#this man literally makes me so giddy and ridiculous

[1863-project]

For the anon Pokémon asks: which battle subway conductor is the cutest?

Okay, this may get long, so bear with me.

First, a little disclaimer: Ingo and Emmet both make me feel incredibly seen. I was born in 1989 and wasn't diagnosed with autism until 2009, and I never got to see characters like me. I'd see some who were similar to me, or some with things in common with me, but Ingo and Emmet feel like looking in a mirror to me, to the point that I don't go in the Submas tag because I've seen too many people perpetuating the ableism that got me bullied as an undiagnosed autistic kid. Every time an autistic or autistic-coded character is portrayed as "weird" or "off-putting" or "too intense" or "scary," it's repeating things that my bullies used to excuse their behavior towards me and essentially treat me and my autism as entertainment. Most people aren't doing this, of course, but since I'm in the process of working through a lot of that trauma, I choose not to take the chance of exposing myself to it because I'd rather heal instead of open old wounds again and again.

Anyway, with that said, I adore them both, but only one of them makes me act like a giddy teenager.

I have the most ridiculous fictional character crush on Emmet. It's unreal. Part of that is likely the fact that if he was real we'd actually be extremely compatible, but unfortunately for me, he is not, and so I can't take him on locomotive photo charter dates and kiss him on the City Hall looparound on the 6 Train. That aside, here's what I genuinely like about the goober.

He's deeply passionate about what he loves.

It's that passion that often gets people like him and me labeled as "too intense," but when he likes something, he really likes something. Battling is like air to him. When you befriend him in Masters EX, you find he'll actually talk your ear off about battling if you give him the opportunity. He vibrates with excitement when he sees strong trainers.

[Image description: Emmet and Ingo, two adult identical twin men with knife-shaped sideburns wearing exaggerated versions of railroad conductor uniforms, stare off to the left at people who are off-screen. Emmet, in a white uniform, is holding his hands at his sides but his hands are in an excited, almost 'grabby' position; Ingo, in a black uniform, also has his hands at his sides but his hands are balled into fists. Ingo's Excadrill, a Pokemon that looks like a mole combined with a tunneling machine, stands in front of him. End description.]

In this screenshot from Masters EX, Emmet and Ingo have just run into Steven Stone and Roark. Emmet is barely holding back, and you can tell by looking at his hands. He wants to battle now. It's delightful that he's in a franchise of video games where that passion is normalized and encouraged. (As long as he never visits Paldea, anyway. Nemona is proof of how well that would go.)

Battling makes Emmet genuinely so happy and excited and I love when people get that way about their hobbies. It's so nice to see passionate people. Emmet even says he's excited about it when you battle him in Black and White and beat him at the highest level possible:

"I am Emmet. I am a Subway Boss, but I lost against you again. But I feel good. Because it was very fun! You want to win, and I don't want to lose. That's real. When we clash in battles, I feel very excited!"

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He lives for this, so much that even losing a really intense, serious battle feels good. And it's a delight. But, of course...

[Image description: Emmet, described above, claps his hands together excitedly and says "Winning a serious, hard-fought battle is the best feeling in the world!" with a huge smile on his face. End description.]

...he, in his own words, likes winning "more than anything else."

He's verrrry direct in his communication...but also verrrry supportive.

Autistic folks are often told we're too blunt, and to neurotypicals, who are used to saying things more indirectly, we can come off as a bit...too direct to them, to say the least. Arguably the best example of Emmet doing this is in the PokeSpe manga, where he just says things without a filter.

[Image description: a manga panel in which Emmet bluntly tells trainer White, "Yes, we're studying you as an example of a trainer who gets overwhelmed and loses every single match." The next panel leads off with Ingo saying "That's not nice, Emmet..." End description.]

But that bluntness isn't intended maliciously, he just has no filter and says what's on his mind. In reality, he's delightfully supportive and friendly, and that honesty leads to the most wonderful exchanges with him:

[Image description: two screenshots of Emmet from Pokemon Masters EX, smiling softly. His dialogue reads, "Hi, Steph! Your smile is always the best. Perfect! Whenever I see you, I can't help but smile, too! I'll have to make sure my smile is just as good as yours!" End description.]

As a side note, this dialogue has been destroying me for over two years now, and every time I boot up the game and he says this I feel my face get warm. He's actually helped me stop being self-conscious about my smile.

He has a habit of listening in on things, even if he has no intention of gossiping or anything. He just likes knowing stuff.

It's a habit he seems to share with his brother, but Ingo is significantly less obvious and more apologetic about it. Emmet's just really funny about it.

[Image description: two manga panels and one screenshot from Masters EX. The first manga panel shows Emmet marching over to White and Bianca as they have a discussion, saying, "I'm overhearing an interesting discussion over here. It seems profound, so I'm going to stand nearby and listen in. Oh, don't let me distract you. Go on. Keep talking." The second panel shows Emmet cupping his ear with his hand and still attempting to listen in on the discussion from one subway car away, with Ingo standing behind him. The screenshot from Masters EX shows Ingo hiding his eyes with his hat and saying, "I apologize for eavesdropping, but we happened to overhear your conversation at the Pokemon Center" as Emmet stands beside him, hands on his hips and smiling with no shame. End description.]

He doesn't use the information maliciously, and a lot of the time he doesn't even use it at all. He just enjoys hearing these things and knowing all sorts of weird drama is going on elsewhere. It's like when you find out about drama in a fandom you're not in and you read the posts and eat popcorn. It's great.

He likes his work uniform because it helps his posture.

As a fellow "leans forward too much" autistic, this one really resonates with me and I love it.

[Image description: A screenshot of Emmet in Pokemon Masters EX. He's standing straight up and holding the brim of his hat with his hand. His dialogue reads, "Wearing it gets me motivated, of course! It also helps me stand up straight and tall!" End description.]

He stops scripting when he gets to know people better because he's able to trust them.

Notice how his dialogue in BW and BW2 is on the Battle Subway - "I'm Emmet. This is my job. I like doubles. This is why I like doubles. Here are the safety checks." He's scripting around people he's not familiar with, and it's the sort of thing that gets autistic people labeled as "robotic" by people who don't know it's a way to help us maintain some semblance of control over an unfamiliar situation. The preprepared dialogue is a coping method in an ableist world. But when you get to know him in Masters, the scripted dialogue shows up a lot less. He's able to talk genuinely and excitedly to you, because he knows you're safe to be around and you're not going to judge him for who he is. That hits me hard.

He has the most adorable goddamned laugh in the world and it kills me on the daily.

This is a lot more in line with my personal tastes, as everyone who knows me well knows, but that damn laugh makes me all fluttery inside and weak in the knees. And he does it a LOT.

This update to Masters EX, where the characters laugh if you tap on them on the upgrade screen, destroyed me, and multiple people were apparently waiting for me to find it and die because I'm really predictable. I may or may not regularly pull the screen up just to poke at him and hear this. It's...not fair.

This one is...also unfair. I won't elaborate in public on what I think when I hear it because it's embarrassing.

So, uh...yeah. I really, really like Emmet a lot. I'm really normal about Emmet. I promise.

#replies #Pokemon #Submas #this man literally makes me so giddy and ridiculous #it's so silly but I'm having a good time and he's helping me work through a lot of stuff on the side #I spent hours on this #I always spend hours on posts where I talk about Emmet

[witchy-scribblings]

imagine matching with rengoku kyojuro on tinder...

❀ tinder date kyojuro who has a long ass bio, written in all caps and with an excessive amount of exclamation marks and fire emojis, but his introduction is so sweet and endearingly to the point that you ignore the possibility of him being another weirdo.

❀ "about me: HI! I'M KYOJURO!!! I LOVE EATING AND KENDO TRAINING 🔥🔥 SET YOUR HEART ABLAZE AND FOLLOW YOUR DREAMS!!!! 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 NOT LOOKING FOR HOOKUPS!!!"

❀ tinder date kyojuro who has only uploaded three pictures of himself: a selfie featuring the most intense eyes and radiant smile you've ever seen, a shot of a table covered in various delicious-looking dishes and a full body shot of him right after a training session, displaying a very sculpted and very sweaty upper body.

❀ tinder date kyojuro whose friend, uzui, was the actual mastermind behind the idea of introducing him to online dating (and who is to blame for the addition of that third picture everyone say thank you tengen).

❀ tinder date kyojuro who isn't partial to the idea of matching for a hook-up because that's far from his style.

❀ tinder date kyojuro who feels so pulled in by your profile when it appears that he doesn't even swipe right, he superlikes instead.

❀ tinder date kyojuro who forces himself not to stare at your swimsuit pictures because he thinks it's disrespectful, but at the same time can't stop admiring how pretty your face and smile are.

❀ tinder date kyojuro who feels so ridiculously giddy when he matches with you (even more if you had already swiped right on him before he superliked you) that he messages you immediately.

❀ tinder date kyojuro who couldn't come up with a pick-up line to save his life, so he just started with a very simple, very straightforward "HI! I'M KYOJURO! I THINK YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL!! 🔥🔥😃"

❀ tinder date kyojuro who is admittedly bad at replying because he's generally very disconnected from his phone, but when he does answer he can engage in hours-long conversations if nothing else demands his immediate attention and, of course, if you're up for them.

❀ tinder date kyojuro who respectfully ends chats with other matches the moment he becomes hopeful and optimistic about the direction of his conversations with you, because he would never, ever ghost other people if he stopped being interested.

❀ tinder date kyojuro who has actually taken notes of the hints you drop from time to time, like preferred date types and spots, hobbies, your favorite flowers, what kind of drink you order at coffee shops...

❀ tinder date kyojuro who doesn't rush meeting you in real life because he's genuinely content just chatting with you and learning more about you, but is unmistakably excited when you decide to exchange phone numbers.

❀ tinder date kyojuro who is smitten with the first voice note you send him, especially because it was of you wheezing at some funny inside joke he had referenced, and he had thought you had the most stunning kettle laugh ever (he lets you know that).

❀ tinder date kyojuro who physically fist bumps the air when the topic of your actual first date together comes up, and he can't help gushing to uzui about every detail he arranges with you. "a picnic, tengen! isn't it just the most wonderful idea for a first date?"

❀ tinder date kyojuro who turns up at the park only a few minutes later than you, apologizing for making you wait with a lovely bouquet of your favorite flowers.

❀ tinder date kyojuro who is absolutely delighted (and, flankly, a little blown away) that you had prepared some homemade food for the picnic (some of which he remembers having mentioned he likes).

❀ tinder date kyojuro who hasn't even held hands with you yet, but thinks he could marry you on the spot after the first bite of your cooking; he's the literal embodiment of the saying "the easiest way to a man's heart is through his stomach" (and yes, of course he goes "UMAI").

❀ tinder date kyojuro who loses track of time when he's with you, and visibly deflates like a scolded puppy when it gets dark because it means it's time to say goodbye. it helps, just a little, that you ask him to walk you home, and he complies without hesitation.

❀ tinder date kyojuro, whose disappointment at having to part ways with you is easily fixed when you confess that you'd love to see him again as soon as possible, and he has to actively fight the urge to squeeze the life out of you right there by your doorstep.

❀ tinder date kyojuro who deletes his tinder account as soon as he gets home because he knows it in his bones that there's no need for further searching.

#kimetsu no yaiba #kny #demon slayer #kny x reader #kny fluff #demon slayer x reader #rengoku kyojuro #kyojuro x reader #rengoku x reader #rengoku x you #rengoku x y/n #rengoku kyoujurou x reader #rengoku fluff #kny hcs

[rockingrobin69]

Peachy-sweet

“Oh, how lovely,” Draco rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t really hide the affection in his voice. He was sure Harry could hear it too, thick like the way he buttered his toast.

“What,” Harry laughed, not really a question. “You’re saying you don’t want this nice, er, trinket, added to your collection?”

“Kind offer, but no, thanks.” They both watched the little newt carry the stone underwater. “Plus, I don’t keep a collection of rocks, Potter.”

Harry’s whole face was alight with the smile. “The mantlepiece would beg to differ.”

“The mantlepiece,” Draco, advancing, “would like to complain, if anything, that a certain someone has enough photos of his god-children as pumpkins, and, in fact, that the whole ‘fall’ theme is rather cliché, and, oh,” when Harry took his chin, another hand cupping the back of his neck, “what now?”

To the grin. That unbearable one that always, that still made this avalanche in Draco’s chest start, this bright starburst of a thing. “You’re ridiculous,” Harry said. “My silly, perfect creature.”

“Oh, truly, this doesn’t call for,” lost the train of thought and also his breath, chest squeezed to Harry’s and his own smile too wide, aching around the corners. “Come on. I’ve toiled all day on making your dinner and now you insist on this stroll.”

Harry took the hand Draco put on his face and gave the palm a little kiss. “You’re right,” he said, “I’m incorrigible.”

The garden was lovely in the moonlight, the air thick with a sweet scent, peaches and lavender. From beyond the little pond, Draco thought he could see candle-light flickering. “You said,” he breathed out, “you had a—question?”

“Yes,” simply. Draco swallowed a sharp thing in his throat, a rush of excitement or—something else.

“Harry.”

“Yes?” another kiss, then a huff, amused. “Come on, little detective. Not everything is a mystery. Sometimes a stroll in the garden is just a stroll in the garden.” But the glint in his eyes, and besides, the box in Draco’s jacket pocket.

Chewing on the smirk: “You’re right. Let us, ah, stroll, then?”

“Terrific idea.”

“And then you can ask me your question.”

“And then,” Harry went on his tip-toes to kiss Draco’s forehead, “I’ll ask you my question.”

“If I don’t ask you first.”

“Hmm?”

Wickedly, “Nothing, nothing,” thinking of candle-light and of Harry’s favourite tea, about perhaps another way to use the space in their grand ballroom, making Harry swoon in all possible manners. Thinking about holding the man he loved tight and perhaps, for always. The words he could barely keep tasted rich in his mouth, like hot chocolate or like—well.

“Come, love,” too giddy to stay put, “the garden, the stroll awaits.” In the evening air that smelled of peaches, in the riot that kept rumbling in his chest. In this brilliant, lovely place, in this magical world, with Harry’s hand in his and the sweetness of certainty. The stars twinkled above them, half-conspirators, gentle and bright.

(Flufftober day 21. Find the soft AO3 collection here). A little bonus extra, if you will, of my fic Of Magical Beings Being - Magic, because I'm literally obsessed with it, okay. Read it, it's so, so soft and so sweet.

#drarry fic #flufftober2023 #prompt: swoon #very very very very soft. #proposal? hmm? what? #rockingrobin69 #500 words #mbbm universe

[internet-sadass]

My Bloody Betrayal (Harry Warden x female reader)

Blurb: Your boyfriend, Joel, takes your joke about having a date in the mines a little too seriously. You turn up for your date and encounter who you believe to be Joel, dressed up in full mining kit. The date goes to plan, and you end up getting down and dirty in a mine shaft, but do you really know who it is gripping your throat and touching your body?

(this is a terrible description but tldr: you accidentally bang Harry Warden)

Warnings: smut, p in v sex, dubious consent (reader is tricked into having sex with someone), accidental cheating, outdoor sex

A/N: I'm down so bad for Harry Warden, he's so AUGHH therefore I had to bash out a fic about this lovely masked man <333 If this is terrible and confusing, I am sorry, it is a very odd plot and I doubt I pulled it off well. 

Pulling your jacket closer around your shoulders, you walked into the rickety (and definitely not up to current safety standards) lift and pressed the button. It cranked into action and began the 2,000-foot descent into the mines.

‘I wish Joel wouldn’t take my jokes so literally’. You thought, pulling at your hair, trying to fix it now the damp night air had started to make it frizz up. ‘ I bet he thinks this is a real smooth way to get some loving out of me’. 

Joel, after deciding that your joke about a ‘spooky’ date in the mines was a legitimately good idea, had added his own twist. With a dumb smile painted across his face, he’d told you that the first one to get spooked when they were exploring the shaft where Harry Warden and the other four miners had been trapped all those years ago had to give the other whatever they wanted. In Joel’s case, that meant getting to do more than just kiss you and fondle your breasts through your blouse. You had no objections to him going further than kissing and touching. Joel wasn’t the only one desiring more than just tame petting. However, you wanted your dear boyfriend to work for it. If that meant playing along with his ‘if you get scared, then I get to see you naked’ scheme, then so be it. 

Entering the shaft, you peered into the darkness. Joel had said to meet him down there, and then he’d show you around the vast warren of tunnels he called his workplace. 

“Joel?” 

A light flickered to life, illuminating the narrow tunnel you were in. You blinked a few times, letting your eyes adjust. In the center of the tunnel, illuminated by the single bare lightbulb above, was a figure kitted out in the mining gear and gas mask you’d seen Joel wear on the few occasions you’d picked him up from work. The figure tilted its head at you.

Cogs whirred in your head, and it didn’t take you long to piece together an explanation for whom this figure was. After all, there was only one logical answer.

“Oh ha ha, very funny, Joel. You thought I’d see you and think, ‘shit, that’s Harry Warden’ and start screaming the moment I set foot down here?” Walking up to the masked figure, you ran a hand up his arm, then pressed your hand to his chest, feeling the solid body hidden under the layers of rough fabric. “You’re going to have to try a lot harder than that to spook me.” 

A deep chuckle came from within the mask, vibrating along the tube. The figure, which you had decided was definitely Joel, ran a hand down your back and over your backside, squeezing it.

“Mm, good to see you too. But don’t get my dress dirty, Jesus!” You scolded him, looking over your shoulder and down at your body to see if any dust or dirt from the mining suit had stained your pretty red dress. 

The masked man backed away slightly, taking his gloved hand off our body and instead offering it to you to hold. You couldn't help but grin, feeling a little giddy and lovesick at your boyfriend being romantic and sweet while geared up in an objectively creepy-looking outfit. As ridiculous as this whole date idea was, it was just a bit of fun that both of you needed in your dull adult lives. The pair of you set off into the mines, Joel leading the way, the light on his helmet illuminating the narrow walkway, his hand firmly clasping your own.

***

The whole ‘not speaking’ schtick Joel was doing bothered you less and less as time passed. Sure, it was a bit disconcerting or even annoying to say something to him and get a muffled ‘mm’ or a deep chuckle, but you admired his dedication to making this date ‘spooky’ by playing a role. Once the two of you had finally reached the fabled shaft where the miners had died, Joel stopped and pointed at the closed-off shaft. 

“This the one?” 

A nod was your answer.

You looked at the shaft, which had since been repaired and was in use. It wasn’t all that creepy unless you thought too hard about the lore behind it. 

“Oh wow, Joel, I’m so scared of this shaft that looks identical to all the others we have passed.” You teased, grinning at your boyfriend. There was a ‘hmph’ from within the mask, and he shook his head, pointing again.

“You want to go in there?”

Another nod.

“Alright.” You said with a shrug, taking the lead this time and entering the shaft. Joel followed, his hand still holding yours. Once inside, you stopped, facing him, looking up at the two dark goggles that hid his eyes.

 “I think your plan failed. Guess you’ll be doing what I want since I didn't even flinch, let alone scream the whole time.” You guided his hands to your waist, no longer concerned about your dress getting dirty, and pressed yourself close to him.“You know what I want?” 

A tilt of his head told you to explain.

“I want you to fuck me, Joel.” You whispered harshly, annunciating the ‘fuck’ by pressing your thigh against his crotch. A groan rattled along the tube, the hands on your waist squeezing your sides before pushing you against the wall. His gloved hands roamed over your body, squeezing your thighs, the plush of your lower stomach, your tits, exploring the curves and contours as if he was mapping out unchartered territory. The hem of your dress was pushed up, exposing the meat of your thighs and your soft cunt to him. The coarse fabric of the gloves had you twitching as he ran his hands up your thighs, caressing the insides of them, letting his thumb brush over your clit, giving you the slightest hint of pleasure. You felt yourself clench in anticipation.

As sensual as it was to have scratchy gloves wandering all over your body and to have your boyfriend pretend to be some silent, dominant beast of a man, you wanted to see his face, to kiss his lips and his neck. You made a move to remove the gas mask, curling your fingers under the base of it. 

Joel jerked his head away from you and let out a firm ‘no’.

“You want to keep it on?” You asked, confused as to why he wanted to keep his face covered and, on a more practical note, how he was going to fuck you properly while wearing a clunky gas mask. 

He nodded, bringing his hand up to cup your check. You leaned into his touch, placing your hand over his. The hand on your cheek ran down your jaw and throat, giving it an experimental and light squeeze before resuming its incessant caressing of your body.

Those hungry gloved hands guided you to turn to face the wall. Joel fumbled with the zip on the back of your dress before finally getting a grip on the zipper and freeing you from the red fabric. The dress slid off your body, falling to the ground around your ankles.

“I really thought you were going to rip my dress off, but you’ve got a lot more self-control than I thought you had.” You mused, still facing the wall. You glanced over at Joel, who stood motionless for a second before he lunged at you, wriggling his fingers under your bra and yanking at it until the clasp gave way.

“H-hey, don’t break that, it’s my-”

As soon as your ruined bra started to fall off the front of you, your panties got the same treatment, being torn off your body and discarded. Heavy breaths rattled through the tube, and his chest heaved as he panted, exhilarated at tearing the remainder of the clothes from your body. You quickly forgot all about your favourite bra being destroyed when Joel pressed his body against yours, the firm rod of his erection solid against your ass and lower back. A growl reverberated down the tube. 

“I didn't know you wanted to play it rough. You wanna be rough with me, baby?” Your voice was husky and dripping with lust. The cool air of the mine against your slick lips made apparent how wet and needy your cunt was. A fresh trickle of arousal coated your lips. You felt Joel crouch behind you, his hands spreading you open so he could get a better look at what his presence and touch had done to you. He rubbed his thumb dangerously close to your opening, tugging at your flesh to peak at your pink insides. A low rumble of approval came from his crouched form.

Tugging his gloves off, Joel sunk two fingers into you without warning. You gasped and tried to turn your body away from his touch. This annoyed him, as his free hand clamped down on your hip, holding you in place and preventing you from squirming away. His two fingers probed you, curling up to tickle your G-spot, scissoring to stretch out your hole. The shaft was filled with your moans and the sound of your glistening cunt being played with by your curious boyfriend, the noise bouncing off the walls and echoing through the rest of the empty mine. 

The sensation of fingers up inside of you was joined by two more fingers rubbing circles on your clit, as Joel removed the hand holding your hip and repositioned it over the front of your crotch. You’d stopped resisting him now, so there was little point in trying to hold you in place, not when that hand could draw more pathetic whimpers out of you. Both his hands worked at different paces; the thrusts of his fingers inside you were slow and drawn out so he could caress every velvety inch of your walls, whereas he rubbed your clit at a feverishly fast pace. You were quickly coming undone, gripping at the grimy walls as you felt the pressure building in your belly.

“J-Joel, please don’t fucking stop. Please - ah god, fuck - you're so good at this.” Your words came out in an incoherent mess as you bucked back against him, almost knocking him over. 

Joel got up, removing his fingers from you for a moment, only to pull you against him, his head on your shoulder as he plunged two fingers back into you, using his thumb to stimulate your achingly sensitive clit. Now you were so close to him, you could hear how heavy his breathing was, even through the mask and the respirator tube. Arching against him, you keened as he kept pumping you, kept playing with your clit. The tension broke, and you felt yourself clench around his fingers, trapping them inside you as you practically wailed in satisfaction. You leaned your body weight against him as your legs trembled, all your strength leaving you as you came down from your orgasm. You flopped in his arms like a rag doll, held up only by the arm he’d wrapped under your breasts.

You were only given mere moments to regain your composure before Joel took your hands and placed them against the wall, forcing you to resume the position you had been in before. His breathing was ragged as he hurriedly undid just enough buttons on his boiler suit so he could slip his cock out. The crown was angry and red, leaking pre-cum as Joel gave it a pump and lined it up with your entrance. He slammed into you, shoving his full length in until his hips pressed firmly against your ass. A hand joined yours against the wall as he leveraged himself before starting to rut into you, drawing his cock out until only the tip remained submerged inside you before ramming it back in. His pace was relentless as he drilled into you, the drag and friction of his solid cock against your gummy walls making you moan and whine his name. You’d never expect that Joel would fuck like this, like some animal turned half-mad, driven only by the need to dump its seed into whichever mate would take it. Although the gas mask distorted his breathing and groans, you could just about make out the fact he was cursing to himself with every thrust. A hand grasped your throat again, squeezing it in time with the clench of your cunt, as if he was trying to show you how your tightening walls felt around his length. At this point, your head had turned to mush and you couldn't do much more than moan and stutter his name out over and over. 

Joel’s end was so close that he could feel his balls spasming as they got ready to unload. He slowed himself, trying to eke out more pleasure from the vice-grip of your cunt, drawing himself out all the way and then forcing himself back into you until his tip prodded at the innermost point of your core. His fingers gripped uselessly into the crumbling wall, and he pushed himself in as far as he could, holding himself in your heat until he felt his cock throb one last time. Viscous arcs of seed spurted out his slit, and he grunted in relief as he filled your womb and your hole with a load he’d been holding back for far too long.

The pounding of footsteps brought you to your senses as you struggled, trying to push yourself up off the wall and grab your clothes before whoever was out there could come in and see the state of you. The solid body of the man who’d just fucked his load into you stopped you from moving, his hand still caging your throat.

“Joel!” You hissed, trying to twist around to face him. The hand on your throat kept you immobile. “We need to go or hide. If someone sees us down here, the whole town is gonna think I’m-”

Joel had heard voices coming from the shaft up ahead. He’d been wandering about the mine for the last hour, desperately trying to find his girlfriend, cursing himself for being so stupid as to instruct her to get down and meet him there. His car had broken down, so he’d entered the mine twenty minutes after the arranged rendezvous time. He knew she had to be down here somewhere since he’d seen her car parked on the lane outside the mining site. 

He called out her name, hoping to hear an answer. All he heard was a hushed whisper that suddenly stopped. That single sound was enough to guide him to the shaft he’d intended to bring his girlfriend to earlier to spook her by playing a prank on her. He’d intended to get a scream out of her by pulling on a gas mask and pretending to be Harry Warden. In retrospect, he felt that this whole idea of a date in the mines was incredibly stupid.

Joel was about to call his girlfriend’s name again when he shone his torch into the shaft, only to be met with the sight of his girlfriend, naked and bent over, with a man dressed head to toe in protective mining gear grasping her throat, his hips pressed against the plump flesh of her ass. Horrified, Joel froze, staring at his girlfriend as the man let go of her throat and stepped back, sliding his half-soft cock, which was glistening with cum, out of her.

You looked from Joel, who stood at the entrance to the shaft, and the man behind you. If Joel wasn’t the one in the gas mask, the one who had led you into this shaft and fucked you against the wall, then there was only one other person it really could be.

Harry Warden.

You’d just fucked Harry Warden.

#my bloody valentine #harry warden #harry warden x reader #harry warden x female reader #harry warden x you #harry warden imagine #my bloody valentine 1981 #my blood valentine 2009 #slasher smut #slasher x reader #slasher fanfiction #harry warden x reader smut

[morallygreyyn]

(same anon that sent the crewel ask <33)

CREWEL WOULD ABSOLUTELY DESIGN CLOTHES FOR U TO WEAR AND WOULD LITERALLY BEAM WITH PRIDE AND SMUGNESS ONCE HE SEES U WEARING SMTH HE DESIGNED

he likes it when u bring him lunch and would go 🙄🙄 whenever his students would see and make a fuss but i think deep down he'd like it like yeah my s/o loves me sm and is the best u wish u were me hoe

yk that thing that went on during valentines? like wearing clothes with a certain color that showed ur standing in ur love life? so when a class event was held on that day and the students and even the teachers would wear outfits that had a distinct color code that corresponded to their love life, like:

green - fuck couples

pink - someone's sure thing (sure thing is a slang in my country that basically means that you are that person's one and only, you chose them, they chose you.)

blue - just got broken up with

purple - single not ready to mingle

stuff like that AND CREWEL WOULD WEAR THE COLOR CODING THAT HAD THE SAPPIEST MEANING OR JUST MEANT THAT HE FOUND THE ONE

crewel would silently get giddy when, after ending his class, his s/o would be waiting for him outside the classroom or school

he'd also make u his designated driver bc he thinks u looked hot while driving

crewel @ crowly (smugly): https://www.tiktok.com/@mattheperson/video/7084723341214485806?is_from_webapp=1&sender_device=pc&web_id=7172881399262758401

YOU ARE THE BEST PERSON EVER FOR SENDING ME THESE ILY I AM LIVING I HAVE BEEN REVIVED

imma tackle these one by one bc biittcchh i have tHOUGHTS

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your entire wardrobe would be FILLED with clothes that he personally designed, made with the finest fabric known to man and crafted to fit your body utter perfection. it's a way crewel shows his love and if you think he's gonna let his alpha wear rags you can think again

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i can just hear the students whistling, snickering and passing comments and while crewel swiftly silences them, but deep down he’s so so happy and he loves showing off how perfect his alpha is

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i actually had no idea about this colour thing for vday but you best believe crewel had designed and created the most exquisite pink attire (based on the colour descriptions you sent) and is practically strutting around the school for the entire day looking like a full blown model and proudly flaunting the colour in front of the other staff members mainly trein, i can see him loving to show off in front of trein for some reason lol

he also makes sure you were wearing pink too bc i can imagine him throwing a sophisticated tantrum if you didn’t or if you forgot

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please if this man saw you leaning against the wall outside his class waiting for him it would take everything in him not to sprint to your side. instead crewel keeps a cool demeanour and strides over, asking if you didn't have anything better to do and if you reply with something cheesy like there was nothing better than him or nothing better than doing him crewel would absolutely be screaming on the inside

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CREWEL IS 100000% A PASSENGER PRINCESS AND WILL USE YOU AS HIS CHAUFFEUR - IF YOU EVER EXPECT HIM TO DRIVE THEN DON'T

he has many reasons for not wanting to drive when you can do it for him, the main one being that you look ridiculously hot and he loves to watch you

and when you put your hand on his thigh, or on the back of his seat when you reverse

oof

you better expect to be spending quite a significant portion of that evening in the bedroom when you get home if you make it that far - it didn't take you long to catch onto this and now barely a car journey passes without you doing this

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THAT TIKTOK HAD ME DEAD YOU READ MY MIND

when you get engaged there isn't a moment that passes where crewel doesn't find an opportunity to flash his very expensive ring or bring up the engagement or how his wedding is going to be the most grand occasion that all the queens in history would be jealous of

i can imagine you going somewhere on one of your days off and you're trying to take a picture of the scenery and crewel would just shove his hand with the ring in the way so that's all you can capture instead

"my love, as beautiful as your hand is, i would like a picture of this sunset"

"how else will people know we're engaged?"

"i think the fifty times you mentioned it during lunch was adequate"

*cue crewel's really smug face* "trein was jealous, his eyes could barely leave my ring"

"that's because you shoved it under his nose, my dear"

#the way im so obsessed #disney twst #twst #twst wonderland #crewel x reader #twisted wonderland crewel #professor crewel #twst crewel #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland divus #twst divus #divus x reader #divus crewel

[lu-sn]

#kpweek2022 day 1: mvp

pete & macau, vegaspete, shooting things for fun, <1K

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Pete yelps as he receives a whap to the back of the head, right before the offender circles around to perch himself on the arm of the sofa Pete is sitting on.

“That’s for not telling me you’re a crack shot,” Macau grumbles.

Pete hisses as he gingerly rubs at the back of his head. “Did you have to hit me that hard?”

“That’s on you for withholding literally the coolest thing about you,” Macau says, crossing his arms. “Hia says you grazed his shoulder. I didn’t know that was you.”

“Um.” Pete wonders if he should maybe scooch away from Macau before he gets bopped on the head again. “Yeah, yep. That was me.” He winces. “If it helps, I didn’t mean to hurt him?”

“Obviously,” Macau scoffs. “That’s why you’re so legit. Hia says you shot him as a distraction, so you shot him in the least painful place possible, and you did it from across a parking garage. With your left hand.”

“I’m a leftie,” Pete says weakly.

Macau waves a hand dismissively. “Details. You aimed for a spot inches away from his heart and you nailed it.”

Well, when Macau puts it like that. “I am a pretty good shooter,” Pete admits.

Pretty good is probably underselling it. When Pete started working for the main family, fresh out of the boxing arena and with the ever-burning desire to prove himself worthy, shooting was understandably the skill he sucked at the most. Luckily, shooting was also one of the easier skills to practice. It didn’t tire him out the way hand-to-hand training did, and to be honest he still finds it a bit meditative. So he put in way too many hours at the shooting range — and it paid off. Chan used to pull him for sniper jobs, and that was practically a badge of honor for Pete.

“You’re a sniper? Phi, why the hell are you not on my CS:GO team?”

“What’s CS:GO?” Pete asks bewilderingly.

Macau facepalms. “Okay, you know what, I’ll get to that later.” He abruptly stands up, then grabs Pete by the arm. “Right now, you’re gonna show me your stuff.”

-

“Holy shit,” Macau says, almost reverently, after an hour of making Pete attempt increasingly ridiculous trick shots. “You’re an absolute beast. What the hell. I’m in the presence of a god.”

Pete isn’t really used to receiving praise, so he awkwardly laughs it off. But there’s a warmth inside his chest that has been growing ever since they got to the range, and it’s making him feel a little giddy.

“What are you waiting for?” Macau shouts at the bodyguard way off in the distance, who’s been reluctantly recruited to throw stuff in the air for Pete to shoot at. “Do the playing cards next.”

Pete is confident enough in his skills to know that he’s not going to hit the guard, but he decides it’s well past time to put the poor man out of his misery. “That’s ok, we can stop here,” he tries.

“Hmm, no,” Macau says, whipping out his phone, “You need to do one more, so I can get it on video. And then you’re gonna teach me.”

“I am?” Pete says.

Macau turns to him, suddenly looking just the slightest bit vulnerable. “Well, yeah,” he says. “I wanna try. Can I?”

Pete just stands there for a moment, struck dumb, before he feels his face break out into a huge grin. He’s never had the chance to teach someone something before. He’s never had someone ask.

He puts the gun he’s holding down, before yanking Macau into a headlock and ruffling his hair, to great protest. “Of course, if my Nong asks so nicely,” he says sweetly.

“Ow, Phi, get off-”

Pete can’t help himself. He hugs Macau tightly, drops a sniff kiss on the top of Macau’s head. Is this what it feels like to have a younger sibling? Pete gets it now.

“Phi! Ew, gross.” Macau frantically manages to extract himself before attempting to knee Pete in the stomach - which Pete manages to deflect, laughing all the while.

“Yes, Macau, I’ll teach you,” Pete says happily as he watches Macau fix his hair. “But you’re going to have to practice, you know? You can’t complain later, when I have you running drills until you drop.”

“A cause worth suffering for,” Macau says magnanimously. “Now stop distracting me, I need footage.”

-

(Later, Vegas corners Pete in the kitchen, wraps his arms around Pete’s waist from behind. “Are you going to teach me how to shoot too?” he murmurs.

Pete snorts. “Is that a euphemism?”

“Maybe.” Vegas presses closer. “I think I deserve to see just how good you are. And don’t you want to teach me?”

“As if you’re even going to try learning anything.” Pete says, rolling his eyes. “You’ll just use it as an excuse to fuck me. And we really should stop traumatizing the staff.”

“I don’t need an excuse to fuck you,” Vegas says, clearly skipping straight over Pete’s well-earned concern for the staff’s sanity. “See?” he continues, as he begins to drag Pete backwards and out of the kitchen. “Here I am, no excuses.”)

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day 1 - day 2 - day 3 - day 4 - day 5 - day 6 - day 7

#kinnporsche #kpweek2022 #pete saengtham #macau theerapanyakul #vegaspete #vegaspetemacau #mine: fic

[heeseung-min]

Pairing: tsundere reader x yandere jake but soft to yn

[03:09]

"Hehehehe"

"What Jake?"

"Nothing."

"Did you secretly take my picture again?"

Jake gasped. He shook his head few times while trying to hide his phone by putting it in his sleeve. The girl scoffed at his lame tactic to avoid from getting caught.

"You already have many pictures of me. Why would you need more?"

She asked as both of them were walking together however Jake walked backwards because he would love to talk while staring at your face. The man blushed a bit when he get caught by his girlfriend.

"I can't help but to capture every part of you,baby."

"You are ridiculous. Thank god, I still love you."

Jake giggled then proceed to hug you and left some kisses. It made both of you chuckled at how he had accidentally messed your hair. The man suddenly become protective when he saw a younger guy walked closer to them.

"Y/n sunbae?"

"Oh yes, hi Jungwon." You looked at the junior who was looking nervous when having an eye contact with you meanwhile your boyfriend was annoyed at the sight.

“Are you free today? Because I want to ask you to tutor me on Biology.”

Before you get to answer, your cute boyfriend interrupted,

“Just ask someone else. Don't you see she is busy with me right now or are you blind?”

“Oh-I- I’m sorry. I just want to-”

“It’s okay, Jungwon. I can teach you tomorrow. I just have a date with my boyfriend after school. I will text you about it, don’t worry.”

“R-right, thank you sunbae.” said the boy before running from the place. 

You turned to Jake with annoyed showing on your face. You really loves your boyfriend but sometimes he is just being too protective. Jake glared to you even though he lowkey scared of what will you do to him.

“The poor boy just want a tutor.”

“Well, he can ask other people. Why would he goes to you? It must be one of his tactics to get you and then-”

You kissed him before he can finish his ridiculous thoughts. That’s only the way to stop him from nagging on how the guys will take you away from him. The man literally became speechless after the sudden act. He put his finger on his lips and taste your lipbalm to make sure it is not a dream.

“Come on,baby. We are late for our class.”

“Can I get one more?”

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“Have you heard about the junior went missing?”

“You meant Jungwon? My mom also knew about that and there is rumor saying he actually got killed.”

“Shit, that gives me goosebumps. Let’s not talk about it anymore.”

You went inside your house and saw Jake already serve the meals for the lunch. He went giddy when saw you and quickly helped you to change to a comfortable clothes before eat.

“You look happy.”

“I’m always happy when I’m with you.”

“You killed Jungwon, didn’t you?

Jake put his spoon down when those words coming from you. You sighed when he keep silent because it shows that your speculation is true. Jake mad at the thought that Jungwon and you spent time together when both of you could cuddle together at home. The night after the tutoring, he abducted Jungwon and killed him before threw the poor boy at some lake that rarely people visit.

“It’s his fault for coming to you first.”

“Well, at least you hide his body really well.”

Your boyfriend giggled and went closer to you to leave some kisses. As long he get to be with you alone without any disturbance, he will do anything to achieve that.

This is the second time I make Jungwon died💀💀 I'm so sorry Jungwon stan. Hopefully yall enjoy this😭🥺😌

taglist: @stacey-stonem @duolingofanaccount

#yandere #yandere enhypen #yandere kpop #yandere enha #kpop yandere #lee heeseung #yang jungwon #park jongseong #park sunghoon #sim jaeyun #kim sunoo #nishimura riki #yandere jaeyun #yandere jake #enha x reader #enha imagines

[smolalienbee]

geraskier // absolute fluff // in which Jaskier puts some makeup on Geralt and Geralt is just... incredibly in love with him

The moment he walks in, the sight of him knocks the wind out of Geralt.

All because Jaskier is... gorgeous. Not that he normally isn’t, but his beauty is especially striking when he’s all dressed up and in full make up - blush on his cheeks, red lipstick, winged eyeliner that seems to stretch out all the way to his temples. Geralt feels like a weaker man just at the sight of him alone.

Jaskier, of course, notices Geralt’s eyes on him instantly and, bloody tease that he is, does a little twirl, showing off the lengthened tails at the back of his shirt, sparkling with the many tiny gemstones sewn into the fabric. Geralt is vaguely aware of him asking How do I look? but truthfully, he’s not paying much attention to the words at the moment, too enraptured by the look of him. His feet carry him forward on their own and then he’s pulling Jaskier into his arms. Jaskier is, naturally, completely pliant under his touch and only laughs at his affections.

“Pretty lark,” Geralt rumbles into his neck as he nuzzles close, breathing in the scent of Jaskier’s perfume.

“Geralt, you’re going to ruin both my make up and my hair if you keep pressing yourself up against me like this,” Jaskier whines, though makes absolutely no effort to push him away. Good.

“Your fault. For looking so... pretty.”

“Oh, of course,” Jaskier snorts. He pulls back, just enough so that he can cradle Geralt’s face in both of his hands. “Come here, you,” he hums.

He strokes Geralt’s cheekbones with his thumbs and leans in to press a kiss to his lips. They both linger there for a moment, Geralt nearly melting into the touches. When Jaskier pulls away, he tries to follow his lips with his own, but Jaskier stops him with a hand against his chin.

“Maybe we shouldn’t be going out anywhere,” Geralt grumbles while Jaskier busies himself with swiping his index finger against Geralt’s lips. Geralt raises an eyebrow at him, barely resisting the urge to nibble at the rough skin on Jaskier’s fingertip, toughened up after years of playing the lute.

“No, we definitely should...” Jaskier murmurs, but it’s clear by the tone of his voice that his thoughts are elsewhere entirely.

“What is it, Julek?” Geralt prompts gently.

“My lipstick,” Jaskier muses. “It suits you.”

He turns his finger towards Geralt to show off the lipstick that now stains it, clear proof that he had tried to wipe it off Geralt’s lips after they kissed. Geralt, as though on an instinct, leans in to press a kiss to it, but that is exactly the moment Jaskier decides to suddenly disentangle himself from his arms. 

Before Geralt has the time to complain about it or even figure out what’s happening, Jaskier is already grabbing his hand and pulling him further inside the flat rather than out of it.

“Jask, what are you -”

"Don't worry, darling, it won't take long!"

Jaskier moves like a whirlwind, his steps easy and smooth as he lets go of Geralt’s hand and twirls around so that he’s behind him and can, quite literally, shove him into the bedroom. Soon enough Geralt is being told to sit down and so he does, unable to deny his songbird anything. He watches as Jaskier continues moving around until there’s a ridiculously giant cosmetics bag in Jaskier’s arms.

“Really, what is it -” Geralt makes another attempt at the question, but Jaskier, entirely undeterred, plops down next to him and shushes him gently.

“Shush. Let me work.”

And work he does - which in this case means various powders and pencils and brushes passing through his fingers in a flurry of movement. Geralt can’t be sure what it is that’s being applied to his face and if it was anyone else, that thought would’ve made him incredibly uncomfortable. This, though, Jaskier’s giddiness, it’s contagious and Geralt can’t help, but relax under his attention.

Fortunately for Jaskier, it’s not at all difficult for Geralt to remain silent. Despite the lingering confusion, he doesn’t dare to question his lark - and that’s certainly made easier when the sight in front of him is so endearing. The way Jaskier grins, how he pauses just to scrutinize Geralt’s face. How he scrunches up his nose and sticks his tongue out as he focuses on keeping his hand steady to do Geralt’s eyeliner.

(At some point, Jaskier tells him to close his eye and Geralt does, but he still keeps the other one open, not wanting to miss even a second of it.)

Geralt doesn’t know how much time passes before Jaskier is done - though he’s fairly certain they’re very late by now, but he doesn’t have the heart to tell Jaskier that.

“Well, all done,” Jaskier hums as pulls away, smiling in that brightly fond way of his. “Now we’re ready to go, my dashing beloved.”

Geralt grunts an acknowledgement and then, with Jaskier still so close, he can’t stop himself from leaning in to press a kiss to his cheek. Before his lips can touch skin, though, Jaskier squirms away from him.

“No! No kissing,” he protests. “You’re going to rub off your lipstick if you do, dearheart, so kisses are banned for tonight.”

Right. Even with the unusual texture now coating his lips, it’s already slipped his mind that Jaskier had just slathered lipstick all over them. Geralt pouts and Jaskier gives him a warm smile and boops him on the nose.

“Don’t you look at me like that. It’s only for tonight, I’m sure you can survive. Come, now, see for yourself how pretty you are now.”

Geralt huffs at that - pretty, right. He certainly can’t be pretty when next to his lovely lark - though he doesn’t resist when Jaskier tugs him towards a mirror.

He doesn’t know what to really expect from his own reflection. Other than occasional eyeliner, Jaskier has never put much make up on him before (no one has, in fact). When he’s finally faced with a mirror, Geralt blinks owlishly, as though not quite recognizing himself. There’s blush on his cheeks, blue on his eyelids, dark red on his lips. He is...

“Gorgeous,” Jaskier breathes out. He’s hanging off Geralt’s arm still, chin rested on his shoulder as he too looks at the reflection.

While Geralt would not usually describe himself as such, this time he finds that he can’t really argue. With a slight smile on his face, he hums his agreement then turns towards Jaskier. Before his songbird has the time to realize what he’s doing, he plants a kiss to his cheek, leaving a deep dark smudge of lipstick on the skin there. Jaskier squeals loudly, tries to wiggle away, but there’s still bright laughter dancing across his lips and his entire face even as he does.

(And Geralt falls in love just a little more.)

#smolalienbeewrites #geraskiersource #geraskier #twn #geralt x jaskier #jaskier x geralt #witcher #witcher netflix #the witcher #geralt #jaskier #jaskier the bard #julian alfred pankratz #geralt of rivia #witcher fic #geraskier fic #theyre in love ur honor!!! #this is literally just so much fluff #and geralt consistently thinking about how pretty jask is and how much he loves him #let the witcher be stupidly in love with his bard #and by 'let' i mean i'll force him to be by writing it myself

[melis-writes]

Why you don’t like Apollonia? (I get this vibe from u, but correct me if I’m wrong)

You're 100% correct about the vibes. 🤣🤣 I don't like Apollonia at all, whatsoever and it's because the Godfather fandom completely ruined her character for me. 🥰

It's not just the new Godfather enjoyers, like gen z or millennials but also the boomers. Apollonia is sadly a vessel for misogyny in the Godfather from Apollonia stans alone. I can't look past it even if I tried; I get Apollonia stans commenting nasty shit on my gifsets of Kay (that's how annoying + bothered they are) and trying to start discourse over any post that highlights a miniscule positive thing about Kay Adams.

It's disgusting to see how Apollonia is glorified for being the quiet, submissive and obedient housewife. She's what Michael "needs" and is the "perfect wife" and the ones that put Apollonia on a pedestal like this are misogynists, vehemently sprout the nastiest shit about Kay and women like Kay that you'll ever hear, talk about how Apollonia could have "changed" and "fixed" Michael (dude is beyond redemption and is almost a sociopath) and could have birthed him "lots of babies". Literally, that's all Apollonia is "known" for and loved for, it's pathetically sad. The bar really is in hell.

So while Apollonia is praised for all of these hypothetical scenarios, Kay and women like Kay are shit on, ridiculed and picked apart to pieces. It's disgusting and whether it's a boomer enjoyer or someone my age, they'll be saying the exact same shit like it's scripted or clockwork or something about Apollonia every single time.

Apollonia's young age is also glorified even though she's a minor/child, and don't even get me started on the scene of her undressing in front of Michael--I know it's a little off topic and more about Simonetta as an actress but the fact that there's grown ass men fawning over a minor's breasts makes me want to actually vomit.

Putting aside the misogynistic culture some Godfather fans have placed upon Apollonia here, I don't like the character itself. To me, it's obvious she was a filler, empty character Mario Puzo wrote and used to develop Michael's character development because she's literally never mentioned again unless you want to count Michael confessing to Kay he "slept with someone" in the book while he was abroad.

Apollonia was never in love with Michael and Michael wasn't in love with her. Apollonia's father got giddy at the idea of his daughter's beauty bringing in a rich, powerful and influential man who was the son of a Vito Corleone. Nobody cared what else Michael had to offer the Vitelli family besides reputation, wealth and physical protection. Nothing even mentions if anyone cared how Michael would treat Apollonia but oh boy, Michael showed it well. He literally refused to let her leave home for a week and all he did was have sex with her over and over again. And every single time, Apollonia would just get up, shower, fuck off and do something and Michael would just lay there. She would just do whatever he wanted and yet somehow, the Godfather fandom is screaming "true love" and "soulmate" when it's literally just Michael being horny. I need y'all to understand this man was thinking with his dick only.

I don't care who likes/stans Apollonia, all I want is for people to be respectful about the whole Apollonia and Kay thing. If Apollonia's as amazing as some people claim, then I'd sure hope she can brought up without the mention of Michael being in a relationship with her and without dissing Kay in the same sentence (IMPOSSIBLE CHALLENGE EDITION).

Apollonia and the whole Sicily arc is so far gone and damaged to me that I just skip that scene when watching the movie and pretend it didn't happen because of all the bullshit that went out in the fandom and is still ongoing today. 😐

#apollonia vitelli #the godfather

[poptart-productions]

Luxurious

[drabble+headcanons]

pairing // jason dean x black fem! reader

content // racism, swearing, fluff, j.d being a sweet and affirming boyfriend, nsfw content

a/n // i wanna write a full j.d smut but i wanted to test the waters with a ramble to see how well this would perform.

it’s worth noting that j.d is slightly out of character because this version of him goes to therapy; so less of a yandere, and more of just a teenage dirtbag with a side of trauma and dark humor

though if you want to request a yandere j.d i’d be happy to fulfill that! (or if you want more headcanons 👀)

minors dni!!

˗ˏˋ ੈ✩‧₊˚ ´ˎ˗

ੈ✩ | let’s not play games, westerberg high is a predominantly white high school in the 80s; no shit racism was involved in your time there

ੈ✩ | right off the bat, jason was not cool with all of the negative attention you were getting

ੈ✩ | he must admit, you piqued his interest; you were so fucking precious—he literally cannot help it

ੈ✩ | he’s definitely had an unsavory dream about you at least once

ੈ✩ | he spent a lot of time watching you—he was straightforward, but believed in proper timing; also partially because he was a ‘fucking coward’ and his heart really couldn’t take your rejection

ੈ✩ | after a particularly bad day of kurt and ram tormenting you with racially charged comments that they swore were sexy j.d snaps, beating the shit out of them with such vigor even the faculty doesn’t dare to intervene. the smell of blood fills your senses as veronica protectively grips your shoulders; a limp, near-dead ram drops to the floor, as the unknown (to you) boy uses his blood spattered hands to fix his hair. he turns to you and you shiver; despite the fact that this man was clearly dangerous—and you don’t even know his name, you felt your body shake with this school girl giggly-ness, “wanna go get a slushy with me?” his piercing eyes bore into you, flickering with anticipation

“. . .what?”

ੈ✩ | j.d moves kinda fast, but if you’re rocking with it, he would begin to make himself comfortable—sneaking into your house through the window. it scared the shit out of you at first, but you began to make it a normal part of your routine—having this happiness settle in the bottom of your stomach every time you see his face pop up behind the glass

ੈ✩ | extremely possessive—obviously. in fact, after a group of jocks push their luck about messing with you and you hide it from jason—he finds out and scolds you about it, “you’re mine, that means i take care of you” you felt your heart stop beating at that moment; when it began again, it seemed like it was beating for him, “next time they do something like this i’m bashing their fucking skulls” your mouth hung open, and you stared at him in shocked silence as he lights another cigarette. acting without thinking, you slap the cancer stick out of his hand, “jason dean!” you gasped, “please tell me you’re joking or so help me i will rat you out to your therapist!” “you fucking wouldn’t!” jason shows you a crooked smirk, before pulling you onto his lap with a kiss

ੈ✩ | yes, he moves fast, but he is rather hesitant to touch you. once he does for the first time, though all bets are off.

ੈ✩ | your first time with him was ridiculously sweet; he went slow, going at you for hours. he would kiss you, praising and complimenting your “perfect body”

ੈ✩ | jason loves cock-warming—absolutely obsessed with it. he can just be inside you—feeling absolute bliss as the two of you cuddle and he kisses you

ੈ✩ | mumbles during sex a lot, mostly random

ੈ✩ | he loves your hair so fucking much; “please, ronni?!” “okay, fine! me and martha will do it on our next movie night, okay?” “okay! thanks!” you hang up, feeling this giddiness bubble up within you as a pair of arms wrap around your waist, “what was that about, darling?” jason had come up behind you, “haven’t heard you beg like that since—“ already sensing a lewd sentence dancing on your boyfriend’s tongue, your hand flies up to his mouth, “—yeah, no need to relive the past! i was just talking to veronica, and she said she’ll do my hair the way she does it for picture day!”

you were ecstatic but j.d didn’t even bother to hide the frown on his face, “what’s wrong with this?” he gestures toward your current hairstyle

“well, babe; veronica’s hair is so pretty and thought—“

“—yours is pretty too”

ever since then, he picked up the habit of taking locks of your hair in his hands and kissing them. he mostly prefers the natural look on you, but he understands why you’d wear other styles; you’re a goddess in his eyes, regardless

ੈ✩ | j.d experienced some crazy culture shock upon seeing how black parents treat their kids; he gets pissed at them a few times, and even encourages you to live with him when he thinks they’re abusing you. you explain to him that they’re hard on you because they want you to succeed in a world that is constantly rooting for your failure—especially in the 80s, you can bet your parents did not do the whole “rebel boyfriend thing” in fact, the first time they met him wasn’t the. . .best situation

“[y/n]!” your mother’s sweet voice calls—you know that’s gonna change real soon as her steady footsteps approach your door, “dinner’s. . .ready” she opens the door to find you desperately trying to get off of j.d’s lap as his strong arms trap you in place. “salutations” he nonchalantly picks you up, “i’m j.d—dinner’s ready, right?” he begins to saunter out of your room, as your mother stares ahead in shocked silence. that didn’t last for long, though as she quickly grabs the collar of his trench coat “boy! if you don’t get the hell out of my house!”

ੈ✩ | it took a while for your parents to warm up to him. your mother would force herself to be kind to him upon seeing how much you truly loved him at first—before genuinely beginning to care for him, extending home-cooked meals and a place to stay in the guest room after fights with his dad. he doesn’t say, but it fills him with such joy

ੈ✩ | now your father; it was especially hard to get on his good side. he couldn’t get over the fact that j.d was. . .j.d. . .it even resulted in a large fight between them while having dinner one night

“i love her with everything i am” he speaks in a low, dark tone; slowly raising from his chair to stare down at your father, “i won’t let anything happen to her”

ੈ✩ | despite being a bit more well adjusted than his movie and musical counterparts, my j.d would certainly still maintain that god complex, though it would be less intense. he genuinely believed the two of you were a superior breed of human.

ੈ✩ | he’s still a teenage dirtbag, though—and a bit of an anarchist, so he definitely does chaotic shit; going on random joyrides, stealing and hot wiring cars. in fact, that was your second date. . .ever

“you’re fucking crazy, j.d!” you screamed as the brunette beside you swerves the vehicle, the screeching of the tires making your ears bleed

“yeah. . .”

ੈ✩ | you constantly have to affirm j.d and remind him how much you love him. he really finds it hard to believe that you actually want him; even now, he still flinches when you touch him suddenly

ੈ✩ | you, as his girlfriend, do basic girlfriend things. for example: stealing his clothes. (i’ve seen some different takes on this but personally i think. . .) j.d would literally fall in love with you all over again every time he sees you wearing it—the trench coat, that is. seeing you, wearing his clothes. . .just. . .fuck

ੈ✩ | it goes without saying that he gets turned on rather easily; especially when you wear his clothes

ੈ✩ | as the title of this ramble suggests, j.d treats you like a goddess; he worships your every moves, watching you intently as you do very simple tasks. he’s not the romantic type but would absolutely shower you in gifts

ੈ✩ | being realistic here: being in a relationship with jason wouldn’t be so fun all the time, in fact it could be quite draining

ੈ✩ | he’ll fly off the handle at times, talking your ear off for hours about how nothing really mattered and how he just just do it—“i should just fucking kill myself” he’s done this before, but it still struck the same type of horror in dread in your heart “jason, shut up! don’t say things like that!” “or what?!” “. . .jason, please” you beg, collapsing to your knees. realizing how much he was scaring you, j.d joins you on the floor, cradling you in his arms like a treasure. “i’m sorry darling, i didn’t—“ “then don’t fucking say shit like that, jason!” your weary voice cuts his short

you refused to sleep that night, afraid j.d would do something he couldn’t take back. you didn’t go to school the next day either, far too fatigued—but yet you still wouldn’t lay your head down, “i won’t do anything, baby—you can lay down, i promise”

“i don’t trust you”

ੈ✩ | every time he did this, though he made it up to you; allowing you to come with him to his therapy sessions to ensure he was being honest as well as being softer than usual

ੈ✩ | he’s aware he’s not the easiest person to date, so a lot of times he’ll just kiss your body in an apologetic way, letting you know just how much he loves you

“darling. . . ?”

“yeah?”

“i love you. . .so much”

“i love too, j.d”

he takes a break from placing kisses on your stomach, looking up at you with an unreadable expression

“i would kill for you”

“i know, j.d”

#black reader #heathers #jason dean #jd x reader #fem reader

[skylarmoon71]

Eobard Thawne (Flash) - Extra 2

Even though Eobard no longer had memories of his time with you, the mere fact that he’s here is proof enough. He’d given up his mission, his plan built on hate and vengeance. Walking into the lab every morning after that was the best thing. You would catch glimpses of him in the neighboring labs. He was a scientist with many talents, so everyone wanted to work with him. He blended in pretty quickly.

The times you were able to see him, it was just little glances and bashful smiles that he always returned. You felt a bit ridiculous. You’d literally jumped a much more intimidating version of this man. 

So why were you acting like a giddy school girl? 

It has only been a week and you hadn’t truly worked up to really having an actual conversation.

“You have a crush on the new guy.”

Jimmy’s words made you choke on your juice. Eobard’s eyes caught you from a table next to your own and you turned your head as you glared at Jimmy, wiping your mouth with a napkin.

“Sorry, it’s just so obvious. You’ve been staring at him for days. He can’t seem to stop looking at you either but none of you are brave enough to make the first move. I thought I was in a rom com for a second.”

“You being the annoying friend.” Jimmy grins.

“You know it’s the truth though. Just talk to him. It’s clear that you’re both into each other.” You try to steal another glance at Eobard. He’s talking with some people on his team. You place your cheek in your palm.

“It’s not that simple..” You mumble.

“Why not?”

You wish you could explain why it was so hard. Something along the lines of he was an evil speedster and you managed to change his ideation with the power of love and a really great night of passionate, explosive sex.

You let out another heavy sigh.

“You wouldn’t get it.”

So you look back down at your lunch with a frown.

Jimmy just rolled his eyes.

“If you’re just going to sulk then I have to live up to the role I’ve been appointed.” You aren’t sure what that means until he stands with his lunch.

“Hey guys can we join your table!”

You panic, shaking your head vigorously.

“No, no!”

You continue to mouth, but he ignores you.

“Sure, come on over.” They offer.

Your shoulders drop in defeat when he begins walking over. You can’t just sit there, surely they’ll think that you hate them. So you grab your lunch and move to have a seat. Your intention is to take the empty space that isn't close to Eobard. That way you could avoid further embarrassing yourself. Jimmy beats you to it and you almost hiss at him. So reluctantly, you move to Eobard, planting yourself down as you try to remain as quiet as possible.

That doesn’t work, because he smiles at you.

“Hey, (Y/N) right?”

“Yep, that’s me.”

Oh how you want to disappear.

“I don’t think we’ve actually had a chance to talk. I heard that you saved the lab. That’s amazing. You also created the new prototype that detects and eliminates cancerous cells. You’re a genius.”

You’re a bit flattered that he’s done so much research on you and your work.

“I heard you’re a genius yourself. Most of us have specialties but you’ve been bouncing around in every field. “

“Definitely a genius.” He jokes.

The rest of the lunch is the table going back and forth. Every now and then you can feel Eobard’s eyes on you, but you don’t confront him. You just try to keep the conversations around your little group going. Lunch is over and everyone is dispersing. You mean to meet up with Jimmy to walk back, but he’s already gone. Eobard however is right next to you, throwing away the trash in his tray as he turns back to you. You’re a bit stiff, even when he sends you a little smile. You walk back in silence and Eobard finally feels the need to make a statement.

“I don’t know if I’m reading this wrong but do you dislike me?”

You stop, shaking your head.

“Of course not. Why w-would you think that?”

“Well you barely look at me and you get guarded whenever I’m around. I’m no profiler but it seems like you don’t like me.”

Your head lowers.

“I..like you..” You say softly.

He takes in the subtle tint on your cheeks, and his grin is wide.

“I like you too.”

Your heart is racing a beat too quickly. Neither of you realize that the room is empty. Not that it would make much of a difference. Since you’ve gotten this far, might as well just dive in.

“Would you like to come over some time? You seem to be new in the city, I can give you a download of all the sights. Maybe we can check them out together. “

“I’d like that.”

He’s fully turned in your direction, and you're both just standing there just gazing at each other.

“This might sound weird but there’s something about you that just..” 

His gaze drifts to your lips. You’re barely keeping it together as it is. This situation isn't helping at all. Eobard takes a step.

“W-What are you..doing?” You ask.

He shakes his head.

“I don’t know.”

He leans in, pressing a kiss to your lips and your hands automatically pull him closer. His brows knit in satisfaction, hand circling your body. You wish this will last forever. He pulls back, and when his eyes meet your own, there’s a faint glow in his irises that vanish as fast as they appeared.

“(Y/N).”

His tone sounds different, if you didn’t know any better, you would have actually thought this was…

“Eobard?”

Your hesitance shows, and he licks his lip in that irresistible way. That devilish grin on his face is a sight you truly thought you would never see again. You jump into his arms, hugging him tightly.

“EOBARD!!”

He lifts you off the ground with a laugh.

“I hate to admit it, but you did win."

You laugh along with him, taking his face into your hands as you kiss him happily. 

#eobardxreader #unlikelylove #feelings #choosinglove #fluff #meetings #cute #scientists #eobard x reader #speedster #eobard thawne #change #alternate universe

[tssidesfics]

Credit to @wisecolorthing for helping me come up with this nightmare crack fic. I can't entirely remember how we started talking about it but the conversation wandered to Remus in a Spencer's and this was born. It is pure crack. Completely ludicrous and ridiculous while also being completely in-character because we're talking about Remus, here.

*

God should have skipped the flood and just unleashed Remus on the world a few thousand years early.

Then again, humanity might never have recovered at that point, so what do I know?

Welcome to my little circle of hell, everybody. Yes, you are all correct that my relationship with the others can be best surmised with the "this house is a fucking nightmare" vine, but you don't get any points for it because it's not hard to figure out. I subsist off coffee, spite, and sarcasm (but differently from Janus, who subsists off wine, spite, and sarcasm) and exist solely to, in Remus' words, "vibrate like an overripe chihuahua on meth and five espressos with a dildo turned on up its ass"--AKA I am an anxious mess when I'm not spiraling ever-deeper into the bowels of worst-case scenario-ism. I live in a very weird gay man's head with my roommates, some of which (Logan) feign sanity 80% of the time and the other 20% conduct deranged experiments on furniture, food, and sometimes people like he's the last mad scientist left and has to preserve his culture. Some of them are actually (mostly) sane, like Patton (although we have to affectionately--and in Rage's case, literally, but they have a complicated relationship--beat on him to make him start crying when he needs to, so all things are relative). Some are just plain weird, like Roman (seriously, he's not even a type of crazy I can qualify, he's just unhinged). Some delight in feigned psychopathy (Janus). Some really need anger management therapy (do I seriously need to clarify?...actually, yeah, Logan could use some too). And some, AKA the problem child of this fever dream, defy description, but a DSM-5 edition bursts into flames every time they get a very specific little lopsided smile on their face--the one that slowly dawns like panels of light until it's blinding and suddenly nauseating to look at. That feeling is always proceeded by destruction of property. Always.

And of course Janus and Rage are gleeful enablers. Is it any wonder why I yeeted myself off the first exit ramp out of that 24/7 Mardi Gras festival?

In case it was not made shockingly apparent by literally everything about me, hi, I'm Virgil. Kill me.

My Nightmare #347 began with Patton yanking himself out of Thomas' head into the passenger side car-seat with a giddy smile on his face. "Hi, Thomas!"

Thomas screamed and jumped so hard he swerved. I neglected to appear to him physically--given I didn't want to make matters worse--but I did start fluently cussing and climbed the wall.

"Patton!" Thomas righted to the car as a cacophony of honks chastised him. "Hi, buddy. Next time, not in the middle of traffic!"

"Oop. Sorry, Thomas." At least Patton was appropriately contrite. I didn't often consider him an asshole--"cinnamon roll" is so apt he literally turns into a cinnamon roll sometimes--but today, I could make an exception. "I was wondering if we could all hang out with you at the mall today."

"Pat, it's hard enough with you guys providing running commentary on my every social interaction in my head," Thomas pointed out. "I'd like to just enjoy seeing Joan again while they're in town and I will have to corral at least five of you if I let you out."

"But Thomas..." Patton whined, bouncing frustratingly in his seat. "The Mindscape is boring!"

"You can bake an endless amount of cookies and turn it into whatever you want. I literally don't see how it could ever become boring."

"Logan won't let us change it from your living room."

Thomas sighed. "What are the chances I can convince Logan to lighten up a little?"

I snorted so loud Thomas heard it.

"Thank you for your contribution, Virgil." Thomas rolled his eyes. "If I let the rest of them out, do you promise you won't let them get into any trouble?"

I squawked. "You're expecting Patton to control the others? Are you insane? Patton couldn't control a drowsy teddy bear!"

Patton popped back into the Mindscape to turn hurt eyes on me. I crossed my arms. "No," I said. "I stand by what I said. Your backbone is made of silly putty."

"All right, Virgil," Thomas interjected before Patton could crank up the Guilt Trip'O'Meter as high as it would go. "You raise a good point. Why don't I leave you in charge?"

"I would rather crawl into a hot and rot, thanks."

"C'mon, I can feel how stir-crazy you're all getting. It's making me more antsy than usual."

"I don't see why that's a problem, considering you have never sat still anywhere a single day in your life. Someone could hold Joan over a barrel of piranha telling you they'd drop them if you couldn't sit still for an entire five minutes and it would be all your fault that Joan died."

Too late, I realized my mistake. Remus cackled loudly and sank out somewhere I didn't want to know but had to follow lest he murder the literal only reason Thomas had ever gotten me remotely under control.

"Why would you do that?" Thomas asked dully.

"You see why it's a bad idea to expect me to control these lunatics?"

Logan sighed, adjusting his glasses and snapping his folder closed. God knew what went on in those things; we only got independent internet access when we manifested and he certainly couldn't raid a bookstore without manifesting, yet he always had one in his lap, diligently working. It was morbidly fascinated. "Honestly," he grumbled. "Thomas, I believe that yes, your mental health would benefit from letting us manifest as a group. I can control the others."

"Logan," I began. "Buddy. Pal. My guy."

"Call me three of those ever again and there will be scalpels plunged into locations you do not want to think about."

"You cannot control them," I told him. "History has demonstrated multiple times that the only person who can control us is Thomas, and he's going to be busy catching up. He's going to let go of Remus' leash. Do you really--and I mean think about this--do you really think the time you want Remus off Thomas' leash is in a mall?"

"Fine. Then we'll leave him behind. At least venting some of--"

"He'll just start shooting off intrusive thoughts like a machine gun. You let more than one out, you open the floodgates."

"You're being paranoid."

"Funny that. I can't imagine why I'd be paranoid. Sounds completely unlike me, I'm normally so laid-back."

"The sarcasm was unnecessary."

"You're finally learning when I'm sarcastic." I was impressed. "Nice, Lo. I was getting worried."

Logan clicked his pen menacingly.

I grinned. Logan was easily one of my greatest allies in the Mindscape--Roman was insufferable, Janus, Remus and Rage were out of the question, and Patton could be obnoxiously patronizing--but never let his capacity for violence be underestimated. I once saw him take Roman's katana to a bundle of sticky notes because one of them gave him a paper cut. Despite that capacity for violence, however, I delighted in pushing his buttons.

"Are we manifesting today?" Roman called down the stairs with barely-restrained delight.

"Unless you can guarantee Remus won't set the mall on fire, hell no!" I called back up.

There was a long moment of silence. "Remus, I'll let you have Mrs. Snuffykins for one night if you behave yourself if we manifest!"

I had absolutely no idea what that was--I wanted to think a stuffed animal, but with Roman and Remus, all bets were off--but Remus' ecstatic screech was enough to tell me I probably didn't want to find out.

Roman looked back down at me. "He'll behave."

I arched an eyebrow.

"Prince's honor."

"Historically meant shit, Princey."

"Yes, but not Disneyally."

"That is not...remotely a word," Logan said, somehow a mix between dumbfounded and awed.

"Look, I'm just not optimistic that letting Remus out when Thomas isn't keeping an eye on him would end in anything except Thomas going to prison for arson, murder, or public indecency. Or worse."

"I'll keep him in line," Roman vowed. "Please, Virgil? I'm going stir-crazy in here, we all are."

I crossed my arms.

Roman pouted.

I snorted.

Roman glared.

I arched an eyebrow.

Roman slumped.

I grinned. "Deal with it, everybody. No manifesting. Get comfy. Janus, think about pushing your luck and I am ripping out each individual one of your scales and burying them in places you don't want."

"How delightfully Remus of you. Except for the part where you'll actually follow through on the threat."

"From Remus it wouldn't be a threat, it would be a bonding activity."

"Speaking of," Patton said shyly. "Didn't Remus run off after you said something about Joan getting hurt, kiddo?"

My eyes bugged out of my head. I sighed and hung it. "Why is it always me?" I mumbled and sunk out to chase Remus through the Mindscape.

~*~

After fishing out Remus' limbs from a pond of piranha he'd dismembered himself into when he heard me chasing after him, I borrowed some super glue from Roman's room and stuck him back together. It should have fixed him up good as new but it was Remus and any attempts I made to change things around here were easily superseded by one half of Creativity. Which meant Remus was now walking around with his penis glued to his forehead, fully erect.

Not as much time had passed by the time we returned as I expected. Which would have been great if not for the fact that the Conscious Mind was conspicuously quiet. All the dishes were clean, there wasn't any crap on the floor, and there were no Sides milling about. I could have taken the time to check each of their rooms upstairs but why waste the time when I knew exactly where they all were?

"Roman, you are in your thirties. A store called Forever 21 is not for you," Logan was saying after I manifested in the general direction of the others. "Hello, Virgil."

I glared. "What did I say?"

"Aw, but Virge--"

"You're inviting a Remustrophe right now, you realize that, right?"

Janus grinned. My blood ran cold.

"I WANT EVERY DILDO YOU HAVE!" echoed across the mall, and with horror, I realized what I'd done.

I'd loosed Remus Sanders on the Spencer's department store.

~*~

The good news: nothing had caught fire yet. Potential loss of life was yet to be determined as Patton yelped and rushed over to the prone body of the clerk behind the counter. That also proved fine when I saw him slump in relief after probing her neck for a pulse.

The bad news: Remus had slipped the superglue I'd used to piece him back together out of my pocket and was now using it to attach dildos, ripped out of their packages with plastic and cardboard shredded across the floor, to his costume. He was also dripping with something viscous, disincentivizing me from touching him to stop him from unleashing more chaos.

By rights, seven dildos glued to his top should have torn the damn thing, but it was made of sturdier stuff than that. I studied him for a long moment, trying to work up the nerve to approach, while he just continued to wreak havoc. Janus, meanwhile, the only one not preoccupied with horror or despair at Remus' antics, meandered over to the bowl in which they kept their sarcastic pins, perusing them idly.

"You better be planning to pay for those," I warned, then looked around. "Wait. Where's Rage?"

Logan glanced around. "Likely inflicting property damage on a jewelry store. He rather dislikes those."

I pinched my sinuses. "Logan, could you rein in your alter ego, please?"

"I am too evolved for my alter ego to be that idiot," Logan told me with overblown indignity.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, you're the only one who can talk some sense into him. The cameras may not be able to recognize Thomas' face on all of us, but the less reason the cops have to potentially stuff him in a cell, the better."

It was true. Somehow, whatever bizarre magic allowed us to manifest in the real world also confused cameras and people so no one could trace the destruction of property likely to follow us back to Thomas. It was the only reason I wasn't already in the fetal position on the floor forgetting the basic components of breathing.

Logan rolled his eyes and broke off to track down Rage. I turned my attention to Roman.

"No," Roman said firmly.

"He's your brother," I told him.

"Yes, and it's your fault he's here. You were supposed to watch him."

"I wouldn't have had to take my eyes off him if you guys hadn't snuck out in the first place. I'm one Side. Do you really think I would have stood a snowball's chance in hell of keeping Remus from doing exactly this?"

"And I have any better chance?"

"No, but the alternative is explaining to Thomas what you guys did."

Roman glared at me.

I glared back.

Roman pouted.

I continued glaring.

Roman stomped his foot and whined.

I pointed at Remus, who was now smashing glasses on the ground and eating the shards. Blood was rushing from his mouth and gathering in puddles on the floor. He was still dripping.

"I hate you," Roman informed me bluntly.

"Oh, like you've ever made a secret of that?"

Roman adopted a punched puppy expression at that one.

I sighed. "Yeah, yeah, you've been doing better, now go wrestle your brother into a cage or something."

Roman dragged his feet over to Remus and summoned a hasmat suit he put on. Remus sliced into it with a rather sizable shard and sprinted away before Roman could catch him. Without thinking, I lunged after him, only succeeding in sliding down the length of his body like he was covered in lube.

Oh, wait, it was lube. It smelled like one of Remus' worst farts and tasted like it too. You would have thought the dildos would have either failed to stick with his clothes soaked in lubricant or at least they would have given me something to hang onto to stop him from escaping, but all they did was slap me repeatedly in the face with silicon penes of various sizes.

Remus left a slimy trail behind him as he cackled deeper into the store. I was positive he was headed somewhere with matches so he could set the building on fire.

I pressed my face into the floor, into a puddle of lube, and sighed. Miserably, I hauled myself to my feet and turned back to everyone else. "You are in so much trouble," I assured them without passion, dragging myself off to find Thomas and get him to suck Remus back into the Mindscape before additional damage could be done.

I found him in the food court, blissfully unaware of the chaos unfolding deeper into the store. Altogether the world seemed relatively unaware of the happenings, another magical defense mechanism. It wasn't that people never noticed what we were doing, it was just that they were less likely to find it alarming. Although once the fire alarms started going off, people would pay attention.

"Thomas," I greeted without etiquette, coming to pause next to his table.

"Holy shit," Joan summarized perfectly. People aware of our nonsense were usually pretty good at spotting us and processing our appearances.

Thomas looked dejected. "No."

"Remus escaped."

Thomas flopped forward like a fish on land and smacked his head full into the table. The pain reverberated through my skull. "Time to--"

The fire alarm blared. Rage ran past with a shotgun, screaming, "Adios, coppers!" as he went.

Thomas watched him run past. "We don't have to stop him, do we?"

I considered it for a moment. "Nah, he can stay. As long as everyone goes back in, we should be able to keep Remus there."

People ran past screaming. A panicked exodus spilled from the food court. Some people knocked into me and I stumbled. Thomas caught my hoodie sleeve, then gagged and pulled his hand back.

"Remus," I explained.

"Right." Thomas looked in the direction everyone was running from. "I guess I have to go toward the fire to stop him, huh?"

I nodded sadly.

"Sorry, Joan," Thomas explained. "Next time, my place."

"Deal. Want some help?"

"You don't need to see what I'm about to see."

With that, Thomas and I made our begrudging way toward the fire.

~*~

It resolved relatively easily once Thomas gave Remus a disapproving stare. We all didn't do well with Thomas' disappointment, even Remus, so he moped back inside the Mindscape without much complaint. Everyone else returned to the living room in my doghouse and I locked myself in my room, refusing to emerge. Rage stayed out for a while longer and later we found out three police stations had been set on fire with all prisoners escaped. No loss of life, which I didn't know how to feel about.

Later, through mystical means, the stolen dildos Remus had taken were discovered in Ron DeSantis' home. We laughed for a week.

I amend my earlier statement. Maybe we really do need to use Remus as the next great flood. He'll just focus his attention on the fascists and we'll all be better off.

Yo, God, you should get on that.

#sanders sides fic #character thomas sanders #virgil sanders #virgil pov #first person pov #roman sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #janus sanders #remus sanders #rage sanders #anarchist sides #rage blows up police stations #and remus frames george santos for petty theft #antifascist #acab #crack taken seriously #funny talk of god and biblical stories

[auroralightsthesky]

My sweetest Mary Berry!!

May I give you a gift after all the glee-inducing ones you have given me?

Let me present *drumroll* "The Official DTD Sex Manual for Pledges"

One of the brothers used his freshman level graphic arts class to make the cover, of which the cover art is taken from Kayce's phone from when they literally cleared a Walmart of all their condoms. They've been asked never to return again.

While packing up for Florida Fuckfest, Rhett noticed one of the pledges stuck the manual in his bag. He took it out, laid a hand on the younger man's shoulder, and shaking his head said, 'If ya haven't memoriz'd it b' now, yer a lost cause."

And you've been endlessly entertained being interrupted during your time with Rhett by pledges coming up, sheepishly, watching Rhett dig one of the seemingly endless condoms out of his back pocket and place it in the pledge's hand with a quick ditty about "good job wrappin' before tappin'".

OH how this all gets me giddy!

MO-MO YOU HAVE JUST MADE ME THE HAPPIEST WOMAN ALIVE!!!!!!!!! (lol).

No, no because you know that when one of the graphic art students has the opportunity he will do it so he can keep up the skills (lol). Oh my God though, them clearing out a Wal Mart of all the condoms??? FUCK YES!!!!! I have a feeling that the pharmacist saw them and was like "Alrighty boys, this is getting a little ridiculous" (lol).

Oh that poor freshman. He must've been one of those poor guys who needed the hands-on kind of stuff, but thankfully I can see the brothers being willing to give him the lessons even if it's a little awkward (lol).

Rhett probably does get annoyed whenever the pledges show up lookin for condoms, but in that case I don't think you and Rhett could be too annoyed since they're trying to practice safe sex, especially during Florida Fuckfest. Honestly, I don't think those beaches will ever be the same ever again (lol).

Mo-Mo you are the absolute best for this and yes I will be going into more detail about the incident regarding the apple pie at some point, but I think since Valentines' Day is fast approaching, mating season will be calling (lol).

#rhett abbott #kayce dutton #frat!rhett #frat!rhett abbott #frat!kayce #frat!kayce dutton #outer range #yellowstone

[falsesighted]

 ‘ 😏 ’ 

.

How physically attracted they are to your muse:

“Extremely. I couldn’t imagine waking up to anyone less handsome. It makes me truly giddy every time.”

How romantically attracted they are to your mused:

“Unimaginably. Thinking back now, I would read novels that told tales about people falling so deeply in love one could simply die of heartbreak at losing the other. Their heart beats fast as their love enters a room and so on, and do forth. I used to think it was all sappy jargon to keep readers invested but…now I’m not so sure. I quite literally love that man to death.”

How often they would like to have sex with yours: 

“Everyday to every other day, if possible. Though it isn’t always such a big ordeal. Sometimes we may just kiss and please one another with our hands or I might wake up and grind myself on my until I’m done and we go back to sleep. As much as I do love more active times with him, I think I like the softer ones more.”

Where they would most likely have sex with yours:

“We generally prefer inns, but I wouldn’t mind anywhere as long as it isn’t ridiculously public.”

Whether they think yours would be  “good”  in bed:

“If you think “good” is all it takes to describe the way Cassian fucks me then you are very mistaken. I don’t think a simple word can do him justice so perhaps…Let’s put it this way: We count ourselves very lucky that men cannot get pregnant.” Wink!

What titles / nicknames my muse would like to call yours during sex:

“He’s my prince, my dearest love, my whore, my beloved, my slut and the most beautiful man alive.”

What sort of sex they’d prefer to have with yours  ( slow & sensual, quickie, etc. ):

“Lazy. I love lazy, soothing sex with him. It’s like being in a dream.”

What type of relationship my muse would like to form with yours. ( typical couple, friends with benefits, etc. ):

“…One day I think we’ll marry. So, there is that.” He looks nervous.

#<<cursed to put my hands on everything…>>(aljari etherborn) #<<a man to be feared ane valued all the same>>(cassian)

[emilieautumnarchives]

A pedestal???

Posted: March 14, 2006 Archived from BonnyTymePyrate’s Journal Archives

There are some questions that people ask other people that make absolutely no sense at all given the context. Think of all the inane things you’re asked at the checkout line in the grocery, everything from “did you find everything OK?” (as though they’d do a little tap-dance or give you a lollipop if you were completely honest about just how long it took you to locate the cocktail cherries…are they by the canned fruit or the liquor? both? neither?) to “is that a tattoo?” (why? do you want one just like it? how will it really affect your life to know whether it’s a tattoo or not? we both know you’re saying it just for something to say, so let’s cut past the crap for a moment and just admit it), things people ask just for something to say…

For example: “just get out of work?” as I purchased my stock of red wine for the evening.

How am I supposed to answer that? No, I didn’t just get out of work. I don’t attend a usual 9-5 “work,” my role in society as an stupidly eccentric artist gets me quite out of this obligation. So, I can’t say “yeah,” because that would be untrue. But I can’t just say “no,” because that would make me appear secretive and leave the poor man hanging for something to say next, rather like a game of liquor store 20 questions. So, I have to say “no,” but then quickly come up with something to follow my monosyllabic answer so as to seem equally as social as he was by asking the stupid question in the first fucking place. “No…” - pregnant pause, wheels turning - “Just returning from a bit of shopping…antiques…I like old things, you know.” Which was in fact way too much information for the circumstance because the guy took this as an opportunity to tell me how he’s been looking for one of those things, you know, THOSE THINGS, for the past 20 years…you don’t know what it is, but you’ll know IT when you see it…“well, that’s the beauty of shopping,” I say. “Those things, he said, “that just sit there and you put stuff on them…you know those THINGS?” “A pedestal?” Yeah! That’s it, a pedestal! Can I see your ID?

In other news, BC Joo Hee and I were nestled into our corner at the 4S the other day writing love/hate letters from the asylum (and let me just say that some random few of you are in for some big surprises) and it struck us just how ridiculously photogenic the sofa in the lady’s room really was. This led to the inevitable “pose off”, which is just like a “bass off” but not.

See Exhibit eA:

BCJH starts things off with a demure bang, ever the lady, or is she…:

Accepting her challenge, I up the ante by employing the ever-edgy biting of the lip:

Shouts she, “you’re goin DOWN, bitch!” and pulls this sweet little move out of her handbag:

Not to be frightened off so easily, I respond with a blood curdling battle cry and the following:

What followed is quite literally illegal to tell you (how I wish I were joking), so I will have to halt this narrative here.

With bags packed and a giddy heart,

Your EA

#2006 #opheliac era #journal #journals #journal entries #journal archives

[kedsandtubesocks]

So im super stressed over my finals but reading you answering my ask made me giddy!!!

OMGS ANOTHER MYTHOLOGY GEEK WUUUTTTT

Im literally giggling rn!!!!!

Oh my gosh!!!thats so awesome seriously!!!!its rare to find people appreciate mythology!!!im so happy to find someone like me!!!!like,im always talking about mythology and my friends are like "holy shit how do you know all those?" And i have so many books about them!!!!

And your ideas are amazing!!!!omgs i cant wait!!!!! whatever you write I WILL READ WUTH MY SOUL!!!!

And about gojo,THIS MAN WONT EVER SHUT UP SPECIALLY IF HE FINDS SOMEONE HE LOVES!!!ITS JUST IMPOSSIBLE TO SHUT UP WHEN HE SPOTS HIS LOVE!!!

There are so many greek myths to explore with gojo!!!tbh,i dont usually read these kind of aus,or royal aus cause they kinda make me sad,but your fic gosh!!!!it didnt make me even slightly sad because i was giggling all the time!!!

Oh my the one part where gojo proposed??? I screenshot that part and sent it to my friend whining about whats the point if someone doesnt propose to me like that!!!

You're at fault for making my standards even higher

Ok ok im rambling but i seriously enjoy our talk about these stuff.

(imagine Calypso! Gojo waiting on that island for his love to come and get him :)))

I'll stop now!!!

(im picturing us in a cafe giggling over our favorite myths and having a cold drink gods its your fault!!!)

I hope you're doing well!!!with love,your number 1 fan

Ah hi sweet anon! I’m glad I could help ease the stress of finals cause oof do I not miss that lol but I bet ur gonna do amazing I’m rooting for you!!

Omg pls I completely understand and I’m glad i get to geek out with you about mythology cause I love it too!!

🥺 AND OH MY GOODNESS!!??? Please you really are too kind thank you thank you!!!!

And dude for real, I am the biggest believe of Love Sick Gojo™️, he’s a Sagittarius and yeah they’re big on being flirty but they love to talk and love fiercely and that is Gojo?? He’s ridiculous and loud but he’s lost so many people so when he finally finds someone, you said it perfectly, HE WONT SHUT UP LMAOO (and I hate/love him for that)

I get that AU’s even mythology ones aren’t everyone’s cup of tea and when I first started writing hades!Gojo I remember being nervous bcs it’s a niche thing too (all my ideas are usually weird / way too specific au’s as you will soon find out lmaooo 🤡) but I’m so happy you were able to get excited and enjoy 💖

OMG NOT U SCREAMING ABOUT THE FIC WITH UR FRIENDS I WANT TO CRY?!?!?! I’ve been in the exact same position with so many of my friends so to think you had that reaction to my little old fic?? I’m really honored 😭

And oooo calypso Gojo would be so interesting!! Look at you go anon I love it!!

I hope this giggling and warm energy keeps you going through finals! I’M ur biggest fan rooting for you and I’m wishing you a safe and wonderful rest of your day!! 🌸✨

#you are amazing thank you again for dropping by sweet pea!!! #anon: unknown caller 📞 #asks and such things 💌