#steal the book and burn it lmao.

[fandomwritingbit]

Sweet girl pt.3

dad's friend William Afton x (fem) virgin reader

synop: Reader goes over to William's to pick up where they left off. Pacing? Who's that?

pt.1 - here. pt.2 - here.

warnings: smut (oral and grinding? dry humping but not dry, idk what you call it), coercion, inappropriate relationship, age gap, generally creepy William.

A/n: Happy new year's! Thought I'd get something dirty out to prove I'm still alive and kicking, hope you enjoy! I have no idea if it's good because I hate everything I write at the moment lmao x.

On your walk home you see him before he sees you. The pang of excitement in your chest is so strong it winds you as the sensation travels down lower, settling in the part of you that screams for attention when William is around. You should keep your head down and slip unnoticed up the steps to your house, but the trouble is that you want to be noticed. You’ve been high on the memory of last time, desperate to feel it again. So you stop still, fiddling with the hem of your skirt and looking over your shoulder until eventually you pluck up the courage and cross the road.  

He’s doing something to his car, checking the tire pressure or something, still wearing his smart clothes from work. His head turns as you approach, the slow smile spreading across his face as he realises it’s little you, here to see him, has your head spinning already. 

“Hi…” You start, your voice tiny and uncertain.

“Hi?” He grins at you as he stands up, pressing the tip of his shoe into the tire and seeming satisfied with the result. “You come over here just to say that?” William looks you up and down, another pretty little skirt showing off your legs, you must be doing this on purpose. Still though, you coming to him and seeking him out is a good thing, progress towards you becoming his pet. 

You blink, hating that he almost instantly makes you feel like an idiot, especially given that you can’t seem to summon the faculties to prove otherwise. It’s pathetic how your face is flushed already as you struggle to figure out a response, why did you come over here? It’s stupid really, you’ve come to see him with the hope that, like last time, he’ll steal you away and corrupt you a little more. But you can’t exactly admit that. 

“Uhh. I don’t know why I came over… sorry.” Is the sentence you mutter just to try and end the awkward silence that was blooming as he waited expectantly, and you know it’s daft the second you say it. 

He laughs, which makes you feel doubly idiotic. “I’m only joking, sweetheart. You came over because you want to pick up where we left off the other day, right?” Your eyes go wide at his bluntness, shame doesn’t seem to be an emotion he’s ever come into contact with, instead it feels like you end up getting his share of it. 

As sweet as you look all embarrassed and hesitant, he lets you have some reprieve and changes the subject, “Are your parents expecting you home?” Now, as naïve as you are, you do know that that question actually means ‘are you free to disappear for a while?’, and it fills your stomach with butterflies.  

And again the tiny devil on your shoulder persuades you to go along with him. “No. No, they don’t know what I’m doing.” You dare to look him fully in the eye then and the intention in them has your core burning.

“Then you have to come in for a bit.” His hand rests on your lower back as he guides you towards his front door, already struggling with the urge to tear that skirt right off you. 

After getting inside, you look nervously over your shoulder to see him closing the door, that familiar excitement sizzling in your veins, and when he turns to see you looking all small and scared he can’t resist teasing you. “God, sweetheart, I can read you like a book. You’re nervous, huh?”

Rubbing your arm you avert your gaze, “I mean, yeah, a little.” The scoff from him shows that you’re not doing a great job of being convincing. It upsets you a bit that you can’t act all sexy and brave because you are lost in what to do, but you can tell that he likes that, and that feels very dirty. 

“Oh, you don’t don’t have to be.” He moves closer to you and you battle with yourself to not move away, you shouldn’t be doing this, you shouldn’t have done this before but you can’t help it. “I told you, we’re going to have fun.” He raises his eyebrows on the last word, and despite how overly sweet his tone is it does nothing to combat the intimidation of his bigger frame, now close enough that you swear you can feel his heat. His hand raises up to toy with the collar of your shirt, resting just above the curve of your breasts. 

The grazing touch is like ice on your skin, making goosebumps appear everywhere they’re able. “I just-” You blink in surprise at yourself talking, unsure when you decided to speak, “I don’t think I’m ready to uh… you know-” He does, in fact, know.

“Fuck?” He puts you out of your misery, the word crass enough to make your answer visible on your face. It sounds natural coming from him but you could have though of a million other ways to say it. “That’s what you’re scared of?” His hand moves up to tilt your chin to face him, his thumb resting over the plump of your bottom lip. “Listen, that’s not going to happen 'til you really want it. More than you clearly already do.” He was right, you do want it, you’re wet, your panties sticking to your core in a shamefully eager way.

You nod slightly in some form of acknowledgement but it’s cut short when he kisses you, the thought instantly evaporating from your head as he takes control of you. It’s that simple, his mouth on yours, his hand taking in the shape of your hips, that’s all it takes before you’re lost. You’ve been kissed before, had your share of grimy teenage make-out sessions, but this is insane, it gets more so when his tongue invades your mouth, stealing some pitiable noise from you. Instinctively you press against him, your hands tugging at the fabric of his shirt like you’re afraid he’ll stop. 

Pretty quickly his grip on your waist dips down, fingers slipping under the waistband of your skirt and beginning to pull it down, your hand stops him. He pulls away, “You gonna let me see you? Huh?” He’s asking but still touching you, the other hand plucking your shirt and lifting it from your skin, watching your expression. You bring your lip between your teeth, nervous but still able to hum some agreement. Your shirt soon comes over your head and the skirt slips from your feet, leaving you feeling very exposed under his gaze. 

He takes half a step back to take in the sight of you in your bra and panties, “Now, who are these for?” He asks, aroused-tinted mockery coating the words. You’re not sure what he’s talking about until he flicks the strap of your knickers lying over your hip. 

“What?” You flinch when the material pings back against your skin, the amusement in his eyes a little mean-spirited. “N-no one.” You manage to remember to respond, only making him grin. 

“No one? This skimpy little bra and panties, for no one?” You know he’s taking the piss but you can’t help but pout at the mockery, your brows furrowed when he moves, still chuckling, to kiss your neck. He’s slightly unshaven and the scruff against your skin has you squirming, your hand finding a natural place on the back of his head, fingers lacing and pulling when he bites an aching kiss right where your neck meets your shoulder. It’s the blazing kind of pain that only lasts a moment, but the pitiful moan from you would have anyone thinking otherwise. 

It’s that pretty sound from you that forces him to briefly lift you onto the long table just next to his front door, pulling your bra down to flick his tongue over your nipple whilst roughly grabbing the other. He feels a little bad for you when you whimper from his touch, remembering that he should be a bit nicer to you really, so he takes himself away from your tits, dropping down to his knees. You firmly press your legs together in response, but when his warm hands land high on your thighs, you let him slowly pull them apart, revealing the wet spot on your panties.

You watch him still biting your lip, anxious of what he was going to do. He smirks up at you and you’re so distracted by it that his sudden contact with your core makes you jump, he traces the shape of your pussy over your knickers, dragging over your clit and then up higher to catch the edge of the garment. You help him pull them down by lifting yourself from the table, shivering when he leans in close, his breath making your pussy clench. 

“You poor, pretty little thing.” He sniggers, just the sight of your cunt has precum leaking from his cock. You watch idiotic as he slowly drags his tongue over your pussy, the sensation completely foreign but something you instantly fall in love with, evident in the way you moan. He maps out the path from your entrance up to your clit with his tongue, giving himself something to think about later. This perfect untouched cunt, sweet as fucking honey all for him; the thought has him grabbing himself over his trousers, giving his cock some much needed attention, as he focuses his action on your clit. It’s like he knows exactly what you need, because he finds the right rhythm immediately, slowly circling your nerves in a way that has you writhing above him. 

He has to hold your thigh to keep you still, the mixed feeling of this intense stimulation and the dull rub of his facial hair could give you whiplash. You’d be so embarrassed to see yourself right now, pathetic moans and whimpers tumbling from your lips as you fall mercy to the insane building of pressure in your core. It’s like a flame on gasoline, a sudden, scorching need to cum that burns your legs all the way up to your chest. He grunts into your pussy, making you open your eyes for the first time in apparently ages, just to see him stroking his cock, turned on from making you dumb. 

“God, fucking look at you.” He stops his sucking of your clit to speak, leaving you hanging in such a devastating way you want to cry. “It’s very hard not to give this cunt what it fucking wants.” The sharp words have your walls clenching, only proving his point. Without warning he stands, still holding your legs open, and taps his cock against your core, the idea of him fucking you seems very real and very scary right now, especially with how big he looks. But you want it, you really fucking want him to do anything to you he wants, just as long as you can cum.  

The precum dripping from his head clings to your slick as he slides his cock down, digging delightfully against your clit before notching at your entrance, sharply glancing at your watery eyes. He’s a man of his word but fucking hell, he wants to feel that tight little hole around him. He grunt as he moves up again, sliding his cock through your folds, grinding it against your bundle of nerves and reigniting the climb to your peak.  

“Come here.” He mutters as he pushes you down slightly on the table, catching your legs and lifting them up to press your thighs together, holding both your ankles in a firm grip. He continues rutting against your cunt, your thighs creating a slick grip for him, almost as good as the real thing. Your too concerned with the rearing of your climax to think about how fucking lewd this is, this older man thrusting against your pussy and you’re enjoying it, it’s maddening. But you don’t really care, not when your walls flicker with waves of pleasure, squeezing around nothing as your legs begin to shake. You cum hard enough to lose your power of speech, instantly overstimulated by the continued pressure on your clit. 

When you cum he loses it, your wet heat and desperate hands grabbing what parts of him you can reach, needy for him, is intoxicating. You feel him move your legs apart again, letting them fall to his sides, taking hold of his dick and stroking it til he finishes. A gasp leaves your lips at the filthy sensation of his cum coating your pussy and lower abdomen, you can hardly believe it’s real and not the end scene of a dirty video. 

“God.” He groans, taping his cockhead against your pussy just to make you flinch. You just whine in response half in the odd sense of calm after tumbling over your peak, but half in self pity for the stickiness between your legs. You watch as he fixes himself, very aware that you're still slumped on the table but unwilling to move. 

“Come on.” William says through a smirk, you look a right state and he prides himself on his good work. “You'll have to get cleaned up.” He takes your arm and pulls you forward 'til you land on your feet, now very aware that your bra is clinging on for dear life and the rest of your clothes are in a heap on the floor. 

“I'll just grab my-” You start, indicating towards the pile, but he cuts you off. 

“You're in no rush, shower first. Worry about that later.” You probably would have protested but he guides you forward, turning a corner and entering a bathroom. 

“Thank you.” You say a little uncertainly. Yes, it's nice of him to show you where things are and let you get sorted before turfing you out; yet something about the glint in his eyes screams ulterior motive. He leaves you to it, all sorted with a towel, and disappears to make sure your panties end up in his pocket where they belong. 

Pt.4

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[reivrze]

OH, SAY IT DITTO ♡

pairing. popular!jungwon x shy!reader

genre. highschool!au, fluff, reader has a huge crush on jungwon

word count. 0.8k

warning. none

a/n. this was inspired by the song "ditto" by new jeans :) the ending was kinda rushed lmao sorry, hope you guys enjoy ! reposts are immensely appreciated as they help my works get recommended, reblogs help the algorithms so thank you for all those who take time to repost my work ♡

exam season had come around at a rapid pace, and your free days now consisted of little solo dates at the library going over the notes you had taken in class. this morning was like every wednesday morning except your first two classes had been cancelled, and you had decided to take a little trip down to the library to occupy your free time.

as you entered the library, you greeted the woman sitting at the front desk, having been here so many times in the past few weeks that you had gotten to know several of the staff. getting closer to your usual table, you stopped suddenly seeing an unfamiliar presence sitting in your chair. trying to get a closer look, you sneaked behind the bookshelves, peeking out to see who was the mysterious person. your face flushed a bright red the minute you realized that the person was no one other than yang jungwon. the boy you had been admiring for the past ten years.

you had first met jungwon went you were eight in elementary. he had been the new kid, causing quite a stir amongst the students, his extroverted and hypersocial personality gaining him new friends almost every day. his arrival had awoken something new, he had given you your first experience of having a crush and boy did you not expect this crush to stick for as long as it had. how could you not fall in love with someone with such a boy-ish vibe and adorable smile ?

now here you are, staring at him through the bookshelves, debating on if you should just leave and come back later or try to find another seat. if you had the confidence, you would've gone sit at the same table as him, but unfortunately for you, that wasn't the case. letting your mind get stuck in this trance as you watched him read one of his textbooks, you hadn't noticed him lift his head up, his eyes catching yours amongst the books.

blinking out of your little daydream, your breath caught in your throat as you realized you were directly making eye contact with jungwon, his eyes curious as to why you were looking at him from afar. you felt a jolt of surprise course through your body, momentarily freezing you in place. caught in the act of observing him from behind the bookshelves, you could feel your cheeks burning with embarrassment. however, instead of turning away or pretending nothing happened, jungwon's expression softened into a warm smile.

breaking the spell of shyness that held you captive, jungwon motioned for you to come closer. with a mix of hesitation and excitement, you cautiously emerged from your hiding spot, making your way towards the table where he sat. as you approached, he slid his books to the side, clearing a space for you to join him.

"Hey, I noticed you peeking at me from over there," jungwon said playfully, his voice laced with genuine curiosity. "Want to sit with me? We can study together."

"Oh.. Sure" you offered him a little smile that he was quick to reciprocate. jungwon had felt comfortable enough during the time that you guys had spent together, going over the last chapter the teacher had gone over. the conversation seemed to flow with ease, you'd steal glances once in a while, not quite believing that you were actually sitting face-to-face with the boy you had dreamt about all those years.

as time passed, you found yourself really setting in the comfort of his presence, some part of you wondering if this comfort was simply rooted in jungwon's social personality or was it really that you two had easily connected. the time to go was nearing and both of you had started to pack up your belongings, your heart sank a little at the knowledge that this might be a one-time thing. just as you were getting to say goodbye and make your way to class, jungwon grabbed your wrist, turning you back around.

"Hold up- This might sound random considering this was our first interaction but I understood my lesson so much better with this one-hour study session than what I've learnt all semester and if you want, we can meet here tomorrow again after classes. you're fun to talk to and quite cute" he chuckled the last part, trying to ease any discomfort you might be feeling.

your mind went blank. you had never, in a million years, expected him to ask to meet you again. slightly overjoyed, you eagerly blurted out a yes. jungwon laughing at your surprised face at your own self. and just like that, you guys had planned your first little date, unknown to both of you that years down the line you'd still be a prominent part of each other's life.

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[alovesongtheywrote]

Heyyyy I just read Nightmare Academia, and I LOOOOVE IT!!! You're such a talented writer!! 🩷🩷🩷

♥ Summary: I'm glad to hear that you're enjoying the fic :D In this chapter of Nightmare Academia, your author presents you a series of vignettes about you and Reid sharing an office. In other words- you and Reid share an office. Shenanigans ensue.

♥ Warnings: none? that i'm aware of?

♥ A/N: heyyyyy, what's uppppp, it's meeee. sorry this fic took 20 years, lmao. finals hit, im sure you understand. ANYWAY, enjoy the chapter. it's like, 3,000 words, i hope that makes up for it lol

♥ Word Count: 3,336

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Working out of Spencer’s office was strange.  It wasn’t difficult, as one might expect.  You did not struggle to exist in the confines of that office- if anything, the opposite was true.  Working with Spencer was easy.  Being in his space and working by his side was as easy as breathing.  Despite the pranks, the general bitchiness, and your lingering guilt after the stabbing incident, you and Spencer were a good team.  You could put aside your feelings and get work done when it mattered.  

It was all very fucking weird.

That said, when it didn’t matter, absolutely no constructive work could be completed within your office.  By inviting you into his space, Spencer had unlocked a new universe of pranks for you.  You knew the password to his computer.  You had the key to every cabinet.  Everything you could ever dream of stealing was within reach.

You behaved accordingly.

-

Where most normal laptop-havers set their desktop images to pictures of family, friends, and/or big-tittied anime girls, Spencer left his desktop image on the factory setting.  It was the same default shit that came with any piece of new tech- but this hunk of metal and wire wasn’t new.   He’d had it for years and it was still the same image.  Boring.  Blank.  Impersonal and unrevealing.  Honestly, you weren’t sure if Spencer knew he could change the image, but that didn’t really matter.  Whether or not he knew, you would take the liberty of changing it for him.

You had to move quickly and strike carefully.  Despite being a technophobe, Reid wasn’t the type to leave his shit lying around.  You had to wait patiently for an opportunity, and when one arose, you had to make the most of it.  Spencer Reid would not have a sweet image of capybaras in an onsen.  He would not get a desktop image of sweet sleeping dogs.  That motherfucker would not be on the receiving end of anything wholesome or sweet.

You picked an image in advance.  You waited patiently- and when the window of opportunity finally swung open late one Tuesday afternoon?

You almost missed it.  It wasn’t your fault.  When Reid finally got up and left the room, you were a touch busy stealing one of the books off the shelf behind him.  By the time you noticed he was gone, you’d already placed some horny chunks of text bound by a tasteful cover in its place.

You could hear his footsteps down the hall.  You had to move quickly.

Every inch of your body seemed to crackle with a sort of electricity.  Your heart pounded in your chest, urged by the knowledge that you could be caught any second.  Your fingers raced over the keyboard as you found your chosen image.

When Reid returned to the room, you were back at the bookshelf, scanning the titles and pretending you hadn’t done anything wrong.  It was kind of hard to do when you were staring your smutty novels in the face, but still, you managed.

Your teeth grazed your lip as Spencer stepped into the room.  You could hear him place something on his desk, but you refused to look at him.  His eyes burned holes in the side of your head, you could feel it-

“Here,” he reached out to you, paper cup in hand, “I got you a coffee.”

“What?  How?  Why?” You stuttered out, completely failing to hide your shock.

Spencer raised an eyebrow, “Coffee.  With money.  Because it’s late and you’ve been working all day.  You know, the traditional thing to say in this situation is thank you.”

“I- Thank you,” you accepted the coffee, wrapping your hands around it tightly as if you could squeeze out your shame.

He smiled, smug and smarmy.  Your shame immediately dissipated.  This fucker deserved the cursed bullshit you’d set on his screen.

“You’re welcome, (L/N).”

He turned away from you, switching on his laptop and entering his password.  You watched him, silently sipping on your coffee.  It was perfect.  He’d memorized your coffee order.  Of fucking course he had.  That didn’t mean anything, right?  Spencer could memorize anything, it was all a part of the eidetic memory package.  He probably memorized every coffee order of every person he’d ever stood behind in every coffee shop he’d ever been to.  The fact that he knew your order meant-

“GOD-” Spencer pushed back from the desk, almost pushing his office chair right into your leg.  You looked up, a grin crossing your lips as you saw what had caused his outburst.

A hydra-like creature with a long fleshy body, several long slender necks, and multiple Furby-style faces stared out at you from the glowing screen of Spencer’s computer. 

It was the worst thing you could find, a terrible monster from the very depths of the internet- and it had the intended effect!  Spencer glared at his screen with horror and confusion, his face contorted by whatever rush of emotion he felt upon seeing the cursed thing in front of him.  A sense of euphoric joy spread through your body, burning away all the shame and confusion you felt.  

“You really can’t act like an adult for two seconds, can you?”

“Apparently not.  Thank you for the coffee?”

-

Whenever Spencer got on your nerves, you reorganized his files.  You hid folder upon folder of paperwork in the wrong place.  You switched files with other files on purpose.  You didn’t re-label anything- you weren’t a monster- but you did create such a mess that Spencer had to stay late for a few nights.  He didn’t mind, really.  In messing up his files, you had made a little mystery for him to solve.  He liked little mysteries.

Besides, on the nights he had to stay late, you stayed with him.  

On the floor.

That wasn’t too uncommon, honestly.  Reid’s office didn’t come with two desks- therefore, when one of you needed space, the other usually offered to take the floor as their dominion.  Re-arranging files took lots and lots of space, hence, you often found yourself on the ground.

One such late night, you sprawled yourself across the floor and angled your head to get a better view of Reid’s sorting.  His eyes darted across the page at a speed that some would call inhuman.  (You wouldn’t call it inhuman.  You would just call him a speedy boy.)  As he flipped through the papers before him, those eyes of his turned to you.

“Hi!” you greeted, “How goes the search?”

“You know you don’t have to stay late, right?”

“I know!  But I like watching you work.  Besides, the floor is comfortable.”

“I doubt that,” Spencer said, turning back to his sorting, “If you ask me, you’re here because you feel guilty for making me stay late.  I told you it’s fine, I-”

“Yeah, you like a paper trail, I know.  But I promise, Reid, I do not feel guilty.”

“Then maybe you just enjoy my presence?”  He looked back up at you, a shit-eating smirk painted on his face.  You wanted to smack it off of him.  Or maybe kiss it off of him?  However, if you were to kiss it off of him, you would definitely do so with unnecessary aggression.  Perhaps violence.

You let out an unconvincing laugh, “That’s ridiculous.  Be less ridiculous, Reid.”

“I don’t think I’m being ridiculous.  I think you’re in denial, (L/N).”

“Pft, denial.  You’re silly.  You’re a silly little guy,” you stood up, pulling yourself up and brushing yourself off.  You didn’t notice the way Spencer’s eyes followed your every movement, didn’t catch his gaze lingering on the small patch of skin that revealed itself as your shirt rode up.  

He almost snapped his neck when you turned back towards the desk.  He couldn’t let you catch him staring the way he was.

“My dear, dear Spencer Reid, I do not stay with you because I feel bad for making you work late,” you placed your hands on the desk, “Nor do I stay because I enjoy your presence.”

You pulled yourself up onto the desk, perching atop it.  This time, you noticed where Spencer’s gaze went and how it lingered on your thighs.  You had never felt more powerful in your life.  With a smirk, you reached out and placed two fingers beneath his chin, forcing him to look at you.  He took a deep, nervous breath, and you could feel him breathe beneath your fingers.  

“So why-” he choked, “Why do you stay here?  Just to try and flirt with me?”

“No,” you said, objectively flirting with him, “My darling doctor, I stay here because the floor is really fucking comfortable.  And I have work to do.”

His brows drew together as the cutest little pout crossed his face, “I don’t believe you.  There’s no way it’s that simple, I am sure you have an ulterior motive.”

You did.  You had several.  You felt bad for making Spencer work late, and you enjoyed his presence, and above all else, you wanted to make sure he got home safe and un-stabbed.  You weren’t gonna let Spencer know about that, though.

“Aw, pretty boy.  If I have any ulterior motive, it’s that I get to watch you suffer,” you lied.

With a huff, Spencer pulled his face from your grip and returned his focus to the mess you had made for him.  You smiled, but the grin on your face was nothing more than plastic, porcelain, fake material posing as real joy.  

“I still don’t believe you.”

Fucker.

“If you want to live in a world of delusion, that’s your decision.  All I can do is sit here and watch.”

He smirked, “Wow, (L/N).  I never pegged you as a voyeur.”

You responded to his quip like any reasonable mature adult would- you made a little sound and swatted some of the papers off of his desk.  Spencer just smiled and let his eyes move to a new paragraph.

You were going to kill that man.  Not that night, nor the nights that followed, but you were sure.  One of those mother fuckin nights, Reid would meet his end by your hand.  Or maybe by your thighs.

-

Spencer Reid might’ve been a renowned doctor with multiple PhDs, but he still wasn’t smart enough to hide his property from your thieving gremlin hands.  Before you had moved into his cozy little office, your acts of petty theft were limited to small things.  Mugs, for example.  Or books.  Now, though, you had access to all his worldly possessions- or at least all the worldly possessions that he kept in his office.

You’d taken his keys a few times.  The first time you’d done that, he practically kicked down the office door in a panic.  He’d searched the office desperately, throwing papers around and checking every drawer, only stopping when he saw your smiling face.  

The most recent time you took his keys, he’d just sighed and stared at you expectantly, his hand open and waiting.  You were super tempted to lick him, but you held back.  You just gave him back his keys.  

Mugs, books, and keys weren’t the end of it, though.  You stole chess pieces, office supplies, a desk lamp, and at one point, you nabbed one of Spencer’s fucking degrees.  (It was just hanging on the wall, taunting you.  You had to take it.)

Your favourite incident of theft, though, was a scarf.  During the colder months, Spencer usually wore a purple scarf, but this one was different.  He didn’t wear it as frequently- it was long, generally tan with stripes of orange, purple, and green.  The wool that made it up was unbelievably soft beneath your fingers.  You never wanted to let that scarf go.  So you didn’t.

You took it.  

And you kept it.  

You were cold, your neck was scarfless, and he left a lovely soft scarf right in front of you for you to grab.  So you grabbed it.  And you wore it.  And you looked hot.  And you were hot- literally.  

It was a good thing that you’d nabbed the scarf when you did.  The very next day, the heating system that kept the campus warm during the colder months mysteriously broke down.  You came into work expecting the usual warmth only to find that everything was fucking freezing.  You were fortunate.  You still had the scarf in your bag.

Without another thought, you wrapped it around your neck and curled up into a tiny ball behind the desk.  

Spencer was not so fortunate.  You see, dear reader, our sweet former FBI agent hadn’t realized his scarf had been kidnapped.  Upon returning home the night before, he noted the lack of scarf and assumed that he’d left it in his office.  That’s right.  The man with the eidetic memory just assumed he’d forgotten something- not just something.  The nerdy scarf that he’d spent months working on.

Please forgive him, he’s secretly like, half a himbo.  A half himbo in disguise.  A halfbo incognito.  Anyway.

His assumption left him scarfless, and that morning, Spencer burst into the office, desperate and searching once more.  And then, he saw you wearing his scarf.  The Doctor Who scarf.  The scarf he’d knit himself, the scarf that had spent hours and hours in his hands, that scarf wrapped around your neck.  He froze.  The panic he had felt in the moments before faded away to nothing.  

No.  Not nothing.  It just faded to a different kind of panic.  An, “Oh my god, my cute co-worker is wearing a scarf I made,” type of panic.  A, “Holy shit, my mortal enemy is wearing something rope-like that I made around their neck what kind of day IS THIS,” type of panic.  

An, “Oh god, oh man, my cute co-worker is wearing something I made around their neck to keep warm in the cold,” kind of panic.

Put another way, Spencer went from one kind of panic to several kinds of panic, all before you looked up from your paperwork to catch his wide-eyed gaze.

“Good morning, Dr. Reid,” you said, reaching up to tuck the scarf tighter around your neck, as if you could hide it with such a simple gesture, “How are you?”

“I-” he stood there for a few moments, staring at you and willing the blush on his cheeks to stop burning.  It didn’t.  It burned harder.  Finally, Spencer choked out something, “Is that my scarf?”

“Perhaps,” you drew out the word, curling further into the chair and away from Spencer, “Why?”

“Well, first and foremost, the temperature is thirteen degrees lower than normal-”

“Did you check the thermostat?”  Your words were quiet, mumbled underneath your breath as an expression of genuine confusion rather than a petty, bitchy quip.

“Secondly, my scarf- my scarf that looks suspiciously similar to the one you’re wearing now- is missing.  At first I thought I misplaced it, but then… well,” he gestured vaguely to you, to the fabric draped around your throat, “I managed to put the pieces together.”

You pulled back further.  Spencer just rolled his eyes and stepped into the office.  He slapped his hands down on the desk, letting a loud bang echo through the room.  He smirked at the tiny squeak that escaped you.  Fucker.

“Well?” you asked, voice quiet and hands tight around the scarf, “Care to share, profiler boy?”

He scoffed, though the smile on his lips was genuine, “It wasn’t that difficult.  I came to work missing my scarf and the first thing I saw was my scarf wrapped around your neck.”

“Ah.  The case solved itself,” you paused, biting the inside of your cheek.  Another shiver ran through you, “I suppose you’ll want this back?”

Before you could move to remove the scarf, Spencer held up a hand to stop you, “Keep it.  At least, for now.  It’s cold, and I’ve got a sweater around here somewhere, and you-”

“Are a sweaterless bitch, yes, that’s an accurate take.”

Spencer choked and spluttered, his pink-toned cheeks burning an even darker red, “I- I wouldn’t put it like that-”

“That’s cool,” you shrugged, unfurling your body from the confines of the office chair, “I put it like that.  I am a bitch sans-sweater.  Sweaterless bitch.”

He put a hand up to his face, covering his eyes as he whispered a tiny little curse word.  You just smirked, pulling the scarf tighter around your neck as you stretched your legs out beneath the desk.

Spencer was pretty sure he was going to combust at this point.  You weren’t aware of this- but even so, you still managed to make his day harder.

“So, where did you get this?  It’s soft as fuck, I want, like, fifteen of them.”

Somehow, Spencer managed to avoid choking again, “I, uh, I made that.”

The smile that crossed your lips was blinding, “No shit?  Fuck.  You’re more talented than I thought, Dr. Reid.”

“Thank you?” He paused, awkwardly shuffling into the room and setting up for the day, “So, do you watch Doctor Who?”

“Oh shit,” you looked down at the scarf as it cascaded down your body, “Is this a Doctor Who thing?”

“It’s a replica of the scarf worn by Tom Baker who portrayed the fourth doctor from 1974 to 1981.  The original scarf was actually twenty feet long- the woman who made it wasn’t told how long the scarf needed to be, so she used all the yarn she was given.  It was only shortened slightly for the show’s production, but overall, the end result was very well loved by- oh,” he cut himself off, “Sorry.  I’ll-”

“Wait, why did you stop?”

Spencer raised an eyebrow, “Because I’m rambling?  And I’m sure you have work to do?  And you don’t watch the show, so-”

“Work?  Work is boring.  Give me the scarf lore.”

“The scarf lore for a show you don’t even watch?”

“Yes!  Look, I’ve always taken a more Rocky Horror route when it comes to sci-fi, but I might have to get into Doctor Who because of this.”

“You should!” Spencer lit up, practically glowing with excitement as he took a seat on the desk, “Especially the newer stuff, I think you’d really like what Russell T Davies has to offer as a showrunner.”

“Do you?” you leaned forward, trying not to grin, trying not to show that you were just as excited as he was.  You failed, “Tell me more, then.”

He did.  The two of you whiled away that morning, ignoring the cold in exchange for an impromptu lecture about British television.

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A few hallways away, Professor Belker (the head of the criminology department) sat at her desk.  Before her, in two chairs, sat professors Peters and Evans.

“So…” Evans began, rubbing his arms as a weak defence against the cold.

“So,” Belker agreed.  None of them needed to state what they were agreeing upon.  Peters stated it anyway.

“Spencer and (Y/N) are fucking, right?”

“Oh, yeah.”

“It’s practically a guarantee at this point.  You don’t share an office with your mortal enemy unless you and that enemy are having… relations.”

“Wow, ‘mortal enemy.’  That’s intense, Belker,” Evans’ eyes got wide.

“It is.  I’m quoting them directly,” Belker replied, her body weighed down in a way that told the other profs that she had heard that quote a million times.

“Well, it was a good move to shut the heat off.  I saw (Y/N) with Spencer’s scarf, so…” Peters gave a large and unsubtle wink.

“I didn’t shut the heat off.  I thought about it, but-”

“It couldn’t have been you, Belk,” Evans interrupted, “I saw the preliminary report.  The power shut off in the middle of the night.”

“Huh.  That’s odd.”

“Odd indeed.”

A few more hallways away, a book fell off one of the many shelves in your office.  Your office.  The haunted office.  The ghost was getting her way, and lord help anyone who tried to stop her.

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[ostrichmonkey-games]

Everything I see from Dark Confluence looks sick, and you should use this as an excuse to talk more about it

I don't think I've actually talked a ton about what Dark Confluence is going to be like as a completed game, so I'll take this as an excuse to do so lmao.

So, I like the souls-borne "series" a ton. But my favorite part of all the games is the world that you're let loose in and get to explore. Piecing together the story through bits and pieces, hidden clues, secrets, implication and interpretation. The goal of Dark Confluence is to do that together at the table.

To that end, Dark Confluence is all about the setting and unfolding story you all put together. It is as much a game as it is a chopped up setting book that never tells you exactly what's going on - because that's the fun! Making it all up! Crafting your own unique crumbling, melancholy universe and then rooting around in it to see what you can make sense of.

Character mechanics draw a lot from my other game Extracausal, so its a lot of tag/trait based stuff, but there's also DNA from games like Wanderhome in there, with how the Realms ("levels") and Lords of the Tower ("bosses") work. I want the game to give the table a bunch of tools for getting into weird and complicated situations, and then stringing it all together into something uniquely cohesive.

Most of the mechanics are mostly done and written at this point, all that's left is just all the other writing lmao. There's 36 character backgrounds (each with their own set of 3 unique items), 12 Realms, 12 Lords, 18 Magical Spells, 18 Artifacts, 18 Major NPCs, 36 Creatures and Wretches (and more!), all of which have embedded within them little "lore sparks" for the table to play around with. Nothing is "canon", but there's a lot of moving parts - building blocks - for the table to play around with.

You're all gonna be wandering around your unique version of the Infinite Tower (the dark confluence of the multiverse), confronting the Lords of the Tower as you shape the universe to come. Along the way, you'll meet weird and interesting NPCs, horrible and dangerous Wretches, and uncover and create your own deep lore and secrets.

As a reward for everyone reading through all this text, here's a new Artifact

Ossifrage Great Bow; tags - ravenous, violent A great bow shaped from many fragments of bones. It glistens in the light, bleeding like an open wound. Effect: The wielder never runs out of arrows, as the bow fires massive, barbed, missiles grown and harvested from the skeleton of the wielder themself. Burden: The wielder’s sternum must be kept pried open, beating heart exposed. Augments The bow can launch a flurry of smaller arrows that darken the sky The bow can steal the bones of another whom it has injured The projectiles fired from the bow leave a burning stream of blood in their wake

And! A new Spell!

Fragmentation Effect: Unleash your manifold soul, allowing the hungry, grasping hands of Fate within you to reach out and unravel whatever they touch. Requirement: Consume an entire age’s worth of Fragments, becoming infinite, fractal, and glorious. Ember Moves Like tangled strands of a knot, all Fragments are secretly connected. All Fragments must take a Curse. The howl of the dying cosmos echoes louder, consuming the dreams of those within the Realm, replacing them with something else. One of your many soul-pieces sloughs off, becoming a Fragment all its own, one with the Fate of bringing about your final Dissolution. They say that souls are the building blocks of the cosmos, and the gods merely stonemasons. From where then, do souls come from?

It's gonna be done eventually. I might be on the lookout for playtesters once I have the text done. So, keep an eye out for that maybe?

#dark confluence #ttrpg #indie ttrpg

[peterparkersnose]

“Henderson”

Eddie Munson x reader

Eddie Munson x henderson!reader

word count: 1.8k

warning: descriptions of wounds, needles, swearing, mentions of bullying

a/n: im back im alive lmao. it took me two weeks to write this bc i was so busy, apologies apologies apologies

summary: Y/N saves Eddie’s life after the bat attack

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“Y/N? Y/N!” your walkie talkie erupted. Yawning, you tried to clear your mind from your tired state and rushed over to the table where walkie was sitting on.

“Copy. Dustin, is everything alright?”

“It’s Eddie- we need help. H-he’s in bad shape,” Dustin panted. You could hear Eddie’s resistance in the background along with lots of shuffling. ‘Of course it’s Munson’ you thought to yourself, sighing and rolling your eyes.

“How bad?” you asked, clearing your nursing books off the couch were you were studying to pass time. “Uh, I dunno. Bad!” Dustin yelled. “Where are you now?” you asked, going rummaging through your medical bag. “Just got him in Steve’s car.” “Describe the injuries,” you sighed, trying to choose what medicine would work best. “Bad!” Dustin yelled. “Dusty I need more than-” “Major blood loss, damage to his side of his body and throat. Bites and many open wounds, he’s not doing great Y/N,” Nancy says calmly, abruptly stealing Dustin’s walkie from him.

“Thanks Nance,” you sighed, now more anxious than ever. You were a nursing student. Not a professionally trained doctor. And this sounded bad.

You placed a blanket on the floor and prepared for the worst. The bag of medical supplies patiently waited to be used sitting next to you. The silence was almost deadly. You could feel the anxiety burning holes in your skin.

Eddie is complicated. You had never had the best relationship with him in the past. Eddie would pull your hair in grade school. He made fun of your first trainer bra when the strap was visible under your dress in 6th grade. Occasionally he would steal your pack of gum from your bag. He would taunt you in the high school classes you had together previously and call out your last name loudly in the hallway. It was irritating and almost embarrassing to have all this attention from him unprovoked. All childish behavior. It didn’t help when he became your little brother’s best friend. It only got worse.

And now you had to save his life.

Steve’s BMW screeched into your apartment parking lot. You rushed outside and looked over the balcony facing the dark parking lot. Robin and Nancy were struggling to keep his body upright as Steve held his legs. All four of them were covered in blood, you assumed it was Eddie’s. His body was limp and his white face shown in the street lamps. Your heart sank. This was real.

Dustin met you upstairs, guiding Steve in backwards with the body. Eddie was moaning in pain. The morbid sound gave you goosebumps. ‘Not the time to panic,’ you reminded yourself.

“Robin! Take the towels from my bathroom. I need one wet, one dry.” you ordered. “Steve, help.” you motioned as Eddie lay dying on your living room floor. You chucked your bag in Steve’s lap and rummaged through it. When you pulled out the needle, you heard a loud moan come from Eddie.

“This is gonna hurt like a bitch,” you warned him. “Trust me, I’ve felt worse.” he managed to scoff. Even in times of despair, Eddie Munson will crack a joke.

You filled the needle up with penicillin, about a fourth of the bottle. With a deep breathe, you shoved the needle into his thigh and ejected the medicine into it.

“Scissors,” you ordered, snapping your fingers at Steve. He rummaged through your bag and handed them to you.

You began to cut his shirt, his iconic hellfire shirt. Or what was left of it. “H-hey! At least b-buy me dinner first,” he choked. “Quit with the jokes i’m trying to save your life,”

Eddie layed back his head and just prayed the last thing he heard in this world was your sweet sarcastic voice.

You yanked a hand pumped oxygen mask and placed it securely on Eddie’s nose. “Pump,” you ordered Dustin.

The bites were deep. Some would definitely need stitches. But what you had to focus on then was getting whatever foreign possible upside down bat diseases out of his wounds before they could spread any faster.

Eddie swore at you as you placed the first towel down. Steve held back his hands as he reached to rip the cold towels off his sides.

“Jesus fucking christ L/N! Could you be any more rough?” he yelled, squirming under the mask that Dustin helplessly tried to keep on his face.

“Penicillin, 22 more milligrams,” you said, pushing the bottle towards Nancy.

“Don’t you dare stick another-” Eddie tried to protest. Nancy stuck the needle in him just in time for him to holler in pain. “Attacked by bats and your biggest worry is a needle?” Robin scoffed. “How the hell did you handle those tattoos then?”

Ignoring your snarky comment, Eddie whined in pain as you began to bandage him up. “He’s lost a lot of blood, don’t you think he needs to go to a hospital?” you asked. “Eddie? Checked into a hospital? Sure, if you want him handcuffed to the bed,” Steve scoffed.

Everyone now sat around shirtless drugged up Eddie. Still on the floor, he was almost in a sleep state.

You agreed to have the first watch of the night. Everyone else was exhausted and rightfully so.

Rain was lightly pattering on the window. You sat at your kitchen table with your lamp dutifully studying. Police sirens would occasionally rush past your house. The clock read 2:39 am.

Even if it was the end of the world, you were going to get an A on your finals.

“Always studying. Classic Y/N.” you hear Eddie mutter from your couch. Steve had helped you pull out the bed inside of it. Eddie now layed pathetically on it. You broke your trance in your work to see the bruised boy propped up on the arm of your couch. You gave him a tight lipped smile and continued on your work.

“What are you even working on anyways?” he asked. “Anaphylaxis,”

“Like allergic reactions and shit?” he asked. “Mhm,”

“Try to get some sleep.” you said sweetly, trying to silence him so you could continue on your work. “How could I get sleep when I’ve got the most beautiful woman working in front of me?” he chuckled. The laugh lead into a coughing fit.

As Eddie began to cough, you dropped your pen and ran to his side. You grabbed the towel from next to him and held it to his mouth to catch the blood and saliva. Your hand ran to his back and circled around to try to calm him. “Please Eddie, you need sleep.”

He shook his head as his coughing died down. As he sipped his water, you assessed his wounds. The medicine had worked. He still looked like shit, but now he had a definite chance at survival.

“Your going to be a great nurse one day,” Eddie said, resting his hands behind his head. He noticed your hidden smile as you changed his bandages. “Thank you,” you quietly said, leaving his side and returning to your kitchen table.

You couldn’t focus on the words on the page. Eddie’s eyes burned into your being. Your heart began to race and the cold sweat began to increase on your brow.

“Eddie, please. I can feel you watching me,” you sighed. “I’m sorry. I can’t sleep.” he protested. “Would you like something then? Milk, the tv on?” you asked. Eddie could feel the annoyance rising in your voice.

“Something like that, yeah.”

You looked at him, waiting for him to finish the question.

“C’mere.”

Eddie scrunched his finger and motioned for you to come closer.

Sitting on your knees, you sat next to the side of the bed. “What is it Eddie,” you asked, annoyed with his antics.

“You.” he said.

You looked at him confused. “Sorry?”

“You asked me what I needed,” Eddie said, reiterating the question.

The dark lighting hid the yellow bruises on his face. His brown glossy eyes begged for you. “Eddie I-”

“Please,” he whined. You could feel yourself going weak. You took a deep sigh. “How can I help?” you asked, rolling your eyes. “Lay with me,” he smiled. You let out a tiny laugh. “Your funny,” you smiled, placing a hand on the bed to prop you upright. Just as you were about to leave, you felt a cold hand pull on yours.

Eddie’s face was stern and serious. He even looked a little hurt. This is when you realized he was serious. “Just for 5 minutes?” he begged. He reminded you of when Dustin was a kid and used to beg you to sleep in the same bed when it was storming outside.

“Why should I?” you asked, crossing your arms. “All you ever did to me was make me feel like shit. All the teasing throughout school, your lucky i’m letting you sleep on my couch.”

“Teasing?” Eddie asked, raising an eyebrow. “Give me an example.”

“When you made fun of my colorful pen in chem.”

“That’s all?”

“And when you made fun of my shoes in elementary school, when you stuck gum in my hair, when you would scream my last name through the hallways, when you would-”

“Your really oblivious, huh?” his deep voice cut you off. You cocked your head and blinked a few times. “Oblivious? To what?”

“That I liked you.”

Your eyes grew wide. The only word that you could form was “Huh?”

“Wasn’t I being obvious?” he asked in confusion. “Not at all. I thought you hated me,”

“Hated you? Y/N, I’ve liked you since like, the fourth grade.”

“Oh my god Eddie, that was like 10 years ago!” “My point!” He somewhat yelled back, making him cough again.

You dropped to his side and held his hand as he coughed up more blood. Taking the bloody tissue, you forced him to drink some water.

“I’m flattered.” you smiled, sitting on the edge of the bed watching him drink his water.

Eddie noticed you yawn. He gently grabbed your hand. “We both need some sleep. Please,” he asked once again, making a small effort to move over in the tiny pull out bed.

Sighing, you gave in.

“If Dustin catches us, your dead.” you said, moving slowly into bed. “Close enough,” Eddie joked, looking down at all his bandages. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and flung the blanket over your body.

“Good night Eddie,” you sighed. The musk of dirt and grime filled your nose. “I’m gonna make Dustin give you a sponge bath tomorrow,” you partially joked. “Over my dead body,”

“Not funny, Ed.” you reminded him.

In the deep sleep you were in, you felt safe in Eddie’s arms. It was a surprisingly comfortable feeling sleeping with him. His soft snores and the rain whisked you into the dream world, far away from your actual worries.

That was cut short by a loud click and a bright flashing light followed by giggles. You opened your eyes to find Steve standing above you and Eddie with a polaroid. Dustin was right on his heels, laughing like a child.

“You asshole!” You yelled, springing out of bed and chasing Steve around your apartment. “Your dead!”

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[wheeboo]

MOOT GAME: " make up a trope for your moots and their biases. doesn’t need to be romantic. can be crackfic/funny. ^ㅇ(๑>◡<๑)ㅇ^ "

okay i received this ask game 3 times so JDFKLS i guess i shall do it rn . i will be doing my moots svt biases <3 rlly wish i could do a lot more moots but this took more brain power than it needed 😭😭

@slytherinshua -> joshua

first thought was cute lil teacher x teacher couple!! maybe he's a new hire as a music teacher and him and zanna both have a lil meet ugly at first in the staff room (one of them spilling coffee on the other or something dsjfklfsd) but its all full of shy smiles and fumbled apologies, and joshua smoothly gives her his # with the purpose of starting over 😍

@etherealyoungk -> hoshi

the classic case of the class president x class clown. skye our big brain queen is just trying her best to sort through all these plans and plans for school while hoshi keeps curiously meddling in her business, trying to get close with her by proposing these weird n funny ideas at meetings (even tho he's not in the student council???) that don't make any sort of sense, and overall just wanting to make her smile cuz he may or may not have a tiny tiny crush on her. and skye may or may not like him having around...

@roziesmei -> jeonghan

love at first sight. not the biggest fan of this trope but hello who wouldn't fall head over heels over this man at first glance? maybe mimi is out and about running some errands to the store, and as she's about to grab for the door, another hand meets hers, and i WONDER who it is!!!! the two of them gaze at each other for a second, and maybe the world feels a lil brighter and a lil warmer in those few moments, before maybe jeonghan pulls away and holds the door open for her. she spends her entire time shopping thinking abt him wondering if they'll ever cross paths again (they do)

@bookyeom -> seokmin

i love the whole concept/trope of exchanging letters. maybe leslie gets received this Very long letter detailing something she has no idea what is and its signed sorry from me & my dog, lee seokmin. does she know who lee seokmin is? absolutely not. but is she very curious why he seems so STRESSED in this letter over his dog accidentally stealing a stranger's pair of socks from the laundromat? yes

@welcometomyoasis -> seungcheol

ngl the whole enemies to lovers arc from rival families has always been a concept in the back of my mind and i've ALWAYS envisioned something for cheol for it so here you go shu 😭!! and perhaps there's some forced proximity involved, where they both become reluctant allies for some overly complicated business reasons and realise 'maybe we aren't exactly enemies after all...'

@haecien -> jun

fake dating!! maybe cien accidentally says to his group of friends that he has a partner but like... who is it ?? and so he gets jun to play as his fake boyfriend for the time being and it's this whole cute mess but yeah they're both sorta falling for each other. i can imagine this whole cute prom scene where they are each other's dates and this cute slow dancing scene... yeah you get i'm going with this i think lmao

@planetkiimchi -> minghao

strangers to friends to lovers!! but it's the most natural, sorta slow burn ever. it's kinda like reading your favourite comfort book with your favourite comfort couple where they get together and it's like THE standard ?! they're both communicative with each other, understand each other's boundaries, etc. bonus for the plot since they're both dancers and meet each other for the first time at practice, and it kinda just blossoms from there :)

@blue-jisungs -> wonwoo

a very very cute office romance. axe may be like a new intern at this workplace and is nervous asf abt everything, but she gets assigned this very handsome man with the power of glasses in his eyes to help her around and get adjusted. but even after settling in axe really tries her best to get close with wonwoo. he's a little reserved, composed, maybe a bit cold at first, but it's enough to cause some gossip to float around the office hehe. one thing leads to another, and they're both trying to hide their relationship from everyone else (but they all know anyway)

#this was very fun to come up with i love lil games like this!! #and also these r fr such concepts t hat need to come alive like rn #my mooties i hope u enjoy hehe #anon ༊ #friends ༊ #answered

[theothernads]

𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩- ʏᴊᴡ :*:'°☆

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𝘖𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘴 Y.JW. By 𝙙𝙞𝙢𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩01

-an 𝙀𝙉𝙃𝙔𝙋𝙀𝙉 fanfic

-𝗦𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀

Yn believed in logic. Jungwon believed in understanding his emotions. Their friends knew they would get into petty arguments. All in all, they desire a successful university life, away from their past and families. However, when murders appear in the premises of their own school, and the past comes back to meet them, they find a link and team up with their logic and emotions to find out the culprit and resume their normal lives. But, no one guaranteed their safety and their feelings for each other.

TAGS: college au, enhypen smau, jungwon+reader, thriller, yandere themes, crime, slow-burn, angst

Pairing: Yang Jungwon × female reader

Ft. Enha, Le Sserafim, Bangtan, TXT, Newjeans

⚠️𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜: swearing, murder, obsession, mental disorders +health, suicide, family problems, not all members are good, suggestive (?), kys jokes, sexual jokes (?)

Do not proceed if you have a problem/sensitivity to any of those topics.

TAGLIST: open

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Profiles Pt.1

Profiles Pt.2

Prologue

Chapter 1: Overdose

Chapter 2: Good Boy Gone Bad

Chapter 3: Respectfully kys <3

Chapter 4: tba

Tba...

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Do not copy/reupload my work without my permission. All rights are reserved to me. I worked hard to create my plot, so do not steal any of it otherwise you will be reported immediately.

Any locations, characters used in this book do NOT have a relevance to real life. It is pure coincidence if any events do happen. The people in the story do not resemble that of real life and all actions are fictional and do not represent them. They are purely used for entertainment purposes.

A/n: okay, so my account got banned, had to make a new one lmao😭

Finally, chapter 3 is out. I need to seriously plan the end of this story💀‼️

ᵀᵃᵍˡⁱˢᵗ: @ilovejungwonandhaechan

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[spiriteddreams]

Snow Buried Tales

a winter's lullaby to keep you warm until the snow melts away modern au, fluff featuring: kazuha, xiao, albedo warnings: spirit's long prose a/n: it doesn't snow where i live so this is me projecting LMAO written for the ice and snow event at @yae-publishing-house

kaedehara kazuha // acer palmatum soft lips, cherry smile, warm eyes, falling in love. such words are perfect to describe the way kazuha feels when he watches you. inazuma doesn't often receive snow, but when it does, it blankets the mountains, a glistening layer of snow that falls gently, as if it were too afraid to become caught up in the lingering wind. he holds your hand as you walk through inazuma city, passing by stalls with vendors bundled up in layers as they call out to possible customers.

"would you like anything to drink?" his voice is just slightly muffled behind the maroon scarf you had wrapped around his neck just hours prior. the words die in your mouth as you stare at him. in the middle of the street of inazuma, kazuha looks perfect. snow falls around him catching in his hair and melting on his clothes as pink coats his cheek from the cold. he watches you with mirth in his eyes, thumb brushing over knuckles as if he can read your thoughts.

"my love, you're distracted today." he leans closer, tugging you closer to him so you're unable to pull away. one hand reaches up to cup your cheek, his gloved fingers shockingly warm against your heated cheeks. he wastes no second in stealing a kiss, his lips cold and hot at the same time. he pulls away far too soon for your liking, but the sound of his gentle laughter as he teases you is enough to have you stumbling after him, gripping his hand tighter than before as you find something warm to drink.

xiao // alatus nemeseos he looks ethereal, you think to yourself, bathed in golden light with pink cheeks and puffed breaths. xiao stands in a pool of sunlight, hands resting at his side as his head tilts up just barely to catch the last stretching rays of the sun before it ultimately sets beyond the horizon.

the snow lined streets provide such a lovely walk. despite the chill that's beginning to creep beneath your clothes, xiao's hand is warm in yours. he's always a bit quieter this time of year, choosing to stand still on the sidewalk, beneath a streetlight as he turns to face you. he stares at you and for a second you wonder if you've done something wrong. xiao's golden eyes swim with something you can't quite decipher, something that makes you want to cup his cheeks in your palms and pull him close. but before you can do anything, xiao moves first, one hand lifting yours. his fingers clasp onto yours as he lifts your hand to his lips, and to your utter surprise, he presses a chaste yet gentle kiss to the back of your palm.

"xiao?!" you nearly jerk your hand back but he shoots you a sharp look. there's no malice behind his expression, but you relax anyways, as he clears his throat, still holding onto your hand.

he looks up and you follow his gaze to see a familiar plant dangling from the streetlight. mistletoe sways back and forth in the light brush of wind. his cheeks burn as he looks away and you feel a grin stretching across your face.

"you know, you can kiss me whenever, you don't have to look for mistletoe." xiao shoots you a half-hearted glare as he tucks his face into his scarf.

albedo // princeps cretaceus you think it's unfair that albedo doesn't get cold, or so he proclaims. he sits across from you, coat thrown over the back of his chair as he reads. you both sit by the window at the popular little cafe at the corner of the street, the one that overlooks the ice rink and the park, watching as people walk back and forth, wrapped in clothes to ward off the cold.

and yet albedo looks unbothered, turtleneck hugging his form as he absorbs the words in front of him. a cup of coffee, rests by the book, steam curling up and caressing his face. for a split second, you almost feel jealous of it but it's quickly washed away when the man himself looks up at you with an amused smile on his lips.

"am i that much more interesting than your book?" albedo hums and you flush at being caught. "i'm flattered." he tucks his bookmark between the pages and leans forward to sit up straight, delicate hands bringing his drink to his lips. teal eyes gaze at you over his cup at you hold his stare, a triumphant smile stretching across your lips when he's the first to turn away.

but the longer you look, the more you become captivated. your fingers itch to reach for your phone to take a picture yet your hands refuse to move. albedo looks so peaceful like this, chin resting on his fist as he stares out the window. he's the perfect picture of calm amidst the holiday rush, not a hint of worry behind his eyes. and in the back of your mind you make a mental note to ask albedo if the two of you can return to the cafe once more sometime soon. after all, it's become clear that no more reading will be done for the rest of the day.

reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated! <3 a/n: i need to balance this out by writing angst now hehe

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #yaepublishinghouse #kaedehara kazuha x reader #xiao x reader #albedo x reader #kazuha x reader #spiriteddreams writing #spiriteddreams

[nerves-nebula]

ok i finished Lolita, here's my rambling notes which are really more about me & my reactions than the book. I stopped taking as many notes the further in I went.

the forward for this is so funny. we got someone in universe telling us that the things this guy says are absurd and you should NOT fall for his bullshit, because he is NOT a gentleman.

Approx 24 minutes in he proposes the idea of the nymphette. 9-14

its fascinating the way he constructs this other sect of being, this third sex, this nymphet. the way he calls them demons, as if it's their fault, as if it could never be a problem with him.

gets mad that some guys entire fuckin house burns down so he cant ogle his daughters. what an asshole.

Negro/Negress Count (i updated this every time the word negro is used. i just think its funny, its like a drinking game for me. at least black people exist in this world lmao): 7

(about quote #6) the way he talks about Mrs Haze (and in fact most women and girls) as though he is so handsome that he literally cannot stop them from entangling him in an affair is fascinating. Man cannot hold himself responsible for anything.

ok so he's just met dolores and this isnt really a product of the book, but the narrator does a REALLY god job with HH. genuinely just a really good performance. he reads the cadence of HH's flowery writing so well, he emotes so well. its great.

of course this overwritten little creep would write down all his thoughts in a little book. just like he's doing now. at least he's consistent?

so much damn interpretation huh. he's always like "I know she wanted me to kiss her i could tell she was waiting for it" MY GUY.

wait when does this take place was it really normal to marry your first cousin in the midwest in the 1950s?

the way he describes her being not entirely innocent as a warning sign, as some great evil that would trap him, is fascinating. because she is not what he thought an innocent little girl should be, he pushes a bit of the responsibility off of himself and onto her. she's not a child, she's a dangerous nymphet who pulls him in and traps him in her impropriety. despite him literally (thinking he was) drugging her (in an attempt to keep her from knowing what hes doing) he STILL blames her for enticing him. still considers her a fae creature. i hate him. i love this book.

it is truly kind of fascinating how he makes it sound like their trip wasn't all that bad and just offhandedly mentions horrific stuff like the rate at which she sexually abused her, or how Dolores cried herself to sleep every night when she thought he was asleep, and how she almost never seemed to actually be happy. and yet he'll go on and on about all the things they got to see, and how much money this whole kidnapping roadtrip cost him.

the fact that he now has to just straight up pay her, and she's clearly not enjoying anything is so !!! and then he has the NERVE to steal her money back while she's away !! the money she's probably trying to save up to get away from him !! do you guys know what thats like?? when the money youve carefully saved just.. disappears?? good god.

oh ok so he KNOWS she might try to run away if she has too much money. cool cool normal.

i do like this school parent teacher meeting thing thats basically laying out that it's very clear dolores has issues around sex. like this is somehow so clearly an issue that they called him in about it. Ough.

love his indigence at Lo saying that he tried to molest her back before he married her mother (more or less true, and i would even say he succeeded that one time) and that he murdered her mother (a reasonable assumption on her part)

Mans just said he can shed torrents of tears thru his dick. He’s unnecessarily crude for someone so poetic and I love that part of his character tbh.

So he just slapped her and it’s fascinating how clearly abusive he is even from his own softened retelling. Like he doesn’t phrase it like this, but every action he takes is to isolate and control her.

i know he sucks shit but him leaving Rita is especially cruel to me. there was no need to leave her behind with only a note. no amount of calling a woman "sweet" or his "poor little thing" makes up for how absolutely disposable they all are to him. he admits that he needed her, that her company kept him from having breakdowns that would send him to a hospital, and he still just leaves her behind forever. when he knows thats what she was scared of most.

i aint even know about Clare Quilty. huh!

i am enjoying his sad walk through his "smothered memories" like yeah man. you suck and you fucked up everything and you do deserve to feel bad about your active ignorance (i like that he brought up the memory of rescinding that one promise because that was one instance i was really stuck on. like she has nothing man, and it's silly to you but it's everything to her)

y'know im still not entirely sure what Pentapod Monster means

Quotes:

he is not a gentleman

But how his heart beat when, among the innocent throng,he espied a demon child, "enfant charmante et fourbe," dim eyes, bright lips, ten years in jail if you only show her you are looking at her.

I was naive as only a pervert can be (lol)

nymphets do not occur in polar regions (oh my god shut upp)

the reader will regret to learn that soon after my return to civilization I had another bout with insanity (I absolutely do not regret it my wonderful narrator <3)

I was perfectly aware that if by any wild chance I became her lodger, she would methodically proceed to do in regard to me what taking a lodger probably meant to her all along, and I would again be enmeshed in one of those tedious affairs I knew so well.

To keep her happy, I had to present her with an illustrated catalogue of them, all nicely differentiated, according to the rules of those American ads where schoolchildren are pictured in a subtle ratio of races, with one--only one, but as cute as they make them--chocolate-colored round-eyed little lad, almost in the very middle of the front row.(I just find this quote interesting because it makes a point that there would only ever be at most one black kid. not sure what to make of it but i did enjoy that)

It was she who seduced me. (SHUT UP)

the body of some immortal demon disguised as a female child. (SHUT UPPPPP!!)

Used French only when she was a very good little girl. (I’m attacking you with my teeth and claws. I love this book.)

#nnstuff #rambling #lolita

[poisonpercy]

Watching episode 2, here’s my thoughts

Stalker Annabeth and the “You drool when you sleep.” My girl!!

“PETER JOHNSON IS HERE!” Lol

“Yeah, Grover, I heard him the first time.” Mr. D is so funny. I feel like he’s severely underrated in book canon

“But did you?” Sassy Percy my beloved

“Excuse me your highness.” Lmao. I love how Mr. D cringed at that

Nooo not Mr. D messing with Percy and making him like that he’s Percy’s father 💀💀 Honestly, that scene is hard to watch. It’s too embarrassing for me lmao

The way that Chiron was just standing in the doorway is funny 🧍‍♂️

“Oh, no, Mr. D is not your father.” “I could be.” “Yes, but are you?” “Why must you ruin everything?” Lol Chiron and Mr. D are an underrated comedic duo

Mr. D telling Grover not to overthink it is cute. Glad to see that Mr. D’s care for the satyrs is present in the show

I like how Annabeth showed Percy around camp in the book. Chiron showing Percy around is fine, but it was better with Annabeth

Camp looks cool. It doesn’t look anything like how I personally imagined it, but I like how they made chb. The cabins look cool. A lot cooler than I ever imagined them lmao

Chiron’s horse ass 💀

The blue jellybeans 🥺

Luke my beloathed

IS THAR JUNIPER????! Or just some random wood nymph

Mr. D and Chiron as besties. You can pry that from my cold dead hands

“I assume that they would get really squishy or something. Like an old banana, maybe.” Yes, Grover, that’s exactly what would happen if a human was crushed to death. Grover’s not even wrong. His delivery of the line is just cute and hilarious

Mr. D is my favorite character so far. His casting is perfect imo. No notes

I like how they’ve done Percy’s nightmares so far. It’s kinda cool how the nigh are scenes are just there without any explanation so you as a viewer are like ??? but the moment you see Percy jerk awake you’re like “oh, nightmare!”

Luke explaining demigod qualities to Percy instead of Annabeth?? Please stop stealing roles from my girl

Hearing Luke speak makes me want to scream. I know what you are, Luke 😠

Clarisse!!! I love her. Her actress is so pretty

Badass demigod in a wheelchair doing archery. Ok, I absolutely love that!

Percy sucks at archery. Love my loser son

Percy in welding gear is so cute. He also sucks at it but at least he looks adorable

“Is there a Greek god of disappointment? Maybe someone should as him if he’s missing a kid.” Oh, Percy. He’s so relatable. Love this little dude

“They like the smell of begging.” Lmao

Percy burning the blue jellybeans to talk to his mom 🥺🥺 Percy saying he thinks he’s made friends. I just know Luke’s betrayal is going to hurt

“Ignoring me is one thing, but he doesn’t get to ignore you…I’m going to make him see us both.” Momma’s boy 🩷🩷

Clarisse’s delivery in the bathroom scene is so good. Love her

That being said, the bathroom scene is not great. Very underwhelming

Annabeth just stalking Percy is hilarious

Leah is such a good Annabeth. Absolutely love how she portrays her. That’s my daughter!!

“She’s my little sister.” Then why did you betray her, Luke. Why did you ask her if she loved you in the 5th book, Luke 😒

NO WHY ARE THEY PRONOUNCING THALIA LIKE THAT?!

The weapons and armor look so fake to me

Annabeth calling Percy sunshine is so cute wtf

ANNABETH FIXING PERCY’S STRAP ON HIS ARMOR!!!

Annabeth’s invisibility cap is so funny. I love it

The swords are so tiny??

Percy just by himself in the woods during capture the flag is so funny. He’s just a baby boy

I am once again saying that I love Clarisse. She’s perfect

Percy is doing so good during his fight in capture the flag. Also Clarisse’s scream when Percy breaks her spear is hilarious.

“Were you here the whole time?” “Yes.” STOP THIS IS WHY I LOVE ANNABETH

“I’m sorry.” *pushes Percy into the lake* Love that

Claiming scene is boring. The book does it better

Also no hellhound? What’s up with that? That’s kind of important

“Who stole it?” “You did.” “What?!” PERCY BABY I’M SORRY BUT THEY’RE FRAMING YOU. MY BOY IS INNOCENT (except for all the atrocities)

“I am Sally Jackson’s son!” “Who’s Sally Jackson?” “She’s the one that cared enough to call herself my mother!” <- I love momma’s boy Percy

I kind of wish Percy figured out Sally was still alive and wasn’t told. I like how they handled Percy accepting the quest in the book better. It felt more authentic to Percy’s character

Ok, I like this episode a lot better than the first one. They’ve changed some things around that I think they should have kept, but otherwise the show is looking good. There was not enough Annabeth in this episode. I don’t know why they are taking away all her roles and giving them to other characters, and I don’t like it. Give me Percy and Annabeth bonding before the quest or give me death. I still feel like the show is not doing a good job of showing me why I should care about the characters and the plot, but I have hope that that changes

#pjo adaptation #percy jackson #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #skys post

[radiozenn]

if the FNAF 6 pizzeria didn't burn down and so it isn't the Henry Speech ending because it CAN"T be because you're STANDING IN IT in SB and HW2 and it is gross but not burned down, at least not at high enough temps to melt metal and still THAT intact, then the Henry Speech ending of Pizzeria Sim CAN'T Be canon, which means one of the other endings is, so Mike probably got kicked out of the project at one point or another right?? So then.... WHO'S RUNNING THE SHOW. Henry? Why would he create things like the child-scream-reducing-mask? Am I missing lore somewhere because that's also possible, I refuse to set aside enough time to read all the god forsaken books yet LMAO Who built and runs this fucking pizzaplex who's stealing kids and for what purpose

#FNAF Spoilers #fnaf hw2 spoilers #help wanted spoilers #fnaf help wanted 2 #fnaf pizzeria simulator

[x-authorship-x]

"Did he smile at them" lmao Raido clearly acting like this isn't the first time something similar happened

Honestly I have so much fun with SQ2 because they all do outrageous shit but in specific flavours and it's so fun picking who would freak out over what!!!

Like Kakashi, in his ANBU era before he gets even more publically erratic, is extremely unfazed by anyone's outrageous behavior because 1) he does not care or know where the social line in the sand is and 2) he's not intervening even when it's specifically his circus, his monkeys... And when it comes to doing outrageous shit, Kakashi's rule is that if he can, then he fucking will, and the gods themselves cannot fucking stop him 😂 for example, this man will flaunt porn in public on purpose and theft is only theft if he is the victim

With Shisui, he is painfully aware of social convention (the Elders are BREATHING down his neck, he can already feel Mikoto's eyes burning his skull) BUT it's all about context. Can he get away with it? Yes? FULL STEAM AHEAD. Are there witnesses? Yes? Will Genjutsu fix it? No? FUCK, RUN FOR YOUR LIVES (bursts into flames from the mortifying ordeal of being known and unable to lie). For example, Shisui gaslighting everyone in earshot? A normal Monday. Genma makes a dirty joke at his expense? JAIL, JAIL, WE ARE ALL GOING TO HELL AND SHISUI IS GONNA TAKE THEM THERE 🔥🤡🔥

Tenzo is arguably the funniest because my boy straight up is not in the know 😂 Tenzo will say the most bland shit and it will hit the feels.... Tenzo will also say the most fucked up thing in your entire life and it will be an attempt at humor and you've got to just keep living your life. No, being in the Squad isn't helping. Kakashi is just as bad, if intentional, and Genma is enabling him, Raidou doesn't have the energy to fight a losing battle and Shisui isn't being paid enough to therapy dog the whole group. This is just an incredible wildcard.

Genma....! When he's yelling at the others, it's not because he wants them to stop. It's because HE is supposed to be the hysterical influence and he gets jealous when they upstage him. Shisui batting his eyelashes and getting the spa treatment as a hostage is just too much to bear, Genma tried to give a target a lapdance once and all he got was ten bucks and the desire to shower ASAP 😂😭🤡 he is so so proud of the chaos (he knows EXACTLY what he's doing) but he is also absolutely plotting how to one up the others on the outrageous scale

Raidou.... Oh I saved him for last, Anon, because not only is he the one you were actually commenting on but Raidou's reaction is always my fav. You THINK, looking at the group, that Raidou is the resident normal one. You might have thought that with drinking (nope, Raidou's drunken antics are firmly about 'Me Time' and he's valid, he is NOT designated driving). Or maybe paperwork (Tenzo and Shisui do the paperwork, actually, because Raidou's tends to get ruined by Genma/Kakashi or his own pyrotechnics/ink). Or maybe just being socially conscious individuals.... No. Raidou might be the most normal one because he has a stable home life, civilian parents who are both alive and who love and support him, and he sees the 'other side' of living in Konoha... But he also was the only one to be look at the options in life and PICK being a Shinobi. Like HELLO that's a bit INTERESTING. Raidou is So Done (I'm sorry but *looks at the rest of the SQ* YOUR HOME LIFE WAS WHAT) but simultaneously So On Board (you wanna tattoo your eyelids with fuinjutsu? Say less, bestie) for the bullshit like yes this is deffo the normal Shinobi way to behave, Genma of COURSE Shisui flirted with his captors now please help me steal the bedframe it's solid wood and the slats keep popping out of my bunk at home 👏👏👏 Raidou won't condone being an asshole to service staff but he's more than willing to calmly go back to his book when someone is plotting a murder at the next table.... It's just not his business 💅

This got out of hand, sorry Anon BUT yeah Raidou would classify Shisui's puppy eyes as both a cringe-fail tactic BUT an effective means of manipulation... So long as he doesn't have to watch the car wreck 😂

#torship #torship talks #ask #anon #shisui #raidou #Kakashi #genma #tenzo #squad two #hope au

[familyvideostevie]

🌽 CORN MAZE —

Hi babes! So one of my favorite books is “Heartless” by Mellisa Meyer.

When the lead realizes she’s falling in love the narrator said: “She knew, in that moment, if only he asked. She would be his, if he wanted her”

I was wondering if I could get something with Steve please and thank you!! <33

this is such a great quote!! i really feel this because i feel this way about steve lmao. i just went with a classic oh-god-im-in-love-with-him scene. hope you like this! -- It happens in the space between moments. Like taking a breath and holding it for a second too long, only to exhale and realize that your lungs are burning. Driving past your exit on the highway and finding something beautiful on the other side. Hundreds of metaphors to disguise what happens to you in the blink of an eye: you are in love with Steve Harrington.

You love him, sure. He's your best friend, the best person you know. He's looked out for you and countless others and he's kind and brave and funny and wonderful and --

Well, now it's something more. And all it takes is a pair of sunglasses. Here's how it happens:

Steve picks you up as usual. You're going to meet the kids at the Arcade for some pinball tournament, or something, and then take them for ice cream. Evenings like this are a dime a dozen but you savor every single one.

"I like that shirt," Steve says by way of greeting as he pulls away from your house. "Makes your eyes look unreal." He doesn't even look at you as he says it, his compliments so routine by now they're just small talk.

"Thanks," you say, digging in your bag for your sunglasses. The sun is just about to go down but golden hour casts a glow over everything. "Shit," you mutter. "They must be in my other bag."

"Oh, check the glove compartment." You pop it open to find a pair of glasses almost identical to yours next to a bag of your favorite gum and some hair ties next to his first aid kit.

"Did you steal them?" you laugh, pulling them out and putting them on. "And what's all this stuff?" Steve does look at you then, just a warm glance that's a little too knowing. As if he's saying, really? You think I wouldn't be ready to take care of you?

"Nah," he drawls out, and you notice that he's blushing. "Just bought the same ones so you have a pair in here in case you forget. Looks like it was a good idea." He reaches over and taps your cheekbone with a knuckle before drawing away. Part of you wonders if this is a joke but Steve sounds as earnest as ever.

Your chest is impossibly tight with fondness and affection and it hits you all at once. How lucky you are, how much this boy loves you.

You know, then. If Steve asked, if he wanted you, you'd be his. Maybe you already are.

join the celebration!

#500atemmasfair #blurbs #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #emma's asks

[1117feverlessdreams]

Mr.Write 📝 Right: Teaser Prequel

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☑️🤍Summary: At 25, y/n remains a virgin and the only action she’d ever gotten is reading fictional romantic sexual content in novels and webpages since age 19. Y/n not ashasmed at all, visits the library weekly and checks out with a stack of books inscribed with pure filth. One day on one of her visits, she spots an attractive journalist and secretly uses him as a muse for all her fantasies.

☑️🤍A/N: This will a a mini series featured on a masterlist with updates. This content contains adult content there MINORS DNI 🔞. Remember the behavior of Kim Hongjoong in this story is purely fictional and does not represent him as an individual in real life ❗️

☑️🤍Pairing: JournalistHongJoong! x ComputerTechReader!

☑️🤍Word Count: 395

☑️🤍Genre: Slow burn, Romance, Fantasy, Comedy, Drama.

☑️🤍Warnings/Kinks: Explicit smut! , Masturbation, Sexual Assault! Sexist/misogynist boss! Reader is a little bit stalker-ish? Language!, Reader is also a little bit of a Perv lmao. Invasion of Privacy!, Angst!, First Time!, Eating Disorder, Classism.( more will be added as I finish the next few chapters)

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Your husband kicks the door open to your shared penthouse while he has you hoisted upon his hips, and your legs around his waist. “I’m gonna fuck you so dumb kitten, you think you can touch other men right in front of me and not get punished?” He growls into your ear.

Your arms were held tightly around his neck while your head was placed under his jaw, and above his collarbone. Both of you had just came back from a celebration contributed to his business. A successful, international enterprise had just bought a huge amount of stock shares. Elevating his chances of success for business in the future.

…You’d think he’d be estactic right now, but he’s the complete opposite.

“Baby~, I was just making conversation with the CEO’s. I was only just trying to be friendly, I swear.” You beg and plead with him as your crotch bounces hard on his bulge when he carries you hurriedly toward the master bedroom.

Kicking opening the bedroom door too, he throws you down on the bed, emitting a creak sound from the bed spring, and the elevation of your body in mid-air as it bounces of the mattress.

“Right that’s why you were whispering in his ear with your hand on his shoulder, and he had his arm around your slutty waist.”

Truth is the billion dollar CEO’s you were talking to came onto you. Whispering into their ear while pulling them close was because you couldn’t hear over the classical music from the orchestra, or the uppity people chattering, and the plates and drinks clinking all around you.

But your husband didn’t care, he’s going based off what he saw with his own eyes and not what’s coming out of your mouth right now.

“Baby, I didn’t mean anything by it, it was so loud-” He yanked your legs forward and you yelp out in surprise.

He pulls up your silk red dress and rips off your panties, letting them pool down your ankles, onto the marble floor. “It’s Sir, not baby, kitten~”.

He takes off his belt in a swift motion tying it around your wrists, securing you from stopping him (not that you would even dare). He begins unzipping his pants, pulling them down and his underwear with them revealing his monstrous cock. Angry and lined with veins on all sides.

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PLEASE DO NOT COPY MY ORIGINAL WORKS, reblogs are appreciated and accepted. Stealing and modifying my work or publishing out on other platforms is not. 🖌️

Be ready for Chapter 1 next Friday!

#ateez hongjoong #hongjoong #ateez #ateez fanfic #ateez au #ateez smut #delulu #1117feverdreams #hongjoong x reader #hongjoong x y/n #kim hongjoong x reader #kim hongjoong x y/n

[communismlives]

Hi, hello.

Did you ever consider that maybe you are behaving like a piece of shit? And yes, I'm talking about this post: https://www.tumblr.com/a-silver-wind/720693058912632832 "Using your personal tragedies to justify capitalism"? Are you shitting with your eyes perhaps? Do you feel like the millions of dead people in communist countries (deaths of communism, deaths caused directly because of communism) happened for the oh so funny purpose of justifying capitalism? Newflash, dipshit. Most of the people living in post-soviet countries (you know, countries that actually lived through communism, unlike you have) are not even in favour of capitalism. They've also seen the high and the lows of societes driven by cash profits. But they've also happened to realize that communism is not a utopia, and they've realised this through their friends, their family and anyone they knew and/or valued dying because of a fucking ideology. Maybe read a history textbook once. Or basically any book written by someone living in communism that wasn't specifically printed by the communist parties. I get it, you know. Your world sucks. Not having basic healthcare sucks. Not having free education sucks. Being driven to extinction by companies sucks big time and it's gonna fuck us all over. These are all valid points. But it's really not a justification to glorify something that caused tragedies as fucking massive as communism has.

Peace out.

To understand why I made that post, you need to see capitalism and anticommunism through my eyes.

Imagine you're a communist. Not a social democrat, not a Bernie Bro, not an anarchobidenist, no. A hardcore, Marxist-Leninist communist. Your tenets are simple. Everyone has the right to the basic needs of life. Imperialism is bad. Bigotry is bad. You have spent years learning about the atrocities committed by anticommunists. You learn that George Orwell was a rapist and a snitch. You learn that the United States helped the fascist Pinochet depose the democratically elected Allende. You learn that the US military killed millions of Koreans, Vietnamese, and Laotians during the Cold War. But every time you mention this, you get hit with a childish, braindead response.

"Actually, the Soviets never did that. The CIA admitted that they lied about the Soviets doing that."

"Why are you denying genocide, you tankie?"

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"Orwell was a rapist, a snitch, a homophobe, and an antisemite."

"Cope and seethe, tankie! Those commies got what was coming to them!"

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"North Korea has such an isolationist policy because they've been colonized for most of their history, and because the United States killed millions of their people during the Korean War."

"lmao nice whataboutism tankie"

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"Fascism is capitalism's last line of defense. When profits are in danger, the capitalists start killing."

"Uhhh well whatabout the Soviet Union? THEY also killed a lot of people! Checkmate, tankie!"

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"That article about China killing Uyghurs? It was written by a far right Christian nationalist and intentionally misrepresented China's counter-terrorist efforts."

"Why are you denying genocide you tankie?"

Even when us godless commies give you evidence of the truth, be it Ukrainian farmers burning their own crops to "protest" collectivization (which reminds me a lot of how modern day businesses will throw away edible food just so poor people can't steal it), or Hannah Arednt being a racist piece of shit, or George Orwell being a snitch, or the Baltic and Nordic countries allying with Nazis against the Soviets, the response is always the same thought terminating cliche.

Your parents suffered under socialism? I'm currently suffering under capitalism, so fuck off. My mom once got attacked by a mugger, but you don't see me calling for an increase in police force. In fact, my mom being attacked by that stranger is one of the many consequences of your paranoid, xenophobic anticommunism. I don't care if these hypothetical victims of communism (by the way the VoC memorial is funded by neo-nazis) were anarchists, liberal democrats, fascists, monarchists, or Trotskyists. It doesn't fucking matter. It does not debunk the science of Marxism or the material effects of communism any more than the existence of a black police officer debunks the existence of systemic racism.

I am fucking tired of being told to accept neoliberal capitalism, knowing what it has done to indigenous people and people of color, both here and globally. You think "get over it" is a mean thing to say to an anticommunist? Those same words are what I was told when I mentioned the Sinchon Massacres to someone accusing North Korea of being a dictatorship.

"Kim Jong Un is a dictator! Why isn't North Korea welcoming us Yankees in open arms!"

"Probably because they still remember the time we murdered their people and bombed their homes."

"Ugh, can't they get over it? Just stop whining about it!"

I don't care if you think I'm a bad person. Your opinion means nothing to me because I know what kind of people you have a positive opinion of.

Wiser idiots than you have argued with me.

[talizorah]

As someone who's played the sims for decades now but wasn't aware there was any type of discourse within the fanbase ...wtf? What can you even be toxic about in a sim game? Be noisy PLEASE i wanna know

OH MY GOD SO MUCH STUFF

the constant doxxing

the constant moaning about how sims 2 was just so much better than sims 4, and attacking anyone who says otherwise

people literally STEALING content from people who made content and stuff for other games by converting them to the sims 4 without their permission and a lot of times against their wishes

going off of that, the usage of paywalls against EA's terms of use. people would literally make, like, a hair, and then put that hair behind a paywall. forever. pay for that hair. and it was usually extremely ugly and, yes, made out of mashed up meshes that EA made, behind a paywall.

in addition to the paywalls, the overuse of patreon, putting custom content behind a patreon paywall

in addition to that, the overuse of ad.fly, putting custom content behind ad.fly links, which would literally give people VIRUSES on their computers

eventually, someone started a page where they took content behind paywalls and put it up for anyone to download for free. yeah that didn't last long LMAO the dmca takedowns came almost immediately! hilarious how those creators steal from others, but when someone does it to them they cry copyright and theft!

people stealing photos to copy and paste onto their custom content

that time black simmers called out both EA and white simmers for only making eurocentric items/hairs/skincolors, and people said they "shouldn't bother EA" and "have no right to make demands"

that time when in response to that above happening, some white simmers took a big deep look into themselves and started making custom content for black sims, only for one simmer to throw a fit and say that white people making content with/for black sims is fetishizing and colonialist

the existence of a literal burn book blog on livejournal (simsecret - take a look on there, it's the weirdest reading experience ever)

the existence of several anonymous sites for people to come on and literally just insult other people (i wish i could remember the urls)

SO MUCH TRANSPHOBIA

when EA introduced their first nonbinary sim (darling walsh, i think?) people would give them makeovers, making them either male or female

when the big pronoun update came, there was just so much backlash. so many people were mad about they/them pronouns being the default. so. many.

there's like this EA Game Changer thing were you get new expansion packs and stuff a couple of days earlier to like review and generate buzz about it, and that was a huuuuuge thing for people to be mad about, both about the existance of that program, content creators "selling out", or because they didn't get in lmao

the extreme hated between maxis match and "realistic" custom content

yeah that's all I can think of atm! good riddance sims fandom

#lmao i'm so glad i got out of there #ellie overshares