#love really is weird as fuc

[boxwinebaddie]

is there a reason as to why jers really did NOT like being called sweetheart?

okay, hmmm.

i think it's because he finds it...Condescending?

honey, sweetheart, angel, baby...

they're all terms of endearment, but jersey only does infearment, ergo: getting cutesy-woosty, fuzzy-wuzzy lil pet names from people, specifically adults, make him feel like you are likening him to a weak, helpless domesticated animal that's meant to submit to you, infantilizing/inferiorizing him the way you would petulant child or a blubbering baby, that you're praising him but secretly patronizing him...that you're basically belittling and looking down on him.

...when in reality, you're literally just trying to be Nice.

jersey played basketball all through high school, so he knows ALL about offense and defense, or rather:

being offensive and defensive.

like, at the grocery store, if the old checkout lady is like "do you want a bag for that, honey?" <3 kyle is like She Thinks I'm Not Strong Enough To Carry My Groceries ( aka apartment groceries that kyle is not even going to eat anyways, rip jersey's ed ) and will carry 7 huge bags to the car, huffing and puffing, cussing her out.

tldr: no matter how many times you fill the glass, jersey kyle's is always half full -- when it's not Empty -- which it usually is because again, jersey doesn't drink anything but water or red wine. he covets cynicism, thinks everyone is secretly out to get him/preying on his downfall and that no good deed goes unpunished.

more than that...jersey’s never had a Reason to be soft.

he's a machine. he doesn't know what to do with his fingers when they aren't curled around a pencil or fashioned into a fist. he doesn't think he was made to do soft things. sentimental things. to him, being gentle & loving were meant for kind people. the kind of people,

...who can love things.

and jersey does not think he can love things.

again, it's part of the jersey can't say i love you ask meme, that i think i'm just going to slowly distribute through these other ask meme answers, but i am of the belief that sixth grade pre!rm jersey either told stan he loved him and then stan died the next day or that jersey kyle was abt to tell stan he loved him and then he died...

either way...i think that traumatized the Fuck out of him.

so he was, one, never told i love you by his father...ever, doesn't think that he's meant to love things because he's a unfeeling cyborg whose only purpose in life is to Succeed, love makes you vulnerable which makes you weak which disgusts him. but mainly: he'd stopped believing in love full stop after he lost his stanley marsh...

...but now his stanely marsh is back.

and kyle's whole world is in color again.

once jerseykyle and ravenstan start dating, and even, i think, during the period of time when kyle thinks he has a crush on raven of c.d., finds that his heart, which was hard for so long...is softening. he had no reason to be kind or gentle, but now...wants to be soft and gentle.

for stan.

( he is very touch tank by quinnie coded )

like kyle doesn't care about other people or how they're handled or mishandled, but if stan even frowns, kyle is like cracking his knuckles and looking around before checking on him in the cute gentle ky vc.

someone asked me if kyle's ptsd goes after after he gets stan back, and yes...and no. it gets better, tbh i think taking the clozapine actually made his psychosis worse so when he got off that things were better, but getting stan back unlocked a new fear which is...

that constantly in danger of losing stan again.

so sometimes in the middle of the night if stan gets up to get a glass of water or pick up more cat food for curb, if kyle wakes up and sees stan not there, it'll trigger like a full blown panic attack where he's like "ohgodohgodohgod!! none of this was Real i just fucking hallucinated stan, this whole thing was a lie, stan is gone, stan is dead!! sTAN???"

and thinks he imagined the whole thing/stan is GONE again, start like yelling his name, freaking the fuck out, totally breaking down and stan just comes out of the kitchen w/ his glass and then immediately drops it and runs over like "ky, did you think i was gone again? :(" like putting a blanket over him and holding his face and giving him one million thousand kisses like "shhshhshh it's okay, calmate, cariño. </3 i’m here. i'm not going anywhere. you're safe. go back to sleep...

I Would Never Leave You."

wHICH! V SICK N TWISTED THAT STAN LEFT!! DURING THE RAVESEY DIVORCE!!! KYLES ONE TRUE FEAR!!!!!!

KILL ME

but we are not going to be miserable this ask meme!

we are going to be lovely and kind because that's how kyle is when him and stan start dating like...WHEN I TELL YOU NO ONE HAS LOVED ANYONE MORE THAN JERSEY LOVES RAVEN!!!!!

like nobody! No! ONE! NO!!!! ONE!!!!

like idc idc idc if he can't say i love you, he has trauma, and the literal trauma of losing stan is a large reason why he can't say it, but also the reason why kyle is so Attached to stan when they're dating is bc when kyle thought stan was dead he thought that he was gone forever...so now he's committed to spend every second with stan like it's his last and spend his life loving him.

ugh, i just...kyle would do ANYTHING for stan.

like he's so sweet and soft in a way he isn't with Anyone.

when stan was getting sober from alcohol and he was throwing up nonstop, fucking crying and dying with his matted hair sticking to his forehead from how much he was sweating/how feverish he was, literally shaking, so fucking miserable w/ his face pressed into the toilet seat like "kyle, i can't fucking do this. i'm not strong enough. i feel like i'm going to die. i can't i can't i CANT." :((( kyle was just like gently gliding his thumb over stan's cheek like "you can do this. you survived so much more than this. i know it hurts now, but i'm here. and i will be with you every step of the way." and kisses his forehead.

and when i tell you kyle's fear of contamination and his intense ocd has him washing his hands and spraying you with bear mace if you even breathe near him, it doesn't matter when it's stan. like he loves and cares about stan so much that he does not give a shit what happens to him or weird fluids or being sick and i'm...AAAAAAAA!

or like omg, speaking of stan getting sober, those first couple of concerts after stan stops drinking and has to do raven things or preform in front of thousands of people, he used to do shots and have to drink a lot to be comfortable out there, so he has huge panic attacks sober. and kyle just reassures him from off stage and squeezes his hand, blows a kiss & sticks his tongue out.

FR EVEN HANGING OUT WITH THEIR FRIENDS!!! bebe and tweek and kenny and craig and marj and jimmy are all on the couch and kyle and is like "baby, will you find the colander in the kitchen please?" and stan is like *squints in dyslexia* but is like "okay, be right back" but then kyle is like "wait you forgot something" and gives stan a little kiss AND EVERYONE IS LIKE "wAit yOu fOrgOt SoMEthiNg" and kyle is like "yEAH HAHAAHA REAL FUNNY ASSHOLES!!!! ITS GONNA BE REAL HARD TO LAUGH W/ YA TEETH ON THE FLOO--"

but stops midword bc stan makes a tiny whining sound like "kyyyy? i'm so sorry, but i can't find it." and kyle's face immediately softens and he's like "stan, what did i say about apoloizin' when you don't need to? i’ll be right there, sweetheart. <3" and everyones like i'LL bE RiGh-- and kyles like “tRY IT AGAIN, IDIOTS!!! SEE WHAT HAPPENS SEE--oh god, stan, don't cry!" :'c *races over*

girls, gays and theys!!! my sons are in LOOOVEEE!!! ;-;;;;

but yeah, no, when ravesey starts #hating, kyle calls stan sweetheart like alllll the time, all the little cutesy-wutzy, fuzzy-fuzzy nicknames that he claimed to hate because stan just makes his heart so warm. also jersey kyle saying "baby" in the jersey accent??? like saying sweetheart, baby, honey...I KNOW IT SOUNDS CUTE!!!

( ky does also call ravenstan zeeskeit and stan does call jersey mi sabelotodo like in his letter, btw xx )

okay, last thing, is that honestly learning how to love things and being vulnerable and soft is how he realized he wanted to be a guidance counsellor and provide support to kids like him who didn't have it growing up/being gentle with them and patient and nurturing.

the post!rm soft kyle psychology major/elem guidance counsellor era is my faaav like his character development is CRAZY!!

my comfort television shows are say yes to the dress and masterchef (which means that kyle's favorite comfort tv shows are them) and kyle is so gordon ramsey coded in that with all the adults he's screaming at them, calling them worthless and idiot sandwiches, but with kids he just like kneels all the way down and speaks sweetly to them and is like "i'm not leaving until you laugh" <3

like i think a little girl is in there one time ( i think it might be nova, who is the ravesey kid bc i had them adopt one of kyle's troubled guidance counsellor children...also she looks like this, yes i made her look like havana rose liu because i'm obsessed with her. she's a qt )

but yes, so a little girl starts crying in kyle's office and he's like patting her on the back like "it's okay to cry. don't be embarrassed -- look." then pulls out his phone and points to his lock screen and its stan in a black cd tee-shirt with all the tattoos and piercings and eyeliner in like a pair of ripped skinny jeans and the combat boots.

then jers is like "okay, so this is my boyfriend. and he cries alllll the time. over very silly things." and is like "like, the otha day we were goin' to the store and he saw this tiny little dog, even tinier than you, and she was wearin' this pink sweater and he started crying...bc he thought she was cute. like full waterworks, everything." and the little girl starts laughing and he's like "there we go! c': see, it's all gonna to be okay, my friend. take a piece of candy on your way out. see you later." and fist bumps her bUT SHE HUGS HIM AND HE'S LIKE AAA

anyways...actual angel jersey kyle...my beloved.

-uncle nina, who is leaking out of her eyeballs

#i am the jersey kyle being the softest person in rm secretly agenda #i will always be in the trenches for jersey i love him so bad #no one has loved anyone as fiercely or endlessly #than jersey loves raven like jersey kyle is a SIMP #its v unserious like i love when goth boot stan is like my feet hurt and kyles like stan i told u not to wear those and carries him anyways #like smh...does anyone hear a whip cracking #but no kyle jut doesnt like pet names bc he thinks ur looking down on him bc his brain is all hardwired for attack #but when him and stan start dating he just gets really soft and gentle and loving and idk hes really nice to little kids #its so nice i love u kyle hes so cute #i know that little girl hugged him and he sat in his office smiling for a long time and texted stan like AAAA STAN GUESS WHAT AWWW #anyways they are gay! move along! #sorry this is kind of written insanely i am very tired have like 145 asks and i am busy at work so if its spelled or worded weird #thats just the way its gotta be guys i'm sorry #my fav thing is ky verbally evsicerating someone like stopping to kiss stan on the cheek AND THEN GOING BACK LMAOO #“LETS GET ONE THING STRAIGHT AHOLE I AM GOING TO” “hi baby <33 i missed you” “AND ANOTHER THING BITCH!!!” #he is my hero lol #MY BABY MY BABY MY BAAAABY ;-; #stan on the kitchen counter while kyle cooks and hes like stan get off the counter get the fuc--baby will you please get off the counter? #like ur so cute ur distracting me ( but like totally lets him stay and feeds him all the little veggies n stands between his legs ) #they are so cute i am fucking sick

[ratcash-wasgud]

Desperately need more of that loser!Mizu content pookie,,,, 😔 have rebel!reader take her out to a party and Mizu being the most socially awkward dumbfuck

But watching reader get along so well with everyone else and dancing,,, need more girlfailure Mizu

・❥・Loser!Mizu Headcanons II・❥・

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part 1

Heyyyy lovelies!! I got so many positive feedback over the last one I cried a whole ass river. Which I'm really happy about since I lovelovelove this concept. This turned out to be less than a headcanons post, and leans more towards a fanfic territory, but whatervs.

Nsfw, minors dni plspls.

Okay, enjoy ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

Mizu was never really a party-animal, which was weird to everyone since most people in basketball team were.

She listened to Taigen's stories about the ones he's been though, but it never really got her interested.

The music is always shit at parties too. She'd rather listen to her own playlists at home...or the playlists she made you and stare at the ceiling. Such fun.

She names them corny stuff like Sighs and Whispers.

Currently though, she is listening with wide eyes and lips pushed together as Taigen tells him about this new party he's planning on going. Why is it different than the other parties he brags about? This time, he heard you'll be there too.

She freaks out.

Still, Akemi encourages her to go, and when she says "Maybe you'll be lucky and get to dance with her" is when Mizu's head explodes.

Yeah, she's going to that party.

She need something to wear though. Something cool, something that screams "I can lift 165 pounds, I'd pay on all the dates and your mom would love me".

In the end though she settles on a graphic shirt, cargo shorts and her big ass shoes. Plus her usual shades as the finishing touch. It screams "I'm afraid to touch tits and I play minecraft unironically" instead of her goal, but whatever.

She needs to threathen herself in the mirror, have about three and a half breakdowns, throw her bag against the wall and scream into a pillow before she finally gets going with Taigen and Akemi, plus Ringo as the driver.

The party is loud, the air smells like sweat, smoke and alcohol and the people here are annoying. Mizu has lost her friends like fifty minutes ago since she came back from the bathroom, and since then she has been lingering in a corner, sipping her beer awkwardly.

Why is it so damn hard to enjoy a party anyways? Better question, what is there to enjoy? The lights make her head ache, the alcohol is shitty, people keep throwing joint and cigarette buds on the floor and it's the third time the DJ's playing-

"Glow!!" She hears a familiar voice scream as the song by Snow Wife starts playing, and she finally notices you.

Her breathing stops alltogether, as she almost crushes the beer in her hand. There you are. The first thing she sees are heart shaped sunglasses covering your pretty, pretty eyes. You have a black cropped tube top on with a leather jacket covering your shoulders.

"Fuck me..." Mizu breathes out, and feels her insides tingle. She means it too. She can't tear her eyes away from you, and the way you chug your drink while dancing. There are people around you, mostly other women in revealing outfits, and one or two guys in slutty tanktops. She wants to sooo badly go over there, but her legs won't move. So instead she does the next best thing. She just watches you dance around, and move yourself to the beat. Your body bounces. Jesus, it fucking bounces. Mizu almost throws up. She agressivley chugs down the rest of her drink and heads to the bathroom.

She stands before the mirror for a couple minutes after washing her face with ice cold tap water. "Fucking pussy." She murmurs as she looks at herself in the reflecting surface. "Why can't I just talk to her?" She says, putting her palms on her face, pulling the skin down. "Why was it so fucking easy to talk to her when we first met? 'Bout fucking bugs and shit... And why is to so damn scary now? It's just her! Her and her...fuckin' tits bouncing, and her collarbones, and she's probably sweaty and..." She starts murmuring to herself, feeling the familiar feeling of arousal hit her system. She splashes her face with water again, and marches out of the bathroom.

When she returns to the main area, she doesn't see you anywhere. Fuck! Is it over? Just like that? Did you leave with someone? Ugh.

Suddenly, Akemi appears next to Mizu, and starts dragging her to somehwere. "Mizu! Come, come! I was like, literally looking around for you for the last likkke...two songs. Totally! I was like "woah, she must've gotten lost" or like something." She says, clearly under the infulence of something plus alcohol. Mizu just groans in an annoyed way as she gets dragged into a room that definetly smells like weed.

Great.

Mizu starts grumbling until she spots you. You're sitting there, on the couch, laughing with Taigen and one of his asshole friends. "Mizu!" Taigen grins when she spots her. It's his usual shiteating, smug grin. "I though you went home or something." Akemi sits down on the couch too, dragging her along.

"Shut up." Mizu rolls her eyes as she flops down, being the most grateful woman ever, since her shades hide that she is literally staring at your lips as you put a blunt between them. She then makes eyecontact with you (or she assumes, since you're both wearing sunglasses), and you offer her the blunt with a small, rapsy chuckle.

She never tried weed before...but the aftertaste of you lips are on that thing, so she takes it withouth hesitation. It burns her throat as she inhales, but she keeps a straight face in order to stay nonchalant. But it's so, so hard. She almost squirms around on the couch when your fingers brush against hers as she passes you back the blunt.

"Soooo Mizu," You send a grin her way as you sit down on the armrest, right next to her. You ass is almost touching her arm. "I've never seen you at a party before. I'm glad you're here now though." You giggle.

She desperately wants to say "I only came now because of you!" but she restrains herself. "Uhhh, by the waaay, Mizu!" Akemi starts again, excitedly bouncing next to her. "D'ya know who I saw? Mikio! He's here too." She says with a tone that is supposed to be teasing, but to Mizu it's fucking annoying.

Mikio?! Mikio. Is she fucking serious? The one ex Mizu has, and never wants to fucking see again, is here?

"Whaaa? You guys know Mikio?" You join in, leaning over the back of the couch, arching on the arm rest. "Yah." Akemi responds casually. Don't say it. Don't you fucking say it. "He's Mizu's ex." Fuck.

Mizu sees you process the information, then you let out a deep, throathy laugh. "Are you fucking serious? Haa!" Akemi joins in the giggling too. "Yep. Mizu dated him when she was like...a senior in highschool I think. They were kinda cute though~"

Mizu wants the ground to swallow her whole. Here she is, with the woman she loves and her annyoing ass high friend, talking about her ex, who basically ruined her when they dated. She didn't even like him, it was all comphet, but when he broke up with her, she turned into a beast for weeks, snapping at anyone who she saw.

"Damn. I didn't know Mizu was into guys." You say, and it makes Mizu's blood stop flowing in her veins. Shit shit shit! Do you think she's straight now? Is she losing her already non existent chance?

"Uh, no, I-" Mizu starts but Akemi cuts her off. "Oh, she was very different back then! She was all girly, look, I think I have a picture." Akemi says and digs out her phone. "Wait, n-no-" Mizu beginst to protest but gets cut off by Akemi again. "Here, look! This was at one of their cute lil' picnics under some apple tree or some shit." Akemi shoves her phone in your face, and you lift your heart shaped sunglasses to see it better.

"Holy shit..." You say, as if in shock. "Mizu, is that really you?" You say, eyes wide in surprise and your eyebrows lifted as high as they can go.

"I uh..." Mizu's cheeks burn in shame. She knows that picture. It was taken a couple days before the brutal breakup. She really was different back then. She wore her hair in a high pony, and loved off the shoulder shirts. She hated herself so much back then. She teared up a little, but she was, again, the world's most grateful woman that she decied to wear her shades.

But you weren't stupid. "Akemi, here." You tossed her your phone as you stood up, knowing the girl's first insticnt will be to start taking goofy pictures at a 90 degree angle. She loves leaving those around in other people's phones. You then look at her, and quickly slide down her shades, discovering her tears. "H-hey, give that-" Mizu starts protesting, but it was too late. You were looking into her teary eyes. Before she could react, you place your own heart shaped ones on her face, and put hers on yours. Then with that, you lift the now barely lit blunt and start walking out. "Mizu's coming with me to check on the other's." You say casually, as if to Akemi and the other's who aren't paying attention, but really, it's to her. Mizu follows you outside, and you lead her to a small balcony. The cold air hits her, making her nose turn red right away. You chuckle and inhale a hit from the blunt.

"Needed some fresh air." You murmur and hold the blunt out for her. Mizu feels her heart throb. Did you really just notice her discomfort and pull her out of there? Oh God. It's just like back then...you're acting like you guys known eachother since forever, and she loves it. She slowly takes the blunt, but just looks at it first.

You chuckle. "You don't have to." You say with a grin but Mizu just shrugs and takes a hit. "Thanks." She whispers and you shoot her a smile. Not a grin, or a smirk. A smile.

"If you don't like places like this, why are you here?" You ask. "Because it's obvious you don't. Did Akemi drag you along?" Is Mizu that transparent? Or can you just read people? Well, whatever it is, Mizu feels oddly vulnerable.

A long silence.

"I wanted to see you." She murmurs, letting the ash fall from the blunt. Your eyebrows lift up, and you cock your head to the side.

"Yeah?"

...

"Yeah." Mizu takes another hit, feeling her insides getting slowly relaxed and passes you back the blunt.

"Hm." You hum. "Why me?" You ask, your tone calm. It still has that usual raspy edge to it, but it's so...soothing. Mizu can't help but wish you'd wisper in her ear.

"I..." Mizu needs to take a deep breath. Fhuuuck it's hard to talk about feelings. "Re...remember when we met at the aquarium?"

"Yep...it was cool. Nobody listens to me ramble about bugs that much." You chuckle, trying to ease the vibes.

"I fell in love with you that day. I..I think, at least." Mizu blurts out, imidiately feeling her whole face burn up. "B-Before you say anything though, I don't expect you to like me back. I don't expect anything. I-I just wanted you to know, beca-" She starts rambling, her voice all shaky, but she suddenly gets caught off by you laughing out loud.

"Jesus, that's such a fucking cute thing to say." You say, slowly pushing her shades up your head, into your hair. "Color me wooed." You say, putting on an amused grin.

Mizu just blinks rapidly, her cheeks turning all the shades of red and crimson. Did...did that really work? How? "I...really?" She manages to croak out.

"Yup." You say, slowly stepping closer. "So what's next, hm? Now that you can expect stuff?"

Mizu can feel her insides shaking. Oh my God. You...you are flirting with her. You. The one who had her in a chokehold for months, the one who was the only one who Mizu could think about while touching herself, the one, single coolest woman ever...

"C-Can I...uh...kiss you?" Mizu asks carefully, and you, instead of an answer, slowly wrap her arms around her slender neck, pulling her down to your level, making her bend over.

"Guess." Fuck. You're so goddamn hot. Mizu decides to don't give a shit about her nerves, and just kisses you. It's an urgent, sloppy and akward kiss, with your teeth clanking sometimes, and she feeling out of rhythm. But it's okay. You still enjoy it. Why? Because she's so cute. Endearing even. The way her lips cling to you, as if you're her salvation, the way her hands depserately grasp at your hips...you feel like getting lost in it. Slowly, she pushed you down, hiding the both of you behind the railing.

"L-Let me...please let me..." Mizu muttered in a breahty, depserate whisper, her long fingers slowly curling around your right breast. Oh, it was so soft, You put a hand on her cheek, caressing it with a smile, and her eyes shined with the now given green light. She yanked down your tupe top, revealing your strapless bra which she got rid of too.

She got mesmerized by the sight of your bare boobs, perky nipples staning proud, as she ran her finger's along it's curve. She imagined them so many times, but they're somehow so much better in reality. Her lips latched around one of the nipples, almost moaning at the feeling of the hard bud agaist her tongue. She started swirling her tongue around it like her life depended on it. Her head was reeling, taking a pause to take your sunglasses off her face, and putting it on the gorund, then getting right back to work. Your soft little sighs, the way your fingers toyed with the loose strands of hair falling out from her bun...it made her soaked already.

"Hah...that's a good girl." You murmur and Mizu can physically feel her slick drip out of her. She can't take it anymore. She let's her hands grip your belt, and they start to unbuckle it.

When she finally manages to slide down your pants, she's met with...cute little panties. Such a contrast to your outfit, but she loves it. She's the only one who knows what kind of panties you're wearing tonight. She starts sliding her fingers up and down your folds through the clotch, as if teasing you, but in reality, Mizu's teasing herself. She can feel the material get more and more wet the more she rubs it. You're body is responding to her...it's aware she's there, and it's aware that she's trying to turn you on.

She lifts her head, fingers hooking the band of your panties. "Please...c-can I just...you know..." Mizu murmurs, but you stop her, putting a hand on her wrist.

"Say it clearly, and I'll let you." You say, her voice low and raspy. It makes Mizu's clit throb. "Otherwise no."

She gulps and licks drool from her lips. "Can I...please, just...taste you? To...eat you out." She croacks out, not even believeing she said that to you, but you just give her a smile in return. You slowly push her down, so that she's laying on the floor, her back hitting the tiles of the balcony. You straddle her chest, and Mizu watches with wide eyes and a baited breath as you slide your panties to the side, revealing your folds and their...their beautiful color, scent and let your slick drip down to her neck.

"Here you go...all for you." You whisper as you lower yourself onto her lips. Her lips lock on your flesh, her hands wrapping around thighs depserately. She quietly moans into your heat, having the time of her life. Oh, you taste so good...and she can feel your juices drip down her throat. The way you keep slowly grinding into her makes her hips buck againts nothing. You notice that though, and lean back onto your hands, and put one of them on her crotch.

You're touching her. You're actually touching her. Mizu feels like she could cum just from this. She keeps lapping at you like a starved woman, legs spreading as if on command as you hand snakes inside her pants. She starts whimpering into your entrance, her tongue pushing inside as you play directly with her clit. It throbs for you, and only for you as your soft fingers circle around, and on it.

"tastes 'sgoood...please fuck me...fuck 'm, please." Mizu keeps mumbling and whimpering against your pussy, pushing her whole face into it, as she pulls you lower, as if she wants to burry and hide in it. You grin, as you slip one gentle finger inside her. You're actually inside her. Fuck, the love of her life is inside her, as her juices drip down her throat, deep into her system.

"Yeah, mhm...good girl." You say breathlessly, slowly pumping two fingers inside her, as you approach her climax. Even if she never done this before, she's very good at eating pussy it seems. You move your fingers faster, curling your fingers, and as Mizu's moans get louder, you push harder against her, muffling her, since there are people on the other side of the door. "Sh...ssh, come on...cum for me." You say, as you feel yourself tipping over the edge.

You don't have to ask twice though, because just from the way you whisper to her, orgasm crashes over Mizu's whole nervous system. She squirms under you, until you slowly pull your finegr out of her.

After going back to the rest of the group, Mizu needs to pretend like she didn't just fuck the girl of her dreams, since that would've made it akward. So she sits down on the couch once again, and keeps quiet, watching you interact with the people around, like you're some magical creature, mesmerizing her.

After Ringo calls her up, tellig her that he's there to pick them up, Mizu collects Akemi and Taigen, and stuffs them inside Ringo's car. You walk her out though, and cheekily press a kiss on her neck before you wave goodbye.

Moments after Mizu gets home, she locks the door behind herself, and lets out the loudest scream ever. A victory scream, if you will.

Right before she gets into the shower, her phone buzzes with a notification. It's from you.

"hey. i had a good time."

"i'm gonna be at the aquarium tomorrow btw."

Mizu blinks at the texts. Did she just get invited to a date? Uh, fuck yeah!

"can't wait."

She texts back, and later that night, she can't help but play the image of what you did with her on that balcony. Her heat aches again, and she can't help but touch herself. But something changed.

It doesn't feel as good anymore...she wants your touch again. She got a small taste of Heaven, and she needs more. She can't wait until the date.

#bes mizu #blue eye samurai #blue eye samurai mizu #bes x reader #blue eye samurai x reader #mizu x reader #fanfiction #mizu fanfic #bes smut #smut

[riverbutghost]

Can I get who did this to you + you could’ve died with ghost ? With injured reader ? I love ur writing !

Omg stopp I love you <3 I love angst so I hope I’ll deliver the bestttt. Please keep up with prompts like this guyss I love it.

Here are some angst prompts !!

Pairing: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x GN!Reader

Summary: You accidentally came face to face with Graves after his betrayal, and he attacked you. Ghost wasn’t happy that you kept this a secret.

Warnings: military stuff, wounds, Graves stabs your hand, slight torture, we hate Graves in this one lol…

You were tired, exhausted. You could barely walk. The mission was almost done.

You gripped your gun tighter, hardened your gaze and pushed through the fire. It was hard for your to walk with an injured leg, but that wasn’t important. You were going to get checked out anyway.

There was a noise coming from behind. You turned around, fingers dancing around the trigger.

“Well, well, well… Look who’s here.”

You turned around again, the voice was familiar.

“Graves…”

You clenched your jaw after remembering his betrayal. He had betrayed you, your team. Your anger was getting worse.

Your hand automatically moved to your comm, but Graves pushed you to the ground. You gasped and looked up to him. He crouched down.

“Yeah, no need to inform anyone here. We will just have a talk.”

You grimaced as he kicked your gun harshly.

“Fuck you, Philip. I thought we were friends-“

“Oh, really?”

He laughed and smirked sinisterly. You furrowed your eyebrows. It was like he was someone else.

A sudden pain jolted through your hand as you screamed. You looked down, and saw that Graves had a knife in your hand. A fucking knife was deep down inside your hand.

“Stop it fucker!”

You yelled at him, trashed and turned but he didn’t pull it out.

“You’re naive, to think that we were friends. I always hated you to be honest.”

You gritted your teeth in pain. You couldn’t concentrate on his words as your hand throbbed. It was worse than your leg obviously, and it made you forget about your leg.

“Oh for fuc-“

You gripped your side and screamed as he kicked your ribcage quite forcefully. You curled up in a ball, and whimpered.

“Shut it. You stole something from me. Give it back.”

He wasn’t playing around anymore, he was serious as fuck. And you didn’t know what he was talking about.

“I don’t know-“

He stepped on your injured leg, making a noise coming from it. You yelled and trashed. You started hitting his leg, but he wasn’t budging.

“Please- Please!”

He eventually let go, but your leg was still throbbing. You whimpered again as you looked down on the ground. There was blood everywhere.

“Give. It. Back. Or else, I swear-“

His attention immediately went to the noise that came from his comm. Your breathing was getting better and you prayed for him to leave.

“You’re lucky, next time I won’t play games. I will kill you immediately.”

He kicked you one last time before leaving. You laid down for a moment, with closed eyes. What did he want? You absolutely had no clue.

You tried standing up, but whimpered at the way your hand and your leg throbbed. Still tensed up, you held your breath and got up in a swift motion.

“Aghh, fuck!”

Your face scrunched up and you cursed yourself, Graves, war and everything.

“We found Graves, meet us in front of the heli.”

You sighed.

-

“Hey, you okay?”

You turned towards your Captain and smiled.

“Yeah, all good. Need a few stitches, though.”

You chuckled with him. You swiftly looked at Ghost to see how he was when the helicopter touched the ground. His eyes met yours instantly, but he averted them again and gritted his chin.

You found this pretty weird, but shrugged it off.

You got up, body focusing on your injuries as you walked out of the heli. You waited for one of them to turn around. Why would they though?

“Give your old pal a hand !”

You jokingly said as Simon turned around and lifted you in his arms. He put you on your feet and continued his walk.

“Uhm- thank you..?”

You mumbled and tagged along. What was his problem now?

-

“Come with me,”

You held your breath and cursed. You had to get checked out but Simon was asking you to come with him.

“I’m gonna take a sho-“

“Come.”

He left no room for a reply and you followed him, a little annoyed. When you realized that he was actually taking you to get checked out, you furrowed your eyebrows.

He opened the door an closed it back after you two got in.

“Did something happen..?” You asked him with a shaky voice.

“You tell me.” He grumbled, eyes never leaving yours.

“I-“

You stopped mid sentence, sucked your bottom lip up and looked up at him. His gaze softened a little and he took a step closer. His hand came towards your waist, but you whimpered in pain. His hand was pulled back immediately.

“What-“

He mumbled and took a deep breath. His hand made contact with your vest, and he pulled it off. You didn’t say anything.

He looked at your bruised ribcage, and opened his mouth to speak again.

“Where else?”

You pointed down to your leg, dried blood was still there. He ripped your pants of within a second, and you gasped lightly as the sudden contact with air.

Simon looked up at you with…disappointment… which then turned into anger. He took your arm and inspected it as well. After a few calming breaths, he opened his mouth. He took a few steps back.

“Who did this to you?”

You took a deep breath. There was no denying now.

“Graves… He attacked me.”

Simon furrowed his eyebrows and took a step towards you.

“What..?” He asked in confusion.

You just swallowed and pursed your lips. Simon’s confused face suddenly turned into an angered one, and he took a step back.

“Why didn’t yo- Why the fuck didn’t you tell us-me?!” You looked down in shame and held your tears in.

“I can’t believe you! You could’ve fuckin’ died!”

He slammed his fist into the medical cabinet, and the glass shattered into pieces. You flinched.

There was a loud silence for a few minutes. Only the breathing of Simon was heard. You opened your mouth to speak.

“I didn’t want you to think..low of me.”

Simon averted his eyes away from you and shook his head slightly.

“You could’ve died. That’s what matters. You matter.”

A choked sob left your throat as you buried your face to your hands. Your arm was throbbing, but you didn’t care.

“Hey, hey- It’s okay. Don’t pull that shit again, yeah?”

Simon rushed towards you and lifted your chin with his thumb.

“We can’t lose you. I can’t, lose you. Not you, okay? just want you to be more careful with your life.”

You looked up to him with big broken eyes and his gaze softened even more if that was possible.

He sighed after a minute of you staring at him with pleading eyes.

“C’mere, pretty..”

You pulled him closer to you and threw your arms around him.

“Gotta check on your wounds too, love.”

Simon mumbled against your head, breathing deeply into your hair while thinking of ways to make Graves suffer for almost killing you.

You just sniffled and held him tighter. Simon didn’t know how to approach you, but one thing he knew was, Graves was about to get fucked, that was sure.

#call of duty #call of dooty #cod mwf2 #simon riley #simon riley angst #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #ghost x you #simon ghost riley #simon riley fluff #call of duty modern warfare #cod mobile #cod men #request for riverbutghost

[tang3r1n]

here’s my list of anime dudes and chicks who’d fuck with eating ass and why;

(tw, i allude to dark subjects at some points, please be cautious and keep yourself and your mind safe <3)

animes; one piece, jjk, mha, aot

sanji— he’d be weird abt it, too loud, too wet, too gross abt it, idk man he’d be NEEEAAASSSTY.

zoro— not weird but he’d be like…so in love with your ass. like you gotta beg him to touch your clit cause he’s so focused on ur booty

law— hrrngh. hnnngfh- mmmmph.. love him. anyways, another one obsessed with ass but he’d be that sleaze who licks from your clit to asshole. like he edges you by just licking long stripes from one hole to the other reeeaalll slow. fingerbangs you like a MOTHER FUCKER while eating ur ass tho, like the kinda fast that looks like it hurts but feels fucking fantastic

luffy— obviously. no duh. no shit. he’s feral with it, but like law he switches between pussy and ass.. okay wait nvm he leans towards ur ass more imo, more stuff to actually ingest ig

doffy— he doesn’t wanna admit that he’s so fucking into ass, like the sight of a lil booty hole and he’s rock fucking hard, so he makes it a humiliation thing. like he’s making you feel pathetic and horrible for cumming from your ass like his dick isn’t sore as fuck and he’s cumming dry.

i really wanna say shanks. i really wanna fucking say shanks…. i’m saying shanks. he’d be lazy abt it tho, mainly eats you out to get your ready for his dick ngl, more of an ass fucker than an ass eater.

KIDD. KIDD. ON GOD. he’d be like doffy except he’s open abt LOVING ass AND humiliating you. he’s so fucking mean and on his knees slurping and sucking and fucking. deco loves biting your ass so hard you bleed. he’d fuck dry. yes he would.

hrrngk- nami<3– yall i have a PHAT crush on nami.. obsessed with her being obsessed over her bestie. anyways. FUCK. GOD. she’ll never fucking tell you abt it, never ever, but you can always feel her thumbs twitching near your lil pucker when she goes down on you, BIIIGGG into spanking tho. bitch leaves marks through jeans.

gojo— it’s gojo satoru, of course he’s into ass. he is THE man. THE MAN. he’s gonna eat ass, he’s gonna eat pussy, he’s gonna cum in ur mouth and make out, he’s gonna cum in your holes and eat it out. nasty mf with nasty desires.

g-..hm..yeah geto— he’d also be a humiliator. he doesn’t REALLY like ass all that much, doesn’t mind it, BUT.. it upsets you, makes you all teary and squirmy and he DOES like that. spanks so hard you welt <3

sukuna— fuck off you know why. i-i don’t have to say anything, ITS SUKUNA

mommy— I MEAN SHOKO— big bad mommy dom who makes you eat her ass then shoved all kinds of shit in your holes <3 loves doctor play and ‘taking your temp’ the old fashioned way <3 (god spit on me…)

aizawa— UUUUGGGHHHH :( i feel like he’s one of those men who loves fucking ass more than pussy, yknow? he’ll shove a vibe up there, turn it on full blast, and make you sit on his face while he eats you out and fingers ur pussy <3 a true gentleman who cums hands free when you squirt on his face and squeal then draws you a bath <33

fat gum— too easy. too fucking easy, gang he’s another everything man, loves it all.

ende-hm. en. hm. lemme sit on it for a second.

HOLY SHIT DABI— oh such an ass fucker, such an ass eater. he likes it for the taboo, naughty, gross aspect of it. the more you hate it the more he adores it. OH LORD he’d burn lil hearts on your ass so you couldn’t sit, make you lay face down and naked so he can eat your ass out while you’re ‘healing’ (he’s gonna do it again when they’ve scarred over.)

MIDNIGHT.— shes an either-or. she’ll let you choose which she eats out but both holes WILL be stuffed.

miruko— ofc dude. like. ofc. she’s got this carrot dildo you see, BABE JUST HEAR HER OUT PLEASE JUST LISTE—

eren mf yeager, BOTH yeager brothers— zeke is just an ass man, nothing really weird, just loves bootyhole. EREN NOW. eren’s like sanji. like literally so fucking loud and so fucking annoying and so fucking GROSS. there spit and lube everywhere, he’s drenched, whined and cries when you don’t let him fuck ur ass

jean(?)— also cried when you don’t let him go through the backdoor:( he’s such a crybaby, fucking your pussy so hard you can’t breathe while his thumbs are both hooked in your ass, i bet that’d feel weird as fuck cause he uses them to pull you back in.

hange— another obvious gross one. they’d be..so hot with it. god. i love team ‘girlcock hange’ btdubs. they’re the kind to finger you while DEMOLISHING your ass, spitting on ur pussy and rubbing your clit to tight and fast you’re dizzy all while they try and dig their dick deep enough to punch your gut.

GOD I WANNA SAY FUCKING REINER BUT I DONT THINK HES REALLY INTO IT :(

yknow who is??

endeavor, i decided he’d be an ass fucker. ooohh yeeeaaahhh… he’s not weird abt it, but the SSSSECOND you say you wanna get your ass ate he’s tossing you on the bed and ripping off your pants. a snogger, shoves his face ALL up in there <3 another one who SPANKS AND SLAPS AND SPITS AND BITES. he’d be like hange, fucking the shit out of your ass with his.. yknow those like, big logs of ground beef you can buy at stores? enji, anyways, and he’s finger blasting ur cunt with two fingers cause they’re big enough that if he fisted you he’d prolly fucking kill you.

k done. can you tell i’ve discovered a new kink guys?????

I HIT THE TAG LIMIT LMFAO

#.v speaks #.venus updated! #GOD here we go. #tag dump. #..mha #..jjk #..one piece #..aot #..croc #..nami #..sanji #..law #..zoro #..doffy #..shanks #..gojo #..geto #..sukuna #..shoko #okay fuck that nvm #jjk smut #mha smut #aot smut #one piece smut #op smut #tw dark content #hahaha #bootyhole #count how many different ways i said ass #tw dark themes

[rainylana]

“Bad day.”

Eddie Munson x female reader

summary: another bully fic because i’m lowkey obsessed.

warnings: bully eddie, crying, language, requested by @somethingvicked

He pulled her hair, pinched her arm and kicked at her feet, threw her papers in the air and put super glue on her locker combination. He did everything to get her to play back. They played a game, a mean one, one that he looked forward to everyday. It was his only motivation to get up and go to school, really, all because he could pick on you.

He was in denial with his feelings for you. Everyone but him knew that he was smitten with you, but he was simply too cruel with you for you to realize his intentions.

It must had been a bad day, he realized, because you just weren’t playing back and it was pissing him off.

“Yo, Gar’,” Eddie snapped his fingers in his friends face, getting his attention. “You notice anything with L/n? She’s been acting weird today.”

Gareth chuckled, giving dustin a look before he tried to be serious with Eddie. “Who? Your girlfriend? I don’t know, Ed, you tell me.”

He rolled his eyes and payed no mind to him, used to him and everyone else’s jokes they made about the two of you.

“She’s actin’ weird.” He munched on a pretzel, shaking his head.

Eddie had been picking on you since the eighth grade when you’d moved there from California. His friends had asked many times if he’d simply developed a crush on you, to which he always gagged and said you were the ugly duckling of hawkins high.

He saw you across the cafeteria in your own world, sitting amongst your friends and picking at your food.

“Look at her!” He snapped, making everyone jump. “Look at the pathetic way she’s picking at her food! It’s disgusting!”

“Oh, my god,” Mike groaned. “Eddie, maybe she doesn’t want to mess around with you today, ever think about that?”

“Oh come on, don’t be ridiculous,” He scoffed. “She loves the attention. That’s the type of girl she is.”

He shook his head in disbelief and stared at you, crossing his arms in anger. Truth was, deep deep down, he was worried about you. Worried that something had happened. He knew Jason Carver was hitting on you, maybe he’d bothered you today? The idea made his blood boil. You’d had the nerve to ask him why he hated Jason so much, just because he liked to flirt with you. He’d pulled your pigtail so hard you nearly cried.

He decided to take matters into his own hands.

“Oh, boy, there he goes.” Dustin widened his eyes as Eddie stood up and marched over to the your side of the cafeteria,

He plopped down beside you, gaining weird looks from your friends. “Afternoon, ladies,” He winked at them.

You looked up in surprise. “Eddie?” You said in confusion. “What do you want?”

He smirked, lifting his leg to place in your lap. “What did you bring me today? Anything good?” He gestured to your lunchbox.

Your lips twitched down. “Eddie, not today, please.”

He yanked your lunchbox over to him, rivaling through it as he picked out a bag of chips. “I don’t like these kind, but it’ll do, I guess.”

“Good.” You huffed, shoving his leg off you. “Now, please, leave me alone.”

He couldn’t stand you. He thought you were annoying and agitating. Everytime you talked his skin crawled and his ears rang. He thought you were beautiful.

“Hey,” He pulled your ear, making you whine. “What’s up with the fuckin’ attitude today, huh?” He snapped, not caring that he was giving a show to your friends. “You’re acting like a real brat, you know?”

“Eddie, just leave me alone!” You pleaded, finally looking over to him with big eyes, watering eyes.

“No,” He banged his fist. “Tell me why-”

“Fuck you!” You snapped, slamming your lunchbox into his chest as you got up from your seat, the cafeteria dead as everyone watched you leave the room, slamming the door on the way out, leaving a loud echo in your trail.

Eddie groaned loudly in frustration, following you out the door.

“Hey!” He called after you down the hall. “Don’t walk away from me!”

“Fuck you, Eddie!” You turned, eyes bright with tears that made him stop in his tracks. “Stop fucking following me!”

“Don’t talk to me like that.” He said sternly, heavy boots taking long strides to you. “You watch your damn tone, you hear?”

“Why are you so obsessed with me?” You said incredulously.

“I’m not.” He denied in disgust, squinting his eyes. “I think you’re disgusting. I don’t know why I even give you the time of day.”

“Then why do you!” You nearly screamed, tears spilling down your face now. “Why do you torment me every day! I’m sick of it!”

No, you weren’t. You were obsessed with Eddie just as much as he was with you, but you were at your wits end with school and your home life, it all came crashing down. Eddie was just at the receiving end.

“Because you’re a spoiled little brat that needs put in her place.” He spat.

You both panted and huffed, tears falling down your face as you sniffled. Eddie watched you for almost two minutes until he finally sighed.

“Why are you so upset?” He gave in.

You hiccuped, looking up into his eyes. “Bad day.”

He nodded, licking his lips. “Well, don’t take it out on me. I’ll give you your space.”

With that, he turned on his heal and left, leaving you a crying mess.

#lana’s shit post #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #stranger things #stranger things season four #joseph quinn #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson drabbles

[happypotato48]

List of Thai BL dramas i've watched with short opinions about them i guess :P

Thai BLs that i finished:

A Boss and a Babe. It's cute for what it is, i loved the gaming friendships and i'm a sucker for forcebook. 7/10 need more unhinged energy from book.

A Tale of Thousand Stars/Our Skyy 2 : Bad Buddy x A Tale Of Thousand stars. this show reminds me a lot of early to mid 2000s lakorns. it's a beautiful by the book love story, i appreciated that a bl got to take a spin on this kind of quiet thai story. 8/10 loved it but still too vanilla for my taste.

Bake Me Please. Guide Kantapon is the cutest man alive and CAKES! that it, that all i have for this show. 6/10 it's a show that exist.

Be My Favorite. damn fluke gawin is so pretty what was this show about again? :P i'm kidding, i actually really liked this show. i watched it when i had zero knowledge about bl industry, i was oblivious about krist's controversy and i find krist acting to be charming and think kawee is very relatable as a cringe fail human myself. 8.5/10 this show made me want to collected weird thingies.

Cherry Magic (Thailand). oh boy this show. it's was everything to me also the only show so far that i've written extensively on this site. here is my personal feeling about this show. 9.5/10 would kill for taynew.

Cooking Crush. what! the fuc$! look look, i just learned that both offgun are older than me. when i first saw the show i thought they were some rookie actors with how young they looks. watching cute bl is gonna be the death of me. anywho this show is supercute don't have a lot of thought about it though. 7.5/10 cutting half a point cause of no samsee x metha.

Cutie Pie/Naughty Babe. what a fuckin legend of a series. all the characters have zero braincells and somehow all the rich pretty boys are engaged to each other and by arranged marriages nonetheless. wtf is this fanfic version of thailand and where can i get hit by a truck and get isekai to it. 7.5/10 still haven't watch Cutie Pie 2 U, i hope it get dumber.

Enchanté. this show is so dummmb it should've go full camp reverse harem yaoi nonsense but it didn't and ended up being kinda boring. 6.5/10. meh, i'm still a sucker for forcebook.

Last Twilight. UGHHH!! i'm still so mad. this show was going to be THE SHOW for me then ep 11-12 happened i legit mentally check out halfway through ep 12 and i basically blocked the ending from my mind. this show came out at the right place and the right time for me, the first 9 episodes helped me through a very tough time in my life. the story of two people helping each other finding their way out of the dark was very compelling to me. ughh. 5.5/10 (9/10 for ep 1-9) P'Aof why are you like this!!

Laws Of Attraction. yassssssss this show slay(literally :P) the show is a breath of fresh air for me despite how very lakorn of it is. i'm glad that there is a bl that feel this soapy and campy cause like i do love my angsty and innocent school bls but the industry really need show like laws of attraction. jamfilm also were very great in their roles espically film, charn is the most babygirl corrupted cute evil lawyer of all time. 9/10 no note headempty only charn's evil smirks in my mind

La Pluie. now, this is a romance. this show is one of the most romanctic media that i personally have experience. i loved that the show took the cheesy premise of soulmates and work it so well to do both deconstruction and exploration of the trope. i think using rain, thing that isolated people as a narrative tool for love connection is absolutely brilliant. last but not least pat is just the perfect bl love interest, he's an very idealized character but he do feels like an actual person. i want to give a shout out to Pee Peerawich the way he said "มันหนาวอ่ะ" in ep 8 sent me, the raspy voice, the eye twich and combo those with a back cuddle, sir! you just commited a mass murders with that move. 9/10 plz i need season two with my baby boy tien.

Love in Translation. the unhingendness of that first meeting is probably my favorite bl meet cute. look if you don't get into a fistfight with the guy you destined to be with then what is the point of life. this show fake date is very well done it's doesn't feel forced like in a lot of other bls and it make the growing attraction feels very genuine and it pay off in one of the best sex scenes in all of bl, yang is such a freak and i loved him for it. 8/10 the last two episodes did got slightly off the rail for me but i still enjoyed the show.

Moonlight Chicken. one of the most beautiful shows i ever watched. when watching this show i can feels, smells and tastes everything it depicted. from the comfort khao man gai to jim's loneliness, from alan's heartbreak to liming and heart's midnight motorcycle ride. this show gave me all the feels and i still can't completely shake it off. 9.9/10 this show is a healing.

My School President. These boys!!!! i can't, i loved these boys so much, all the boys, YES ALL OF THEM! this show is on the opposite spectrum of Moonlight Chicken for me. while MC give me the good heartaches this show give me unbridled joy it's like heartstopper on cracks. i absolutely adored tinn and gun and the show relentless optimism about thier first love. love is awesome no matter the romantic, familial or platonic kind and i think this show hit the marks with all three. 10/10(i'm super bias but fuck it idc i even liked the singing) this show made me started watching thai bl and it always will have a place in my heart.

My Ride. this show is lacking in intimacy but making up by being all heart. could this show be better if they fleshed out and explore more of tawan and his cheating bf's relationship, maybe but i'm happy for what we got. 8/10 mork and tawan were very cutie patootie, i don't remember much about the het and the side couple were just st ok.

Step by Step. man trisanu is exactly the same height at me and i want everyone to know that is the only reason i started this show🤣 . i feels like this show have a lot to say about stuff but i kinda got lost staring at man trisanu while watching. one thing i really loved is the very fem *ตุ๊ด coworker who got to be a real character not just a jokey sidekick and having a loving relationship with a hottie. 7.5/10 can i get more man trisanu in bl plz.

Triage. asshole doctor stuck in a timeloop for him to find the meaning of life, yes plz give it to me. i loved stories about assholes who need to better themself for love and other junk. tinn and tol are both grumpy bitches and i just loved that the show use the timeloop to soften these nerds. at the end i just want to wrap them in blanket and let's them cuddle each other forever. 8.5/10 the last ep is bit convoluted but i forgave the show for that cute clocktower kiss.

You're My Sky. i started this show for my boy suar and he did not disappointed. the pining and the longing for an older boy who been there for you most you life, chef kiss. this show also very beautiful to look at. 8/10 i'm kinda meh about the side couples, i do think they all got the "good ending" for their stories.

Thai BLs that i didn't finish or gave up and skipped to the ending:

Bad Buddy. Oh boy, am i gonna get murder for this??? sorry but idk why i didn't wholeheartedly love and give this show my undivided attention. i watched this show very weird and out of order, i started with the last ep than just watch other episodes in bit and peice. i think i've seen 70% of this show. plz forgive me this is the first thai bl i tried to get into but can't. maybe i need to give this show another chance and watch it properly. or idk maybe cause the way i watched it, it's ruined for me forever. 6.5/10 i loved the rooftop kiss plz don't kill me.

Dangerous Romance. this show is trash and not the good kind, how this show depicted relationship between a rich asshole and a poor boy feels very gross to me. i fast forward a bunch and gave up after the not just dumb but very cruel breakup. 4/10 it's watchable if you ignore the plot and the chatacters.

Hidden Agenda. wow this is the most nothing show that ever nothing for me. it's a perfected white noise while playing chill video games. i stopped watching after ep 8 cause look like there going to be a dumb break up, i have no desire to revisit this show. 5/10 joongdunk were kinda cutes.

The Miracle of Teddy Bear. this show is too god damn long with too many side plots the one and a half hour per episode killed the momentum for me. i liked the show and do think i want to revisit and finish it one day. 6/10 for now.

Vice Versa. why are they giving jimmysea this show. this show is so boring for me, i gave up in episode 6. 4/10 gmmtv give my babies better shows!!

Thai BLs that i've watched all the sex scenes and have no intention of watching the actual show:

Kinnporsche: heheehehhehehe everyone were so hot, too bad i don't like rich mafia story. mile being a nepobaby also significantly killed the mood for me. 55555/dead bodyguards (idk how many there are but i don't care) the ost are bangers though.

Venus in the Sky and Love in the Air. cringe gay sex for the wins. 69/420.

ok, whoo that was a lot. gonna pin this cause i don't think anyone want to read all that in one sitting. i think i'm gonna make another post for non thai BLs in the near future. thanks for reading my unhinged opinions hope i'm not gonna get moider for it 55555555.

#thai bl #bl drama #bl meta #bl shows #dumb boy rambled #i think i got all of them #but idk maybe i'm missing one or two shows #i shouldn't written and posted this at 5 am after staying awake all night but fuck it

[imdead770]

omg love the idea of steve x childhood friend reader!! could you do that for soda too

Sodapop Curtis x Reader - Childhood Friends

Authors Note - Slowly (but surely) getting back into writing. Fingers crossed I don't have another words aren't wording era. Enjoy!

▪︎ Dear, darling Sodapop

▪︎ I know exactly how you met Sodapop

▪︎ I'm third grade, you got paired up with him for some art project

▪︎ And he sucked ass

▪︎ This kid couldn't do anything

▪︎ He can barely read, his hand writing sucks, he can't color inside the lines

▪︎ But for some reason you liked him enough to stick with him all these years

▪︎ Maybe it was how he apologized at least 50 times that you were carrying the project

▪︎ Or maybe it was how he'd still try his hardest to comprehend the big words on the instructions

▪︎ One of the big words including 'instructions'

▪︎ I personally believe Sodapops dyslexic, you can disagree, go for it

▪︎ But the moment he realized he wanted to stick with you was that project

▪︎ How patient you were with him

▪︎ How you helped him read the instructions

▪︎ How you whispered in his ear whenever he forgot half the words to his presentation

▪︎ He didn't really know what love was, he was a kid

▪︎ But looking back on it, that's the moment he fell

▪︎ Fast forward a few years, middle school.

▪︎ I think around 7th grade Sodapop realized just how hot he was

▪︎ He could've pulled a sophomore if he wanted to

"Ya' see that! She was lookin' at me!"

"Every girl looks at you, Soda, it ain't a big deal."

▪︎ You two still did a lot of projects together

▪︎ Normally you did the work

▪︎ But hey, he was good emotional support

▪︎ Eigth grade

▪︎ Somehow both of you managed to have glow ups the exact same year

▪︎ With his jawline being as sharp as Micheal Myer's knife

▪︎ And your body doing its weird maturing thing

▪︎ Which didn't go unnoticed by Sodapop, by the way

▪︎ He fell for you all over again, only this time he had hormones and you had a body that could kill

▪︎ You hung out around the gang a lot

▪︎ Dallas flirted with you a lot

▪︎ Everytime Soda would butt in

▪︎ Everytime the gang teased him about it when you left

"Ya' like 'em."

"What? Na'"

"So can I date 'em?"

"I'll kill ya'"

"Told ya', likes 'em. Gimme that 10, Two."

"Aw, fuc-"

▪︎ Whenever Soda dropped out of high-school he was all freaked out your friendship would end

▪︎ He thought you'd stick with your school friends

▪︎ Instead you two just got closer

▪︎ You'd catch him up on what drama he was missing while he told you stories from DX

▪︎ It was a daily tradition

▪︎ If you were swamped with homework he wouldn't even try

▪︎ He'd still talk until his lips hurt though

▪︎ YOU COMFORTED HIM AFTER SANDY

▪︎ He came over to your place, all quiet and teary eyed

▪︎ That was the second time he cried in front of you

▪︎ The first being the time a bunch of socs picked on him in 6th grade

▪︎ Anyways

▪︎ Eventually the gang got fed up

▪︎ He was well over Sandy

▪︎ He was head over heels for you

▪︎ You went of your way to see him

▪︎ I think someone bet that Steve couldn't get Soda to date you

▪︎ And Steve went all out

▪︎ He practically threatened Soda

▪︎ Soda did it on his own but Steve takes credit

▪︎ He asked you on one of your catch up nights

"So, remember that sophomore gi-"

"I like ya'."

"What."

▪︎ You just sat there for a second, completely awestruck

▪︎ You were gonna say that sophomore girl that liked him got knocked up

▪︎ But that was pushed into the shadows of your brain

"Uh.. I like you too."

▪︎ This man smiled

▪︎ Like pure

▪︎ '😀'

▪︎ He didn't really know how to express emotions after Sandy

▪︎ So he just kissed you

▪︎ Flat out, lips on lips, kissed you

▪︎ After you pulled away he hugged you, smiling into your neck

▪︎ And you were smiling right back

▪︎ Not that he could see it, but still

▪︎ Took a second and ran to tell the gang

▪︎ They all either

A) Flipped out

Or

B) Expected it and didn't care

▪︎ Either way he was jumping up and down

▪︎ Dallas had to tell him at least 10 times to shut up about you

▪︎ He didn't let you go home

▪︎ Cuz like, he was your boyfriend now, he had to be within 10 feet of you

▪︎ After you two started dating he held your hand every single day

▪︎ Cuz like, he's waited over 5 years for this moment

▪︎ Other then the PDA and dates, nothing changes

▪︎ Yay

#the outsiders #the outsiders headcanons #sodapop curtis #dallas winston #steve randle #two bit mathews #johnny cade #ponyboy curtis #darry curtis #the outsiders x reader #sodapop curtis headcanons #sodapop x reader #sodapop headcanons #sodapop curtis x reader #the outsiders sodapop

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Escrito en las Estrellas (Written in the Stars)

Chapter Six of the Through the Scope series | Chapter Seven

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 4.6K

Chapter Overview: You celebrate your first month working at Brass Knuckles

TW: t*m in the gif (i hate this mf and i dont care who knows)

Notes: okay so this chapter is what started me on my 'through the scope' journey ! i was driving back home to visit family and the phrase "it's written in the stars" just came to me so naturally i had to write an entire Frankie fan fic just so i could birth this one scene (i had no other choice obviously). this chapter was originally twice its length, but i cut it in half so i could make two chapters out of it hehe. i updated the tag list so please let me know if i missed you !! as usual ... my asks are always open & happy reading <3

*no use of y/n & female presenting reader*

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“So you two really haven’t hooked up yet? Not even a small kiss? You’re killing me right now. It’s been a month!” 

You’re on the phone with Robbie this evening to keep you company while you fold laundry. When she says that you have already been in Florida for a month, you feel shocked. Has it really been that long already? You count up the weeks in your head and today, Monday, marks the start of your fourth week here. Four weeks of watching your dad get stronger, four weeks of working at Brass Knuckles, and four weeks of crushing on Frankie. 

“I told you we haven’t done anything, Robbie! But fuck if I don’t want to. The only thing is that I think he’s in a weird place with his girlfriend right now. Or maybe she’s his ex-girlfriend that he’s sort of talking to again? Ugh! I don’t even know!”

You give up on folding, you are doing a terrible job at it anyway, and flop yourself down, stomach first, on your bed. 

“Why don’t you ask Benny about it then? Maybe he can give you some clarity?”

“For someone that’s so smart, you are so dumb.”

“Excuse me?” Her tone is playful, but still laced with warning.

“Look, I can’t just ask Benny about Frankie’s love life. It would be a dead give away that I like him and it just seems like…it just seems like an invasion of privacy.”

“You’re just stalling, you fucking baby. They are your friends right? Benny and Frankie?”

“Well, yeah? I would say so.” You’re not following where she's going.

“Then you should be able to ask them about what’s going on in their lives. That includes their love lives. We ask each other all the time!”

God you hate it when her logic makes sense.

“Okay! Okay. I’ll ask Benny about it at work this week then. Would that make you happy?” 

“No, that would make me content. What would make me happy is if yall finally fuc-”

“Woah!” You cut her off with a laugh. “Don’t you have some studying to do, miss. lawyer?” 

“I resent you for changing the subject right when we were getting somewhere, but yes I do. Call me when you grow a pair and ask?” 

“Trust me, Robbie. You’ll be the first to know.”

You laugh to yourself as you toss your phone on your bed and roll over onto your back. You would be lying to yourself if you said that you wouldn’t be happy if you and Frankie finally hooked up either. Since you have been here, you have gotten a small feeling that he might like you back. First there was him observing you when you two first met while his friends talked around him. Then there was him inviting you out with the guys for fight night. After that was him not shying away when you gave him the note with your number and a heart. Y’all shared a beer together, he dropped everything to help you with your car, and proceeded to spend the majority of the day with you eating and shopping. Did he almost kiss you in your apartment that morning or had you just romanticized his gentlemanliness? There had to be something there right? Right? 

But there was Rochelle. The woman who came before you. The woman who was first in line. While she was bad news according to Benny, you still felt hesitant about stepping on anyone's toes. You wouldn’t want that done to you. And yet you found your mind exploring the possibilities of what y’all could be to each other. Acquaintances? Friends? Something more?

***

It’s Benny’s turn to buy lunch today and he pulls through with Chick-fil-a. The conversation is natural while the two of you eat. Each of you take turns spitballing ideas on how to make the gym stand out more, if they should start selling food during fight night, if you will be a ring girl.

“When pig’s fly, Benjamin Miller. That’s when I’ll be your ring girl.”

The conversation slowly shifts into a more personal one. He talks about how he and the other guys love going to the beach together, but their schedules haven’t allowed it in a while. How all the ladies there can’t get enough of ‘old Brass Knuckles’. You share about how you and Robbie love walking around in downtown Austin, Texas and hunting for the best coffee, or food, or book stores. 

“The beaches back home weren’t really the best.” You confess.

“You should come with us then! Maybe we can all plan somethin’!”

“Yeah.” You say wistfully. “Robbie is coming down in March when her school lets out for spring break. What about then?” 

“Sounds fuckin’ awesome to me!”

Your tongue burns with the question you have about Frankie. It’s Thursday, which unfortunately means, it has taken you most of the week to gain the courage to bring it up. In your defense you had tried earlier, but it just never seemed like the right time. It would be weird to casually bring that topic up at random, but now that friends are being discussed…

“I’ve got a question.”

“I’ve got an answer.” He takes a sip of his drink. “Shoot.”

“I was just wondering how Frankie and Rochelle were doing. I noticed that he has seemed happier lately. Maybe they worked things out?”

He sets his cup down and looks at you quizzically. You get a nervous feeling that he’s onto you.

“Now that you mention it, he does seem happier, doesn’t he? Which isn’t anythin’ to take lightly. Especially for a guy like Fish. But to be completely honest with you, he doesn’t talk about her much around us.”

“Wait really? Y’all don’t talk about who y’all are dating?” Now your nervousness has started to make you sweat. 

“It’s not that at all. It’s just,” He rubs his forehead with his hand. “It’s just different when it’s Rochelle. I told you that she doesn’t belong in his life and I still stand by that. Do you remember when I mentioned that we were a fucked up bunch?”

You nod your head at him.

“Well, it’s not my place to get into all of Fish’s business, but she played a pretty big part in that for him. It took me, the guys, and the strength of whatever higher bein’ is out there to pry him from her grip. He knows we don’t like her much. I think that's why he keeps most of it to himself.”

“Oh.” Now you feel stupid for asking. There is clearly more going in that relationship than you previously thought.

“But, he would have told us if they were officially back together. That I know for a fact.”

You’re content with his answer. At least now you know that you aren’t being a homewrecker. Surely a little more innocent flirting wouldn't hurt. Well it might hurt if he doesn’t see you that way.

“So that’s the only reason you asked?”

You stop, a french fry in hand, and cock your head at your coworker. “What?”

“Don’t play around.” He snatches the fry from you. “What’s the real reason you want to know what’s going on with Fish?”

In this very moment you make an elaborate mental scheme of how to murder Robbie and get away with it when she comes down to visit you. 

“I was just curious.” You shrug.

“God, you’re such a fuckin’ liar!”

“I am not!”

“You got a thing for him, don’t you?!”

“I-I…well I-”

“I knew it! You like Fish!” He looks as happy as a kid on Christmas morning.

“Fine.” You can’t help but laugh at your friend's glee. “I like Frankie. I think he’s great.” 

“Hey, I’m just glad it didn’t turn out to be Pope. That man needs to be humbled every now and then.” 

The two of you burst into a fit of laughter together at the front desk. The people currently working out probably think y’all need to be admitted into the loony bin. It felt nice to finally tell someone here. Granted, Benny is Frankie’s friend, but now he’s yours too.

“Please,” You pant. “Please promise me that you won't say anything to him, Benny.”

“I promise I won’t say anything to him.” A cheeky grin splays across his face.

“I don’t think I like the way you said that.”

“Then don’t think about it. I said that I wouldn’t say anything about it, so I won’t.” He holds up one of his hands. “Scouts honor.” 

You breathe a sigh of relief as he cleans up the remains of lunch and walks over to the trash bin.

“I didn’t say that I wouldn’t do anything about it though!”

He takes off running as his words register in your brain. You stand and yell after him as he vanishes into his office. 

“Benny I’m going to kick your ass!”

The door’s bell must have gone off in the commotion because when you turn around to face the front of the lobby a very bewildered woman is looking directly at you. 

“Oh! Sorry about that! Welcome to Brass Knuckles! How can I help you today?”

***

Operation Catch-A-Fish Chat

Benny: It’s on boys! It’s fuckin’ on!

Will: Damn that was quicker than I thought.

Pope: Did she say something?!

Benny: She told me that she liked him while we were having lunch. Let's get this operation cookin’!

Will: I’ll be damned.

Pope: Told you we wouldn’t be pimping her out, Will.

***

Frankie lays on his back and watches the fan blades spin above him. The room is still stuffy as the hot air inside is only being pushed around. It makes him ache to be in a helicopter again. To feel the bone chilling air right as he climbs into the cockpit before a mission. He never felt cramped when he was in the air. Not like he does now on the ground.

He tries to pick a singular blade and count how many times it can circle the base of the fan in a minute, but he keeps getting distracted. You keep distracting him. He never manages to make it past 15 before you pop into his mind. Your melodic laugh, the way you furrow your eyebrows when you think, how it took you 30 minutes to pick one item off the menu at breakfast. He wonders how you’re spending your Thursday night. Guilt creeps in when he realizes how deeply you consume his thoughts. Although he doesn’t know if that guilt stems from the fact that he’s thinking of you while he lies next to Rochelle in her bed or because he didn’t feel guilty at all until he remembered she was there in the first place. What he does know is that he wouldn’t feel as cramped and lonely as he does right now if you were with him. You could have your limbs wrapped around him as tight as could be and he would still beg you to squeeze harder. 

He turns his attention to the woman laying next to him when she breathes out deeply. She looks so much different in sleep. Her harsh features have softened. Her brows are relaxed and her lips aren’t contorted into a perpetual scowl. She looks, he thinks, kind. As if she is completely incapable of being the person that has wreaked so much havoc and heartache onto his life. She looks like someone who would want to be held as she slept. Someone who would want their lover to pull them in close and whisper sweet nothings in their ear that would be kept secret by the darkness of the night. Unfortunately, that wasn’t who she was. Rochelle never wanted Frankie to be affectionate with her unless she initiated it or when they were going to have sex. Even then she would groan in annoyance when he took too long kissing or going down on her. 

“Just fuck me already.” 

Although he would never admit it, he craved that intimacy. That closeness with his partner. He loved having his hands constantly on the woman he was with. It kept him calm knowing that she was close to him. He noticed that he also had less nightmares on the rare occasions Rochelle would allow him to hold her while they slept. She stirs slightly and rolls over so her back is facing him. 

“God, what the fuck am I even doing here?” He whispers up to the fan blades. 

He hated himself for winding up back in her bed. They haven’t officially gotten back together, but this is how it always started. She would slither back into his life and he would trip over her and fall right into her trap. It made him even angrier than he knew how she worked and he still wound up here. Yet, it’s so easy to slip into a routine you already know no matter how toxic it may be. The ball is still technically in his court. He still hasn’t given her an answer about the status of their relationship. He hasn’t completely sunk beneath the waves yet. He needs to remind himself that history doesn’t equate to longevity. He wants quality over quantity now. 

The dinging of his phone pulls him from his thoughts. It’s a message from Benny in their group chat.

Benny: Sorry for the late message, but I’ve been doing some thinkin’. Since our girl has been here for a month I think we should celebrate. I know she wouldn’t want anything over the top, so maybe The Barrel this Saturday? Y’all down for that?

Pope: It’s about damn time she came out with us. I think I’m free then too.

Will: Benny, I’m literally awake in the next room. You could have just come and told me about your plan. 

Benny: Text is easier. I don’t have to get out of bed this way. 

Will: She definitely deserves more than a few rounds since she has had to deal with you for a month straight. I’m surprised you haven’t scared her off. 

Pope: Same here. I would have run for the hills by now if I were her.

Frankie: Yeah I’m down too. Will and Pope can carpool with me and we can meet y’all after closing time.

Benny: Sounds good! See y’all then!

“Who was that, baby?” A sleep riddled voice asks behind his shoulder.

He feels his body recoil at the pet name. A pet name he once had to beg her to call him. Something to make him believe that what they had was good and sweet. How could something he longed for sound like nails on a chalkboard now?

“Just the guys. Go back to bed, Rochelle.”

Frankie falls asleep wondering if he will get the privilege of sitting next to you at the bar.

***

“I already said that I would come tonight, Benny! You didn’t have to keep asking every hour of the day.”

If you were being honest it was getting on your nerves. He told you last night that you absolutely, without a doubt, had to come to The Barrel on Saturday after work. You knew that you had been pushing it off so you conceded. You just wished Benny would get that through his thick skull. Although, having someone that invested in you is foreign so you put your annoyance out of your mind and focus on the good.

“I know. I know. I just want to make sure everything goes perfect. You told your dad that you wouldn’t be comin’ tonight?”

“Yes! I did everything you asked! I don’t know why you’re so worked up. We are just going across the street to get a drink after work.”

“I just want to make sure.”

“Aww!” You pinch his cheek as he waits with you in the laundry room. “Does Benny have a crush on me?”

“You wish you could get in on all this!” He flexes his left arm and blows a kiss at you with his right.

“Fuck off!” You shove him out of the room. “If you want to go get a drink you better leave me alone so I can put this load in the dryer. Long gone are the days of leaving wet towels to sit overnight at Brass Knuckles.” 

“That’s why I love ya’!” He pokes his head back and kisses your cheek. A lovely juxtaposition to what you just did to him. “I’ll head over there and get us a table. Meet me there after you lock up?”

“If you’re lucky, Miller.”

Shortly after Benny bounds gleefully out of the gym, the washer announces that it’s finished. You hum to yourself as you toss the damp towels into the dryer and press start. It’s all a breeze from there. You collect your things from the desk, turn off the building's lights, and lock the front door. That’s funny you think my bag feels lighter than usual.

The night air is hot, but not uncomfortably so, as you walk across the street to The Barrel. The soft glow from the sign acts as your north star. You can hear how packed it is even before you swing the door open. How are you going to find Benny through all these people? Your eyes survey the room as you make your way through the crowd. A hand shoots up in the back and starts waving frantically at you. As you slip through more people you finally reach the clearing. It was all of them. All of the guys were waiting for you at a quaint table in the back. 

“Happy one month!” They say in unison and raise their glasses.

“Oh my-” 

You’re so starstruck that you can’t speak. They all beam as you make your way to the table and to the only empty chair. The one that sandwiches you right in between Pope and Frankie. 

“Is this seat taken?” 

“It is now.” The man with soft curls responds warmly. 

“Are you surprised?! Did we get you?!” Benny can hardly sit still in his chair.

“Yes,” Your cheeks are going to be sore from smiling in the morning. “Y’all got me good. I can’t believe y’all remembered.” 

“Of course we did, hon.” Will’s voice acts as a beacon of calmness in the bar’s chaos. “The gym was close to burnin' down before you showed up and saved it. Brightened our lives in the process whether you know it or not too.” 

“Will…” Tears threaten to trickle down your face. 

“It was not!” Benny bites back at his brother. “But, I am happy you called about my ad.” 

“Cheers to you, hermosa!” Pope slides a bottle over to you. “Welcome to the group.”

As you raise your glass to clink with all of theirs, you look at each and every one of them. The genuine care they all have for you sprinkles your skin like a light summer shower. The kind of rain where it’s so soft that you don’t even realize you’re soaked to the bone until you reach your destination. It just kinda sneaks up on you. That’s exactly what they did and you couldn’t have been more grateful. 

“Okay I need y’all to indulge me for a few minutes.” It’s somehow already 1:00 in the morning and you’ve lost count of how much you have had to drink. “I’ve been trying to figure out what each of y’all’s individual signs are and I think I finally cracked it.” 

“Like our call signs?” Frankie’s shoulder presses up against yours when he leans into talk. You hope he doesn’t catch the way your breath hitches. 

“You mean y’alls call signs. I still haven’t gotten mine.” 

“You’re always going to be Brass Knuckles to me, Benny.” You offer to the man across from you. “But no, not y’alls call signs, I already know those. I mean your star signs.” 

“Oh, shit! I was hooking up with a girl once that was really into all that mumbo jumbo!” Pope sounds even more excited than you do. “I already know these carbrons don’t know what they are. Google y’all’s birthdays and find out what it is.”

Once each of them confirms that they know, you crack your knuckles and pray that you have guessed correctly. 

“I’ll start with you, Santi.” Maybe it’s the alcohol or maybe it's because you truly feel like his friend that you use his first name. “I think you’re a libra because you’re charismatic, you’re tactful-”

“You better stop before I fall in love with you.” He taunts.

“And you’re a whore.” The entire table erupts into boisterous laughter. “I didn’t need the stars to tell me that though.” 

Next you move your blurry vision to Will. 

“I think you’re a cancer. You’re someone who cares deeply about the people that are close to you. You always want to know how others are feeling, but ironically, you tend to keep your own emotions locked away. You think you will be a burden if you share them, but you won’t, I promise.” 

“You hired a witch to work for you, Benny.” He brings his drink to his lips, but his eyes stay playfully trained on you. 

“Do me next! Do me!” 

“Alright, Benny. I think you’re a sagittarius. You have an enthusiastic love for life and adventure alike. You always lift the mood of the room when you walk into it. The life of the party if you will.”

“Freaky.” He whispers to himself. 

You turn your attention to the man you have been most excited to talk about. “And last, but certainly not least: Frankie.” You are too drunk to notice the hush that has fallen over the group as you rest your hand on his shoulder. “I think you’re a taurus. You’re very hard working, a loyal and faithful friend, and you love physical affection.” 

 It takes Benny choking on his beer at your last comment to shake you from your trance. You slide your hand off Frankie's shoulder and turn back to the group.

“So…was I right?” Everyone is looking at you with wide eyes and open jaws. “I’ll take that as a yes.” 

Benny spends the next few minutes drunkenly pleading with you to tell him more about himself and his future.

“I’m not an oracle, you know. I just observe people and their actions and try to figure them out.” 

“Well,” Pope arrives back at the table with the last round of the night. “Tell us what you have observed about Fish.” 

“No, you don’t have to do that.” Frankie says shyly.

The alcohol in your bloodstream has made you more confident. “I want to.”

“Let the woman work, man.” Pope slides him a beer. 

“You tend to be the glue of the friend group. A man with a hard exterior, yet a soft interior. While you'd never say it outloud, you enjoy taking care of people. You find it gratifying and it gives you a sense of purpose.” You have to stop to get your bearings for a second and acknowledge that maybe you shouldn’t have had that last drink. “Maybe that’s because you served or maybe that's just in your nature. I haven’t figured that out yet, but I’m working on it.”

Frankie hides his face with the bill of his hat, but everyone knows he's smiling under there. 

Pope reaches behind you and claps his friend on the back. “Está escrito en las estrellas, hermano.”

As the bartender announces the last call, your group takes that as the cue to head home. Benny is more trashed than anyone realizes so Will says he will take him back home. He wrangles Benny’s keys away from him so he can use his car to drive them both. You were in no state to drive either and were too far gone to feel any embarrassment as the two men left point that out. With Pope grabbing your tote bag and Frankie grabbing your hand, the three of you walk to his truck.

“Come on,” Frankie helps you into the passenger seat while a very annoyed Pope gets into the backseat. “I’ll take you home.” 

You can only mumble out a small ‘mmm’ to him because your body has become heavy with sleep. He takes it upon himself to gently buckle you into your seat. As he leans over to click it into place he gets a whiff of your perfume. It’s more muted now since the day is over, but it’s still just as potent to him as the second you put it on this morning. After he finishes, he hops down and closes the passenger door. 

“He’s so nice to me.” You whisper to Pope in the backseat before you drift off.

“You have no idea. I just hope you remember when you wake up.” 

Frankie climbs into his seat and cranks up the car. Both men opt to listen to the quiet sounds of the tires on the road instead of the radio for fear that it will wake you up. He pulls into your apartment complex and parks as gently as he can. 

“Grab her keys from her bag, would you?” Frankie asks. He keeps his eyes on you while Pope looks. You look just as sweet in sleep as you do awake, he thinks. You really were as lovely as he thought you were. 

“Uhhh, Catfish?” 

“What?” 

“She only has keys for the gym in here. I can’t find her apartment keys.” He hears Pope laugh dryly in the back seat. “I couldn’t have planned something more perfect if I tried.” 

“What are you going on about?”

“The way I see it you have two choices. Choice one is to wake her up and ask her where her keys are.”

“I’m not going to wake her up, Pope. Mirar, solo mírala.”

“Choice two is to let her crash at your place tonight.”

They both look at you, sound asleep and ignorant about the current situation. 

“I don’t know, man.” Frankie looks over his shoulder at his friend. “I don’t want her to wake up and think I kidnapped her or something. Won’t that be scary for her to wake up in a place that she has never been before?”

“It beats the hell out of waking up in the morning outside of her own front door.” 

He knows his friend is right, but he’s still hesitant as to how you will react when you wake up. Reluctantly, he puts his truck in reverse and heads for Pope’s house. 

***

Unlocking his front door while he has you in his arms bridal style proves a lot more difficult than he originally anticipated. Yet, he would do it a million times over if it meant that he got to hold you this close. When he finally gets inside he closes the door with his foot and heads straight for his bedroom. There was no question about it, he was going to sleep on the couch and you were going to get his bed. He walks into his room and leaves the door open so the hallway light can spill inside. Thankfully he didn’t make his bed this morning so the covers were already pulled back enough. He sets you down on the mattress like you were made of glass; one wrong move by him and you would shatter into a million pieces. A small cry escapes you when his body is no longer touching yours. He wants to capture that sound and keep it locked away in his heart. Before he tucks you in, he carefully unties your shoes and sets them down beside the nightstand so you will see them in the morning. He brings the covers up so that they rest just below your chin. Despite his initial hesitation to bring you back home with him, he can’t help but feel that you look perfectly in place in his bed. He kneels down next to you and tucks a rogue strand of hair back behind your ear. You unconsciously lean into his touch, seeking the warmth he provides. His lips find a home on your forehead and he whispers to you before he gets up to leave. 

“Sweet dreams…mi estrella.”

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you've been warned, minors din

A= Aftercare (what they're like after the act)

i feel like five would seem like he's trying not to care but seeing you laying there all pretty after he's ruined you turns on his absolute *need* to make sure you're okay

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

his favorite part of himself is his hands. they're strong and really nice looking, and he can use them to grab you/push you around roughly and/or gently pin your wrists down 

fav part of you is your ass. there was this one scene (can't remember the episode) but he stared at somebody walking out the door with a really weird smile and his eyes popping out and idk i feel like he'd do the same thing to you walking out a door, just stare and then klaus walks over like "eheheheh whatcha lookin' at buddy buddy boy bro brother homie" and he's just like "oh nothing nothing that interests ur gay ass anyways"

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

he'd love to finish inside you, but even if you don't let/want him to (which he will totally respect) he likes to cum in your mouth or your breasts, even if you are a part of the itty bitty titty community

tbh i think he'd like that even more bc (he has a size kink i'll get into that next )

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)

he has a SIZE KINK. a really really nearly insatiable size kink. 

i believe he'd like it if his S/O was really small / petite cause it makes him look SO MUCH BIGGER than you and goddammit if he doesn't get even hornier when you're on your knees for him and he looks down to see ur pretty lil hand wrapped around his cock

E= Experience (do they know what they're doing)

seeing as i write for five in his 20s, i think he might know sort of what he's doing but he's gonna need a lot of guidance. he also likes to play dumb when it comes to touching you cause he likes seeing you touch yourself and also it helps a lot with him learning what and where to touch

F= Favorite position

uhhhh this mfer's favorite position is 100% cowgirrrrrl

he loves seeing you on top of him I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH

either that or having you below him is just *AAAAAAA*

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

he can be really really serious, but this man does crack jokes in the bedroom from time to time.

H= Hair (grooming habits)

he keeps himself  pretty nicely groomed, cause yk carpet matches the drapes

and also i hc that he just feels gross if he doesn't

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

god oh god oh god

the can be *SO* rough, but during nights when he has you all to himself, it's slow, sensual,,,, mmmmmmm yummy

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

he does this whenever you're not around, but his right hand will never ever evah substitute for the feeling of your warmth clenching around him.

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

bondage, daddy, sadomasochistic power top, dom/sub vibes, possibly a little bit of wax play, definite knife play, coffee kink, mommy kink mommy kink mommy KINK, power play, size kink, choking kink, degradation/praise, roleplay

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

literally anywhere but prefers his bed or yours so he can tie you up

M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)

you could probably wave to him and he'd be half hard, like baby you don't need to do anything just move two steps to the left and ur gonna get your pussy pounded

N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won't do)

he absolutely will not get you pregnant, bitch. you've got a world to save, he doesn't have time to be a dad.

scat, piss, vomit, necro, that type of stuff

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

fuc-king hell he loves giving, but won't ever say no to a good ol' bj

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

he can last a l o n g time. 

he also won't change his pace unless you beg for it

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

he likes quickies, but really prefers to go nice and soft and slow with you

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

he's open to it, but ya know he doesn't want to hurt you.

S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)

im saying about ten or so and then he gets tired

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers) 

has a whole ass collection of bad dragon products to use on you

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

oh lord this man will tease you until you are barely conscious.. 

"you like that little slut?"

the HEAVY breathing *UH*

when you do dominate him, he loves to be teased and will literally scream your name when you finally let him cum.

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

definite heavy panting, but since he doesn't really have a filter he moans a lot too

he will degrade/praise tf outta you baby

W= Wild card (random sincannon of any sort)

okay but he wants you to top him.

he gets tired of topping sometimes and just wants to let you take over.

so do it, baby. 

do it.

X= X-ray (what's down below in dem pants)

i'm thinking he's a little above average, 7 inches or so

thick, veiny, and a pretty pink head :>

Y= Yearning (sexdrive level)

he is ALWAYS horny and always looking for some way to grind against you or just fuck the shit outta you

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

so he falls asleep about an hour after because that's when his body just starts to shut down, but he doesn't realise that so sometimes he'll be standing upright doing something and then all the sudden you have to catch him bc he just fell asleep standing

#five hargreeves smut #7-up tag #7 up tag #number five smut #umbrella academy

[sourbinnie]

title -> el tonto genre -> angst to fluff plot -> remembering what your ex did to you didn't affect you like it used to when someone else took his place and showed you true love. pair -> jeongin x gn!reader warnings -> seungmin being a seungmeanie + cursing + mentioned cheating words -> 1306 lowercase intended

el tonto que me dejaste pero no estoy triste salgo de noche hasta tarde y tú solo quieres saber como pude borrarte yo sé que me viste el gucci que me regalaste puesto pa' salir con él

el tonto / lola indigo & quevedo

"so now you're with my best friend? very classy of you (y/n)".

i heard behind my back when i was leaving and i just sighed. it was as if i was hit with a wave of flashbacks, him saying the nastiest things possible to me, him trying his best to break it down to me that he found somebody new, him in a very subtle way trying to put the blame on me for not being enough & finally him deciding to end things with me because i am way too complicated for his liking.

i spent months in my bed, tears running down my face as i tried to think of everything i did wrong (or what i thought i did wrong at the time). looking for the mistakes that could have been, looking for a way to fix things, to let him know that i am not all that he's thinking. i didn't get out of my house, i tried to compose myself and still do my daily tasks: eat, work, hang out with friends, visit family but i wasn't the same inside and you could tell by looking at me outside. the worst part was probably the fact that my friend group and his collided, i always tried to chill with one friend at a time but sometimes i would see his crew looking back at me like i was a piece of trash. all except for one.

"it's none of your business who i'm seeing, seungmin." i said and just smiled bitterly as i did not want to see him right now. but he kept on following me and shaking his head like he needed an answer from me when there was nothing to say. "okay what is it? just say it and we can get it over with." i said to him and this time i looked at him in the eye. 

it's been so long since i saw him and it felt so weird, so distant and so unfamiliar. it was as if he never meant anything to me when months ago i was bawling my eyes out over him being with a new guy/girl. turns out that relationship ended as soon as it started and i wonder why? that's when the turning point started and i started realizing maybe it wasn't me all along who was the problem.

"what makes you think you can just leech onto jeongin like that? he's gonna realize who you truly are, you know that right?" and i couldn't help but snort like what was he even saying? sounding like a cartoon villain. it was my turn to shake my head and respond to him.

"who i truly am? oh right complicated, clingy, too much for you and guess what? he loves those things about me," i said proudly since i learned to embrace my flaws but also realize that they're not really bad things. so what i want cuddles, i want attention and love to go on dates? he provides all of that while i also understand that we sometimes need space from one & another, that his work isn't the most normal out there and that he isn't always available. i tried my best to be there for him like he was there for me, that makes me a bad person? jesus, how delusional is he? starting to think about what i saw in him in the first place. "also why do you care so much? yes he's your friend but you know at the end of the day all the things you said about me were bullshit, all the accusations and the insults are so immature on your part and he's happy with me, let him be happy with me seungmin".

he was clearly shocked that i was speaking to him this way, he really thought i couldn't stand up for myself and my relationship. it's like i could hear his thoughts right now, calling me awful things one after the other. i decided it was my cue to leave as i grabbed my things again and tried to walk away.

"didn't i gift you that?" he asked, looking at my outfit. and fuck, i forgot really that the shirt i was wearing was one of his gifts. i was hoping that it wouldn't be a big deal.

"yes and they're wearing it because they look amazing in it." it was as if he was a dream come true, jeongin appeared right beside me as he grabbed my hand. i just smiled and blushed like i was in high school all over again as i looked at him, he always brought the butterflies to my stomach, the blush to my cheeks and i fell in love with him all over again as i saw him. "hyung i know that you're trying to protect me and that this might be weird but i'm not a kid anymore and i made my decision to date (y/n) because i'm in love with them".

silence fell.

for seungmin because jeongin never spoke back to him, sometimes being too shy to do so and sometimes out of respect since he was one year older than him. for jeongin because he couldn't believe he just did that, it wasn't disrespectful but it was kind of surprising for him to do something like this. for me it was...

"you're in love with me?" i asked, my voice getting smaller as i was in disbelief. 

"of course i am darling." he said as if it was the most normal thing out there and i was about to kiss him but then i remembered, yeah we're standing in front of my ex boyfriend. "just please hyung, stay out of my relationship and tell the others the truth, i'm tired of everyone looking at (y/n) like that when they didn't do anything wrong." as if he wasn't perfect enough, he knew exactly what to say and at what time.

seungmin nodded finally and decided to back off from me.

"i'm sorry (y/n), i'm happy that you found someone and if it's innie, i'll understand," he said and before he left, one last thing was still on his mind. "you guys do look good together, i hope you find happiness like you deserve."

i just nodded and waved as he left, i couldn't even fake a smile because of how much it still hurt deep down inside. but in reality now, on the outside you could see me glow like something new in me was sparkling. maybe it was the lesson that i was taught, the things that were slowly progressing how i liked or maybe it just was finding him. like i said earlier, innie was the only one who never looked at me that way. he wasn't close to me when i dated seungmin but when we broke up, it was as if something pulled him to me, to protect me and to be there for me. as much as i wanted to do things my way, all alone and not receive any help, i could not say that it was all my effort. jeongin showed so much love and care for me, he listened to me and didn't know what to say most of the time but he was there to hold on my worst moments and that's all i could ask for.

"what are you thinking about love?" he said and i looked at him but then quickly closed my eyes and gave him a sweet kiss. his hands traveled to my waist as he brought me closer to him. not wanting it to end but i couldn't help but smile and when i saw his smile glowing, it was enough to make me feel like home.

"you, always thinking about you innie..."

#skz imagines #stray kids imagines #skz x reader #skz #sourbinnie #skz drabbles #stray kids drabbles #stray kids scenarios #skz songfics #skz short imagines #skz scenarios #skz jeongin #jeongin x reader #stray kids x reader #skz fluff #skz angst #stray kids

[angelsanarchy]

Requested by @icarus-star : Clyde M/M

The first time they kissed, it was a dare and they were both drunk. The next morning, Clyde acted like he had no idea what anyone was talking about when he was told you had made out. Y/n pretended he also didn't remember but he did. It hurt at first but he tried not to think about it.

The next time it happened, Clyde showed up drunk at his apartment and Y/n was left to take care of him so he wouldn't hurt himself. Clyde kissed him sweetly and smiled about it. The next morning, he apologized for "being weird".

When the subject of Y/n being gay came up in conversation, he finally stood firm and let them all know that he in fact did like guys and if they had a problem with it, they could all fuck off. Clyde was quick to come to his defense and let everyone know the same thing.

"If you guys have a problem with Y/n you can kick rocks right now because that's my best fucking friend and no one is going to disrespect him, alright?!" Clyde made sure everyone knew where he stood, not that it was a problem for anyone. All the guys didn't really care who Y/n was talking to, as long as they treated him right.

The next time Clyde showed up late at night, Y/n had to put his foot down.

"Look Clyde, you know I love you man but this has to stop. Coming here drunk at 2AM looking for a one-off cuddle with your gay best friend is kind of fuc-" Clyde kissed him hard on the mouth. It hadn't been like before when he was drunk. When he was drunk, he was soft and delicate with his kisses. This was rough and forced.

"I...I'm not...I need to talk to you." Clyde confessed. Y/n moved out of his way and let him into the apartment. Clyde sat on the couch and started fiddling with his hands.

"I know you're going to be pissed at me but I need to tell the truth and you not tell me to fuck off." Clyde looked scared.

"Clyde, what's going on? You can talk to me." Y/n sat next to him and watched him go through the motions of being anxious.

"I remember everything...about our first kiss. I lied and said I didn't remember but I did, I do and I was just scared because I got this weird feeling about it-" Y/n shook his head at him.

"So you lied because you felt weird. Awesome." Y/n was trying not to be upset but Clyde reached out and grabbed Y/n's hand.

"No no..I lied because I wanted to keep kissing you..." Clyde tried to explain but the more he talked, the more upset Y/n became.

"So you might be bi, that's really not a reason to lie to me Clyde." Y/n said raising his voice.

"I don't care about any of that. It's not about stupid fucking labels. You're my best friend Y/n! What if I have a thing for you? What if I've fallen in love with you? Am I fucking up the best friendship I've ever had because I can't keep my shit in check? I can't lose you because I'm in my feelings and mildly horny." Clyde started rambling and Y/n chuckled.

"Only mildly?" He teased making Clyde smile.

"Straight, gay, bi- none of that shit matters. I'm just scared I'm going to fuck this up and it cost me my best friend." Clyde felt Y/n let go of his hands and put his finger to his lips.

"I'm not going anywhere you idiot. I just didn't want to be this big gay experiment for you because, well you aren't the only one in his feelings." Y/n blushed and Clyde smiled behind the finger that rested on his lips.

"Yeah?" Clyde asked excitedly. Y/n nodded at him.

"So like...it's okay if I kiss you now, with everything out on the table?" Clyde asked inching closer. Y/n nodded again and Clyde closed his eyes as he pulled Y/n closer to him. This kiss was like the others. The soft, delicate ones he had given him when he was pretending to be drunk fearing he would lose his best friend.

Clyde moved his hands to grip the back of Y/n's neck and Y/n's hand settled on his knee as he felt Clyde's tongue test the waters inside of his mouth. Clyde pulled away to catch his breath and laughed.

"Fuck...we should have been doing this months." He shook his head touching Y/n's cheeks, feeling the blush under his hands. Y/n rested his own hands atop Clyde's and smiled.

"I guess we can make up for lost time." Y/n suggested, wiggling his eyebrows at Clyde who took that as a green light. He practically pounced on Y/n, laying him on the couch and grinding against him.

They both wanted to do more but Clyde had no idea what he was doing and Y/n was too afraid of rushing Clyde through things. The dark apartment was full of whimpers and moans, heavy breathing and obscenities until Clyde pushed up on his arms to look down at Y/n.

"I think if I don't stop, my heart might explode...I definitely want to do more though..." Clyde looked for approval and Y/n reached up to touch his face.

"We will...for now, let's just lay here so I know that when I wake up, this wasn't a dream." Y/n chuckled but Clyde leaned down and gave him a sweet kiss.

"It's not a dream and I will be here when you wake up." Clyde whispered, hugging up to Y/n's body like a panda clinging to a tree.

#So I was thinking this might take a smutty turn but I also was like awww romance. #who knows #maybe I'll make a few more parts just to fulfil some smutty goodness. #Clyde #Electrick Children #One Shot #Request #icarus-star #Rory Culkin #Culkin Cult

[shuchu]

Saw your event and I want to say happy 100 followers!

May I please have NSFW prompt 51 with Ike Eveland please?

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ i’ll guide you ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

shuchu’s 100 follower event ♡

prompt: “don’t think so much, just let your body take control.”

character: ike eveland

note: afab!reader ; NSFW, minors dni ; virgin!reader ; streamer!reader

author notes: thank you for the congrats anon!!! i hope you like this lengthy post that i have written for your request!! (∪ ◡ ∪) spicy ikey is here to play for this one and hoo boy, writing this got ya girl sweating bullets because of how spicy it is. this might be a bit ooc but i would like to think that when it comes to sex, ike tends to say and do things that he usually wouldn’t. i apologise for only able to write for afab readers for this work, i’m still learning how to write for gn readers in such scenarios（；ω；) but i hope that y’all will enjoy reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it hehe ♡ thank you all for your patience! decorative divider: @/mykaesu on twt  *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

enjoy lovelies! ♡

you were lounging on the bed; scrolling through twitter, liking fanart, browsing through to pass the time. as you were liking and retweeting fanart, you came across a post that had a link to a fanfiction written about both you and ike. a fanfiction huh? this will be interesting to read. you chuckle to yourself.

the more you read, the more explicit the fanfiction got. you and ike have never done anything further than kissing and making out; but as you continued reading, it made you feel something — an unfamiliar feeling brewing in your abdomen.

you were squeezing your thighs together, the knot forming in your nether regions was getting more and more unbearable as you continued reading. after you were done, you drop your phone to the side. all you could think about was what ike pleasuring you and making love to you. the fanfiction was so descriptive with the actions done and the reactions made, you just couldn’t stop thinking about it.

“älskling? where are you? i’m done with stream!” ike’s voice rang out.

you hop off the bed and made your way towards him. you saw ike in the kitchen, preparing to make some pasta for lunch. your eyes were fixated on his long slender fingers, imagining how they would feel on you, squeezing and touching your body.

“babe? are you okay? why’re you staring at me like that?” ike asks, shooting you a concerned look. you smile at him and reply, “oh, it’s nothing baby.” at that, ike narrows his eyes at you suspiciously and hums, “hmm, okay.”

you both sit down at the kitchen island, enjoying the pasta. ike closes his eyes and groans in satisfaction, “mmm, this hits the spot. i was so hungry.” ike groaning made you freeze up and blush, i wonder if that’s how he would sound like when he’s fuc-

“babe, what’s wrong? is the pasta not to your liking?” ike questions. 

you shake your head, “nonono, the pasta’s just fine.”

ike turns around to face you fully and reaches out to hold both of your hands. “sweetheart, you’ve been acting weird. what’s wrong?”

you shake your head and look down, “i just- agh, it’s so embarrassing to talk about-“ 

“sweetie,” ike brings both his hands up to cup your cheeks, making you look up at him, “you know i won’t judge, i’m just concerned is all because you seemed really bothered by it.” his thumbs sweep against your cheeks.

you sigh softly and mumbled just loud enough so that ike could hear, “well, while you were streaming, i was going through twitter, i saw a post that had a link to a fanfiction so i clicked into it because i was curious. i ended up reading the whole thing and it was an explicit fanfiction about us so it made me feel things. now i can’t get it out of my head and i just don’t know what to do with myself.”

ike’s eyes were wide in surprise as you were speaking and after you were done, his eyes softened and he gave you a peck on the cheek. “god, you’re adorable.” 

“w-what? i am?” you giggle slightly. 

“yes you are,” ike chuckles, “that’s nothing to be embarrassed about my love. we’re humans, anyone would’ve reacted in the same way as you did.”

ike paused before continuing, “but, i can show you the ropes, if you’d let me.” one of ike’s hand moves down to your thigh, squeezing it lightly. your cheeks heat up and you squirm a little, biting your lower lip. ike watches your reactions and smirk a little, a lustful glint forming in his eyes. 

“i-i would like that but…i don’t know how to do any-“ ike cuts you off with a gentle kiss before pulling back, saying, “don’t worry sweetheart, let me do all the work okay? you trust me right?” 

you take a deep breath and nod. “yeah i do.”

you were laying down on the bed with ike on top of you, his lips were on yours, kissing you passionately. he then started making his way down, from your jawline to your neck where he started with leaving kisses before proceeding to gently suck and nibble at the sensitive skin.

ike glanced up, seeing that you were frozen in place, not knowing what to do. he gently moved your arms to wrap around him, resting them on his back while he continued pressing kisses to your neck. it felt good, really really good. 

you resisted the urge to make a noise from how good it felt, ike realised this and stopped what he was doing. he moved up to peck you on the lips before murmuring, “don’t think so much babe, just let your body take control. let me hear you.” 

ike’s lips made their way back to your neck again, you relaxed your body and groaned softly as ike started leaving little marks here and there. your hand made its way up, entangling itself in ike’s soft bi-coloured hair. 

ike moans softly and kisses each hickey that he has made before pulling back to admire them. “my pretty girl.”

you blush at his words and pull him down to kiss him. as you kiss, ike’s hand travels down from your face, to your chest and down to your thighs, rubbing and squeezing them gently. you mewl softly into the kiss, making ike groan softly in response. 

after asking for consent each step of the way, making sure you were comfortable with every thing that he was doing — you were naked under him. your face was flushed and you tried to cover yourself the best you could with your hands and arms. 

“sweetheart,” ike grasps your wrists gently, moving them away to reveal all of you to him. “you’re perfect, your body is beautiful.”

ike reaches out to fondle your breasts, flicking your nipples with his index fingers. you arch your back and moan, when ike’s mouth attaches to one nipple, you gasp. you were squirming and moaning under ike as his tongue swirls around the sensitive bud, sucking on it occasionally. your hand found its way to ike’s hair again, running your fingers through it as you become a writhing mess under him. 

ike gives your other breast some attention as well before kissing down to your stomach, eventually reaching the place where heat was pooling. he parts your thighs and his eyes take in your glistening sex — slick from all the foreplay. ike trails kisses down from your knee to your inner thigh on both sides before moving closer to your sopping hole. 

he sticks his tongue out to give your slit a small kitten lick, casting his gaze up to watch your reaction. your hips buck up and a whine escapes your throat. he then starts lapping at your dripping core, groaning at how good you taste.

“my god, you taste so good.” ike mumbles before diving in again, licking and sucking up the juices that were flowing out uncontrollably. breathless pants, whines and mewls were the only thing coming out from your mouth as ike ate you out. 

ike moves his thumb to your clit, gently rubbing it as his tongue continues flicking into you, making your hips buck wildly. you jolt in surprise when ike attaches his lips to your clit, sucking on the sensitive nub. you attempt to close your thighs from the intense pleasure but ike pushes them apart, holding them down with his hands. 

you were clawing and gripping at the bedsheet, moaning ike’s name as he brought you to your climax. his greenish-yellow eyes watching as your eyes roll back and your back arches off the mattress as you come undone on his tongue. 

you drop your back down onto the mattress as you pant, trying to catch your breath. your eyes shot open when you felt something prodding at your hole, circling your slick entrance. 

“i’m going to stretch you out a bit to prepare you for what’s to come after that. it’s going to be a little uncomfy at first but i’m going to be really gentle okay babe?” 

you nod in response and ike slowly pushes his finger into your hole, you groan softly in discomfort at first but as ike slowly pumps it in and out, his tongue circling around your clit, it started feeling really good.

“ikey, baby- ah! i- i want more…” you beg, thrusting your hips against his finger. ike hums in response and inserts a second finger, you gasp at the burn you feel as ike stretches you out. your walls grew accustomed to ike’s fingers and a tight knot was forming in your lower stomach as you get closer to your second climax.

“oh god, b-baby, it feels- ah! so good! nngh-“ you mewl out.

ike took that as a sign to insert a third finger, thrusting them in and out of your dripping hole, lewd sounds bouncing off the bedroom walls. you cry out his name as you cum on his fingers, your walls pulsing around ike’s fingers.

ike slides his fingers out of you and stuck them in his mouth, sucking your essence off his fingers and groaning at your taste. you felt yourself get even wetter from how hot he looked as he sucked his fingers clean. 

ike leaned down to kiss you as he undressed his lower half, his top was thrown to the side at some point, perhaps while he was in between your thighs pleasuring you. 

ike then pulls away from the kiss to grab a condom from the bedside table’s drawer, tearing it open and rolling the condom onto his length. you admired his length, it was girthy and a decent size, the tip oozing precum. ike chucked at your reaction, giving you a peck on the lips.

ike positions himself above you, resting his forehead against yours. “you sure you want this my love? you can back out if you’re unsure.” you smile at him and nod, affirming him as you pulled him in to kiss him softly.

ike lined up his dick and slowly pushed it in. you whined in pain, tears forming in your eyes as you grip onto ike tightly. ike kisses all over your face as he slowly continues pushing his length in. “ i know my love, i’m sorry. take deep breaths with me okay? you’ll be okay, i’m right here.” ike coos at you.

you take deep breaths in and out with ike and eventually ike bottoms out, your walls still attempting to adjust to his size. your hole flutters and pulses around him, still sensitive from having came twice. 

a strangled groan escapes ike’s lips, “oh fuck, you’re so tight around me. tell me when it’s okay for me to move okay?” ike leans down to kiss you in an attempt to distract you from the pain. his hand moves up to cup your cheek, stroking it gently with his thumb, making you smile as you continue making out with him. 

a few moments pass and you mumble against ike’s lips, “you can move now.” 

ike starts thrusting slowly, his eyes watching you carefully. your face twists in pain and a few tears fall down your cheeks. ike kisses your tears away and whispers sweet nothings to you, telling you how well you’re doing and how much he loves you. 

eventually the pain gets replaced by pleasure and you moan softly, feeling the pressure in your lower region building up again. “m-more…nngh- faster! please!” you whine.

ike complies and starts thrusting a little faster, your hips bucking up to meet his, mewls and moans escaping your lips. ike moans as well, his hand moving down to your clit to rub it as he increases the pace yet again. 

your walls start to pulse around him again as you get closer and closer to another climax. “b-baby, i’m gonna- ah!”

“i’m getting close too my love, cum for me.” 

and with that, you cry out as bliss overtakes you, your back arching off the mattress again as you cum hard on his dick. ike thrusts a few more times before groaning loudly and cumming as well. 

ike slowly pulls out and discards the condom before gently lowering himself onto you, wrapping you in his arms as both of you struggle to catch your breaths. he brushes your sweaty hair out of your face and presses a kiss to your lips. 

“i love you so much, you did so well. thank you for trusting me sweetheart.” ike says as he smiles at you. you giggle and give him a gentle peck on the lips back. “i love you too ikey. thank you for teaching me.”

#ike eveland #luxiem #nijisanji en #ike eveland x reader #luxiem x reader #ike eveland smut #shuchu 100 event ♡

[imjustheremam]

hihihi!! :3

imma jus. from here on out be a anon stalkin ur acc. can you write white hank or hank with a scenemo type reader? like bright colorful emo ass reader who listens to ungodly loud music. totes not a self indulgent ask-

reader has ungodly big hair. everyone’s convinced it had secrets in it…

-🐜 (gunna reserve the ant becuz it’s the best emoji 😼🔥)

Ok I don't know what this is but I'm searching and grabbing info but this all I could think and also this going to be platonic, so I'm sorry...

Platonic Wank And Hank With a Scenemo reader..

WANK

Ok so wank would think your skittles but if skittles became an emo due to your bright colorful hair and outfit..

And you guys would probably be besties since in my headcanon she would most definitely be the type to hear loud ungodly music like damn girl lower down your music...

I believe she's into either metalcore or maybe pop punk... (I'm not sure, I have no music preference so....yeah what do you think what music She's into)...

When she first met you, she was processing for like a second. mostly grunts have grey, black, red or even white like her, but all a sudden you pop out of nowhere with theses colorful outfit and hair... you just caught her "eyes"...

Now she going to ask alot of questions but there mostly about music preference or your look.

i won't lie, the style it really cool...

Now if she had a phone with her or something to take pictures she would definitely try to take pictures of you just because of your hairstyle and looks cool..

Don't worry she sometimes will ask for your permission if she can take pictures of you...

She loves!! Your damn hair to the point she straight up touches it and pets it like if you were like a kitty or puppy(or something really cute)..she also will investigate and might try to add something on it to see if it will fall off(she'll sometimes but her head on top of you because your hair I'd either soft or smooth)...

Also she secretly uses your hair as a warehouse...

Ok now we all know scenemo have haters too, so if she hears anyone disrespecting your looks, may God forgive or not because they are going to meet Jebus in hell or other place because good lord she is a menace...

She will never let a hate comment go until she sees that hater dead... but hey or either glad or...whatever your feeling right now...but hey that's what besties do... and that bestie will never let your hair go until you let her lay her head on that blessing long huge ass hair!!!

HANK

Ok imagine this:

You: hi, it's your favorite boy/girl/grunt

Hank: get the fuck out or I'm gonna-

Yeah hank won't like you but don't assume he hates scenemo, because he doesn't hate them he just doesn't care about them (we all know he hates everyone) but your music, he wants you to lower it down... but if you refuse... he won't hesitate to ki- I mean destroy your speaker or phone... yeah... really sad...

At first you guys would not like each other he thinks your weird and annoying with your loud ass ungodly music playing everytime...

When doc hired you, hank was only staring and then assume your annoying like Deimos, and you were but not your personality... ok maybe idk... but your music is ungodly loud as fuc-

Hank will their break in your room and turn it off or break it...except for when... the radio because both you, deimos and Sanford love...ungodly loud ass music and hank is suffering...

But when it's missions and hank's fighting, you and deimos will share a braincell and straight up turn on ungodly ass music(idk what music yall like to hear so yeah...this is awkward)...

Hank would even notice you turn that shit on until he finishes every enemy and would just either mad or...he hates to admit it...he might actually liked it...

So hank and you would get along by you letting him choose a song from your dvd collection or Playlist... at first hank would refuse to since he thinks your music are ass...bit you insisted so he gives up and chooses...

For hank I believe he's into metalcore...(is that a music preference?? And also...wait hold up I gotta look up something)... ok ok I think...he might be into deathcore aswell if not then you can guess what hes into because i suck at this...

Now just like wank he also will ask questions but it really rare... like you if you Finally had gotten that one achievement you tried to get in a game...

Hank would sometimes just stare not because you clothes no, but your hair. He's jealous(bald ass old man)...

He would grab your hair and pull it slightly to see if it's fake (since it'd huge!!) but it isn't, that's sad(forever he will be bald)...

If you had achieved hank's trust and everything, he would pet you(also be careful he will sometimes put a knife on yout hair because your his storage now)

This dude thinks your hair is secretly a storage warehouse and when he's on missions he will grab you and take out a either a gun or a knife out of your hair and agents are like... the fuc- *BAM*

Now haters gonna hate but when he's around, everyone needs to shut the fuck up...

Because only he can bully you, who Gave them permission to bully you. Nah that ain't happening today...

This dude will kill and traumatize those haters, and your like...this is fine *scream of deaths coming from a hater*

You may be his friend but he will always be a bully (not too much) your bully friend. But at least he helps you with the haters and lets somehow affectionately lays his head on your hair...

BONUS

Ant 🐜

He/she/they are always hiding inside your pockets dimension hair you have and will never ever get out...your their/her/his home now...

DONE YAAAAAAY!!! I HOPE YOU LIKE IT I SOUND CRINGE DOING THIS ALSO I DONT KNOW WHAT SCENEMO WAS UNTIL I SEARCHED IT UP. NOW I WAS TRYING TO MAKE SURE IT SOUNDED ACCURATE...it'd doesn't even look Accurate but I tied

#madness combat x reader #madcom x reader #hank j wimbleton x y/n #hank j wimbleton x reader #madness combat headcanons #madness combat x player #wank x reader #madness combat wank x reader #madness combat hank x reader #wank x y/n #white hank x reader #white hank x y/n #madness combat white hank x reader #🐜

[vampsquerade]

Ooo I’ve had this idea for a while: Phillip Graves x GN!Reader where the reader is a member of Shadow Company and they’re like his bodyguard n shit and the reader save Graves from some sort of danger on a mission and they ✨fall in love✨

this is a really good idea, i hope i can do you some justice for it! thanks so much for requesting anon :,) i hope you had a lovely holidays and re raring to go into the new year soon! also heads up for spoilers right here before the post! also wow this one is kind of weird i don’t know why i went this route for it

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Graves x GN!Reader: The Snake’s Guard Dog

Trigger Warnings: angst, spoilers for the CoD:MW2 reboot, slight angst, assassination attempts, pining, slight implication of Stockholm’s Syndrome, gunshot wounds, obsessive affections

Phillip Graves; a man as deadly as he was charming. With a gruff yet alluring southern drawl to his voice, he was able to convince many that he had their best interests in mind despite him having the capacity of having any single particle of a person be completely wiped from existence. But in being his bodyguard, practically his right hand man, you’ve seen how easy it was to get under his skin and recklessly utilize that bite of. However, it wasn’t as good as yours. The best of the best always needed someone better, and that someone just so happened to be you. Despite having a rough childhood and practically making a living on the streets, you’ve seen the worst of the worst and it’s shaped the intense and deadly training you went through. Hell, you’ve even committed the worst of the worst just to be able to survive, as much as it hurt you. But those feelings meant nothing, the only feeling you ever needed was the desire to protect and ultimately survive.

You were seen as nothing but a loyal dog.

At the moment, your mission with Phillip was to secure intel on Ghorbani’s next location by entering an AQ convoy and stealing documents. With cover provided by stealth operators in your beloved PMC, Shadow Company, it was going to be quick and easy—or rather, should have been. After piecing some things together, you figured out that there were AQ snipers providing overwatch and they were silently picking off your cover. Eventually, that laser sight hits Phillip’ forehead as he’s looking down at the intel he’s got in front of him. “Sir, get down!” you exclaim as you tackle him. A shot fires through the window and right into your left shoulder, causing you to pull Phillip right over you due to the force.

Crying out as the entirety of his weight crushes your freshly injured shoulder, you let go of him so he can scramble off you. For a moment, the two of you just stare into each other’s eyes before Phillip realizes the gravity of the situation. “Shit!” he exclaims, carefully turning you on your side while prone. He checks the rest of your body to see if there was anything else wrong, and once he got to your ankle and heard you practically growl in pain, Phillip knew it was time to get the fuck out of there. Gathering what he could, he clutched it tight before looking around the room to figure something out. “Everyone, we’re going loud! Get rid of those damn snipers! I’m gonna need a few of you to come rendezvous with Executioner and I to help get us out of here!” Phillip yelled into the comms. “Sir…we can leave through the back door…I have two smoke grenades…” you say through gritted teeth. “Toss it now then cause we’re about to take more fire than that shot you just took for me!”

Nodding, you grab the grenade from your belt and pull the pin. Smoke immediately fills the room and you struggle to stand, slightly falling over upon standing on your shattered ankle. Phillip grips your safe hand tightly, helping support you this way to get the hell out of your now compromised position. You were tempted to just tell him to leave you, as you were losing a hell of a lot of blood, but you had a feeling Phillip wasn’t gonna take any of that lip and save your life. “Phillip…fuck…” you groan with a dry and gruff voice. “I know baby, I’m getting us the fuck out of here. Don’t you worry.” Phillip mumbled. For whatever reason in your painfully cold heart, a small sensation of warmth fills you when you hear yourself addressed as such a word by your superior.

Phillip said that all the time, but why was it so different this time?

Eventually, the both of you make it to safety and the area is effectively clear at the cost of some men who were now either severely injured or actually dead; yourself included. “Get them some damn help, now! I don’t need my right hand dying on me!” Phillip yelled. You were in and out of consciousness at this point, so you made a last ditch effort to grab at him and tell him something. “See me eventually…” you mumble. “You know I will. Once I get this report to Shepherd, I’ll go and see you.” Phillip’ promised. “Good…” you say. The blood loss eventually takes hold and causes a fun little side effect called “passing out”. Limbs now completely limp upon losing consciousness, you let go of your vice grip on Phillip’ arm. He gently holds your hand on his own accord for a moment before bringing it up to his lips to kiss your fingertips, knuckles, and the back of your hand. “Get well soon…”

An entire day would come and go where you’d remain unconscious, waking up in the middle of the afternoon another day later. “Mornin’ sunshine, glad to see you waking up…” you hear a familiar voice mumble. “That you sir..?” you ask hoarsely. “The one and only. How you feeling? Need anything? Medicine, water, food—just tell me and I’ll have them bring it to you right away.” Phillip said. “Got any morphine on you, sir..?” you ask, trying to sit yourself up only to remember your fucked up shoulder holding you back. Phillip is quick to carefully help you sit up however, hushing you softly upon hearing you wince. “I’ll be back with some morphine. Don’t you move a muscle darlin’.” he said. Phillip stood up and began to walk away to get a nurse, only to stop and turn around to look at you, “How bout you start callin’ me Phillip from now on? No need to call me sir so often.” he suggested. Feeling yourself get flustered again upon hearing you’re finally on a first name basis, you just give him a silent nod before turning away out of embarrassment.

Phillip smiles and leaves the room to go get you a nurse that can give you the proper dose of morphine you need, and you just sit there by yourself and begin contemplating why you’re feeling such a strange emotion. Every time Phillip spoke to you, it’s like your heart was nervously breaking down in front of him and caused you to do the same. His voice sounded different and was a lot sweeter than it was before, and it made you wonder what the fuck happened after the other day that caused you to be like this. Was Phillip having the same thing happen to him? You didn’t know and no matter how desperately you wanted to, the thoughts and feelings were forcefully buried down as much as they could be.

The door to the room you were in opened and you turned to see Phillip was back with a nurse, as well as a plate of food with a bottle of water for you to intake. There was a warm smile on his face, and it just made your situation worse. No matter how hard you pushed down the sudden feelings you had towards Phillip, they would always float back up. “Thank you so much, Phillip…” you mumble. “No, if anythin’ it should be me doing the thankin’ here. You saved my damn life the other day, takin’ that sniper bullet for me. How is it that you continue to impress me despite the two of us workin’ together this long?” Phillip praises. You want to turn away but you can’t, that southern charm taking a deep hold to your body as your heart takes over your logic. “I’m…not too sure myself, but I appreciate it a lot Phillip…” you say softly, the nerves getting to you for once.

Phillip smiles more than he had previously, placing the plate of food on your bed before handing you the bottle of water. “Thank you…” you say softly. “Anythin’ for you. That nurse is gonna get you the care you need until the doc can come in and see your shoulder. Bit of a shame you won’t be there with me when we finally catch Hasan.” Phillip says. “Those docs we got had all the intel we needed? I’ll be damned…” you say, laughing softly as you take some morphine provided by the nurse. “Wouldn’t have gotten them if it weren’t for you having that smoke grenade and pushin’ me to the floor. I’ll be back later, rest that shoulder up okay?” Phillip says, gently rubbing the safer part of your back. “Before you leave…” you say, looking up at him. “Yes, Y/N?” he asks. “How…long have you been sitting there..?” you ask. “Well after having a briefing with Shepherd the night we got back, I came here and waited until it was safe to go in and see you.” Phillip said.

Your eyes widen upon hearing that he was practically there the entire time, waiting for you to wake up. It was never a thought in your mind that someone was so dedicated to you, platonically or not, and wanted to see that you were truly okay. It screwed your mind up more than it was at this point, and you were beginning to confuse platonic feelings for romantic ones. But how was it even possible to feel what you did, especially for your own superior? To even know what love felt like?

You needed more. So much more from Phillip.

Six months would come to pass and you’d heal up well and found yourself to have spent more time with Phillip whenever he had time to see you while you had been recovering. He began doting on you a lot, pampering you and making sure you were okay in the end. Your physical therapy didn’t last too long thankfully, and you were put back in the field in no time. You were about to meet the men from Task Force 141 for the first time and it made you anxious. You had no idea what their motives were and why you had to work alongside them, convinced you and Shadow Company were the only things needed. Time was also taken to settle yourself emotionally, still finding yourself to be pining after your own superior.

But unbeknownst to you, Phillip was feeling the same thing. That look the two of you exchanged when you saved his life before realizing and remembering you had been shot downright forced him to, out of fear of losing the you as you were the only person he was closest to and didn’t know he had been in love with, do everything he could to make sure you were safe. Sure Phillip had had his attractions to all sorts of people, eventually finding himself sleeping around when he could. Despite this, nobody ever came into comparison for the way he did you. He took you under his wing and saw how damn near animalistic it was to witness you take the lives of his enemies; it was so much that it practically excited him. Phillip needed you, just as much as you did him.

Gearing yourself up alone in your private quarters, you sense a presence that didn’t feel as familiar and you froze up and waited to see what was to happen. But before you could even attempt anything, you were pinned to the wall and your arms were held to your back. After a bit of a power struggle, you broke out of the mysterious person’s grasp and swiftly pinned them to the wall. You finally realize it was Phillip that had pinned you, and you could see the wild lust and adoration in his eyes. “Ain’t nobody can do that better than you can, baby.” Phillip said. “I suppose I could say the same about you, sir.” you say. Phillip puts an idea over your lips, shushing you before he speaks, “Address me properly as your superior, Captain.” You momentarily look away, flustered by this sudden entanglement, “I could say the same to you, Commander Graves.” comes out in a whisper. “Good job.” Phillip says.

He leans forwards and catches your lips between his. Your eyes wide and staring into his own, as they’re pointed in a harsh and cruel glare, you see a sense of an animalistic danger. Phillip then pulls away, slowly leaning close to your ear, “Have I ever told you that I’ve had a deep, obsessive love for you?” he whispers. Heart thundering in your ears, you shake your head, “No, Commander Graves. Never heard it from you.” you say firmly. “Then let me tell it to you now; I love you so much that it hurts from how bad I need you. Nobody’s ever been at my level the way you are and it fills my heart with a warmth I can’t contain.” Phillip whispers. Physically weakening, your grip on him goes limp and he takes this as a chance to flip your positions once more. “Commander Graves?” you ask softly, staring into Phillip’s eyes. “What is it, Y/N?” he asks. “I feel the same way. Ever since that night, I’ve felt an emotion I never thought I could. But…what are we now?” you ask nervously. Phillip chuckles and shakes his head.

“We’re partners now. Not just in the field, but also behind closed doors.”

#cod #call of duty #cod mw2 #call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod mw22 #call of duty modern warfare 2022 #phillip graves #cod graves #graves x reader #slight angst #implied violence #mentioned violence #cod x reader #cod shadow company

[tarmac-rat]

OC Interview: Riley

Tagged by @glitchinginthegarden and @seraphfighter. You can read their respective entries here and here

Roleplaying prompts like these are very much not my forte, so I tried my best. And I also might've borrowed Glitch's idea and inserted Johnny into the dialogue as well, just to keep the conversation...organic.

Tagging @clusterfxckedbysirens @ghostoffuturespast @butchsquatch @luvwich and @seeker-of-truth and y'all have probably already done this but I need to get better at tagging people and it's my own fault for being late lol

Note: This recording was recovered from a trash can after presumably being discarded by the interviewer

Name?

V: "V." Interviewer: "Oh, um...like, just the letter?" V: "No."

Nickname?

V: "...V." Interviewer: "*clearly flustered* So you, uh, you don't have a nickname, or--?" Johnny: "Not worth it, pal. You're lucky she's even givin' you this much." Interviewer: "But--" Johnny: "Trust me, choom, fishin' for the truth ain't worth it. Drop it while you still can."

Her full name is Riley Bakker Aldana the fifth. For all intents and purposes, "V" is both her nickname and a part of her full name, since it's a patronymic suffix. Since she comes from a long line of Riley Aldana's, V very rarely uses her actual first name and has never consistently gone by it-- she has always simply been "V" from birth. Johnny, of course, thinks this is the stupidest thing he's ever heard in his life.

Gender?

Johnny: "Ever since V was a child, she's always identified with what's between her legs--" V: "Where are you going with this?" Johnny: "--a cunt." V: *Lets out a long sigh*

Star sign?

V: "Is this an actual interview or is this the second round of sorority rush?" Johnny: "Don't be fuckin' rude. She's a Scorpio, like me." V: "Wait wait wait, I know, like, one thing for sure about star signs, and it's that you and I don't have the same one." Johnny: "Your birthday's less than a month after mine." V: "That's not how zodiac signs work." Johnny: "Look it up, then, if you're so confident." V: "Fine. Just, one sec," *Pulls out phone, types something, types another thing, types another thing* "I'm a..." *types another thing* "...Pisces."

Riley is a Sagittarius

Height?

Johnny: "Five foot nine even. Five foot eight and a half if she's standing on one leg." V: "'Bout sums it up."

Riley's cybernetic right leg is roughly a quarter to a half inch shorter than her organic left leg, so she's got a bit of a weird gait and tends to favor her right side more than her left in fights. She'll eventually get it fixed, but she then spends a few months walking around like a newborn deer tripping over nothing as a result.

Orientation?

V: "'I guess 'bi' is the term I'd throw out there for it, but honestly, dating and managing a love life are the last things on my mind these days. Not like I don't have time, I just don't think settling down's in the cards for me yet. But in terms of preference, though, I don't really lean any which way." Johnny: "So basically, 'people hot'."

Nationality/ethnicity?

V: *laughs slightly* "I don't think I'm technically an NUSA citizen since I spent the first twenty-two years of my life in a car, so I don't know if I technically have a 'nationality' in the literal sense. Ethnicity-wise, most if not all of my mom's side of the family is Diné, so that's easy enough. My dad's side is the question mark. Never met the guy, and my mom never talked about him."

Riley's maternal side of the family is Navajo-- her great-grandfather grew up in Kayenta, AZ, and many founding members of the Bakkers were people from there and the surrounding areas who felt it safer to go westward during the Collapse. Conversely, Riley's father Felix is a smuggler who had a brief fling with her mother Ivy when the Bakkers were camped near the NM/Mexico border in 2052 (and post-Unification War now operates around Fort Hancock, TX). Felix is Mexican-Apache, and blissfully unaware that he has a daughter running around 25 years later fucking up shit in Night City.

Favorite fruit?

V: "I...don't know if I've ever actually eaten a real piece of fruit in my life." Johnny: "You're fucking with me." V: "What!?" Johnny: "Fuckin' hell, we're havin' a conversation after this. Just pick a fruit flavor, and move on. Any of 'em." V: "I, uh, um..." *places hands on her hips, sighs, goes silent* "Green apple, then, I don't know."

Favorite season?

V: "Well, summers in the desert were unbearable, and winters in the desert were boring as all sin, so I guess one of the middle seasons? If I had to pick one, I'd probably pick spring-- the places in the Sonora we used to stay at in the springtime were always pretty nice."

Favorite flower?

V: "Mexican Gold Poppies." Johnny: "Oh, what, you have a favorite flower but you don't have a favorite fruit!?"

Riley likes gold/yellow things despite it not really being in her color scheme. While she likes Gold Poppies, the flower I generally associate her with is a Black-eyed Susan, which are symbols of justice and survival.

Coffee, tea, or hot chocolate?

V: "Depends, but I generally lean towards coffee." Interviewer: "With anything?" V: "Synmilk." Johnny: "And whiskey." V: "Only on Sundays."

Average hours of sleep?

Johnny: "*snorts* Go on, V. Tell 'em 'bout your thoroughly robust and well-kept sleep schedule." V: "I sleep!" Johnny: "Sure, when you get knocked the hell out or fuckin' flatline on me. *to the interviewer* Two hours a night, average." V: "It's more than that! Stop being dramatic." Johnny: "And when she does fuckin' crash, because y'know she will, she's out for a day plus. It'll be like livin' with a corpse. I could host a music festival in that apartment and she prolly wouldn't even roll over to check the time."

Exaggeration aside, Riley will get around 3-5 hours of sleep a night-- combination of restlessness and preferring to work nights. After about 2 weeks of doing that, her body will basically say "NO MORE" and shut down for a day or two to recover.

Dog or cat person?

V: "Cat." Johnny: "Liar." V: "What?" Johnny: "It's horses." V: "Johnny!"

Dream trip?

V: "Not sure. Always used to hear nice things about Australia-- maybe there, I guess? Or maybe Morocco, or Rome? Somewhere warm and dry. And definitely not on the water."

Favorite fictional character?

Johnny: "Let me tell you a little story about a guy from Seattle and the acid trip he had while staring at a pack of Camel cigarettes--" V: "Nope, not even close." Johnny: "Oh, my deepest apologies, princess, were you going to come up with a better answer from the wealth of popular media you consume on a daily basis?" V: "...Fair enough."

Johnny is referring to the book Still Life with Woodpecker by Tom Robbins, which is probably the only novel Riley's read in the last five years. She hates this book for its pretentiousness but since she rarely consumes pop culture as it is, it's really her only fallback when talking about fiction she's actually engaged with.

Number of blankets you sleep with?

V: "One tops, maybe? I tend to run hot. Maybe two in the winter if it's cold enough."

Fun fact?

V: "A fun fact." Johnny: "'Fun' fact, eh? Might be askin' too much of her there." Interviewer: "It can be anything. Your favorite color, what car you drive, how many times you've--" V: "I once helped smuggle the CFO of Asukaga & Finch and his lover over the Texas border after he embezzled 4.7 million dollars from them in 2071." Interviewer: "I, uh, you...what?" V: "I mean, he's probably dead now. What're you gonna do, arrest me?" Johnny: *Starts laughing*

#Cyberpunk 2077 #V #My V #Riley Aldana #Johnny Silverhand #This was fun writing practice! And something I spent WAY longer on than I should have #but it was fun! And thank you both again for tagging me! #Aldi speaks

[bigricc]

A Good Man | DR

2k of a bit of self loathing and a lot of mutual pining. This was semi rushed and I don’t love the ending but I hope you like :)

If Daniel was a good man, he would have turned his car around before you had time to notice his headlights glaring into your front windows. If he was a good man, he would have stopped himself from knocking on your door so loudly. Perhaps, if he had been quieter, you wouldn’t have been so quick to open the door, and he would have time to shuffle back to his car and pretend he didn’t feel as bad as he did. But, he was selfish by nature. He needed you, more than he could ever bring himself to admit. So no, Daniel was not a good man.

“Dan? What- what are you doing here?” 

Fuck. Of course, regardless of all of the shit he had put you through, you could never be angry enough at him to call him by his full name. His internal dialogue is so loud he doesn’t notice you take a step closer to him until suddenly, you’re staring up at him with a look on your face that wasn’t familiar to him. He had spent the better part of twenty years memorising each and every twitch of your face and how you expressed yourself, but suddenly he felt lost.

“Sorry. I know it’s late, but uh, I just landed and I don’t really want to go home yet. I don’t know. Is that weird?” He’s rambling, he knows he is. He feels so deeply uncomfortable having to show up to your house just before midnight because he’s lonely.

•

He’s standing in your living room, staring at a photo of the two of you at sixteen, along with Jackson and Ben. You almost feel embarrassed about it, given that there are countless other photos of your friends that are far more recent, and probably less cringe inducing. But there’s something about this particular photo that you feel attached to. Maybe it’s the innocence written across each of your faces. Sixteen and untainted by adulthood. The way you’re sandwiched between the lanky teenage boys, smiling so hard you have to squint at whoever is behind the camera. Maybe it was Kate. It didn’t matter anymore.

He’s been looking at it for so long, you have to assume he’s waiting for you to say something.

“How was the race?” You knew exactly how it was. You had stayed awake until the early hours watching it.

“P14. I’m a fucking joke.” He choked out a stiff laugh.

“You’re not a joke Dan, don’t say that.” He was still staring at that fucking photo. “Look at me.”

He takes his time turning around. You’ve wedged yourself into the corner of the couch, clearly your favourite spot given the way the cushion dips in the middle. He remembers the way you used to fight everyone for that spot, just so you could stretch your legs out across the laps of whoever was sat next to you.

“Are you doing okay? I haven’t heard from you in a while.” Two months had gone by since your last phone call. Most of your updates on his life came via his parents or sister.

“Just been trying to figure some things out. I’m sorry.” He was mumbling, a far cry from his usually boisterous self. He takes a pause, and then out of nowhere, “Do you think I’m a bad person?”

“What are- why would I think that?” You almost want to cry. You’re so tired, and his sudden appearance has set your brain alight.

“I just feel like every time I come home, and I- and I’ve got a good thing going with everyone. You, my friends, even my own fucking family.” His eyebrows are pulled tight towards the centre of his face, mouth slanted down in a frown. “I finally feel back on track, and then I leave again, and it’s all fucked.”

You’ve known this man for most of your life, and only a handful of times have you seen him so distraught. Usually, his face is graced with a grin that takes over the room. But now, he resembles a lost little boy.

“What- back on track? What does that mean?” Your scrambling to find words, anything to say just to fill the silence.

“I think- I was so naive when I was younger, thinking that I would just get to come back whenever I felt like it as if the entirety of fucking Perth would just press play as soon as I stepped foot into the country. As if I wasn’t missing out on everything,” He’s speaking so fast, you almost can’t keep up. “I’m missing out on everything. And it makes me feel so fucking lonely.”

His confession makes you feel sick. A man who has friends scattered across the globe is lonely. But really, you know that none of those people are important. His friends and family here, at home, are the only people he craves when it’s late at night and the parties have died down. As flushed as it makes you feel, you know you’re included in that.

“Dan I- you’re not missing out. We’re not exactly doing anything exciting over here.” It’s a poor attempt at a joke, you know that. Because it’s not about that, it’s the comfort of home that he craves.

“I’ve missed out on so fucking much! Jack’s wedding, I still haven’t met Sarah’s baby, by the way- who’s almost two. Two!” He’s frantic now. “What kind of friend does that make me? And you and I are still- I feel like an idiot every time I come here, because I never know what’s going on.”

Suddenly, it’s quiet again. If it weren’t for the low hum of the fridge, you were sure he would be able to hear your heart beating.

“What do you mean, you and I?” You can feel sweat forming at the nape of your neck, uncomfortable in his presence for the first time.

“I mean, we were something. Weren’t we?” He can’t look at you, not wanting to see the rejection before he has to hear it.

He’s right, in a way. If you count a short few months of fumbling around each other when you were seventeen. It was before he left for Europe, before you were forced to move forward without his constant presence. You had never thought too hard about that time, not wanting to face the truth about your feelings. You knew it was likely that to him, rushed kisses and exploratory sex were nothing but a farewell to his upbringing, preparation for the new life ahead of him.

“I didn’t- I didn’t know that was something to you,” You didn’t want to offend him, deduce him to simply a hookup. “We never talked about it like that.”

“I thought you knew! I just- you had a boyfriend when I came back so I just assumed the answer was no.”

He was right. He had come home and you’d been glued to some kid you met at uni. Your first grown up relationship, and it wasn’t with him. The worst part about it was that you hadn’t even told him. He spoke to you on the phone countless times, willing you to bring it up in conversation, practicing having to pretend his mother hadn’t already told him.

You’re standing now, frantic and confused. He stays put, arms now crossed defensively over his chest.

“You never said anything! Dan, what did you expect me to do?” Strangely, you’ve always liked the way he looks down at you when he talks. But now, the eye contact makes you feel sick.

“You never said anything either,”

“I kissed you at the airport! Like an idiot, in front of your family. I kissed you, that said more that you ever did.” You cut him off before he can continue.

He’s still looking at you, but you’ve cast your eyes to the centre of his chest, attention planted on the vague outline of a necklace beneath his t shirt. He takes a step closer towards you, and before you can react, he’s grabbing you by the back of your head to pull you into a hug.

You’re frozen for a second, fearful that any minute now, you would wake up from a horrible dream, and Daniel wouldn’t be standing in your living room. It’s the smell of his cologne, the same one you recommended to him, that pulls you back in and forces you to slide your arms around his waist. He moves his head slightly, and you swear you can hear his heart beat just that little bit faster when he pressed a timid kiss to your temple. You squeeze your arms around him tighter in attempt to spur him on, urging him to please, kiss me again. And he does, slowly becoming more confident with each press of his mouth to your forehead.

“No, I don’t think you’re a bad person.” It’s you who breaks the silence, only now you’re speaking into his neck rather than the air around you. “You’re probably the best person I know, Dan.”

“That can’t be true, have you met our mothers?” It’s lighthearted, a nice change from the tension that has surrounded you for the last hour or so. It has you giggling into him, dragging your hands up and down his back. The longer you stand there, the more he can feel your body sag into him.

“Tired?” You let out an affirmative hum, but make no effort to pull away from him. “You should go to bed.”

“I can’t go to sleep yet.” You say.

“Why’s that?” He laughs.

“Because, you haven’t kissed me yet.” He’s nervous again. When he got in his car, he hadn’t thought about what the outcome of your conversation would be. He imagined that he would mope around a bit, and you would offer a glass of wine and a hug before sending him on his way. Never did he think he would be standing here hearing you ask him to kiss you.

You both pull your heads back at the same time, his hands moving up to grasp your cheeks. There’s a faint smile at the corners of your mouth, and he wishes he could photograph your face in this exact moment and hang it in every room of his house. When the moment arrives, the kiss isn’t what he imagined. When he fantasised about this reunion, he imagined it would be rushed and passionate. Instead, it’s slow and smooth, and he can feel the years of patience seeping through it. He’s the first to pull away, his boyish excitement interrupting the moment.

“I feel like a teenager again.” He’s somewhat embarrassed to admit it, but no kiss he has ever shared with anyone has compared to yours.

“Hopefully, you’ve improved in areas since then.” There’s a teasing smirk on your face, a nod to your past escapades.

“Oh, trust me, I’ve learnt a lot since then.” He’s wiggling his eyebrows at you in a way that is just so him, and if you were slightly younger and perhaps a bit insecure, you imagine the idea of him learning with other women would make you uncomfortable.

You know him and yourself well enough to understand that if this visit had come any earlier in your lives, the outcome could be much different. Now however, you allow yourself to bask in this moment, and in him, without question.

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