#sorry for still talking about it but i'm so entirely insane and not normal about it

[bigwishes]

Tummy Trouble

Connor flexed at himself in the mirror, he'd been lifting for years but still was no where near as big as he dreamed to be. He looked at some of his buddies in the gym that had gotten bigger than him taking roids but Connor didn't want any of that crap, he wanted to get as big as he could naturally, without risking his health.

Still he couldn't help but wish he was so much bigger.

Connor was on his way out of the gym when someone stopped him.

"Hey bro," the man grabbed Connor by the arm

Connor turned to see a unbelievable tall man who was insanely muscular. The straps to his tank top where barely visable between his shoulders and traps, the length of his tank top wasn't quite long enough to cover up his entire torso and his gym shorts looked more like spandex underwear. Connor was both turned on by the sheer size of the guy and turned off, he was clearly a roid head.

"eer, hey man"

"hey bro you look real fit, are you training to get bigger?"

"yeah man, as big as I NATURALLY can" Connor made sure to pretty much shout naturally at the guy, he'd had too many roid heads try and sell him gear in the locker room before but never had one brave enough to try it out the front of the gym

"aw yeah man, nice nice, look I got a sample for you"

"sorry man, Im not into enhancements or roids or whatever"

"you got me all wrong bro, no roids, its free gym gear we are giving out some clothing samples and asking for feedback for payment"

Connor's face turned bright red with embarrassment, now he seemed like some entitled asshole who thought he was too good to even talk to anyone not natural.

"bro I'm so sorry, I just, normally when a guy like you asks me if I want a sample in the gym" Connor began to stumble over his words trying to back peddle realising he basically just called this guy a roidhead without proof

"a guy like me?"

"yeah, eerrrrr, ya know big and..."

The giant man began to laugh and slapped Connor on the back "I'm just fucking with you mate"

Connor let out a sigh of relief

"but hey mate, so you're all about the natural look yeah? but you also wanna be a massive tank?"

"yeah man, look I know I might be dreaming but I wanna be fucking huge, like you, I just don't wanna take any enhancements"

"I think I got something for you mate, here"

The giant handed Connor a small carboard box with the words "Big and Bulky" written in bold black letters and a gift card for $100 Food delivery service stapled to the top.

"Free of charge mate, put em on when you get home and I'm sure you'll be feelin like a freak in no time" The giant man winked.

Connor took the gift and continued to thank him multiple times trying to make up for the fool he'd made of himself just moments before. He got in his car and sank in his chair. He opened the box seeing a pair of briefs, he couldn't exactly try them on in his car, he thought it'd be better to just come back with some feedback tomorrow.

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Connor stepped out of the shower and dried himself off, he began his normal flexing routine in his mirror but thoughts about being staying lean and small invaded his mind fairly quickly. He contemplated if staying natural was worth it if it meant he'll never get his dream body. Pushing the thoughts to the back of his mind Connor slipped on the briefs he was gifted earlier and......they felt like normal briefs. He couldn't work out how these were made special for athletes but at least he got a food gift card out of it.

Connor picked up his phone going to take a photo whilst he looked good in the light when suddenly a golden light began to shine off the waist band of the briefs. It was like sunlight was coming out of the fabric itself. He saw the letters B....I.....G slowly appear and he watched in the mirror as his body began to swell. His shoulders broadened, chest expanded with every breath, his arms began to swell up and soon his pecs and arms were competing for space. His thighs became tree trunks and he had to readjust his package so it didn't get crushed between them, even his feet began to grow outwards. Soon it all slowed down and all Connor could do was stare at himself in amazement.

Somehow, by literally magic he had swollen up into the size of his dreams. he couldn't help but start flexing and even licking his own bicep. A small noise, like a shop bell interrupted his self worship as a tiny slip of paper was ejected from the top of the box. Connor picked it up...

"Thank you for choosing Djinn.co transformative clothing, the transformative clothes you have chosen will permanently change your body, no need to workout to stay in shape never loose muscle keep the body of your dreams... NOTE: Your attendant for the day was Big Guy Bob he has added extra command words to your transformative clothing, we here at Djinn.co only print two command words on our clothing however your interaction with Bob had him convinced you deserved more"

Connor was amazed, surely this was a dream, there was no way he had stumbled into a pair of magic transforming clothes. As Connor was caught up in this thoughts light began to shine out of the other side of the waist band, the Connor felt his body start to get bigger. A part of him thought he should take the underwear off but he wanted to get bigger, he wanted to be a giant like the guy he met today. Another light began to shine from begin but Connor couldn't see. He flexxed in the mirror looking at the letters B...U....L....K....Y appear on the waist band. He flexed as hard as he could expecting to see his muscles to double in size again.

Connor's muscles became slightly large but nothing really changed. He dropped his arms to his side hearing his stomach make a slight gargling noise.

"awww, is that it, nothing even hap-"

*FWOOOMP

Connor almost fell forward as suddenly his six pack expanded into a loose gut. Hair quickly coated his entire body and he started sweating worse than he normally would at the gym.

"WHA...M...MY ABS...MY SIX PACK WHAT THE FUCK"

Connor rubbed his new tummy on the verge of tears.

"oh god...what the fuck do I do with this thing"

His stomach let out a loud hungry growl as if almost to respond to him.

He picked up his phone and used the gift card to order some food, as if on auto pilot he spent the entire $100 instantly and even dropped another $100 from his own bank account on food.

Connor just stood in the mirror staring at his new belly disgusted. He had all the muscle he had dreamed of but felt his gut, pecs and ass wobble as he flexed. Soon the doorbell rang and Connor went to go grab his bags of food.

Bringing the bags in from inside and placing them on his kitchen bench his hands instantly dove in grabbed a handful of fries out the box without even taking the box from the bag, without realising he had stuff half the box of fries in his mouth, salt fell from his lips into his new forest of chest hair and he simply wiped his salt covered hand on his brief whilst opening a bottle of off the shelf protein shake. He began chugging it down and could feel little bits slips from his lips and into his new beard. Connor picked up all the bags and moved to his couch.

Connor blinked awake as if from a trance, all around him were empty plasic bottles from protein shakes and soft drinks, multiple empty fry boxes littered the look around him and he noticed his chest hair was tangled with salt, some burger lettuce and dried protein shake, his briefs were also covered in stain from where he had wiped his hands. He slid his briefs off noticing 3 words painted on the ass he didn't notice appear. "SWEATY, HAIRY, SLOB". Connor rubbed his new gut and tossed the briefs to the side.

His stomach began to gurgle and it sounded like a water cooler. He watched as his loose gut started to become firm.

"oh...god...whats happeneing now"

each time Connor inhaled his stomach felt worse

"I....god what the fuck"

A small ding noise interrupted Conners panting and panicing as another small slip of paper magically was printed out of the top of a closed chip box. Conner leant forward and read it.

"Hey man, Big Guy Bob here, today you expressed wanting to become a natural tank, so I made sure you got a pair to turn you into an absolute unit but I know you were worried about people thinking you might be on roids, just look at today you were so quick to think I was on them, so I added some key words to not only turn you into a huge tank but to turn you into a huge slob, enjoy the size bro"

Connor groaned as he tossed the note to the ground.

"FUUUUUUUCKKK IM SO.......BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPP"

the pain subsided and his stomach went soft again. Connor stared at his enormous body in the reflection of the black glass of his TV.

"mm...mmaybe i can cut?" Conner said aloud, completely unaware of the cupcake he was stuffing into his mouth as he spoke...

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I hope everyone who wanted me to write a weight gain story is happy with this one, this is probably as far as Ill every go with this kinda stuff but yall voted on it and I was happy to write it.

#male transformation #muscle #muscle transformation #male tf #gay transformation #tf story #transformation #reality change

[asleepinawell]

sorry if this seems a bit out of the blue, but ever since youve been posting about fallen london, im a bit curious about it! What is the game about and where can I get it?

oh no worries! I'm happy to ramble about it

fallen london is a free to play browser game you can find here. the basic premise is that sometime in the 1800's the entire city of london is engulfed in a swarm of bats and then falls through the earth into a cavern a mile below. this is the neath, a huge underground cavern where london sits on the shore of a vast ocean. queen victoria is still around locked in her palace being a typical shitty british monarch, who, amongst other things, decided that 1900 was cancelled and we were just going to have 1899 for a second time

things are a little...different down there. humans are far from the only ones running around. there's devils, rubbery men (think mind flayer vibes), clay men, and the shadowy cloaked figures running the bazaar (and the city) called the masters. death mostly isn't permanent and the dream world is a little too real. also, most importantly, cats can talk! and there are tons of them! and tigers too

it's got victorian, gothic horror, dark humor, lovecraftian vibes. also it's extremely queer as is everything the dev, failbetter games, makes. something I especially appreciate is that you don't have to give your character any particular gender (though you can) and some of the little avatars are very gender neutral:

since it's free to play it comes with the normal things that type of game has such as real money transactions (completely optional and unnecessary for enjoyment (though some of the bonus side stories you can buy are extremely cool)), limited number of actions you can take (max of 20 at a time and refills 1 per 10 minutes). it is definitely grindy too though there's so many things to do (cannot emphasize the insane amount of content enough) I will usually just switch things up every so often

it's single player for the most part but you can ask friends to assist you in certain actions and there are some specific items that can be sent to other players

(if you like the setting but not the free to play part you can check out mask of the rose which is a visual novel they just released set right after london fell. it's a romance but with full aro and ace options (which I actually preferred) and a murder mystery. that one is a normal just buy the whole game deal and I think it's on most platforms. there's also sunless seas and sunless skies which take place in the same world but are a very different type of game and would require their own post. all of these have great writing in them)

but back to fallen london. it works based off of 'storylets', or little short stories when you usually do a skill check to accomplish something in return for advancing the story, levelling your skills, and reward items. you unlock more and more things as you go and get access to new stories and areas. here's an example of one of the little activities and its resolution

since it's a game designed to be able to play endlessly there isn't really a way to lose or game over. you can die but dying is just a minigame of its own and sometimes even a thing to do purposefully. (the only actual way to die is the notorious story called seeking mr eaten's name which you may have seen me post about, which is a very unique story that will permanently erase your character at the end. why you'd ever want to do that would also be its own post. it's pretty hard to stumble on accidentally I think and extremely well-marked as a thing with severe consequences that you probably shouldn't do. or should you...)

anyway I'd definitely recommend giving fallen london a try if you're interested in the premise and aesthetic

#fallen london #flmp #mp #asks

[empty-movement]

May I ask what scanners / equipment / software you're using in the utena art book project? I'm an artist and half the reason I rarely do traditional art is because I'm never happy with the artwork after it's scanned in. But the level of detail even in the blacks of Utena's uniform were all captured so beautifully! And even the very light colors are showing up so well! I'd love to know how you manage!

You know what's really fun? This used to be something you put in your site information section, the software and tools used! Not something that's as normal anymore, but let's give it a go, sorry it's long because I don't know what's new information and what's not! Herein: VANNA'S 'THIS IS AS SPECIFIC AS MY BREAK IS LONG' GUIDE/AIMLESS UNEDITED RAMBLE ABOUT SCANNING IMAGES

Scanning: Modern scanners, by and large, are shit for this. The audience for scanning has narrowed to business and work from home applications that favor text OCR, speed, and efficiency over archiving and scanning of photos and other such visual media. It makes sense--there was a time when scanning your family photographs and such was a popular expected use of a scanner, but these days, the presumption is anything like that is already digital--what would you need the scanner to do that for? The scanner I used for this project is the same one I have been using for *checks notes* a decade now. I use an Epson Perfection V500. Because it is explicitly intended to be a photo scanner, it does threebthings that at this point, you will pay a niche user premium for in a scanner: extremely high DPI (dots per inch), extremely wide color range, and true lossless raws (BMP/TIFF.) I scan low quality print media at 600dpi, high quality print media at 1200 dpi, and this artbook I scanned at 2400 dpi. This is obscene and results in files that are entire GB in size, but for my purposes and my approach, the largest, clearest, rawest copy of whatever I'm scanning is my goal. I don't rely on the scanner to do any post-processing. (At these sizes, the post-processing capacity of the scanner is rendered moot, anyway.) I will replace this scanner when it breaks by buying another identical one if I can find it. I have dropped, disassembled to clean, and abused this thing for a decade and I can't believe it still tolerates my shit. The trade off? Only a couple of my computers will run the ancient capture software right. LMAO. I spent a good week investigating scanners because of the insane Newtype project on my backburner, and the quality available to me now in a scanner is so depleted without spending over a thousand on one, that I'd probably just spin up a computer with Windows 7 on it just to use this one. That's how much of a difference the decade has made in what scanners do and why. (Enshittification attacks! Yes, there are multiple consumer computer products that have actually declined in quality over the last decade.)

Post-processing: Photoshop. Sorry. I have been using Photoshop for literally decades now, it's the demon I know. While CSP is absolutely probably the better piece of software for most uses (art,) Photoshop is...well it's in the name. In all likelihood though, CSP can do all these things, and is a better product to give money to. I just don't know how. NOTENOTENOTE: Anywhere I discuss descreening and print moire I am specifically talking about how to clean up *printed media.* If you are scanning your own painting, this will not be a problem, but everything else about this advice will stand! The first thing you do with a 2400 dpi scan of Utena and Anthy hugging? Well, you open it in Photoshop, which you may or may not have paid for. Then you use a third party developer's plug-in to Descreen the image. I use Sattva. Now this may or may not be what you want in archiving!!! If fidelity to the original scan is the point, you may pass on this part--you are trying to preserve the print screen, moire, half-tones, and other ways print media tricks the eye. If you're me, this tool helps translate the raw scan of the printed dots on the page into the smooth color image you see in person. From there, the vast majority of your efforts will boil down to the following Photoshop tools: Levels/Curves, Color Balance, and Selective Color. Dust and Scratches, Median, Blur, and Remove Noise will also be close friends of the printed page to digital format archiver. Once you're happy with the broad strokes, you can start cropping and sizing it down to something reasonable. If you are dealing with lots of images with the same needs, like when I've scanned doujinshi pages, you can often streamline a lot of this using Photoshop Actions.

My blacks and whites are coming out so vivid this time because I do all color post-processing in Photoshop after the fact, after a descreen tool has been used to translate the dot matrix colors to solids they're intended to portray--in my experience trying to color correct for dark and light colors is a hot mess until that process is done, because Photoshop sees the full range of the dots on the image and the colors they comprise, instead of actually blending them into their intended shades. I don't correct the levels until I've descreened to some extent.

As you can see, the print pattern contains the information of the original painting, but if you try to correct the blacks and whites, you'll get a janky mess. *Then* you change the Levels:

If you've ever edited audio, then dealing with photo Levels and Curves will be familiar to you! A well cut and cleaned piece of audio will not cut off the highs and lows, but also will make sure it uses the full range available to it. Modern scanners are trying to do this all for you, so they blow out the colors and increase the brightness and contrast significantly, because solid blacks and solid whites are often the entire thing you're aiming for--document scanning, basically. This is like when audio is made so loud details at the high and low get cut off. Boo.

What I get instead is as much detail as possible, but also at a volume that needs correcting:

Cutting off the unused color ranges (in this case it's all dark), you get the best chance of capturing the original black and white range:

In some cases, I edit beyond this--for doujinshi scans, I aim for solid blacks and whites, because I need the file sizes to be normal and can't spend gigs of space on dust. For accuracy though, this is where I'd generally stop.

For scanning artwork, the major factor here that may be fucking up your game? Yep. The scanner. Modern scanners are like cheap microphones that blow out the audio, when what you want is the ancient microphone that captures your cat farting in the next room over. While you can compensate A LOT in Photoshop and bring out blacks and whites that scanners fuck up, at the end of the day, what's probably stopping you up is that you want to use your scanner for something scanners are no longer designed to do well. If you aren't crazy like me and likely to get a vintage scanner for this purpose, keep in mind that what you are looking for is specifically *a photo scanner.* These are the ones designed to capture the most range, and at the highest DPI. It will be a flatbed. Don't waste your time with anything else.

Hot tip: if you aren't scanning often, look into your local library or photo processing store. They will have access to modern scanners that specialize in the same priorities I've listed here, and many will scan to your specifications (high dpi, lossless.)

Ahem. I hope that helps, and or was interesting to someone!!!

#utena #image archiving #scanning #archiving #revolutionary girl utena #digitizing #photo scanner #art scanning

[bloodynereid]

Hi can I please request a Jordan x reader . Reader has power that glitch & saves Jordan. Reader hey I am lucky that I didn’t get stuck in between a wall.

Thank you.

Flying Grand Pianos - headcanons

pairing: jordan li x gn! reader

tw: cursing, mentions of uncontrolled powers, cate and sam went to prison (i'm sorry okay! they're my pookies but for this fic to work i had to do something), uh nothing much ig? unless u have a phobia of falling pianos... then maybe don't read this??

description: your powers come in handy in the weirdest situations.

a/n: hiii hopefully u enjoy this! i literally did not mean to make this as insane as it ended up being but hey i'm sick and running on like too little sleep, i hope it's still entertaining tho cause i had sm fun writing this lol. i tried to integrate everything you said into headcanons cause it felt more apt ? ig... anyways requests are open & lmk ur thoughts <3

It was your final year at God U, somehow you had actually made it through the insanity that happened during junior year. You had even come out of the whole situation with a whole new group of friends… even if Cate and Sam sort of had to be locked away because of all the shit they did.

Thank whoever had decided to call the FBI because you had no idea how the entire situation might have turned out if Homelander showed up instead.

So life had turned back to normal towards the end of junior year, mostly because Vought was able to keep most of the situation quiet. Now you were only a step away from becoming an actual superhero… which was a strange situation to think about.

Your powers weren’t all that noteworthy but were insanely useful in battle and to get out of awkward conversations… especially since you were able to mostly control them.

You had the ability to glitch, which essentially meant you could manipulate the fabric of reality around you and mess with it (always with a limit of course, you weren’t an all-powerful magician). You mostly used it for teleportation or to mess with people, something that was always sooo worth it.

You also were kind of insanely good at dealing with actual glitches in computers, which made absolutely no sense but it did help adding to your skill set for your major.

There was probably one specific time where your powers worked in your favor in the best way possible. Over the past few years you sort of developed a tiny little miniscule (HUGE) crush on Jordan Li and now that you were actually able to call them your friend that tiny little crush grew into something way bigger.

What you weren’t aware of was that Jordan felt the same way, they always viewed you as this pretty incredible supe but never really had the chance to talk to you… until the whole The Woods situation. After that it almost made it harder for them to just ask you out on your date… because you had created such a tentative but strong friendship - something that Jordan hadn’t had since Luke. Something that they weren’t sure they would be able to walk away from again.

It was a few months into your senior year when the incident happened. It wasn’t something crazy like Homelander suddenly massacring the school instead it was an incident that belonged in the halls of a supe school… one of the new freshmen had somehow conjured up a piano in the middle of the damn sky and was unable to make it disappear.

The one problem with this piano was that it was falling... and falling really fucking fast.

You had been drinking one of your favorite drinks from Jitter Bean when you were surprised (and very concerned) to see a piano making its way towards Jordan - a very distracted Jordan who was talking, or rather yelling into their phone.

It barely took you a second to make the decision before you dropped your drink and glitched in Jordan’s direction - thank whatever all powerful force was out there for actually having it work because a moment later you reappeared next to Jordan and grabbed their arm before glitching again.

Suddenly you were standing in your room and Jordan was looking at you like an insane person before a loud crash and a whole bunch of yelling was heard outside the window.

Jordan shot a confused look before darting over to the window, only to find that a huge grand piano now stood (well not really it was sort of everywhere) where they had just been standing a moment ago.

You shot them a sheepish smile as they turned around to look at you with a dropped jaw.

“I actually can’t believe that worked, I’m lucky I didn’t accidentally get us stuck between a wall.”

lol i have no idea what this is but i like it anyways.

#gen v #gen v fanfic #gen v amazon #gen v spoilers #andre anderson #jordan li #marie moreau #luke riordan #golden boy #the boys #the boys fanfic #the boys tv #gen v tv #maria writes #the boys series #the boys amazon #jordan li x reader #jordan x reader #gen v x reader #jordan li x you #jordan li x y/n

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

i explain india but i'm drunk.

Hello maggots of mine you're all such babygirls and bastards just like Aziraphale and Crowley. I'm so proud of you all for existing. Yes i'm a wholesome drunk you now know this about me. The wine tastes like rotten grapes and smells of battery acid and cost 245 rupees INR. Speaking of INR, thanks to a maggot's ask, I'm here to explain India. I've never set foot outside of this country. But I'm also very very shit at general knowledge.

To any non-Indians reading this, this is a totally legit 1000% everything covered all-inclusive summary. To any Indians reading this, I'm so so fucking sorry.

India, explained.

So there's south india and there's north india and there's north east india. north india is very racist about south india and they're both very racist about north east india. Most of these people are also probably racist either to other countries or they have internalised racism. It's a wild trip.

There are. A lot of languages here. And a LOT of scripts. I can read two scripts, understand four Indian languages and speak in two of them (badly), and those two are not my native tongues. I cannot speak in my native tongues. It's basically English at this point. These aren't dialects, those are separate. Picture like, Europe, but more, in terms of how many languages.

Everyone hates each other which is valid for the entire planet honestly.

In south india we have a lot of coconuts. Like a lot. There are so many coconuts you have no fucking idea guys you cannot escape the coconuts. I was nearly killed by a shower of coconuts when I was 5 I escaped by one second.

There are also cows. People will tell you that you are being racist when you say India has cows everywhere. But it's true. Two weeks ago I had the pleasure to be stuck in a traffic jam. Next to the street barrier thing (what divides a street im too drunk for this) I saw a huge bull fucking HUMPING a cow. The vehicles just had to move around them. They were having sex right there.

If you're a middle class Indian kid, your career options are: doctor, engineer, scientist, CA, lawyer, government official or family disappointment.

Needless to say, I was going to be doctor and am now instead family disappointment. I'm babygirling so hard it's insane. The prodigal son.

It's very ace-friendly and heterophobic in the sense that you are not supposed to be exhibiting any sexuality whatever in a respectable household. Just shut up and give virgin birth already. But be married. That's crucial.

Oh yeah gay marriage isn't legal trans people are constantly othered by society and/or given no respect whatsover and we're just all vibing here this is totally not why I'm finishing a small bottle of cheap wine on a thursday past midnight alone in my room.

Foreigners are like a zoo species you see them you're instantly concerned like what are they doing outside the TV screens and then either people are normal (rarely), they run up and take photos or try to slip into conversation (more often than you'd think, even I've been guilty of the conversation thing as a kid) OR they start talking about how 'this western culture is ruining our culture'. Which is fair but honestly both the 'cultures' these people are talking about usually involve incredible amounts of bigotry and are more similar than they think.

I think the lesson here is that humans just suck as a species. Except for you maggots. I love you all and I will defend you with my life.

THE CHAAT. THE CHAAT IS INSANELY AMAZING. YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND THE CHAAT. I HAVE NO SPICE TOLERANCE SO I HAVE TO BEG ON MY KNEES FOR THE SPICES TO BE REDUCED BUT STILL. THE CHAAT. THE CHAAT, YOU GUYS. YOU NEED IT.

Sorry yes I'm normal. ALSO THE STREET DOGS. THE INDIES. THEY'RE SO LOVELY AND SWEET AND CHAOTIC AND I KEEP TALKING TO THEM. Once when I was crying I made the dog distress while and like five dogs that I didn't know came running to me and comforted me and licked me.

INDIAN DANCE MUSIC. I FUCKING LOVE IT IT'S INSANE. My family were elitist as fuck so I never got to listen to Bollywood music as a kid but it's AMAZING I'm so glad it exists. Bhangra too.

Beaches very very pretty hills very very pretty honestly the nature is fucking beautiful if you can just quickly pretend humans don't exist, which again is true of this entire planet. Yeah. Okay I'm so fucking drunk.

Yeah lots of diversity which is very nice when the humans aren't screaming at each other about it but the rest of the time it's very nice

The garbage and sewer stories? yeah they're all true im sorry

Traffic rules more like traffic suggestions amirite

Well, we still have far better healthcare access than america. so. there is that.

If you speak English well you'll be mocked and isolated. If you speak English poorly you'll be mocked and isolated. Honestly, just be rich. That'll fix it all.

All the conservatives hate each other and don't realise they're the exact same but in like different flavours.

Oh yeah we have auto rickshaws. Look them up. They're so much better than cars I don't get motion sick as easily in them. But the drivers all hate you and never want to take you anywhere.

Eyyyyyyyyyy it's so fucking fun here *drinsk more alcohol* I am so fucking not looking forward to college.

Please someone crowdfund me out of here let's all go chill in Alpha Centauri I've heard it's nice this time of the year.

I will, however, miss the casual live cow pornos. A true highlight.

[I got this peer-reviewed by my friend in India's top law school, just in case, because I'm too drunk and generally dumb. They say I will not be killed. And they've been on Twitter so.]

Irrefutable legal proof y'all. I don't mean to offend anyone except bigots. Fuck you, bigots, if you're not offended then I've disappointed my community.

#good omens mascot #weirdly specific but ok #asmi #maggots #lgbtqia #india #indian fandom #desiblr #desi tumblr #being desi #india explained #trans rights #marriage equality #lmao marriage equality imagine that #transgender rights #transgender #lgbtqia rights #lgbtq rights #lgbtq community #queer community #asia #asian parents #indian parents #truly a species #man humans are wild #gay rights

[bteezxyewriter12]

How I See You/ 1

Pairing- Yoongi x Named Reader

Word count- 7k

Includes- Unconfident Yoongi, angst, cheating (don't do this), blow job, deepthroating, pussy eating, cum eating, cock riding, multiple orgasms, physical violence, blood

Tag List- @mingtina @jaxminnie @yeosayang @yeosayang @tannie13 @y00nzin0 @marsstarxhwa

@borntowalkaway @soulseobi05 @kpop-bambi @seokwoosmole @meowmeowminnie @realisticnotes @effielumiere @svnbangtansworld @pinkies-things @insomniacatiny @marvelfamily3000

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J POV

I watch Mia at the bar, flirting and smiling with some guy

Then I move my gaze to her boyfriend, Yoongi, who also happens to be my best friend

He's watching her with a sad expression from his seat at the table next to me

And I get so fucking angry

This girl has no idea what she has with Yoongi

He's the sweetest guy who does everything for her

She doesn't have to lift a finger, all she has to do is call him and he'll drop whatever he's doing to get to her or help her fix whatever problem she has

He's always so attentive, knowing when something's wrong with her immediately

He's like that with me too but we've been best friends since we were children so that's not so surprising that he knows me so well

But he got to know her that well too

He treats her like a princess, buying her whatever she wants, whenever she wants, spends an absorbent amount of time with her, cooks for her, does her laundry, takes her wherever she wants to go because she doesn't have a car

He looks like a fuck boy with his many tattoos, his lip ring and eyebrow ring but he's not

He's a one woman kind of guy

He's very shy and sensitive and is passionate in everything he does

He's the perfect boyfriend

And this idiot is hurting him by flirting with another guy

I honestly don't even know why she's looking at another guy when she has Yoongi

He's insanely gorgeous- long black hair he normally keeps in a ponytail, beautiful brown eyes, cute nose, perfect lips

His smile is stunning

He's short for a guy but still tall, is fit and his hands and fingers are a work of art

He is the entire package

And this bitch doesn't see that

I can't count the times I've seen her flirting with other guys and in front of him too

Like he's not there

Then she comes back and acts like nothing happened and he never brings anything up

Just once I'd like to see him confront her but he never will

He doesn't like confrontation and I think he thinks she'll break up with him if he says anything

I don't know what she says or does to him but lately it seems like he lost some confidence

He was never outgoing or braggy and he's even more introverted than normal

I've tried to talk about it with him but he shuts me down, saying everything is fine

I think her flirting is getting to him

Standing up, I make my way over to the bar

Not only is she flirting, she's keeping the rest of us waiting because she was the one going to the bar to get our drinks

I'm killing two birds with one stone

"Excuse me", I say, moving in-between her and the guy

"What are you doing Jo?", she asks and has the audacity to look confused

"We're tired of waiting so I'm getting our drinks", I answer

She blinks, "Oh sorry. I just got to talking to Jae and-"

"Yeah I know", I interrupt, glaring at her then at Jae, "And Yoongi knows too. You know, your boyfriend?"

Jae gets a surprised look on his face as he glances at Mia

"Oh he doesn't care", Mia says, "It's just conversation"

She is so very wrong

"Yeah well you were taking too long and I'm getting the drinks now, so you can go back to Yoongi"

She looks miffed but nods then heads back to the table

I look at Jae who says, "I didn't know she had a boyfriend"

"Fuck off", I snap, then turn to the bar to get the bartenders attention

When the drinks are finally made, I take them to the table

"Thanks Jo", Mia says to me, takes her drink then turns her attention back to my ex and date for tonight, Hongjoong

Hongjoong and I stayed friends after we broke up

When Yoongi asked me to come out with him and Mia, I asked if I could bring someone

No way did I want to be the third wheel

Yoongi said yes, I hit up all my friends and Hongjoong was the only one available

He's always up to go out, especially when he knows he's gonna get fucked at the end of the night

I sip my drink, Mia blatantly flirting with Hongjoong while holding onto Yoongi's hand

Hongjoong, for his part looks unamused and is totally not engaging in her flirting, instead reaching out and putting his arm around me, holding me against him like he's silently telling Mia that he's with me

I lean against him, laying my head on his shoulder but Mia either doesn't notice or doesn't care and just keeps flirting with him

Yoongi is just silently sitting there, his face blank and it enrages me

Mia doesn't know how lucky she is to be with Yoongi

She doesn't know how other girls wished he looked at them the way he looks at her

Notice them the way he notices her

She doesn't know how in love with him some girls are, how some would do anything for him, do anything to be with him

She has that and she doesn't even realize

She's a fucking idiot

And I hate her

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"Hey Yoongi", I greet, opening my apartment door for him to come in

He called me earlier asking to hang out and of course I said yes

It's not like I was doing anything anyway

"Hey Jo", he says, coming inside and I instantly know he's upset

Probably about Mia

Closing the door, we walk to the living room section of my studio apartment

"You want food? Drink?", I ask but he shakes his head

I shrug as we sitting on the couch

"Where's Mia? I thought you'd be with her on a Saturday night?"

His face falls

I knew it was because of her

"She's with her friends. They're having a girl's night at a club"

A club?

She went to a club without her boyfriend?

If it was anyone but Mia it wouldn't be a big deal but I know she's going to flirt and dance with other guys and he knows it to

She flirts it in front of Yoongi, I have no doubt she'll amp it up when he's not there

"And you're ok with that?", I ask, not bothering to hide my shock

He needs to realize what she's doing is shitty

"I can't do anything about it Jo. I can't tell her she can't go", he says softly

I mean he can say he's not happy about it, not pretend that everything is fine

"I'm....worried", he says lowly

I raise my eyebrow, surprised he's actually confiding in me

He used to all the time until he got with her

"About what Yoongi?"

"I offered to give her money for drinks at the club but she...she refused. She said she'll just flirt with guys to get them to buy her drinks"

My mouth drops at her fucking audacity

"She said that to you?"

He nods, "I..I'm worried she's going to go too far. I already know she's going to dance with guys"

I'm so pissed off and I can't hold back anymore

"Yoongi why are you putting up with that shit?", I ask, "She blatantly flirts with guys in front of you. She flirted with Hongjoong while holding your hand! Why don't you tell her to cut it out?"

"Because she'll leave me!", he exclaims, tears filling his eyes

I'm not going to lie, I'm surprised at the tears

He never cries

For anything

And he's going to cry over that skank?

"So what Yoongi? You deserve so much better than her!"

He shakes his head, a few tears escaping, "No other woman wants me"

I stare at him in complete disbelief, "What are you talking about?"

Why would he say such a dumbass thing like that?

"Jo, I'm thirty years old. Mia is the only one who has even looked at me as more than a one night stand in years. All women see me as a fuck boy. They sleep with me and then that's all it is. Mia is the only one who stayed. And she's younger than me, she wants to party and have fun. I can understand that"

"Bullshit", I snap

Yeah Mia is younger than us, 25, but not all twenty-five year olds are as disrespectful to their significant others like she is

"It doesn't matter if she's younger Yoongi. Her flirting is disrespectful to you and you shouldn't put up with it", I tell him, "There are other women who will see past your image and want to be with you. Ones who will respect you and treat you so much better"

He scoffs, "Where are they? I don't see anyone. At the bar the other night all the girls were looking at Hongjoong, not me"

I was looking at him but of course he'd never notice me

"The truth is no one wants to be with me long term. They don't want to bother getting to know me. And I get it, I'm shy, I'm introverted, I don't talk much at first. It would take awhile for me to warm up to someone and no one wants to waste their time. I'm lucky Mia wants to be with me"

I honestly can't believe he's saying this

It's so heartbreaking

"You're insane Yoongi", I say softly, "Any woman would be so lucky to have you"

"No they wouldn't", he says sadly

I can't handle him thinking this way about himself

He's just so wrong

"My god Yoongi, you don't know how others see you do you?", I say, "You are literally the entire package. You're so sweet, so loving. So attentive. So giving. You're willing to put your girlfriend first, do anything for her. Help in any way you can. Drop what you're doing and run to her side in seconds. You're so in tune with feelings that you know the instant something is wrong with someone and you try to comfort them. You're passionate in everything you do. You treat her like a queen. And you're absolutely beautiful. Your eyes are so deep and such a pretty brown. Your smile is so freaking amazing, so beautiful, it lights up any room"

I glance over at him to see him staring at me in utter shock

I tear my gaze away, my entire face heating up in embarrassment

But I'm fine with being embarrassed as long as he knows he is the perfect boyfriend

"So I know that other women could see the real you and would want to be with you. Don't sell yourself short"

It's silent for a few seconds and I hope he just changes the subject

"Do...do you really see me like that?", he asks softly

I close my eyes, putting my face in my hands, knowing I just outted myself

"Yeah, I really do", I answer, hoping he drops it now

I really don't know how I'm supposed to look him in the eyes anymore

I feel his hand touch mine, pulling them down from my face

I keep my head down, freaking out on the inside

He lifts my face to his, his brown eyes on mine, a look in them I can't read

The next thing I know, he's closer to me, his lips pressing against mine

My body instantly reacts, fireworks going off in my vision, fire running through my body, my head spinning

My arms wrap around his neck, his around my waist, pulling me closer until I'm against him

Somewhere in the back of my head, I know we shouldn't be doing this, I know that he's cheating on Mia

But I can't stop

He's finally kissing me and I can't stop

His tongue licks my lip and I open for it eagerly, his tongue against mine as soon as it slips in my mouth

I can't get enough of him, wishing I could have his kisses all the time

His fingers slip under the hem of my shirt, touching the skin on my lower back, sparks zipping up my spine

My fingers move into his hair, pulling out his ponytail then tangling in the soft silky strands

We continue kissing, bodies presses against each other and I have never been more content in my life

If all he wants is to kiss, I'll happily do it all night

After awhile, his hands travel up my back, pulling my shirt with it

I let him slide it up, moving my arms from around him to pull through the sleeves then reluctantly moving away from his lips so he can take it off

I look at him as I take his black shirt and move it up his body, waiting for him to tell me to stop

He doesn't, moving his arms through the sleeves too and letting me get it over his head

Throwing the shirt on the floor, I finally look at his body and get turned on even more than I already am

He's perfect

He's fit, no hard muscles cut into him but as soon as I touch his chest, I can feel the muscles, the strength under his smooth inked skin

His entire chest is tattooed, the bright colors swirling on his skin to make a beautiful image

The tattoo continues to his ribs where it tapers off but there is room to add more if he chooses

Spreading my hands I run them along his arms, both heavily tattooed in sleeves, again the colors so vibrant

Moving closer to him, I lay my hands on his back, running up the huge back tattoo he has there as well

As I trail my fingers up his back, his breathing increases and I lean forward, pressing kisses into his neck

He moans softly, the pretty sound making me so wet

He tilts his head slightly back, letting me kiss more of his neck, his skin so soft under my lips

Trailing my kisses down his neck, I keep kissing across his shoulder, his skin trembling

Lifting his arm, I kiss every inch of inked skin I can, trailing my fingers up and down his arm, my lips following in their wake

I can feel his eyes on me as I get to his wrists, kissing along the back of his hand, then on his tattooed fingers

Turning his hand over, I press kisses into his palm, then the tips of each of his fingers

I switch to his other hand, moving my eyes to his as I kiss him, awe swirling in his gaze

I continue my ascent up his other arm, kissing him, showing him that he's wanted

I get back to his neck, his body shivering as I press my lips into his skin

Finally, I press my lips against his and he immediately falls into it, his tongue against mine as his arms wrap around me

It feels so right being in his arms and I can't think about it too much because I know I will never have this again

I gently push him back as we kiss, him laying down and taking me with him, his warm, soft skin against mine

I drag kisses down to his jaw, then press kisses into his neck

Moving lower, I kiss down his body, my fingers following the path my lips made, his skin trembling against my fingers

As I press my lips to his lower stomach, I slide my fingers in his sweatpants waistband, waiting to see if he's going to take them out

When he doesn't, I get braver and push down his sweatpants

He surprises me by lifting his hips up, letting me get the pants completely off, leaving him in just his boxers with a visible tent where his dick is

I'm kinda blown away that I made him hard

But I guess it's because of kissing him

Just a reaction, nothing to make a huge deal about

I lift my gaze to his as I kiss his lower stomach again, slide my hand up his thigh and over his hard on

His breath catches, his brown eyes on mine as I touch him through his boxers

He feels huge and he's rock hard

Taking a chance, I move my lips to his dick, kissing him through the fabric of his boxers

Her groans, his eyes closing and I take that as a cue to keep going

Pulling his boxers down, just enough to free his cock, I stare at it in shock

It is massive, long and thick and so hard, cum leaking from his slit

Without thinking, I wrap my hand around his base and run my tongue over his head, tasting him

He gasps, his eyes opening and on me as my brain tries to comprehend how he can taste so good

Like how?

I've blown guys before and yeah it tastes alright but Yoongi's tastes really good

And I want more

My gaze locks with his as I run my tongue up his length, swirling around his head, licking up more cum

"Should I stop?", I ask

I want to suck his dick so much but I won't if he's uncomfortable

I never want to make him uncomfortable with anything

"No", he whispers

Without answering, I move my mouth around his head, sucking softly

"Fuck", he groans, his legs shaking

I move down his length an inch at a time, sucking long but soft and slow on him

His chest rises and falls rapidly as his breathing quickens, his brown eyes watching me, biting his lower lip

Pushing down more, his head hits my throat and I stop before I gag

I still have a few inches left to take but I need to get used to him first

Slowly, I bob my head, sliding up his cock, then going back down while moving my hands up and down the rest of him I haven't taken yet

"Fuck Jo", he moans, "Fuck, it's so good"

I smile around his dick, bobbing a few more times before I take a bit more of him

I continue to blow him like this, slowly taking more of him every few bobs, tears springing into my eyes the deeper he goes

It takes a little bit but I finally slide him all in my throat without gagging once

I'm proud of myself

I swallow on his huge dick, his moan so loud, his body shaking

Pulling back, I slide back up his length half way, then slowly go back down, feeling him open my throat and I'm surprised at how good that feels

I keep moving, going just slightly faster but still at a slow pace for a blow job

I just want him to feel everything

I want to please him

The next time I slide back down his length, his hips roll up, softly sliding him all the way in my throat

My gaze meets his and I nod, letting him know I'm good with what he's doing

As I move up his cock, he pulls out a little, then we move at the same time, slowly, his hips up, pushing his cock in while I move down taking him in

"Oh god", he whimpers, his hand sliding in my hair, fingers tangling in the strands, holding on

We move together seamlessly, him fucking into my throat gently while I deep throat him, his fingers tightening in my hair

"Baby", he moans, "Baby, so good baby"

His words make me happy that I can make him feel so good

The fact that I'm enjoying this too is just a plus

His whole body shakes as we keep going, his cock twitching in my throat

I'm so fucking excited to taste him again, to swallow his load

I don't know what's wrong with me but I assume I'm being such a slut because it's Yoongi

I doubt I'd be like this with anyone else

"I...I'm... I'm", he chokes out and I nod to let him know it's ok

Sinking down on his cock, his hips move up, his length going in deep

He holds me on his dick as his warm yummy cum spurts down my throat

"Fuck Joanne, oh fuck", he cries as I swallow and suck, eager to get it all as I watch him cum

My god, it's such a beautiful sight

The pleasure on his face makes him look so ethereal

When he finishes, he loosens his grip on my hair, his fingers sliding out, looking dazed as he breathes hard

I move off his dick, making sure I lick his slit for the rest of his cum

Sitting up, I swallow a few more times, the waistband of his boxers slipping back up

He sits up right away, startling me, a look I can't place in his eyes and I hope he's not going to say he regrets what happened

Although he probably will

It's cheating and once he's over the shock he'll probably be upset with himself and me for letting it happen

He doesn't say anything, instead shocking me as his hand moves back in my hair and he pulls me to him, his lips crashing into mine

I don't think, throwing my arms around his neck, kissing him back, my body so hot and electrified

He pulls me into his lap and the next thing I know, he's standing up, carrying me as he walks

He bumps into the walls a few times but no damage is done to either of us as he gets into my room

He sits on my bed with me in his lap, his hands on my back, undoing my bra, his lips never leaving mine

I reluctantly move my arms from his neck so he can get the bra off

His hands are immediately around my boobs, squeezing gently while his fingers play with my nipples

Pleasure zaps down to my already soaked cunt, a small moan escaping against his lips

I feel him smile into the kiss, his arms back around me as he turns us, laying me on the bed

His lips leave mine instead pressing right into my neck, a moan now leaving my mouth

"God, you sound so fucking pretty"

He peppers kisses all over my neck then starts going down to my collarbone and my chest

His hands are on another path, slowly running down my body, setting my skin alight with every touch of his fingers

His mouth moves around my nipple, sucking gently as his hands reach my pants, making my cunt so much more fucking wet, my body arching off the bed

"Yoongi", I cry as a moan comes from him

He switches to my other nipple, his tongue flying over it as he pulls my pants and panties down at the same time

He gets everything off, leaving me completely naked, his lips now travelling down my stomach, feeling so soft, so fucking good

When he gets to my lower stomach, he kisses everywhere as he opens my legs, pulling me down the bed as he kneels on the floor

He kisses lower and lower, the anticipation killing me

His tongue finally licks along my pussy and I let out the loudest pornographic moan I've ever had

Just that one touch has me seeing stars, feeling utterly good

His tongue licks over and over, up and down as he buries his face in my pussy, his tattooed fingers digging into my thighs as he holds me wide open

"So fucking good jagi", he groans, between licks, "So fucking sweet. God fucking damnit I love the way you taste"

My brain malfunctions as his words struggle to penetrate, the pleasure taking over

His tongue slides down, dipping into my hole, both of us moaning lewdly as my pussy clenches his tongue

His tongue leaves my cunt only to slide back in, deeper than before, my hips raising, pushing my cunt into his mouth more

As he tongue fucks my pussy, I plunge my hands in his hair, holding on and grinding my pussy against his face

"Yoongi", I cry, lost in the bliss he's providing

Lost in him

"Yes jagi", he groans, "Say my name baby. Fuck, wanna hear you say my name"

That will not be a problem whatsoever

"Yoongi", I moan, "Fuck baby, that tongue is so fucking good"

"Mmm", he murmurs, sliding up out of my hole and flicking my clit

"Fuck!", I scream, my whole body shaking

"Feels good?", he asks, his beautiful eyes meeting mine

I nod, panting hard

He licks my clit again, running his entire tongue over it, from the back to the tip

And repeats the same movements over and over, driving me insane and throwing me into pleasure I've never known before

Pleasure I know only Yoongi can give me

His mouth wraps around my clit, sucking long and hard, my thighs shaking around his head as I pull his hair and scream

"Yes baby, fuck", I yell, "Don't stop. Yoongi! Fuck!"

"Mm jagi", he murmurs, speeding up how fast he sucks

My entire body is in ecstasy, feeling like I'm going to explode

The next suck sends me head first into an explosive orgasm and I scream his name as ecstasy tsunamis over me

"Yoongi!", I scream, "Yoongi! Yoongi! Yoongi!"

My vision turns white as pleasure wracks my body, Yoongi's talented mouth not stopping

He groans into my clit, the vibrations only adding to the bliss and running up my spine

It's so much, too much, just enough and not enough all at the same time

Yoongi slides his tongue down to my hole as I come down from my orgasm, licking up and moaning about how good I taste

"So sweet. Fuck"

When he's done, he moves on top of me, kissing me softly

Wrapping my arms around his body, I hold him tightly, trailing my fingers up and down his back

I swear I could kiss him forever

As we make out, I feel his dick becoming harder against my leg

Reaching down, I slide my hand in his boxers, wrapping around his semi hard length and move up and down

He breaks the kiss, his forehead against mine as he moans softly

He grows harder and harder in my hand with every stroke, his whimpers so fucking pretty

Increasing my speed, I get him fully hard but I don't stop, intending on making him cum again

His eyes close as his hand moves down, stopping mine and taking it out of his boxers

I'm immediately embarrassed and scolding myself for assuming he wanted more

Idiot

I'm about to apologize when he murmurs, "I want to be inside you"

My breath hitches, wondering, hoping I heard him right

His eyes open, looking into mine, "Can I be inside you?"

My god, I want that so much

I didn't think he'd actually want sex

I thought oral would have been enough

But he wants more and I'm going to give him whatever he wants

"Yes", I answer, lifting my head and kissing his soft lips while I push his boxers down

He moves off me to get them completely off and when he comes back, I sit up and taking his hand, I pull him down, moving him to his back as I climb in his lap

He doesn't need to do any work tonight

I want to show him how much he's wanted, how worth it he is

I want to make him feel good

Hovering over his cock, I move him to my hole and sink down on him

His body tenses as he whimpers, his cock so fucking big that I have to push down hard just to get the first inch in

He stretches my hole wider than I've ever been stretched before, making my cunt water like a faucet, shivers of pleasure running up my spine

"Fuck, fuck, fuck", I chant as I take one fat inch at a time, my pussy sucking him in, throbbing hard already

"Oh fuck, Jo, oh fuck", he cries, the pleasure on his face so fucking beautiful, his breathing escalating, his hands on my hips, pushing me down on him

He bottoms out with both of us yelling loudly, shivers taking over my body

We're a completely snug fit, no extra room, his head nestled against my spot

I know any rock on his cock will feel amazing

"Oh my fucking god, you're so tight", he groans, his eyes squeezing shut, "How..I can't...so good... Never been in a pussy this tight before. Fuck"

I smile to myself as I lean back on his legs and slide up his cock

His eyes shoot open and look down just as I descend down his length, watching my pussy take him

I stop right before I bottom him out, then surge down hard, letting his fat head crash into my spot, bliss shooting up my body

With that I start bouncing, getting a good pace going, throwing both of us into pleasure

His fingers dig into my hips as I move, his eyes slowly looking up my body, starting from my pussy, all the way up to my face

He bites his lip as he looks and for some reason I don't feel shy at all when normally I would

Yoongi just always made me feel comfortable around him and that hasn't changed because we're naked together

His fingers slide up my body so softly, slowly, his touch making my skin shiver, feeling so good as I bounce on him

Closing my eyes, I revel in his touch, riding him a bit harder, the drag of his cock going in and out of me so fucking incredible

His head hits my spot with every bounce down, spreading me open so wide, so pleasurably

I swear I've never had sex this good before

His hands move around my boobs, squeezing gently, his thumbs running over my nipples, sending pleasure straight down to my cunt

"Yoongi", I whimper, so close

"Cum for me", he whispers and that seals it

Dropping my hips down, I take him all in, moaning his name so loudly as pure ecstasy takes over my body

"Yoongi", I cry, my body shaking on top of him, my cunt clenching him over and over as I cum, his pretty moans reaching my ears

My god this has to be the best orgasm I ever experienced

Of course Yoongi is the one to give it to me

Of course

"Please ride me", he begs as I finish, "I need more"

I nod, leaning on his stomach, resuming my bounces

"Oh fuck", he moans, his head pushing back into the pillow as I take him inside me over and over, making sure I clench down on his cock as I do

He's so fucking big, I can feel every ridge, every fucking inch inside me

I'm so fucking wet, making it easier to take his big cock

As I move on him, I move my hands up his body slowly, reveling in how soft his sweaty skin is under my palms, the beautiful colors of his tattoos swirling together

I wish I could spend an entire night tracing the lines, kissing every tattoo, every part of his body

I wish I could love him like I want to, tell him how much I love him so he knows he's worth everything

So he knows someone wants him more than anything in this world

I can't so I have to settle for showing him this way, knowing he'll never understand how much he means to me

Pushing those thoughts away, I focus on him right now, on making him feel good

Taking his whole cock inside me, I rock on him, throbbing hard, sliding my hand to his cheek, stroking gently

His eyes open and he looks up at me through his wet hair, sweat glistening on his body

He is utterly ethereal

"Fuck Yoongi", I whisper, running my fingers in his hair as I grind on him, "You're so fucking beautiful"

His cheeks immediately blush as he sits up, pulling me right against him, his lips kissing mine

Falling into his kiss, I move my arms around his neck, sliding my fingers in the back of his hair, as I keep rocking my hips

His arm moves around me, holding me against him, our sweat mixing together

His free hand moves between us, his fingers against my clit, rubbing quickly

Pleasure surges through me as I moan in his mouth, grinding on him faster, his tongue pressed against mine

His fingers keep moving as I pulse around his fat cock, his head rubbing my spot

The pleasure is so intense and the next movements send me head first into another blissful orgasm

I kiss him harder, his fingers rubbing me through it as he swallows my moans

When I finish, his arms wrap around me, laying down, taking me with him

He kisses me as his hands slide down my back to my ass, gripping hard

He thrusts up into me, his cock forcing me open, his head hitting my spot so hard, stars blast in my vision from the sheer bliss

He moves faster, fucking into my pussy, going so deep inside me I can feel him in my stomach

Breaking the kiss, he moans loudly as I bury my face in his neck

"Feels so good", he moans, "So fucking good"

I moan into his neck at how utterly good he feels

"Small tight pussy", he murmurs, thrusting harder, his cock completely wrecking me, "So good. So wet for me"

"Mmm, only wet like this for you", I murmur

"Fuck", he groans, pumping faster, the sound of his cock plunging in my wet hole so loud and erotic

"So big Yoongi, fuck your cock is so big. Feels so good"

"Yeah, it's good enough for you?", he asks softly as he pants

"Perfect Yoongi", I tell him, "You're so perfect"

"Fuck", he whimpers, his hips not missing a single stroke as I clench down on his length again and again

His fingers press into my skin so hard I'm sure I'm going to have bruises and I'm more than fine with that

"I...I..where should I....fuck....", he groans

"Inside", I whine

"Are you sure?", he moans, bringing me right there, his cock throbbing so fast inside my pussy

"Yes!", I cry, falling over the edge, a typhoon of ecstasy crashing over me, "Cum inside me Yoongi!"

"Fuck!", he screams, slamming inside, his hot sticky cum exploding inside me, my pussy milking him for everything as we ride the pleasure together

"Joanne, oh fuck", he cries, "Yes, yes fuck"

"Yes Yoongi", I whimper, watching the gorgeous sight of him orgasming as he moans my name

I wish I could see this all the time, he's so fucking beautiful it's stupid

Little by little the pleasure fades, leaving both of us breathless

I slide off him, laying next to him, trying to catch my breath

His eyes are closed, his chest rising, his hair soaked in sweat

He's never looked so good

After a few minutes, his eyes open, he looks over at me and whispers, "Shit"

Dread is filling my body and my heart hurts as I wait for what I know is coming

He sits up and I follow suit, grabbing my blanket and covering myself

Almost like it's armor for what's coming

"We shouldn't have done this", he says softly

I knew it

"I don't cheat. I never cheated. I don't know why I....we shouldn't have"

Tears fill my eyes but I hold them back

I won't cry in front of him, not over sex he regrets

"We should have stopped. After the first kiss we should have stopped"

I just nod slowly, "I'm sorry"

I knew he would regret it

Deep down I knew that

He's all about Mia, he puts up with her flirting, he wants her

I was a mistake

I don't regret it but that's because I'm in love with him

I didn't mean for him to cheat on Mia, it's just...when he kissed me everything left my mind except for him

I wasn't thinking about anything but him, how he felt, wanting to make him feel good

I should of thought and stopped it

Because I rather have not had him at all instead of him regretting being with me

"I need to go", he says, getting up

"Ok", I whisper

I stay rooted in my bed as he gets his boxers on

He leaves my room and I hear him moving in the living room, probably getting dressed

I hear his footsteps then my front door opening and closing

He left

He didn't say goodbye, didn't say anything

Just left

The tears pool in my eyes as I get up

Leaving my room, I lock my front door then go to the bathroom and clean up

I breathe in, trying to calm myself down while I get PJs on

Crawling back into bed, I pull the covers over me as I lay down, holding onto one of my pillows

And I finally break, sobbing into my pillow, the pain of my heart breaking intense

I'm terrified I lost Yoongi completely, lost his friendship

We've been by each other's side since we were kids, I don't know how to be without him

It wasn't worth it if I lose him

I was so happy in the beginning of the night when he kissed me and now I'm miserable

And I wish it never happened

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One month later

Parking my car, I get out and head towards Yoongi's house

I haven't heard from him since the night we were together

I tried calling him, tried texting him for a month

I sent apology message after apology message through text and voicemails

Asking if we could talk

Then telling him that we can pretend it didn't happen

Then begging him to just call me back, just send me one message

Just let me know he's ok

Nothing

This is the last resort

I know I most likely lost him but I need to know for sure

If I have to try to get over him, I need to know for sure that our friendship is over

This is the only way

As I get closer to his door, I hear arguing and a girl's voice yelling but I can't make out what's being said

I'm not sure if it's a real argument or one from a movie or TV show

If it's a real argument with him and Mia, I'll leave

Going up the three stairs to his door, I take a breath, reach out and ring the doorbell

As I wait, I hear the yelling get closer

"...have to be fucking kidding me!"

The door swings open and I'm face to face with Mia, Yoongi coming towards the door behind her

"You", she snarls and the next thing I know pain explodes in my face as my vision swims and my head snaps to the side

My body follows my head and I wobble to the side, my foot flying off the step

I hit the ground, my body tumbling hard down the stairs, my temple smacking and scraping against the last step

Fuck

Oh god it hurts

"Joanne!", I hear Yoongi yell

"You slept with my boyfriend?", Mia shrieks, her voice painfully going right through my head

I close my eyes for a second, willing the nausea to go away

"You fucking slut!", Mia yells as I slowly sit up, "Do you open your whore legs for anyone? Not only do you fuck your ex, now you want to fuck your best friend too?"

I'm trying so hard to focus on what she's saying but it's hard

It feels like my head is swimming and I'm trying not to throw up

I touch my temple where the pain is and it feels wet

Pulling my hand away, I see red all over my finger tips

Blood

I'm bleeding

Fuck

"Mia, stop"

"Shut up Yoongi!", she yells, "You fucking cheated on me. With that!"

"It was a mistake", I groan out, slowly standing, needing to get the fuck away from here, "He regrets it"

"No I don't", I hear him say

Or I think he said but I'm not sure

My head feels woozy

He probably said something else and I misheard

"But you don't regret it do you?", she snarls

"I uh...", I say, forcing my eyes open, "Uh, no"

"You fucking bitch", she snaps, starting to come towards me

Oh god, I'm gonna get my ass kicked

"Stop it Mia", Yoongi yells, moving in front of her, stopping her, his back to me

I need to leave asap

"You stay the fuck away from him!", she yells, "Don't fucking come near him or I'll kill you!"

I believe her and right now I'm not in any condition to fight

"Do you hear me?", she shouts

"Yes", I answer, backing away as I realize that Yoongi isn't telling her to stop

He isn't arguing with her

He's letting her say these things to me and he...agrees with it

The rest of my heart that was intact completely shatters

I lost him

I turn around, hurrying back to my car, tears falling down my face as Mia continues to scream at me to never come back

She doesn't have to worry

I won't

Yoongi doesn't want me there, doesn't want me in his life so she'll never see me again

Getting in my car, I start it and take off

I need to go home

Not only am I heartbroken, I'm injured, bleeding and I think I may have a concussion

I need to get home so I can fall apart in peace

#bts yoongi fanfic #min yoongi fanfic #yoongi fanfic #bts suga fanfic #suga fanfic #bts yoongi smut #min yoongi smut #yoongi smut #bts suga smut #suga smut #bts fanfic #sigaraverlabidal

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I'm craving angst right now. like I want my heart to hurt. probably sounding insane right now lmao. brb I'm gonna read your fics to feel the hurt. hope you're doing well <3

does this work? i almost teared up reading this, my brother is going through a really tough break up so this hits different (taylors version.)

You know what part of a break up they never talk about? 

They prepare you for the heartache, and it goes beyond what anyone could try to prepare you for. It’s a pain you’ve never felt before, it was weird experiencing such intense emotional pain it caused physical pain. Everything hurt, your knees were wobbly but your feet felt like lead. Your head was dizzy and painful, your chest was tight and burning, your stomach was in knots. 

It was the worst six weeks of your life. You’d never wish it on anyone, not even your worst enemy, no human should ever experience something that agonizing, ever. 

But the real kicker, the real true gut wrenching, awful, excruciating thing about a break up? 

Is watching them move on. 

Nothing could have prepared you for the gut punch you felt when you saw Peter holding hands with another girl, the air left your lungs entirely. You clawed at your throat gasping for air, you felt like you were about to pass out. 

Because it hit, reality hit. 

Peter wasn’t yours. 

He wasn’t yours anymore and you can’t pretend he would come back, he may have broken up with you but there was always that silent prayer that he’d come back, begging for a second chance, pleading that he didn’t know what he was doing, he didn’t mean it. 

That would never happen, he has someone else now. 

Someone who’s going to touch him like you did, someone who’s going to feel like arms tracing down your body like he did, someones who’s going to laugh at him like you did, someone who’s going to hold his hand and kiss his face and give him hugs and play with his hair and wear his clothes and go on dates and feel his skin. 

Someone’s who's going to love him like you do. 

It wasn’t right, you felt betrayed, how could he do this? 

Doesn’t he know he’s not supposed to move on until both people fall out of love? 

Doesn’t he know you’re never going to fall out of love? 

You feel like you’re about to have a panic attack, how did he do it? How did he just leave it all behind? How can he act like it didn’t affect him too, like the meteor strike didn’t hit? 

You need to go home, you need to go home and crawl into bed and not leave until you can mentally prepare yourself enough to see him, see him with another girl. 

See him happy. 

Didn’t he know you were supposed to be the one that made him happy? 

He was the one that made you happy, you haven’t smiled in months. 

Peter left and took your joy with him, he’s given it to someone else now. 

You feel your legs move but you’re not in control, flight is taking control and you’re backpedaling out of the school doors, you take yourself all the way home and curl under the blankets, nothing feels right or normal or fine. 

And no matter how hard you try, you can’t stop watching them hold hands, can’t stop seeing Peter’s thumb swipe across the back of her hand like he did yours, six weeks ago. Even the tears seeping out couldn’t blur the vision. 

You wanted to text him. 

You’d imagine what you’d say. 

How did you move on so quickly? 

Do you ever miss us? 

Why did it happen like that? 

What happened to us? 

Did the love affair maim you too? 

I haven’t slept since that Tuesday you ended it. 

No, they wouldn’t bring closure, and you needed that, didn’t you? 

You pick up your phone, his contact still has a heart by it.

 The day you erase it is the day you die.

You give in, maybe if he knows how much you’re willing to change it’ll work. 

‘I’m sorry I couldn’t make you happy anymore, but I tried.’ 

‘I know you did.’ 

You didn’t need to say anything else, he already did. 

It wasn’t enough. 

#peter parker x reader #tasm!peter x reader #peter parker blurb #peter parker angst #tasm! peter parker x reader #tasm!peter x you #tasm!peter one shot #my writing

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Character: Conner Kent/Kon-El

Theme: Angst with a happy ending [for fucking once]

Word Count: 555

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It's insane how long Conner has liked you. It practically drives himself and others up the wall with how he's insistent on the fact you deserve better than him, some clone of Superman.

He's liked you since he first saw you, and you've liked him since.. Well, since you also first saw him. But somehow you just can't seem to notice that he likes you back.

Truth be told there was no chance he couldn't like you. All it took was for you to say a few words and he was swooning for you. Every word you spoke he committed to memory. Just a few brief encounters with you at first and his heart was yours.

But he still felt as if he didn't deserve you.

Yes, maybe he hits on you and just about everyone else [totally not you more than others]. But it's just him being friendly, right? That's what you so desperately tell yourself.

It's what your convinced of when you finally work up the courage to confess to him, pouring your feelings out with a stumbled speech. He's just being friendly, because he rejects you.

Truth be told, Conner likes you. He really, really does, don't get him wrong. But he thinks you deserve better. After all, he's nothing more than some clone of Superman. You deserved a real person. Not whatever he was.

Conner's convinced he did you right, turning you away. He's convinced he's done the right thing by swallowing his feelings down to send you off to love someone else. Distracts himself with going on random dates with others, even though you are all that is on his mind the entire time.

He's convinced of that until one day he's talking with Tim one day. The conversation eventually turns to you, and gods the look Conner has on his face when Tim talks about having heard you have Hanahaki Disease, he's rising to his feet.

He's already practically folded by the time he's seen you. Regretting those stupid fucking words when he'd rejected you. For your own good, really? That was so stupid, he thinks. He rejected you for you to find someone better, and instead you're dying because you still like him.

Instead of going to your apartment door like any normal person, he instead lands himself on your balcony, knocking on your sliding glass door. And the moment you open the doors he's got his arms wrapped around you, babbling numerous apologies.

Because god, he can't stand the thought of you dying over some stupid feelings you've got for him. And he likes you too, he's just convinced you deserve someone else. But hey, if your going to be stubborn, then maybe he should take the chance to be a little selfish.

"I'm sorry, I really am. I didn't mean it, I swear. I do like you, I really do. So please, don't die over me rejecting you because I think and know you deserve better than someone like me. Maybe let me take you out? Maybe a dinner date or something?"

And how could you say no, when he's asking so nicely?

How could you say no when he's practically on his knees, begging by the time he's done talking?

Of course, you two get a happy ending. One that you both deserve, no doubt.

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[vi-trying-to-survive]

No One Else

Anthony Lockwood x f!Reader

Warnings: None, this is fluff and only fluff :) 💖💖💖

Summary: Lockwood asked Y/N to stay with him for the night, which is not new, but she's tired of always running after him

A/N: This is basically a P2 to Couldn't Sleep 💖💖💖 It's a little short and I'm not entirely sure how I feel about it but I hope you guys like it :) 💖💖💖 Also sorry if updates are slow :') 💖💖💖 I hope you guys have a good day :) 💖💖💖

Also if you want to read it: Couldn't Sleep 💖💖💖

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She yawned and pulled the covers further up, covering her face. She pressed her face further into her pillow. The warmth was pulling her back to sleep. Wait, why was her pillow warm ? She blinked a few times, leaning up on her elbows. She grabbed aimlessly at the nightstand. Where was her hair-tie ? She turned to look around, the room was finally coming into focus. This wasn’t her room. She knew who's room this was. It happened again. She cursed under her breath, pressing the heel of her palm into her eyes.

Feeling something wrap around her waist, she turned to the left. Well at least one of the two of them was still having a good time. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy this, she did, but it hurt when they walked out and things went back to normal. She had told herself to break the pattern, more than once already, clearly this was turning out to be easier said than done. How was she expected to get over him when he always tugs her closer during a dangerous case and cuts the crust of her toast cause she doesn't like it. He really did look the most at peace when he was asleep. She sighed, pushing back the hair that had fallen over his forehead. How many more times would she find herself in this position before she finally learnt ? He begun to stir, she held her breath.

"Morning", he rubbed at his eyes.

She bit her lip, "Good morning".

He laughed, voice still gravelly in the morning, "Do you always stare at people in the morning ?". It seemed she had been caught. A heat rose to her face, she looked away.

She should say something witty she thought. "I um- I-", she frowned. Right, so this was not one of her best moments. Though she usually worked well under pressure, considering that her job involved getting rid of ghosts and avoiding death in general, this was one of those times where she did not.

"It's ok, it's sweet actually", he tilted her head back to his with a finger.

"Oh I-", she was suddenly aware of how close they were. An arm of his was still loosely circling her waist, their legs twisted together. Her heart was pounding and she was careful not to breath too loud. She wondered how insane she must look, her hair unbrushed and lines from sleep running across her face. Her racing mind was making this more and more mortifying. It would be best if she could suffocate herself right now.

"So, maybe we should talk about last night", he scratched the back of his head.

"Yeah, I- I understand-", she untangled herself from him. The ache in her chest began to grow stronger, but she fought to ignore it. She sat up at the edge of the bed, making a terrible attempt to pat down her hair.

"Wait, where are you going ?", rising up quickly, he left the covers strewn by his feet. His eyes were wide with hurt and distress.

She found it hard to meet his eyes, "I- Lockwood please- Don't make me say it out loud".

"Say what ?", he was confused.

"Pretend that last night didn't happen", she sighed. How he always managed to put her in such a vulnerable state, was beyond her.

"I- I don't understand, why would I want that ?", he ran a hand through his hair, wincing.

She threw her head into her hands, "We always do this". She felt her eyes burn, but forced herself to not cry. This game that they played was getting harder and harder to go along with each time they did it. She didn't want to be trapped in this cycle if it always ended with her wounded and chasing after him like a lost puppy. It was becoming humiliating and she couldn't bear it any longer.

She groaned, "You always say we're just friends but every time I come running after you we act like more, I can't do that anymore"

"I- I know, and I'm sorry", for once he was turning away from her. She chewed at her fingernail. This was somewhat out-of-character, but she was not against it. She kept silent. Maybe for once he would give her the truth, instead of beating around the bush with flourishes and distractions.

He pressed his lips together, "It's just that I thought you could do better- Better than me".

Her stomach did a flip. Well this was unexpected, to say the least. How could he even think that ? For the longest time she had only been able to think of him. He was rash and careless, but she was able to look past that, and she liked what she saw. She could only wonder why that was difficult for him to comprehend. She shook her head grinning, "Why is it so hard to get through your thick skull, I don't want anyone else. I want you". She shifted close to him and ran her thumb across his cheek, he leaned into her touch.

"I- I want you too, if you can get past how big of an idiot I can be", he smiled.

"I think that can be arranged", she laughed. Clutching the collar of his shirt, she tugged him down to her, connecting their lips. He was soft and gentle, reacting quickly enough to thread his fingers through her hair, pushing her nearer to him. He smelt faintly of lavender and worn books. She felt breathless, but couldn't wrench herself from him, wishing that they could be closer.

He pulled away, "We should have done that much earlier". She giggled. Dragging her back onto the mattress, he wrapped them tightly in the blankets, so that they were face to face with their hands intertwined. He seemed content and so was she.

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[writer-freak]

Frank Morrison (the legion) x new survivor reader (headcanons)

Summary: After a Night out you suddenly awake in a cornfield and there you meet a masked dude with a knife and your randomness maybe saved you there

Warnings:gender neutral reader, English isn’t my first language so sorry,blood, the Reader gets called stupid, classical Dbd stuff

A/n: I am writing all my exams soon so I may not be able to write till the Christmas holidays but I wrote this instead of learning for my Chemistry exam so I hope you enjoy

Likes, comments and reblogs are really appreciated🖤🖤🖤

• Being a new survivor who was just dropped into a trial

• Instead of being scared there was just confusion running through your veins

• You were pretty sure that last night you didn't go to sleep in a cornfield

• Walking around nothing makes sense about wherever you are

• Then you walked into someone, and that person had a mask on and a knife in his hand

• By now you were convinced that this was either a dream or a really elaborate prank from your friends

• You should probably be more scared but for some reason, you felt internally calm in this situation

• "Where am I bro?' was bro the right word to call a random guy with a knife

• Probably not but it is what it is and you couldn't go back now

• Not being able to see his expression made you a little bit unsure but then you heard him chuckle which then developed into full-blown laughter

• "did you really see me with a knife and your first thought was to call me bro" he was still laughing and then you started laughing too

• "Seriously are you just stupid or insane" you rubbed your neck in embarrassment and then the laughter slowly died down

• You then repeated yourself asking " but seriously where am I, because I'm pretty sure didn't pass out in a field yesterday."

• You still couldn't see his face but he rubbed his neck in the same manner you had before "yeah about that...“

• he introduced himself as Frank and explained all the stuff with survivors, killers the entity, and how things worked around here

• Even though he is a killer he told you he would be nice this one time because you made him laugh and were completely new

• This was greatly appreciated from your side and then he brought you to one of those generators

• He told you to just try and repair it and he would come back

• You heard something light up on the map and then some screams were heard

• You trusted Frank and continued repairing which was way harder than you thought it would be

• The gen constantly exploded in your face and you made barely any progress

• After more frustration and kicking the gen angrily, Frank appeared again

• He joked that kicking gens is his job and you let your gaze wander over him, you saw the sweat dripping down his neck, the heaving of his chest, and then your gaze landed on the blood which covered his hands and more importantly his knife

• You don't know why you didn't think the knife was dangerous before, probably because you guys were joking around and you didn't even think that he could hurt you

• Dread filled you but you stood your ground not wanting him to think you were scared

• He came closer and you were frozen on that spot but he walked past you to the gen and tapped it before asking " having troubles with this? I could hear this thing exploding at least 10 times"

• Him behaving like before made you relax and made you let a chuckle out before answering "well have you tried to repair one of those. Every time I think I did something right and then boom it explodes yet again "

• Frank laughed saying "Nah I'm happy that I'm on this side and just have to kick these little shits"

• You then said out loud what you thought the entire time "you know even though you told me you are a killer I find it weird with you know how normal we are talking right now it almost makes it unbelievable if I didn’t see the knife"

• He looked around and informed you that he needed to go again real quick and that you should continue to try and repair the gen

• With that he sped away to who knows where and you angrily locked at the machine before sticking your hands into the mess of cables again

• You heard some screams again and the short loss of concentration made the gen explode again

• You went back to the gen and the sound of the machine churning to live covered up the sound of Frank quickly taking someone out before they could alert you

• For some reason he was fond of you and didn't want you to be scared of him at least yet

• You continued innocently repairing the gen without much progress while your teammates all went down quickly with one member basically doing nothing

• You finally finished your generator but at that time Frank killed everyone else and came back to you

• You proudly showed off your work and Frank applauded you "now you only need to do this with four more and you can escape"

• Frank grinned behind his mask seeing you with a shocked face and asking if that was true

• "Well sorta, your other teammates also repair gens so you don't need to actually do it all alone but in total there need to be five gens finished to escape"

• While Frank gave you a quick run down at the start he left out quite a bit of information

• He showed you around the map with everyone else gone there was no threat of someone fucking this up

• Everything was explained in detail but he left some of the more brutal parts out before he brought you to the hatch

• You looked down into this weird void not really wanting to go down there

• "is it really the way to escape from here because I really don't trust this weird void "

• Frank laughed "do you want me to hold your hand while jumping down"

• There was worry on your face " you know usually I would think that this is a good joke but maybe I will actually take you up on that offer because this feels too ominous even for me"

• You held your hand expectantly to him and at first, he just looked at it but then he tried wiping the blood un his hand off on his pants

• He put his hand into yours and you squeezed it while taking a deep breath before you let go and jumped

If you made it this far I hope you enjoyed this and I hope you have a wonderful day💙🖤💙

#dbd x reader #frank morrison x reader #gn reader #frank morrison #dead by daylight #frank morrison headcanons #dead by daylight x reader #frank x reader #frank headcanons #dbd #dbd legion #dbd frank #no pronouns #headcanons

[magicalrocketships]

Hello!! I'm really excited about reading more Max/Daniel dick chicken fic (how did the last ask put it?? escalating horny/feral gay chicken sexting maxiel fic? 🤲) Do you have a snippet you could share?? Thank you!!

I DO have another snippet I can share!!

This is from a fic known subtly as Daniel and Max play Dick Chicken. The snippet I've posted already is here, and there are another couple of bits and pieces in my dick chicken tag, but I swear I can never actually make those tag links work any more, so sorry if that comes up with literally nothing. Yay, Tumblr! I promise they do exist even Tumblr insists that's a broken link.

Anyway, have some Max/Daniel rimming. (E, 1700 words. Ever so slightly edited to remove a couple of bits of context-required spoilers but it should still make sense). The entire fic should be subtitled the one where they're feral for each other. This bit is the first time they've actually got naked together and not through a phone screen.

"You are late."

"I had to shower." Daniel feels like he should protest because they never specified a time, and anyway, only one of them has travelled half the fucking globe today, and he's done most of his sleeping recently in very uncomfortable airplane seats and it is not his fault that he's completely fucking insane over Max fucking Verstappen, who— who is just pushing down his shorts. He is just getting naked in his entrance hall and looking at Daniel like Daniel is the one making strange choices. Which he is, but at least he's still fucking clothed like a fucking normal person.

"You did not need to shower to come here, Daniel," Max says. "Take your clothes off."

Daniel toes off his flip-flops and leaves his phone and keys on the hall table. "I was gross, I needed to shower."

"No," Max says, holding his hands palm up and doing a little lifting motion with them, a take your t-shirt off, please request that Daniel obeys because it's either that or… not taking his t-shirt off. "It was fine. But now you are here, and you are not naked."

This is the most they've talked since Daniel left Red Bull. This is fine. There is probably nothing to say, anyway. They both know why they're here. He tugs his koala t-shirt over his head and lets it pool on the floor, tangling with Max's discarded clothes as Daniel shoves down his shorts. He's half-hard in Max's apartment, shorts hanging off one foot, and Max has his hand cupped around his dick like he could be posing for any one of those expressionless selfies he's sent Daniel over the past few weeks.

Daniel is playing the same little song on a loop in his head and it goes what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck—

Max tilts his chin up. "I am going to lick you out and make you come, Daniel."

Cool, Daniel thinks nonsensically, as any remaining brain power he still has takes a nosedive off the nearest balcony. His dick gives up too, and just gets as hard as it's ever got before. It even gives Max a jaunty little wave. Cool. Not embarrassing.

"If you still want it, of course."

"I want it," Daniel says, and something in his brain must still be processing information because he doesn't remember deciding to say yes. It just happened while he was still trying to take in the fact that Max Verstappen is naked in front of him, with his dick out, and the world still appears to be turning on its axis like everything is fine.

Fuck, Daniel remembers when he used to be straight.

"Good," Max says, and sets off for the bedroom like Daniel is just going to follow.

Daniel follows. Max doesn't take him to the bed, though, but to the dressing table over the other side of the bedroom. There's Max's stuff on it, discarded boarding passes and stuff from his pockets and detritus from travelling. Knocked over deodorant bottles, sponsor shit he's never even bothered opening. A watch getting dusty somewhere in among the still packaged Red Bull t-shirts. There's a mirror.

Max nods towards it. "You can watch yourself," he says, like that's a normal thing to say, and he drops to his fucking knees.

Daniel looks at him for the longest moment, at Max Verstappen hard and naked and on his knees for him, weirdly expressionless but clearly waiting for Daniel to get on with it.

So: Daniel leans over the dressing table, palms flat against the surface. He spreads his legs and looks back over his shoulder at Max kneeling behind him.

Max looks up at him then. His eyes are bright. "I am going to make you come, Daniel."

"Yeah," Daniel says. His voice is hoarse. "Please."

Max adjusts his position. On his knees, directly behind him, his dick just there. Hard. Glistening wet at the tip. Daniel's mouth is dry. He licks his lips. Then Max cups Daniel's ass in his hands. Palms to his skin. "I have thought about this a lot, Daniel," he says, spreading Daniel's ass cheeks like this is a normal way to touch someone intimately for pretty much the first time. Daniel's skin already feels like touch paper. One spark and he'll be decimated. "I have come already thinking about this."

Daniel stares at himself in the mirror. He is pink. Unshaven. Eyes wide. His throat works. "Yeah?"

"Yes, very much," Max says, and then he strokes over Daniel's hole with the pad of his thumb. Daniel's hips skitter forwards, thighs hitting the dressing table. His dick bumps up against the torn plastic packaging of a new Red Bull shirt. Daniel shoves the plastic away until it's just the t-shirt. He drags his tip across the shirt. It leaves a little snail trail already. Max's thumb strokes his hole. It is disconcerting, because Max has never demonstrated a second of warming up in any of his pictures or videos. His is a hot lap approach to orgasms, fast and furious, and right now it is just his thumb. Daniel is watching himself in the mirror and it is already too much and literally nothing has happened yet. He is watching his own destruction and it is too late to stop it. He is already destroyed.

But then— Max spits on him. He spits and it runs down Daniel's ass crack and over his hole and Max gathers it up and strokes him wet. He spits again.

Daniel blurts pre come onto Max's shirt. He swallows down a groan. He is watching Rome burn but he is Rome and he's the one who lit the fucking match.

"You can make noises, Daniel," Max says. He has switched to the pads of his fingers, more than one. Daniel can feel his hole fucking flutter and it is humiliating, but it is more humiliating when he presses back against Max's fingers. But then Max leans in and Daniel feels the warmth of Max's breath on his skin and then Max presses his tongue to Daniel's hole and Daniel fucking expires.

Max is all business. He is data driven, at speed, the track a learning experience beneath his tongue. He drags his tongue up Daniel's crack, sweeps of attention that have Daniel whimpering. He laps at Daniel's hole, kitten licks, only moving away to spit on him, dirty and so, so fucking hot. He cups Daniel's balls through his legs, not gentle, never gentle, like touch is function and the only outcome is Daniel's eventual orgasm.

Daniel drowns. He drowns in the mirror, helpless to stay quiet, skin flushing pink. He presses his ass back into Max's face, and Max digs his fingers into Daniel's thigh and licks at him like it's a fucking race. Daniel melts like ice cream. When Max's thumb presses inside of him, his tongue lapping around it, Daniel cries out. He holds himself up on the flats of his palms, leaning forward until his forehead is pressed against the mirror. His breath clouds, wet and warm, steaming up the mirror.

Max's thumb is replaced by his tongue. He is inside of him. He eats Daniel out like he's starving. It is filthy hot. Spit drips down his crack. His dick leaks pre come across Max's shirt, and for a moment, Daniel longs for him to wear it afterwards. Daniel marking him up like he's his. He gasps it out into the mirror.

Max sits back, his breathing ragged. His tongue is replaced by a finger, two fingers, then he's back and there is spit and his tongue and he covers Daniel's hole with his mouth and alternately sucks and blows like it's a fucking practice session and he's trying to find the best fucking line to take a corner.

Daniel shudders through it. He shivers. He is disintegrating, Max re-arranging his molecules with his tongue, but the mirror shows him whole. A fucking mess, but whole. He reaches down to grab his dick, but he's barely got his fist wrapped around it when Max is nudging his hand away.

"I am going to make you come, Daniel," Max tells him, circling Daniel's wrist with his free hand. "Not you."

Daniel drops his chin to his chest. "You're going to," he manages. "God, Max, you're going to."

"Good," Max says, sounding satisfied, sounding breathless, and then he's spitting on Daniel's hole again and it's so fucking gross and so fucking perfect that Daniel just forgets everything but the points of connection; fingertips circling his wrist, a thumb to his pulse point, Max's nose and his lips and his fucking tongue. His other hand splayed across the top of his thigh, his thumb to Daniel's ass. The dressing table is leaving lines across the tops of his thighs. Daniel hopes they bruise, hopes he can go back home and press his hands to the marks and know that they are there because he went looking for knives and he found Max.

He found Max. God, he's going to come. He's going to fucking come, and it's going to be with his dick untouched because Max is still holding his wrist. Max's mouth circles his hole again, lips pressed to his skin. Max blows. Max's tongue tickles him, laps at his rim, slips inside again.

Daniel shudders, shivers, trembles. He tips over into orgasm almost without permission, pulsing come over Max's new Red Bull shirt, his dusty watch, a discarded bottle of Right Guard. A single condom, still in its wrapper. He presses his forehead to the mirror and watches come seep into Max's shirt.

Max licks him through it, until Daniel's pretty much pushing him away, over-sensitive and out of it. He drops to his elbows on the dressing table, hands to his face. He breathes. Behind him, Max gets to his feet. His hand goes to Daniel's hip. To the small of his back. Down over his ass, spreading his cheeks again. He's jerking off. Daniel knows without looking, he knows those sounds.

He shifts so he can watch in the mirror. He meets Max's gaze. He's flushed, his face a mess, his hair everywhere. Pre come drips onto Daniel's ass. His hand blurs.

"Come on me," Daniel tells him. "Please, Max. Please."

#my fic #dick chicken #subtitle: the one where they're feral

[3mcwriting]

Any Fan's Dream, Part 14

Any Fan's Dream Masterlist

Synopsis:

When you look around and see Avengers Tower in front of you and Peter Parker beside you, you wonder how the hell you managed to get into the MCU.

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The moment you heard that voice, you knew exactly whose hand rested on your shoulder. 

Oh shit.

"Natasha?" 

This was not good, this was very not good. Definitely not part of the plan. With her explicit instructions not to get out of bed, you knew she wasn't going to be happy about the situation. You couldn't blame her though, if someone you cared about was doing something incredibly stupid(even if it was justified), you would be concerned too.

"Come with me."

She dragged you down the hall, pulling you into an empty storage room.

After closing the door, she stared at you, green eyes assessing your form. You shifted, fingers fidgeting as you met her gaze. Her eyes never wavered, scrutinizing you with an intensity that made your palms sweat. Your eyes darted from side to side before landing back on- 

"I was just...well, you know-" You stopped, going slack-jawed when Natasha was no longer Natasha. 

Were you hallucinating because of your concussion? Wait- were hallucinations a symptom of concussions? You were pretty sure they were, given that at least that way it would explain the situation standing before you.

The raven-haired god looking back at you was not Natasha.

"Loki?"

What the fuck? He wasn't in the movie! Oh fuckity-fuckity the whole concussion-thing either really screwed up your head (although at least your speech was better today) or you really screwed up the movie. Either way, something was really screwed up. 

"One of my many names." 

Ok, so, uhhhh, one question; could hallucinations talk to you? 

You were 90% they could. In a lot of movies they could. But then again, movies weren't exactly known for being accurate to any sort of factual subject. Well, even if it was a hallucination, it was a hallucination of Loki, so it couldn't be that bad-

Not gonna be good if you start hallucinating during the fight. Going crazy isn't going to help anyone.

Those thoughts managed to swerve you away from simp-territory, sobering your mood. Reality-territory wasn't exactly sunshines and rainbows. 

Wait, did it even count as reality because you're not your reality. You're in a reality but it isn't your reality. Hmmm, then it probably does count as reality-territory just because it is a reality. Right?

Your inner musings were cut off by the shapeshifting god in front of you-

Wait! Shapeshifting! Omfg I'm so stupid. Loki can shapeshift! Oh, thank the universe I'm not going insane yet. Not the optimal time for that. Shit, but what is Loki doing here anyway? I should ask him. Oh wait, he's already talking.

"-foolish mortal. Why is it that all humans lack common sense? Is it a trait all mortals share? Are you all educated to be idiotic? You must be, otherwise it is a wonder that your species has made it this far with a complete lack of intelligence." Loki continued to rant about the stupidity of the entire human race, leaving you somewhat confused because he normally didn't insult humans for this long. He noticed that you didn't seem entirely focused. "Hello? Do humans lack the capacity to listen as well?"

You blinked. "You know, we probably do. That would explain a whole lot of shit."

The two of you stared at each other, silence pervading the room. You began to panic internally because you knew that Tony and Steve were still arguing- or even worse, they had already stopped talking, their conversation resulting in no compromise, the team still apart. Steve and Tony at odds, the rest of the team pulled apart, and it was only going to get worse when Bucky is brainwashed and-

When Bucky is brainwashed, holy fuck. Shitshitshit he's gonna break out and everything is gonna go to hell again.

The pounding in your head that had persisted all day only got worse as your stress rose, the aching only getting more intense. You clutched your hands to your head, breathing heavily as you tried to relax, hoping that the pain would just go. 

You felt a hand on your shoulder, and you looked up-

When had you fallen to the floor?

You squinted, the lights of the room making your eyes ache, but you still raised your head to look at the person who had rested a hesitant hand on your shoulder. 

Loki didn't enjoy the experience of his emotions growing out of his grasp, much preferring the cold sting of emotionless reason.

He didn't like the feeling of losing control, losing control meant being vulnerable, and being vulnerable meant being weak. He wasn't going to be weak.

You rose to your feet, clutching your head even harder as the world spun. 

Bucky was gonna break loose then Civil War was gonna happen then the team would break up and you'd be useless to stop it and then Thor's home would get destroyed and Loki would die and he didn't deserve to die and Thor didn't deserve all that loss and everythingwasgoingtohellandyouneededtofixit- you needed to do something because none of them deserved all the shit that happened to them and you couldn't bare to let it happen when you should've been strong enough to stop it and it's all so horrible and too much and you needed to change it-

"Loki," your voice was hoarse, "in about a year, you're going to be on a spaceship with all the other Asgardians. You have to bring them straight back to Earth. As soon as Asgard is destroyed, bring everyone back. Please, Loki, if you don't, too many people will die."

There were tears running down your face, your breathing coming too quickly, but you couldn't stop-

You wouldn't stop because if you did they would die and it would just end the same and you couldn't live with yourself if you let that happen-

"What do you mean?" Loki's brows were furrowed in unease, his blood running cold at your warning. "Asgard destroyed? How could such a thing happen?" 

"It's the only way for everyone to survive," you gasped, desperation giving your voice a haunted edge. "You don't- please, Loki, I can't explain it. Just- just trust me, please."

Your hands dropped, stopping the clutching of your head and resting dejectedly at your sides, fingers fiddling anxiously. 

You knew what you were asking of him wasn't fair, and you knew that you couldn't just expect him to trust you. But you needed him to trust you, if only for this one instance. You knew that Loki's trust was almost nonexistent, and thereby almost impossible to earn, but you hoped that maybe- just maybe, he would be wary enough of your warning that he wouldn't forget it. 

The distress in your voice and the anguish in your eyes unsettled Loki almost as much as your words, the sincerity throwing him off balance- every part of you seemed to scream that you were telling the truth, that you were begging him to believe. Your profound actions made it scarily easy to believe that you weren't lying- lies weren't at all unfamiliar to the god of mischief, in fact, they were welcome when compared to such earnest proclamations. But how could your attitude be so fervent about a situation that was nothing other than impossible. 

You couldn't be telling the truth-

Asgard being destroyed? His people being slaughtered? 

No, there was no possibility of such a thing happening. There couldn't be. 

Even if you spoke with such grieving torment, your warning as heartfelt as it was ominous, eyes pleading him to believe- it couldn't be possible that you were telling the truth.

"I know you probably don't believe me," your voice was dejected, hopeless. "But don't forget what I'm saying, I-" don't want you to die.

~~

"Tell me, Bucky. You've seen a great deal, haven't you?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

"You fear that...if you open your mouth, the horrors might never stop. Don't worry." A message appeared on the screen in his hands. "We only have to talk about one."

Darkness arrived, all the lights in the buildings going out in one fell swoop.

"What the hell is this?"

"Why don't we discuss your home? Not Romania. Certainly not Brooklyn, no. I mean, your real home." Helmut Zemo removed his glasses, approaching the restrained veteran, a book the color of dried blood clasped in his hands. Reading from those horrid pages, the words coming out crisp as he spoke Russian. "Longing."

Bucky shut his eyes, grunting out a painful, "No.", his head snapping back as the word echoed in his head.

"Rusted."

"Stop." One word with the force of a command, but the desperation of a plea.

"Seventeen."

Bucky's arm trembled, the metal shaking. "Stop."

"Daybreak."

A scream tore out of the man's throat, his anguish breaking free. He clenched his fist and ripped loose of his restraints. He didn't want it to happen again. He didn't want to be less than a person again. 

"Furnace. Nine."

Bucky grunted, punching the walls of his cage, his actions desperate- desperate to get out, desperate to stop those words- desperate to not be that monster again. He knew all the suffering he had caused, all the blood spilled at his hands. But even as his fists pounded against the walls, Zemo kept reading, those cursed words falling from his lips.

"Benign."

The alarms blared, red lights casting ghastly shadows across the walls, familiar ghosts lurking just beyond his field of view.

"Homecoming. One. Freight Car."

With one final punch, the door flew off, one person standing in the opening.

The man who rose to his feet, eyes vacant and body tense, was not the man who had been in agony mere moments before. 

The Winter Soldier had arrived. 

"Soldier?"

"Ready to comply."

~~

“Fuck.”

You sighed, massaging your temples and trying to stand in a way that caused the least amount of pain to flare up from your back.

Running around looking for a warehouse that could be literally any of the stupid-fucking-buildings that surrounded you was not a great task for someone with a concussion and burns all the way down their back. 

You were lost, tired, and in pain, and you just wanted to find Steve, Sam, and Bucky, but nooooo, the buildings all had to look alike and the movie never showed exactly which warehouse. It was a pile of bullshit and you were tired of the stink. Jeez, you weren’t supposed to even be out of bed, better yet sprinting around abandoned warehouses in a frantic search for international fugitives, all because you had been kidnapped (again), making you miss when Bucky gets brainwashed, and by extension, leaving you unable to change shit about it.

You kicked a rock, the clang of the object striking the side of the warehouse resonating through the area. The noise didn’t manage to tear you out of your thoughts, going unheard by your ears, but not by others.

You knew how everything would turn out if you couldn’t figure out a way to change it, but you were having trouble finding Steve, better yet changing the course of the MCU history. You needed to figure out something to keep the rift from growing and half the Avengers becoming fugitives, something that would help them, maybe even make a compromise be possible. The problem you were most worried about at the moment, was when Tony found out that Bucky killed his parents. Bucky wasn’t at fault, but he was blamed, and you needed something, anything, that would help.

Tony was angry, a more than understandable emotion when finding out your parents were murdered, but blaming Bucky wasn’t fair or useful. Bucky was a tortured, traumatized man, he didn’t deserve Tony or anybody else’s hate. Not when he gave up everything to fight for his country. 

Not when he gave up everything to save his friend.

You just wanted to help. 

Unfortunately, the world didn’t seem to give a single-flying-fuck about what you wanted, so if you were going to change the course of fucking history, you couldn’t count on any help from anybody. None of them knew the truth about you, and while that kept you up at night (knowing that you were withholding information from your heroes all because you couldn’t bear the thought of having to leave this world), you needed to make sure that you changed something. The only problem (well, the most pressing one at the moment) was that you were concussed and definitely not in the greatest shape for a fight, you needed someone who could help you but you couldn’t tell anyone the truth about who you were. 

Well, you thought, there was one person who seemed to have an inkling that you weren’t everything you said you were.

Telling Loki though? As much as you admired the god of mischief, you couldn’t count on him to help you. 

You kicked the next rock even harder, the loud ping of it striking the wall not registering in your 

Your desperation for someone to help you didn’t outweigh your need to stay in the world, and while that was selfish, you couldn’t risk losing this amazing new life until you knew for a fact that you couldn’t help everyone on your own. You still had hope to keep the team together, Tony hadn’t seen the Bucky footage, Steve could still tell him before the information was sprung on them. 

T’Challa was able to restrain himself from lashing out in vengeance (it took him a while, but he didn’t kill Zemo), so maybe Tony could be reasoned with. He wasn’t a bad man, just someone blinded by grief and anger. 

You didn’t want them to fight again. You didn’t want them to tear each other apart.

The next rock you kicked finally resulted in a loud enough noise to startle you out of your thoughts.

Mainly because that noise was a scream.

“Why did you kick that rock so damn hard?” Sam rubbed his face. “Jeez, I’m gonna have a bruise.”

#mcu #marvel x reader #the avengers #avengers x reader #tony stark #clint barton #steve rodgers x reader #bucky barnes x reader #black widow x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #peter parker x reader #loki x reader #thor x reader #wanda maxmoff x y/n #steve rogers #bucky x y/n #natasha romanoff #peter parker #wanda x reader #loki laufeyson #any fan's dream

[vodrae]

DC Comics highschool AU where Bruce 18 and Harvey 18 are the golden twins (lovers) of the football team, but after an injury, Harvey is replaced with that nerd from smallville who's in the school's newspaper, and he's able to make Bruce cheer too !

Grrr

So Harvey's integrating the cheerleaders (and debate) team to stay close of the field and his mentor is the girl rumoured to be the great grandgirl of the last Chinese Emperor Talia Al-Ghul.

In this AU, there is an unofficial club of heavily mentally scarred gothamite kids, you know who i'm talking about, and they have been adopted by the Golden Twins (lovers), so better not mess with them.

Everybody knows Dick 17 , he has to settle down in Gotham when his parents died and social services were looking for a solution, Alfred Pennyworth took him in, he was there with Bruce that night. Captain of the gymnastic team, no enemy guy, the only one able to shine brighter than Harvey. Someone tried to mess with his girlfriend once, Kori Anders, apparently he also learnt muay thai on the road.

Jason Todd 16 , Stephanie Brown 15 , Duke Thomas 14, Harper 16 and Cullen Row 14 can't and won't deny coming from Park Row, sorry, crime alley, Duke is actually from Bristol, but you know, nuances are too complicated. They met each other in foster system and Dick too.

One day, when the orphanage was running very low on money, Jason appeared with multiple bags of food. The others thought he was joking when he said he stole the 4 wheels of the mayor's Bentley, when he, Jacob Kane, came with the police they weren't joking so much.

Long story short, they are Kane's wards now, it's was a package deal.

Jay and Duke are making the glorious hours of writing club, Jason would like theater and Duke chemical but Jacob made them pick a sport, Jason was kind of forced to go to the football defensive team, (Jake didn't digest the L against Metropolis in 86) and Duke for the running team. As fast as light.

Steph is Lois Lane's right hand for the school's newspaper, she's running their social medias with great sucess and is the head of gossip departement. Clark is the left hand for the investigation departement. She won against Jason, Harvey, Clark and others *wink wink* the biggest eater contest. She's now a subject for the quantum physics club.

Harper leads the electronics club, the school still remembers when her dog sized spider drone was unleashed. She's also in the kickboxing club.

Cullen is vibing in the theater and art club.

Kate Kane 18 can't stand all the dumbasses above but if she has a dream where you are glaring at them she will break your knees. Her father wanted her to do ballet, she's doing music and kickboxing. Bullying is her love langage.

Tim Drake 15 is a little genius coming in HS at 12, a unique feat until a certain someone from middle east came to school... He's driving Edward Nygma insane by solving all his riddles, photography and and electronic club. His parents are rich but always absent. 7 years ago, Alfred invited him for thanksgiving, never really left since.

Damian Al-Ghul 13 and Cassandra Wu-San 16 are cousins, they are not related but their family have known each other forever and Cass was there the day the demon spawned. Damian is Dusan's Al-Ghul son, who's 30 years older than his little sister Talia, the two are really too much well trained in martial field to be normal. Damian's is leading the escrima club.

Cass, despite being mute, is leading kickboxing club, noboby ever won a round against her. In the entire country. Except for her big sister Sandra Wu-San, also known in professional wrestling as Lady Shiva, who could give her a draw. Also she can't use technology to save her life.

The Wu-San are the adopted daughters of Dinah Drake (second cousin of Tim) and Ted Grant, a former world heavyweight boxing champion and a professional wrestler known as Wildcat. Together they have a bio daughter, Dinah Jr Laurel Drake-Grant.

A girl, Selina Kyle 18 claims she's not related to them but still has a permanent room in their house if she wants to come. Teddy met Jacob Kane in the army and were deployed in middle east together, he found his girls in some destroyed village in the Middle East and resigned right after.

Talia and Damian are from one of the oldest Asian family, and very old money. Some argues that was their family who created the first philosopher's stone. Their grandpa being the only person on Earth from the XIX century still alive is not helping. Ras wife's family helped the Americans in the Middle East that how he met Ted and Jacob.

Talia 18 is in the cheerleading club because of her HUUUUUUUGE crush on Bruce Wayne, best grades ever everywhere. Wants to become a vet.

Nyssa 17 Al-Ghul is in the kickboxing club and write her secret stuff just for her.

Barbara Gordon 17 is the daughter of the commissionner, someone shot her, she's paralysed. She's the captain of wheelchair basketball and in the electronics. She's a godess at armwrestling. For real she's an hydraulic press. She's really close of Dick Grayson and maybe she has adopted Steph, Cass, Harper as hers. Her own pose in school is with Dinah Laurel and Helena Bertinelli.

She's very competitive and will take very badly if Tim is just behind her again at the Olympics of hacking this year.

Diana 18 (who is at least as tall as Clark, i'm right on this) is leading the wrestling team and history club, she's a exchange student from Greece from a monastry where men are forbidden as a diplomatic move with her sisters. (in reality the opposite exists, for real). Her accent makes every boys and girls fall for her. She has a very strong sens of justice. One day she saw Bruce and Clark, not even talking together and..."Your mine now ! We're having tacos tonight !" They knew they couldn't negotiate.

Ollie Queen 18, everybody knows he will go to a board school one of the four (three) true childhood friends of Bruce Wayne. Captain of the archery team. Came with his own crew, all in the team. Desperatly in love with Dinah Jr.

Zatanna Zatara 18, her father was a close friend of Thomas Wayne, she's on a very good way to become a magician herself. One of the four (three) true childhood friends of Bruce Wayne. Leads theater club.

Hal Jordan 18, wants to become a jet fighter, obsessed with construction games. Mathematic club and running team.

Kendra Saunders 18, also known as Hawkgirl, because the week-end she's doing BASE Jump.

John Jones 18 and his half-sister Megan Morse 17, they are refugees from oversea after a coup. They love the special effects in movies and theaters so they are is this club. They came with

Kori Anders 17, princess in exile of Tamara, she's a really sweet girl so the school asked their sweetest student to guide her through her new life : Dick Grayson. Nobody knows how she mastered english in so little time. She had troubles with the differencies beetween the two countries. Everyone's favourite. Hurting, even a little Kori is declaring war to the whole school. She's also taller than anybody and very muscular. She kinda adopted Jason ?

Rachel Roth 14, is the daughter of the King of Azaroth, nobody really knows where it is. She's in the meditation and spiritual club. The only one allowed to hug, kiss, and touch her is Kori. The constant barking with Damian Al-Ghul can't only be hatred.

Donna Troy 17, Cassie Sandmarks 15 and Artemis Grace 16, they came with Diana. They all had a "Oh my god, he's so pathetic, I love him." With a Gotham Boy. They are all very tall and strong and in the weightlifting club.

Clark 18 and Jon 14 come from Smallville and are, 1) the sweetest guys ever, 2) fucking STRONG, there is a video on the differents groupchats of them, lifting the school gargoyle after a storm. Maybe farm strenght isn't the only explanation.

Kon 15 and Bizz 14 are from metropolis, Ma Kent's sister married Papa Luthor and they had Lex and then one rebelious and one albino with a speach impeachement, who is also the size of a polar bear. But, beware, Bizz is Jason Todd and Artemis love child. They haven't really figured yet what they want to do. Bizz is in special class with Cassandra Wu-San so you can regulary see her on his back giggling.

Linda 17 and Karen 18 kent, cousins of Clark by Pa Kent came back in town a few years ago after they lived their whole life in California. Linda is in the well-being club and liked by everyone. Karen is more on the amazonians side of the force and can't help herself but have homoerotic sparring with any strong woman on sight.

Dinah Jr Laurel Drake-Grant 18 embrassed her mom legacy and already took the mantle of Black Canary and can already put stages on fire. Her perfect figure must not makes you forget that she can beat your ass in seconds because she's in the kickboxing club too. Probably why Ollie is so in love. If you ask her if she's single, she would either tell you to fuck off if dhe doesn't like you or tell you she's already married with further explanation. (Could be either the stage, or Barbs and Helena).

Roy Harper 17 is in the archery team and music club with Dinah, nobody can sing the country and blues like him. He kinda adopted Jay with Kori too. Him and Jay made a pact to quit alcohol and drugs after they had a bad trip together on a joint in the toilet at a party together.

Lian Harper 14 is his little sister and will stay single until she's 30, at least. Well, everyone on the Arrow Team would like that. She loves hanging out with Dick and the others. Archery team too.

(I don't actually quite know a thing on the rest of the team, but they are there and well.)

The Allens all have their buddies too and are putting the race tracks on fire. Their father Jay Garrick holds multiple records of speed and gold medals. But not for long to his hapinness.

The Curry family comes from the islands in pacific ocean and are setting new records every years in swimming competition. They are all in bio courses to study marine life.

Harley Quinn 18 went in school with Bruce after his parent's murder, saw him sad, and never left him. One of the four (three) true childhood friend. She won't follow any rules but she's not a bad person. Wants to help everyone with their mental health, got a pretty big tik tok account and instagram on this topic. Her ex boyfriend, Jack, made her do bad things. But her (girl)friends Pamela, Selina and Bruce and a few others (all the people above) quickly talked to him. (Alfred signed a 100 000 dollars check for surgery)

Pamela Isley 18 leads the botanic club, she doesn't like people, like at all, would talk to grass but not you, she only started to like her figure when Harley couldn't stop ranting about her "water melon boobies" and "starship butt" in PE's locker room . Anybody else would be dead, but...It was Harley ? And Selina was laughing her ass off.

Selina Kyle 18, aka Catgirl because she's always wearing stuff with cat, her bagpack, cat ears, cat make up. She has a super model walk and won't accept shit from anyone. She wants to be a vet with Talia.

Jack Napier : still in the coma. AKA Joker, a nickname gained in jail for minors.

Thomas Eliott 18, the minus one true childhood friends of Bruce Wayne, wants him dead. Jealous that he had his inheritance before him.

(I spent 4 hours on this. Why ? BECAUSE I'M BATFAN)

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[imminent-danger-came]

Hi there! Anon sent reeling by S1E6 again! And I would just like to say that your response to my ask made me So Normal. Especially you bringing up S2E6, which is why I’m currently setting up a lawn chair here on the brink of insanity, because apparently I’m not going anywhere anytime soon. 

Because yes, you’re completely right about S2E6 demonstrating this cycle of pushing others away while pushing themselves towards greatness and accidentally leaving pain in their wake that MK and SWK have managed to stick themselves in, but ALSO now I can’t stop thinking about how we get Shadow Play IMMEDIATELY afterwards. 

Like… how much do you think Macaque had seen? Obviously he could see MK getting too caught up in his own head (*cough* and trauma *cough*) and shutting out his friends, but… how much had he seen seen, you know?

And now I also can’t stop thinking about how immediately after Shadow Play, we get To Catch a Leaf. Which is obviously an incredible episode in its own right, but it’s also the first episode since Minor Scale where MK is surrounded by his friends and he lets them help him. Because in S2E6, Mei and Sandy are with him, but he’s not really with them. He’s focused on getting stronger, to the point where he ignores them telling him exactly how to do so. And in the beginning of Shadow Play, we learn that he’s been further isolating himself off screen and blowing off activities with them so that he could focus on ‘[being] ready’. 

But then To Catch a Leaf happens. And it starts off with MK surrounded by the others, having recently done something fun (curses aside) with Mei, and it’s not a big deal. He’s not stressing about getting stronger or being ready, he’s just… there with them. Present and in the moment, at least as much as he can be, and it’s fine. He’s fine, and more importantly he seems to be letting them in and being a bit more open with them. 

And this carries on into 72 Transformations! Because obviously he still hasn’t told them The Thing, but he does go from ignoring/avoiding them while trying to get more powerful to calling them all up so that he can involve them. Figure at least some things out, together. And it drives me insane because he was getting better! He may very well have worked his way up to telling the others about LBD! But then she came a-knocking with more trauma, and it blasts him two steps back and it’s just… AHHH! He was SO CLOSE!!!

Also, side note: Do you think MK believes he has a body count? And I don’t even mean the nebulous potential casualties from all the recent disasters that MK blames himself for, I’m talking about Spider Queen specifically. Because MK isn’t an idiot. If he didn’t know she was dead (or whatever getting sucked into the furnace counts as) immediately after the sewers, he would have put two and two together after Destiny Fulfilled. And considering this is the guy who blames himself for DBK getting out despite knowing that SWK was right next to him in bird form the entire time, I don’t think it’s a stretch to say that he probably thinks it’s his fault. So… do you think it’s possible he sees himself as a murderer? Or, like, murderer adjacent? And if he does, how much more layered and messed up do you think that’d make the potential ‘Wukong reveals he killed Macaque’ moment?

Sorry for the long ask, the monkey show has changed me for better and worse. I will never be the same. *reclines on my lawn chair, gazing out over the precipice of madness with a thousand yard stare*

One: never apologize for a long ask, especially when it has so much good stuff in it! Two: I KNOW RIGHT. The monkey show really does change you for the better or for the worst. I'm still reeling from s4 and it's been 4 months, and then the s4 special came in and permanently altered my brain chemistry once again. I have a house next to this abyss.

ANYWAYS.

The back and forth of MK's character is one of my favorite things about lmk (of which I have many)! He takes 2 steps forward and then 4 steps back, and I think that's a testament to what getting better can look like—it's not linear. Sometimes, it's not even moving forward, and that's hard.

I think a great example of this "2 steps forward and then 4 steps back" phenomenon is MK's growth in Revenge of the Spider Queen:

MK starts believing in himself, smiling at that face in the mirror. It's not a strong belief, not yet, but it's a start. You can even see him making this attempt to improve in 2x01:

(this got a little long so everything else under the cut!)

MK: "Ah! Ugh, come on MK you can do this! Self-confidence! That's Monkey King 101!"

"Wait! I am worthy! Definitely worthy!" I'm Monkie Kid! Basically the new Monkey King—might have heard of me? You know, the next chapter? I'm totally worthy!"

(2x01 Sleep Bug)

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MK's even trying to mimic Monkey King here, the person he thinks he should be:

But then, as you've mentioned, LBD and 2x05 comes along.

And it's funny, because now we know MK did become more like Monkey King, just like he wanted, but it's in all the wrong ways.

((Kind of a side note: We also know that Monkey King couldn't have "picked the wrong successor", because there honestly wasn't another option for a successor to begin with. MK grappling with like, 3 levels of Wukong lies is what makes s2 so delicious to watch))

And then we have 2x06, and THEN 2x07, and I'm sure that's exactly why Macaque stepped in! He saw MK going down the same path Wukong did. The drive to become stronger, pushing his friends away—Macaque in Shadow Play knows exactly what he's talking about:

Macaque: "Well, with ol' Monkey King not around I thought someone should teach you a lesson! Ah MK, you really are dense, aren’t you. Haha, you saw a story about a hero who got handed everything, who didn’t have to work for anything, and you thought you were the other guy? The second the hero got real power, he couldn’t care less about his friends. That’s you bud." (2x07 Shadow Play)

("Everything I did was for us!" "You did it for yourself!" *head in my hands .png*)

Wukong leaves. That's what he does, and that's what he did to MK in both Revenge of the Spider Queen (leaving MK to fight Spider Queen and her mech alone) and 2x01.

And honestly, MK in s2 is simply doing his best to pick up the pieces, to be Monkie Kid alone, without SWK or even his friends. But it doesn't really work—hiding LBD's return from his friends didn't save them in 2x10, and it didn't stop the Lady Bone Demon, just like Wukong hiding LBD's return from MK didn't protect MK from any of it.

This pattern, of walking in Wukong's footsteps and making the same mistakes, keeps repeating itself.

MK's 2x08 parallel to Wukong in 3x10 is another good example of that.

MK's terrifying of hurting the people he cares about, so he leaves. He runs off, and this only hurts his friends further. ("Can't you see you're hurting the people who care about you the most?" and "I can’t risk hurting the people I care about—the one’s I have left.".)

And so, tying this all back to the s4 special, we're starting to see MK take 2 steps forward again:

MK: "You ever wish things will just stay like this, like they are right now?" Sun Wukong: "Pssshhkk, where's the fun in that?" Tang: "Uh um, Monkey King, we need to have a serious conversation about your idea of fun."

Mei: "At least we fixed something for a change, instead of destroying it!" MK: "Yeah! So long as we leave the world in better shape than we found it, then it's all good right?"

(4x14 Better Than We Found It)

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And I'm waiting for the eventual 4 steps back.

Because well..."At least we fixed something for a change, instead of destroying it"...it's not that they didn't fix anything, but plenty was broken:

Flower fruit mountain was destroyed. Azure died. Whoever orchestrated all of this is still out there.

So, MK's current answer to "doing what you think is right" leading "to pain" might just not hold up. Because well, MK can try, that's for sure, but all that effort might still not make it a net positive, you know?

I think MK will blame himself for Azure's death, for SURE tough. He might have residual guilt about Spider Queen and everyone else harmed along the way, but Azure is the one I'm certain on. MK feeling like he's a "murder adjacent" and that compounding with the "Wukong Murdered Macaque" reveal and being "just like Wukong"...OH BABY. IT'S ALL COMING TOGETHER.

Like,

MK: "I just- I just want to be me. To be MK!" Curse MK: "Yeah well...we all know exactly where that leads." LBD Voice Over: "To pain."

(4x07 Pitiful Creatures)

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Identity and destiny are very much intertwined in this show, and MK doing what he thinks is right and being himself leads to pain. That's exactly what happened to Azure—he took the Jade Emperor's throne to try and make the world a better place, but all he managed to do was barely fix what he himself had broken.

MK: "Yeah well...I'm kinda always the one getting the world in trouble to begin with so..."

(4x01 Familiar Tales)

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All it's going to take is one antagonist speech towards MK that hits a little too close to home, and everything else is going to come crashing down.

I am very much getting geared up for my s5 lego tragedy, thank you very much!

#legitimately SO ill over it #Like MK is going to go full harbinger of chaos. I don't see any other way this will shake down #*sobbing* IT'S ALWAYS TO PAIN #MK tries SO hard to have positive character development but he always gets struck down #this is probably my favorite ask ever thank you anon #it seems like you enjoyed the monkey show. I'm glad we're all enjoyin' it #brb I am gonna go and rewatch 2x08 because I can #one of my favorite episodes #Like. Sandy accidentally destroying the bear mountain DRIVES ME INSANE. INSANE. HOW COULD THEY DO THAT TO ME. #Like Sandy's answer to ''to pain'' was very similar to MK's. He was choosing not to fight so he couldn't hurt anyone #But that didn't work out! #And this is imp's continuing adventures of going insane over Sandy and MK parallels #''I AM a monster! That's what the world wants me to be—so that's what I'm gonna give 'em!'' #Okay jan #Thanks #This will have no implications down the line #lmk meta #lmk #lego monkie kid #monkie kid #asks #lmk MK

[bylightofdawn]

Seeds Snippet

Okay I'm just so ridiculously happy that Jaster and Jango have gotten to this point I am totally gonna post a snippet. It's TECHNICALLY Sunday so this could totally be WIP Sunday adjacent. XD

Context, Jaster is laid up in a hospital bed after his pretty gnarly injuries from his fight with Tor Vizsla, they were previously discussing Arla and how she'd gotten involved in the whole thing. I am gonna redact certain key story spoilers but mainly it's just them having a real, wholesome conversation and Jango finally works up the guts to confess to Jaster that he doesn't want to be Mand'alor. Something he's been hiding and stewing over pretty much the whole damned fic.

I feel like Jaster's B-tier parenting has definitely upgraded over the fic and I'm willing to give him a solid A-tier parenting gold star at this point. As always, it's super rough, not edited, and since it was written last post-midnight, it is bound to be even more typo-riddled and dramatically incorrect than normal. Those are Gremlin El hours after all.

Surprise flashed across Jango’s face when Jaster said that. A troubled look quickly followed it. “That was stupid of her.”

“I agree; I wish she’d trusted me enough to communicate her plans at the very least. But I also understand why she did it. Death Watch taught her the best way of solving her problems is with violence; it’s going to take a lot of time and effort for her to learn to outgrow those ingrained habits. And while I do understand why she did what she did, I would be lying if I didn’t admit it has shaken my trust in her somewhat.”

Something akin to fear shadowed the teen’s eyes. “Are you going to send her away?” Jango asked, voice going tight.

“No, I think that would only serve to prove all of her fears and concerns about us correct if I were to do that. And I also think it would make her backslide and we don’t want that. Also? I would never do that to you, Jango so don’t worry about that. We’re just going to have to take things slow. But I was serious when I made my offer to assist her in settling into any life she wanted to pursue. I don’t want to see her slip through the cracks.”

Jaster’s lean face wore a weary and tired expression. “I’m afraid of what we will find when we head home and make a more concerted effort to find the Death Watch training base. It’s clear we cannot leave that to lie any further. I suspect there will be too many Arla Fetts we will discover when we start turning over rocks on Concordia.” He looked up at Jango then with a somber look on his face.

“I don’t want your generation or the ones that follow to inherit our war. And I don’t want to see an entire generation of children have their childhoods ripped away because of Tor Vizsla’s insanity and zealotry. I fear the damage has already been done but maybe we can mitigate some of that pain and sorrow going forward.”

Jango nodded seriously and settled back into the chair next to Jaster’s side.

“Speaking of the future, there’s something I’ve been meaning to talk to you about.”

“What’s on your mind, Jango?”

The boy looked anywhere but directly at Jaster as he visibly battled with coming up with what he wanted to say.

“I’ve been thinking about this for a while, so I don’t want you to think this is a rash decision. But…I don’t want to be Mand’alor. I know everyone expects me to step up and that you need a proper successor, but I don’t think that’s me.”

Jango’s words confirmed that Jaster had been suspecting for a while if he was being truthful with himself. And at part of him understood just how much pressure it was to place on the shoulders of a young teenager. Still, he knew how much that must have cost Jango to admit.

“I understand and I respect your choice. I never, ever wanted you to think I was expecting you to succeed me. Hells, this isn’t some blood dynasty that needs to be handed down anyway. I’m sorry if you felt pressured or like there was some expectation to do so. I’ll make it clear to everyone as soon as I’m better.”

“But…after everything that’s happened, that’s just going to make people panic more, I think.”

“That’s my problem to deal with, you don’t need to take that pressure on your shoulders. And if people are assuming just because you’re my son that means I’m automatically going to chose you to pick up the mantle when I retire then I’ll have to set some people straight. Yes, things might be in flux and in transition for a while. And I would not be surprised if someone looks at me and thinks I’m a crippled and weak target and I will cross that bridge if it comes to it. I will respect the old traditions and answer any challenger who thinks they can lead our people better than me.”

Fear curdled in Jango’s stomach at the realization that Jaster’s injuries had really left him in a precarious position.

[Redacted story spoilers here] Jaster assured him and reached out to ruffle Jango’s mussy curls affectionately, something the teen only visibly tolerated.

“Now, I want you to get out of this place; I want you to go get some real food, find a shower, brush your damned hair and get some real sleep in a real bed. That’s an order, understand?” He said playfully, but there was a hint of steel in his voice all the same, and Jango recognized the order for what it was.

“Yes, buir.” It was one of the few times when Jango said that word with sincerity, not a hint of exasperation, scorn or irony. Jaster felt something lighten in his chest.

“Good, I’ll see in twelve hours, nothing less.”

And that earned him an exasperated eye-roll from the teenager, which was almost to be expected at this point.

“I love you, kiddo.” Jaster decided to press his luck just a little if only because he didn’t want a day to go by that, his son had any doubt that he loved him. And if that meant saying it out loud more often and being more proactive in demonstrating it, he would do it.

“Yeah, me too.” Jango said a little husky as he climbed to his feet. After hesitating, he leaned down again and gently hugged Jaster one last time before booking it for the door.

#wip sunday #el writes #fanfic snippet #jaster mereel's a- parenting skills #jaster mereel #jango fett #seeds for the future fanfic

[kustas]

sorry for the more critical requests before.

Top 10 anime that you think went under the radar or are generally unknown

Top 10 anime you like the world building of

It's all good! I'm not gonna know enough anime for all this so I'll do the broad categories.

Anime I like that's unknown or went under the radar

The reason why I spent so many posts shilling Inu-oh is because of how hard it was flopping in american theaters. Many things factored in it but still disappointing. It's a great movie!

Related ish, I had a lot of fun watching Heike Story and saw nobody talk about it.

One of my favorite shows I watched this year was the second season of Megalobox which I had never heard of. The first season is not good though

"what if Ghibli made-" have you seen Ronja yet? If not watch Ronja. I can bet most of you will not have watched Ronja

While I'm at it Castle Cagliostro is by no means recent but it's a delight

One of the best kid's shows I watched was Ōban Star-racers which I've never seen talked about online at all barring french people. It's a cute and clever show with extremely Y2K designs and it's just a fun time. Should be entirely up on YouTube for free, if you're in the mood for jetix type nostalgia go wild, it's pretty short

Speaking of stuff that's free on YT: the little prince and the eight headed dragon! An old movie (1960s) with an amazing art style

Third round of free on YT: the animated Ramayana. It's a long one so prepare for that but I liked it a lot. Got remastered recently too so if you want to buy it in HD

Shows (... and I'm adding manga) who's worldbuilding I like

Mushishi. Mushishi is a lovely, well thought of and touching show in the first place who drifts seamlessly between horror and slice of life. The worldbuilding aspect that rules is the presentation of the mushi at each episode, their variety and creativity and how they are portrayed as beings and as part of an ecosystem.

Letter Bee. I'll give a disclaimer - the worldbuilding is pretty much the only good thing about this series especially if you are watching it. But in terms of casually presented fantasy world, it's original, insanely in-depth and the manga treats you with a bunch of extra information about locations, folk tales and things that are a treat.

Dungeon Meshi manages to take every generic fantasy trope but spin it with an eye for biology and history to make it fresh again. The author also gives via blog posts and bonus pages a whole bunch of details that aren't in the main series yet are interesting to know.

The first half of Castle in the Sky has to be one of, if not my favorite works of fantasy of all times for how magically it depicts a bunch of very normal people living in a land that is rather alien if you squint.

Politics are usually my least favorite worldbuilding topic, but I found myself drawn by the relationship between political drama, science and large scale environmental catastrophes that makes up the backdrop for the story of Number 5

Cowboy Bebop... The chill little human pockets of life in space, their variety and cluttered quaint goodness, the musical backgrounds for them, it's all so good

Dorohedoro's worldbuilding is stupid and it works so damn well. Having God be an asshole with ADHD tendencies explains so much

#ask #I really don't watch a lot of stuff sorry