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tyunni · 2 years

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤKISSES WITH ENHYPEN...

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a/n: i am sooo sorry, i have not been active at all. i had this in my drafts for literal weeks, and i just never posted it?? anyways, i hope you enjoy!! this turned out to be a bit longer than i expected, oops.

pairings: ot7 x reader. genre: fluff. wc: 1.9k. warnings: some parts of hyung line could be considered make out's??? but there is no suggestive stuff. if you find something I missed, let me know!

Lee Heeseung ┆ 이희승

Kisses with Heeseung always send shivers down your spine. It’s like every time you put your lips on his, they fit like puzzle pieces.

He shows his love for you through kisses. Always and I mean always super passionate, yet innocent. And when you pull away he smiles down at you, adoration filling his eyes at the sight of you smiling back up at him. He is love-struck!

Tends to pull you in so you can sit on his lap because he finds that position the most comfortable when it comes to kisses. Plus, he can wrap his arms around your waist, a win-win situation.

Adores it when you cup his face in your hands and pepper sweet kisses all over his face because he treasures the feeling of your lips on his skin, and the concentrated look on your face, the one that screams i'm gonna make sure to leave a kiss everywhere, makes him want to engulf you in the tightest hug ever!

He isn’t the shy type, in fact, he is the one making you shy with the way he never forgets to compliment you after each little peck he leaves on your lips. Calling you beautiful and telling you just how lucky he is to have you. He just finds these moments to be very convenient, especially since he’s so drunk on the feeling of your lips moving in sync with his. So he doesn’t stop calling you his pretty/handsome angel, even after you smack his chest and tell him to shut up.

He won’t… unless you shut him up with a kiss!

(other members under the cut!)

Park Jongseong ┆ 박종성

He doesn’t just like kisses, no. He loves them. He needs a goodbye, a hello, a good morning, a good evening, and a good afternoon kiss on a daily basis!

Can’t go a second without a kiss, i fear. He’s just a bit too addicted to the way you rest your arms around his shoulders as your face inches closer to his. It’s the anticipation that gets him going! A big tease, might i add.

If you were to ask him for a kiss, he would pull you in by snaking his hands around your neck and caressing your cheeks with his thumb, but just as he’s about to kiss you he quickly moves away and pretends he got a phone call, or something is burning in the kitchen. The look on your face is priceless because he knows his actions made your stomach fill with butterflies. He just likes to know and see that he has enough power to make you so flustered even without giving you what you desire.

Yet he gives in regardless because he’s a loser and now he wants a kiss too.

But if he were to ask you for a kiss, that’s a completely different story! Don’t you dare pull the thing he pulls on you, because he will squish your face in his hands and leave an aggressive smooch on your puckered lips.

Thanks you after every kiss. Because he’s always asking for one, so he’s being polite in return.

Sim Jaeyun ┆ 심재윤

Kisses with Jake are always playful. He’s just a playful guy overall, so having you in his arms while he presses kisses on your lips is the perfect opportunity to be even more playful.

Smiles between the kisses. The second your lips meet, he’s already suppressing a giggle. These sort of things just make him all smiley and giddy, he can’t help himself! Especially because you look so cute with his arms wrapped around your body. He will always somehow find a way to have you in his arms. You're leaning in to leave a peck on his lips, and the next thing you know he's squishing your body against his in a bear hug.

But definitely not before he leaves a quick peck on your cheek. He strikes me as the type of guy to love short, innocent kisses. I mean, he definitely has his moments, but they don't happen that often.

But when they do happen, he captures your lips with his own and refuses to pull away until the both of you feel lightheaded from the lack of oxygen. He thinks that you are just the cutest when you quickly pull away and try to catch your breath.

His personality shines through his kisses, honestly. The type to kiss the back of your hand, bow down and call you his majesty. A little silly, but still endearing. And it never fails to make you giggle.

This seems to be a very common theme… just being all giggly and smiley.

Jake loves the way it makes him feel tho. Every time he pulls you in for a hug he feels the need to plant a kiss on your lips, he can not control his urges. And when i say every time, I mean Every. Single. Time. So good luck with that!

Park Sunghoon ┆ 박성훈

He loves kisses. He may not admit it, but he loves them. Every time he looks down at your lips he just wants to lean in and kiss you. It’s an unhealthy addiction at this point, but he doesn’t mind!

Will melt into the kiss no matter what. He could be the angriest guy alive and the second you step into the room and give him a little smooch all of his worries disappear and his undivided attention is on you.

Needs a few seconds to process what happened, honestly. Like he just gets lost in the heavenly feeling and when he pulls away he just stares down at you in disbelief, as if you haven’t kissed a million times already. Breaks into a shy smile and leans in for another kiss, because once you start this game with him, yeah... It becomes a competition.

Guides your hands to the nape of his neck in the middle of the kiss, because he loves it when you play with the little hairs there. He gets goosebumps immediately and will melt into a puddle. You can feel him smile against your lips, and once you two stop your little smooching game he lets out a sigh of contentment and watches you laugh at his proud face.

He also likes kissing your neck. But sometimes he doesn't even kiss it. He just puts his head on your shoulder and his lips brush against your neck, it's super annoying 'cause it's ticklish so you have to push him away. And he just laughs at you.

Kim Sunoo ┆ 김선우

Kisses with Sunoo are always very sweet. Just so sweet, oh my god it’s insanity.

Your foreheads have to be pressed against each other or else it’s just not a Sunoo kiss. Holds your neck and pulls you in to rest his forehead against yours, then he captures your lips with his, pulls away and stares right into your eyes. And he smiles. And scrunches up his nose. How could you resist that? So you go in for another kiss, because he’s just too cute!

Knows that being cute gets him extra kisses, so he just tricks you into kissing him often. He knows that his pretty face is a weakness of yours… evil. Watches you lean in and then starts turning his face away from yours just to annoy you, so you’re gonna have to grab his cheeks to get him to stop. Which he loves.

He likes it when you hold his face in your hands, that action erupts butterflies in his stomach and the feeling of your warm hands on his cheeks makes him feel giddy, your face being inches away from his just makes it even better!

Master of stealing smooches, he’s sneaky. You could be making food, watching a movie, doing homework, or working, etc. he will find a way to kiss your forehead. If that doesn’t work, then he’ll settle on leaving a kiss on the top of your head. It’s like every time he walks past you he has to kiss you, whether it be on your lips, your cheeks, or your hands, doesn’t matter!

Yang Jungwon ┆ 양정원

Kisses with him don't happen that often, honestly. Well… not as often as he would like them to. Because he wants to kiss you, but he just doesn’t know how to. So it’s always you who initiates one.

At first, he was very hesitant, but he wanted to kiss you so bad it was becoming unbearable. Once you leaned in to plant a kiss on his lips he realized that it wasn’t as scary as he thought. And the more often you kissed him, the more he desired to experience it once more. It makes him feel at peace and calm.

When he comes back after a rough day, he secretly hopes that you notice and give him a kiss as a way to cheer him up. He just sits on the couch and pouts, sighs, then pouts again, until you notice. But he will never outright tell you he wants a kiss. No! Too embarrassing for him.

He loves it when you wrap your arms around his waist and pull him in, he'll immediately melt right then and there. Can't help but smile into the kiss, because every time your lips connect he gets reminded of how much he loves and appreciates you. He doesn't really know where to put his hands though, so he just puts them over yours and interlaces your fingers… or sometimes he simply stays as still a log. The 🧍 emoji embodied

The only kisses he himself initiates are nose kisses. He'll leave one before leaving to practice, or when it's a lazy morning and he woke up before you, he plants a quick kiss on your nose and watches your heavy eyelids lift up.

Nishimura Riki ┆ 西村力

Riki is the type to give soft and shy kisses. No matter how many times you two kiss, he will always get nervous!!!

Is so self-conscious about where his hand placement should be. He can not figure it out- everything feels too awkward. He usually settles for cupping your face in his hands.

He blushes when the kiss is over. Like his face is beet red, even if he was the one who initiated it with a smug look on his face (but trust me he’s a complete wreck). No matter how huge the smirk is, once you pull away it will always falter into a lopsided grin as his face gets progressively redder. But don't tease him about it tho, or he'll get super defensive.

Pulls you in by your waist, especially when he goes in for longer kisses. His lips are soft, it's like they mold against yours, it's just super sweet and makes your heart melt. And what makes it even cuter is that you could tell what he was planning to do by the way he was all jittery beforehand. He was fiddling with his fingers and stealing quick glances at your lips. Tends to pull you in closer or hug you when you try to pull away and take a look at his cute flushed face because he's too embarrassed to look you in the eye.

Rubs your noses together before/after the kiss if he feels extra confident and soft, because he's down bad.

Enjoys kisses more than he likes to admit so if you initiate one, he will never decline (except when he's teasing you). They just make him feel so special and loved, please kiss him a lot! 🙁

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angelsmist · 10 months

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rekindled flame — jude bellingham

social media au

summary: in which two old friends that fell out end up rekindling a spark that never once flickered.

note: it’s been a while and for that i’m sorry. i may still do shuri imagines but this something that’s been in my drafts for months and i wanted to post it in honor of jude’s birthday 🩵

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hawkins-losers · 2 years

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She wears short skirts, I wear tee shirts | Robin Buckley x Reader

Summary: Robin has a crush on a cheerleader

Pairing: Robin Buckley x Reader

Word count: 2.3k

A/N: I wrote this in Robin’s pov without realizing...oops. Also, this has been in my drafts since the day I binged season 4 part 1. Sorry it took so long to post/finish

Robin Buckley, the girl who liked to be out of the box, had fallen for a high school cliché with lip gloss, a bouncy ponytail and a mini skirt. A fucking cheerleader.

When she told Steve about her little crush on you, he thought it was a joke and laughed…which earned him a smack on the shoulder. Robin was serious. She really did have a crush on you, and it was the worst thing that could happen to her. Actually, getting outed would take the cherry, but her crush on you was next in line.

You weren't a bad person - you were very sweet actually -, but to Robin's eyes, there was no possibility that you could reciprocate her feelings and that’s why it was so terrible. You were at the top of the pyramid, and she was playing trumpet in the school’s band.

While driving to school on Friday morning, Steve was ranting about girls, like always, and Robin was trying to apply mascara without stabbing herself in the eye. A blind person can play the trumpet, but it’s better with two functioning eyes.

‘’Robin! Are you listening?’’ Steve asked, taking his eyes off the road.

‘’Yes. Yes, I am. I-’’

It was false. She was only half listening, concentrated on coating her bottom lashes with mascara.

‘’What did I say?’’

‘’You said something about sex with…Linda.’’

‘’No!’’ Once again, Steve took his eyes off the road. ‘’I’m talking about Heidi.’’

Heidi or Linda, Robin could never remember who was who other than one of them was a blonde and the other a brunette. Which was which? That she did not know the answer.

‘’Cut me some slack, please. Your love life is a labyrinth complexity and it’s seven in the morning and I have to do this stupid pep rally and I woke up looking like a total corpse.’’

‘’You’re worried about a basketball pep rally?’’ Steve raised an eyebrow. ‘’You expect me to believe that?’’

‘’Yeah.’’

Steve scoffed. He wasn’t always the brightest crayon of the box and sometimes made questionable decisions, but he wasn’t that stupid. The basketball pep rally was not why Robin was so stressed and panicked over. It was something else - someone else.

‘’No. We both know what this is about, okay? I’m not buying that bullshit. This is about Y/N.’’

A little smirk curled at the corner of Steve’s lips, seeing the defense mode kick on Robin’s face at the mention of you. Bullseye.

‘’Absolutely not.’’

‘’Yes it is, and I think that you should stop pretending to be someone else when you’re around her. You just gotta be yourself.’’

Robin reached into her bag for her lip balm and applied some with her finger. ‘’Are you really quoting my own advices?’’

‘’They worked. Maybe you should listen to yourself more. Look at me, I listened to you and now, boom, I’m back in business.’’

‘’It’s not the same thing,’’ Robin argued.

In a way, it was the same, but in another, it was very different.

She continued. ‘’You ask a girl and she says no, no big deal. Nothing happens. Maybe your ego is a little bruised but I ask out the wrong girl, bam, I'm a town pariah.’’

Although Steve was not in Robin’s shoes sexuality wise, he understood her point of view. Being gay - lesbian, in Robin’s case - was not persued well by the majority of people. It was seen as disgusting and wrong.

‘’Yeah, I buy that, except Y/N is definitely not the wrong girl.’’

‘’She’s a cheerleader. She couldn’t be straighter.’’

‘’She comes to Family Video every Saturday - even when it rains - and only goes to you to check her out. Oh, and remember two weeks ago when I switched shifts with you so I could go on a date with Heidi? Y/N came to rent a movie and asked if you were around while I checked her out. You should’ve seen the disappointment on her face when I told her you weren’t working. She likes you.’’

‘’You’re full of shit.’’

In the school’s gymnasium, the band's music echoed while the cheerleading team did their choreography, twirling, spinning, jumping and dancing with their pom-poms.

Standing in line with the band in the stands, Robin tried balancing her attention between playing her trumpet and watching from afar the bright smile on your face and the Tigers green eye shadow on your eyes.

The band stopped as the choreography came to an end, and everyone clapped and cheered.

Then, the cheerleaders vacated the spot and sat by the stands as the headmaster called in the Tigers. Another round of cheers and clapping echoed as the paper was ripped and in came the team, with Jason at the front.

During fourth period, Robin’s eyes wandered to you while Mr. Scotts talked about protons and electrons. She should probably be paying attention to the lesson, all this information will likely be asked in the next test, but you were sitting two rows before her and your glossy lips and smooth-soft looking skin were much more interesting. Sorry, Mr. Scotts.

A quiet sigh left Robin's lips. She wished she wasn’t such a hopeless disaster and had the courage to go up to you and talk to you. So far, your exchanges have been limited to ‘did you find everything you wanted?’ and ‘that will be 3.50$’.

It was pathetic.

The bell rang, forcing Robin to break her staring.

Mr. Scotts cut the lesson and everyone gathered their things and left.

After shoving everything in her backpack, Robin was about to leave the classroom when she spotted a white knit cardigan with Tigers green edges on the back-rest of a chair. Your chair. She took the cardigan, a little smile curling at the corner of her lips as she read your embroidered name on the right side, and went after you in the hallway. This was the perfect excuse to talk to you.

She could’ve called your name and you would’ve turned around. It would’ve been easy and not weird, but Robin wasn’t thinking and ended up following you to the bathroom.

‘’Y/N!’’ she called, walking in the girls’ bathroom.

You turned around, pulling your eyebrows together. ‘’Robin? Where you...following me?’’

‘’Yes! No!‘’ she quickly corrected, realizing how it must've sounded. ‘’I mean, yes, but not in a creepy way. Eh...you left your cardigan in class and I saw it on your chair so I took it and followed you to give it back.’’

Your eyes trailed down to the cardigan in Robin’s hand.

You thanked her with a kind smile. ‘’That’s very nice of you. Most people would’ve just left it there.’’

‘’Well, I'm not most people, and I didn't want you to get cold.‘’

Robin wanted to sap herself for saying something so dumb.

You took the cardigan from her, your fingers brushing for a few seconds during the exchange, sending butterflies to Robin's stomach. ‘’Thanks.’’

The next day at Family Video, Steve had to listen to Robin’s rant about her short exchange with you while they stocked the shelves with the returned tapes. Well, Steve was stocking the shelves. Robin had been following him around with the same two movies in her hand for the past ten minutes, completely absorbed in her story.

‘’-forgot her cardigan and our fingers touched and-’’

The bell above the door ding-ed and Robin paused her story. She turned her head at the new customer and her throat went dry, seeing you walking in in a mini skirt and a blouse with a funky print.

‘’Hi! Welcome to Family Videos,’’ Steve greeted, his voice echoing through the store and pulling Robin from her trance. ‘’You looking for a movie in particular?’’

He wasn’t always this nice with every customer - unless he was flirting -, but he was trying to help his friend get the girl she was crushing on.

‘’Eh, no. Not really,’’ you replied, brushing him off and walking away to the comedy aisle.

Steve turned his head back to Robin. ''Go talk to her,'' he mouthed over the shelf, his back turned to you.

She shook her head, panic rushing to her eyes. ‘’I can’t.’’

One thing about Robin was that she had no filter and talked a lot when under stress or was nervous. Most people found it pretty annoying and she didn’t want to annoy you by turning into an unstoppable tornado of word vomit.

‘’Just go ask her if she needs any help finding a movie.’’

‘’Why? She already said she didn’t know what she was looking for.’’

‘’Because I asked her. She didn’t want my help,’’ Steve explained.

His theory was ridiculous and Robin wanted to prove to him that he was wrong so she walked up to you. ‘’Do you need any help finding a movie?’’

Your eyes flickered to Robin’s and, much to her surprise, you accepted her help. ‘’Do you have a copy of Ferris Bueller's day off?’’ you asked. ‘’I believe it was released this week, but I can’t seem to find it.’’

Without needing to check in the computer, Robin knew that there was one copy left in the store. And she knew exactly where it was.

‘’We do. It’s at the register though. I was saving it for myself, but I’ll let you have it just because it’s you.’’

She wanted you to see her gesture as her being nice to you - and perhaps a little flirty -, because it really was that. You didn’t need to know that it was actually store policy to give the customers the movies you saved if they asked for them.

‘’Oh, thank you, but you don’t have to do that. I can pick another movie-’’

‘’It’s fine.’’ Robin tried not to look too disappointed. ‘’I’ll watch it another day.’’

You and Robin went to the front of the store to retrieve the movie and check you out. ‘’I feel bad for taking your movie. Do you…would you want to watch it with me?’’

‘’With you? As in, at your house?’’ Robin asked, wanting to make sure she got your offer right.

You nodded, a glint in your eyes. ‘’Yeah. I don't have anyone else to watch it with. My friends are more of the Footloose and Pretty in Pink type.’’

Just as Robin was about to scan the movie into the computer, there was a loud bang outside, which spooked you both. Thunder. Then, it began pouring heavily.

‘‘What the hell? It was sunny five minutes ago,’‘ you said.

‘‘It’s Hawkins. Unexpected downpours happen all the time,’’ Robin explained, the town in itself being good enough of an explanation.

They’re usually followed by not so pleasing supernatural surprises, but she didn’t need to add that.

Robin scanned the VHS and you paid your weekly 3.50$. Then, she added, ‘‘You can stay here, you know. Until the rain calms down. You’re gonna get soaked within five seconds if you go out in that rain.’‘

Once again, Robin was just being nice by offering you shelter, but she also didn’t want you to go yet.

‘’What if the rain doesn't stop? Sometimes, it goes on for hours.’’ Your eyes flickered to Robin’s blue ones and held her gaze.

Another clap of thunder echoed, making the lights flicker.

‘‘Looks like we might lose power,’‘ Steve said, louder than necessary. ‘‘I’m gonna go in the backroom and fetch some flashlights, in case the power go out.’‘

‘‘Don’t forget to check if there’s batteries in them!’‘ Robin called out after him.

She knew it was an excuse to give you some alone time with her crush and she was grateful for the help.

Shortly after Steve disappeared, the power went out, plunging the store in the dark. Across the street, you could see that there was power so this must be Steve's doing. Robin was praying you wouldn't notice.

‘’I hate when the power goes out,’’ you said, beginning to feel anxious in the dark.

‘’You can hold my hand if you want, I won’t tell,’’ Robin boldly blurted, the absence of light giving her a boost of confidence. She reached across the counter and you took her hand, tangling your fingers together as butterflies bubbled in Robin’s stomach because she was holding your hand.

A loud clap of thunder hit and you squeezed Robin’s hand. ‘’Sorry. I got a little spooked,’’ you explained with a nervous giggle.

‘’It’s okay.’’

Robin shifted on his feet, trying to fill the silence. What do you do when you’re in the dark with your crush? You ramble facts about thunderstorms.

‘‘Did you know that for every five seconds between the lightning flash and the clap of thunder, the thunderstorm that produced the lightning is one mile away? If the time is decreasing, the storm is moving toward you. If it is increasing, the storm is moving farther away.’’

You shook your head. ‘‘I did not know that.’‘

‘‘My father taught me this when I was little. I used to be scared of thunder so he made it a game for me. We’d sit on the porch and count the seconds together.’‘

‘’That’s sweet. My father taught me how to drive. I dented the car when backing in our driveway and ruined my mother’s flowers. He never let me sit in the driver seat again. I think it's best for everyone's safety.’’

Robin laughed at your anecdote. ‘’Don’t worry. I can’t drive either. I haven’t tried, but it took me six months longer to learn to walk as a baby and I still can't run right, so I’d rather not find out how I drive.’’

Suddenly, the power returned, lighting the store with its bright neon lights. You let go of Robin's hand, making the latter pout at the loss.

‘‘See you later, Robin.’‘ You picked the VHS from the counter and, just before pushing the door open, you paused. ‘‘We still have a movie to watch, remember?’‘

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lokisninerealms · 2 years

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Caught In The Act

Summary: Loki has the worst (or best) timing and ends up walking in on you sunbathing….in the nude.

Pairing: Loki x F!Reader

Warnings: (18+ Content) Contains heavy, heavy smut material, slight oral (male receiving, female receiving), Dom!Loki, descriptions of sexual intercourse

A/N: this has been sitting in my drafts for some time so i’m glad to finally be posting it. this is straight up SMUT oop. and as always, enjoy!

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Your soft skin was met with the scalding rays from the sun. Reclining in your tanning chair, a book in one hand while the other nursed a glass of red wine. The sounds of birds chirping and light whistling breeze around you. Every now and then, a bee or two would fly by but you remained serene in the presence of nature.

Steve had informed you earlier about an urgent call from Tony with needing assistance on a current mission. In a frazzled state, Steve quickly ordered you to stay at the compound in case of emergency. Not that you minded of course, with being an Avenger calls for hectic schedules and nonstop saving the world. So you relished on days like this where you could catch a breathe and just….relax.

A mixture of oil and sunscreen dripped down your body while you laid in the baking sun. Pools of sweat forming at the nape of your neck to your bare thighs. A thin layer already collecting above your hairline as little drops ran down your back. A clear indication that what you read about the heat index being six to be true. Taking another sip of your wine while saving the next chapter of your book, setting both items in your hand down on the glass table. Your eyes slowly closing to rest from laying in the sun for just mere of an hour.

Completely oblivious to the God, of which was nude himself, who sat above you on his own balcony.

Loki’s own body glowing against the suns rays on his pale skin. Unbothered by the extreme heat, him being of frost giant having its perks as he stayed cool. Even in excruciating heat on torturous summer days.

Leaning back in his own tanning chair, he propped both feet up with a cross of his ankles. A book nestled in his hands as he flipped a page or two every so often. Too invested in his newfound novel from Stark’s library to even acknowledge that he was indeed not alone.

A couple moments passed before the Asgardian found himself growing thirsty, his throat craving a cool liquid to settle his alcoholic need. Making his way to the kitchen as he strolled down the halls in nude. His cock moving with every step until he stopped in front of the shared Avenger fridge. Furrowing his eyebrows when he realized his favorite wine was nowhere to be found.

“What the……” He mumbled, eyes scanning around the room only to fall at the sight of you, “….fuck”

His cock twitched already hardening at the sight of your bare self glistening in sweat and tanning oil. Your breasts on display, a leg propped up that shield him from viewing your pussy. Watching as you laid there naked in content.

Eyeing the wine bottle that sat on the table to your right. His wine. He smirked, already knowing that you had a thing for the God which played in his sweet advantage.

“I don’t recall a proper invitation…..would have been much more courteous, don’t you think darling?”

The familiar velvet voice scaring you nearly half-to-death as your heart rate picked up. Beating rapidly against your chest from the sudden interaction. You quickly opened your eyes only to be met with the raven haired trickster. Hovering slightly above you with a signature mischievous grin of his.

Stepping back a bit to give you some space, “Did my presence startle you, my dear?” Loki chuckled.

You huffed already annoyed with his arrogance. But you couldn’t help yourself letting your eyes roam his body. Skin pale with a slight tan from sitting in the sun with defined muscles aligning his biceps and chest. Your eyes stopping at the sight of his manhood sat between his muscled thighs. His thick shaft stood slightly erected in all its glory.

“Eyes up here darling,” Loki teased, “unless you want a taste, of course.” Your eyes snapping back up to his grin plastered face, his eyes gleamed in amusement.

Taking a taunting step closer towards your spot on the tanning chair. He was mocking you.

His cock shifted with each step causing your core to tingle just at the sight of him. A tingling sensation overwhelming every nerve in your body. Clenching your sweat covered thighs in need, arousal building in you.

Your lips parted slightly as he stood right in front of you. The tip of his cock nearly hitting you in the face while you stared up at him, at lost for words under his challenging gaze. Loki darted his tongue out, slowly wetting his lips as he quirked his brow at you.

Challenging you even further when you gave no reaction to his teasing. He nudged his tip forward to rub against your lips, the wet drops of his pre-cum covering them.

“Open wide, pretty girl, I know you want a taste,” he taunted. His mind swirling with thoughts of your soft lips wrapped around his thick shaft gagging on his girth.

Shifting your legs so you could have a better angle, you complied with him as you licked your lips. Batting your eyelashes up at the raven haired man in front of you. His dick eagerly waiting for your plump lips to wrap around them.

Deciding to tease him at his own game, you placed a delicate kiss on his tip. Red and angry while you gently placed your hand to run up and down his shaft. His gaze burning into you through irritated and impatient eyes.

Picking up on your little game, Loki took matters into his own hands when your lips went to slowly suck his tip. Winding a fistful of your hair in his hand behind your head before thrusting his dick forward. Immediately gagging when the tip of his cock jammed the back of your throat.

Slowly retracting his cock before thrusting his hips forwards. Tears welled up in your eyes as he brutally abused your throat with his cock. Sliding in and out while his girth filled your mouth, your jaw aching around him. Allowing your tongue to circle his length, a mixture of Loki’s pre-cum and sweat lacing your tongue in flavor.

Wrapping your hands around his thick, defined thighs you gripped onto him for stability. Never breaking eye contact as his blue-green eyes looked down at you menacingly. The sight of your lips wrapped around his cock causing an itch to bury himself deep inside of you.

Gagging on his dick one last time, Loki roughly pulled out. Coughing immediately while your struggled to find your breathe.

“I will say, for a bratty little girl, you have an excellent work of the tongue” he snickered.

Wiping your lips from the saliva that had fallen, you scoffed at him. What a fucking cocky bastard.

“For being so full of yourself, I’m surprised you let your dick do all the talking for you,” you remarked. Glaring up at him for his crude comments.

“Are you inquiring we test that out?” Loki smirked, loving how quickly his taunts and teases affected you.

Cock still aching for a release to be devoured in your warm cunt. Arousal pooled in between your thighs, the familiar tingling shooting electrifying heat to your core.

A surge of confidence rushing through him, as he ushered to pull you off the chair, setting you on top of him. Rough hands moving each leg to straddle him, his erection rubbing slightly along your folds. The proximity becoming too much while you inhaled his scent, a hint of cologne that left you feeling intoxicated.

He rubbed the skin of your legs, slowly lifting you up to sink down on his length. A loud moan leaving both of your lips. Feeling your walls stretch to his above average size, the veins of his cock penetrating every inch of you.

“Norns….you’re so….you feel so…good…” Loki breathed, his cool hands moving to caress the skin of your hips.

Rubbing slow circles while giving you time to adjust to him, a reassuring squeeze pressed to your sides. Letting you know to take your time before continuing. Your head already spinning from arousal and lust.

Slowly moving up and down, you began to bounce on top of him. Placing a hand on one shoulder while the other traced the defined muscles on his chest. Creating a steady rhythm before picking it up. Loki thrusting beneath to aid in stimulating your g-spot, earning a cry from you.

“Fuck, Loki….Harder….” You cried, your knees becoming numb from the constant bouncing.

The thin layer of sweat on your forehead slowly dripping down your face. His hands tangling in your hair while he gripped onto your for dear life. Loki’s moans filling your ears with every thrust he pounded into you.

“Say it again, say my name,” Loki grunted from his position bottoming you out, “I love it when you say my name.”

He thrusted harder into you, “Let them know my name, who this pussy belongs to,” he growled in your ear.

Both of you becoming a withering mess, a string of moans and vulgar language leaving your lips. Your head falling back to look up at the blue skies, shutting them closed as you relished in his cock.

Every thrust of his hips and riding him relentlessly tipping you both near the edge. Completely entranced in each other that you hardly noticed the Quinjet fly above you.

Too preoccupied in getting a high out of each other. Loki engulfed you in a heated kiss, his soft lips tangling with yours. Biting your lip before quickly slipping his tongue to intertwine with yours. Tasting his own pre-cum in an exchanged shared kiss. The scent of your tanning oil and sunscreen consuming him.

Moving a hand to untangle from your hair, he crept his slim fingers to tease your clit. Your breathe hitching at the cool sensation only to moan loudly against him. His fingers drawing circular motions against the bundle of nerves. Assisting you in reaching your climax faster.

“Faster….I..I need you to go faster,” You panted as you pulled away from him.

Lokis fingers along with the thrusts of his dick inside of you picking up at pace. Your legs feeling like they were going to give out at any second.

“I must say, watching you beg for the touch of my fingers and cock buried deep inside of your swollen cunt is quite delightful,” Loki drawled, noticing your walls clench.

His thick length of a cock abusing your pussy with every thrust propelling you towards release. The coil in your stomach growing tighter with every flick and spin of his finger. Loki continuing to thrust, each one staggering after the other, slowly losing rhythm until his vision clouded.

“I’m…I’m going to come,” He mewled into you, his lust filled blue-green eyes meeting yours once more.

“My face…Cum on my face,” you insisted.

Quickly pulling his cock out of your clenching pussy, he flipped you so you were beneath him. Closing your eyes before hot spurts of his come spilled on the skin of your face. Dripping down the side of your cheek, Lokis face contorting in his own pleasure.

Already becoming aroused again at the sight of his seed covering your face. The exquisite beauty of your being still leaving his breathless.

Still working his fingers to massage your clit, tears welled up in your eyes. A cry leaving your lips, suddenly feeling your walls clench around nothing but the stimulation of him playing with your clit. Missing the fill of Lokis cock studded inside of you.

“L-Loki….I’m close…I’m gonna come,” you panted.

Maneuvering your way to nestle between your sweaty thighs, Loki nudged them further apart. Sinking to his own knees as he became face level with your pussy. Slim fingers continuing to push you towards climax.

“Come darling, let go,” his breathe against the skin of your swollen cunt.

Hot ropes of your own come shooting out, the warmth of Lokis tongue licking every drop of cum that spilled. You tangled your hand through his dark locks, the trickster smirking against your cunt. Darting his tongue out to suck the flesh, swirling his tongue with a flick every now and then. Humming in satisfactory of your savory taste.

Pulling away to meet your tired eyes, his blue-green ones glinted with mischief. You licked the drips of Lokis cum around your lips, leaning to pull him in for another heated kiss. The taste of both of your juices on each other’s tongue.

“Hey guys, we just got back from….Oh, shit…shit…shit”

You gasped, quickly moving yourself off Loki. Both of your faces flushed in embarrassment as he flicked his finger. Cleaning your cum-filled face and magicking a blanket to cover both of your naked bodies.

Loki groaned, “Peter, Norns, you have the absolute worst timing.” Glaring at the poor boy who trembled against the God’s intense stare.

“Sorry…sorry, Hi Y/N!,” Peter squeaked. His voice higher than usual due to walking in on you and Loki’s intimacy.

Looking behind your shoulder, you weakly waved your hand at the young Avenger. Giggling to yourself as Peter scurried off, completely intimidated and humiliated by the God of Mischief.

“Poor kid. I think we traumatized him,” you laughed.

Lokis deep laugh joining you, his naked body still on top of yours. Wrapping his arms around you, the heat of your burning skin under the suns gaze meeting his cool touch.

An arrange of orange, yellow and pink from the suns setting casting an ethereal glow on you. Loki felt his heart beat picking up with every intense stare of your gaze. You were beautiful, more stunning than Aphrodite and any Goddess in the nine realms.

Tucking a hair behind your ear, both of you admiring each other. The breathe you were holding still hitched as the colors of the suns dawn settled against his pale skin. Every feature on his face enhanced with the rich glow of his blue-green eyes on yours. He looked more like a God in this moment, sculpted to absolute perfection.

Loki leaned closer to you, already feeling yourself follow his movements. Melting into each other’s touch for a heated, passionate kiss. This one different from the rest as you fully retrouvaille in the presence of each other.

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anonymoushouseplantfan · 9 months

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Do you think Harry is aware of this current and on going strategy? and that divorce is on the table?

Yes, I think they’ve been effectively separated for a while.

I base that on the brf reactions. I suspect the family knew they were separated in January. I think the end of the FrogCott lease was a message to Harry that he wasn’t welcome post divorce. That was announced in March, but it apparently happened in January.

And Tom Sykes had a Daily Beast article where the royal staff essentially said Harry didn’t have a place in the family post divorce.

That was May 31st of this year.

If you look back, you realize she started to detach herself from his book last year. I’ll look for the articles and add them after posting. EDITED: it was actually January of this year.

And she started individual pr in March [EDITED: Actually, it was August. Oops] of last year with her disastrous The Cut interview. [Ditto on adding the articles later. I just don’t want to lose this post and Tumblr is eating my drafts. ]

So I think this has been in the works for a while. Of course, this is just my opinion and people can disagree. I guess we will all find out eventually.

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How Time Flies (Fangs Pt. 2)

An: This is a part 2 to my previous post titled “fangs”!! Been drafting up some ideas for a while now!

Watching Damon hurl your bags into his trunk was not how you expected to spend your morning. Although, you were finding it hard to be disappointed about it.

He had shown up bright and early, scaring you out of your sleep with a pillow to your head. You vaguely remember hearing something along the lines of “I need my sexy sidekick for this one” as you stretched and headed to the bathroom to get ready.

Since it was going to be quite the drive, you had settled with a pair of leggings and a maroon sweatshirt representing your high school mascot as your OOTD. The loose curl your hair still held would suffice for the days plans.

After everything had been loaded into the car, Damon made it a point to speed through your neighborhood at unholy speeds for your departure.

Once you hit the interstate, you rolled your head to the drivers seat to take Damon in. He was wearing his signature leather jacket and had an all-knowing smirk on his face at your glance.

“What? Didn’t get enough of me in your dreams?” he mused, gaze turning to meet yours for a quick moment before going back to the road.

“Actually, I was trying to see if you were always so cocky even this early in the morning. I’d say the answer is yes..” you retorted, rolling your eyes but keeping your gaze on him.

He noticed your continued stare and glanced at you again, this time with a concerned look taking over his features.

“Is it bad, Damon?” you almost whispered, anxiety coursing through you as you pictured the scene you would arrive to in Alabama.

Elena was your friend, and as much as it pained you to suffer in hidden desire, you were still concerned about who she considered the love of her life. If you and Damon couldn’t figure this out, Elena would probably be in worse shape than she was when her parents died, and that brought fears to you far stronger than your annoyance with said lovers’ smutty brother.

At the look on your face, Damon forced a small smile of sympathy and reached over to push a piece of hair behind your ear.

“It’s not the best news, but it will at least bring us closer to finding him.” he muttered, hand landing on the juncture of your shoulder and neck before he pulled it away to playfully land it on your thigh.

“Enough depression. I’d rather not have to put in my Evanescence CD to match the emotions in this car.” he teased, right back to his sarcasm and smirks.

You couldn’t help the laugh you let out as you reached forward and turned up the radio. As the drive continued, you tried not to overthink the fact that Damon’s hand was still, in fact, resting on your thigh.

A couple of hours later, after stopping to inhale a Big Mac at a lone McDonald’s in the middle of nowhere, you felt your eyelids getting heavier as you watched the passing horizon. Deciding you wanted to take a nap, you first started with your head leaned against the window.

After a few minutes of that, your temple smacked directly into the glass as you heard Damon let out a little “oops” before you sat back upright.

Deciding to not let yourself over analyze it, you turned towards Damon and slowly reached out to pinch the sleeve his jacket. His head snapped towards you, an eyebrow raised in question as he tried to figure out what you were doing.

Gently, you tugged at the sleeve until Damon got the hint and brought his arm out for you, leaving it hovered over the center console as he awaited your next move. You gently grabbed his hand and pulled it across the console, wrapping your arms around his singular one and laying your head against his bicep. You tried to fight the blush off of your cheeks when you felt Damon looking down at you.

Anticipating Damon telling you to get off, you kept your eyes closed and a light grip on his arm. When his hand stretched further and rested back on your thigh, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and relaxed further onto his arm.

You awoke to something moving under your head, and groaned as the movement caused your neck to bend awkwardly. “We’re here, (y/n)” being whispered into your ear is what solidified the end of your slumber.

Sitting up, you let your arms rise above your head in a stretch as you tried to blink the blur of sleep out of your eyes.

Slumping back into the seat, you let your eyes close again and a murmur of curses tumble past your lips at the tiredness you felt. Your door being popped open alerted you, and you quickly sat back up and opened your eyes to see Damon standing in the crack, arms held out to you.

“Relax, pretty. We just need to check into the hotel.” Damon whispered, hand coming down to wrap around the wrist of your raised hand. You let him pull you out of the car before following him through the dingy front doors of a run-down looking motel.

“Was I asleep for that long?” you questioned, the bell above you signaling the two of you crossing the threshold. Glancing around the place, it seemed as if you and Damon were the only guests on the premises.

Wrapping an arm over your shoulder with a yawn, Damon ignored your question as he pulled you to the front counter. A short, plump teenager was sitting behind the counter, a small tv screen lit up in front of him.

“Room for two?” He asked, eyes not even moving from the TV. Damon let out a murmur of confirmation, his arm pulling you closer as he drummed his fingers on the countertop.

Letting yourself enjoy the moment, you leaned your head onto his chest and let your eyes fall shut once again. Keeping your arms crossed between you, you were turned entirely towards him with your forehead right at his collarbone. At your movement, Damon slid his arm off of your shoulders enough to allow his hand to grip the back of your neck, his hand sliding under your hair to keep the contact with your skin.

“That’ll be $35 even.” the man at the counter stated, and you heard the ring of a key being placed on the marble before you pulled yourself away from Damon.

Damon pulled out his wallet and threw down some cash before he swiped the key, and pushed you with his chest in the direction of the room. “Thanks man. Breakfast starts at 8? I know I’m going to be starving.” He mused, an obvious smirk on his face as he led you away.

As you both walked, you mentally scolded yourself for being so needy and touchy with Damon. Day by day, he was making you forget that he was a known vampire, and you knew you needed to keep your composure better. ESPECIALLY if you were going to be alone for the next few days…

Walking up to the door marked number 6, Damon inserted the key before kicking open the door. Your thoughts vanished as you took in the room, the single double bed staring back at you. Damon strolled in, threw down his duffel, and plopped down onto the bed.

Right as you were about to enter a nervous breakdown, Damon smirked with his eyes closed and teased, “Don’t worry, pretty girl. I’m an excellent cuddler.”.

You’re doomed..

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heroine’s manual S1 E3

GENRE: Romcom, Drama | love triangles, childhood friends, high school au | INSPIRED BY: Heroine Shikkaku (shoujo manga) | LENGTH: ~1.4K | RATING: Teen | WARNINGS: mentions of food, eating | PAIRINGS: Minho x MC (Reader), Minho x OC (Heather) | TAGLIST: @linoscence @elizabeth11moreno (ask to be added) | A/N: this chapter finally came out of the drafts after years thanks to @jisungsdaydreamer (and me accidentally posting part 5 first oops)

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THREE. Even if he rejects me, I won't give up so easily and allow someone else to steal my spot.

Inviting Heather to hang out is a mistake. Having your friends around doesn't make you feel any less of a third wheel. It’s Heather who’s supposed to be the odd one out amongst your group, yet somehow it feels like the rest of you are the ones intruding. You can't bear to witness the shy glances and gentle smiles Minho and Heather exchange.

You're trying to come up with an excuse to break them apart without being the bad guy, when a crash comes to your rescue.

"Ah. My bad," Jisung apologizes, looking down at the glass he'd accidently knocked over. He'd been sitting next to Heather, and while the glass was fortunately intact, water had spilled onto Heather's lap.

"Looks like you’re the victim of Jisung's idiocy today." Hyunjin hands her napkins, attempting to ease her through the awkwardness with his charming smile. He shoots Jisung a withering glare, getting a sheepish look and shrug in reply.

"I guess I should get going," Heather says. She rises from her seat in a hurry, but a hand over hers gives her a reason to wait.

Hyunjin.

Minho's expression is closer to amusement than jealousy, watching as his friend calls his girlfriend - by her actual name, not the nickname you've given her.

Maybe Hyunjin's crush hasn't disappeared yet. If he and Heather get together, then Minho would be yours again. Everything would fall perfectly in place.

"We don't live that far from each other. I'll take you home." Hyunjin pauses, turning to Minho who's sneaking cake onto Jisung's plate. "If that's fine with your boyfriend?"

"Whatever she wants," Minho says with a shrug. He doesn't seem to be worried about Hyunjin stealing away his girlfriend, which boosts your confidence in your own chances with him.

"Yeah," you enthusiastically agree, nodding your head. "Hyunjin's a nice guy. Have a wonderful evening!"

Hyunjin narrows his eyes, scowling at you, instead of being grateful that you're helping him out. One day, he'll figure it out, and thank you.

You lean close to her so that only she - and Hyunjin, perhaps - can hear. "You might even fall for him instead of Minho."

Hyunjin scoffs at your words with an exaggerated eyeroll and drags Heather out the door before you can say anything else.

Seungmin leaves soon after them, muttering something about an assignment that you don't really bother paying attention to.

And then it's just Minho, Jisung and you.

"We should head home too," Minho says. He gets up from the table and grabs his jacket from the back of the chair. "It's movie night."

"Ah, right." Jisung sends you a wink, starting the next phase of your plan to set your story on track. "I've got some stuff I need to work on, so I'll have to trust you two to keep our tradition alive even if it’s not the same without me."

And then it was just Minho and you.

It's usually easy to forget Minho's girlfriends exist when they're not around. Often they fade into the background even when they are around.

Yet you find yourself alone with Minho, head in his lap, too distracted to actually watch the show that's playing on the TV. Too much on your mind to even enjoy this moment.

Minho's texting someone, wearing a smile as soft as the one he usually gives you before he wraps you in a hug.

The someone in question must be Heather. After all, who else could it be? The only real rival you've ever had when it came to Minho's affection and attention is Heather, right?

If there's no struggle, then it won't feel as special when you finally end up together. Heather isn't the heroine. That title belongs to you. You're the one that's always been with Minho. No one else knows him like you do- well, maybe Jisung does. That's a different story though.

If you're the heroine, then why do you feel like you're in second place? Are you falling into a background role in your own story? Could it be you're simply a side character in this tale?

Minho's fingers run through your hair, breaking you out of your thoughts.

You're the one here with him, not Heather. You're the heroine, not her. There's still hope.

“I like you,” you blurt. It's far from the confession you had planned, especially since you weren't even the one who was supposed to be saying the words first. Sometimes you need to improvise to get the perfect scenes, so it's ok. “I like you so much.”

Minho’s hand stops stroking your hair. He doesn’t take it away, so you don’t attempt to sit up. You want to be close to him, for as long as you can.

Any moment now, he'll admit his feelings for you and you'll be the one beside him instead of Heather.

You know that, but if somehow these are the last moments you’ll have with him, you want to remember them being pleasant. Besides, you don’t exactly want to look at his face right now. The aftermath of a confession is more mortifying than you imagined, especially when you haven't gotten an answer in return.

“I know,” he says.

And that’s it. He doesn't say anything else. And you don't have the courage to ask what your words meant to him.

The couple on screen breaks up and eventually makes up, but you don't even remember their names anymore. Tears fall from your eyes and you wipe them away.

"I can't watch this anymore," you manage to whisper. It's not the drama that has you crying. You know it, and you know Minho probably does too. "I'll head home."

Minho doesn't try to stop you as you leave. As tempting as it is to turn back, you're too afraid that Minho's eyes won't be watching you.

Seungmin once explained some physics cat theory. Put a cat in a box with poison, and it could be both alive or dead as long you don't open it. If you don't check, the cat might still be alive. Something like that.

In your imagination, Minho is woefully watching as you walk away.

After the confession, it's a little hard. Minho isn't actively avoiding you, except he kind of is. He has the perfect excuses, plus the universe seems to be on his side. It's natural for the hero of the story to have exceptional luck.

As the heroine, you don't seem to have the same advantage. If anything, there's just been obstacles to your perfect ending. The biggest one turning out to be Minho himself.

You thought you didn't have to do anything and everything would fall into place by itself. Then when you took a chance and confessed, you were turned down. But even if he doesn't feel the same way now, you can't give up yet. It hurt when you realized you weren't on the same page as him, but there's still time for him to catch up, right?

You run into him after class, and he has to catch you before you stumble to the floor. It's a scene straight out of the kind of anime you love to watch. A sign for you to take another chance, except Minho speaks before you can.

"No."

You haven't even said a word, and you’ve already been shot down. An arrow through your heart, but it seems cupid isn't on your side.

Are you that obvious? Could Minho read minds? Does he really not like you?

"What? I didn't even ask-"

"I won't go out with you."

Ah. Well. Minho hasn't told you that he doesn't like you, though you aren't sure if you could handle hearing those words straight from him.

"That wasn't what I was going to say," you lie. Your voice is strained, and you can't meet his eyes, so maybe it's not believable. But you can't admit the truth, can you? "I wanted to ask if you had any movie recommendations."

Minho raises an eyebrow. He's not fooled. Still he goes along with it and makes some suggestions. Not that you’re really paying attention to his words as much as how his voice sounds.

Minho. It's always been Minho.

And you were the constant in his life, at least until Heather showed up.

It's hard to admit that she might have stolen the role that was meant for you, but you can't move ahead without accepting that.

Turns out Minho isn't just on a different page. The title of the book doesn't match either.

You are lost, clueless of what lies ahead. There's one thing you're certain of though.

Even if you’re disqualified as a heroine, your only hero is Minho.

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baddygab-bi · 20 days

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Your analysis of the script leak is really interesting! I know next to nothing about the industry or how this type of behind-the-scenes stuff works. But I had similar thoughts about the script having been retyped due to lack of watermark and other issues that you noted. That being said, I still hoped it was an early draft because I didn't care for how Buck and Eddie came across in the scene. And no, I'm not just referring to the b-word, LOL...it's a combination of the plot aspects (Eddie/Marisol) dialogue choices ("a little bit gay"???) and general back-and-forth didn't seem 100% true to their characters.

Also, I'm not sure if you're aware, but the leaker claimed that they were exchanging Facebook messages with a crew member who sent them the scripts. They apparently named the crew member in their messages. As you said, it's illegal and a violation of contract, so it doesn't make sense to me why someone would risk so much. They could of course be lying - maybe they worked for the show but got fired, took information as they left and just blamed this random crew member because they were bitter? As of right now, people who know the name of the crew member haven't disclosed it.

We'll know soon enough how accurate the script is...

Oops, missed this from a few days ago!

I PRAY I’m wrong about the leaks being real. Like I would celebrate being wrong. I WANT to be wrong so badly. I think people think I want them to be real. I don’t. I reallyyyyyyy don’t.

The more I think about them, the more I don’t even know how I feel about them. Some of it I believe, because we have context from other places, like all the Eddie/Marisol stuff, the Buck and Tommy stuff. Based on interviews and BTS the leaks line up. But some of the dialogue is just bad. The “little bit gay” doesn’t bump for me, because Buck is still working out his sexuality, he may not have the words for it yet, I’m willing to overlook that until Buck has the words for himself. But the idiot thing feels weird to me, like I can’t hear that coming from Ryan. Also, the script is just not well written. Like I said before, they talked about this like it’s the production draft (that means the one they use to shoot) and it’s just not written in the writer’s style at all. Her writing doesn’t look like that. She doesn’t use (beat) she uses (then). In the leak there are 2 then and 1 beat. In another script she co-wrote (meaning she was the main help with story and maybe writing it hands-on depending on her co-writer) there was not a single beat in the entire episode. There being 1 in this scene feels off. She wouldn’t have a sentence like “he beckons to him before moving closer to him” that’s just bad writing. Also, she wouldn’t start a sentence with and in an action line. Maybe she’s switching up her writing style, idk, but I’m torn. I think all the plot stuff could be true while the dialogue seems stilted. Dialogue is also changed around up until and even during filming, so we’ll have to wait and see. But the leaked plots all make sense. The Marisol thing though, that’s gonna be a trip.

I didn’t know that! I was thinking of the leaker being the crew member who physically leaked the information, not the person who released it on social media. I figured it went through someone else, but I’m thinking about the actual person from 911 as the leaker, the other person is like their accomplice lol. Do you know the name of the crew member? I’m really curious now if I was right about them. I could see this person getting fired or quitting and wanting to burn some stuff on the way. But also now knowing it’s Facebook makes me a lot more weary, because who the fuck actually uses FB anymore? I remember seeing this one person on Reddit who was like “Do you guys know if this is really Kenneth? He likes my posts! He wants to be my friend!” And everyone was like… no, that’s obviously fake. And the person on Reddit was convinced it wasn’t fake. So… hmm… really hoping this is another fake thing. Had it come through Insta or twitter it would be a lot more verifiable, but without knowing a name or seeing a profile, idk… Could very likely be someone trying to mess with a gullible fan.

I want to not believe it, but I also know it could be true so I’m kinda keeping one foot in both doors right now. I hope I’m wrong but I won’t be shocked if I’m right

#911 spoilers #911 abc #the leaker

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thegirlwhorideslikeasamurai · 2 months

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The terror of messing up your character and the struggles of self-discovery

There's this thing in the upcoming chapters of my YOI novelisation that I fixed (or rather hoped to have fixed correctly), but the thought that I might mess up, scares the wits out of me.

When you dive deep into the personalities of your MCs (as a canon fanfic writer, I do this excessively), you gradually discover all kinds of things not only about your characters but also about yourself. In this process, I sometimes hit the "oops, I accidentally wrote this character as being X" point and this can create quite a mess.

"We don't make mistakes, just happy little accidents." Bob Ross

Unintentionally writing a character as a belonging to a certain demographic like a marginalised group becauss it never even crossed your mind that this would apply to your character, is never a mistake because I can assure you that in most cases, it happens as a part of your own personal journey.

And this is something worth embracing. But it's where the mess comes in.

When you're not aware that you're writing a character in a certain way, when you're not aware that you are projecting a part of your experience you are yet unaware of--be it because you resonate with that character or because it aligns so perfectly with canon (or both)-- you are prone to include details that contradict the portrayal your subconscious creates. These contradicting details either stem from the bias and the misconceptions you were taught and which you internalised, or your ignorance while trying to flesh out your character's personality a bit more. However, as a result, you create a poor representation if it can be called representation at all. (Trust me, I wrote autistic-coded characters before I knew I was autistic.)

In my endeavour to write as close to canon as possible and to fill the gaps and grey areas consistently, I did exactly that. Ironically, my interpretation fits the canon extremely well and cleaning this up will result in a clearer characterisation. However, this also comes with the crushing weight of responsibility because I want my stories to be a safe space for everyone. But there is still so much I have to learn and unlearn and details might slip through my fingers and thwart my attempts of writing a good representation.

I'm really scared of disappointing my readers. I'm scared of hurting readers because I'm doing it wrong (although the same will happen if I took no action at all). Although I have a sensitivity reader for the scenes where it counts, the final result is my responsibility. I'm scared people will come for me if I do it wrong. I'm even scared they will come for me because the representation I'm trying to portray deviates from their preferred flavour.

And to be honest, I'm also scared of losing readers over that refined characterisation because the story might no longer match their expectations. The changes should be small enough that most people shouldn't even notice, but reader taste and expectations have always been a total black box for me. CYHMH has gotten a much better reception since I've started posting again and losing that over a cleaner and more canonical characterisation would devastate me.

When I say "upcoming chapters of CYHMH", I'm referring to the chapters that need urgent fixing because I'm going to post them over the next few weeks. However, as this is a characterisation issue, I must take also care of that in the drafts of the 1 & 2/3 sequels I've written so far.

Not being concrete about the issue was a deliberate choice. At this point, I really don't feel comfortable disclosing what this is about.

#writing #fanfiction #writing update #my yoi fanfic #can you hear my heartbeat #ADTLTBAverse #yoi #yuri on ice #personal journey #canon fanfiction #canonical characterisation #yoi novelisation #jen's mind vomit

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orbdotexe · 11 months

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I meant to post this last night, but apparently I saved it as a draft? wack

Exile is absolutely pitiful and depressed and overall just awful but I feel I should point out that there is no attempts being made on their part to fix it. At first it was confusion and denial, then anger and being under the impression the Vanguard would never try to (oops, Ghost), and now its... They don't see any point. It's set in stone now, nothing they say or do could reverse the hurt, and now their only way of "coping" is digging the Grave deeper.

Maybe everyone still hurts, but people can grow around that hurt if it just doesn't change. Let it stay that one kind. Don't give themself or others more things to hurt over. The only way to avoid the change is to make the change impossible.

So they hurt. And they hurt like hell - not just emotionally, but the slaughter left in their wake is bloody and the ground will not heal, will not scar over, nothing can heal from this. It is hate-filled and desperate for everyone, rot-soft and bitter.

The Forsaken Exile, in general, is a hell of a lot darker than normal Destiny, I think. In canon, you have reprieves. Sometimes painful, but always needed. Always to let something heal, and heal it does, if slowly.

But no one gets that, here.

And if they do, it is long, long after Wolf is dead. I don't think a happy ending is possible for them - the closest they could get is either leaving entirely before they could die, though they'd never rest like that. The guilt of leaving people who needed them, to just die, afraid, confused... Or they die the way they die best: self-destructing and giving their last, accepting that they could never be understood in life and letting go so that maybe they could be understood in death. or we go with the Witness one. Yknow, cloud head leading everyone along while none of them believe Wolf is really dead, until the Witness gives up their last recording/leads them to Wolf's body and it turns out Wolf died just as pitifully as they had been living - alone and afraid and begging for people who'd never answer, even if they could hear. Deaf ears in two horrible ways.

I just... "In our next lives, let's save ourselves."

auto-correct keeps trying to change "died just as pitifully as they had been living" to "died just as beautifully as they had lived" and i thought that was funny in a horrible and heart breaking way anyway i think im going to go through my Exile tag and brain space and try to set up some kind of timeline with important details? soon?

#orb rambles #the forsaken exile #'You've met with a terrible fate. haven't you?'#something about begging for help from those you know won't help you no matter what you do and being unable to let go just breaks me.#They *can't* let go. in any other situation where thousands of lives weren't on the line- you'd tell them to just *go*#To stop taking the heat for these people who hate them and used them and then dropped them without hearing anything first #None of its healthy. And they *should* leave - for their own sake - but it still wouldn't be the right thing #There isn't much of a 'right thing' to do here - but saving the Last City is the closest thing there is #But nothing could justify the in-between events. the path to saving it #There Is No Winning in the Forsaken Exile for anybody!#and i hate that. I hate stories where nothing Can go right and the little spots of relief only serve to make everything so so much worse #but ive done this to myself and i love this AU in spite of it and Will continue to dig this grave and nothing can stop me <3

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sheliesshattered · 4 months

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So it turns out I completely forgot to take any pictures of my last sewing project. Oops. In fairness, it's a gift for my mother, whose birthday is tomorrow, and I didn't want to post any pictures until after it had arrived at her house and been opened. But I still meant to take some pictures, if not of the process at least of the final product. It wasn't until I got home from mailing it that I realized I full on completely forgot to take any photos at all. Oh well. Maybe Mom can snap a picture or two for me since I flat out forgot. Pics of that if/when I actually have them, lol.

But I'm already into my next sewing project, and I've resolved not to make that same mistake again. Which, really, is nearly the same mistake as I made with my fleece dress last month, when I didn't take any pictures at all until all the major seams were sewn. After documenting so much of my sewing throughout 2023, I seem to have completely forgotten all about taking photos of my works-in-progress the last couple of months. I aim to get back on course with this project, though!

The project in question is a hooded wrap sort of thing, made from the black and gray brushed cotton herringbone that I got a bolt of on ebay a couple of weeks back. After washing the bolt, it looks to be about 43" wide and roughly eight and a half yards long. I want to make an overdress for my fleece dress out of it too, but I think this wrap project will only take up about a yard and a half, maybe two, so I should have plenty left for an overdress. And then I can wear the wrap and the overdress together, potentially.

But really the thing I'm sewing this for is my birthday, which is coming up in about seven weeks. I have somehow talked Jack into going to Disneyland and spending all day in the Star Wars Galaxy's Edge area so I can pilot the Millennium Falcon as many times as possible, and doing some original costuming "Batuu-bounding" while we're there, too. Because I am nothing if not a costume nerd, and my life-long love for Star Wars has recently been reignited, so what better way to spend my birthday than dressed up in one of the best examples of 360 degree set building that I've ever seen.

After combining a bunch of pieces from my closet and my costume boxes, I've come up with an outfit that I like the look of, for a general purpose Force-sensitive smuggler pilot: my every-day tall Doc Martens with wraps over them, leather-look leggings, the vest from my Moment cosplay, and various accessories from my pirate-core and Wasteland days. I may need a better shirt to go with it, but I'm hoping to hit up Goodwill at least once or twice between now and then and see what I can find. The final choice will depend on a bit on the weather that week, which in late February in southern California can be literally anything from the cusp of freezing to 80 degrees, sunny or rainy or windy or some combination of all of them. I won't really know until the weekend beforehand.

Besides a shirt, the last piece I really want to add is this hooded wrap, both for practicality -- warmth in the morning and the evening, and keeping the sun off my head at midday without messing up my hair too much -- and for just the drama of a big hood and drapey wrap. I based the hood pattern on the hooded Vuvalini jacket I made for Wasteland Weekend way back in 2016, but took it in a bit both in width and depth (since I'm not trying to catch the wind with this one, and won't be wearing a fluffy scarf with it).

Over the weekend I drafted a pattern and made a mock-up, but the mock-up is really kinda ugly, since I used left over fabric and made a part of it significantly smaller just to save on fabric, so it's one of those mock-ups where you have to squint and imagine what the final product will look like. Not going to bother taking pictures of that. But it did serve the purpose of clarifying some design elements and finalizing fit, so still worthwhile.

With the hood pattern drafted and tested, and measurements for the long wrap bits figured out, I went ahead and cut it out of the herringbone fabric. Here it is all cut out, three pieces for the hood and two pieces for the back:

I'm doing french seams on this project, both to combat the fabric's tendency to fray, and to keep all the inner seams looking pretty when the hood is down, etc. Tonight I sewed up the first set of seams on the center back of the wrap, and all three hood pieces (as modeled by my sewing ham):

Tomorrow I'll press those narrow seams flat, and then sew each of them again a bit further in to completely encase the raw edges (ie a classic french seam). Next step after that will be attaching the hood to the right angle formed by the wrap pieces coming together in the center back. I did this, with shorter and narrower pieces, in my mock-up, and it's a little bit fiddly but not too bad. I didn't french seam the mock-up though, so we'll see if that adds any headaches to this.

Once both stages of the neck seam are done and the hood is attached, the last step will be hemming! And it's a lot of hemming, lol. The shorter edges of the wrap (starting from the top of the center back, where it meets the hood) are each 48" long and 18" wide. I actually haven't measured the outer, longer edge, nor done the math to figure out what it must be given that the center back is cut on a 45 degree bias, but let's just say it's a lot of inches. And then there's the hood opening too, which was cut to have a generous drape. Many many inches of hemming, really probably better measured in yards.

I need to play around with a couple of options, see if I like the look of top stitching or if I want to do the whole thing by hand with invisible stitches, but right now my assumption is that I'll end up doing this by hand. I actually enjoy handsewing hems, so that's not the worst thing in the world, and I've got plenty of time to get this finished before I plan to wear it at the end of February. I do have at least one other sewing project I'd like to tackle for our Star Wars Batuu-bounding day, and I'd like to leave room for other things to come up at the last minute too, so I'm going to keep buzzing through this just as quickly as I can. More pictures tomorrow, in all likelihood.

After I call my mom of course, and wish her a happy birthday. And beg her for photos of that thing I made for her, lol.

#my sewing #hooded wrap #Batuu bounding #Star Wars bounding #Disneybounding #2024 mood #long post #I am stupidly excited about this whole thing #my outfit and Jack's outfit and going to Disneyland and piloting the Millennium Falcon again. all of it #we have reservations for some of the harder-to-get-into things too #but I'm hoping it'll be a pretty quiet day in the park when we go #mid-week at the end of February isn't really busy time #it was pleasantly quiet when my mom and I went in October. other than the rush for RotR right at opening #Jack hasn't been to Galaxy's Edge at all and this trip largely came out of my desire to share it all with him #and yes also my desire to pilot the Falcon again AND get to dress up a bit too #hopefully there'll be lots of photos of all of this ~7 weeks from now

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actuallylorelaigilmore · 2 years

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2022 MOVIE OF THE WEEK #26

do revenge. oops i did not realize that i posted my next movie out of order this was in my drafts and should have been first. i had no idea this movie even existed, despite it starring two actresses i genuinely love, until i read a profile of sarah michelle gellar completely randomly a day or two before it premiered. the interview made it seem like a next-gen cruel intentions, complete with her playing a character ‘who could be katherine, what she’s like today’ as the headmaster.

and when she first showed up in the movie, it really did take me back--she slipped, as well as anyone could be expected to decades later, right back into That Katherine Voice. she chose this movie as part of her return to acting, and she really seemed to be enjoying herself, so i’m happy for her.

i was also happy for me, because cruel intentions was very important to me as a teenager, and there’s something about her in this movie that just hits me hard that way--she delivers a line at one point about what it’s like to be seventeen, and there’s just so much intensity to it, so much she puts into that one line, where she didn’t have to. it resonated with me, like, this isn’t just the headmaster talking to a student...this is sarah michelle gellar, who was buffy, who was katherine, who was a scream queen, who brought our teenage dreams and fears to life. i just really enjoyed the sort of depths that live in her now, that she wanted to use to make this movie better. because she’s only a small part of it, but she’s a really fun part.

so anyway, i went into this knowing vaguely about her role, and the two leads, and otherwise i just knew it was a netflix movie. that can be REALLY hit or miss these days, there are still some i like but more of them lately are not what i would call good. i was prepared for this one to suck, and to have fun watching it even if it was a bad movie dramatizing bad behavior by rich kids.

but it was surprising! i did not expect maya hawke to play another gay character, and she is a delight always but honestly i love her best queer because while she was great as jo march, i met her as robin and i mean, robin is my netflix icon. that is a measure of my fondness for her. i’m not sure what i expected from camila mendes, she showed off her range on riverdale so i know she can do anything really--but she does play a believable self-absorbed mean girl.

the beginning of the story confused me occasionally so it’s definitely a better time if you can watch it uncritically and go with the flow. a couple days after we saw it, i ended up putting it on again, as background noise while i was cooking, and that time it was a lot more fun because i wasn’t trying to make things make sense.

for example, when it opens on a party, we spent most of the scene debating whether the movie was set in the 90s, or if it was a 90s themed party, or if style had just looped back around so all these teens were heavily influenced by it. and i still don’t understand why, if you trusted your boyfriend enough to send him explicit photos, you would assume immediately that he leaked them when they got out, while he claimed he didn’t do it. i know that it’s not relevant to the plot because he couldn’t have proved otherwise, but i genuinely don’t get that early moment, because if i had trusted someone i would give them the benefit of the doubt.

this review is already too long so i won’t go into the plot much more except to say that as @actuallylukedanes and i were watching it, i kept mentally guessing what was coming next, or we would discuss what we thought the answers to the movie’s mysteries would be...and every time i expected this movie to go one way, it went another. i don’t think i guessed a single thing right, even when in a few cases i had caught their breadcrumbs at the time and thought ‘huh, what we’re being shown doesn’t quite fit.’ that was really refreshing. i enjoyed being surprised.

the movie’s not flawless. at a certain point it moved so quickly from the final showdown to its happy ending that it didn’t totally feel earned to me, though that didn’t stop me from enjoying the ending. maya hawke’s performance after the reveal gave me a moment where i saw her fierce uma thurman inheritance shining through, in a way i never have before, which was awesome--but in a different scene i felt like she was tonally borrowing from killing eve’s villanelle, so it was hard to get a good grasp on her.

was she always at risk of being unhinged and a traumatic event triggered it? did she react rationally to a horrible experience and it’s fine because ‘teenage girls are psychopaths’? in the end we don’t really know, because her counterpart doesn’t care so we’re not supposed to either. blowing so quickly past her actions because they face a greater villain together may make sense for them, but i still have questions! lol.

beyond the performances (sophie turner is living her best life in this it’s fantastic) and the fashion, one of the very best parts of this movie is the music. MY GOD, the music. leander pointed it out before i noticed, but the ‘90s tunes that they mix in between modern artists is just...chef’s kiss. from a song off my favorite hole album to a joyful rendition of bitch to a full-on cruel intentions callback that made me hold my hands over my heart like i was trying to keep a teenage version of me from spilling out...this has a truly excellent soundtrack.

in the end, i appreciate the way that this movie clearly knows what it wanted to be, flaws and crazy and all. the people behind it made choices and then really went for them. i respect that, even when i don’t always like their choices. i would mostly recommend it though--for me, it was a good time.

#this got very long and has been in my drafts for such a long time that i accidentally finished and posted a different review first #so if this has any typos or has become incoherent well that's because i've worked on it in lots of little sessions and my brain is tired now #2022 motw #do revenge #camila mendes #maya hawke #sarah michelle gellar #cruel intentions #actuallylukedanes #i have the best best friend #long post

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onedayanauthor · 2 years

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WIP Game

Thanks to @mychemicalrachel for tagging me! I was so surprised when I got the notification that I had been tagged in something, but here I am, ready to show the world that I cannot seem to finish anything I start writing lol

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have wips. (You can make your own post or reblog this one!) I have deemed that this isn’t just for writing either. Sketch titles? Comics? Dnd campaigns? If you have an unfinished project, it counts!!

Onedayanauthor’s WIP List

Broken Arms (Andrew, Aaron, and Nicky)

Aaron and his anxiety go to the store (Aaron and Nicky)

Fast Food (Andrew and Nicky)

Wymack's Draft (This is a draft of the next chapter for my fic …And This Is How It Ends… so I guess the cat is out of the bag on which Original Fox dies next…oops)

Voiceless Nicky (Nicky, Erik, and pretty much all the Foxes)

The Twinyards get a nanny (Andrew, Aaron, and Nicky)

That part from Champion that’s missing (June and Eden from the book Legend)

Smoosh The Selection and AFTG together and make Neil as Maxon and Nathan as King Clarkson because F*** him (Neil falling in love with Andrew and while also trying to deal with the chaos of his selection)

I know very few people on here, but I creep from afar on many, so to @yourficstheyglow, @skullcaidd, @gus47, and @etoilegarden, you don’t know me, but I absolutely love all of y’all’s stuff and would love to see what kind of things y’all have sitting in WIP folders :) Have a great day/night/whatever-part-of-the-day-it-is-for-you!

#aftg #legend #the selection

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ingo-appreciation · 2 years

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more official announcement update post woo!

hello all! this is a more official follow up post to the one i posted the other night while it was almost 4am oops

sorry for being gone for so long! i hadn’t really been keeping the queue up because i was moving into my dorm, and then i got sick. and i was like “well this sucks but it’ll be over soon yeah?” and then it Wasn’t. and I was out for a whole week with no real consistent symptoms? it sucked and i killed at least half my bag of emergency cough drops booo. but that’s finally over! eeeeexcept it’s the first week of classes. so i haven’t really had time to do a queue day or anything.

as for what’s happening next! i have queued up some posts for the immediate future! the queue’s posts are down to 3 for now while i get back in the swing of things here, but! at the very least there is a queue! and there will be no shortage of posts anytime soon, i’ve got 200 posts saved in my drafts yeesh. things will be coming back just! don’t be surprised if i miss a day or things are a little slow for a while as i get back into the swing of school.

tldr, i’m back! things might be slow, but im back!

#not ingo

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eulcgizeme · 2 days

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eulcgizeme's plot brain rot

heyo weyo, listed below are just some plots i'm desperate to do so if you're interested, pls give this a like and i will come bother you. (: all of these can be for m/m or m/f pairings! heavily influenced from listening to ttpd for last four days

A. "even if it's handcuffed, i'm leaving here with you" for two former bonnie and clyde-esque characters who essentially out grew each other until they rekindle a little flame that gets them back on their ride or die bullshit, but one of them is insistent that the past is in the past (except maybe when someone's hand is down someone's pants oops). this would most likely be for eden [callum turner fc] since it's close to his backstory but watered down lol but could be someone else, possibly lyp adler [mike faist fc].

B. high school sweethearts remarried after they realized they were, in fact, far too young to have gotten married. it was messy, it was bitter, and fast forward they're remarried but unhappy bc they keep looking for the other in everything they do. an affair ensues and is it possible they've really grown up and come back to each other, or are they just as immature as they were back then? (possibly for andy rhodes, or knightley rhodes [josh o'connor or mike faist fcs])

C. based on the prophecy by miss taylor, where a promise to get married to their best friend if they're still single by x time and even though they're down for it, they're realizing maybe it's not the world against them but that they're not ready to belong to someone. fluff, comfort, and a bitter angst to not understanding why the person you've always loved suddenly doesn't want to be yours. (100% would have to be a new muse on my end but im ready)

D. muse a confesses to muse b that their spouse is cheating on them and ends a marriage. but instead of being hailed a savior, muse b holds it against muse a. add a little fortnight inspo and muse b could have lived right behind muse a, and muse a's marriage was the shit one while muse b lived happily until this revelation. muse a's marriage finally fixes itself and now muse b has to watch from their backyard their ex-best friend have the life muse a ruined by saying outloud the affair everyone but muse b saw. once again throwing my rhodes-burton family at this plot.

E. "like a tattooed golden retriever" about a young male model (i have a logan lerman fc in mind for this) taken in by someone else in the fashion industry who needs their next big break and is desperate. essentially plucks him off the street for his look to clean him up with little regard or what happens to him in the industry until they become emotionally attached and responsible for him.

F. two exes who broke up because muse a (who i'm thinking i might throw my callie adler [anya taylor joy fc] at for this! she does have a regular au lol but can be kept supernatural if ya want) was a mess tho muse b denies that it's a direct result of how they handled the relationship... and fast forward to muse a fixing themselves to spite muse b and everything they said about them.

G. and then a twist on the concept above ^ where muse a decides they're going to fix muse b to spite everyone around them. i can fix him (no really i can) as everyone insists they're no good. yeah, it's the song. and what of it?

H. begging for a plot based on the lines "it wasn't sexy once it wasn't forbidden" and "sparkling summer" and "you deserve prison but you'll never get time, you'll slide into inboxes and slip through the bar." i had more for this but this whole post has been sitting in my drafts for two days and i want it out there, but if you're a sucker for smallest man who ever lived i will give you my all on deets for this.

I. unrelated to ttpd, but some more plots for callie and lyp adler as theyre supernatural au muses and lyp indirectly/accidentally did use his soul as payment for more power and didn't take into consideration that as a twin he is a soul split in two and also sold callie's soul.

just putting it out there that aside from mike faist/callum turner, i have some muse ideas for tom holland, barry keoghan, josh o'connor, david corenswet, jonathan bailey. i prefer writing male characters but i do have a couple of gals that might work for some of these if needed! (:

#wanted.#wanted plots.#wanted plot.#i cant remember my tag ffs

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