#live long no ragrets

[popatochisssp]

I’m curious, does Bram make a new battle body eventually to match his newer tastes, or has he outgrown it in general? what would a newly fallen human be expected to see him in?

The degradation of Bram’s (Descendtale Papyrus) battle body is—much like the changes all monsters start going through due to their new diet—slow, in stages.

The chest piece is the first to go, too restrictive to fit comfortably against the spikes starting to grow out along his spine.

The sleeves of his bodysuit go next, not by necessity but because his arms are growing spikes too and he thinks they’re very cool, they should be shown off!

He doesn’t really feel the cold of Snowdin anyway, not anymore.

Unfortunately, having his very cool spikes on display does have a downside. His scarf seems to snag on them constantly, tattering the poor thing to pieces and filling it with more holes every time it whips around dramatically in the wind--which is often.

That more than anything gets him thinking that he really ought to update his wardrobe. What if he does happen to find a new human on one of his unsanctioned patrols? He looks a mess! What sort of first impression is that for winning friends?!

He starts shopping around for newer, more…intact clothes, less worn, softer, not so…intimidating.

(Was his battle body too intimidating? It was very flashy and cool, maybe too much, making him cut too daunting of a figure for a frightened human falling to the Underground.)

(Is that why they left? Was he scary?)

Well!

From there is where he starts exploring a new style for himself, a gentler and more sophisticated presentation, but it takes some time for him to integrate everything into an everyday wardrobe. After all, who wants to wear all their nice new things out all at once, before anyone’s around to see it? Especially when trudging around in the cold, wet snow and risking ruining it!

So what’s left of the battle body does stick around for awhile, mostly for his patrols and only gradually phasing out.

The last bits to go are the boots and gloves—and only because the former are starting to crack and the latter are starting to leak—and just before them, the threadbare and torn scrap of his scarf when he can no longer tie it and must regrettably resign it to the noble duty of a dishrag.

#anonymous #headcanons #undertale #papyrus #descendtale #d!papyrus #rip scarf #you lived a long life and served well #you can sink into retirement with no ragrets

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

yes or no?, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader, slight yoongi x reader

summary: Jeon Jungkook is distraught to know he can't jack off. After all, he spent all that money to complete his tattoo sleeve. He wasn't about to ruin all that hard work just for a quick nut. But it's going to take a while to heal. Days – no, weeks! – with no masturbating. Waaah! Why did he pick his right arm?! Thankfully, noona to the rescue... right? RIGHT?!

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; slight crack b/c JK's POV; JK is whipped, welp; smut (fem reader, minor D/s dynamics, sexual fantasies, heavy petting / teasing, cock-and-ball torture, finger sucking, spit kink, handjob / m-masturbation, edging / orgasm denial, hair-pulling kink, nipple play, m-receiving oral, multiple orgasms, mentioned forearm kink); noona!reader; pleasure is JK-focused and JK's POV

'magic-8' ball noona is back! no need to read, just know there's a yoongi x reader x jk sex triangle and they're roommates :D

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Jeon Jungkook was in pain, horny, and depressed.

On the plus side, his tattoo sleeve was almost completed!

Woohoo!

Sigh, no, he still felt like throwing himself into a wall and sliding down to become an unmoving puddle of goo. So tired. He always felt like this after the adrenaline of a long tattoo session. Session days were fun while he was in the studio hanging out with the tattoo artist, even for hours on end. He had brought his own snacks, plenty of water, and pain medication. The artist had even brought lunch for him – probably because Jungkook was spending a LOT of money covering up some old tattoos he ragretted regretted, but hey! Free food! Jungkook was always happy to receive free meat!

Wait. That sound weird.

Eh.

Anyway.

He sighed as he fumbled with his keys, trying to use his left hand as much as possible. Today, the artist had worked on his right forearm and filling in his elbow with black. The skin there was irritated and covered in plastic, which made it annoying to do common tasks he noticed. Great. Another day of not getting off. Yeah, Jungkook loved getting tattoos but it made him grumpy that he couldn’t just jerk off whenever he wanted.

What?!

It was a legitimate reason to be grumpy, dammit.

Why did Jungkook pick his right arm for his tattoo sleeve? Simple. He had no foresight and tattoos were permanent. Whoops. (He was not an idiot. Trust.) He finally got the key into the lock and turned it. His life wouldn’t be so hard (keke) if it wasn’t for his current living arrangements. To be clear, he really did love living in Kim Seokjin’s house full of his friends. There was just one problem. One very sexy problem.

He opened the door cautiously, wondering if he would hear moaning today.

Silence.

Whew.

The house smelled really good though. Like food. Mmmm. Food. Jungkook wandered in, loosely holding onto the strap of his large black bag and stepping out of his shoes, neatly settling them into their spot… to avoid getting scolded later. He was a good boy.

Sometimes.

The current residents of the home were: Kim Seokjin, the owner of the house, actor, and professional whaler in too many games; Kim Taehyung, a fashion model and close friend that had taken over Park Jimin’s spot after Jimin had moved out to work overseas for a while; Min Yoongi, a music producer and quite possibly sex on legs (Taehyung’s words, one had to be there for it to be funny); and the Magic-8 ball noona. The only girl. Also, she was, erm, part of a consensual sex triangle that Jungkook was a member of but he definitely didn’t start it.

Really…!

Anyway.

She had a real name but Jungkook was always going to remember that cursed hunk of plastic denying him twenty-six times. Besides, it was just easier to refer to her as noona since she was the one female and older than him. It was proper and polite. She was only by name when he was on his knees and begging to cum.

Cough.

Anyway!

He made his way into the kitchen carefully. It wasn’t unusual for the house to be fairly quiet as it was quite common for the introverts to split up and occupy themselves with their respective hobbies, especially when Taehyung went out with his friends. Jungkook vaguely remembered Taehyung saying he was going to a sauna with his squad or something like that. Seokjin was probably playing MapleStory in the master bedroom with his headphones on. Something about a new update. He wasn’t coming out unless to eat and even that would be rare. Yoongi and noona… well, they were either fucking or holed up in their respective rooms being creative.

Oh.

Yeah, did he mention the other part of this sex triangle was his sharp-witted, cat-eyed, resting-bitch-face-but-secretly-a-tsundere hyung? And the first place Jungkook witnessed Yoongi and her having sex was the kitchen he was about to walk into? His dick twitched every time he entered the kitchen because of it. He both felt guilty and became aroused by the wrongness of it. Then got more turned on when he remembered that he couldn’t masturbate tonight. Maybe he should just touch himself with his left hand to relieve some pressure. Or make it worse. On purpose.

Ugh, maybe he really was a masochist.

Jungkook rounded the corner and yelped when found himself cornered by his hyung and his noona glaring at him.

“Wah!”

“Oh, look who decided to show up,” his grumpy hyung grumbled.

“There you are,” his mischievous noona mused, waving about a ladle like it was a magic wand. “Sit down, sit down. You must be hungry after a long day.”

“Why didn’t you text? We ended up having dinner without you, hah,” Yoongi hmphed, poking Jungkook in the chest. The older male looked tired and overworked. One glance between the glowing, calm smile to Yoongi’s messy black hair sticking up in every direction. It was pretty clear what went down. RIP, hyung. His hyung was wearing an elegant black silk pajama shirt and matching pants with the waistband slightly askew. Red mark on the fair skin of his exposed collarbone.

Here? Or in her bed? Or in his bed? Or… mine so it smells just like them?

It was an irrelevant thought, as Jungkook rarely slept in his own bed despite having one. He had a bad habit unique quirk of falling asleep wherever he was, whenever he felt the need to sleep. This greatly annoyed Seokjin and made Taehyung laugh. Sometimes Jungkook would wake up with the latter guy sleeping on top of him like a handsome sloth. Just Taehyung things. But most times, Jungkook was in his noona’s bed.

Hey! It was a comfy bed.

Ahem.

Jungkook received another sharp poke and he jumped, stumbling as he was pushed to the kitchen island, extra startled as Yoongi wordlessly pulled out the seat for him. He got a what? look in response, complete with black strands falling over those narrowed dark brown eyes.

“Don’t you have to be careful about your arm, especially the first night?” Yoongi puffed. “Don’t get used to it.”

“O-Oh… yeah… t-thanks, hyung.”

Yoongi pretended not to hear and scooted himself towards the stove. She was standing next to a pot on low heat looking remarkably put together in red plaid pajamas. Jungkook plopped his butt onto the tall chair and put his bag on the other, yanking off his beanie. Ruffled his hair quickly to avoid his short black hair looking flat and dumb. He pretended like he wasn’t checking out the way her juicy butt completely filled out the pants and the way they clung to her lush hips. He pretended he didn’t notice that the top was relatively cropped and he could clearly see her amazing waist to ass ratio. He definitely didn’t say anything about how nice it was to see the beautiful curve of her neck due to the cute sheep-shaped claw clip collecting her hair back. And he surely didn’t go completely breathless when she turned around with a steaming bowl, suddenly realizing her pajama shirt was held together by only a single button in the center and she clearly wasn’t wearing a bra. There was a row of buttons; she just hadn’t done them up.

Fuck.

It was violently unfair that she was allowed to look this hot in normal clothes.

She leaned over the counter and placed the bowl in front of him. He could see down her shirt. Damn. Even through the flannel fabric, Jungkook could still see the peaks of her nipples if he really stared. Really, really stared. For maybe ten seconds.

He jumped at the clink of a metal spoon against ceramic.

“You should eat,” she said with an enigmatic smile. Gracefully balanced her chin on the back of her knuckles, her fingers fanned downwards, her elbows resting on the counter to look into his eyes.

Shit, he was smooth melting like butter under that hot gaze.

“Pick your jaw off the floor,” said a gruff voice in Daegu satoori.

Jungkook jolted as crabby Yoongi appeared seemingly out of nowhere – well, he was here the whole time, oop – and cocked an eyebrow at him. Now the older two were both standing side by side, observing him expectantly. It was only then that Jungkook looked down and realized what was in front of him.

“Wait… it’s not my birthday.”

She chuckled. Her eyes sparkled with mirth. Ugh, he loved seeing them directed at him. “Seaweed soup will be good after a long tattoo day. You need nutrients. You need energy. Plus, Yoongi added beef in there for you. There’s some rice too, but not too much because Yoongi said you don’t like having too many carbs before sleeping. More meat, as you like it,” she concluded, using the spoon to show him all the ingredients. “We made it for you. Eat.”

She smiled exactly how the Cheshire cat would grin. He glanced at Yoongi who was staring at his fingernails like they were the most interesting thing in the world. They stood close to each other. No mistaking their closeness. The worst (best?) part was that even though Jungkook knew exactly what had happened while he was gone all those hours, he didn’t find this scene offensive.

In fact, he felt a bit teary from their consideration.

“T-Thanks…”

He took the spoon from her, his inhale hitching as his fingertips brushed against hers. Oh, her hands. Those lovely hands. His gaze shifted up, his heart beating fast. The side of her lips tugged upwards.

A smile turned smirk.

His cock twitched as Jungkook remembered her smirking face grinning up at him with his cum drenched all over her tongue. The last time he had jacked off into her mouth.

Argh!

He had used his left hand, mostly because he wasn’t sure if he was supposed to do the repeated motion of bending his right arm and bringing the utensil to his mouth right now. Hmmmm. He scrunched up his face and wrinkled his nose. It probably wouldn’t be the best idea. He didn’t want to mess up the line work and all that nice color shading. He was already doing the cover ups, after all. Plus, it did hurt a little moving too much. He would just see how far he could get. It was pretty easy since it was soup and the pieces of beef were cut pretty small.

They must have thought of that.

Jungkook tried not to cry grateful tears into his seaweed soup as he heard his hyung and noona busy themselves with cleaning the kitchen, ‘cause that would be utterly embarrassing and not very manly, sniff.

Thankfully, he was saved by his rising boner.

The thing was, Jungkook was pretty sure he wasn’t turned on by pain. Ahem. Okay, maybe a little (lotta) bit. But, time and place! This was precisely why he picked a very cool and very talented male tattoo artist. He could ask questions and be noisy and immature and not feel bad. Jungkook liked female artists but he would get too mentally distracted because he didn’t really know what to talk about, so his mind would end up wandering to another set of hands and then, bam! A not useful boner. Also, he didn’t want to creep anybody out or make them uncomfortable. That would be mean.

But, uh.

Jungkook was beginning to realize he enjoyed and hated these long sessions. He enjoyed them because he very much considered his tattoo artist his friend. He enjoyed them because his close friends were supportive, bought him snacks, and told him he was cool or brave for getting so many tattoos (very important, yup). And, yeah, he liked the repeated stabbing (it was addictive, okay?!). But he also enjoyed them because of how attentive his noona was before and during the aftercare process. She helped him prepare his bag prior to the appointment, would make sure to remind him to keep the area hydrated, make him his favorite meals (meat!), and be the first to help him in case he needed it. As for the hate part…

Ugh, it made him so fucking horny knowing he couldn’t get off without her help.

Yeah, sure, he could use his left hand. But the nut would be pisslow awful and not at all satisfying. Of course, Jungkook could wait and use his right when he felt like it was fine but that wouldn’t be for a while. He didn’t spend all that money to have to explain that he wanted a touch-up because he needed to cum being around a literal sex goddess his noona (not to mention what a mortifying thing to say to his poor tattoo artist that didn’t need to know all that). And there was no way in hell Jungkook was going to avoid his noona during his recovery. She had just made him seaweed soup! Oh, yeah, and Yoongi was there too. Anyway, the forced waiting turned him on even more than usual because there was a real reason behind it. After his first long session, he even clumsily edged himself with his left hand, multiple times, before he asked her to get him off, just so it felt even better when her lips closed around his leaking, desperate cock.

Jungkook choked on some beef.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m – ack! – fine. Totally fine!” he managed to hack out in a very not-fine tone.

“You look like you’re choking,” Yoongi commented matter-of-factly, eerily similar to a narrator of a nature documentary.

“Be careful,” she laughed, coming around the counter to rub his back. Aaaah! Jungkook lifted his right arm slightly and tried to subtly punch his dick down into submission but, as it turned out, his erection was as stubborn as he was. Awesome. Not to mention space was very limited under the counter. Shit. She patted in between his shoulder blades. “Want some water?”

“No, hah, I’m f-fine,” he wheezed, freezing up a little at her touch. He thought he was used to it by now but he really wasn’t, especially when his dick was already halfway up the stairs to heaven. Down to hell to the circle of lust? Whatever. She wasn’t too close, as she was on his right side, but he had enough memories to know how skin-to skin felt, enough times of her breasts pressed to his back and her hands exploring his chest, enough moments of her agile fingers splayed out over his pecs like blooming flowers, running her nails over his skin, flicking his nipples, all the while tracing her tongue along the base of his neck with her hard nipples rubbing against his shivering back…

Okay.

Jungkook was not fine.

“It’s kinda warm…” he mumbled as she moved away.

“That’s because you’re still wearing your jacket and having hot soup,” Yoongi pointed out, putting away some bowls. “Take it off.”

“Want help?”

It was a very innocent suggestion. Thus, Jungkook spent the next minute trying not to reveal that he had popped a boner while eating seaweed soup, sitting up and sticking out his arms like a Ken doll, letting those dreamy, long fingers peel away his oversized white and black racer jacket. Left arm first, then the right, taking care to slide it off, the sleeve cocoon stripping back to reveal the beautiful butterfly that was his fresh, brightly inked right arm.

“Oh? That’s right, you were covering up some big tattoos today, huh?” Yoongi perked up, his raspy voice with a twinge of curiosity, padding over to investigate. Underneath the jacket, Jungkook had worn a closely fitted, white, ribbed tank top. Comfy but wouldn’t get in the way. “Ho, so much color. Quite rockstar of you. You’re become such a cool guy, heh.”

“I wanted the individual images to stand out more and the artist suggested adding some color,” Jungkook clarified, slurping away at his dinner again. “I just trusted him.”

“He did such a good job,” she was saying, delicately holding his hand. Jungkook tried not to melt into a puddle. “The gradient is fantastic. The text here looks cleaner too.”

“Oh, yeah, I asked him to clean up some of my older tattoos too. For consistency.”

He continued munching happily until…

“So, what’s with the boner?”

Jungkook nearly choked again.

“Ay, Yoongi-ssi, leave him alone,” she chided, smacking Yoongi in the butt. Received a scalding squinty side-eye in response but she didn’t seem to give a shit. Nerves of steel. “You know he can’t cum unless I let him.”

Wow, okay, way to broadcast the facts!

“Hey!”

She tilted her head and rubbed the tip of his nose. Open-mouthed smirk included. Gulp. “Am I wrong?”

Against his better judgement, Jungkook pouted. “Noona…”

She patted his thigh. Condescendingly. He intensified his pout but it was futile. “Finish eating, okay? I’ll help you out in the shower…” She winked, devilish. “As usual.”

Yoongi snickered. “Just don’t be too loud.”

“Put on some headphones then,” she countered.

“Oi, I’m not blowing out my eardrums.”

“Then listen,” she hummed, caressing Jungkook’s jeans. “Or watch. No one’s stopping you.”

The bottom of Yoongi’s lips upturned, giving him the expression of a disgruntled cat. “I have to sleep.”

“Oh, like you don’t sleep enough, grandpa.”

“That wasn’t what you were calling me when I had you folded in half under me.”

Jungkook was left to slurp his soup to the sound of their bickering as her hand gently stroked the inside of his thigh. It could be worse. Could be better too, like her unzipping him and establishing dominance by jacking him off at the kitchen island. But Yoongi was not so easily fazed, so she didn’t, and Jungkook cried at (and secretly enjoyed) the feeling of pre-cum soaking through his underwear.

Turns out, he didn’t have to wait that long to enjoy suffering.

Er.

Attention?

Towards the end of his meal was getting a bit annoying to scoop up what was left, so Jungkook put down the spoon to pick up the bowl and drink of the rest of the soup. For a brief second, he was let go and he noticed Yoongi was flicking his hand over his noona’s chest. She grabbed his hand, pulling that scowling face to her into a sudden and tense kiss. Hey, he wasn’t above some adult entertainment while eating. Well, maybe not during the majority of the meal, but Jungkook kept a (big) peeper out. From his periphery, he saw Yoongi slip his hands under her shirt and heard her murmur in satisfaction, trailing kisses over Yoongi’s face. He saw his hyung smile in response, warm and genuine and butterfly-inducing.

Jungkook lowered the bowl slowly as Yoongi opened his eyes.

And winked.

Devilish.

“I’m leaving,” Yoongi suddenly announced, untangling himself and slinking away.

His noona snickered and shook her head. “Okay, nerd.”

Then she turned around and, before Jungkook could say anything about Yoongi running away like a criminal undercover, she revealed that her shirt was now open and fully exposing her perky tits and large, hard nipples.

“Oh!”

Jungkook felt his eyeballs nearly pop out of his skull at the unexpected surprise.

She acted as if they could ever have a normal conversation with her boobs right in front of his face. “So, are you still tired? Just wanna get washed up and go to sleep?”

He tried to answer but from the first word it was impossible. Her pajama shirt was sliding down her perfect shoulders, revealing smooth skin and the flannel fabric cradled her breasts, framing them perfectly. She smelled fresh and fruity, just like her signature lotion scent. Blackberry and vanilla. Her forearms lay against his thighs, forcing his body to turn, and he gasped as her fingers fanned out over his muscular thighs and squeezed them, basically half-crawling into his lap to look up at him, asking her questions in a very leisurely and unbothered tone.

“Tired…?” he echoed, his brain in a completely different dimension. “Wuh?”

Her hands glided up his sides and delicately closed in around his waist. He gasped, stiffening as her touch encased him, feeling the action through the fabric of his tank top. She hummed softly, caressing his waist. Slow. Tender. Not a second of rushing even though blood was rushing straight down into his dick at record speed. He felt her gaze on him and shifted his own to her face, seeing her observe him with lovely eyes that contained all the innocence of a kumiho.

So, none at all.

Her smile reappeared, mysterious and sinful.

Her palm grazed over his tense abdomen and he whimpered under his breath. Or so he thought.

“Feeling good?” she asked serenely.

“Y… Yeah…”

Down. Tracing the button of his jeans. His breath caught in his throat. Fingertip by fingertip, in slow motion, tapping lightly on his bulge. Barely any pressure. Solidly tucked between his legs, her ass sticking out. He would be fine with the other side of the view too. This house needed more mirrors, Jungkook concluded.

“Do you remember why you came to me?”

He stopped staring at her ass as the question registered. He was holding his right arm out and his left elbow was resting on the counter. “In the beginning?”

“Mhm.”

She was now cupping his covered erection and pulsing her grip around it, making his cock throb and leak everywhere. Great. His boxer briefs were a cum-filled mess now, surely. He could feel the squish and the stimulation against the tip. Agonizing pleasure.

His cheeks warmed. “Ah… Yeah… because… my previous girlfriends said I f-fucked like a robot…”

“You think maybe you just weren’t that into them?” she questioned, running her fingertips of her other hand along his back and waist, sending tingles up his spine.

“I…” It was impossible to concentrate. “Ah… Well… A-Aren’t you supposed to fall f-for their personality first…?”

“Is that why you’re into me? My personality?”

Jungkook looked down.

Right at her personali-titties.

He swallowed so hard that he almost choked.

Again.

“Hm?” she mused.

Ripped his gaze from the visual of her prominent nipples hanging down next to his open thighs and into that sly stare that knew everything. Gulp. She continued toying with his crotch, stroking along the length, dipping down to pat the outline of his balls, smirking wider as his cock jerked in his pants. The roar of his heartbeat thundered in his ears. Fuck. It was the power in that gaze. The confidence in her stance. The ability to be below him and be completely, utterly in control. The taste of forbidden fruit, just within reach. The sensation of his whole body being overcome with want and the way she gladly overwhelmed all his senses by her presence alone. She didn’t have to touch him at all. She didn’t have to expose herself. She didn’t have to smell so good. She didn’t have to.

She simply chose to do all those things to drive him even more crazy.

“Yes or no?” she purred.

He could lie, but he was a terrible liar.

“Y… Yes…”

She seemed very satisfied with his response. Slid up between his legs, her hand on his back dropping and gliding up against his chest instead. He shivered, his lips parting as she rose, closer, the warmth of her exhale washing over him, a soft sigh and then their faces close, centimeters from each other with his racing heart under her palm. Her fingers spread out. Her index found his silver chain necklace resting on his collarbones, playing with it with a small smile.

Her other hand was still on top of his hard dick.

Jungkook used to think that there was no way sex could be sexy. The idea of it was sexy. In practice, sex used to be awkward and uncomfortable, but essential to get his rocks off. It felt like something he had to do. But it wasn’t like that, at least with her. Well, he still sometimes felt awkward and uncomfortable, but Jungkook suspected she was doing it on purpose. He didn’t mind though, because she always touched him with such fondness and – maybe this was the delulu talking – but he really didn’t need the sex so much as he needed her to keep looking at him the way she did.

His dick throbbed suddenly in protest.

“Ah–!”

She tilted her head and kissed him.

Placing a chaste kiss right below his lips, the soft press taking his breath away, and then her lips ghosted over his, grabbing a fistful of his tank top and kissing him deeply. Fuck, how he loved her lips. How could he describe them? So fluffy and yet so insistent. Determined, seductive, pulling him to her and sighing, her contented breath filling his lungs and giving him life. His left hand found the collar of her shirt and gripped it tightly, not even realizing he had closed his eyes instinctively, wanting nothing more than to melt into her. Her hair brushed against his cheek and neck. Her scent warmed him, sweet and decadent. Her knuckles pressed into his sternum, unyielding. Her fingers tangled into the silver chain around his neck, possessive.

His brain melted into a puddle of bliss.

He moaned her name into her lips as she parted. She squeezed his inner thigh through his loose jeans. Still, the fabric was too thick for it to be satisfying enough.

“W-Wait…”

“You kinda taste like beef,” she remarked, releasing her hold and patting his chest. “Come on. If we fuck in the kitchen, I’ll have more to clean than your dishes.”

Jungkook felt his cheeks burn. “O… Oh.”

She backed up a step and took way too long to button a single button to cover her breasts again. He spent a good ten seconds gawking at their perky shape and the way her obvious nipples stuck straight out. She acted as if nothing was wrong, lingering between his spread-open thighs.

“You have to shower quickly, right? Go get started and I’ll come wash your back.”

“But, n-noona–!”

Her hand flew up and landed at the base of his neck. Thumb to one side, four fingers on the other. Jungkook froze.

She cocked an eyebrow.

Then she smirked.

His pulse hammered in his throat, so close to being constricted.

“Are you saying you’re flexible enough to wash your own back now?”

Jungkook shook his head so fast his vision blurred. “Nope. I’m weak. Help. I can’t take off my clothes either. Owie. It hurts so much.”

“Mmmm, very convincing.” She didn’t sound convinced. At all.

Damnnit.

-

“Gah!”

She gave him an exasperated look. “As if I haven’t seen you naked before.”

Minutes later, Jungkook found himself sitting in the bathtub, puffing his cheeks as he washed his hair with his left hand and felt the bath sponge rub against his back. Ah. She was leaning over the side of the tub, holding onto his left shoulder and rubbing circles into his back. Aaaah. He had left the plastic on his right arm for now, intending to remove the tape as his last step so he could rinse it off with a gentle, unscented cleanser. The water was lukewarm. Not the greatest, but he didn’t want to steam up the bathroom. It would be bad for the tattoos.

“U-Um… noona?”

“Hm?”

She rubbed down to his lower back. He sat up straighter. There was a wet towel blanketed over his crotch. Not really for any reason other than cold. Yeah. Anyway. She leaned over and kept going, massaging him at the same time. He gasped as she pressed the base of her palm into his muscle and kneaded.

“I… uh… about what I said earlier…”

“Mhm.”

He jumped a little but she was just leaning over to grab the detachable showerhead, adjusting the water to the correct temperature. “I hope… I hope I didn’t offend you or anything. I do like your personality a lot. You’re assertive and funny and you always remember stuff I like,” Jungkook rambled, lowering his left hand. His right was slightly hanging off the edge of the tub to keep it out of the way. Of course, he scrubbed his armpits before she came in. It would have been rude not to clean all the important bits first.

She rinsed off his back. “I’m not worried,” she chuckled.

“Oh, okay.”

“I don’t mind that you’re shallow. It’s flattering, coming from a hot guy like you.”

“That’s good – wait, what?!”

She sprayed the top of his head and sent him into sputters.

“Ah!”

She grabbed his shoulder, quickly and vigorously rinsing off his hair before pulling the showerhead away and turning off the water. Not before spraying him in the chest though. Jungkook found himself with his drenched hair flat against his forehead, making him unable to see. He felt like a wet dog. He almost wiggled away – until her arm slid down and rested against his chest, her other hand slipping under his wet hair and pushing it back, laughing playfully as she spoke.

“Oh, Jungkook. You’re so silly. Don’t worry about nothing,” she sighed, petting his head.

He couldn’t say anything.

Mostly because her tits were now pressed against the top of his back.

Oh, fuck. Her large, soft nipples rubbed against his shoulders. And her breasts, ooh, so plushy. “Everyone knows you like my personality.” So bouncy. Mmmm. “Just like how everyone knows you’ve been thirsting after me since day one.” No, it was more like first thirty seconds of seeing her. “Just like how everyone knows you’re a pain slut.”

Her breasts pressed against his shoulders.

Wait.

What did she say?

She plucked the towel away from his crotch and locked her fingers around his package.

“AAH!”

She slapped a hand over his mouth and pinned him to her body, crouching over him. It was then – how could it be only THEN – that Jungkook’s brain fully registered that she was topless. Possibly bottom-less too! Not only was she naked but also she was roughly massaging his balls with his rapidly hardening length trapped between her thumb and index finger, essentially making a cock ring with her two fingers and a ball cage with the rest. He gasped, rolling his head back onto her shoulder, moaning behind her hand as her touch switched between caress and choking his balls. There was no water in the tub as the drain wasn’t pushed down.

Her hand changed from covering his mouth to slipping two fingers into his lips.

“See? You like this,” she whispered, sultry and low.

He tried to gurgle out, n-no way, but he was too busy lifting his hips and thrusting upwards, trying to get the friction he so urgently desired but couldn’t achieve. She dragged her nails across his balls and his eyelids fluttered, sucking on her fingers, spit trickling past his lips and down his chin, his moan echoing in the bathroom when she finally closed her grip around his aching cock, pumping slow, running a fingertip over the head, slicking out the pre-cum leaking out.

“P-Please…” he whined.

“You gotta get out now,” she reminded him.

“No, please…”

She slowly thrust her fingers into his mouth, rubbing his tongue. “You should wait longer, shouldn’t you?” He tried to shake his head but he couldn’t, his hips bucking as her speed increased. “Don’t want you to get sweaty and all that.” Fuck, please, he wanted to scream and nearly did when she let go and lightly smacked around his stiff erection, slapping his cock against his tense inner thighs. It bounced around, the head dark red, aching for release. He was so hard that his cock popped right back into position, sticking straight upwards between his spread legs. “Do you really think you’ve been a good boy?” His own saliva was dripping down his chin. How did she get this level of desperation out of him so easily? She held his shaft up with only the back of her thumb and firmly smacked his balls, rapid and light, making him cry out and squirm. “Hold it up.”

“N-Noona, please…”

“Hold it up if you want me to suck your dick,” she ordered calmly.

The thrill raced up his spine. His hair was dripping, droplets down his cheeks and neck. This was it. This electric, intense feeling that seemed to control him, his hand ghosting down to wrap around his twitching length, gasping sharply when her fingers left his mouth. She cupped his chin instead, tilting his head up and now they were looking at each other, only for a moment, her sparkling eyes rich with passion, intoxicating pleasure snaking up his core as he melted under her hot gaze.

This was the feeling Jungkook always wanted.

She lowered herself down. He stared at the ceiling as she teased his balls, moaning and lazily stroking his cock as she slapped them, dragged her fingernails over them, squeezed them. Spit on him. He whimpered, teasing the underside of the swollen head of his cock, more, flinching as she spat on him again, gasping as she dug her nails into the sensitive area behind his balls, coaxing himself to the edge and then stopping, building the frustration.

She kissed his hot cheek.

“You’re doing so good,” she murmured into his ear, licking it softly.

Her right hand closed around his left and they edged him together, their fingers laced, her teeth on the curve of his ear and his moan radiating off the tiles. Long, deep strokes, building up the speed. So good. Tight, rapid pace, close, his chest rattling, so close, his eyes rolling back when her hand clamped around the base of his aching cock and squeezed hard, cutting off the high and colliding him into the mental wall, his dismayed cry drowned out by her lips devouring his.

Fuck!

Was he going to get to bust a nut or not?!

-

“Please, don’t.”

He put on his best pout as she held the Magic-8 ball in front of her body. Still wearing her black seamless panties, but that was it. She was lightly sitting on his thighs, straddling him on the bed as she shook it teasingly.

“Noona, come on…”

“Why not? It’ll be fun.”

She lowered it and Jungkook gasped as the black plastic ball touched his chest, wiggling uncomfortably as she rolled it back and forth. Foreign and cold. It warmed up against his skin.  She leaned over him, not adding more pressure, but giving a great full-frontal view with her breasts trapped between her upper arms.

“It won’t be fun for me,” he whined, gripping the sheets tightly.

He reached up to squeeze her breasts, using his left hand, shuddering as he felt her hard nipples against his palm, looking up to see her tongue dance at the edge of her smirk, her tousled hair trailing down her shoulder. That had been the game before. He would ask to have sex. She would shake the Magic-8 ball and get his answer – resulting in twenty-six straight refusals from that evil children’s toy. Unlucky? Maybe. Cursed? More likely. Extra cursed because it was Park Jimin who purchased and gifted her the thing.

Grr.

Jungkook was still pissed about that.

She tilted her head, sending part of her face into delicious shadow.

“We can make it a little game.”

His hand slid down her arm and covered hers.

“No games,” he begged, catching the edge of his lower lip with his teeth. Her eyes shifted down. He was playing all his cards. She muttered under her breath, hah, I love that underlip mole of yours, how can I resist a lip bite, fuck, and those cute, round, big brown eyes… all while lowering herself to him, drawn to his plea, releasing her hold on the Magic-8 ball.

She rolled it on his chest and into his open hand.

“Okay. No games.”

She kissed him again.

A claim to his lips. Soft and insistent, working him into a frenzy, making him grip that hard plastic ball tightly as his breathing shallowed, moaning as her tongue slid in, out, in, out. He felt her hands frame his head, crowning him with her fanned-out fingers. Tingling as her thumb rubbed across his temple. His jaw. His earrings, toying with them, nipping at his lower lip and sucking on it, her warm body settling between his legs, soft to hard, rubbing up against him.

Fuck.

Fuuuuck.

She pulled on his hair roughly and his lip slipped from her teeth due his own whimper, gasping hotly as her kisses danced down his throat, then running her tongue over the trail of kisses. She had a hand planted onto his chest to prevent him from arching his back, lapping at his collarbones daintily as she tugged at a fistful of his still damp hair. Sparks of pain showering down from the crown od head meeting the maddening bliss of her lips on his chest, traveling, decorating his clavicle, each mark of her teeth mirroring the redness of a fallen rose petal.

He tried to lower his chin and shuddered against the hurt, making better and worse at the same time, opening his eyes as she let go of his hair, seeing her sliding down his torso.

That ass.

He felt a nip at his nipple and his breathing hitched, snapping down to see her looking up at him, expression highly amused.

“Pretty nice ass, huh?”

No one said she was humble.

He grinned. “Yeah, I should take a pic and make it my phone background.”

She chuckled, running her tongue over his hard nipple and Jungkook shivered, transfixed by the image and the simultaneous surge of pleasure. He lifted his head higher off the pillow. Shallow breaths, watching, the glossy tip of that dexterous pink muscle against his dark nipple, her lips closing around it, feeling his body stiffen as he felt the sucking sensation vibrate through him. The moan bubbled in his tightened chest as she gently bit, licked, sucked, alternating between the actions. Her fingernails dragged over his sides and flexed abs, electrifying his skin with the pressure. He flinched when she released him and replaced the rough play with kisses, moving across his chest to do the same to his other nipple.

She glanced at him, witnessing his perverse enjoyment with a knowing glint in her eye.

He clutched the Magic-8 ball at his side with in his left hand, falling back into the pillow moaning, writhing slightly as the sucking intensified. Her hand slid down, stroking the inside of his thigh. He could barely feel the side of his half-hard cock brush against the back of her hand.

“F-Fuck… please…”

His entire body jolted when she popped her lips off him and sealed her work with a kiss.

“You’re so impatient, Jungkook,” she hummed, pressing her tongue flat to his nipple and rubbing roughly, saliva sticking to his skin. “So needy.”

His mind was spinning. Blood running hot under his skin, body uncontrollably quivering, clutching the sheets and the Magic-8 ball for dear life. The pent-up arousal was driving him insane but, as a wise man once said, gotaa go insane to stay sane. Or something like that. Jungkook couldn’t remember any wise proverbs right now. He was too horny. She was rising, re-clipping her hair with that cute sheep-shaped claw clip, keeping it out of her smirking face.

“Y-Yes, I am needy… a-ah… please…”

Slipping down, down.

She pressed her palms into the innermost part of his thighs, spreading her fingers over his crotch, and swallowed his cock.

He moaned so loud that Min Yoongi surely heard.

Hey.

No one said Jeon Jungkook was subtle.

Especially when being pleasured.

Immediately his cock swelled at her up-and-down motion that came with tongue and lips and a tight, wet, warm throat that pushed him in as deep as possible. He was always somewhat shocked at how easily she maneuvered him without her hands, preferring instead to use only her mouth to take him all the way to the base and lick at his balls, her constricting throat suffocating the thick head of his cock, and then back up, running the sensitive skin over the roof of her mouth and closing her lips around the tip tighter, teasing the underside of the slit with deft flicks. Then, again, swallowing his growing length, molding her tongue to his girth, slathering saliva over his balls.

God, Jungkook loved the bed suck.

She had an immaculate level of control when giving a blowjob on the bed. He didn’t have to do anything but lay back and relax, occasionally looking down to follow her head movements and see his length glistening in between her plush lips, then collapsing again as the erotic euphoria overtook him again, his chest fluttering with the intensity, his core tightening, lost in lust. He completely forgot the itchiness of his right arm. The colors were brighter under the overhead light and the lotion he had applied right before getting into bed, a sharp contrast to her bare arm against his hip, her elegant hand nestled up his side, her perfect round ass in the air. His pants blending into moans, floating on cloud nine from her tight, soft mouth and agile tongue, wondering how the fuck he got this lucky.

She’s basically a porn star in bed, Park Jimin once said.

She paused when she noticed him watching her again. Extended her pink tongue past her lips, slapping his balls and scooping them up against the base of his cock, raising an eyebrow at him.

Damn.

Truer words had never been spoken.

Then – thankfully – she returned her attention to his cock, except this time it was tighter, faster, and he gasped, feeling her push the head up and force it deeper into her throat when she descended, oh, fuck, he could see her breasts bouncing too, those perfect nipples, damn, obvious wet noises drowned out by the more obscene sounds he was making, crying out, moaning, the pace intense and deliberate and racing, and the only way he could describe it was as if somehow her mouth had become a warm, wet sleeve for his twitching cock, powerfully massaging his length all over, close, his eyes rolling back.

There.

He groaned as he shot into her suffocating throat, wanton and pathetic, finally, his mind going blank, pumping thick cum into that tight pocket and whining as she swallowed, fuck, finally, her pinning his flinching hips down as his shuddering length jerked again, another vicious throb and dripping cum, tears stinging the edge of his vision, gasping out her name as the apex of pleasure consumed his nerves and set them alight.

Fucking finally.

He felt his orgasm squish into the back of her tongue and around the aching head of his cock and he moaned. Long and loud and pornographic. He felt himself twitch in her mouth. She brought him down, slow and wet, a low hum vibrating from her throat to his cock to his core.

Jungkook panted.

Tension shimmered throughout his chest and limbs, keeping him breathless.

Wait.

Her tongue rubbed against the underside of his girth, fanning out along the pulsing, abused head, sending racing sparks over his ass and up his spine.

Wait a second.

Her fingertips glided over his slick balls, squeezing them and making him shudder at the shocking bliss.

I’m still hard.

He yelped, snapping his head down, but it was too late, too late to stop, the afterglow of his last orgasm building towards another, her head sliding up and down, her lips flush to his glossy shaft, him whimpering while he watched, shivering at the lewd image and the idea of back-to-back orgasms, so good, fuck, she looks so good and it feels so fucking amazing, the addictive adrenaline spiking, the lasting buzz radiating all over, oversensitivity increasing the forbidden pleasure, tight and wet and soft, taking him as so deep his balls slapped into her chin, the muscles of his body flexed and tense, hard underneath the soft.

His second orgasm slammed into him.

His head fell back and the pleasure swarmed him, knocking the air out of his lungs, drawing out his lustful moan, his heartbeat roaring in his ears. Her name tumbled out of his lips, praises, swears, her name again, the words mixing together on his confused tongue. She swallowed again, loud to his ears, so obvious, and he trembled all over. The sharp spasm of ecstasy left him rattled, whining, feeling her licking him again but tender, even more gentle this time, slurping around his softening cock, the sensitive skin prickling and pulsating under her warm tongue.

“So… fuck… s-so fucking good…”

Oh, how he loved the feeling of her lips and those kisses feathering his thighs, his crotch, his cock, his balls, shivering in delight, all his previous frustrations making it everything so much more satisfying.

Uh.

He didn’t just think that.

Shit.

“Man, you’re loud.”

“Gah!”

“Hey, Yoongi.”

She planted herself on top of his drenched cock, laying out all over him with her hands on his chest and shoulder. Jungkook gawked at her and then at his hyung standing there at her open bedroom door, looking around at the pastel sheep plushies decorating her room and pausing at the pink bunny and tuxedo cat plush sitting on her desk. Then those dark brown orbs moved back to her ass leaning against Jungkook’s still trembling thigh.

“You could have taken off your panties,” he grumbled in his low voice.

She turned her head to look back at Yoongi. “Sorry. I didn’t think about it since I wasn’t going to get any tonight. I didn’t know you would be watching.”

Her words made Jungkook frown. “What do you mean, you aren’t getting any?”

She faced him again, raising her eyebrows. “What are you talking about? We shouldn’t push it. You’ll get too sweaty.”

“But, noona, that’s not fair, I could…?”

Silence.

A bird cawed outside.

“Use you left hand?” Yoongi snorted. “Meh.”

She smiled. “I’ll wait. I can be patient.”

Yeah, well, guess who couldn’t be patient?

As the youngest, he protested. “You could use my thigh. Or… Or my forearm! You like that!”

“No, no. I’m fine with waiting.”

“You’re doing this on purpose! You’re torturing me by not letting me feel you cum!”

Jungkook paled as his hyung and noona grinned at the same time. Deviously. In unison. Scary as fuck. Yoongi leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, his long black hair framing his cunning eyes and open-mouthed smirk, serving every bit the allegations of being sex on legs. Jungkook trembled as he felt her trail her fingers along the base of his neck, sensually rubbing his collarbone. Thumb on one side, four fingers on the other. Not moving up but reminding him nonetheless.

“Whatever gave you that impression?” she drawled.

They were in cahoots.

Not that Jungkook minded.

That was how he got this lucky in the first place.

The Magic-8 ball rested against his naked hip, the window reading, without a doubt.

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#jungkook x reader #bts smut #jungkook smut #jungkook x you #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook x you #jeon jungkook smut

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

too many teens whining for validation, this blog needs more weird and stupid so...

AITA for kidnapping my friend and trapping her in the cheesebarn?

Hear me out:

The story starts about a week before my (20 at the time ftm) 21st birthday. If you live in the US you know this isnt just some lame 7th birthday or 36th birthday, this is one of the big boy birthdays, the special ones. Its when you can legal buy alcohol and are therefore truly an adult in the eyes of the law.

Naturally my friends (20s) wanted to do something Big for our 21sts. So they asked me what i wanted to do and i said i didnt really care as long as I got a road trip somewhere with friends.

Everyone thought it was a fun idea but it was a little short notice for everyone to get time off from work, but my other friend we will call C also had her 21st exactly a month after mine to the day, and the two of us agreed to share our 21sts and not do much of anything on my actual birthday. This is important, bc it was a SHARED birthday road trip.

I agree to let C pick the destination and I provide the car. We didnt have much of a plan as we were going to meet up with C's old roommate who lives in the city we picked to show us a good time.

It was 5 of us total and about a 7 hour drive altogether there with not a whole lot on the way there. We get to the city she picked and meet the roommate and honestly the rest of this part is just standard 21st birthday shenanigans. Its when we start the drive home things really start.

Remember its a long drive with not much to see? Well that was a lie. On our way back we see it, the Real "Happiest Place on Earth" as far as places with a mouse for a mascot go:

Grandpa's.

Fuckin'.

Cheesebarn.

Obviously me and the other people on the trip want to stop and see the magic, but unfucking fortunately C happens to be the only Basic White Girl ™️ in the entire world who hates cheese and isnt even lactose intolerant. This girl is notorious for making "petty" and "I hate Cheese" her entire personality. She would constantly make faces and gagging noises and talk about how gross and nasty cheese is if you so much as eat a grilt cheese near her.

Clearly she made it known that she wasnt on board with it. "NO! FUCK YOU ALL IM NOT GOING TO A PLACE CALLED A CHEESEBARN ON MY BIRTHDAY!!" were her exact words.

But i remembered i was driving, it was my car, and it was supposed to be my birthday too. So I put it to a vote. "Raise your hand if you wanna go to Grandpa's Cheesebarn!"

All hands raise but one. With C out voted we head to the cheesebarn.

Guys. This place is amazing. Its obviously making cheese its main draw, but yhere's so much more, its every shitty midwest tourist trap rolled into one glorious place. There's even a chocolate shop. We even got C's roommate to ditch work and come meet us bc shr heard "Grandpa's Cheesebarn" and knew she had to drop everything.

All in all a good visit, C even seemed like she had fun once we got there (she sure spent $300 on candies and dip mixes anyway). We go home. Things seem fine.

Then C drops off the face of the earth.

She wont respond to our calls or texts and at first we thought maybe she was giing through a rough patch or something and try to just keep reaching out but give her space. But then we find out that not only is she still hanging our with our other friends who couldnt make the trip with us. So clearly she's just pissed at us about something.

Finally one day a few months later i catch her at her job and just tell her "I dont care if you hate us, we'll never speak to you again if you dont want us to, but what the hell did we do to you??"

And she just looked me over and says "Well. You kidnapped me."

lolwut

And she yells (bc this girl loves yelling at people) "YOU KIDNAPPED ME AND TRAPPED ME AT A CHEESEBARN ON. MY. BIRTHDAY!!!!!"

And i just said "Well it was my birthday too," and havent spoken to her since. Its been over a decade and "No ragrets" as we said back in the day, but uts baffled me for years that that was her reaction. "Im just over you guys" i can understand, and its not like she was shy about telling people she hates them and their out of her life ever before. And from what i ended up hearing from our other friends she kept talking with it really was about the cheesebarn and how we "ruined her birthday".

No but srsly AITA??? For making her go to a cheesebarn???

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[thebookbutterfly]

🦋 Chocolate Chips — John Wick x Reader

Summary: Every year you and John celebrate Helen’s birthday. This year would have been her 40th, so you decide to do something special.

Tags: #so much domestic fluff, #a teensy bit of angst, #sometimes babygirl is a 50 year old hit man, #he may kill people for a living but he is SOFT and I will not be taking any arguments about this, #slightly self indulgent

Warnings: Gender Neutral, but reader is suggested to have long hair, no use of Y/N, mentions of death obviously, no beta and no ‘ragrets’

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John’s occupation put a lot of things in life into perspective. Getting into silly fights was simply not worth it. Not when every time he walked out the door the stakes were so high. That’s not to say that you never had disagreements. Just that neither of you were willing to partake in petty lack of communication.

You had known about Helen from the very day you and John had begun dating. It was hard not to. The man loved her so much it was written on every piece of him. Strangely though you didn’t mind. How could you? When that wonderful woman had brought him through so much shit and out to the the other side. To you.

Simply to say that Helen was a part of what made the love of your life himself. And so you didn’t mind his love for her at all. Especially now that his love for you was written all over him too.

It was Helen’s birthday today. You saved the date and had been sneakily preparing everything for weeks now. It would have been her 40th birthday, so you wanted to make it extra special this year. John had been out on a contract all day yesterday and so you weren’t too worried about him waking up as you crept downstairs and into the kitchen.

You removed the cake you had baked from the fridge where you had hidden it and placed it on the counter. Chocolate caramel. Her favourite flavour. The big silver four and zero candles were perfect. Along side the cake you placed a large vase full of daisies. It was perfect. All that was left to do was breakfast.

You set to work, cutting up fruit and frying bacon and eggs. You knew John would be starving when he woke up, he always was after a hit. You supposed hunting someone down burned a serious amount of calories. Lastly, you set to work on the pancakes. You knew they were Johns favourite and you were more than happy to indulge him, especially today. He always asked for heaps of chocolate chips in his. You rolled your eyes affectionately at the thought. He was a chocolate fiend but when he stared at you with those big brown eyes. Ugh. Who were you to say no to such a gentle, beautiful man?

You were just plating up the last of the pancakes when you heard soft footsteps padding down the stairs, followed by the excited skitter of Boy as he raced his dad down to the kitchen. John was silent as death so you knew the fact that you could hear him approach was deliberate and more for you than anything else.

Boy entered the room a minute before John did; tail wagging like crazy. You laughed at his enthusiasm and leaned down to ruffle his ears affectionately. John’s sleepy form shuffled in just as Boy managed to land a lick to your cheek. He smiled at the sight of his little family. Boy: seemingly very proud of himself and you: wiping the drool off your face as you stood to greet him.

It was unfair, you thought, for the boogeyman to be someone as cute as him. John was wearing a soft long sleeve shirt and his favourite pair of flannel pyjama pants. As usual he had stolen one of your scrunchies to pull back his long hair— a green one with ducks on it, this time.

You had offered to buy him some of his own. Cool ones to fit his bad-boy assassin image; you had teased. But he had somewhat sheepishly declared that he liked yours better. You didn’t mind. After all you stole a fair share of his clothes too. So you had compromised and bought a few extra for yourself, that way he could be a thief and you wouldn’t run out.

Johns eyes drifted to the cake and the vase of flowers on the counter, and he froze. You watched as the memories hit him one after the other. Boy, sensing his dad’s distress, waddled over to his side and plopped himself down on John’s foot. The contact jolted him back to reality and he lifted his watery eyes to yours. “You did all this?” he finally choked out.

You stepped over boy and slipped your arms around his waist.

“It would be her 40th. I wanted to do something special for her this year,” you replied before a bit of hesitancy creeped into your voice. “Is it okay?”

John wrapped his arms around you, tugging you right against his chest. It took him a minute to reply and your heart thundered as you waited for him to say something. He buried his head into your neck and you cradled him there with the palm of your hand on his nape. Keeping him safe— holding him together as he answered with tears in his voice.

“It’s perfect. Thank you.”

You breathed a sigh of relief. Reaching with your unoccupied hand you began to trace constellations on his back. It was a habit you had gotten from him, actually, but it had stuck with you. He had spent years with nothing but violence for company, so you relished touching him gently.

Slowly, you pulled him to face you. You pressed a kiss to his forehead and swiped away his tears with your thumbs.

“I love you,” you said softly. You held him firmly willing him to really hear it.

“I love you too, so much.”

You stood there for a second, just holding his face in your hands. Enjoying the warmth of his skin. Boy sensed the shift in mood and slowly his tail began to thump against your legs.

“You had a long night last night,” you broke the silence. “Let’s get some food in you. Then after that we can light the candles and you can tell me about some of your favourite memories of Helen. Yeah?”

John nodded, straightening, but kept his grip on your waist as he surveyed all the food you had made.

“I’d love that. Do you mind if we have a look at the photos too?” He asked softly.

“I already put the photo albums out on the coffee table,” you replied with a cheeky grin.

His chest rumbled as he laughed, “Am I that predictable?”

You beamed at the sound, poking him in the ribs as he snuck Boy a piece of bacon. Big softie.

“I think I just happen to know you quite well. You’re much less mysterious than you think,” you teased him and tucked a stray strand of hair behind his ear.

“Alright, I’ll accept that,” he said with one last peck on your lips. “Now, let’s eat before this goes cold.”

#john wick fluff #sometimes babygirl is a 48 year old man #he’s just a little guy #john wick x y/n #john wick chapter 4 #john wick is babygirl and I refuse to hear any arguments about this #john wick x reader #john wick x you #john wick fandom #john wick fanfic #john wick #no use of y/n #so much fluff #no beta we die like men #angst #send help #john wick x gender neutral reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader

[breadandblankets]

:pulls up a chair and plops my chin in my hand: pls talk about your aus

kai my beloved i care you so (lmao this is going long no ragrets)

okay! so lets talk calamity jason, this is just an excuse for me to 1) reread some old faves 2) read some new faves cause i want to understand the blorbos and 3) shove more headcanons than can possibly ever fit into my lil tumblin posts

so this whole thing started as an off hand comment to local of @/localizationed fame about how jason kinda reminded me of hua cheng lmao (theyre also obv very different but the comment was Enough) and i was like lmao what if jay was just Literally a vengeful ghost and then AUs

i really want to explore chinese jason here, as lady shiva being his mom is one of my favorite theories (which is basically supported by canon, plus or minus a little tweaking) also!!! jason and cass being siblings with vastly different philosophies of violence and justice as products of their respective upbringings are just so fun to think about

im also including duke a Lot in my story plans just cause 1) i like him and 2) i am giving jason a lot of sky/sun/stars symbolism and there is one other bat that has that in Spades it feels wrong to basically give jay some fusion/solar flare powers without Also including duke's meta powers (even if at this point in the story duke legit didn't exist)

this is shaping up to be a very jason cass duke story line, steph will be showing up pretty soon (as indicated by the ending of chap 5!)

i want a satisfying ending with some good dad bruce im sorry for the haters but i like it when bruce has any amount of character development, doug thomas is already holding the weight of me projecting my dad onto him, he needs the backup (actually dukes parents are really a chance for me to fulfill my quota of giving One of these mfers good parents)

this is literally the header of my working document, it sums up my feelings on the direction this is all going quite nicely

jason as a vehicle for my rage at the writers who killed off steph without so much as a by your leave? its more likely than you think

okay here are some rapid fire fun things

jay misses chinese micky d's something fearce, he doesn't know how to explain that its Much Better than US McD, luckily distance shortening arrays are a thing

he has a distance shortening knight chess piece, black water loves him a Theme

i have a crack scene written of jason calmly flipping over tables in metropolis when he wants to Really Fight

black water spritzed him with water when he was bad, but because hes black water, he just summoned a jet of water and made the spray bottle sound with his mouth

if i was going to have duke's parents jokerized i had a whole thingy where jay takes him in but because thats not going to happen, im thinking about duke's parents low key adopting jay (because who Wouldn't want more parents)

jay has a "demon mode" that he lives in when he's doubting his humanity, it would be big sexy if it wasn't so gosh darn sad

thank u kai, im sure this is more than what was anticipated but i can (and will) talk about this au for hours it has subsumed my brain

#batfam #bread talk #jason todd #calamity jason au #these are my aus #now my other fic ideas are all steph/cass lmao #batgirls..... im a lesbian your honor #not going to tag duke and cass with their full names their tags are filled with enough shit thats not duke and cass #but theyre going to be important i promise

[dingoat]

ANYWAY SO HAVE SOME KISS ASKS: 4. where it hurts (Crow/13), 17. to distract (5/13), 36. to give up control (Ulfran/13), 21. on a place of insecurity (Ahuska/Blakk). 41. because the world is saved (Ahuska/13) 8)

HERE YOU GO. FIVE WHOLE different flavours of kisses, all set at various points in various futures (mostly KOTFE era, but I'd like to hope Ahuska/Blakk get to their point somewhat sooner and the final piece is way way off in who-knows-when land) which means their canon status is open for re-interpretations if the times ever come. >.> Crow/13 is riddled with angst but kind of sweet about it, 5/13 gets really grim so proceed with caution if you'd rather not read even implied thoughts of life taking, Ulfran/13 is angsty but just a teeny bit saucy about it maybe, Ahuska/Blakk is soft soft soft fluffy angst, and Ahuska/13 get to actually enjoy themselves a bit, I think. I have not done a lick of proof-reading so apologies if anything is clunky. NO RAGRETS

4. where it hurts (Crow/13)

They looked at him differently now, he knew it. Almost, Crow wished for the intuition that seemed to come so easily to Ulfran, that seemed like breathing for Ahuska, to help clue him in to how they felt. Five was near impossible to read, and Crow couldn’t help but wonder if it had something to do with the void that still burned inside him, that had spent five long years in carbonite taking advantage of the fact that Five could not truly live; could not react, could not see or touch or taste or feel. Sometimes, Crow thought he could glimpse it as cracks working their way across the entire surface of Five’s body, flashes of unnatural violet spilling through and threatening to claim more of the galaxy with emptiness. “You’re worried about him.” Crow didn’t startle when Thirteen spoke; he’d sensed the man’s approach, and his heart ached to know the pain he was in. Perhaps it was because he was better with physical things; with ships and blasters and speed and light and parts; but pain was much easier for him to sense than other emotion. “So are you,” Crow replied, shuffling over where he sat watching Five in yet another long suffering discussion with Lana. Always, they wanted something from him. If not Lana, then Koth, then Senya, and now even Theron-kriffing-Shan was here, as though the mess he’d made on Ziost had never happened. “Do you think he appreciates how much they’re asking of him?” “I think he plays the role well,” Thirteen murmured, squinting out at the man who had once been called Watcher, who still was the Watcher in their hearts. “But it’s just a role?” Thirteen didn’t respond, as he continued to stare, and Crow felt the pain surging through him like a vibration, a mirror of sensation that he could sense the shape of without feeling for himself. “Thirteen,” he said quietly, reaching to take his chin, to turn his head and claim his focus.

He saw the way Thirteen sighed, the way his body softened and gave in to his touch. The look in his eyes that seemed to shimmer between awed, lost, angry and deeply troubled. Crow wished he knew where each expression stemmed from, wished he knew what to say to ease the pain, to coax Thirteen to open up and share some of his burden.

But five long years of turmoil and despair, of discovering parts of himself he’d tried so hard to ignore, had not taught Crow anything about how to dismantle the protective wall Thirteen built around himself specifically to keep his own personal despair contained. All he knew was what time had never needed to teach him, what he’d never needed Ulfran’s instruction in, what no knowledge of the Force had enhanced.

He knew how to give, and what he gave Thirteen was all his attention, his whole heart, his whole self. He felt the pain that shuddered through Thirteen, and placed a hand across his heart, where that pain twisted and tore. He slid his other hand to Thirteen’s cheek, pulling him in closer, feeling the throbbing ache of a tormented mind. And that’s where he started, pressing his lips to Thirteen’s temple, kissing him softly where he knew it hurt. “Five years was like a lifetime without you,” he murmured, kissing him again, pouring himself into it, flushing some life and colour into the gnawing sea of grey. “Please, let me be here now.”

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17. to distract (5/13)

“Five?” There was a guarded sort of caution in Thirteen’s tone as he approached where his Watcher sat, ashen-faced, a blaster pistol held loosely in his hands across the table. “What are you doing…?”

Five blinked, listening to Thirteen’s footsteps, and drew his lips tight. He hadn’t expected to be found, not like this, but he’d lost track of time as he’d wrestled with the ghost in his head. “Nothing,” he said softly. The weapon wasn’t even his; it felt awkward and foreign in his hands, not that it mattered. His hands wouldn’t obey him.

“Five?” Thirteen pressed, a breath away from using his Watcher’s real name to snare his attention. Such power, was held in one’s name.

Five blinked again, and then angled his head to look up at Thirteen, to watch him slowly pull up a chair beside him. Five felt numb, helpless in a way he’d never quite known. How could he tell Thirteen what was rolling through his mind?

How could he not?

“It’s alright,” the Watcher murmured. “I can’t do anything you wouldn’t like. He won’t let me.”

Five knew Thirteen tried to keep the alarm from showing on his face. But Five was very good at reading faces, and he knew Thirteen’s intimately. “What do you mean?” Thirteen asked again, with that same measured caution. “Who?”

“Valkorion,” Five said simply, and he suspected Thirteen had already known the answer.

“Why would you even…” Thirteen swallowed, feeling his mouth go dry. “What are you talking about. What are you doing here.”

“It’s you he’s interested in. It’s you he wants.”

Thirteen narrowed his eyes and pursed his lips in that way he did when he thought Five was talking absolute nonsense.

Five stared at him, and then his gaze slowly defocused. “It’s true. You, my dear, are the extraordinary one. You are everything, the hero the world wants, the body he craves to possess, and I’m simply-”

“Don’t be idiotic. You stop this, right now.”

“-leverage. The only reason he holds on to me is to keep you in check.”

“Shut up,” Thirteen snapped, letting his voice grow harsh because it was better than showing his fear. He, too, heard the laughter in the back of his head, and in that moment he didn’t know exactly who he was attempting to silence.

“He fears that if I were gone-”

“Stop it. Glen. Stop it right now.”

Five faltered, his eyes sharpening again, his expression pained. He simply watched as Thirteen took the blaster and hurled it across the room, he didn’t flinch as Thirteen reached across and took his face in his hands. He closed his eyes as he felt Thirteen brush his dishevelled hair from his brow and kiss him there. It was almost enough to coax his mind to another place.

“If I were gone,” Five whispered, “you might be able to free yourself from him.”

Thirteen silenced him with a desperate kiss on the lips. “Stop it,” he hissed, with savagery in his tone that wasn’t quite directed at Five. “No more of this. No more of those thoughts, they’re not going to do you or me any good.” And he kissed him again, with no intention of stopping until he’d succeeded in turning Five’s thoughts back to the virtues of staying alive.

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36. to give up control (Ulfran/13)

“Please. Help me sleep again. Even just one peaceful night…”

Thirteen hadn’t even needed to ask it. Ulfran had known why he’d sought him out, was already prepared to take the Cipher into his arms once more, to smother the nightmares that plagued him.

“Come,” Ulfran beckoned, knowing well the tone that Thirteen responded to.

And Thirteen came to him, head bowed. “My Lord.”

Ulfran had never wished to rise through the ranks of the Sith, power for power’s sake had never been his goal. And so he found the trust that Thirteen placed in him; glib, arrogant Cipher Thirteen; to be extraordinarily humbling. He would do all he could for him.

The Sith placed a hand on the Cipher’s cheek, exerting just enough gentle pressure to encourage him to meet his eyes. “Do you wish me to take anything from your mind?” He’d made the offer more than once in the past, to rid Thirteen of particularly unwelcome memories. While not a preference, he wanted Thirteen to know the option was still there. “Or shall we bury the old with something new?”

“Just… cover it all up,” Thirteen whispered, not wanting to risk Ulfran seeing the things that would wake him in a cold sweat. Ziost. Zakuul. Asylum. All haunted him without cease. “Put something nice at the front of my thoughts.”

“Very well,” Ulfran answered readily. He ran his thumb across Thirteen’s chin, and felt the man shiver. His voice dropped low and his eyes burned. “Then kiss me. Kiss me as you would if you were fresh on the job. As if I had information you needed. As if you required the keycard in my pocket. Kiss me as you would when all the galaxy was new, and exciting, and at your disposal.”

Ulfran didn’t need to use the Force to compel Thirteen.

Thirteen was all too willing to give himself up to Ulfran’s sweet words and rough lips and do as he asked. He remembered not his first jobs as an Agent, but as a Cipher, as one of Intelligence’s most wondrous and terrible secrets. His eyes swirled with silver and a rakish smile fluttered across his features, as he remembered the fresh and giddy excitement with which he’d faced his new life. His hands slipped under Ulfran’s robes to hold his waist and tug him close as he claimed his lips, opening the memories up for Ulfran’s control.

The new skills, the new strength, the joy of flight, the absolute, marvellous thrill of walking through a crowd unseen, knowing just how ignorant everyone was of what truly walked among them. New senses, new tastes, an intoxicating new infatuation… Ulfran picked at the pieces and pulled up what sparked the brightest, allowing it to become real again for Thirteen, for just one, blissful, peaceful night.

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21. on a place of insecurity (Ahuska/Blakk)

She saw the way his legs trembled. She heard the staccato beat of his heart.

Maybe it was too soon.

Maybe they needed more time together, human and bothan, each with their hands and their voices, more time to talk, to whisper and laugh and be soft and shy with one another, before they could face this.

She watched his hands carefully, and she knew the fur along her spine bristled. It was reflex, it was ancient memory, it meant nothing now, and yet her hackles still lifted to see his hands, just like his hands still shook to see her teeth. 

Monster. I’m a monster. The thoughts had rung through her head endlessly. She hadn’t wanted to hurt him, she hadn’t meant to hurt him, but he had nearly died in her jaws and she’d seen the way she hunted him through his dreams, through his nightmares.

She pressed her muzzle between his paws, and he clasped his hands behind his back.

She loved the wolf, she loved being the wolf, she loved her speed and power and grace, she loved the way she felt at home among the trees, on the rocky slopes, under the dazzling night sky, but to feel his eyes on her now threw her back into that terrible, insecure place. Monster.

But he’d said he owed it to her. He’d said it wasn’t fair, that she should feel the need to hide something she loved so much. He’d said he wanted her to know that he trusted her, and so she stayed where she was, curled gently into the grass, as he approached. She let him take her terrible jaws in his terrible hands, and lift her huge lupine head. They both shook.

“You’re good,” he said softly, and it made her weak, it made her want to fall apart. She could barely still her trembling as he hushed the low whine that rose in her throat with a soft kiss to the side of her muzzle. “And you’re beautiful.” Her monstrous body still trembled, but it was not with fear that she shook. His traitorous hands quivered as he dared to gently stroke across the top of her great head, but now it was with emotions he hadn’t dared to let himself know before.

They were going to let things get better.

41. because the world is saved (Ahuska/13)

Come on, come on, come on…!! She blasted her thoughts to him with urgency, as her wings beat the air, keeping her aloft and coasting back and forth to keep the station in view. It was so distant, the connection between them thrummed with tension, stretched to its limit, and she had no idea how she was still holding on, only that she must.

Another second, just one more… Thirteen’s voice came dimly, but clear enough, and even shared between their minds she could feel the strain.

Hurry, please!

Okay okay okayyy... now!!

Ahuska gave him everything she had, and in the next moment the monstrous hawkbat erupted into the sky above her with a shriek of triumph as the distant station bloomed with fire and light. It was done, and for a moment she shared his triumph, thrilled that she had been able to weave enough power between them that even without his own guidance from the Force, he was able to return to her. From the doomed station to her side in less than a heartbeat, but…

It took its toll. Never had Thirteen’s body been put through such extreme pressure; folded across impossible distances, shifted back and forth in succession, and after a half dozen wingbeats his strength failed him completely.

The hawkbat plummeted, and the winged wolf dove after him.

Shift! Shift, you have to go smaller, please…! Ahuska pressed her thoughts at him with urgency, but she felt his panic, his helpless floundering to trigger the change. He was too weak. And in this shape, his huge and powerful form, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to catch him.

She felt him try, she felt the manic part of him that very nearly didn’t care because it was done, it was done, he’d achieved the impossible and surely now he could just sleep–

No, no! They pierced a bank of clouds, the colour of the sky changing around them. Don’t you dare! And she flooded into him, ignoring her own body momentarily in order to press her mind through his and prompt the shift, wincing at the way his body screamed with the effort. I’m here, I’ve got you. She gave him strength. She fed life into him, as feather and scale and heavy gold and purple hide gave way to a lanky human physique.

And Thirteen laughed as he tumbled through the sky, as he felt the fresh life flood through him.

He laughed as the wolf’s shadow fell over him, and gave a whoop of delight as she caught him, her huge forepaws clasping around his body. She tucked her wings and twisted into a tight roll, then spread them wide and caught the sudden shock of hot air as the first physical wave from the destroyed station reached them. She coasted, then tilted her wings for a gradual descent, dropping Thirteen into the lush grassy plain before hitting the ground herself and crumpling with sheer, exhausted relief, skidding, then rolling, then collapsing completely into a mess of feather and fur.

And he was upon her, still laughing, squeezing her tight. She felt his need for physical contact, she felt it and she needed it too, and before she knew it she’d melted down into her bothan body with her arms around him and he took her face and they were kissing, they were kissing to share the sheer and perfect joy of being alive, of having survived.

“We did it,” she said, gasping for air, her ears so hot that even her cheeks were tinged pink. “We really did it.”

“Are they really all gone? It worked?”

“They’re gone,” Ahuska confirmed, sliding her face against his neck, pressing her muzzle against him in a warm and wolflike gesture. She’d felt them all blink out, she knew it was finally over.

“And…” Thirteen was almost afraid to ask, but he had to know. Spread across the galaxy, they’d all had their parts to play, and even if none had been as dangerous as theirs, going where none but the man who was a hawkbat and the bothan who was a wolf could go, that didn’t mean each of them hadn’t walked a path fraught with danger. The risk had been exceptional, but each and every one of them had agreed before setting out- worth it. “The others?”

Ahuska took a moment, closing her eyes and resting her head against Thirteen’s chest as she focused her senses and listened. One by one, she singled out the golden threads of those who mattered more to her than any others in the galaxy. One by one, she felt their heartbeats, strong and sure. She sighed softly and nuzzled against Thirteen with a little wriggle of pleasure. “They’re all okay. We all made it.”

Pure, infectious delight flooded through Thirteen and spilled into Ahuska, and they held one another, drunk on relief. They’d saved the gods damned galaxy, but more importantly still they’d preserved their world, their own little corner, their home. What they wouldn’t have given to share this moment with their loved ones, but that time would come, and right now Thirteen and Ahuska had one another, their hearts racing together and all the joy of the universe woven between them.

They seized one another, they held on tight, and they kissed. Hungrily, breathlessly, exultantly, they kissed as the sky blazed above them.

#asks #dingoat writes #werewolf au #ahuska #thirteen #five #steel crow #blakk #TY #for ASKING #for ALL THE KISSES

[salmonrainy]

yall really thought yall were safe from the cake meme huh

(insta / tweeter)

#m draws #KSHDHSHHS #this was kinda rushed bc i was. so Ecstatic to finish this so #if they look kinda off Apologies Teehe #e #newsies #newsies live #everything is cake #memesies #davey jacobs #david jacobs #jack kelly #i love davey jacobs #m #im sorry but this fandom will always get Cursed Memes as long as im around >:-)) #also idk which ending panel to put in so i added in Both Hehe #anyway no ragrets peace out yall #✌️😚

[froghwon]

🌱

#rambling #i took a 3 hour nap in the afternoon so now im awake at nearly 3am🤡 #i hate taking long naps #i woke up with a splitting headache and i barely knew who i was :/// #also my tummy feels kinda weird #i think its bc i had too much cheese for dinner >.< #but i did a baked camembert and it was to tasty i couldnt not devour it all :P #its nice bc i get monday off for stat and im using a vacation day on tuesday #im finally going to see a specialist about my chronic migraines :'') #this is the last resort like if nothing comes out of this.. i literally am just going to live like this for the rest of my life... #this is no way to life idk what im gonna do with myself.... #idk maybe i shouldnt have divorced kihyun and live a life of luxury not having to work #lmao jk no ragrets 😎 #i've got 2 tattoo appointments booked for later this month. so im just gonna hold onto that #i just need SOMETHING to look forward to >.< #ya know? #one of thems gonna be my mx tattoo so im especially looking forward to that :> #i should probably go sleep soon. my parents wanna have brunch together tomorrow kjnksdfns

[dancingwith-handstied]

taylor performing a song from speak now for the surprise song

#its what speak now deserves #seriously though mine makes me so emo that single started my really launched me farther into Full On Stan #i remember i was going in sixth grade when it came out and living my best life as one does at like 12 years old #and this song was on top of the itunes charts for so long and i was always so obsessed with the itunes charts #im emotional #rep tour louisville #also i have major ragrets i shouldve bought tickets for this show the venue is not as big and tickets were cheaper whyyyyy

[wankadoodles]

happy new year !!!!! this is the year im not caring anymore !!!! i aint caring about my art!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i just wanna draw what i love and have fun and this is gonna be my year!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i just!!!!!!dont!!!!!!!care!!!!!!!!!!!!

#MGS #mgsvtpp #Big Boss #Punished Venom Snake #Venom Snake #Quiet #i dont wanna care anymore!!!!!!!!!! i dont wanna be embarrassed about my shitty sketches!!!!! no ragrets binch this is my year!!!!!!!!!!!! #im gonna be posting a lot more unfinished things because I!!!!! dont!!!!!!!!!! care!!!!!!!!! i shouldnt!!!!!!!!! nothing has to be perfect!! #ive been worried for far too long about the quality of my art but you know what!!!!!!! thats so stressful!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! fuck it!!!!!!!!!! #im living this year binch!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! even if it kills me!!!!!!!!!!!

[dream-a-little-bigger-x]

Bet On It | Charlie Gillespie

Requested:  I may have already requested this (or I may have dreamed it) - but I would love an imagine with Charlie and the reader having a bet. Charlie loses and has to get the readers name tattooed somewhere and his fans go INSANE. Can be either platonic or romantic, your choice.

A/N: This was too good to pass up. Hope you like it! And special thanks to @calamitykaty for helping me out again on this one! I appreciate your help and love so much! You are the best of the best! Love you! 💖

Pairing: Charlie x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, tattoos 

Song(s) used: Show Me How You Burlesque - Christina Aguilera 

Words:  3,880

“Wanna bet on it?” was one of the first things he had ever said to you three years ago when you met him after your dance troupe had performed at the annual showcase. 

You and Meghan Gillespie had been friends since you started taking dance classes when both of you were five. However, your friendship never expanded from dance classes. Both of you were totally fine with that. 

This also meant neither of you had ever met each other's siblings, but that changed when you were seventeen and Charlie tapped your shoulder when you’d come up to greet your own family after the showcase. He’d complimented you on your dancing, and told you a little flustered that you had stolen the show. You didn’t even need to ask his name to know this was Charlie. He had the same bone structure and the same eyes Meghan did. She had told you about her siblings, mostly about Charlie since he was the closest in age and, according to her, the most annoying out of all her brothers. 

The two of you talked the whole night, even long after everyone had gone. Most of it was absolute nonsense, but  you loved getting to know him a little more aside from the stories you’d heard from Meghan. You enjoyed his presence and the way he carried himself and told his stories. This boy just seemed like the most excitable and passionate person you had ever met in your life. A lot of similarities to his sister, you noticed. 

“Can I see you again soon?” he asked when the two of  you wrapped up the night when it neared twelve am. 

You had raised your eyebrow at his nervosity more than his question. “Are you asking me out on a date?” 

Charlie’s head snapped up at your question, his eyes wide and jaw tight. “Wha-What? Nah! I wouldn’t date my sister’s friend! Uhm, more like, uh… Like a platonic date!” he exclaimed a little too excitedly. He even added some finger guns to top it all off. 

“All right, a platonic date it is,” you said as a teasing grin made its way to your features. “But you have to promise me one thing…” He nodded his head, encouraging you to go on. “You  have to promise you won’t fall in love with me.” 

A snicker raked through his body before he mimicked your teasing grin, “Wanna bet on it?” 

Even though back then there was nothing at stake, he still lost the bet. You both did, technically. Because after that first ‘platonic’ date followed more dates that grew into non-platonic dates until he finally picked up the courage to kiss you on your doorstep. 

Now three years later, you were working together on a second season of Julie and The Phantoms, both of you having been on the first season too. You as a background dancer and him as one of the leads of the show. 

To say you were proud of him would be an understatement. 

However, no one knew you were dating except for the closest people in your life. Meghan knew from the first ‘platonic’ date that this would be more than just a shallow friendship, and all your other friends and family were just happy you found each other. The cast of Julie and The Phantoms, however, were your biggest shippers. They loved to tease you both to the point where fans were suspicious, but you never made anything official. You kept telling them you were just best friends. 

After a full day on a corona proof set, the two of you finally settle on the sofa of your shared apartment with Owen. Said third roommate still had to film a couple of scenes with Booboo, which meant the two of you had the space all to yourself. 

Cuddled up on the couch, the two of you scroll through your phone, catching up on anything  you’d missed on social media. You’d received a few comments on your latest Instagram story with Savannah and Tori, and even more on the ones with Charlie in them. Most of them told you they wanted you to do a live together soon. 

“People are asking for a live,” you stated, showing some of the messages in your inbox. 

“Then they shall receive,” Charlie replied and got up from the couch, making his way into the bedroom. You furrowed your eyebrows, wondering why he just left, but you were given answers when he returned with an acoustic in his hand. “They always love a good jam session,” he explained before handing  you his phone so you could set up the live on his account since he had a lot more followers than you. 

“Let’s see,” you mumbled as you pressed the button, letting the phone rest against a large candle on the coffee table. Names started popping up at the bottom of the screen while the little number in the right-hand corner raked up quickly. “Hey guys!” 

“‘Sup!” Charlie shouted excitedly, a wide smile taking over his features while he tuned his guitar. “What do you guys wanna see from us today? Send us some requests for songs I should play or questions you want us to answer.” 

A laugh escaped your mouth as you noticed a lot of the questions were about whether or not you were a couple. “No, we’re not together, we’re just best buddies.” You put your head on Charlie’s shoulder, smiling a toothy smile at the camera. 

“Do you pull pranks on Owen or others from the cast?” Charlie read aloud as you pulled yourself up again, nodding your head in response. “Yeah, we pull pranks on each other all the time!” 

“Yeah! I love to prank this one whenever I find him somewhere napping,” you chuckled, especially when you noticed his expression on the screen. His mouth ajar as his eyes went from left to right. “I swear, this boy can sleep anywhere!” 

“Don’t expose me like that!” he cried out, which made you burst out with laughter to the point where you even let out a snort. You couldn’t hold yourself anymore at how offended he was by all of this, you were practically cackling. “Okay, if we’re exposing each other, you’re always dancing. ALWAYS,” he put emphasis on the last ‘always’. His eyes widened at the word as well as his voice growing louder. 

You stopped laughing at this, suddenly turning serious. “That’s my job, Char,” you deadpanned. Charlie wasn’t Charlie if he let it go so quickly. 

“Yeah, on set and maybe at practice, but you dance everywhere,” he turned to the camera, “Seriously, she dances in the shower, on the toilet, at catering, in bed,...” he stopped himself upon realizing he’d said a tiny bit too much. 

“People are asking how you know all that, Charlie. How do you know all of that?” you teased along, knowing he had dug himself a hole and you loved to see him squirm to get him out. 

“Because I… Come on, y/n, we’re best friends, we fall asleep in the same bed all the time,” he quickly saved himself in a very nonchalant, very Charlie way. You couldn’t help the smirk tugging at one corner of your lip, thinking ‘Nice save, Gillespie’.

“But that’s still not as bad as sleeping everywhere,” you countered, your face still overtaken by that smirk. “I bet I could get a whole album of pictures of you sleeping anywhere.” 

This claim made Charlie’s head snap up, a feeling of dejavu rushing through his mind. This suddenly felt very familiar since both of you had  been in a situation like this before, both pulling the short straw.

“Wanna bet on it?” he declared, his eyebrows nearly reaching up to his hairline. 

Your tongue glided across your turned up lips as you replied, “What’s at stake?” 

“Let’s see what they think. Guys! Help us out with this bet, please! What should be at stake?”

Dozens of replies came in, but your eyes fell on one in particular. “The loser has to get the winner’s name tattooed in a place of the winner’s choice!” you read aloud, pointing at the screen where the comment used to be. “Yes! Okay! So, let’s say we have to each get ten pictures of videos by -- it’s now Tuesday, so Monday?”  Charlie nodded his head in agreement. “First one to get ten wins.” 

Charlie held his hand out for you to shake, which you gladly did so, sealing the bet. 

“Get ready to get tatted for the first time, baby,” Charlie quipped with a smirk. 

“Oh, no, Char. I’m gonna leave this a blank canvas,” you responded, gliding your hands over your ribcage and down to your sides for emphasis. “You better get ready to get ‘y/n’ tattooed in big block letters across your chest!” You patted his pecs before adding with a giggle, “No ragrets.” 

He let out a chuckle at the meme reference before turning to the phone again. The two of you spent the next twenty minutes talking to the fans on Instagram live, playing them some songs and teasing one another non-stop. The fans were pretty certain you were a thing by now, but you still insisted all this was just a really close friendship. 

By the next day, everyone knew about the bet and was willing to help both of you out. Though, most of them told you afterwards they were on your side all the way. 

Savannah skipped over to you when you were waiting at the Hollywood Ghost Club set, getting ready for the last rehearsal before you’d start filming the scene tomorrow. You were going over the steps in your head until she spoke up. “Have you caught Charlie yet today?” she asked with a smirk. You let out a chuckle, shaking your head. 

“No, haven’t really stopped today, so I haven’t seen him much either.” This made you realize you kind of missed him and were up for a cuddle right about now. “Why? Have you seen him somewhere?” 

The mischievous look in her eyes spoke a thousand words. “Gimme your phone, I’ll go take a picture, so you can stay here.” You mull over the option for a second before deciding against it. 

“No, that’s not very fair. I’ll just go and look for him after this rehearsal and hope he’ll still be napping.” Savannah shrugged at your response before tucking a strand of hair of yours behind your ears. 

“Suit yourself, he’s in the breakroom.” You made a mental note of that. “You’re so soft for him, it’s adorable,” she uttered as a tender smile found its way to her lips. “I’ll let you get to rehearsal and I’ll make sure no one wakes Charlie before you can get to him, okay?” 

You shot her a thankful smile, “Yeah, thanks, Sav.” She kissed your cheek before walking away to wherever she needed to go. 

Thankfully, Charlie was indeed still asleep by the time you made it to the breakroom. He looked adorable all curled up on the small sofa with his arms wrapped around his own stomach. With an endeared smile, you grabbed your phone from the pocket of your sweater and snapped a picture before making your way over to him and squatting down in front of the couch. Softly, you brushed a strand of hair off his forehead before combing through the luscious mop of brown locks. 

He stirred slightly and squeezed his eyes tighter before they fluttered open. When they met yours, a soft, sleepy smile lit up his face. With a beam mirroring his, you said to him, “You look very cuddly up here, mind if I join you?” He scooted over and turned to his side, answering your question without words. You joined him on the small couch and rested your forehead on his chest, shutting your eyes as you inhaled the familiar scent of his cologne. 

“You took a picture, didn’t you?” he mumbled, pressing his lips to the crown of your head. You giggled, which was enough for him to know that you did. 

“One point y/n, Charlie zero,” you said and kissed his shirt-covered chest. 

“Oh, I’ll get my revenge, Bubba, I promise you!” He poked you in the ribs, making you squirm in his arms. “But let’s nap first until they need us again.” 

When Charlie promised something, he stuck to it. So, during lunch that same day, you stood in line with Madison, Jadah, Savannah, Tori and some of the other dancers, chatting a bit while music played from the speakers in the spacious area where everyone was either already eating or queueing to get food. 

“You really never know if you--” you cut yourself off once your ears picked up on the song that was playing in the background. “Oh my God! I know the choreo to this one. Tori, you do too, right?!” 

You put the plate you were holding on top of Savannah’s while Tori and some of the other dancers gave theirs to the other girls. Tori and Sam, one of the dancers you were closest with, got up on the table. Chuckling, you watched as a few others followed their example, and you quickly give in too. 

“Hit it up, get it up, won’t let you rest Hit it up, get it up, this is not a test Hit it up, get it up, gotta give me your best So get your ass up, show me how you burlesque”

You’ve loved this movie since it came out ten years ago. Your mother showed you some videos of you dancing in front of the tv, trying to imitate the dancers. It was pretty hilarious to see a ten-year-old do this dance. 

Right now though, you were ready to show off in front of everyone with some of the greatest dancers on this crew. Moments like these were proof that you were born to be a dancer. 

“A little bit of naughty, it's a little bit nice She’s a whole lot of glam, sweat, sugar, sex, spice Shimmy, shimmy, strut, strut Give a little what, what Up on the tables we’ll be dancing all night”   

Little did you know that Charlie had walked in with Owen, Jeremy and Booboo just as you’d started to dance. He was quick enough to grab  his phone from his pocket and film it. Even though he loved the fact that it was now a tie, he couldn’t help but smile proudly at the girl he’d fallen in love with three years ago. 

This was his favorite side of yours. You were in your element on the dance floor -- or table in this case. He just loved how confident you were and how free you seemed. While you’d be kind of shy when around new people, nobody would notice that when you’re dancing. He found it incredibly sexy to see you up there. 

You groaned as Charlie held his hand out to help you down the table when you’d finished the impromptu performance. With a smirk, he said, “1-1, Bubba,” and pressed a kiss to your flustered cheek. 

“I hate you,” you mumbled, but you couldn’t withhold the smile tugging at your lips. He looked so chuffed with his victory, even if it was a small one. You wanted to grant him this one win. 

The one win quickly turned into eight more, for the both of you, by Saturday. 

Match point. 

There was a mutual agreement to pause the bet on Sunday since the two of you had a day off and were going to sleep and dance around the apartment while cleaning up anyway, so that wouldn’t be fair. But on Monday, it was game on. 

You were certain you were going to win. All you had to do is find Charlie when you knew he didn’t have to film anything and try to withhold yourself from dancing if it wasn’t a part of the filming or rehearsal progress.

By noon, you had succeeded in one department. The only thing left to do now, was find Charlie. You knew he had an hour off for lunch and  that he’d spent twenty minutes of it taking a power nap somewhere on set. The only downside was, that you had no clue where he could possibly be sleeping  now. 

“Mads! Jer!” you exclaimed when you saw Madison and Jeremy walking up to you with sandwiches in their hands. “Have you guys seen Charlie anywhere?” The two glanced at each other before giving you a look that screamed ‘seriously, y/n?’. 

“What’s the best napping spot in the entire studio and isn’t used for anything today?” Jeremy asked as a way of responding to your question. 

Your eyes widened as the image of the bed popped into your head. You quickly muttered, “Thank you!” before hurrying your way to the set that holds Julie Molina’s bedroom. And there, smack in the middle of the bed, cuddled up to a pink cushion, lied your boyfriend. 

Butterflies erupted in your stomach as you nervously grabbed your phone and snapped a few pictures to make sure there was at least one that wasn’t blurry. Your hands were shaking way too much from the excitement, but you couldn’t just let this one pass. You had to win. If not just to prove a point. 

You rapidly scrolled through the photos and when you saw one that was in focus, you shrieked and leapt onto the bed on top of Charlie. He let out a groan at the sudden weight pressing down on his body as he shook awake. 

“I won, bitch!” you screamed out, doing a happy dance as you straddled his lap.

He rubbed his eyes like a toddler whilst giggling like one too before placing his hands on your thighs and saying, “I didn’t think you’d find me here.” He started rubbing up and down your jeans-cladded legs, a pout tugging at his bottom lip. 

You raised your eyebrows at him, “Seriously? This is the most infamous napping spot of the entire studio! I immediately came here when I couldn’t find you in your regular spot in the breakroom.” Now it was his turn to raise his eyebrows at you. 

“Someone else told you I was here, didn’t they?”

“Yep, definitely.” 

He groaned and then flipped you over, so you were lying next to him, and you let out a shriek before it turned into a giggle. “I already know where you’re gonna put my name too,” you mumbled. You pressed your forehead against his while tracing a heart on his chest, right above his heart. 

His eyes fluttered shut as he kissed your forehead. Placing it back, he muttered, “Let me guess, on my left pec, so you’re forever in my heart?” You simply hummed in response, earning a chuckle from your boyfriend. “Why are you so predictable?” 

“Shut up, you love me.” 

Butterflies welled up in his belly as you said that. He loved the overconfident way you always said those words. They were true. Very true and he loved that you knew that. But that didn’t take away the fun into actually reminding you too. 

“That’s true.” 

The following day, you took Charlie to the tattoo parlor to get his tattoo. You had told him a thousand times he didn’t have to do it, that knowing you were the winner sufficed, but he just replied with a, “No, I want that tattoo.” 

The tattoo artist asked if  you had a design in mind, so you handed her the slip of paper on which you had perfectly written your name in cursive and told her where to put it. She simply stated, “You got great  handwriting,” before showing you and Charlie to the back. 

“Film this for Insta, babe, so the people know I lost,” Charlie had ordered you sweetly as he tugged his shirt over his body, handing it over to you while he sat down. 

You grabbed your phone and started filming when the tattoo artist, whose name was CeCe, she’d said, started on his tattoo. Charlie looked up at you, biting his lip, and then reaching out to you. Without asking him what was wrong, you swung his shirt over your shoulder and took his hand with the one you weren’t filming with. He squeezed hard, nearly bone-crushingly hard, but you let him. After all, it was kind of your fault he was there in the first place. 

When CeCe had finished and put a protective band-aid on it, Charlie grabbed his shirt from your shoulder, and kissed you on the lips sweetly. You paid for the work and time CeCe had put into this, said your goodbyes, and headed back home. 

Pretty much every single one of the cast was waiting at your place, ready to see the finished product. However, Charlie wasn’t allowed to take the covering off yet. It needed to stay there for two to four hours before he could take it off. 

And once he did, you were surprised to not only see your name on his chest, but also your favorite flower worked into it beautifully. Confused and surprised, you looked up at Charlie. 

“When did you even tell her to do that?” you asked as everyone started to take pictures of the tattoo and of the interaction between the two of you. 

“Called in beforehand,” he simply shrugged. Shaking  your head, you leaned up and planted a kiss to his lips. Even though it was bat-shit crazy he even went through with tattooing your name on his chest, the fact he added an element of you made it extra special. 

That night, Charlie posted the video of him getting his tattoo on his Instagram stories while you made a compilation post of all ten of the sleeping Charlie pictures you had accumulated in the last week, along with a picture of his tattoo. 

@Yourinstahandle: Victory is mine! You are absolutely crazy. I can’t believe you went through with this. At least now I’m forever embedded on your heart and I’ll be yours forever. 💖 @Charles_Gillespie 

And with that, you immediately went Instagram official too. Following your example, Charlie shared a picture of his brand new tattoo as well. 

@Charles_Gillespie: Wanna bet on it? Forever mine 💖 @Yourinstahandle

When he joined you in bed that night, you went to lie down on his chest, only to receive a painful hiss from him, causing you to shoot up again. “GAH! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!” you shouted, and looked at him in shock. 

“It’s fine,” he muttered and went to pull you back but you refused to. 

“No, Char, I’m not gonna hurt you for an entire night,” you grumble and crawl across his legs to lie down on his other side. “This feels weird.” You rested your head against the non-painful side of his chest. “But better than no cuddles.” 

“Yeah, well, maybe you shouldn’t have won, so I wouldn’t be in pain right now,” he responded, followed by a small chuckle, letting you know he was just joking.    

“You are the most ridiculous person I have ever met,” you muttered. Before closing your eyes, you quickly leaned up and pecked his cheek. 

“Wanna bet on it?”

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[spockandawe]

give me Steve/Loki thoughts :D

THE BOYS!!!!!!!!

Downsides: 

For some reason, they hardly get any canon time together??? I’m sure this is just some unintentional oversight, but it wounds me, personally.

And on a character-driven level, Loki doesn’t react great to people trying to nudge him to be a good boy, which isn’t exactly what Steve does, but he does have a way of... encouraging people around him to be their best selves, and that unfortunately hits Loki right in the well-if-you-want-to-see-me-as-your-enemy-I’ll-be-the-best-goddamn-enemy-ever baggage. Plus Steve has his own baggage with being ““enough””, and the people he cares about ““leaving”” him, and especially at the time when they meet, Loki doesn’t really give off the most... stable vibes.

Upsides:

The good news is that those are just logistical downsides, babey, and what we have here is fertile, fertile ground for slow-burn character development!!! 

I guess it does make it a lot harder to casually ship them, which makes it difficult for me on the creator front, because even when times were less stressful and plaguey, I’m not much of a longfic writer. But I am a longfic consumer, and oh my god, this ship! These personalities!!!!!!

So, okay. On the one hand, you have Loki, a brittle, angry, skittish man who is still processing the idea that he is, in a very literal way, a “monster,” and that his father lied to him, and that the deck was always stacked against him and he was never going to be good enough, and probably he was never actually loved to begin with. (the idea of being quote-unquote enough is an important thread for both of them that I’m worried I’ll get excited and forget, but it’s important to remember). He’s lost his home and family, he tried to kill himself, he went on a deep space mindbreak torture vacation, and showed back up to attempt to conquer earth, and just had a really unhappy times of things.

And on the other hand, you have Steve, who was so determined to serve in wwii and be part of something important that he volunteered to be a test dummy for a super-soldier manufacturing experiment. He’s spent a lot of time both accomplishing as much as he possibly could (even though wwii is too much for one person to handle, and it never feels like he does enough) and to live up to the image of the idol he was held up as (even though he’s intimately aware of all the ways he fails to live up to that ideal). And in the end, he lost his best friend, he lost his home, he sacrificed himself and lost everything and got dragged into a future where he can still see a few little traces of the home and friends he left behind, just enough to make the present jarringly alien. And the strongest trace of himself left in the world is the “Captain America” image, and all the conflicted feelings that came with that (the unhappy pressure of living up to a role you aren’t sure you want to keep playing is also another thread connecting these two).

Now, together... On a superficial level, these two have personalities and priorities that are very different, and it’s not difficult to see them both being very frustrated with the decisions the other one has made. It would be so easy for them to pass each other by and go on their own way without even wondering if they’d missed out on something important.

But if you can hold them next to each other for long enough, it’s just magic. A shippy thing that I just had to find the words for in the starjack ask was that you can end up in a shipping situation where it superficially seems like one character is a martyr who just gives and gives and gives, like Steve. And I don’t think Steve is super helpless or unwilling to stand up for himself. But give me a person in his corner, who is willing to be selfish for his sake. Steve might have his limits, but they are generous limits, and give me a Loki who will see people trying to impose and not be as patient as Steve. It doesn’t have to be an actual intervention, it doesn’t even need to change anything, just give me Loki draped across his back grumbling about how it’s stupid that these people are saying they neeeed Captain America when all they want is clearly a photo op.

And the emotional needs that this fulfills for Loki... this is my jam........ It’s not that he needs someone to love him unconditionally, because 1) there’s Thor, and 2) I don’t think Steve’s love is the full unconditional. But give him someone who’s not tied up directly in all of his old pain and baggage and emotions, and give him someone who’s willing to take a step back and try to understand his decisions. I don’t think Loki has made good decisions, and I don’t think Loki thinks he’s made good decisions. But I also don’t expect Loki to try to explain himself (I expect him to play up the villainy-for-the-sake-of-villainy thing tbh), and I do think it’s very likely that Steve will slow down and try his best to think through why Loki made the decisions he did.

This is a general character thing that comes up most often for me in shipping contexts, but I love characters who make terrible decisions for... insufficient reasons. I don’t need the story to justify why they were actually right after all, I don’t need them to put on a self-flagellating repentance act. But I always, always want to read about someone looking at those terrible decisions and subjecting that character to the good ol’ mortifying ordeal of being known.

And like Starscream, like Mu Qing, I think that ordeal is particularly mortifying and painful for Loki. I think it hurts, a lot, and that he would really prefer if people didn’t try to touch the open wound. And I also am trying real hard not to make Steve into a selfless perfect saint, because I don’t like doing that to any character, but especially get uncomfy doing it to him when he’s got the Captain America ideal thing going on. But he is very determinedly empathetic and kind. I expect him to probe at why Loki did his Loki things, but I expect him to do it as gently as someone could reasonably expect. 

Plus, very id-tastic, both of them have the sort of damage that I think would set off the other one’s protective instincts :PPPP I’m a woman of simple needs! And those needs are ‘no, I’m protecting you.’ I already went into some of that with Loki being a person who will advocate on Steve’s behalf. But also, once Loki stops being an immediate Threat (which i don’t think takes much, he’s a very, very worn out man, at almost any point in canon), I think Steve is able to avoid slipping into ‘right, let’s all of us just pretend none of that ever happened’ while also not being okay with people, like... taking out frustrations and old grudges on him. When Loki is ready to dive into despairfrustration and start playing the supervillain role that everyone expects from him, Steve is capable of expecting better from him, without also invalidating the emotions he’s feeling.

Oh lord, haha, this has gotten away from me. I need to cut myself off, probably. But no ragrets whatsoever. I like this ship so much, Lise! You did this to me!! XDDDD

#spock replies #ask memes #stoki #steve rogers #loki #long post/ #mcu #veliseraptor

[grapehyasynth]

First Line Challenge

I was tagged by @missgeevious and @my-nameless-bliss - thank you!! This looks like a lot of fun - normally these games require that I remember something about my works or think deeply about them and this does neither of those so I love it. I also kind of love first lines/first paragraphs because I have held dear to me the concept from a creative writing class that in a short story, you don’t have time for exposition and need to drop the reader write into the juicy action. I try to follow that as much as I can!

Post the first line of the last 20 things you’ve written. Then tag 20 people to do the same.

I am skipping my drabbles because I don’t know, chronologically, when those were actually posted.

I am also not going to tag 20 people but I will tag: @maybewecandreamalittle @roguebebe @hullomoon @flashbastard @theswiftiewholived @maxbegone @lisamc-21 @januarium @startswithhope  @davidbrewer @lilythesilly @blueink3​ @middyblue​ @danverses​ @schittposting @kindofspecificstore

1. It starts, as these things seem wont to do, with Ray.  (Smorgascreek)

2. “Mr. Rose, I was supposed to be at the cafe twenty minutes ago to help David with the-” (Gossip is the devil’s telephone)

3. It’s a lush summer night, hot and swollen, and Patrick knows his husband would rather be inside, upstairs in their borrowed bedroom where his parents have kindly installed the AC window unit. (people worth missing, things worth sharing)

4. It’s been a long day at the store, their busiest since the soft opening, and Patrick’s thrilled.  (Sounds of Pleasure)

5. David would never willingly enter a laundromat.  (Making Change)

6. The Roses have a small, rented house in Los Feliz, and no matter how many times Moira has assured Patrick that “we’re very close to signing the concordat on a more permanent dwelling - any day now!”, he still has a hard time fitting his larger-than-life costar here, in this humble, quiet corner of Los Angeles. (Son-rise Bay)

7. Patrick has made a terrible mistake. (Breakout Sessions)

8. Patrick has his first little gay spiral on the walk home from work, when he sees the entire Jazzagals troupe flocking to the cafe. (come as you are)

9. So when you said you hated pet names,” Patrick says the minute they get up to their borrowed bedroom, and David freezes where he’s crouched by his suitcase, “you only meant from me, huh?” (Negotiation of Terms)

10. David regrets everything. (beneath the arc of the earth’s halo)

11. Patrick comes into the living room for movie night, where David’s been watching Friends while Patrick finishes up some paperwork, and sighs. (Seating Arrangements)

12. do you have plans tonight (your eyes are wider than distance)

13. “This is not how I wanted to spend my night,” Alexis grumps, as if he didn’t know. (laughing and hydrating and listening to frank ocean)

14. David is speedwalking down the length of the motel within seconds of getting Stevie’s text. (Picking up this heat)

15. “So I have an idea for our second date,” David says, after the dust - of the body at the motel, of Mrs. Rose’s hysteria, and of Patrick stumbling over not being ready for the sex he very, very much wants to have with David - has settled. (I like you down to the sugar on your fingertips)

16. Stevie walks into the cafe in her puffy winter coat, takes one look at Patrick sitting alone in a booth with a wrapped present on the table in front of him, and spins back around, heading for the door.  (Brewer Birthday (Non)Bombardments for Budd)

17. They’re in Patrick’s bed - well, more on the bed than in bed, because David’s foot is the only part of him that’s covered by the sheet. (Butt Stuff)

18. All semester, every time Patrick gets drunk, he’s drinking because of David. (like rum on the fire)

19. David takes one look at Patrick when he ambles into their kitchen after shucking his shoes and coat and bag in the hall and says, “Well, don’t you look like you’ve just been through an emotional trash compactor.” (To my younger self)

20. David goes looking for towels, mostly to have five minutes away from Alexis for the first time since all of this started, but also because he cannot be expected to dry his  body  with the sandpaper currently hanging in their bathroom, a room smaller than his claw-footed tub in New York.   (If you’re looking for an ass to kiss)

If you made it this far, I’ll share with you that looking at some of these again, I was like - wow, I miss that one. A kind of special feeling when writing fic can so often feel like banging your head through concrete. Sorry for that visual. Also, I will always ragret naming a fic Butt Stuff. But (ha) here we are.

#long post #sorriez for the length of the post #this was a lot of fun to do tbh

[cinnaminsvga]

Content Creator Year in Review

→ I was tagged by @hobidreams @jimlingss and @dreamystuffers to do this!! Happy New Year everyone!!

👻 First creation and most recent creation of 2020: 

The first thing I posted was A Boy Like You in February and the most recent was Undercover from last Christmas. Literally doesn’t feel like time has moved which is insane???

👻 One of your favourite creations from 2020: 

Gotta choose A Boy Like You for this one. I really did put my heart and soul into that fic (and wrote it to comfort myself during a tough time) even though the concept is pretty simple.

👻 A creation you’re really proud of:

Love is Blind, definitely. I haven’t written (i.e. completed) an SMAU in such a long time that I didn’t think I had it in me anyone. I guess I still got some angsty SMAU genes left in me.

👻 A new style you tried this year and a gifset/fic that uses it:

This is kind of weird to say, but my fifth Robot!Jungkook drabble utilizes a “new style” in the sense that it was my first time writing non-crack smut??? Before then, I’ve only ever written ridiculous “smut” (debatable tbh) so that drabble was really difficult for me at first. We live and we learn!

👻 A creation that took you forever: 

Technically, this would have to be Love is Blind because that SMAU took two months to complete with daily(ish) uploads. But if we’re talking about how long it took for me to push a fic out of my system, then that meant Dumbo took the longest. That fic started out as a draft back in October 2018!

👻 A creation from 2020 that received the most notes: 

Against all odds, Dumbo finished the year with 6K notes. Like??? How did a fic-turned-shitpost gain that much traction? The world may never know.

👻 A creation you think deserved more notes: 

To all my Fox Rain readers... You guys are my rock, my foundation, my salvation... Every note and ask I get about that series is the only thing that keeps me from scrapping Fox Rain. I love you!

👻 A new fandom you joined and a creation you made for it: 

I joined so many fandoms this year but I did not contribute a single thing to any of them (lol). I guess I was going to write something for TXT once upon a time, but then [static noises].

👻 A creation you made that breaks your heart:

I guess I have to mention Let the Dead Weep since it is a pure angst fic, but I also have to say that Love is Blind really broke me. Guys, I have a confession to make... I have many #ragrets about that SM!AU and I wish I didn’t make Yoongi so sad... (Zee? Feeling sad for Yoongi? What AU is this?)

👻 A ‘simple’ creation that you really love: 

Sweeter than Strawberries is what I like to call “fluff without plot” and tbh I never knew I would be the type of person who enjoys writing that kind of stuff, and yet I did!! 

👻 A creation that was inspired by another one: 

A Boy Like You was loosely inspired by the animation, Paperman. Taming of the Bridezilla was also loosely inspired by Crazy Rich Asians.

👻 A favourite creation created by someone else: 

[from Tumblr]

kiss it better by @jincherie

want a taste? by @suga-kookiemonster

Ps. I Woof You by @gimmesumsuga

Right Here, Right Now by @hobidreams

mission impossible by @hobiwonder

[from AO3]

as the shadows grow by spudcity [!!!]

A Game for Seven by Only_A_Fangirl

you might have noticed by introserendipity

all hands on deck by snooki

arranged by obiwrites

👻 Some of your favourite content creators from this year:

Everyone mentioned above, as well as @jimlingss @dreamystuffers @seokoloqy @fantasybangtan @ve1vetyoongi @hollyhomburg @vinterjeon @kpopfanfictrash @sugaxjpg @joonary @joonsgalore @minflix!! You guys are all fantastic writers, and I’m excited for the coming year to see more and more of your works!!

👻 And for good measure, another couple more creations of yours that you love:  

Hug-o-gram and body of mine were a fucking blast to write! Humor/Crack fics really are my bread and butter, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

→ And lastly, I am tagging everyone who was mentioned in this post and anyone who wants to do it! :]

#i have a tiny brain this took so long HSJADHJASH #me: trying to remember every writer i read from this year #the thing about having dumb bitch disease is that!! is that!! #[dialtone noises] #tag game