#not sure how many it'll end up being but. i did read over the first two a couple days ago and i'm finally happy with them

[thepetesimp]

Favourite Underrated Ship? Simple answer: Every single Pete rarepair! -> PorschePete? Iconic! Brilliant! Phenomenal! Most people love "best friends who kiss", I love "secret third thing". However one enjoys them, though, they're delicious to consume😌 (You might think it's not an underrated ship, but I'd like to inform you that it has, in fact, less than 100 fics on Ao3, so it very much is in my book. I'm happy to have contributed to it by posting two of them, but I'd love it if there were more. Hopefully, I'll get inspired anew one day.) -> KinnPete? Oh please, the power dynamics make me giggle like a 10 year old girl playing with Barbie dolls. Such glorious toxicity, such perfect ways Kinn could use and abuse Pete to his benefit, either with or without knowing he's doing it. You can do so much with them, either pre, during or post canon and I get so excited thinking about it. (This one has less than 50(!) fics posted, so I'm super thankful to the few authors who have gifted me some amazing works. Sharing my personal favourite because it deserves to be cherished 🥹) -> ArmPete? Do I even need to sell this one? It can do fluff, it can do angst, it can do smut, it can do it all. My personal favourite flavour of it is Arm having unrequited feelings for Pete because it's just so deliciously angsty 😇 I love me some pain, I can't help it. (This one doesn't have any fics to its name, besides one in Chinese. I'm devastated. I did personally have an idea for a multi-chaptered fic with 3k words already written, but if I manage to focus on it properly one day, it'll end up being a simple one-shot.) -> KimPete? Oh, you mean the ship I got so obsessed over I wrote 25k words of them platonically bonding, while having Kim think to himself more than once how pretty Pete is? You mean the ship that shares so many similarities with VegasPete, while still having its own identity based on the differences between Kim and Vegas? You mean the love of my life? (Again, fics for this one are almost non-existent, which is a shame, but understandable. One day, I'll manage to enrich the tag. One day.) -> TankhunPete? Take KinnPete's fucked up power imbalance and twist it in a more peculiar direction. What you get is this ship, which makes me so uncomfortable but so, so intrigued. (Incredibly underrated with how few fics it has, but a special thanks to this one for altering my brain chemistry when I first read it.) -> BigPete? Rivals who might engage in hate sex from time to time? Pals who share the same fate and understand it and bond over it? Pick your poison and roll with it, because it's delicious either way. I'm personally team "They hate each other" because it's more fun that way 😉 (Almost nothing here again, which is a shame, but again understandable. I had forgotten they shared 2 lines of dialogue together in the show, I deadass thought they never talked to each other, which was great for me lol. Here's one fic written by the same person who wrote the KinnPete one, in case you'd like something cool to read.) -> TayPete? This one's for pure aesthetic reasons because have you seen Tay, have you seen Tay at the auction, have you imagined Pete and Tay fucking at the auction, because I surely have 🙂 It's such a gorgeous image, I lose focus for a hot minute when it comes to me. (This one's tricky, because most people write Vegas/Pete/Tay, which is a glorious choice and I support it, and my talented friend is writing a very good VPT fic, but I'd love it if there were more fics that focus on these two only. They're too powerful, I can't get enough.) I think those are all the ones I'm personally obsessed with. All I have to say is, Pete deserves all the beautiful men and what they'd like to do with him ❤️

#kpanniversary2024 #underrated ships #I have *opinions* about this #this is just a summary #give Pete all the gorgeous men pls #he deserves it #*I* deserve it #do let me know if I've forgotten any ship #it's important to remember them all #for science #pete saengtham #kinnporsche the series

[catty-words]

the bitty spark ‘verse sequel officially broke 20k words 🎉

#we're working on chapter 3 y'all #not sure how many it'll end up being but. i did read over the first two a couple days ago and i'm finally happy with them #all the steamy scenes are GOOD and there are so many moments that make me happy/excited #bitty spark ‘verse #sharing this post because i can't yet share the fic #but my enthusiasm cannot be contained

[svtminji]

𐙚 ‧ jeongmi ─── scenarios

╰ anon request: Your recent blog was so sweet!! It kinda shows us their relationship dynamic with each other. Maybe for another blog it could be “fan favorite moments” with them — ⭐️ anon

I 𝓲. I request ୨୧ jeonghan x oc

❪ 🏹  going seventeen  ❫ as always, going seventeen provides the viewer a comedic setting of seventeen and their idol personas. in this fic, you'll be able to read the jeongmi moments/cuts caught by carats. this is just a compilation of my favorite gose episodes 🥲 not proof-read 😞

﹙  INSOMNIA-ZERO I ﹚—  with seungcheol still in his hiatus, minji was the first person up and she had no clue what she was getting herself into. although there were a few remarks about her snarky behavior when she gets mad and her constant fights with s.coups, she had a clean slate. most of the members mentioned how she was quite literally their mother since they spent most, if not all, their time training. after her time was over, minji had left the mattress with a heartbeat of 98, which was not bad compared to the rest. minji handed jeonghan the heart monitor and sat herself next to wonwoo. 

as many might notice, the 95 line are quite stuck to the bone and minji was not afraid of spilling some secrets about jeonghan. the female member began talking about the "oppa" situation and jeonghan turned to the side trying to forget it. the members, who had already heard this story, continued it with jeonghan's prior remarks about how she would never have a clue. all of the chatter about the two later transferred to jeonghan's more devious plans towards the members; minji sat there in silence just montioring the members. once jeonghan's time was over, his first instinct was to look at the cause of the chaos: minji. 

"jeonghan-ah, remember. once your time is up, you can't defend yourself~"

[forced to be silent]

he gave her the stink eye and handed joshua the monitor. minji scooted to give him space, which he gladly took. the pair sat in silence for a while until he started to open his mouth about joshua. in the camera shots, you could see the small little heart eyes minji gave jeonghan whenever he spoke and would lean into him. it was the small signals that would drive shippers crazy.. though it would soon end after jeonghan was part of the three members that would go home early, minji being tied with another and turned her attention to joshua c:

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ 민지 ⠀𓍼⠀⠀⠀𝐉.⠀⠀⠀정한

﹙  TTT 2020 ﹚—  this was the "going seventeen" episode that basically comfirmed the dating rumors between these two. minji, jeonghan, hoshi, and woozi were all in the same car on their way to the rented house. while woozi and driver jeonghan were in the front seats, minji and soonyoung were in the back having fun and giggling to each other. this led to frequent checks from jeonghan through the rearview-mirror only to spot minji looking at him and smiling :3. at their stop to get food, the "woozi cam" captured the pair walking together with jeonghan's arm around her. during the cuts of them eating, a slight drunk minji was basically all up on jeonghan. it got so worse the editors had to cut so much of the footage. 

while being on the losing team during foot-volleyball, minji made her way to the alcohol stand where her worst enemy laid, the vodka mix. offering to drink the member's shots, minji knew she wouldn't remember a thing tomorrow. before she started her third shot, jeonghan looked at her questionably and asked if she was okay doing this. 

"are you sure you're going to be okay? i don't want you throwing up on me later tonight."

"relax babe, i'll be fine! i used to go band for band when i was a teenager, it'll be alright~~"

[. . . . “babe”?]

noticing her slipup of the word "babe", jeonghan knew it was too late. the members just stared at her and hoped it wouldn't make it to the final cut (it did). though like the self-proclaimed pro she is, she raised the shot glass to her lips and threw her head back. the bitter aftertaste of whatever was in that container had left her feeling a little silly, which had meant the real fun had started to begin.

joining soonyoung in the fanatic drunks is minji. as stated before, minji becomes up and personal with the people around her when drunk. although she may have a high alcohol tolerance (thanks to her underage drinking), minji's affections become more and more affectionate when drinking way too much. 

during this time, minji and jeonghan were first beginning their relationship and they did not want to be exposing it right away to the cameras; but pair minji + alcohol and you get a mess that is quite hard to clean up. after she had made dinner, she sat between jeonghan and seungcheol. many fans point out the difference in actions done by the two men. jeonghan was basically minji's headrest and seungcheol was just there to balance her out. 

"hannie.. you look so pretty today.. like a cloud.."

"minji-ah, leave that poor man alone.."

"coups.. you look handsome too.."

coups + mizu + han + shua = the poly couple idc argue w the wall

the day after constant drinking and singing, minji was pretty much hung over #she threw up and spent most of her day taking things slow, especially when cleaning up the kitchen… moving into the car was the best thing she could’ve done. with hoshi taking the driver’s role on the way back, the '95 duo were left in the backseats and spent their time resting (cuddling eachother too bruh).

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ 민지 ⠀𓍼⠀⠀⠀𝐉.⠀⠀⠀정한

﹙  AB-LIB GOING COMPANY ﹚—  the first ‘gose’ episode after the news of the couple… so let’s say the members didn’t quite hold back. starting off with the ceo and the employee relationship ..

[before minji enters (on standby with the "foreign department")]

“have you guys heard the rumor?” seungcheol starts while leaning in to talk with the rest of the ‘employees’. some of them shook their head and leaned in to hear.

“supposedly the ceo and mizuki.. are dating.” seungkwan revealed it. “but that’s just a rumor..”

“isn’t that nepotism?”

“hyung.. that’s when your born into the company..”

minji’s reaction, while on standby, was just her eye-rolling at what they were doing. though as soon as minghao, jun, and vernon started walking towards the rest of the ‘employees’, she followed them.

[staff chwe hansol, doi mizuki, wen junhui, xu minghao come to work]

“oh! good morning mizuki!” seungkwan smiled as he spoke as if he wasn’t talking about her a second ago.

“good morning seungkwan, how’s the research going?”

“research about what…?” minji smiled about his inital confusion and began her snarky comment.

“about my relationship with the ce-”

[ceo yoon jeonghan comes to work]

though she was cut off by jeonghan’s entrance, she just closed her mouth and stayed quiet. after embarking in the classic “content is power!” “sleep when you’re dead!” chants, the day went pretty eventful. not much was spoken about the ongoing question at hand but that was until jeonghan stirred the pot.

“let’s see who hasn’t spoken in a while.” jeonghan scanned the room to which he laid eyes on her scribbling down doodles. “ah, mizuki.. why don’t you share what’s on your notepad?”

seungcheol, who was across from her, snickered then later shook due to the ‘coldness’. minji smiled, stood up, and cleared her throat. “well, it says i’ll like to go home.”

[not taking her job seriously.. pure silence]

“great! everyone clap!” jeonghan replied after a few seconds of silence and everyone had followed through.

“what a guy.. only excusing her just because they’re dating..”

“this has to be corruption..”

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ 민지 ⠀𓍼⠀⠀⠀𝐉.⠀⠀⠀정한

﹙  THE TRUMAN SHOW OF MR. SVT’S WE LIVE ALONE ﹚—  placed into a small room was seungcheol, minji, jeonghan, wonwoo, and seokmin. they were all commentating and watching the “everyday life” of mr. svt, mingyu. soon enough minji’s turn would begin as the new “mr. svt”.

[a good morning for the new mr. svt]

with an airpod in one ear, she knew it wouldn’t end well, especially with that devil in that room as well. the female made her way towards the kitchen to figure out a small snack. although she had eaten prior to the shoot, she thought of her members first.

“make some beef and noodles, minji-ah” seungcheol’s voice spoke within the airpod. minji, in order to pretend she didn’t hear it, thought about what to make for lunch.

“hmm.. beef and noodles seem good right now. i should start making some before my time is gone.”

[4th wall breaker]

as she began getting the ingredients, she paid no attention to the conversation in her ear. though on the other side, the members were complimenting her cooking skills.

“wah, i know it’s going to taste good. who’s next after her?” mingyu asked the question that was lingering in everyone’s mind.

“s.coups is next so he’ll be eating whatever is left..” jeonghan replied as he sighed.

minji, who didn’t want to disappoint her boyfriend, started to placed more beef into the frying pan. she smiled and spoke out loud: “i’ll make more meat for hannie and the rest.”

[thoughtful girlfriend and member]

“oooh~~” seokmin pushed jeonghan slightly at the words that came from her mouth. “don’t pretend to be coy!”

jeonghan became silent for a while, looking down and smiling.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ 민지 ⠀𓍼⠀⠀⠀𝐉.⠀⠀⠀정한

﹙  CHRISTMAS IN AUGUST II ﹚—  the episode loaded into with jeonghan in the middle of the set, using his food coupon. minji walked in with the rest of the members and managed to stand behind him. placing her arms around him, she whispered in his ear and to which he nodded. circling in the spaghetti with his utensils, he raised it up to her mouth and the female gladly to the bite.

[special privileges]

“wow.. you give her some but it’s the end of the world if you give us any bite huh?” dino spoke as he looked in disbelief.

“yah, she asked me politely. what type of man am i to deny her?”

minji just smiled and listened to the chaos she created. after the rules were explained once again, christmas in august had already begun (even if it wasn't even august 😞). she had small knowledge of horror games and the female would only play them with friends or family. considering this was a one time thing, minji didn’t mind at all. choosing the room that was the least scary led her to be in the room with seokmin, who immediately embraced her.

[a motherly aura enters]

“minji-noona~~ i’m so glad we’re together.” seokmin says as she sits down beside him.

“i was so scared, i didn’t want to choose a room that was all alone.” minji replies as she looks around the dark and empty room. in-front of them laid the gaming computer and she knew it wasn’t going to be an easy game.

after a while, the door opened once again and this time jeonghan entered. both seokmin and minji sighed in relief.

“a-yo, a-yo” jeonghan said as he broke up the silence within the room.

“i’m relieved you’re here” seokmin spoke as he motioned him to sit down.

[not lonely]

“i’m a spy”

“don’t lie” minji warned, she had enough of his shenanigans already.

“okay~~”

“just sit down and be quiet”

[jeonghan joins room 4]

after making jeonghan stay, they all waited for the next member to arrive.

“s.coups?” seokmin question as he saw a figure walk in.

“it’s s.coups? what is this?” jeonghan spoke as him and seokmin grabbed s.coups by the shoulders leading him towards the chairs.

[a full room: three ‘95s, and one ‘98]

“yay~~ it’s coups!! we’ll definitely beat whatever game we’re going to get” minji replied as she got up and hugged him.

“this is why i didn’t want to come.. to where you, seokmin, and jeonghan were” seungcheol finally spoke as he leaned away from the affections.

[sensitive eardrums]

minji pouted in response and got off of him, “you’re no fun at all.”

after the complaints, the group managed to make it throughout the game with barely any problems. although minji had barely touched the mouse and keyboard, she still managed to give in her in-put of where to go. though all that carats could see was her hiding behind jeonghan during the more graphic and intense scenes.

❪ 🐰 ❫ — an

this was originally supposed to be posted a LONG time ago.

i would add more gose but i haven’t caught up at all since the middle of 2023 and i would like to save some for the enlistment period 🥲

i decided to begin where it would signalize when they started to rlly like each other 🤞

#svtminji #kpop #kpop oc #seventeen 14th member #seventeen oc #seventeen #kpop added member #seventeen added member #seventeen female member #kpop female oc #kpop original character #kpop female addition #seventeen female addition #seventeen female oc #svt:jeongmi #svt fluff #seventeen fluff #jeonghan x oc #yoon jeonghan #kpop female member #seventeen x oc #fictional kpop oc #fake kpop idol #fictional kpop idol #fictional idol community #kpop x oc #yoon jeonghan x oc

[iamjacksragingboner]

Gross Childhood Best Friend Soap - Alternate Endings

Word count: 1.3K

Warnings: Some angst but like you'll live, you don't end up with Soap though you're rejecting him like that's the whole thing

Part One: You can find part one with the original, happy ending here. Please read that one first so you're up to speed with the context to these other endings.

A/N: As I was writing the end of the Gross Childhood Best Friend Soap fic, I briefly had the thought to make the reader reject Soap, like bitch oh my god have some self worth you don't need to immediately forgive him for being a dick to you.

Anyway, this alternate ending could go one of two ways.

The Immediate Rejection.

“Why don’tcha come back to mine with me, bonnie,” Johnny coos, and for a moment you almost accept his offer.

Almost.

Sure, the boy you’d spent way too many years pining over and never gave you the time of day finally paying attention to you was great, in theory, but it only took a second of reminiscing to think better of it.

This boy was the reason you spent so many nights walking home alone, cursing yourself for falling for his shallow promises spoken by sugar sweet lips again and again.

"Ah, no. Thanks Johnny, but I'm not interested." It comes out dry, but you hope it gets the point across. He had missed his window of opportunity years ago.

Johnny laughs and jostles your shoulder. "Come on, lass. Just a night! Doesn't have tae mean anythin'. I've missed ye."

You hold strong to your word, as attractive as Johnny is, and always has been, you know you're better than that. "Really Johnny, I'm not in the mood."

His hand skirts up your thigh and you groan internally at his inability to take the neon-coloured hint. "I bet I can change that for ye."

Swallowing your pride, you lean into Johnny and cup a hand to whisper into his ear "I have like three STD's at the moment, dude. I don't think you wanna bump uglies with me currently."

It was a silly lie, but you knew it would be more than enough to get the message through his relatively thick skull. You were right, of course, because as you pulled back to take a look at the expression on his face, you had to fight not to burst into laughter.

Johnny looked as though he'd sucked on a lemon but was trying not to let it show. He'd pulled back from you by at least a foot as well, and kept his hands firmly clasped in his lap. "Ah," he said, and cleared his throat. "Well. Good to know."

"Yup."

Silence. You wondered how long it would take Johnny to get up and scout out a different lady, as you were sure he would after this.

As it turns out, it took a grand total of a minute and a half for him to get up, bid his adieus and walk out of the bar, promising he'd call you soon, and wishing you all the best with your... things.

You downed the rest of your drink with a wicked grin stretching across your cheeks and walked merrily home.

2. The Gradual Realisation of Self Worth.

He only comes to you when he needs you.

Only gives you affection when he knows it'll benefit him.

Leaves you cold and alone in bed.

Tells you you're beautiful, says he loves you, but only when you're actively serving him. Patching his wounds. Sending him care packages. Buying him drinks. Always giving, but never receiving.

The bed is so cold.

You curl in on yourself night after night, but you never cry. You are convinced that surely, one day he will return your affection. One day he'll prove you right and show that he has changed, has given up on his shallow promises. You ignore the voice in your head that tells you he hasn't.

You spent so long trying to fix him, put so much time into trying to make him a better person, telling him to eat better, to keep his room clean, teaching him to cook, teaching this man the bare minimum, only to get nothing in return.

He didn't love you, and at this point you weren’t even sure if you liked him. Did you like him, or did you like the comfort of having someone that could hold you, if he wanted to. There was never a guarantee.

You fixed him, but you didn't get to reap the benefits of your own hard work. You fixed him so he could go an fuck over the next person a little less.

You start rejecting his advances, ignoring his texts asking you to come over for a quick fuck. You stop sending him care packages with home made food and letters telling him about how you've been since he was home. You don't answer the door when he knocks. Quitting him cold turkey.

Eventually, he stops texting, stops calling, doesn't throw rocks at your window.

There is silence; a breath of fresh air.

You bump into him at a bar a few months later. You make polite small talk, and he flashes you that grin that pulled you in the first time, but it falls flat and slips from his face. You move away from the hand that caresses your waist.

"Let's get out of here," he bends down to whisper in your ear, "come back to mine, I've missed ye, bonnie." Johnny's hand creeps up your face, a wolf-like grin stretches and snarls across his cheeks.

Your face turns stony, ashen. "Leave me alone, John."

His grin falters at the omission of his nickname, the name you had always called him. In all your years of knowing each other, not once had you called him John.

"Bonnie," Johnny starts, concern flicking over his face. What a joke. He chooses to care now, when he's at risk of losing his quick fuck.

"Don't call me that," your voice is sharp, cutting through the pollution he's breathed on you for so long. "Do not speak to me as if you've ever given more than two shits about me, because I know for a fact the only thing you see me as is a hole to shove your dick in."

You had passed the point of mourning over what could have been, of what you wanted this 'relationship' to be. You were only capable of feeling anger and distain towards the man before you.

"Now, lass, there's no need for ye think that," Johnny rubs your arm in an attempt of comfort that came all too late. "yer more than that to me, I promise."

I promise.

I promise.

I promise.

"Fuck you and your promises, John," you spit, slapping his hand away from you, creating distance between you, because as far as you're concerned, he lost the privilege of touching you long ago. "You're always promising things, but you never mean any of it, do you?"

Johnny stays quiet, his mouth hanging ajar and his hand hovering in midair, as if he's shocked that his actions suddenly have consequences.

"I have tried for so long to continue to see the good in you, to believe that if I just tried a little harder, you'd actually want to pay attention to me, but I look back on that decision to try and I just feel so... stupid! So utterly stupid for not seeing you for what you are, John. Look I want to wish you the best in your future relationships but honestly I think I'd much prefer if you went and choked to death on a bag of dicks."

As much as you thought it would be cathartic to say even a quarter of what you felt Johnny needed to hear, it honestly wasn't. Johnny was silent as you picked up your things and left the bar. He at least had enough of a brain to not call you, but part of you wished he did. The part of you that still hoped the Johnny you grew up with was in there.

You hugged your arms to your chest and kicked the rocks on the pavement as you walked home alone. Again. You went to bed alone. Again. But it felt better.

Johnny wasn't coming back, and you were glad.

#john soap mactavish #john soap mctavish x reader #soap call of duty #soap cod #soap x reader #johnny mactavish x reader #johnny soap mactavish #soap mactavish x reader #childhood best friend x reader #john mactavish x reader #john mactavish

[asoiafsworld]

ugh ur most recent fic made me so wet.. please can i request innocent reader with ellie including scissoring, mommy kink and corruption 🥴?

tw; dom!ellie, sub!female reader, innocent reader, corruption kink, dubious consent, scissoring, mommy kink, mentions of pregnancy, nothing but pure smut in this

you don't know how you ended up like this.

you had always been pretty naive and innocent. never interested in what the other kids in your class did, always being a obedient good girl. when you moved out of your parents' home and started college you kept this up, keeping to yourself and not going out partying or having sex with random people. it was not something you ever did or would ever want, you told yourself.

until you met ellie williams.

you shared a few classes with her and after she sat next to you for the first time, you got along well with her. she was nice and always helped you when you had any questions about what you're learning and she knew so much about so many different things... you liked being around ellie. she made you feel special, in a weird way you couldn't describe. always walked you to your dorm and even your room when you had class together, often told you not to make friends with the others at college... they would all only want you for their personal gain. you don't know what she specifically meant but you trusted her. she was always so nice to you, how could you not trust her?

now, you're starting to regret your decision.

one minute, you were sitting on your bed and studying with ellie for an upcoming exam. you were concentrated but your brain was starting to get tired from the three hours that you were just reading and writing down notes. ellie had observed you, she always did, and asked if you wanted to take a break. she wanted to show you something, to distract you from your stress. something that when you once experienced it, you would want it over and over again.

you didn't expect it to have you lying on your back, moaning quietly as ellie moves her fingers between your legs. you had trusted her completely and blindly, something that you were questioning now as you were experiencing this weird feeling in your tummy that you didn't expect from ellie's touches on your pussy. you were horrified at first when she lifted your skirt up and dragged her fingers over your panties, reaching down to pull your skirt back down. but ellie had held your wrist, gently and her eyes were so loving and sweet.

"trust me, pretty girl. i'm gonna make you feel so good. i know it's weird at first but it'll feel better when you get used to it. just give me a chance, baby."

the way she had called you these sweet nicknames in her hypnotizing voice, the slight smile on her face and a sureness in her eyes had let you pull your hand away and nod unsurely. she continued her touches, even though you were pretty sure no one except for yourself should be touching you down there. not that you ever did... but the way that ellie had you moaning and gasping within just minutes of continuing her touches, you were starting to wish that you had. you were desperately thrusting your hips up to get more, feel more of her fingers that were doing nothing but just brushing over your covered mound. every now and then, she pressed down and rubbed over your clit in particular and it had you whining pathetically. you had never felt like this before, such a pleasurable feeling from just a few touches, a warm feeling building in your tummy. you had never ever lost control of yourself like this, especially not in front of someone else and it made you feel so embarrassed... but the impending feeling of arousal was stronger.

the touches and fingers are suddenly gone and the whine you let out at the loss of contact is embarrassing. you open your eyes and look up at ellie, who has a fond smile on her face.

"if i would have known how cute you would look like this, i would have bent you over on the desk in our first class together." you bite your lip at her words, not even completely sure of what that would mean but you're sure it involves something as lewd as this. ellie takes your panties and swiftly pulls them off, leaving you exposed to the cold air. you close your legs out of embarrassment but also partially to feel some friction.

you watch as ellie stands up and takes off her clothes, showing her toned body off to you. you don't know why but the sight of her biceps and her slightly defined abs adds to the warm feeling in your tummy. you hope ellie will do something about it, touch you again the way she did before.

she comes back to kneel in front of your exposed body, one hand coming to touch your knee and sliding it down to your thigh and your hip. the touch makes you shiver, a moan leaving your mouth so embarrassingly that it adds to the blush aready present on your cheeks. ellie then grabs your other thigh with her other hand and pulls you closer, dragging you to her naked body. she throws one leg over yours and before she does anything else, you reach forward to hold her wrist. the arousal and pleasure still clouds your brain but there's a different part of you, the one that is scared and has never done this before, whatever this is.

"i... what are you gonna do, ellie? it's just to relax me, right?" the thought that crosses your mind is so stupid, so insane that you feel like smacking your head against the wall. you were present at biology classes, you know how they're made... but still, your mind is a aroused mess and you can't think straight, literally. so for a brief second, you wonder... can i get pregnant from this?

"gonna make you feel good, sweetheart. told you, it would feel weird at first but then it felt good, didn't it? i saw it from how you moaned for me." a small pout forms on your lips at her words and she reaches out, swiping her thumb over your bottom lip and staring at you like you were the only person on earth. it looked almost like she was hypnotized by you. "my sweet, innocent baby. i'll show you how good you can feel. and when i'm done with you, you will never want anyone else. i'll make sure that i'm the only one for you."

you furrow your eyebrows at her words but before you can question it, your eyes flutter shut and a loud gasp is ripped from your mouth. you look down at your legs where you and ellie are connected, the feeling of her pussy on yours so addicting and earth shattering that you can't explain it, can't form a single thought in your mind, blinded by the feeling of her wet and hot pussy on yours. you think that this is it, this is the peak of it.

and then she moves.

you have to grip the sheets beneath you and hold your tears back from how fucking good this feels. she holds your leg up high as she grinds back and forth on your pussy with her own, both of your wetnesses spreading over each other and making the movements even more intense. your clit is nudged by hers and it sends your brain into overdrive, unable to think of anything else but more, more, give me more.

your entire body is shaking and trembling as she continues to grind, her rhythm fast and the snap of her hips harsh. it feels like she's pounding into you, as if shes pressing against you so hard in hopes of becoming one with you. you are of absolutely no help as you lie there helplessly with choked moans leaving your mouth, not able to breathe or think or want anything else than for that feeling in your tummy to increase.

you open your eyes hazily and look towards ellie, who's looking down at where you're connected with her. she's grunting and moaning in her addicting voice and you don't think you've ever seen her so desperate, so sexy, so beautiful. she's doing everything for you, making you feel so good that you don't know how to survive without ever feeling like this again and you sit up and lean against your pillow as best as you can. you reach out to her hand that is holding your thigh and intertwine your fingers, hoping that she understands that this is the best thing she could have ever done for you. she looks up and her eyes are sweet and her smile loving as she holds your hand in hers. she looks down at your lips for a split second and then back into your eyes.

"need you to do something for me, little one." you're all ears at this, as best as you can when she's fucking the life and soul out of you. you nod desperately, almost like a eager little puppy that wants to please so badly. her eyes are dark and her smile more menacing now as she speaks. "call me mommy. do it, trust me. i could make you feel even better than now."

you're somewhat startled by her request. mommy? it's not a word that you have ever used in your life, in whatever context and it feels somewhat ill placed in a situation like this, where you're... being intimate? but still, you had trusted ellie all this way and she was right about making you feel good. you nod after a few seconds and feel her picking up her pace in her grinding, the strength from holding your hand makng her put more force into the way she grinds into your wet pussy. you can't supress the satisfying moan that leaves your mouth at the feeling.

"mommy..." you mumble absently and decide that you like the way it sounds on your lips. you feel ellie's hips stutter at the sound but before you can wonder about it, she's suddenly grinding at you deeper and faster than before. it makes you rip your eyes open at the overwhelming feeling and when you look at ellie with a slightly open mouth, she only looks at you in desperation and desire. it makes you feel dizzy. the sound of your wet pussys fills the room and it makes you feel so flithy and lewd. you can not bring yourself to care much however as ellie's thrusts are fast and forceful, reminding you of the building, warm feeling in your tummy. you're overwhelmed by it, your eyebrows furrowing at how much it feels like you're heading towards a peak. your mouth is ajar, mumbling whimpers and moans for her the same way she does for you. her accent and nicknames definietly contribute to the wetness between your legs.

"mommy, mommy, please, feels so good, feel like 'm... gonna burst. 's so good, mommy, please." your breathing is heavy as you try to forever memorize the feleing of wet flesh between your legs, the wonderfully forceful grinding of ellie's hips, the way she is unafraid to smear her wetness over yours. you're getting closer to it as she continues, placing one of your own hands over your tummy because you literally feel like you will burst with something. you feel her stretch your leg as she uses you to help grind better and the grip in her hand tightens.

"come on, baby, just let go for mommy. i'm here, i'll take care of you, it's okay, my pretty little sweetheart. just let yourself fall, mommy's here for you." her words twist the knot in your stomach and you moan loudly as your orgasm washes over you. you feel the tremble of pleasure all over your body, igniting something close to a fire in every part of your body. it's all consuming and relentless and it feels like you're falling for hours as you let yourself feel this way. you faintly register that ellie is in the same state as you, her pussy still lightly grinding on yours which only adds to your sensitivity. you whine when it starts to hurt you and ellie is off of you in a second. you pout a little at how empty you feel now, the feeling of her pussy enveloping yours so wonderful that you would want her to always be like that. you close your legs and feel how sticky your pussy and your thighs are, all ruined by ellie. when she leans down and holds your face gently in her hands, kissing you all over your face, you don't even feel mad about the state she had brought you to. you were certainly relaxed and not stressed anymore. you open your eyes to look into ellie's beautiful, green eyes and you almost want to cry at how adoringly she looks at you. she gives you a long, sweet kiss to your lips and leans her forehead against yours as she breaks away.

"you're mommy's good girl, aren't you? did so well for me, my pretty flower. we're gonna do this so much more and do other things too... i can't wait to fuck you like this again."

#ellie tlou #ellie williams imagine #ellie williams x you #ellie williams smut #ellie x reader #ellie williams x reader #dom ellie williams #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams #ellie tlou2

[pumpkin-spice-whump]

Okay I got a little more confident. Here's the first chapter.

This is a while after Jack had first been kidnapped and sold. This is the first chapter of the book, the other one was a flashback. (Sorry that's confusing. It'll make more sense with the whole thing)

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Jack bangs his head against the wall. 106. He lazily lifts his neck and drops it again. 107. He decided he was on his way to beat his all time high of 318 a while ago. He only stopped then because he blacked out for a second, and he figured that repeatedly smashing his head into the wall wasn’t the smartest.

Except who the hell cares what the smartest thing to do is when you’re bored out of your mind.

108.

Not ‘oh there’s nothing on TV’ bored. Bored like Jack only has eight books in his cell anyway, and never mind the fact that he’s already read them all so much he’s got them memorized, but also the light has been flickering and if it goes out then he’ll be in darkness for months on end so he might as well just sit in darkness now by choice. So that’s what Jack did. He took a nap. Again. And then sat in darkness and banged the back of his head against the wall because that was better than letting his mind wander.

109.

Jack can never let his mind wander. When it does he always ends up sobbing so hard he throws up, or plots how he can potentially end his own life.

110.

If he lets his mind wander he might think of his mom. He might think that she’s forty eight now, and he missed another Christmas with her. He’ll think about how terrified he was when he was grabbed and thrown into a van. How he never even thought about that happening to him and so he had no idea what to do except lash out and kick his attacker.

He’s still got the scar on the side of his head from the man’s rings.

111.

Jack will think about the times he’s tried to keep track of the days on the wall next to his bed, but he just gave up when he stopped being aware of when was day and when was night. He had a little breakdown that day, when he realized that he’d been there so long he didn’t know exactly how long anymore.

112.

He’ll think about the fingers he lost for trying to run. The way he limps every time he walks and keels over every time he breaths. He’ll think about the part of his ear that--

113. 114. 115. 116.

Shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up!

Jack had a TV once. One of those big box TVs with the VHS player attached that he hadn’t seen since he was in elementary school. He played the few tapes he had basically 24/7. They weren’t good movies, he saw Joe Dirt so many times he dreamt about him, but it was something. Human voices to occupy his time. Voices besides his painful memories and… Mr. Reeder.

117.

Mr. Reeder isn’t the man who first took Jack. Once, in a bout of quiet contemplation much like this one, Jack let himself realize that he was in fact a victim of human trafficking. In his mind, trafficking was only for sex slavery or organ harvesting. But he was kidnapped, and then sold. For money. It’s not like he’s got Google on hand, but Jack’s pretty sure that’s the definition.

118.

No, Jack’s actually got no idea who first threw him in the car. He was walking home from a friend’s house. Not even a friend, just someone to hang out with so he wouldn’t be bored.

Man, 15 year old Jack had no idea what boredom was.

It was dark. He had headphones in playing music. He was alone. He was an idiot.

He never heard the car pull up beside him. Someone grabbed his shoulder and he turned around to ask them what the hell, but by the time he understood what was going on he was already in the man’s arms, hand over his mouth and phone tossed to the street. Jack had kicked out, managing to kick his attacker in the shin, but it didn’t stop him. He was thrown into the trunk of the car, and before he could even catch his breath to call for help, he was knocked out.

The whole ordeal probably didn’t take more than two minutes, if that. No time for anyone to hear a scuffle and come looking.

Jack woke up later to his arms and legs tied up, duct tape around his head, and the feeling of blood on his face.

119.

He doesn’t like to think about the early days. The constant fear and exhaustion that took hold of him. That still does if he’s being honest. He likes to think he’s more resigned now. Apathetic, if you will.

It makes stomaching his own existence a little easier.

120.

He lifts his head off the wall once again, but pauses before he can get to 121. Jack is a very very good listener, out of necessity. So despite being a floor down and many walls away, he can always hear Mr. Reeder’s car pulling into the driveway. No matter how many times he heard it, Jack can never stop the way his body tenses, the way his heart rate picks up. He swallows and stares up at the ceiling, waiting for more.

It’s been a few days. Mr. Reeder would leave to go to work every day, and sometimes he’d go somewhere for a night or two. But this has been the longest ever. Jack had woken up and went to sleep eight different times (half were naps, he knew, but even still it was at least four days.) He’s running out of food. Even if he didn’t see Mr. Reeder every day, he at least knew he was home.

Sickening that this is his home.

The door upstairs slams and Jack can’t repress a flinch. He stares up into the darkness, eyes following the sound of heavy footsteps across the floor. The footsteps stop. Jack holds his breath to listen, the only unwelcome sound that of his own heavy heart.

A slamming door is not good. Stomping across the living room is not good. What kind of mood is he going to be in?

Jack gasps and flinches at the sound of Mr. Reeder yelling, a wordless, angry shout, and then something crashes to the ground above him. Another shout and crash. Another. And another.

Mr. Reeder’s throwing things. So it’s safe to say he’s in, what Jack would call, a not good mood.

He tries his best to tune out the sounds above and focus on himself. He needs to calm down before Mr. Reeder gets here, or it’s going to be worse. Freaking out beforehand helps no one, and he ends up being in pain anyway so, you know. What’s the point. Jack closes his eyes (he can’t see anyway) and takes long, deep breaths in through his nose, and out through his mouth. His ribs flare painfully with each inhale, but Jack welcomes it. It grounds him. Lets him know he still exists, in this painful body and dark basement. He still exists.

Unfortunately.

Jack makes himself keep breathing as the footsteps get closer and closer, making their way down the stairs and stopping just outside his door.

It never gets easier. The suspense of waiting for his captor, it just never does. Even if his mind knows it’s going to be the same old same old, his body was terrified. It was tired of being hurt, of being hungry, of being tired and bored.

Sometimes he’s so bored he’s actually excited, not nervous, when Mr. Reeder comes. Oddly enough, this was not one of those times.

The keys jingle. A lock clicks. And Mr. Reeder pushes open the door.

Jack squints against the light from the basement filtering in from the cracked door. He lets out his last inhale and stares down at the heavy boots in front of him. They weren’t originally that dark of brown, but … you know. Blood.

Mr. Reeder just stands there for a moment, staring at his captive. He’s silhouetted against the light so Jack can’t see his expression. Jack waits for him to say something, anything. He doesn’t.

Jack clears his throat. “H-hi Mr. Reeder.”

“Shut the hell up.”

Jack nods, looking at the ground, heart pounding in his ears.

Mr. Reeder’s hand shoots out suddenly, gripping Jack by the hair and hauling him up out of his room. Jack hisses in pain, hands clawing at the fist tangled in his hair. If it was up to him, he would’ve shaved his head ages ago. But Mr. Reeder would never give him a razor.

Jack kicks at the ground, trying his best to get his feet under himself enough to relieve the pressure on his head. His bad leg howls in protest at the sudden actions, but he does his best to push through. As he begins to be dragged up the stairs, Jack grits his teeth to stop from crying out, knee painfully banging against each. Individual. Step.

Each step, Jack is able to brace the pain a little more and become more aware of what exactly was happening.

He is going upstairs. He hasn’t been upstairs since he first got here. The current circumstances are much different than those last time, so why the hell is Mr. Reeder bringing him upstairs?

He begins to fight.

Jack has been doing this a long time. Longer than he actually knows, but he’s positive it’s years. He’s an adult probably old enough to drink. That’s a long time to become a professional at getting your butt kicked. And being a professional victim, Jack knows that the less you struggle, the easier it is. Easier to deal with the pain, faster to get it over with, and easier to stomach your own cowardice… Or resourcefulness. He’s a survivor, that much he knows.

So he only fights back when he’s really scared.

And he has reason to be. When Jack was just a brand new greenie kidnappee, demanding to be let back upstairs, Mr. Reeder had leaned down, close to his face, so close that Jack had to lean away from the smell of the peppermint gum he was chewing.

“The only way you are ever going back up those stairs,” he said lowly, coldly, “is if I want to see your brains on the wall in natural lighting.”

It was the first time that Jack had thought I might not make it out of here alive. It took him a much longer time to accept it.

Apparently he hasn’t accepted it at all, Jack thinks as he wrenches his head out of Mr. Reeder’s grasp and dives to crawl away from him. It was never going to work but he needs to try.

Jack Thatcher was NOT taken away from his mother for years just to be shot in the head by some isolated lunatic. At least, he wasn’t going to without a fight.

Mr. Reeder grabs him easily, yanking him back by his bag leg, stretching it out. Jack can feel poorly healed bones in his knee scraping together, pinching the long disused muscles around them. He let out a shout before Mr. Reeder pulls him by his waist instead, hauling him into a room and slamming the door shut and sitting in front of it, trapping Jack inside.

With nowhere else to go, Jack pushes himself into the corner farthest from his captor, arms protectively shielding his right knee. His chest heaves and he can feel the stupid tightness starting in his throat that happens before he cries. He hates crying in front of Mr. Reeder, but it is continuously unavoidable.

Mr. Reeder sits in front of the door, catching his breath as well. He runs a hand through greasy hair, staring at the ceiling. He sighs heavily, like his life is the one here not worth living.

Tragic.

With his captor temporarily distracted, Jack takes stock of his surroundings. A mattress with no sheets is pushed against the corner opposite himself, some dirty clothes thrown at it’s end. A cracked mirror is attached to a dresser, dust slightly distorting the image of the ceiling. Behind Jack is a window half boarded up, letting a sliver of light into the room, washing over his captor. It looks like it’s golden hour outside.

Jack’s struck with the thought that this is the first time he’s seen the sun since he went down those stairs. Really, since he was thrown into that car as a teenager. He always had a blindfold on, or he was transported at night. The most fundamental, most simple and base thing a human has access to, Jack hasn’t for years. Still just out of reach.

His attention is brought back to Mr. Reeder when he sighs again. He warily looks up at Jack. “You’re lucky you know.” Jack doesn’t move. He’s heard the ‘you should be glad I’m not worse’ speech before. “You have no idea what you’ve missed. No idea… what you’ve been spared. What I’ve spared you from.”

Jack only watches apprehensively. His body is tight, poised like he’s ready to try to run again. Where, with Mr. Reeder blocking the door? That’s for future Jack to find out.

“I didn’t mean to spare you from it,” he goes on. “Heaven knows that wasn’t my intention. I think you could have benefited from being in the middle of it all.” He chuckles and Jack shrinks away even more. “Oh the look on your face would’ve been everything… Oh well. It’s just about over anyway.”

It’s nonsense. Utter nonsense. Mr. Reeder is certifiably insane, no doubt about it. He’s gone on long manic monologues before, Jack’s heard about everything.

He’s never seen Mr. Reeder pull a gun from his waistband though.

He can’t help the sharp intake of breath, the sudden urge to run! Run now! Go! He’s got no idea what to do with it so he just stands up, so quickly it doesn’t even hurt, and backs even further into the corner. Mr. Reeder always threatened that he had a gun but Jack had never had proof until right now.

Mr. Reeder looks at him from under his brows. “Sit down Jack.”

All he can do is shake his head, breaths coming out fast and shallow. The floor is liquid beneath his feet, making his body shake where it stands.

The gun clicks and points right at Jack. “Sit. Down.”

He slides down the wall, hands up. His throat bobs with a swallow, just to do something with his mouth other than sob. Tears fall steadily down his cheeks and his lower lip trembles.

Mr. Reeder, satisfied with Jack’s cooperation, relaxes his grip on the gun, hefting it like he’s simply judging the weight.

“There wasn’t much time,” he says. Jack shifts his focus from the gun to his captor, staring with wide eyes and frayed nerves. “I was trying to think about what to do with you but… I mean there just wasn’t much. I’m not sure I would’ve done anything even if there was. You’ve said it yourself Jack, who wants to die alone?”

His eyes meet Jack’s for the first time and Jack can see… tears. Welling in them. It only terrifies him more. “Mr. Reeder…”

“Shh. Shh sh sh.” He shakes his head, working his jaw. “Do you believe in God, Jack?”

Jack swallows. “I don’t know,” he whispers, voice catching on the words. “I used to.”

“What about heaven and hell? Think those exist?”

Jack can feel the panic claw up his throat, making him want to sob and scream. “I hope so.”

“Hmm… I wonder if hell will be any worse than earth.”

This is it then, Jack thinks. He’s going to take us both out, as a sick end to his sick life. He’s bored of me and now it’s over, it’s all over.

“Mr. Reeder please,” Jack begs, tears blurring him, “please don’t. Don’t do it.”

He furrows his brows, and looks down at the gun. He shakes his head. “See you in hell, Jack.”

#whump #captivity whump #gun tw #my writing

[mimiwrites2000]

Attack On… Podcast!

Archive of Our Own

As the Attack on Titan series comes to an end after ten years, the cast is reunited in hosting a podcast, talking about their times on the set of the filming, their friendships, and all in-between.

And well, shenanigans are inevitable.

Attack on Titan acting AU, as the cast host a podcast, and interview the rest of the cast.

Episode 01

Armin: On that day, mankind received a grim reminder. We lived in fear of the Titans and were disgraced to live in these cages we called walls.

Eren: Wow, you made me travel back so many years, that was so long ago.

Armin: I know… I just love saying it, it's a cool way to start a series–

Eren: Welcome! everyone to the Attack on Titan podcast! Where we share our experiences, stories, and behind the scenes from the set of, Attack on Titan.

Armin: indeed indeed, and we are totally doing this because we want to, not because the production company is forcing us into it–

Eren: Armin–

Armin: and the marketing these days is crazy but here we are! And we are glad to have you around, we don't know how frequent these podcasts would be, but, yeah, anyway, Eren.

Eren: Y-yes? What?

Armin: How are you?

Eren: … you don't know how podcasts work, do you?

Armin: nope.

Eren: Oh Gosh–

Armin: Sooooo for our first segment, we will be reading some of your tweets from Twitter–

Eren: X, it's called X.

Armin: not in my house, so anyway, the first tweet here says, how hard was it to act with all the green screens and dots and all those effects things, while not being able to see any of those effects in real life?

Eren: Good question, I think that, being part of a project for… ten years, you just become part of the set, you know?

Armin: yeah we don't really have to imagine these effects or try to deal with things that we don't see, it's like we are there, it's like we lived those moments, we also had a really great VFX team and artists who gave very clear instructions, and they provided us with draft samples of how these effects would look like, and… well, considering the rumbling, it was quite… not easy.

Eren: you did a great job with that monologue though.

Armin: well, thank you, and do I have to mention it took me over 34 takes?

Eren: oh yeah we got to a point where we were literally reciting his speech with him.

Armin: but they ended up using the first take, which made me proud but equally pissed off.

Eren: they used the first take?

Armin: yup, and yes, you all could've been spared from memorizing that speech.

Eren mocking: get up! You useless piece of shit!

Armin laughing: Oh God.

Eren: you asshole! I-don't-know what other profanities but some sad other hate-speech things!

Armin: oh well…

Eren: no but good job, it was phenomenal, it'll get you many awards. Now for our second question, how much physical exercise do you guys do to stay in shape? I both love and hate this question, because I've never been in such good shape, but at the same time, I don't want to be reminded by all the exercises and diets we used to do…

Armin: yeah, especially you, I mean, I don't have many shirtless scenes soooo…

Eren: Oh you do have one.

Armin: no I don't.

Eren: Oh yes you do! He does! They cut the scene out! 

Armin: hey no! I do not have a shirtless scene!

Eren: yeah sure, pretty sure we'll talk about that scene at one point

Armin: sooooo next question.

Eren: It'll come up, it'll come up.

Armin: so, this question says, favorite drinks? Coffee–

Eren: Rum!

Armin: ok another question, oh this is a good one, so this question says, if you have one thing to change about your characters in the finale, what would you change?

Eren: hmmm, well, for me, personally, I wouldn't change anything about the finale, it was perfect, but, I wouldn't mind more insight into their futures.

Armin: yeah I was going to say the same thing and I think it's because I'm just not over the fact that it's over, we've lived with these characters for over ten years, we can't just let go.

Eren: Yeah, yeah, exactly.

Armin: Well, I mean, it's like, it's weird, you know?

Eren: Yeah I know, but I also would've loved to have more romantic scenes–

Armin: oh there he goes.

Eren: oh come on! Are you complaining about having more romantic scenes? 

Armin: alright yes of course after all that pain and sadness, more romance would've been great, but at the same time, it had the perfect amount of romance.

Eren: You're just saying this because-

Armin: Eren don't–

Eren: –you don't want anyone to question that shirtless scene.

Armin: OK SO, we are done with questions for today, that's it, I don't know how they end podcasts, I don't know what I'm supposed to say here, but I guess follow us to get updates, we will have guests in the following episodes, let us know what you would like to hear, and yes goodnight! 

Eren: Coward! 

Armin: bye bye!

note:

If you saw misspelled words, then no you didn’t

Hope you enjoyed this! This is just a tiny fun thing I’m working on for jokes and laughs while I work on other serious projects

But… anyone wants to record these…? Let me know

#Attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #aot #snk #eren jeager #armin arlert #eren x mikasa #annie x armin #eremika #aruani #reiner braun #bertholdt hoover #mikasa ackerman #levi ackerman #erwin smith #hange zoe #falco grice #gabi braun #and more characters and ships will be added #Sasha blouse #pieck finger

[viharbinger]

How Genshin Men Would Help You Study HCs

pairings: reader x diluc x scaramouche x itto x xiao x heizou (separate)

warnings: heizou's character may be incorrect as we know nothing about him yet, but i tried to read a few descriptions in genshin wiki to make it match his initial personality ^^

a/n: i finished my exams awhile ago and i NEED COMFORT FLUFF

Diluc

Diluc is a really intelligent and smart guy, he's your go-to if you need a tutor!

He'll help you slowly and with every step of the way till you understand it

If you still wouldn't get it I bet you this man won't give up.

He's going to promise you rewards whenever you get something right, and oh, is it rewarding

He'll give you affectionate head pats, kisses and so on if it'll motivate you to keep trying!

And eventually, you did pass your exam!

You made sure to give your thanks to the owner of the dawn winery by giving him all your attention the next day

Scaramouche

He's just so impatient to make you understand every question, he'd get hot from feeling frustrated over it

I can just imagine you two arguing over your answer being right or wrong and when you asked a third party, they told you you were correct!

Scaramouche would slouch in embarrassment the entire time while you struggle to do your work alone, him cursing about how you deserved this for making him look stupid lol

Oh don't get me wrong, he is a smart guy. He just doesn't like to be wrong and insists he's always right

After bribing him with some hot chocolate and long cuddles after, he's suddenly so interested in getting you an A in your test

Itto

Does bringing over snacks and soft drinks count as helping-

I'm sorry but Itto is kind of a dunderhead, information goes in his ears and right out

I imagine you just putting up posters for tutor help and Itto would stop you himself and goes, "What'cha need that for? I'm already smart, just ask me!" Spoiler alert, he isn't

Instead of helping you study, he studies with you! I can see you both just looking over a reference book a million times together, and celebrating everytime you get a question right

He's moping around about how boring it is but at least you studied! I'm going to guess you got a barely passing result for your exam because of how many times you had to help him though

The next day, you two just lazed around in bed the whole day because of how burnt out you were from all that studying, it was some well deserved rest!

Xiao

Another smart man who would help you every step of the way!

He's reluctant at first but after a few trade offers for a couple kisses for some lessons, he agreed to it

He's patient with you and doesn't scold you for making any mistake

He loves watching you get happy from getting a question correct, the smile of your face is probably his favourite part of you

Finally after studying all day and night long, you finished your exam and made sure to finish your end of the deal of giving him a bunch of peppered kisses all over his face, and lotssss of warm hugs!

And as a result, you got high marks in your exam! Xiao is a great teacher and he knows it

Heizou

He's going to try to convince you to cheat, help

No really, he would

Okay, okay, i guess real studying with Heizou would be like:

Him holding your flashcards for you to memorise over, solving a question together, a little makeout session in between,

You got a question right and next thing you know, you're kissing your boyfriend again!

Heizou isn't that great with whatever you're studying for, he's just there for the kisses and your company

He tries his best though. Which is why he's on flashcards duty

Study with Heizou, and i believe you would get a half mark result

#genshin x reader #genshin imagines #diluc x reader #kunikuzushi x reader #diluc ragnivindr x reader #heizou x reader #bee writes #scaramouche x reader #itto x reader #arataki itto x reader #xiao x reader #xiao x reader fluff #scaramouche x reader fluff #scaramouche x you #diluc x you #xiao x you #itto x you #heizou x you

[lennonmurphy]

I dove headfirst into adulthood. Here's what I've learned:

As a recent college grad, I've been overwhelmed by the bitter taste of independence and adulthood. Freedom is good, but the anxiety, fear, and insecurity requires a lot of adjustment. I'd know, considering the first few months of official adulthood for me has resulted in stress-induced alopecia (it's getting better, thank god).

I think I've learned more in the past few months than I have in the last two decades. I'd like to share a few of these things.

You will learn more in your first few months as an independent adult than you ever did at college and that's okay.

From budgeting to time management to mental health, it has been a whirlwind of life lessons for me. I've panicked over more things in the past few months than I ever have in my life, which is borderline impressive considering how anxiety-ridden I am. But, you do learn. And it does get easier.

Sometimes things are scary, but you will always make it through.

Nothing in life is so bad that you can't make it through. There is always a way. You just have to ground yourself with that knowledge and be present. Where are you right now? What can you do, right now? Sometimes you end up creating problems that aren't even there, and you stress yourself out more. It isn't worth it- save your energy. Even when it seems like the end of the world, you get back up.

Time spent on your own is good and necessary.

I can't lie, my biggest fear for most of my life was loneliness. But, being alone doesn't have to mean you are lonely. And, time alone is necessary. Whether you're pursuing passion projects or just relaxing, you need this down time. Otherwise, you'll have no energy to dedicate to anything else. Let yourself recharge.

Some people are brick walls.

I am extremely argumentative. I love debate, and I love winning debates. At times this is a great trait, at other times it is to my detriment. When other people just *won't* hear you out, you've got to know when it's time to call it. Some people truly are brick walls and it isn't worth wasting your energy to convince them of something when they aren't open to hearing that they are wrong. Which leads to another point.

Know when you are wrong.

The inability to admit wrongdoing is often a symptom of young age, but your life gets so much better when you can admit it. It leads to improved communication, and it saves friendships. Plus, why wouldn't you want to improve and get better? Being wrong is not the end of the world. You are a human and you are constantly improving. That is okay!

Slowly, but surely.

This mindset has been saving me recently. I am an instant gratification girly, and I have been learning not to be. Many things in life do not come easy. Just be patient and keep working towards your goals, and don't lose hope.

For the love of god, watch where you are running on trails.

I've been an avid runner for years now, but injury has stopped me from consistently running for a few years. I'm getting back into it now, and I've fallen three times in the past two months on the trails, scraping my knees and pulling muscles. So, if you're trail running, watch the path ahead of you. It'll save you a lot of time (and swearing).

Cats are amazing.

I love cats so much, but wow. Having a cat yourself? Life changing. A complete mental health game changer. I love my cat so much.

Positive self talk does wonders.

It sounds corny, but positive self talk really does help. When I'm running and I feel like stopping (my endurance just isn't what it used to be, but we're getting there) I tell myself "you're doing it!" and "you can! you are!". Gotta say, it does keep you going- and not just for running.

I know I'll definitely continue to learn more. Comes with the territory. Maybe I'll add some updates to this list as I go.

Thank you for reading :)

#my writing #writing #essay #life #life lessons #cats #positive thoughts #positivity #positivevibes #positive mental attitude #positive self talk #happiness #running #adulting #progress #friendship #self care #self improvement #personal #self love #motivation #get motivated #hope #meaning #real life #existence

[creativenicocorner]

2023 Writing Retrospective

That time of, hehe, New Year again folks, to contemplate over the rollercoaster event that was my writing journey of 2023!

I'm surprised by how much I did end up writing more than anything! And how some projects bloomed larger than I would have previously imagined. I'd like to think I've improved as well, which is inevitable made by practicing of course. I'm happier with how I write, despite knowing it isn't perfect (then again nothing is lol)

Trying the NaNoWriMo for the first time really changed things up in my approach I think, I'd like to try giving myself more of a disciplined approach to writing a little every day, even if it's one word...but I also realized just how tired I felt after November...so a soft middle ground will probably have to be found. I might try to use the website for other projects and set the deadline for far longer than just a month...we'll see!

I am happy that I'm not as disappointed with my own writing as I was with it last year...perhaps that too is a part of my growth as a writer. Could I have written more? Sure, but I've been far more wary of pushing myself and getting burned out last year. I need to remember to pace myself, to be kind, and that sometimes writing is just loafing about and doing other things and projects - and then the next thing you know WHAM 200 words pop in your head!

Anyways let's look at those cold hard numbers!!

2023 Total number of..

User Subscriptions: 17 Kudos: 341 Comment Threads: 61 Bookmarks: 81 Subscriptions: 70 Word Count: 107,804 Hits: 5,054

Top five hits/fics of 2023:

Glow Worms or rather: In the Depths of the Safflower Hills

Cold Green Tea and Colder Feet

Refrigerator Problem

Hand Rolled

Chapped Lips

2024 Goals

Honestly? To keep trying to make each new chapter / fic seem a little better than the last. Keep the progress going, while still remembering to be patient with myself (I'm not very patient with myself ^^;; )

I know I mention this often, but I'd like to attempt writing a multi-chaptered fic in its entirety before posting chapters...just once! Just to see what it is like. We'll see, we'll see... I'm not like in a hurry haha

I'd like to try and finish some of my Discworld Multi-chaptered fics...perhaps I'll use one of them in this theory, just to test it out. I'd love to get a new The Runaway's Gamble chapter out (or finish the fic this year, but I'm being soft with my goals this year) as well as get another Trial Runs and Errors chapter out (perhaps even finish the fic to start working on the next one in the Maurice and Lipwig series of shenanigans and adventures)

We'll see where my attention and heart takes me, cause it'd also be nice to get Glow Worms and Refrigerator Problem done

And yet I have so many other projects I'd like to jump into, like a Serizawa-centric serirei fic, or to finish Chapped Lips

I mean I know there's no rule in having to finish something before starting something else...technically I AM kind of working on them despite not posting anything...perhaps this is a way I could give that "finish the whole fic before posting it" a shot, or at least an attempt haha

I hope my quality continues to improve - but most of all I hope things become a little better.

If 2023 has taught me one thing, it's: let myself be surprised. And you know? I'd like to keep that energy moving forward into 2024

Thank you for reading this far!

I hope 2024 is kinder to us all than the last year, and we all grow and getting a little closer to our goals and dreams and happiness. Who knows where we'll be this time next year, hopefully it'll be a little better than today.

Anywho, stay awesome out there - don't forget to be kind to yourself and others.

And be safe

Best wishes!

#Nico blabs into the void #Nico Writes #Retrospective #progress report #Discworld #mp100 #serirei #Moist von Lipwig #The Amazing Maurice #Adora Belle Dearheart #Reigen Arataka #Serizawa Katsuya #Hanazawa Teruki #Teru #Kageyama Shigeo #Shigeo Kageyama

[arklayraven]

So much thoughts to get out over Asmo right now...But not sure exactly how. So gonna just write to see if hopefully things come out right. So expect this to be a post of me just blabbing on about Asmo and stuff. pfff

This is gonna be full of spoilers from lesson 12 btw. So putting a read more now.

I talked about this on another post, but the little detail of Asmo being the type to knock on your door before entering your room. Just was so much to me. I had to mention it again because I loved it lots. ;;

The post btw can be found here in case you're interested in checking it out. Warning. It's angsty lol:

So in this moment with Asmo, we get some backstory, and learned why he paints his brothers nails, as he paints ours...

There's quite a bit here to unpack, so will try my best to get my thoughts out on this.

First of all, Asmo once again shows how sweet and caring he is over his brothers. Especially during the most stressful and depressing of times and situations.

He admits to us he was scared when he first arrived in Devildom. Understandable. The place is a huge unfamiliar place to him, and completely different to the Celestial realm like he described.

Though even through his own personal fears and all. He kept his brothers on mind, and put their possible shared feelings and thoughts into mind too. So much in fact, he came up with a idea in hopes to help everyone feel more connected and less alone. It was a small action, but had so much heart and meaning into it.

I'm wondering how many of the brothers later on figured out, how meaningful having their nails painted by Asmo means to him. If Asmo didn't already state the meaning of it that is to them.

All I can imagine off the top of my head is Lucifer...Since he usually is the one to figure these things out in time I feel. Though maybe it was revealed from other characters in time, that I just can't recall or am unaware of.

Then there's Satan I gotta mention here...I'm sure in time he learns to warm up to the fact he's gonna get his nails painted always. Whether he likes it or not. pff But seeing him admit awhile back he felt he didn't belong and all to the family. Just made this little moment from Asmo even more huge to me. Asmo really was trying hard to do everything he could to help Satan feel part of the family, that he belonged and all. Yes Asmo can come off strong in times, but he had his good reasons, and his heart was always in the right place in the end.

Then there's the fact Asmo tells us all of this, while painting our nails, to show and say we are apart of them too. Asmo... 💕😭

Personal talk time: Will not deny the fact I did cry over hearing this from him. Since personally, I never felt I truly belonged or fitted into any group or peoples lives. Even if I have friends here and all, I still often feel like a outcast I guess...So just hearing him say he's painting your nails to show you you're one of them, are apart of the family. Just is such a small act but hugely meaningful thing to me. 💗 (It hit me so much in the heart honestly. That I finally attempted to paint my nails again similar to Asmo's style. So that should say a lot. lol)

Now here's what Asmo says afterwards that really expresses how truly huge his heart is...If you still didn't already know by now.

This side of Asmo seems to be the same whichever time I feel now. Only differences from here and og OM time...In this moment, he's not drunk. So he's not being selfishly true and raw with his thoughts and feelings towards us.

In NB, we can tell Asmo is hiding his true feelings about us possibly wanting to go back home. Since he's putting our feelings and wants first before his own. Even if it'll kill him inside to see us leave, he'll put our wants/desires first. Especially because he personally can understand how that feels and can relate with us.

While in og OM, the present/future, he's drunk yeah, but very upfront on his feelings over us. Since he gets very emotional while he's drunk. He states well and clear he doesn't want us to go. He wants us to stay there forever with them/him. He still cares and loves us sure, but he can't deny what his hearts wants too. Which happens to be us now...In the end of course, he lets us go. Which we had to do, whether we liked to or not because of plot. But we can leave knowing now, how he truly felt about us. How much, he truly loves us and cares about us.

Perhaps we'll see this raw emotional side of him again over us(not drunk of course) in the end of NB main story. However that might end of course...

I feel this quote honestly fits him so well even more now:

“If you love something, set it free. If it comes back, it's yours. If not, it was never meant to be.”

He's a big romantic, its in his nature of course. Though we know once he desires to be with someone. That's that. He never wants to let them go.

However, he wants them to always be happy and do what feels right and best to them. Even if that means he's not part of the picture in that decision...Though I'm sure, he's hoping really hard, if we were to go back home...He'll be waiting for us to come back, just for him. Or even better, stay to just be with him. Which would be a huge sacrifice for sure on our part, but a huge show of how true and devoted our love for him is to him. Which would mean everything to him.

So yeah. Asmo can come off seeming quite selfish and self centered in times, but that isn't truly the case. In the end, he always puts others happiness, needs, wants and desires before his own. As he's shown time and time again when it comes to us and his brothers, and others too he came across in his life. 💕

Now to end this post pff...

I'm happy to see some people finally are realizing this all about Asmo, and are giving him a chance now compared to the og game/story.

I know Asmo hasn't been given the best treatment from the devs, and sometimes the fans too I've noticed. Since they only see him as a annoying sex driven demon. But he's more than just the sin he's the avatar of now...Yeah he's still a demon, but he has much heart and care for his family and for us too. As well he's such a great character if you actually give him a chance to see who he really is.

Also, if there's anyone you can go to who will listen to you vent/rant your feelings out for hours, with no filters needed and all. I personally feel he's the best one to go to.

Of course though, he'll want to do your nails and all while that happens, a small price to pay sure, but will be worth it in the end I feel. Just to have someone fully listen to you and possibly give some needed comfort and helpful advice in return. Especially when it comes to love either in the form of one self or from/to another. 💖

#;little raven speaks #;little raven plays nightbringer #obey me nightbringer #obey me nightbringer spoilers #obey me asmodeus #obey me asmo

[down2illusions]

Notecard: Message Sent

Focus Ship: Marc Spector/ Steven Grant x Reader

Word Count: 1205

Content: Second person POV, focus mostly on Reader (no use of Y/N), Surprise flowers, unsigned notecards,, Steven trying to be funny and Marc being soft, hurting Marc’s feelings a little 🤏 bit, lightly implied mental health struggles for reader, obvious clues, slight cliffhanger for an end credit scene

Summary: You received flowers from an unknown sender while at work. You don’t know who sent them, but they need to stop psychologically attacking you with positive messages. 

A/N: This is my first fic for Moon Knight and I’m trying to get comfortable with writing the characters. I'd appreciate it if you can tell me how I did so I can improve. I hope you enjoy the read, if not, happy scrolling!

A white note card poked into your fingertips. The black ink from a felt-tipped pen forced you to keep the card in your hands. You could fidget all you wanted, but never put it down. 

Don’t stress yourself out too much, Sunshine. I promise it'll brighten up. 

Ironic how this message, short and sweet, made your hair turn white the longer you stared. 

The first time you read it, a quick glance more than anything, it was a surprise. Marc and Steven wouldn’t send flowers to your job, but the card wasn’t signed by anyone. Contrary to what a few of your coworkers believe, you had no clue who sent you the flowers the note card was attached to. There wasn’t much time to dwell, work had to continue.

The second time you scanned the print, it was because the tiny, white flowers gazed at you through the bush of sunflowers. You gave into the pleading eyes, picking the card out of the stand. The second read turned into a third, then forth, then you stopped. You blinked fast with the card inches from your face. If you were to almost cry over two sentences on a piece of paper, then you would rather be at home.

You left the room to go to the restroom and collect yourself. You tried to put it out of your mind, but the words seared into your brain. You didn’t know who sent you those flowers, but they’ve seen you.

Now that you’re home, your eyes cycle through the two sentences again and again. No matter how many times you read it, the words stay the same– as hard as it was to believe that someone would send you these.

Your eyes linger on the promise,  a rock thrown through a window. How did they know you were having a hard time in the first place? You stay up into the early hours of the morning, but you don’t tell anyone you were tired. You walk out the door everyday after you made sure you looked well enough. No matter what’s thrown your way, you don’t let it stop you. You swallowed, your grip tightened on the note card. Were you not as good as you thought you were?

If this stranger was able to find out, does this mean Marc and Steven were catching on too? If they already caught on, they would say something, right? 

The atmosphere thickened, the flowers on your desk stared back with vicious intent. You couldn’t let anyone know what they meant to you, but the idea of throwing them away left a tear in your gut.

An image from the corner of your eye pulled you out of the haze and spiral snapping your head toward Steven. He had a pamphlet and a thicker book in his hands along with a lingering smile on his face. His bag was on the arm of your couch, open, in front of the door, and his spare-key hung on the tiny shelf next to the door. Your eyes landed on him as quickly as they left. Your throat tightened. He was looking at you, past you, and probably through you, as well.

Before he was able to ask any questions, you answered, “Sorry I didn’t get the door, I’m trying to figure out who sent me these and I didn’t hear you.” You tilted your head slightly toward the flowers turning your attention to the paper again. 

Steven’s smile came back on his face. “It’s alright, we all have our days. Although, whoever sent these must have good taste. How’d you know it wasn’t us,” he asked, placing the items on the couch. 

You shook your head, “Neither of you send me flowers...”

Dense clouds rolled into the room, the tear in your stomach doubled. “I give you flowers…” There was no accent, only the echo of your bad choice of words and a sickening feeling in your head. 

With wide eyes, you stammered to find a grasp on your sentence. “Sorry, not what I meant-“ you mustered. You put the notecard down and got up from the chair. Marc got you carnations a few weeks ago, “you do give me flowers–”  the box of dried flowers, a handful from each bouquet, came to memory– along with the notecards he and Steven wrote paperclipped together in your desk drawer. “You give me a lot of flowers, and I love them, and I love you, I appreciate you, you’re an amazing partner– Steven, you’re also an amazing partner and– “

Your hand was lifted up, Marc’s thumb caressing the back of it as he smiled with a slight nod. “We know…”

The tension leaves the room allowing you to breathe. Gazing at the hands quietly you explained, “you wouldn’t have flowers delivered to my job. My coworkers are very nosey. Even if you wanted them all in our business, I know you’d give them to me or at least sign the card. Y’know?”

“So who got you those?”

You shook your head. “That’s what I’m trying to figure out, but they didn’t sign the card or put anything useful. It’s just telling me to ‘be positive!’”, you finished with playful mockery.

Marc laughed alongside you lowering your hands. “So what are you planning on doing with them,” he asked looking at the flowers. 

“Keeping them, I guess. I can’t just throw them away.”

“Yeah, it really brightens up the place. It also distracts from all the papers you have lying around.” 

“I’m working on it,” you pull your hand out of his and give him a light shove.

“You’ve been “working on it” for a while now.”

“It’s a process,” you said walking over to your desk. Admittedly, Marc had a point. The mess was spreading to every conceivable flat surface. You grabbed the nearest heep and straightened out the papers then started topping it with whatever loose sheets and notebooks came into your sight. 

“Maybe we should head to the shops,” Steven said, joining you at your desk. ”We can’t have some random person showing us up, yeah? I can also tell you about the new display.”

The flowers stood out against the navy sky beyond the window, the smaller buds were no longer vicious. They were only flowers, nothing more. ”Yeah.” You put down the papers, then slid the notecard under the vase. You glimpsed at the name the sender called you. Sunshine. The sender didn’t intend on throwing a rock through the window. Yeah, we should go,” you smiled at Steven. 

You spent too long staring at that notecard. You can worry about the details another time.

 —

You walked into the breakroom where a new vase of sunflowers sat. One of your coworkers told you it was here before opening. You approached the flowers and went right for the note with no time to waste– it was bad enough you came in late, you didn’t need another distraction. 

It was a different note card, one with a fancy design on the back of the card, instead of plain white. You flipped it over to find the pretty print of ballpoint ink.

It’s okay to relax a little. Have a great day, Sunshine.

–JL

#if I have to deal with my mediocre writing so do you #marc spector x reader #steven grant x reader #moon knight x reader #jake lockely x reader #Marc Spector x reader fluff #Steven grant x reader fluff

[progmanx]

I'm gonna lay all of this out right now so it is on the record, and I probably should have done this last week when I actually saw that Ch115 of Black Lagoon was out (and that apparently all of the previously untranslated ones had been translated officially on Viz in like March??? Is the series ending or are they just doing this for everything?) but hear me out:

Majeur is Yukio's older sister.

Okay. I'll explain. I know, "just because they are both from Japan doesn't mean they're related!" and I agree. This would not have crossed my mind if not for the GIANT KABUKI TATTOO on her upper body.

We're gonna circle back to this. Keep it in your brain. Also, I can't believe it but Rei Hiroe actually crafted a scenario where swimsuits were entirely necessary to the story.

That is not a joke. We're gonna get there. Need to set some things up for you.

Majeur apparently had a younger sister according to her former comrades, and the previous Auriculaire (the blonde that kept screaming Majeur was a lesbian) was someone she was so protective of she is still not okay about her death in "L'homme Sombre".

I do not have Vol 12 digitally, so trust me on this one.

I must've read 114 and 115 about fifteen times at this point because I kept finding little things that are so damned interesting (that's a different discussion but no surprise I love it) and at first I'm thinking "well this is the calm before the storm" because that's a no brainer. The comparisons between Revy and Majeur, and the little jokes about "it'll be confusing if one of us dies because we both have tattoos, are Asian women, and you want to ALSO have two guns?" and just a ton of other small and large things would, in any other story, be giant death flags for Revy.

I don't think that's where we're going. I think it's somewhere WAY more interesting considering we already know Majeur's #1 priority is survival and has no real loyalty to Balalaika.

Because all of these little pieces (the diving, teaching her to tie the rope, how the city works; basically everything she ever taught Rock and a few things she learned from Rock...) start to add up about Revy's growth as a person, and how many callbacks and connections are being made to the entirety of the story, combined with Revy breaking up a barfight before it starts between Majeur and Eda (holy shit???) and it paints a picture that is screaming right in our face.

Classic Hitchcock suspense. The bomb under the dinner table that the guests don't know about, but we do. We don't know when it will go off. Only that it will.

Gonna hit you with some stuff.

I don't think it is an accident that Revy's "dream" is wanting people to shoot her in the face and not the back, because she sure as hell lives by it.

I don't think it is an accident that Revy explicitly mentions she has been to Japan in front of Majeur and recognizes the word kabuki (remember!!!) I don't think it is an accident that Majeur is about to say her name at the end of 113 and Rock stops her, trying to be a "cool guy" because on the one hand he is correct, you can be someone else.

Start over. He did. Revy did. Dutch totally did. Balalaika did. Feng did. On the other hand, narratively, what is the one name that exists for a Japanese person to have that would carry any significance?

The one name that the only two people in existence would hear and have a visceral reaction to, as they are the only ones who know what actually happened?

Washimine.

Yukio Washimine.

It gets better, though. Remember that kabuki tattoo? I could go into what each one represents, and they're pretty neat, but more importantly...

He's quoting the play "Sukeroku". Listen, you don't do this TWICE. You don't show us this super specific thing TWICE and not have it be a giant neon sign. This is no damned accident, and it makes sense.

Jane came back. Roberta came back. Why not Tokyo? Throw in Takenaka (this would be INSANE and I am so here for it) and you've got the full set.

Majeur asking about honor when she's taken hostage by Rock, Revy, and Shenua and Rock's response being "That's a mafia thing" suddenly has quite a bit more weight to it.

We know the Washimine group were without a proper leader for a long time, which is what lead to their desperation in calling in Hotel Moscow to deal with the Kosa Kai. A teensy bit of conjecture, but "things happened" is probably about "my dad, the Yakuza boss, was murdered and I fled the country"

Why did Yukio stay behind? Could be that they're half-sisters. Same dad, different moms. Could be a lot of things.

Yukio took up the mantle, Chaka got his hands chopped off, Balalaika holds Rock at gunpoint in a parking garage, etc. We know that story; it's absolutely amazing and needs no reiteration even this many years later.

What does this mean? Why does this matter? Well, Majeur and Ginji both went up against Balalaika and Revy. The latter is dead because he had a reason to live; he wasn't focused on survival.

Majeur? She lost her Yukio. The first time was literal. The second time was in Nigeria. She stopped trying to go after Balalaika and Revy because there wasn't any point to it. She had no one to protect. No one to fight for.

And there's one more thing...

Yeah, man. I think this is essentially Yukio back from hell itself to take revenge on Balalaika. Revy's just the one who shot Ginji. She isn't responsible for the complete eradication of the Washimine group, and she has been trying to help Majeur because she obviously sees way too much of who she used to be in her.

Rock helped Garcia with Roberta, and they told him to fuck off...and rightfully so. It got dark. What dragged him out of the funk? Helping himself, Feng, in a way that was far less destructive and much more productive. What I imagine some have forgotten is that Revy also had an expy (this whole series is just parallel and intersecting character arcs and foils with the strangers who come to down I love it so so much) that told her to fuck off just as much, if not much more effectively and painfully: Fabiola.

Fabiola never needed her help. She just thought she did. Majeur actually does benefit from Revy's advice because, shockingly enough, she isn't filled with nearly as much hate or bitterness as she used to be.

Feng and Majeur were basically the 'second chances' for Rock and Revy respectively, after "The Dance of Death". Take it back further, and this whole thing really could have been trying to make up for how things went down in Tokyo, as Yukio and Ginji were far more explicit and direct foils than Roberta, Garcia, and Fabiola ever were.

And this isn't even getting into the Balalaika side of things. That's a whole other conversation. God, I love this series so damned much!

Revy making a bet with Balalaika with Majeur as the---oh, shit, right, I don't have Vol 12 digitally, but you just have to trust me that Hiroe did bring the "people are like dice" concept again, but it was REVY who did it. It was when they're driving Majeur after she starts talking, and Revy responds with something like "Why do you care? You already threw your dice."

Majeur has direct access to Balalaika at some point in the future. She has the perfect ticking time bomb of a motive to want her dead, and Revy's gamble might make Majeur too well connected and too skilled to be stopped before it is way too late.

No idea how this will pan out, but I fucking love this series.

#black lagoon #meta

[the-rarest-sexiest-coinkydink]

So, not that I just re-read all the fics under Frank this weekend, but I was wondering, request wise, if you were thinking of making a part two of "Subtle as a Brick".

If not ... could you if you have time amongst the sexy-ness?

❤️❤️❤️🪦

Ps, if not that is cool too. We all have lives...

The Elephant in the Room (Frank Iero x reader)

Summary: part 2 for Subtle as a Brick. If you haven't read it: a) you're missing out, and b) you might want to before reading this one. It'll still make sense if you don't, but it'll definitely be more satisfying if you do.

Word count: 1782

Warnings: it's suggestive, but not actually horny. Thought yous deserved a nice cutesy one for once

AN: for my dear Graveyard anon. Since you asked so nicely 😘

It was starting to get a bit ridiculous.

In the three weeks since they'd caught the relationship secretly blossoming under their noses, Ray and the Way brothers still hadn't actually caught their bandmates doing anything that could be interpreted as anything other than just friendly while they were awake. And seeing as none of them could agree on when and how to approach them about the subject, things were still going on as normal. Or at least, they were all acting like it was. Frank and (y/n) were still making every effort to conceal their secret. Gerard, Ray and Mikey were doing their best to pretend they had no idea that anything was happening between them, for now. It wasn't like they had anything bad to say about the two of them being together - they'd always been incredibly close friends, and they did make a pretty sweet match. It just made things a little awkward when they were all together sometimes.

Now that they all knew it was going on, the little things they'd missed before were obvious. The gentle creaking noises as one slipped into the other's bunk in the dead of night, and returned to their own when morning came. When it was Frank's turn to get the snacks, he'd always give (y/n) their stuff first, or make sure that the largest portion went to them. The way they made excuses to stand as close to each other as possible, blaming the cold weather, or the after effects of a bad hangover, or someone else's nonexistent annoying habit. Now that they knew what to look for, it was impossible not to see.

The three of them were just too chicken to break the ice.

The problem was solved, however, completely out of the blue. A week before tour was due to end, while the other three had been off exploring the little town they had stopped for fuel in, Frank and (y/n) had stayed behind in the bus. So naturally, the others had spent the entirety of their excursion talking about their best friends, wondering just how to broach the subject. They were hoping the universe would give them an easy conversation starter - one of them accidentally saying 'I love you' to the other while the three of them were around, holding each others hands, slipping up and revealing just who had left so many marks all over (y/n)'s neck. They did, of course, suspect that they might be up to something right in that very moment, taking advantage of an empty bus. But they also knew that neither of them were stupid - the risks of getting caught would be very high, so they would probably be as careful as possible.

Naturally, the universe took that request for an opportunity and went in a slightly different direction with things. So when Mikey, Gerard and Ray arrived back at the bus, arms laden with snacks and comics, they were greeted with the sight of Frank pinning (y/n) against the door to the sleeping area, glued together at the lips, his hands very obviously under their shirt. The fly of his jeans was undone, and you'd have to have been born without eyes to miss the prominent tent there.

For a few seconds after the couple pulled apart, looking like a pair of deer in the headlights, the five of them just stood there in shock. None of them had a clue how to handle this. (y/n) was the first to move, swiftly zipping Frank's jeans back up and pressing their hoodie into his arms, giving him the chance to preserve what little was left of his dignity. Both of them were red enough to be mistaken for fire hydrants, frozen on the spot as they waited to see what their friends had to say.

Tossing his bag onto the little dining table, Gerard gestured to the bench seat that ran along the length of the living area. Ray and Mikey sat in the middle, while he sat in one corner and the embarrassed couple sat in the other. "You, uh... you guys wanna sit down?" They all settled on the couch, unsure of who should start. Several times, one person would open their mouth for a second, think about which of the words racing around their brain were the best to use, and then promptly give up. After a while, he decided to just keep going. Otherwise they wouldn't get anywhere. "We've known about you two for like, three weeks now. So you know. We aren't mad about it or anything."

The two of them visibly relaxed, Frank tangling his fingers with (y/n)'s - glad that he could do so openly now. "Seriously? God, that's a relief. We... we just weren't sure how you'd react, you know?"

"Yeah, I get that." He smiled, picking at a hole in the knee of his jeans. "We were kinda hoping you guys would bring it up first. We couldn't really figure out how to do it without it sounding like we disapproved."

"So you don't?" The nervousness was clear in (y/n)'s voice, even as they pressed into Frank's side. "Cause we thought maybe... I don't know, you'd think it was a bad thing. A distraction from the band, or something."

Mikey snorted. "No way, it's great. In the last month or so, Frank's been way less aggressive to the rest of us on stage. I haven't had anything swung at me in at least three weeks. It's nice performing without being worried about imminent concussion, you know?"

Frank looked a little sheepish as the others laughed. "Yeah, well. Figured that I didn't have to show off any more, seeing as they'd said yes to me."

"So how long has this been a thing?"

The two of them looked at each other for a moment, doing some silent maths before (y/n) frowned thoughtfully. "Huh. It's probably been... five months. No, nearer six, come to think of it."

"Wait, what?" Gerard, Ray and Mikey were collectively sweeping the floor with their hanging jaws - none of them had expected to hear that. In fact, they'd had a bet running since the day after they'd made their discovery; Gerard said it had been going for two and a half weeks, Mikey thought a month, and Ray had suggested that it might have been the first time anything like that had happened between them. Clearly, each of them were a million light years away from being right.

An arm around his lover's waist, he shrugged. "Yeah, that sounds about right."

"Six whole months?" Mikey just couldn't fathom it. "But... that means..."

"Yeah, around the end of the last tour we both kinda worked out we were feeling the same things, so decided to give it a go. Here we are, I guess. It's weird thinking of it like that."

Nuzzling at his shoulder, (y/n) sighed. "How did you find out anyway? We've been so careful."

Digging his phone out of his pocket, Mikey showed off the picture he'd snapped a few weeks prior. "Just got lucky. It was the morning after we'd had the late checkout from the hotel, remember? When we all bundled into the bus at like three in the morning and just crashed. I woke up, spotted two pairs of feet in one bunk, and investigated. And it was, uh... pretty obvious that it wasn't just sleeping that you'd been doing together." His cheeks were pinking up again, so he just stopped talking. It was blatantly obvious to both himself and the others that had they got back to the bus any later, they may well have walked in on their friends, quite literally catching them in the act. And that was not a mental image any of them particularly wanted to dwell on.

"Damn, we thought we got away with that!" They groaned playfully, putting a hand to their forehead with mock despair. "Clearly neither of us will be winning any Oscars any time soon."

Ray raised an eyebrow. "Well, (y/n)'s neck being practically leopard-print didn't help your case. I don't think I've ever seen that many hickeys on one person in real life before."

That comment made both of them flush a delightful pink, and he grinned, wagging a warning finger at the pair. "Look, we're obviously cool with you two being a thing. Honestly, it's adorable. You suit each other pretty well. Just, try not to be too loud if we're all on the bus, okay? If I have to listen to what you call each other in bed I might actually bleach my brain."

Frank shrugged. "Well, you've never heard us before. Shouldn't be a problem."

A sort of horror dawned over their faces, and Gerard choked on his voice for a moment. "Wait, you've actually had sex on the bus? While we were here? Oh gross, we thought you'd just waited for hotel nights."

"Nope. Some nights we just couldn't help ourselves."

"At least tell me you stuck to your own bunks."

There was a moment of awkward silence where Frank and (y/n) exchanged looks, their gazes trailing to the spot on the couch just left of where Mikey was sitting. The others followed where they were looking, groaning as they realised what those looks implied.

"Dude, that's disgusting!"

"Oh, please tell me you cleaned up properly after yourselves."

Mikey was a shade paler than usual as he stood up. "Okay. If you don't mind, I'm gonna go and shower for the next five years in the hope that I never have to think about... that, ever again." He stalked off to the back of the bus looking thoroughly traumatised.

Giggling, Frank leant in to kiss his lover - and flinched back as a well aimed bag of chips hit him square in the face.

"Get a room, losers!"

Well, it was nice to know they were okay with them being a couple, at least. They'd get used to the public displays of affection soon enough.

Hopefully.

#mcr #my chemical romance #frank iero #frank iero x reader #fluff #wholesome #cute shit #fic #drabble #oneshot #everyone loves some cute stuff #i do love a good part 2 #this one's been kicking about in my drafts for a while and it feels GOOD to get it out #gender neutral reader #non binary reader

[blot-squisher]

If you’re still doing the SFW alphabet can you do the deathslinger? I don’t really see him a a lovey dovey person but I do see him just adopting anyone who sticks by him.

I will gladly keep doing SFW alphabet until I run out of characters❤️

SFW Alphabet Ask Meme for Surviving the Game Deathslinger

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?) Caleb is a master at giving compliments, but he doesn't give them out often. When he does, you'll know he means every word of it. Otherwise, his affections are shown subtly in day to day activities. The way he watches you, or smiles slightly when he knows you're looking but thinks he doesn't. That's just for you.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?) Hard working and not afraid to get dirty, Caleb appreciates people with the same attitude. You'll know he's starting to consider you a friend when he offers you a cup of coffee or whiskey and invites you to sit down with him.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?) Caleb isn't used to cuddling. Most of his time has been spent on the back of a horse or sleeping on the hard ground. If you do manage to find a good spot to cuddle though, he'll wrap an arm around you and hold you close. It gets cold out there at night after all.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?) Settling down has never been in the cards for the Deathslinger. Bounty hunting was a hard life, one he wasn't expecting to come out of alive. He can cook pretty well, but only over a campfire. Put him in front of a stove and chances are he'll burn the house down. Caleb cleans selectively. Some things are better with a good coat of dust after all.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?) Although he wouldn't mince words, he wouldn't try to be hurtful about it. He'd tell you the truth, attempt to end things peacefully, then move on with his life.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?) Commitment is incredibly important to Caleb, but marriage is a young man's game. He's fine with having a steadfast partner, but don't expect him to ever allow the government to get involved.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?) Although he's lived a rough life, Caleb knows how to use his hands softly. Tinkering and inventing isn't all about hitting something with a hammer. Living the way he did taught him a lot about reading people. Able to gauge peoples moods with a glance, he often uses it to his advantage. Whether or not he's trying to bait you into a fight will determine how gentle he is with his words...

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?) Caleb has never been much of a hugger. The only time you should be getting that close to someone is to stab them or pick their pocket. But for his partner? He'll make an exception.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?) Caleb has never been much of a talker, preferring show over tell. But when he does finally say it, it'll be in a quiet moment where it's just the two of you.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?) Caleb has seen too many good men do stupid things while giving in to jealousy. Although he may not get jealous often, when he does he tends to take a step back and examine the issue before proceeding. He's absolutely still going to shoot his rival, but he'll make sure he doesn't do it in a spur of the moment fit of rage.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss their partner? Where do they like to be kissed?) Gentle at first, but he can get rough when he starts getting into it. Caleb has a preference for using his hands more than his mouth, but he enjoys kissing along the inside of his partners legs if he's going to. He doesn't mind being kissed, but along his collarbone is the sweet spot.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?) Although he's not interested in being a father, he knows how to interact with kids. He doesn't mind them, but he's not afraid to be stern with them if they starting misbehaving.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?) Up with the sun and usually found tinkering with something over a strong cup of coffee.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?) Up late drinking around a fire or playing poker. Don't play cards with him he cheats

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?) Not one to talk just to fill the silence, it might take some digging on your part to get him to open up. He's not trying to be cagey, he just isn't used to sharing.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?) Caleb isn't difficult to anger, but he knows how to keep his cool. At least... most of the time.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about their partner? Do they remember every little detail they mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?) Caleb makes it a habit to remember little things. Actions speak louder than words, and giving his partner something he knows they'll like it one of his main ways to show his affection.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in their relationship?) The first time you made something with him. It didn't matter if it worked perfectly or blew up spectacularly. All that matters is that you had a hand in making something new, together.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect their partner? How would they like to be protected?) Caleb doesn't believe in leaving a man behind, but for his partner, he'll fight an army alone with one arm tied behind his back. Unlike many of the others, Caleb is used to (and even prefers) fighting together. As long as you've got his back, he's happy.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?) Although it may not look like it from the outside and it may not be some big extravagant event, you'll be able to see the time and effort he went to to make something specifically for you.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?) The man smokes and chews tobacco like most people breathe. He loves to gamble, but he hates to lose so don't be surprised if he seems to magically pull a win out of his hat most times... It's cause he cheats

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?) More than most people might expect. He's very proud of his mustache and takes good care of it.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without their partner?) Yes. He's lost a lot of people, but losing someone he cares about that much would be something he'd never really get over.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.) Although he never wanted kids of his own, he will adopt any and every stray 'child' that shows up on his doorstep.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?) Don't be lazy. It's one thing if you are physically unable or having a bad day, he gets that, he's got a bum leg. Sometimes you need a break. But if you can and simply refuse for no good reason, there's going to be a problem.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?) This man can and will sleep sitting upright. It can be hard to get comfortable with his leg the way it is and years in the saddle taught him to sleep anywhere and anytime he gets the chance.

#sfw alphabet #surviving the game fic #caleb quinn #the deathslinger #ask meme #q&a

[haru-chi]

The True Identity of Matoba Seiji's sister?

this is something that's been on my mind lately, I may be overthinking this and reading too much into things. I have a crazy theory on my mind so thought I wanna share it before I explode by myself xD

what I have next are from chapters yet to be translated so if you don't wanna be spoiled then don't continue reading :)

before I start I just wanna emphasize all of what I'm gonna say is purely my own theories and ideas, also my Japanese is bad so I might make some mistakes thus if you noticed anything I'd be glad if you can correct me ^^

lastly, I don't know how long this post will turn out to be so sorry in advance ><

-What about Shinobu?

i want to start with this first to clear out the way, of why I don't believe Shinobu to be Seiji's sister. but another twist from Midorikawa-sensei (I mean how many times did she makes us suffer in figuring out the true identity of Seiji's sister for me to trust her easily now)

she started and ended this chapter in a way that makes you believe that Shinobu is THE miss Matoba but is she really ??

Shinobu said "really? thank you I'm glad to hear that"

is that enough to point out to herself and not to someone she knew perhaps? for example, she knew Seiji's sister or work for her so she's happy to hear someone praise her?

I really don't trust her since her deep knowledge of the exorcist world means she's not normal therefore she's in it one way or another but in what form I don't know yet, yup yup even her being Seiji's Sister isn't even 0% but I just find it weird and doesn't add up for now for me ...

I mean she can't even see the Yokai!! (Unless she lied which I doubt) now tell me, is a future leader of the Matoba clan someone who can't see Yokai? we all know what that means for a successor of an exorcist family to lose the sight. plus, if I'm not mistaken, the talk was that Seiji was more powerful than her which's why he was picked over her despite being the youngest so it was not because he was able to see the Yokai unlike her ... in short, his sister should be able to see the Yokai but Shinobu can't!!!

"a long-haired, elegant well-dressed woman"

and this important detail by Tanuma's investigation worth taking into note, since if the thief is truly Seiji's sister, then that's NOT Shinobu unless you consider Shinobu having a long-hair xDD

so you see now why I don't believe her to be Seiji's true sister (I have other reasons but we'll come up to it next)

-If not Shinobu then who?

now we're back to square one huh, Midorikawa-sensei sure love to torture us in this arc and tease us to no end while making us suffer (which's why I love you tho ~)

before I point out to who I believe to be his sister I wanna point out to something else so you can see my line of thinking :)

listen, I don't know how or why I thought that other than I followed my intuition since I read too much into Seiji's character while thinking and linking things together (this guy is making me go crazy! I'm so sorry I have nothing better to back me up here so bear with me please ><)

we all know that Seiji doesn't like divination and guess what, I believe the reason of why is that lies with his sister one way or another.

please DON'T ask me why I think so since it's hard to explain without sounding insane xDD

BUT IT'LL MAKE SENSE I PROMISE JUST WAIT FOR IT!!!

I mean this sweet, lovely chapter was in fact a soft set-up for this Miss Matoba arc which thinking about it now let me laugh that Midorikawa-sensei did it to us yet again lol

okay okay, stop this and just tell us who is this Miss Matoba already !!!

now let's review what we believe are hints to Seiji's sister

someone with a blond long hair

someone who should be able to see Yokai but we've yet to know if this person can or can't (meaning someone NOT Shinobu)

Someone who love or do divination (since Seiji hates it)

someone we never get to know their REAL names (again aside from Shinobu)

someone having an interest in anything Yokai related

someone who should be in this arc.

now tell me, does anyone comes to mind maybe ? someone whom for some reason mysteriously disappeared ever since she set foot into the auction perhaps ??

true, I meant her. Kurara or whatever her name is. no matter which way I slice it she just fit everything in my mind so I just can't help but think she is the REAL Miss Matoba. her disappearing ever since she dropped Natsume isn't really helping her case tbh. she also love and do divination which just so fit with my idea that his sister have something to do with divination which's why he isn't a big fan to that ><

and I said it to a friend, I just won't believe who's Seiji's sister till I see them both facing each other so nope I won't fall for Midorikawa-sensei trap AGAIN!!!

I know this might be far-fetched but I just couldn't stop thinking about it since alot was bothering me and I read into many things too much maybe but I HAD to let it out my chest so yup here you have it <3

-Bonus :Ultra small crazy theory

this one is ... ummm... listen... I know Seiji is making me go crazy and this one I just DON'T have any proof to really back it up like him hating divination because of his sister so just take this with grain of salt ... it just ... I WANTED TO JUST SHARE IT SINCE MY FIREND WAS GONNA KILL ME OF HOW CRAZY I AM TO COME UP WITH THIS !!!!

i mean if I said ... Kuro Misa (Black Misa) might refer to two people will you say I'm going crazy? haha ha ha

Seiji is very handsome indeed, but would you describe him as "doll-like beauty" ?? (you are to me at least, don't worry) not with that eyepatch at least, right ? if there's someone whom I would say is a "doll-like beauty." it would be Kurara.

one line hit me as being weird and my mind went "wait!! is it possible?!! what if ...!!!!" ever since I moved with the line of thoughts that Kurara is Seiji's sister ... umm... it's rumors and I know people never really know much about Kuro Misa ... but certain line felt off to me which was "she was beautiful like a doll" when describing Kuro Misa before we know it was actually Seiji's other hidden identity.

Kuro Misa wear a black veil that no one ever saw her face or have any idea what kind of a person she is, so it won't be far-fetched for people not to notice if it's two different person under the veil.

and it didn't help my case that this arc started with Kurara like this ... even Natsume thought she was Kuro Misa ><

this brings me to think that, what if Seiji created Kuro Misa in respond to his sister? so that he can keep an eye on her movement or to at least be in the same circle as her. which's why he picked such a character that is so unlike him since he just hate divination so why bother being known as someone famous of such a thing?? (I swear this man deserve all the respect for all the things he just do to protect his clan but no one ever appreciate it T^T)

Seiji also said that wearing a veil is very helpful since it will help him to recognize the faces of anyone whom tries to come closer to him to uncover his secrets, but what if a hidden/indirect meaning is also that if someone whom thought he was his sister thus come closer to talk to him that would help him recognize his enemies or the people his sister tried to make contact with to let them join her side in her fight against the Matoba clan !!

I know all of this might not make any sense, and as I said this one is just a very crazy theory of mine that won't be true mostly but was fun to think about .. if I hit it close to the truth I'd be very shocked of myself tbh xDD

if you read it to the end I just thank you for bearing with me and my crazy thoughts and theories ~

don't mind my english if it sounded weird or such, not my native language.

If anyone have anything to add or wanna correct anything I'd be glad and happy to hear it, and if you think I'm crazy it's okay xDD

I can't wait for the next chapter to just drop since I'm losing my mind over thinking everything and coming up with crazy thought and theories while waiting ><

#natsume yuujinchou #matoba seiji #Shinobu #Kurara #natsume takashi #natsuyuu #Haru's theories #just me going crazy cuz I think about Seiji alot and everything related to him #the funny part was that I was thinking about Natori/Seiji but then I jumped to Seiji and his sister #I just have too many things on my mind when it comes to this manga #espacially Seiji .. he just make me lose my mind okay #I wonder if I can also share my other theories or analysis of this manga ? #this one been on my mind for a long time since I read the last chapter #but my health issue is just won't let me do whatever I want I guess #glad this saw the light of the day at least xD #if anyone find it interesting then I'd be happy #cuz I know how crazy my thoughts can be xDD