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boyfriend
"i could be a better boyfriend than him"
boyfriend - dove cameron
💌:: hi hi hiii! im rn suuuuper busy but i just had this idea i need to write it asapp!!! Its another drabble thoughhhh:( i js cant be stuck w writing one long fic!! Was gonna put fluff in here but i scrapped the idea<3
dom!college!ellie williams x f!reader
warnings bbg: mdni!!! fingering, smut generally, toxic releationship, pet names???
summary: reader having an asshole of a boyfriend and ellie being reader's bestfriend thinks she could be a better boyfriend.
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You came rushing to ellie's apartment elevator with tears mixed with mascara drailing down your face. Geez, you had a rough day. You quickly pressed number 5, that's the floor ellie is on.
Luckly no one was in the elevator with you so nobody had to see you being a mess. You grabbed your phone while still being in the elevator and quickly texted ellie.
You
Els, im a minute away from your room.
You got out of the elevator and found ellie's apartment door. Your just hoping she's isn't outside, i mean she has no classes at this time as she told you this morning.
You knocked on the door nervously, scared if she wasn't home. Then the door opened-- phew! She is home.
Ellie stops and looks at you top to bottom. "Hey what's wrong?" She asked in a soft voice. "I-" ellie stops you. "Wait, come inside first" she insisted.
You came in her apartment room dropping your bag on the floor and broke into tears. "is it your boyfriend again? What did he do to you this time?" She hugged you while patting your head gently.
"I- i j- just asked him to-" you sobbed again. "To- to go to come over a- and he said h-he couldn't" you sniffed. "W-when i asked-- why? He said he had a lot of assigments unfinished and he's busy-" ellie whiped a tear running down your cheeks.
"B-b-but when i went back to campus- to get the books i left, i- i saw him with aliyah- a- and t-they k- kissed.." ellie looked at you with pure sympathy. "Sit down" she told you.
You sat on her bed next to her. "B-but aliyah is dating that popular guy..." you sobbed. "She dates the whole campus y/n, just dump him! Your better on your own"
"But- if i dumped him, i- id hurt him..." you told her. Ellie looks at you in disbelief "your kidding right?" Said in a slightly mocking tone. "So your feel sorry for him?" She scoffs "funny. After making you cry for hours every single day? Never had time for you and instead he's hooking up with other hoes like that bitch aliyah?"
You avoided eye contact with ellie, she sounded angry. "So i'm just gonna let him hurt my g- bestfriend like that?" You shake your head slowly. "You still going to be with him? Come on, your not a loser" she mocked you.
"Your not going back with him. Im not letting him hurt you again. Enough is enough" you looked at her with soggy eyes still.
Ellie got closer to your face and whispered to your ears. "I could be a better boyfriend than him"
Suddenly she pushes you to the wall. "You are not going back to him" she stared at you coldly. She lifts up your chin. "Els...-" she kissed you a bit harsh while gripping on your shorts. You looked at her. Don't know how to react.
"Don't be an idiot, your better alone, or..." she towers over you on her bed practically pinning you to the wall. "...With me"
She pulls the top of your tanktop with her right hand and pulled down one of the strap with her left hand. "Ellie...." you whined. "Who do you belong to now?" She asked you demandingly. "Y-you"
You were so fucked up in the head, all fuzzy almost couldn't think straight. You feel drunk, this time it's not because you were at dina's and partying all night, this time its different.
It was a suprise, throughout the past 2 years, ellie does act a little 'different' with you, considering you've known her for half your life.
"You have no idea how long i've wanted to do this..." ellie whispered. You pulled ellie's shirt "can i just be yours....?" You muttered.
Ellie smirked and scoffs a bit mockingly "your mine" she said in a tone you've never heard before. She pulled down both of the straps of your tanktop and pulled it down.
She kissed your neck, biting it.... leaving marks. God, how are you going to cover this up? You started groaning.
"You smell nice, did your boyfriend bought you this parfume?" She stopped and looks at you. "N-no... i bought it mysel- shit..." she slid down the pretty shorts you wore.
"Better huh? Its getting hot in here" she smiled at took off her shirt and damn... she works out a lot doesn't she?
Ellie pushed her knuckle on your clothes cunt. "S'wet babe, who did this to you?" She asked. "Don'know" you mumbled. She pulled down your underwear and you gasped slightly. She suddenly inserts one digit in you. "Do you know now?" She asked again. "S'you- its you els"
She curled her finger in you. "-eghh.... el-ellie....." god your totally fuck up, its only one finger- and again, she puts another digit in you as you clenched around her fingers.
"Your so pretty..." ellie spat out those words making you blush like crazy. Its not like she never compliments you, she always compliment you every time you two meet and you put so much effort to your clothes i mean this time you were barely wearing anything.
You keep on moaning and groaning, shes is doing something to you. Then she pulled out both her digits and starts edging you. "Ff-fuck fuck fuuckk.." you yelled out.
"Y'gonna cum for me sweetie?" She asked. "S--soon, p-probablly i-" you came on her hand with a moan as you reached your climax. "Good girl" she praised you.
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one summer day
06 saturn ii.
where ushijima’s words take you by surprise.
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pairing: ushijima wakatoshi x reader
a/n: i am back from my trip now, i will be posting more regularly again, thank you for staying! i loved reading the tags on your reblogs of one summer day, they make my heart go WAHHH! my inbox is always open if you want to chat <3 - ave
word count: 1.5k
warnings: angst, childhood trauma, parental neglect/verbal abuse, past death of a family member
april, second year
“you don’t have to be the person in your house with me.”
since he stayed with you that night, there has been a medley of conflicting feelings swirling in you. you had felt embarrassed in the morning, but also relieved for his presence. and this burning shame in your chest whenever you see him and his eyes seem to ask, are you alright?
you could tell he wants to ask so many questions, but he is holding himself back, waiting for you to tell him yourself. worst of all, you wanted to tell him, consequences be damned. but you were afraid he would see you differently. you don’t think you could bear the person who’s seen you at your worst decide you were not worth his time. but if you wait any longer, perhaps he would decide that anyway.
“what i mean is, you can be yourself around me, always.” you know that. deep down, you feel it.
“ushijima–” you start, staring down at your shoes, thinking about how to explain that day to him without trauma dumping on him.
he corrects you, “wakatoshi”
your cheeks color, testing the way his name rolls off your tongue, “wakatoshi… i owe you an explanation…”
you decide it is easier to start from the day everything changed. so you tell him what you haven’t been able to tell any of your friends since that day eight years ago. about your sister, akiko’s death anniversary. that she passed away in an accident, and that it was your fault for leaving her outside the house when your mother tasked you to look after her. that even though eight year old you went in to get some water for the both of you playing outside, it was still your fault. that she had ran out after a stray cat and did not see the car coming. that it was your fault.
“am i a terrible person?”
and then you hold your breath, knowing there is a possibility that he would have that accusing look in his warm brown eyes. beautiful with tiny flecks of greens and golds. you think those are your favorite features of him. and fuck, it would hurt like hell if that is the way he looks at you from now on. but you had taken a leap of faith, all you can do is hope for the best. hope that the feeling in your gut is not wrong.
“and your parents, why weren’t they around?” for their daughter’s death anniversary goes unspoken. of all the questions he could have asked, he sure did pick the most difficult one, you thought.
“let’s just say we all cope in our own ways. akiko’s death… it changed our family for the worse. my father threw himself into work to forget about it… my mother… her grief made her meaner, colder, it changed her.”
he gives you a concerned look, causing you to hurriedly explain that your mother is not abusive. “she’s just different than the mother i had when akiko was still here. she cared less about us, her words became sharp, like knives designed to hurt, especially when it comes to me, but she never laid a hand on us. i think her grief morphed into anger, and she never stopped blaming me for that day.”
“it isn’t your fault, you know that, right?” he grabs your wrist, turning you around to look at him.
your next words comes out in a whisper. “i know, but if i hadn’t left her, akiko would still be here. if i had done what i was supposed to, my parents wouldn’t have lost their daughter, and we could have been happy,” your voice cracks.
“you were a child. it wasn’t your fault. do you understand?” his strong grip on your shoulders forces you to look into his eyes. there was no judgement in them. no accusing look, no blame, only resolution. and they made you feel safe. “you cannot be blamed for your parent’s decisions, and it was their responsibility to look after their children’s well-being, not an eight year old child. your only duty was to grow up.”
an unidentifiable feeling overwhelms you, welling up tears in your eyes. what is it about me and crying in front of ushijima? you had been fine, just fine before he came along and messed up your coping system. every year before this on that day, you wouldn’t even cry, believing that all your tears had been spent when you were eight. that all you could do is feel empty and sad and self-destructive on that day while lying in your bed, staring at the ceiling until the sun comes up.
oh gods, you were eight, and you had believed that it was your fault your family lost a sister, a daughter, and your mother let you believe it. she never let you forget it. all the hurtful words hurled at you. all the pain you swallowed and carefully locked away in a box.
your home stopped being a home that day.
home should feel safe. home should be a place you long to be after a long day, not somewhere you dreaded. home should feel like a warm blanket on cold winter days, not a house that is a place to eat and sleep. home should feel safe. but it doesn’t.
you had known it for a long time. but you had been running away, refusing to face the fact. that maybe if you pretended hard enough, it would all go away. all this heartbreak that you had hidden away would vanish.
“i don’t think my mother fully forgave me for it. i don’t think she forgave herself either.” but you were only a child. and all you wanted was her love, and approval, and support, and presence in your life.
you look up at the stars shining in the dark sky, wondering if your sister is one of the millions smiling down at you from a far away distance. “she would have been in junior high if she was still here.” you smile sadly at the stars, thinking of the life that she could have had ahead of her. all taken away in one unfortunate moment.
“your sister would want you to be happy, to live for yourself. i think she would find solace in that.”
you turn sharply to look at ushijima. “i–i have been doing my best to survive.”
his voice turns gentle, “but not truly living.”
“have you spoken to anyone about this?” he inquires, though you think he knows the answer.
you clench your fists, looking away, a rising feeling in your chest that you identify as discomfort. oh, he is safe, but he is not afraid to tell you the truth, no matter how much it hurts. “you’re the first.”
no one would understand anyway. not your parents, if they even cared enough to listen to you. not your brother, who had pushed you to open up, he lost his sister that night too.
“then you no longer carry the burden by your lonesome. live, y/n, for you and your sister.”
live. he says it like it is so easy. as if living in that house doesn’t make you gasp for breath. if only your house did not also feel like your prison. if only being alive when your sister no longer breathes does not feel like a sin. as if everyday does not feel like being trapped in the past.
and then with excruciating realization, you admit it. “i don’t know how.”
the recognition leaves your head spinning, and you seek the comfort that you had felt in his arms. looping your arms around his torso, you bury your head into his chest. how do i do this how do i do this how do–
“you take it day by day. one foot in front of you at a time. and you keep looking forward.” he tilts your chin up, searching your eyes. “i will be right next to you.” he promises.
“don’t say things you don’t mean.” please don’t make promises you can’t keep.
“y/n, i only say things i mean.” you hope he sees the gratitude in your eyes. you really hope he means it. because you think you can make it, with him by your side. when you’re with ushijima, you can truly breathe. with him by your side, you can see a glimpse of your future tonight. maybe not tomorrow, not a month from now, but one day, you could be happy.
akiko, did you send him to me? thank you. i love you. i miss you. i miss you so much. but i think i need to learn to let you go now.
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Royal Pain Part 15
Hello!! We slowly but surely cranking up the tension between the two boys and it's going to be delicious.
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Eddie had every intention of telling Steve about Seth Thursday, but he was thwarted by Robin.
Steve was running a little behind because a tattoo was taking a little longer than he thought it would, so Eddie was in the waiting area for his turn.
“So, don’t blame Miranda for this,” Robin began with a wince. “But she told me about Seth.”
Eddie took a deep breath. “I’m a little disappointed she told you, but I can’t say I’m surprised. Mandy likes to talk.”
Robin hurried around the desk and knelt in front of him. “I only bring it up, because I have a different opinion about telling Steve.”
Eddie frowned. “What do you mean?”
“I’m not against it as a whole,” she said gently. “Bad exes are bad business and that kind of shit can ruin things. I’m just saying not today.”
“Why...?”
Robin sighed, and sat next to him. “Look, you’re a great guy and I totally ship you and Steve. But don’t you think it’s a little early for the seven evil exes talk?”
Eddie snorted. “Thankfully only the one.”
She nodded. “I don’t think you should hide it from him. I’m not saying that at all. I’m just saying have more fun with each other before you going trauma dumping.”
“But I–”
“Want to move slow and don’t know how to say that without trauma dumping?” she finished for him.
He waved his hand in front of him. “Yeah, that.”
She nodded, putting her hand on his shoulder. “Just say you had a rough go at dating the last couple of years and just want to go slow. He’ll understand. Okay?” Eddie nodded. Robin paused for a moment. “And also maybe not do it while you’re in the middle of a literal business transaction.”
Eddie mouthed the word, ‘oh.’ “Point taken. I keep making mistakes like that.”
“That’s because your job isn’t usual,” she explained. “Getting up on stage and playing music for hoards of people every weekend for cash is the dream for a lot of people, but other than the bar owner you really don’t have a boss and your co-workers are your best friends.”
Eddie laughed. He hadn’t heard what he did described that way before, but it was true. His job wasn’t normal, but even though the product wasn’t the usual thing, what Steve and Robin did was essentially retail. They provided a service to a consumer at a price.
He smiled. “Point well and truly made. Thank you. I probably would have fucked it up between us again if I told him about Seth while sharp needles were near my person.”
Robin cocked her head. “That too. I keep saying it but seriously I’m Team Steddie, okay? But Steve has never been wooed and doesn’t know what to do when someone is interested, just at a different speed then he’s used to going.”
Eddie played with his rings. “Steve’s never been wooed?”
Robin shook her head. “Even when he was dating men, they always seemed to expect Steve doing all the romancing. That’s why he forgave you so easily. You went out of your way to remember things about him that even he had forgotten himself. That’s a really big deal for him.”
Eddie blushed. “Jeff and Mandy said to go big, so I just did what I would have wanted to get as an apology.”
She hugged him. “I’ll be sure to tell him that if he ever needs to apology to you.”
Eddie leaned his head back. “Let’s pray he never has to, yeah?”
Robin nodded. “And look, you have this shitty past that means you want to take it as slow and steady as you can but don’t want to hurt his feelings and lose your chance with him. Does that sound about right?”
Eddie took a deep breath and let out with a shuddering sigh. “That about sums it up, yeah.”
She let him go and he slumped against the back of the chair.
“So this is what we’ll do,” Robin said with a small smile. “You’ll hold off telling Steve until Saturday after the gig. Probably on the way to the club and then have a good time with each other knowing you two like each other. How does that sound?”
“Yeah, okay,” Eddie said, his voice shaking a bit.
She patted his hand. “Let me go see how much longer he’s going to be, because we might have to reschedule.”
He nodded.
She got up and went back to Steve’s room. She came out a minute later.
“He’s pissed it’s taking so long to get the colors right,” she informed him. “So because he has to reschedule, he’s willing to do it Sunday before he goes over to Dustin and Suzie’s.”
Eddie’s eyes went wide. “He doesn’t have to do that.”
“I think I pretty much established how much he wants to be with you dude,” Robin told him. “So come to the shop around noon and he’ll work on your tattoo.”
“Yeah, okay,” he breathed. “I’ll you guys there at the bar on Saturday?”
“Yup,” she said cheerfully. “Me and Chrissy will be dressed appropriately. Steve will continue being Steve.”
Eddie shoved his hair in front of his face. “Which is one of the reasons I like him.”
She grinned, wrinkling her nose. “Sap. Now get out of here before you get it all over the floor.”
Eddie laughed. “Yeah, yeah. See you Saturday.”
Robin shooed him out of the shop to his laughter.
“I’ve never seen two stupider people in my life,” Erica said, leaning against the wall to the hallway that led to her and the other apprentices’ rooms.
Robin looked over at her with an even bigger grin. “Well, they are men.”
Erica bobbed her head back and forth. “That’s fair.” She walked back into her room and Robin followed her to check on Argyle and Chrissy.
“How goes the practice?” she asked Chrissy from the doorway.
Chrissy looked up and smiled. “I think I’m getting the hang of knowing how deep I’m going.”
Robin smiled back. “That’s great. I’m glad you’re finally getting the hang of it.”
“Steve a really good teacher,” she said. “I’ve learned so much since I started here and it hasn’t even been a whole week.”
Robin chuckled. “He’s like that. That’s why I love him.”
“How long have you guys been friends?” Chrissy asked. “Because I know you guys weren’t friends in high school.”
Robin laughed. “Actually we were. If you count the last half of his senior year and he absolutely does.”
“You guys don’t look like you could have been friends in any life time if I’m honest,” Chrissy admitted.
Robin cocked her head and shrugged. She moved further into the room. “Everyone says that, but they forget I was in marching band and soccer in high school. It’s not as though we’re complete opposites.”
“That’s true I guess,” Chrissy agreed. “You said your first job together burned down?”
Robin grinned. “Oh yeah. I’ll tell you about it later, I really have to get back up front.” She hesitated before turning on heel and scrambling out of the room, nearly hitting her head on the door frame.
Chrissy giggled.
*
Steve was vibrating in his seat at the table in front of the stage. Apparently, this table was reserved for friends of the band. The only reason Mandy didn’t show them to it last time was because she knew how loud it could be and didn’t want to scare them away their first night.
So now he can see every drop of sweat, every lip quiver, every finger placement. He gulped. He really wished that he had the foresight to sit in the back curve of the table and not the front. His brain was running a full commentary of all the things Steve found gross to keep his dick under control.
Steve was pretty sure he failed when he caught Jeff’s smirk. He was going to die. There was nothing for it. He was going to spontaneously combust, right here in the middle of this lovely bar.
And then Eddie winked. Steve let his eyelids flutter closed and tilted his head back in agony. He was grateful that was the song was the last in their set, because he was about to burst.
He stayed polite and waited for them to exit stage left, before he ran to the restroom. He ran into a stall and with two quick pumps he was coming into a bit of toilet paper. He carefully cleaned up and walked back out there a lot calmer, but embarrassed to the hilt.
Thankfully it was only the girls waiting for him and only Robin gave him a sly side eye about his mad dash to the restroom. So he was grateful for that. He just knew he was going to hear about it when he got home.
Finally band came out and Steve was relieved to see that Eddie had changed into something a little less ‘sex on legs’ and a little more ‘not kill Steve’.
Eddie looked good. He always did. But damn, that outfit he wore tonight on stage was a heart attack wrapped in leather and mesh.
“You guys ready for the club?” Gareth asked, bouncing on the balls on his feet.
Steve laughed. “I’m glad you guys had fun last time. But yeah, I’m ready.”
There were nods and agreements across the board.
“So where are we going?” Chrissy asked as they filed out into the parking lot.
“We decided to walk this time,” Jeff said. “It’s not very far and not worth the gas it would take to get there.”
Robin hopped up and down. “It’s this nifty little club that Stevie and I found when we first moved to Indy. It’s not strictly a gay club but it’s very friendly. It’s called Rainbow High and it has the best cocktail called Evita and it has...”
Steve tuned her out as she rattled on to Chrissy about the club with a fond shake of his head.
Eddie sidled up to him and nudged him with his shoulder. “I think your girl has a crush.”
Steve looked back up at the two girls walking in front of him. He huffed out a laugh. “Yeah. I think she does, poor Miranda.”
Eddie threw his head back and laughed. “I think she’ll live not being pursued by a Robin.”
They walked in silence a moment or two.
“God,” Eddie said, tilting his head back and rolling his shoulders, “it feels good to go out and not have to look over my shoulder every minute of every day.”
“Crazy fan or evil ex?” Steve asked lightly, trying to keep the concern out of his voice. In the back of his mind he kept chanting, go slow, go slow, go slow.
Eddie scoffed. “I’ve had both unfortunately, but no this one is an evil ex.”
Steve winced. “That’s rough. Nothing like a bad ex to make you want to run for the hills. It must take a lot of courage to keep taking a step forward every day.”
Eddie blushed. “I sometimes still feel like a coward, breaking it off with him, but everyone else in my life tells me I did the right thing.”
Steve took Eddie’s hand and gave it a squeeze. “Sometimes it’s hard to see how bad it looks in front of us, until someone else shows you.”
Eddie squeezed his hand back before reluctantly letting go. “You sound like you know from experience.”
Steve nodded. “My parents, unfortunately.” He ran thumb over the warmth Eddie’s hand left behind in his palm. “It wasn’t until Robin pulled me aside and made examine the relationships her and most of my other friends had with their parents and see that how they treated me wasn’t right.”
“That why you two ran away together?” Eddie teased.
Steve laughed. “Something like that. Her parents were really supportive.” He watched as his best friend laughed and made wild hand gestures for a moment. “Sometimes we think they love me more than they love her.”
Eddie leaned in close. “What’s not to love?”
Steve blushed.
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Someone asked for a top! Femboy x bottom! trans masc.. I accidentally posted it so.. I need to restart. If it's you thank you for giving me Ideas! Also you didn't specify how the story should go, so I made my own.
Broken and fixed again.
Disclaimer: cheating(only briefly), sexual intercourse (Not really)
You we're a famous influencer that was followed by millions, but recently your girlfriend for 2 years cheated on you. So you decide to drink in a bar instead of drinking alone in your house.
When you sit came at the bar and then ordered alcohol, you saw a lady pass by and sat down two sits away from you.
And you can clearly see that she is beautiful and very majestic, since you we're two sits away you let the bartender give her a drink and tell her that it was you that gave her the drink.
You we're fidgeting with your hands, because whenever you find someone attractive you kind of just freeze for a moment. You didn't notice because you we're thinking of how beautiful she is, but she was looking at you and smiled she noticed that you we're to shy to make the first move. So she did.
She got up and sat next to you, you finally snapped out of your little nervous moment and noticed the beautiful person next to you.
"Oh! Your the guy that your dumped your girlfriend for cheating!" She said cheerfully, evern her voice is beautiful. You didn't really know what to say, but you worked it through. One thing you hate about your social media career was your fans just like to invade your privacy.
"Yeah.. That's actually why I'm here actually, to forget about her even a little bit.." you said avoiding her eyes.
'That's cute' She thought.
"I'm sorry do you want to change the topic?" She asked you in a calm manner.
"Sure-" Before you could you could continue your conversation with her, someone called you. It was your ex girlfriend, she was telling you to get back whit her again. Of course you said no, but she threatened you that she will ___.
"W-what.! Wait, I'll be there. Don't you dare do it.." You we're getting threats almost everyday it was getting annoying. She was just doing it for attention, she wasn't going to actually do it.
"Sorry but I need to go.." But before you can stand up she grabbed your hand— which was quite strong.
"Can you give me your number first?" She asked you as you happily obliged.
As you we're leaving you felt that her stare was burning you, or more likely your ass.
3 Days later
When you we're just laying around doing nothing, you received a message.
Unknown
Hi, It's the person that you meet at the bar. Wait, we forgot to exchange names.. The name is Ash. What's yours? I'm sorry I totally forgot to ask for your name 😞.
You
Ohh! It's also my fault.. I didn't even though of asking for your name. But my [Y/N].
You renamed "Unknown" into 'Ash'.
Ash
I have nothing to do right now, do you want to hang out? It's okay if you don't wanna.
You
I have nothing to do as well, so it's perfect timing actually.
Ash
Okay then, how about a club?
You
Sure!
Ash
Btw, did you think that I was a women?
You
You aren't?? Huh.. But we can still talk! I was just finding someone I can talk to at a bar.. (LIES)
Ash
That's good then.
*At the Club*
You just arrived at the club and you we're looking for Ash, and somebody touched your ass. It was highly uncomfortable. Ash found you and pulled you away from the man that was touching your ass.
"Ugh, fucking bitch.." Ash mumbled in his breath.
"Huh?" You didn't heard it though.
"Nothing, do you want to have a drink?" His voice completely changed of tone when he was talking shut about that dude.
"Sure!"
40 minutes later..
You forgot that you we're a very weak drinker, and get drunk very easily.
Ash didn't know where you house is and you we're clearly to drunk to tell him. So he made the second best decision, he went to his house instead.
When he was carrying you to his bedroom when he just noticed that you were a very talkative guy when you are drunk. He didn't mind it though, you're very cute when you're like that.
"You know, when I found.. *Hic* out you were a guy.. I didn't really care, I still *Hic* find youu.. reallyyy really attractive.." After you said what you said he was already at his bedroom. He gently put you down.
".... Damn it, I was going to take my time with you to be in a relationship. But this changed my mind." He said as he took your lips swiftly and tasting your acholic taste. You woke up.
"Is this a dream..?" You asked.
"..Yes, yes it is." Ash said
"Ah. Ugh I'm having a wet dream about Ashy again. But since I know *Hic*.. that he is an actual he, this *Hic* might be different.." After you said that you stretched your arms.
"Just do it already.. *Hic*" He was actually just planning to kiss you and sleep besides you, but now that he got the consent that he was waiting for... He can do it with you now.
He immediately took off your shirt pants and underwear — but the underwear was just hanging by on one of your leg.
Part 2 for the actual sexual intercourse?
Also I made this with my friend! — @nosus69
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opinion dump on saltburn and the public response to it bcs my opinions r the most valid and superior
this is mainly geared towards the response on tiktok, saying u were undisturbed by the bathtub scene or grave scene doesn’t make u superior or cooler it actually doesn’t mean shit yall r giving “im so mysterious and misunderstood” energy it’s actually embarrassing tbh this has the same energy as thinking ur mental illness is a personality trait and inherently makes u cooler and more interesting than the average person REALITY CHECK it doesn’t
the period sex scene being placed in the same category of “disturbing-ness” on social media as the grave and bathtub scene just goes to show how much society hates women and their bodies the period stigma is crazy it’s for sure a personal preference no hate if u think eating someone out when they’re on their period is weird or maybe unhygienic but to compare it to borderline necrophilia and whatever vile pathetic shit the bathtub scene was is just pure misogyny I said what I mf said
I love emerald fennel and i’m so dissapointed in her I thought this movie would’ve been better I feel like she had everything going for her the plot was incredible the aesthetics were so cool the cast was astounding and yet…
ok elaboration on my last point basically the film lacked any intelligence or nuance plot wise and storytelling wise don’t get me wrong the film is full of insane references and deep sociopolitical metaphors however the ending was shit the idea that this was oliver’s plan all along has the same energy as when ur in 2nd grade and u end ur creative writing piece with “and it was all a dream” and so many fucking things don’t fit in with the ending like they never explain to what extent was this his plan like did he intend to kill them ? pick them off one by one ? wait years till he could get to elspeth ? and why are his issues with his family never explained why is he the way he is what made him so obsessive what made him a pathological liar ????? there r just too many loose ends and unfortunately not in a “open ending audience interpretation” way but in a bad writing kinda way :/
THE FASHION !!! why was it so mid I was superrrrr excited to see a film set in 06/07 but the fashion was majorly lacking elspeth is mother her costumes ate of course but the rest of the cast and extras were so mid there were a few exceptions here and there but there’s so much to explore in terms of fashion in this time period yet the costumes weren’t great venetia’s outfits hurt my soul she could’ve been such a cool character think indie sleaze vibes (ik this wasn’t a thing back then but something similar rather than the glittery bullshit she’d have on) farleigh also could’ve served cunt but was painfully lukewarm
the movie left SO MUCH to be desired it actually hurts if only they could’ve leaned into the campy vibes upped the ante on the fashion and had much better writing </3
#saltburn#emerald fennell#jacob elordi#barry keoghan#saltburn review#rosamund pike#alison oliver#venetia catton#elspeth catton#felix catton#oliver quick#farleigh start
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Turns out I have more brainrot thoughts
In which Lando tries to get over Carlos by getting Oscar, and Oscar is having none of it.
London 2020, boy and boy broke up, it's two a penny, and Lando is so over Carlos.
It's been nearly 3 years and Lando is doing perfectly fine, it's not like they were ever really dating. It was just sex and empty promises, and Carlos's sexy accent and his hair. And Lando needs to get a serious grip on reality because he is so over it.
Lando are even friends with Carlos, enough that Carlos introduced him to his new girl. She's pretty, feminine and able to kiss Carlos whenever she wants, wherever she wants. No hiding away in hotel rooms or Carlos telling Lando to get out before the dawn breaks.
In fact, Lando is so over Carlos he even chatted to the girl, although he never bothered to remember anything she told him. He doesn't even know her name, and when Carlos asked what Lando thought of her.
He had said "She seems nice" and that was it.
Lando was a bad partner, Carlos told him so, the least he can do is be a good friend. So he smiles and laughs, and says all the right things when Carlos and his new girl is around.
A growing resentment sprouting in his lungs as he has to watch the scene in front of him.
"You good mate?" Oscar asks.
"Huh yeah- wait when did you get here?" Lando spins his head to look at Oscar, a light blush dusted on his cheeks under the green lights of the club.
"Been here all night, you asked me to come with you, remember?"
"Yeah, guess I did." Lando gives a clumsy smile at Oscar's worried face. His teammate does have some pretty eyes, and the accent is nicer than Daniel's. That brief rebound situationship did nothing good for either of them.
"Wanna get out of her?" Lando settles on instead, totally normal to ask, yeah, Oscar is a good solution.
"Sure?" He sounds confused at the sudden change of Lando's attitude, yet indulges the Brit as he drags him outside the club and into a taxa.
Lando can feel Oscar's eyes on him, as he spouts out the coordinates for their hotel.
"Wanna come in?"
Oscar follows him no questions asked, maybe in hindsight Lando should have asked some himself. But he didn't, and now he has Oscar cornered up against the door, his mouth on the younger man's neck.
A light push to his shoulders makes him stop, looking up at Oscar, uncomfortableness is written all over his face, and fuck, Lando fucked it all up.
"Listen- you're drunk." Oscar tells him, like Lando doesn't already know that. "Lando you're drunk." The aussie repeats like that explains anything.
Oscar clears his throat to settle the silence that Lando's big questioning eyes comes with. "I know what happened with Carlos and Dani- I'm not- Lando you're drunk."
Oscar pushes him lightly towards the bed instead, and Lando has to watch as Oscar scrambles out of his room.
Fuck, Oscar thinks he's some serial teammate fucker now. Well he is, but Oscar doesn't, shouldn't, know that. Oscar should look at him with those brown eyes filled with wonder, and make him forget about Carlos and fuck- Lando is so not over Carlos.
-
When Lando finally gets over Carlos. He doesn't understand why Oscar doesn't want him when literally everyone is saying Oscar wants him.
Because Oscar feels used everytime Lando is giving him attention, just using him to get over Carlos (like he already tried to) and Oscar doesn't want to be hurt. Lando is worth a lot, but Oscar has enough dignity to not hand over his heart only for it to be stomped on.
Carlos is a dick, and Lando can finally recognise that, like Carlos has moment of small good sides, but overall he's a dick and was very much using Lando when they were together, stringing him along and then dumping him when Lando wasn't useful anymore. And now Lando has no idea what a healthy relationship is, so he's trying to reflect what happened between him and Carlos back at Oscar.
Except Oscar isn't a lovestruck fool in the same way Lando was. Well he's still lovestruck and a fool. He has just been one for long enough that he knows he deserves more than scraps and whatever Lando is trying to pull.
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This Week In BL - Everything is Awful or New or Both
Feb 2023 Wk 2
Being a highly subjective assessmen t of one tiny corner of the interwebs. Organized by which ones (in each category) I’m enjoying most.
Ongoing Series - Thai
My School President (Fri YT) ep 11 of 12 - It’s an ep 11 so we knew this was gonna be a downer. This was definitely a “date me date my friends” kind of situation. At this rate, GeminiFourth’s other characters in Chicken are going to kiss before TinnGun do. I love Tinn’s dad. Also, it looks like our a tiny little ship of crumbs is sailing. How cute is that!? Sunshine + sunshine! Bonza.
Bed Friend (Sat YT & iQIYI uncut) 1 of 8 - Fuck buddies get messy, AKA Between Us the second cumming only this time in an office (and on a desk). I have been waiting for James to hold down (or be held down in) a BL for years! All hail the new kings of high heat. BUCKLE UP I GOT A LOT TO SAY. I like that there’s a dark underbelly (*snicker*) of trauma to this one, it has a slightly a Japanese feel which suits mature characters and an office setting. King’s yearning worried eyes are glorious. Poor thing, he totally adores this beautiful broken fragile boy and doesn’t know how to capture his attention. I admit Net was the one I worried about with this pair. James was always gonna be great. It turns out, I didn’t have to worry. This is an awesome show and I fucking love it. It nearly scooped the top spot. Frankly this is the Office BL I have been WAITING for Thailand to give us.
NOTE: I watched both YT’s cut and iQIYI’s uncut version. (Anyone else feel odd using those terms under a high heat BL context?) I like YT’s better, mostly iQIYI’s interface is shit. Deets? There was a little extra from the “morning after regrets flashbacks” but not so much I think you’ll regret missing it. Unless you REALLY prefer high heat. The emotion of the sexual connection and Uea’s lonely submissive need was transmitted in both versions, but the iQIYI is slightly more MOAR.
Never Let Me Go (Tues YT) ep 10 of 12 - Flashbacks to the cutest boyfriends ever and then PAIN. All I can think is “thank fuck this was handed to Pond & Phuwin.” One of the world’s saddest executions of the sniff test trope. Meanwhile, Perth is SO GOOD but I wish Chopper would record his conversations with his dad. Look, we all know Chopper is gonna take his dad’s bullet for Nuengdiao, right? Oh well, if you didn’t know, I just told you.
Moonlight Chicken (Weds YT) 3-4 of 8 - The plot... erm... thickens. I told you Jim had a tragic backstory with an ex. And now it’s all gotten VERY messy. Sigh. Fourth & Gemini are cute, tho.
Hit Bite Love (Sat YouTube) ep 4-5 of 6 - I do like King & Burger. The idea of giving your perspective boyfriend your CV is ADORBS. Auditioning for the part, as it were. I would like it known that my sexual identity is chili (AKA spicy) henceforth. (My pronouns are MaxTul & sometimes Phi.) Look, this is an absurd show. Last ep it was BDSM 101, this ep we got a lesson on how to use a condom properly? AND why the closet is both necessary and damaging? I mean I applaud their educational endeavors but BL: The After School Special? Did I sign up for Degrassi Junior BL while I wasn’t looking?
Boyband (Thurs YT) 1 of 10 - BL drama about putting an idol boyband together. AKA how to make ABL suffer by combing favorite (celebrity romances, Kpop) and least favorite (bad singing) tropes. AND? I REALLY like it. It’s fun! What singing there is, is looped not live. So we in Cutie Pie territory. It’s easy to skip. The pairing is rich/poor and I like an other side of the tracks romance.
Ongoing Series - Not Thai
HIStory 5: Love in the Future (Taiwan Weds Viki) ep 8 of 10 (or 15&16 of 20) - Covid strikes. Boyfriends are worried. Omg they are so cute and hot and awkward. Tension in the office politics too. It’ll be okay, babies.
Jack o’Frost (Japan) ep 1 of 6 - After getting dumped, Ritsu has an accident and gets amnesia. Ikuya, his ex, struggles to help him regain his memories while wondering about the state of their relationship. But Ritsu falls in love with Ikuya all over again. Engaging opening but I’m just not sure about the premise.
It’s Airing But ...
Chains of Heart (Sat Gaga) 1 of 10 - Not dropping for me until tomorrow so it’ll be in next week’s round up I hope. Suspense thriller about a forest ranger, smugglers, amnesia, and lost love. Stars Haii (Cirrus in TT2) and Marc (My Gear & Your Gown in YYY). Adapted from a Y-novel of the same name by TJ Tommy.
My Beautiful Man 2 (Viki & Gaga) - Because there are only 4 eps, I decided to wait and binge this one.
Cafe In Love (Thai) 10 eps on Ch3+ - Thai pulp, stars the actor who played Noh’s best friend Ohm in Love Sick 2. When his coffee shop closes, a man tries everything to save it and falls in love along the way. I had a hunt but can’t find it.
Moments Of Love (Thai) Feb 14 Foremorfilm Production movie for cinema release. Was originally a series with Golf (609 Bedtime Story & The Eclipse) to direct, and SmartJames (LeonPhob from Don't Say No) to star. BUT is now something totally different. We’re all confused.
Destiny Seeker (Tues WeTV ) 10 eps - it’s not on any WeTV I can get ahold of. Engineering student Songkram is head of dorm 3, for "strong & athletic" students. Aye is head of dorm 2, for the "good looking" students. Aye used to be Songkram's tutor and friend, but they fell apart after becoming dorm heads. Aye is actually in love with Songkram but thinks Sonkram likes someone else. Songkram actually likes Aye. So, Bad Buddy the pulp rebirth meets that weird Japanese “girls-crossdressing-as-boys for love and infiltrating secret society of hotness” tradition.
Our Winter (Thai & Korea ?) - TutorYim vehicle supposedly airing now. Search me.
The End Of The World, With You AKA Bokura no Micro na Shuumatsu (Japan Sun Gaga) - DNFing this one. It’s way too high heat for them to end it happily and full of dark stuff like cheating, suicide, depression, abuse. I actively HATE one of the main characters and mildly dislike the other. Easier to just stop watching.
Next Week Looks Like This:
2023 forthcoming BL master post. (see comments some are inaccurate, NOT UPDATED)
THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS
My favorite thing to happen in BL this week. Possibly EVER.
Honestly, such a weird little After School Special. (All Hit Bite Love.)
SAIL MY LITTLE CRUMBS! SAIL!!!!
You TELL her, Paw. (All My School President)
We stan the out boy. Own it, babycakes. (Moonlight Chicken.)
(last week)
Current Kpop earworm? Beautiful by BEAST, look, sometimes we gotta go back to our roots. Check out the legends for what they were, criticize my taste later. Fuck I miss those times when everyone had to sing live and the one with the hot mic had to stop dancing to catch his breath because, ya know, he still had to sing.
ALL that said, you slackers should check out HELLO GLOOM - Dancing In The Dark. I alway said IMFACT was the most woke Kpop group, now they broken up(?) nice to see ‘em solo in queer fuck-off style.
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One Day At A Time (Part 3/?)
Jake Seresin x Reader
A/N: More angst, ngl I was listening to Daylight by David Kushner when writing so this got away from me a bit wasn't expecting it to get this dark...
T/W: Anxiety, panic disorder, grief, PTSD, gun violence, torture, murder, prisoner of war, war crimes
Summary: Hangman's POW fiancée attempts a prison break; Javy talks Jake into doing something he doesn't want to do.
Masterlist
Jake POV -
Coyote can talk anyone into anything.
He's somehow convinced everyone to book the day after the mission off work to go to your place, not wanting his best friend to spend another one of your birthdays isolating himself.
Jake pulls up into the driveway and grabs the barbecue supplies from the back of the car before dumping them on the side in the kitchen.
"Wow, when we said let's go to Hangman's I wasn't expecting this." Rooster says entering the house with Phoenix, Bob and Fanboy in tow. All of them blatantly ignore Jake's tear-stained face and glance around in awe at the house.
"I'm not being funny but how on earth have you financed this?" Phoenix questions making Jake laugh. He cannot express the relief that her teasing makes him feel after a morning full of unease.
"Phoenix you cannot ask that!" Rooster gasps giving her a horrified look.
"This place was unbelievably gross when we bought it, It literally makes my skin crawl thinking about our first viewing... It was up for sale so cheap I knew there must've been a reason, other than it being close to base." Jake smiles, "there's no way in hell I would've bought this without Y/N walking around declaring what we should do to it." He elaborates, not having the vision to have done any of the renovation alone.
"Jesus he has a pool!" Fanboy shouts from the other side of the room as the others rush to the window to scrutinise outside. When everyone arrives Jake gives them a quick tour around the house to avoid anyone snooping without his knowledge.
He leaves Bradley to man the barbecue and heads inside to grab a beer. In doing so he watches Phoenix and Bob verbally dissect the photographs on the mantle.
"God she was gorgeous." Phoenix points out to no one in particular, tone sounding impressed that Jake managed to land you.
"She really was." Jake sighs looking at the photo of you at your backseaters wedding, grinning ear to ear at whatever he was saying to you.
God I miss you
"How did you two meet?" Bob queries, stopping Jake before he can spiral into his thoughts.
"Flight school... I wasn't paying attention to where I was walking, she literally knocked me clean off my feet day one. We started arguing and I just thought shit this is the girl version of me." He smirks as he answers.
"God I can't imagine there being two of you out in the world. How would we cope?" Payback winks, making Jake roll his eyes in response.
"Do you usually celebrate her birthday?" Bob asks not really knowing who Hangman is as a person outside of work.
Jake instantly shakes his head. "No she fucking hates -" he starts to answer swiftly cutting himself off. He ignores the bolt of heartache that threatens to shatter him as he realises he needs to correct himself, "-hated her birthday... She never wanted to celebrate it so we always just did something together without anyone else. I don't know why Javy's arranged this." Jake lies not completely oblivious to Coyote's attempt to force him to find closure.
He can't even argue that it's misguided. It's been years and he still needs to correct himself to past tense when talking about you.
Every time he comes home he half expects you to walk through the door after him.
Jake would never say it aloud but every time he comes home, he feels like he's waiting. Permanently waiting for you to get home too.
"You miss her a lot?" Bob continues trying to get a read on him.
Jake nods. "Every single day. She's my first thought when I wake up in the morning, and the last one before I go to sleep."
"Still?" Javy's worried disbelief comes from the doorway.
"Yeah." Jake's lip quivers slightly as he continues to stare at the photograph in Phoenix's hands.
I thought that this would get easier as time goes on - everyone says that - but every day I miss her more than yesterday.
Jake tears his eyes away from your photo and necks the rest of his beer in silence. All he can think about is how he'd give anything to not feel like this anymore.
Unable to shake the torment, Hangman slips out of the living room and heads back outside to argue with Bradshaw.
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Reader POV -
You're shoved forward by a warden, collapsing onto your knees in the threshold of an outbuilding you've never been in before. Tears well in your eyes from the sheer force that your knees hit the concrete. The tears don't have a chance to fall, as the man hoists you upright forcing you inside.
Anxiety surges in your chest as you look up. You're greeted by blood splattered walls that instantly confirm your thoughts about this building.
This is where they kill people who are no longer useful to them.
You look over at Ghost hoping he will give you a look to convey that he has some form of grand plan for leaving this place. His golden skin looks ashy with sickness, sweat beads on his forehead, and his face is contorted in trepidation.
He doesn't have a plan. Neither of you have a plan.
It feels like someone has sat on your chest with how rapidly short your breathing is becoming, your apprehension is blossoming with every passing second spent in this building.
I do not want to die here.
You silently beg your backseater to look at you, as if meeting his gaze will prompt you to have some form of epiphany. His shoulders are hunched, eyes glued to the floor inaudibly accepting his fate.
He's been trying to convince you that you'll get out every day since you got here, you've told yourself every day that's not possible. Seeing him resigned to this reality sends adrenaline pounding through your body, you're not dying here at least not without a fight.
As the herding stops, you scour the room as best you can without moving, eyes flickering between all of the red covered rooms as you search for anything at all that you might be able to grab to attack the wardens with.
Fuck, this is hopeless.
We're as good as dead.
The rooms are almost completely empty.
There is nothing, not one single thing, here that we can use as a weapon, you realise.
Your thoughts of giving up are abruptly halted the millisecond after they form, as you watch the warden on your left shift his right arm towards a gun strapped to his waist. He's the prick who pushed you.
Somehow through the endless cries of the people around you, you hear the unmistakeable sound of gun safetys being removed. The fallacy that you've created of this place having some vague sense of security or solidarity among prisoners is shattered when the first round of gunfire begins.
You feel your stomach start to churn as people try to shield behind others. The sequential bout of nausea that washes over you is unignorable.
Your whole body traitorously reacts to the commotion, your rigid tension melting away to a whole body tremor. You've never been in the situation where you feel your knees shake with genuine well-placed terror before.
You've got to pull your shit together y/n. You mentally slap yourself trying to fight your inner anxiety away, needing to think rationally to decide your next move.
Without debating the consequences, you shove the warden next to you into the wall behind him with all the strength you can muster. He's thrown off guard, obviously not expecting any resistance. After his minute stumble allows you to take his weapon, he straightens up hand instantly moving to become a vice on your arm. He twists your arm in an attempt to throw you off balance. You do not shift even an inch, feet firmly planted on the ground. You're so deep in your fight or flight response that you barely even feel the motion that you expected to floor you.
The wardens are so focused on obliterating prisoners that they don't recognise the screams of their own as out of the ordinary, so you continue resisting.
When all of the wardens are down, you allow yourself to properly glance around the prisoners in the room.
Everyone looks broken beyond repair, most of them are bleeding.
Even if you got everyone out, you're not sure who among you is strong enough to live with this.
Ghost looks like a shell of himself
Ignoring that thought, you turn your attention to him, "I want to go home" you state croakily, arms still shaking as you lower the gun.
"There's no way out of here." Ghost reiterates, agitation plaguing his voice. It took the two of you, four days of recon to figure that escape was not at all possible from where they keep normal prisoners.
"Listen to your boyfriend Miss America." One of the wardens chuckles from his place on the floor, momentarily pulling your focus to watch him hold pressure on the bullet wound on his leg.
"Then we die trying." You instruct your back seater, before opening up your invite to everyone else.
A fail looking man that you bumped into earlier, shoves a boy in your direction quickly saying something to him in a language you don't understand.
There are kids here? A shudder runs through your body at the thought of children being exposed to this. No one should be exposed to this, especially not little kids.
The man turns to face you, opening his mouth to say something when a bullet rings out. You grab the kid shielding his eyes before he can see his potential father figure drop to the floor.
A warden sniggers from the floor as you stand glued to the spot in horror and disbelief that anyone would be that insanely cruel.
"Go." Someone chokes out, moving to shield you.
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Part 2 for those who missed it
Part 4
A/N: I promise I'll listen to something happier and write some fluff soon
#jake seresin#tgm#top gun#jake hangman seresin#jake hangman fic#hangman imagine#hangman x reader#hangman angst#top gun au#top gun x reader#top gun hangman
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part 2 of this!!!
this is going to be way longer than I originally thought lmao also there’s a mention of dnd but i have no clue about how the game works so I apologize in advance
the phone rings 7 times before steve finally picks it up. he kinda hoped whoever was calling would have given up after the fourth ring.
steve: …hello?
[unknown]: uhm, hi?
steve: …omg …who is this??
[unknown]: ….
steve: ok look, you’re gonna have to start talking because I’m not the one who has been pretending to be someone’s friend FOR WEEKS
[unknown]: OK! chill…. well, saying it out loud does sound a lot worse than in my head…
[unknown]: but i PROMISE i really didn’t do it to be mean or anything…
steve: then WHY did you???
steve: i’ve been telling you SO MUCH personal stuff… i feel kinda taken advantage of.
[unknown]: this sounds silly but…you were just really nice to talk to?
steve: …no way
[unknown]: I SWEAR
[unknown]: apart from the emotional dump, you would just talk about silly stuff to me and it was just so nice that I didn’t want to stop
[unknown]: to be honest I’m honestly surprised you didn’t know I wasn’t really your friend, like hello??? how did you not notice??
steve: well… robin can be random sometimes so yeah I thought it was weird sometimes but I just decided to brushed it off…
[unknown]: no fucking way <laughs>
steve: SHUT IT
steve: you don’t sound like a total creep, which makes me feel slightly better about this
[unknown]: i will take that as a compliment, thank you very much
[unknown]: I feel like we both rolled a nat20 with this little situation
steve: nat20… that’s a dnd reference right??
[unknown]: YOU KNOW WHAT DND IS???
steve: uhm, kind of? some of the kids I babysit are like obsessed with it
[unknown]: you babysit??? how old are these kids?? you never mentioned them to… well robin
steve: i call it babysitting so it doesn’t sound weird but i’m more of a chaperone for them
steve: and they are all like 14-15 years old
steve: they already take up most of my time, sorry if I don’t want to include them in the conversations with my best friend
[unknown]: wooooo slow down cowboy, i get it – they sound like a handful honestly
[unknown]: also would never expect a guy like you to be babysitting a bunch little nerds
steve: why???
[unknown]: well you have this strong jock vibe and you know how the two don’t really mix
steve: you’re correct, i was- i mean i AM a jock
steve: i used to think like that too but I had someone literally knock sense into me
[unknown]: what do you mean by that???
steve: i don’t think you reached the friendship level to unlock that yet
[unknown]: what- wait, did you try to make a dnd joke???
steve: kind of….
[unknown]: honestly points for trying, like 4/10
[unknown]: i am curious tho, what do I need to do to up my friendship levels with you?
steve: you can start by giving me your name… you already know mine so I think it’s fair
[unknown]: anything for you, your majesty… eddie. my name is eddie munson.
steve: nice to finally meet you eddie
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OK this is going to be longer than I was expecting to be, i might do a part 3… or just like little snippets of the ~future~ thanks for everyone that enjoyed it :D i’m rlly happy my shitty little prompts were to your liking!
part 3 if anyone wants it :3
tags: @cinnamon-mushroomabomination @estrellami-1 @wrenisflying @ilikechocolatemilkh @lifeisnotsobadonceyoustopcaring @mightbeasleep @gregre369
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@mcytblrholidayexchange gift for @mizmothree !!! Slimecicle, JuanaFlippa, AND Elmariana for the New Year!!! Hope you enjoy :)
“GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!”
Charlie rolled his eyes and looked behind him at Mariana, who was trying to level him with a glare. “Well, I was planning on it, bitch.” He bit into the word, trying to get a reaction out of Mariana. Of course, it did, with the other man scrunching up his face into a scowl and giving Charlie the finger. Charlie, satisfied, slammed Mariana’s door as hard as he could. Separated by a wall, he sighed.
“Well. 3 weeks.” He shoved his hands into his jacket pockets before walking through the alleys connecting Mariana’s apartment complex to Main Street. He began to mumble to himself. “That has got to be a record. I don’t think he’s ever contained his nagging for so long before.” Charlie kicked a concrete pebble, watching it clank against a metal garbage can. “I mean, why do I even keep trying? I know that it can’t last. I know that. Instead, we’re like that fucking Taylor Swift-no wait I think it was Kate Perry-song.” Charlie turned onto the street, joining the scattered people walking under a darkened sky. “Maybe this should be it. Maybe I should just forget his fucking face. Maybe I actually block his number this time. Maybe-” The sky suddenly thundered, cutting off Charlie’s self-pity session. He looked up, managing to mumble out an “Oh shit” before the sky poured down rain.
The small crowd around him suddenly got smaller as people scurried into stores. Charlie himself really wanted to crawl into a store and order something hot, but reasoned that his house was only a short walk away. So he flipped up his jacket collar and walked faster down the street. Between the breakup and the rain, it wasn’t shaping up to be a good day.
Charlie decided to short cut through a back alley to his apartment, nearly tripping on his shoelaces while turning the corner. He caught himself on the brick wall, steading himself with his hand. “Thank god”, he muttered. “I really didn’t want to eat it in a puddle.” Saying that, he righted himself, stretched out his right foot to start walking again, and felt something furry on his foot before tripping over it.
He crashed into the pavement, shoulder first. He yelped and skidded a bit before crashing into a garbage can, which unluckily was full with trash. It dumped its contents on Charlie, then clanged onto the pavement with no ceremony.
He groaned, rolled over onto his back, cringing at the way whatever was beneath him squished and squelched. “Fuck, man, my bones...” He pushed himself upright to his elbows and looked around. “Alright, who did this?” he shouted at the empty alley. “This isn’t funny. I sorta like this jacket!” He scanned the small area, and saw a small worm- no wait, a tail?- behind some different garbage cans. Charlie got back on his feet and crept towards the…thing. It didn’t move, so he kept creeping, creeping…
WHAM! He grabbed onto the thing and immediately felt something sharp dig into his skin. He sucked in his breath, but didn’t let go as he brought the trickster up to eye level. It was…
“Oh. My. God.” Currently nipping at his hand was a cat, with ears that were too big for its head. It twitched and swung unceremoniously, only stopping to meow indignantly.
Charlie’s frown grew into a small smile and he chuckled. “A cat. I got tripped up by a cat.” The cat tilted its head sideways, and trilled in a tone that Charlie imagined meant Can you please put me down?
“Ok you rascal. I’ll put you down.” He gently placed the cat down on the ground. It chirped thankfully and began to rub against Charlie’s leg. His smile grew even wider. “So you’re sorry? Is that what you’re saying?” He leaned down to scratch the cat behind the ears, which elicited purring from the small creature. “Well, I accept your apology. But you’re not getting away unscathed.” He studied the cat as it continued to lean into his hand. Its fur was light brown, but appeared to have bits of darker colors speckled within. However, it was extremely matted and filthy. Suddenly, he got an idea. Charlie turned to face the cat. “You don’t like baths, do you?”
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Charlie found out 3 things about bathing a cat that day.
You’re supposed to brush the mats out of the fur before bathing.
Human shampoo is NOT the same as cat shampoo.
It’s a good idea to cut their nails ahead of time.
Number one was found out after looking up “how to give a cat a bath” into Google and scanning through the first article he found. According to some doctor of veterinary medicine, mats would only hinder the effects of the bath, so it was best to comb them out beforehand. He managed to improvise a specialized comb with a small metal one he found stashed in the back of his bathroom cabinet. Thankfully, the mats weren’t anything major, and Flippo (as he was now calling the cat) actually seemed to enjoy the experience.
Number two was in the same article as number one. Apparently some shampoos would harm cats more than they would help, and Charlie did not want to hurt this newfound friend of his (did the cat consider him a friend though? He had no clue). But outside it was still pouring, and Charlie did not want to go out in the rain, in his dirty jacket, to buy cat shampoo. “Well, my friend, you’ll just have a bath without shampoo. Shouldn’t be that bad,” he proclaimed. Frontflipo (just Flippo wasn’t working out) chirped in response.
Number three wasn’t mentioned in any article or video that Charlie watched. In fact, he didn’t realize it until he was putting a band-aid on the 9th scratch. He turned to look at the cat. “JuanFlippo, you really have it out for me, don’t you?” he asked the cat.
JuanFlippo (Frontflipo was already a mildly famous stunt act somewhere in Oklahoma, Charlie learned.) meowed in a low tone. You’re the one who thought giving a bath to a cat, who hates water, was a good idea.
“Yeah, but at least you’re clean now,” Charlie retorted.
And it was true. Despite the lack of soap, JuanFlippo was significantly cleaner. Currently he was in the process of grooming the rest of his coat, which turned out to be more beige than Charlie expected. All in all, a win for the cat.
Not so much for Charlie.
“Now I’m gonna go get clean. And if you wreck my apartment, I’ll…I don’t know. Throw you out the window. Or something. Just don’t do anything.” Charlie turned to go shower away the banana split in his hair, and sincerely hoped that JuanFlippo was well-behaved.
Surprisingly, he was. But he was also (as Charlie so kindly put it) “a spiteful little shit”.
“Really?” Charlie was once again holding JuanFlippo, but in a sort of “air jail”. “You behave yourself for a full 30 minutes, not moving a paw, but the minute I step out of my shower you decide to tip over my mother’s heirloom vase.” He frowned at the cat. “You better thank your lucky stars that I thought it was ugly.” JuanFlippo chirped happily and contorted his face into something Charlie suspected was a smirk. “Very funny, you little fucker,” he replied.
•—•—•—≽^•⩊•^≼—•—•—•
That night, Charlie went to bed with a cat on his chest. It was a bit weird, but comforting. Sorta like the time Mariana laid his head on Charlie’s chest when they were watching TV, and they were close and warm and Charlie didn’t want to get up and he had “I love you” on the tip of his tongue and-
Oh god. He was thinking about him again.
Charlie covered his face with his pillow. Try to forget, he told himself. You need to forget.
Forget his name, forget his face, forget his favorite color and which shows he likes. Forget his address! It’s not like you pass by there often. It’s out of the way, hidden, secret, easily forgettable. Forget the way he laughs when you tell a funny joke. Forget the way he looks at you when you try speaking Spanish but you fuck up the pronunciation. Forget. Forget. Forget.
He let out a groan. This wasn’t working.
JuanFlippo woke up and stretched himself before slipping his nose under Charlie’s pillow. He found Charlie’s chin and gave it a lick before chirping softly. Are you ok, Charlie?
“Y’know what, goober? I’m not alright.” Charlie sat up gently, letting the cat settle down on his lap before he began to scratch behind the ears. “I keep thinking about my boyfriend. Well, he’s sorta my boyfriend. We have a weird on-again off-again relationship. Like that one song? ‘You’re hot then you’re cold, you’re yes then you’re no, you’re in-‘” JuanFlippo suddenly meowed. Charlie cut off his singing and stared at the cat. “Was it really that bad?”
JuanFlippo simply stared. I’ll forgive you if you keep scratching.
Charlie sighed before beginning to pet the cat again. “But you get the idea. We can’t go for more than a few weeks before we get in a big fight, and I say something stupid, and then we curse a bit and I slam the door in his face. Wait a minute.” Charlie looked at JuanFlippo. “I’m the problem, aren’t I?”
JuanFlippo did a bit of an eye roll. Isn’t it obvious?
“No JuanFlippo, it was not obvious before. It took talking to you to figure it out.” Charlie paused again. “And that’s the other issue, isn’t it? I don’t talk to Mariana about this shit. I talk with a cat who’s only here for the head scratches.” JuanFlippo purred in response, and Charlie leaned back to lay his head down. “I need to fix this. Figure out how to mend a broken relationship. Because despite everything I try, I can’t forget him. I-” He paused. “Dare I say I love him?” JuanFlippo trilled and rubbed his cheek against Charlie’s stomach. “Oh, I like you too goober,” he chuckled. “And I would appreciate your help in the morning. I’ve got a plan.”
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At precisely 11:26 am, Charlie rapt his knuckles on Mariana’s front door. No one answered. At 11:28 am, Charlie tried again. The bag he was carrying meowed. “Shh. Be quiet,” he whispered. At 11:29 am, he knocked again, and a few seconds later he got a text on his phone.
Elmariana: go away pendejo
Elmariana: i’m crying
Me: Give Me Five Minutes. Por Favor?
At 11:31 am the door opened. Mariana was in a bathrobe, holding a cup of black coffee in the hand that wasn’t on the door. His eyes were red, and he looked like he hadn’t slept since the breakup. “What, Charlie?” he said, sounding almost on the verge of tears.
Charlie took a deep breath in, and out. “I recognize that I’ve made you upset multiple times in the past over some issues. I am sorry, lo siento, that I did those things and didn’t apologize for them later on. I thought that I was in the right, but in reality you were right most of the time, and you were the one working on fixing it. And I didn’t realize it, so every time we got back together I took it for granted. I’m really sorry, and I’m going to work on fixing it. I swear.”
Mariana stared at him. Charlie stared back. Mariana exhaled. Charlie exhaled. Mariana spoke. “Why?”
“What?”
“Why? Why-” Mariana motioned wildly with the hand not holding his coffee. “Why…why now?” Charlie pursed his lips, then reached into his bag and pulled out JuanFlippo. Mariana gasped and put his coffee down on a side table. Charlie handed the cat over to him. JuanFlippo immediately began to rub against the fluffy part of Mariana’s bathrobe. Mariana smiled and began to stroke his back. “Hola gato. ¿Cómo se llama?” JuanFlippo chirped and looked over at Charlie. Yeah, what’s my name?
Charlie cleared his throat and said, “It’s JuanFlippo.”
Mariana looked up and chuckled. “I think it’s-uh, how do you say?” He fumbles with the word for a bit, until Charlie figures it out.
“Female.”
“Yes, that,” Mariana replied, and held JuanFlippo belly-out to prove it.
Oh. Oh shit.
“Well, uh, I guess it’s JuanaFlippa now.” Charlie smiled sheepishly. Mariana threw his head back and laughed. It made Charlie’s heart pound against his chest, but he chose to ignore it in favor of continuing his mission.
“Anyways, I found JuanFl- JuanaFlippa, and by talking to him, no, her, I realized that I was the one in the wrong.” Charlie looks directly at Mariana. “And I also realized that if this thing,” he gestured between him and Mariana, “is going to work out, I need to learn to communicate with you.” He reaches into his bag and pulls out a book with a bold black title. It reads, How To Communicate Effectively With Your Parrot (And Other Living Things) by G. T. W. Ska. “I found this book at the library. Apparently the author’s well-known for transforming the way people communicate and think. So I was hoping it would help.”
“Is there- uh- in Spanish?” Mariana asked as he pointed towards the book.
“There should be,” Charlie replied. “According to the back cover it’s been translated into 15 languages.”
Mariana smiled, gently dropped JuanaFlippa in Charlie’s bag, then took Charlie’s hand and started dragging him in the general direction of the library. “Then we go now,” he stated, as if it were the simplest thing in the world.
Charlie let out a laugh. “What about your clothes?” Mariana suddenly stopped, and Charlie ran straight into him. Mariana caught him by the upper arms, stabilizing both of them. He looked down at himself, then back at Charlie, and smiled. “I forgot. Lo siento.”
They ran back to the house. Mariana grabbed his remaining coffee, chugged it, then slammed the door behind him (consequently, in Charlie’s face). Charlie managed to make out a “¡cinco minutos!” from behind the door.
JuanaFlippa poked her head out of the bag and chirped. “Yeah, he’s always like this,” Charlie chuckled and gave JuanaFlippa a pat. She trilled in response. Lovely. Another crazy man to deal with.
Mariana jumped out of the house again, this time suitably dressed. He once again grabbed Charlie’s hand and started running. He let out a whoop of joy. “¡Vamos, mi amor!” Mariana cried. Charlie giggled before yelling back, “I love you!” Mariana looked back with a smile, and oh that smile could kill Charlie. He loved it. He loved Mariana. He loved JuanaFlippa. He loved, and loved, and- oh no-
Charlie’s foot got caught in a crack in the pavement, and he fell onto his face. Mariana let out a cry. JuanaFlippa leapt out of the bag and started nosing for Charlie’s face.
Charlie let out a groan. “Fuck man, my bones…” Mariana reached out with his hand to help him up. Charlie took it gratefully. “Are you okay?” Mariana said before cupping Charlie’s face in his hands and looking it over. Charlie waved him off. “I’m fine. I just…fell head over heels I guess!” Mariana gave a chuckle before planting a small kiss on Charlie’s forehead. “Don’t forget JuanaFlippa,” he said, motioning to the cat. JuanaFlippa meowed as she was placed back into the bag. Charlie grabbed Mariana’s hand, and together the dynamic trio walked towards the future.
Together.
#if you’re reading this hello sorry if this is too troupe-y or formatted weird#in my defense I wrote 95% of this on my phone#and btw. this is 2607 words. why? idk just happened that way.#anyways happy new year eat your grapes or peas or whatever#Slimecicle#el mariana#misclick duo#juanaflippa#misclick family#justhereforwriting
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Hi! I loooooved the new chapter, it was def worth the wait! So much to unpack this chapter but my main take aways are:
1. Love vegas' guards. I really relate to oat having to pee every five min. Same.
2. Super impressed with vegas and how he can get aroused in any situation. Like, bro you almost died and getting to smash pete is the first thing you think about??? He's gonna have a rough couple of weeks with no sex.
3. Kim is 25?????? I thought he was maybe a year or two older than chay. I know the series is very vague on the character ages. I think the novel is a little more clear with most of the characters being in their early twenties. How old are the all characters in your fic? Is vegas older than pete? I'm super curious.
4. I know this is a vp fic but I'm super excited to see how the other couples work out. Kinn is a massive tool but I'm still rooting for him and porsche to have a happy ending. Porsche deserves it. I was rooting for kimchay to patch things up in the show. I don't know about in this fic though 😅. I hope kim can at least give a real apology for Chay's sake at least. What are your thoughts on the kimchay relationship? Do you have any plans for them?
Thank you so much for the great chapter! Wishing you the best!
Ahh thank you angel!! Haha poor oat and his tiny bladder but of course Pete was just being impatient and getting annoyed by the smallest things because he was so worried about Vegas!
Omg Vegas is literally feral!!! But I do think there’s an edge of real insecurity to that where he’s afraid that if he’s not providing mind blowing sex at any given moment that Pete might not put up with him (this will eventually be addressed at some point tho) but yeah he is going to have a hard time in the next few weeks
Yeah all the ages were kinda vague so when I googled I basically just came across guesses for age ranges? So in this fic Kim is 25, I have Kinn as like 26/27 and tankhun around 29/30. Pete and Porsche are both around 24 and Macau and porchay are eighteen (though Macau is older and is closer to turning nineteen at this point) Vegas is a little older than Pete around 25/26. But also in the show the actor that played Kim looks wayyyy older than the actor playing chay so I did kind of want to play that up a bit to add to the unsettling vibe?? Like tbh all of these relationships in this fic (and in the show) are a bit unsettling that’s why the power and control and ideas of consent are all swirling around in the story tbh!
Kinn is a massive tool for sure but until things improve I basically considered that fight with him and Porsche as Porsche basically dumping his ass.
Tbh Kim and porchay were never particularly important to me but that’s because I don’t really find the young innocent/naive and ruthless/liar/false identity couple dynamic very interesting even if I do like their characters? Obviously there’s more to the story than what’s come to us in this chap from Porsches biased perspective but yeah I don’t really envision them having a happy ending in this (but I’m not sure if they did in the books anyway? But yeah it was a pretty bitter ending in the show) I think kim will do his best to apologise but he kinda seems to strike me as the most similar to mr korn personality wise? So he’ll be sorry that chay is hurt but not necessarily sorry for his actions if that makes sense? He’s ruthless and I think he got a little caught up in the pretending with chay too
But yeah basically I kinda wanted to highlight how the cruelty and the trauma trickles down into all of mr kan and mr korns sons and how they still pass that on in how they behave in their relationships in different ways tbh they’re all pretty fucked up
Oh you’re welcome! So glad you enjoyed the latest chap!
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The delicate beginning rush
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Pairing: Austin Butler x singer/actress fem reader
Warning: age gap(10 years)
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y/n4real.2002 huge thanks to variety for this opportunity and big thanks to the incredibly talented austinbutler for sitting down with me to talk. #actorsonactors #outnow
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gossip.blog new deuxmoui story about Austin and Y/n, who knows, could be real. If we consider this dm real this might mean that the two are involved and she and Joshua are done.
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y/n4real.2002 snow on the BeAch
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y/n4real.2002 god I love snow so much, I think I’ll move here, forever.
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Here's the thing, I was around this crazy bitch long enough I, too, like I'm certain Mark and others are in the state of, let her absolutely fuck my head up for a while falling into her shit under good faith, "everything's equal and valid", whatever the fuck.
I KNOW by now she's said some shit that doesn't add up, she can't fucking help herself, but they'll keep putting bandaids on it to repair the narrative and make excuses for why The Great God Hermes can't see SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT.
When I left that house I literally had to fucking recalibrate my shit because she got me all knocked off center, I basically had to re-teach myself some shit while processing out, yeah, I too let her pull me into some ritual madness to comply with her whims. She did, indeed, get me deep in enough that for a year or so there I thought she could Boop the god Pan into my head because of our working connection, and I'd act all feral and feel like someone different, but it's just a disassociative personality state, which is why I cut her off on her "practicing" and RP, and then these motherfuckers all come in and join the crazy bus voluntarily, and here we are, 3 years later, with her still riding my dick in every way imaginable.
Like i truly had to process this bitch's Toxic Crazy off of me like an alchemical fucking event. Letting her wave around a sage stick and feel like she chased out Casper wasn't hurting anyone, but at this point we are so far past one flew over the cuckoo's nest.
The great god hermes couldn't even tell her I personally wasn't in independence when she tried to shitpost to be a smartass. I'm in Blue Springs, you dumb ho. I set your dumb ass up saying independence like a year ago. Someone else was waiting for you there. He even was telling you to call the doctor, you were going to the doctor. And you know, it's who you were looking for, it's just they don't conveniently look like my face. Yeah Shea, why DID it look like Silent Hill until the day your spider died at the domestic spider equivalent of 40 years old, right when you were told don't fight it, it's coming for you, the walls can't stop us now, everything you ever wanted was right in front of you, this was where you want to be, pokemon battle initiated, he's about to be knocked out cold. [insert Izanami fog joke of refusing to look at the truth and ultimately dying as the price]
Real weird that Kansas City Metro area had the densest fog coverage in the nationwide fogout same day my camera was shitting foggy bricks and stopped when the fog hit you bitching. You know, the densest coverage, except exactly where I fucking was, for a few mile radius, with no fog. Real fuckin weird. Notice these are all like, real events, that aren't just coming from inside my head, and at best you could argue I'm interpreting the events but there's a fucking difference here, try to spot it.
Then go watch percy jackson and get hilariously mowed down by the timing of every single fucking hermes element dropping a timeless, gift wrapped deuce on your head, somewhere between Persona 3 posting you can't escape time, only for it to early ship, only for it to also dump on your head, and a P5 leak, all when I was messaging you those songs before the leaks, and now after. All dropping titanic shits on you idiots. TO THE DUMB KIDS. GET BODIED. He's outside of space and time kids, why do you think they put him in charge of the mail--OH WAIT [pops in early Persona copy] OH LOOK AT THAT OPENING SHITTING ON YOUR FACES TOO. WONDER WHO ESCAPED TIME TO MANAGE THAT ONE, HUH ATLUS??
YOU KIDS KNOW HOW TO PLAY CRAPS???? DO NOT COME. DAMNIT YOU CUMMED, AND NOW THE FICTIONAL HERMES DEMIGOD LUKE ON TV HAS TO EXPLAIN WHY YOUR SPIDER IS DEAD, BASICALLY. LOTUS LOTUS LOTUSJUICE. BEETLEFUCKINJUICE COMING ONLY THIS MOTHERFUCKIN SEPTEMBER
Call it fucking "magic". Call it a fucking "god". It is what it is, but it certainly isn't my fucking face, and you refuse to engage it properly, just play until people pay the penalty for you fucking around.
You want to learn this shit shea, you think you do, but no, you want to play in the madness, not the reason. It's the collective subconscious, not a fucking punk rock mazda driver, but congratulations, the whole planet subconsciously knows you're nuts and kind of wants you in the dirt.
Goddamn you used to recommend Thenea, and deadass her interview with Hermes has him calling people stupid for calling him for what one calls classic magic. "Am I good at it? I mean, yeah, but [crochet story about being left or right handed] But my magic isn't right. It works for ME. Hekate is a goddess of magic that mortals can actually USE. I'll never understand why they call me instead of her. I can't teach you, go learn from a righty."
Cuz I'm gonna give you a big fuckin guess what his "magic" is. And we're gonna go right back to dragging your ass to a fucking shrink and having a Come To Jung moment here.
Face the goddamn music you obsessed bitch, you built a whole temple cult to humping my face because you couldn't delineate reality from fantasy. That's why you still had the psychotic compulsive energy to invest seven months blowing furries in a server just to try to harass my business partner three goddamn years after I left your ass and tried to forget you exist, but you won't fucking let me. You're fucking angry that I, he, whatever you perceive of it, fucking left you, and doesn't want you, and no amount of ripping out your hair or roleplaying is filling that fucking void, so you get angrier, and more obsessed, and now you're just fat, crazy, and bald, and you're just gonna keep on keeping on with your octopus jibberish instead of seeing a shrink. What you are experiencing is consequences of your actions and the stark realization that after 20 years of deluding yourself, you can't narratively replace real people, and it's not coming back.
LET US GO.
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20 questions for fic writers
Thanks @magnetarmadda for the tag! (I'm slowly getting caught up on these.)
1. How many works do you have on Ao3?
64 on AO3. (I have a few that are just on Tumblr that I really need to back up onto AO3.)
2. What’s your total Ao3 word count?
1,806,655 holy fucking shit when did it get that high.
3. What fandoms do you write for?
These days, mostly TMA. I have in the past written Star Trek, Star Wars (not on AO3, it's only on my Tumblr), MCU/Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., and Cut & Run fics; I've also dabbled in a couple other fandoms, including what I am both proud and frustrated to say is still the only Mnemosyne fanfic in existence, or at least on AO3.
4. What are your top five fics by kudos?
leaves too high to touch (roots too strong to fall)
Had He Known It
Whiskey Lullaby
It Was Just My Imagination Telling Lies
Hurry Up and Slow Me Down
5. Do you respond to comments?
Every one!
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
Ooh, that's a toughie. I'm going to say Where the Road Waits to Be Taken.
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Mmm...I write mostly happy endings, but probably Love Will Find Out the Way. That one's certainly the most joyous ending (so far, anyway).
8. Do you get hate on fics?
Not since I left the super toxic fandoms.
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
Not anymore, no. I went through a period of about two years where I was writing it, mainly because I'd always been super bad at it and wanted to give it a shot, but I'm a sex-averse ace and I was always kind of iffy on it in fiction, so eventually I gave it up.
10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?
I'm still working on that TMA/Night Vale story, I swear. And I've got a couple Leverage/MCU fics that will probably never see the light of day. The craziest one I've ever written is probably the now-deleted Sherlock/Star Trek AOS crossover (deleted because they were at Hogwarts and...yeah).
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not that I'm aware of.
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
See #11.
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
Once...technically. My brother wasn't old enough for his own account yet, so he dictated the story to me and I cleaned it up a bit. (So more "ghostwritten" than "co-written", maybe?)
14. What’s your all time favorite ship?
I don't think I really have one all-time favorite ship. Lots that I will always love, but not necessarily one I'd rank above all others?
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
I'm not going to lie, I really want to finish the TMA "whoops this was supposed to be a oneshot" AU where everything is the same (to start with, anyway) except that Martin doesn't work for the Institute, he's a bartender at a pub that Jon stops in for a drink at and ends up falling in love with him. I just...need to figure out where the plot is going.
16. What are your writing strengths?
Emotion. Description. Angst. Evoking the feeling my characters are feeling in the reader.
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
I still struggle with info-dumping. And I tend to get hung up on the "perfect" way to phrase something, to the detriment of the rest of the scene.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
Why not?
19. First fandom you wrote for?
I used to make up stories about the Power Rangers to send myself to sleep at night when I was, like, six. And I did technically write one down for a spelling assignment in first or second grade, so that totally counts.
20. Favorite fic you’ve written?
to find promise of peace (and the solace of rest), and not just because it's my most recent one.
Tagging (as always, no pressure) @astudyinfic, @accal1a, @blasphemous-lies-and-deceit, @wintersnixon, and anyone else who wants to give it a go!
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Pls info dump about your system. I saw in your tag that you want to so consider this a free pass to do so I want to know all that ya want to share
HI!!!! SORRY YOUSENT THIS LIEK A WEEK AGO WE WERE WAITING 4 WHEN WE JAD ENOUGH ENERGY 2 INFODUMP JSISJDJFFNDJD OK OK UNDER THE CUT
WE ACTUALLY. ... DONT KNOW WEHRE 2 start Uhhhmmmm. hmmmm. OH MAYBE THE HEADSPACE!
ok SO the headspace changes DRASTICALLY like every few months or few weeks or so. Just a week ago it was a copy of the house we currently live in. We like,,, grew up in this house so it was Also our headspace for years as a kid and we had the vibe tht it was. The exact headspace frlm back then too bUT WE never did get to find out bc it changed AGAIN like a few days ago. smh. Now i think we're just above & outside of The Cave™™™™™ tht was discovered here earlier this year. WHICH IS REALLY FUCKING COOL! BECAUSE THAT MEANS:
The headspace survived the nuclear winter!!*
HOYL SHIT WE'RE IN THE MAIN HEADSPACE AGAIN LET'S GOOOOO <= has been stuck in Harry's headspace for the past half yearIEJFKDKFMC
[*Sometimes it just fucking gets Destroyed. Like... Semi permanently. As in, if it gets destroyed there is Very Little Chance we'll see that variation of our headspace AgainFHDJDKFKFJ and last we uhhjj Talked to anyone in the Main System, bc we are... TECHNICALLY A SUBSYSTEM! FJDJFJ, they were like Yeah no everything is fucking Destroyed <3. But that's not the case snymore ig???????]
SO w all this information actually if we rlly wanted we could probably make a decent map of the area. cuz if We jave this headspace back then we have Everythingggg it had in it back too & everything that it was connected to THAT'S NEAT WE MIGHT DO THAT!!
uhhjjj waht else. HMMM. i thuink our current front roster is neat TBH there's some guys active rn that we'd have never expected. like HI PHYS! WYD WHY R U HERE RN <3 QJAIWOSKSKDNCXN but it's fun !!!! i hope everyone innn our subsystem will fromt here at lEast once bc I Am Lov Collecting Informatión On Everyone <= Primarily fills out everyone's PK & Simply Plural descriptions. actually I think maybe everyone has fronted a sufficiently long enough time EXCEPT FOR HAND/EYE LIKE S I R GET YOUR ASS UP HERE TELL ME ABT YOURSELF BASTARD !! GJCJCKCKF all ik abt him is that He enjoys making Pokeblocks On Pokefarm. that is IT and that's NOT ENOUGH INFORMATION MY GUY but anyways.
i also think us Existing Here is so funny in itself like our asses rlly just got Possibly permanently isekai'd huh. like. like. Genuinely I don't know if our past mains r coming back at this point but that's FINE we already did the whole 96 stages of grief shit about it IF that be the case then SO be it Whatever there's pros to this life ig. like THIS body isn't on the verge of SUDDENLY DYING FOR NO REASON and also We have a cat. we have a cat!!!!! and a dog!!!!!! whaddahell!!!!!!!
there's lotsa fun shit here But there r also the Horrors. Like I PERSONALLY WOULD LOOVE TO EXIST with Out the Constant Paranoia And Delusions but IT *IS* PREFERABLE! OVER WHSTEVER THE FUCK WAS WRONG WITH HARRY <3 AJSJDJF
I will say tho. When we uhhhhhhh All popped in & all we Just assumed we'd be Gone & dormant MONTHS AGO but ummmm . well. apparently not! sO the things we wanted 2 Experience have a High probability Of Happening,! Like PT is excited for Halloween and UNLESS those pirate fucks completely take over the roster within the next like week [0f.md s2 on the 5th babey!!! holy shit!!] then it's. Probably gonna happwn!!! which is so cool we don't actually... hey did Halloween exist in (source game)
man and speaking of. Memories Of The Past as we call source memories. It's a collective sys-wide trait thing All our fictives from aNY source rlly enjoy piecing together what they remember from their canons & all It's like enrichment for us. BUT we've been kinda piecing together a rough timeline of when We all formed in our canon That's our biggest Thought Project™ rn. No estimated time 4 when it'll be Complete tho probs never tbh. and w that in mind u may or may not believe who harry's first sysmate was According 2 what we've put togetherJTJEDKFKDJS
ok that's liek 5 trillion words Whoops. we r so talkatives <3 I am going to stop there it's like 5 am JFJDDKCKF we gotta go back to bedddd -E-Chem
#ask#THANK U 4 THE INFODUMPING OPPORTUNITY if u have any more questions. bls feel free 2 ask#We Lov Talking. Abt Ourselves. JWNDFJCNSKFNFKSF#*According to The Timeline/Our Canon harry's first headmate was HL. which is so funny 2 me that guy is like 12#but also ig it makes sense. idk.#me‚ one of the newer bastards in Harry's system: *points at HL* that thing is my baby brother#HL: *is literally older than all of us formation date wise*#HMM. our brain is telling me we r Cringe....... oh well! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ *beats our brain with hammers*#actually 1 more thing#Inland formed first in this body's system . like.. holy shit could you imagine if they became the body's signature skill . fucked up [JOKE]
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HELLO! hope you’re having a swell day, jelly! if you can and have the chance, may i request a fic where CEO Levi his about to inherit his father’s company so his father teaches him how to run the company and levi gets to see first hand how kind of harsh he is with his secretary, so levi helps her out trying to make his dad not such an ass to her and in the middle of all of this, levi starts catching feels for her even tho he knows he shouldn’t but he courts her anyways. i am a slut for the “man respectfully courting a girl friend into a relationship during their friendship bc he values the foundation of a good relationship” trope😫😩😩 and his steps are to first help her not get stressed out bc of work, then make himself his acquaintance, then a friend and in between the friendship, there’s where the courting begins! he tells her stuff like “you look absolutely lovely” “his was your day, beautiful?” while bringing her (in private) a small cute bouquet of flowers.
sorry if it was too much😅
@kenkopanda-art <3
A good secretary
Pairing: CEO Levi x Reader
Genre and tags: modern AU, fluff, falling in love, cute, helpful Levi, sweet Levi, caring Levi, some verbal abuse, suggestive material at the end.
Concept: Levi doesn't connect with his father too much, but he wants to help out. After working hard for years, Levi is going to be given the company. Levi meets you and sees the horrible way his father is treating you. Levi helps you out. The longer you are together, the more Levi feels for you and you start dating. When his party comes along to welcome him, you and Levi run off to his office and begin to explore each other.
Warning: Harsh words are spoken to the reader at the beginning. Near the end, there are some suggestive things and 18+ wording.
Tag list: @ladycheesington @levisbrat25 @skittlelover69 @strawberrybunny123 @nyxiieluna @li-anne @galactict3a @notgoodforlife @demonsimp6
Meeting
Levi followed behind his father, someone he only just met a month ago. He loved his mother to death, but he wasn't very fond of his father for running as soon as he found out Kuchel was pregnant with Levi. When Levi got old enough, his dad walked back into the picture and wanted Levi to take over.
Levi's thoughts faded away and he tuned into the world around him when he watched his father scream and shout at someone. Levi moved and saw his father smack the papers out of your hands.
"You pathetic worm! You've worked for me for five years yet you still are as dumb as shit!" Levi's father slammed his foot on the papers just as you reached for them and caught your fingers. "I have a set spacing on any proposal. Improve it now."
You winced. "B-But sir, th-this comes f-from Ms Lewis."
His eyes widened. "What?"
"Sh-she's in your o-office."
He moved his foot from your hand. "Why didn't you tell me!?"
You gathered the papers up. "I did. I contacted you."
He checked his phone to see multiple messages from you. He blushed a little. He grabbed the water on your desk and dumped it on you. "Cool off. You don't embarrass me like that in front of my son."
You rubbed your cheek. "Yes sir, sorry sir."
Levi felt terrible that he didn't step in, but he was in so much shock. He wanted to help you so badly. He hated that there was a chance that you'd been going through this for five years.
Levi's father sighed. "Levi? I have this meeting. Just explore the office."
"Yes." He waited for his father to leave before approaching you. "I'm so sorry."
You blushed. "I'm used to it." You picked up the last of your stuff and put it on your desk. "Your father is a good man."
"Bullshit. He's a fucking asshole."
You locked eyes with Levi. "You don't like your father?"
"No. He left my mother because she was pregnant with me. He's a shithead."
You hummed. "I'm so sorry."
He stared at your chest and saw your pretty bra and breasts. He blushed a little and looked away. "You ah." He pulled his jacket off. "Here."
You gasped. "Oh, thank you, but I have spare clothes here."
"You do? Does that mean it happens often?"
"Sadly." You walked to your closet and opened it. "I have spare clothes here."
Levi watched you close the door leaving him alone. He sighed and thought about how he could make it up to you. He perked up when you came out of the closet in a cute dress. "Hey, so do you want to go for coffee?"
You blushed. "Oh, if it's tea then sure."
"You like tea?"
"I do."
He smiled. "Me too." He walked with you. "It'll be my treat. Could you tell me the ins and outs of this place? I feel like you'd know everything."
You giggled. "You're right, I do."
"Great."
Getting close
Levi stood reviewing products and approving them. He signed off on it all and knew he wanted to take the business in a better direction. He was slowly doing things behind his father's back. He was also treating you a lot as well. He wanted to make you happy like it was a compulsion inside him. He'd been spending so much time with you and just felt this calling whenever you were near.
Levi saw you hurrying past with two huge heavy boxes. "Excuse me." He ran over to you and called your name. "Hey! Let me take those."
You gasped as Levi grabbed the boxes. "Ah, oh umm...thank you."
He smiled as he walked with you. "My father make you carry these?"
"Yeah, but they're not that heavy. I've gotten stronger over the years thanks to him making me carry heavy things."
"Well, I'll take care of this." He shifted the boxes. "You're really impressive."
You blushed. "Oh, thank you." You tucked your hair behind your ear. "So are you."
He smiled and placed the boxes in the right place. "Can I ask you something?"
You nodded. "Sure."
"Well." He launched at you and pressed you against the shelving. He reached up and placed his hand on a stack of papers and stopped them from falling. "Are you okay?"
You blushed bright red. "Y-Yes."
He shoved everything back on before looking down at you. He blushed a little. He lightly touched your cheek and smiled. "Do you want to go out?"
"You mean for tea?"
He shook his head. "No, like a date."
You smiled. "Yeah. Yeah, I'd love to."
"Great."
You giggled. "Um, Levi?"
"Yeah?"
You nibbled your lip. "Could you maybe let me go?"
"I don't want to. I like you too much."
You blushed. "I meant here."
He lowered his arms. "Right, but I also don't want to let you go here either."
You leaned up and kissed the corner of his mouth. "I don't want to leave."
Levi blushed a little. He smiled and kissed you. "Let's go on that date later, yeah?"
You nodded. "Yeah."
Cute gifts and moments
You walked over to your desk to see a beautiful bouquet of flowers on your desk. You blushed hard and smiled at how pretty they were. You giggled at how they were all the flowers you loved. "Levi..." You sat down and opened a box of chocolates. You gasped when the box was grabbed. "Hey!"
Your boss stared at you. "You don't need these."
"They're a gift."
He smirked. "And? You know you shouldn't be eating these, just look at yourself."
Levi grabbed the chocolates from his father. "You have no right to judge others." He sat on your desk on your side. He opened the box and offered it to you. "Try one."
You whined. "I shouldn't."
Levi picked up one and bit half of it. "Mm, such delicious cherry."
You gasped. "I want to try!"
He fed it to you and ran his thumb over your bottom lip. "Was that good?"
You nodded. "Yeah."
He smiled. "You know, you look absolutely lovely."
You blushed a little. "Thank you."
He took another piece of chocolate and ate half of it before feeding you the other half. "Enjoy them."
You licked your lips. "Thank you."
He put his hand in his pocket as he turned his head to speak to his father. "I'll take over for today. You should either go home early, or relax in your office."
Levi's father glared at you. "Fine, but you shouldn't get involved with this woman. She's cheap like your mother. You need a rich bird."
Levi sighed. "Father? In the nicest way possible, fuck off."
He flinched at his son's words before laughing. "You're getting like a CEO more and more each day! I'll head out."
Levi waited for his father to leave before talking to you. "How are you today, beautiful?"
You smiled up at him. "I'm alright. How are you?"
"Much better now I'm with you."
You stood up and walked up to him. You stood between his legs and held his tie. "You know, this tie looks really good on you."
Levi smiled. "Thank you. My girlfriend got it for me. She's a wonderful woman."
You giggled. "She sounds the best."
He leaned up. "I adore her. She's pretty, funny, kind, smart, strong..." he ran his hands up your body "and an incredible body." He moaned. "The shapes she can put herself into." He purred against your lips. "Incredible."
You kissed him and hummed in happiness. "I love you."
Levi smiled. "I love you too."
You pushed your fingers into his undercut and scratched just the way he liked it. "What a sweet and wonderful man you are. You've changed my life for the better. I'm glad you came here and agreed to meet your father, even if he's an asshole."
He smiled a little at your and pushed his hands under your skirt. "This skirt is very tight."
"It is?"
He nodded. "So very tight. Maybe I should take it off you to help you out?"
You giggled when you released what he was getting at. "You did that this morning."
He kissed you and moaned. "And what a great morning it was."
You pulled Levi's head against your breasts and hugged him. "My hero."
"Heaven."
You giggled as you played with his hair. "So, do you really want to take over this business?"
Levi lifted his head. "I do."
"I think you're really good for this company."
"Thank you." He sighed. "I'm going to clear out his office and make it my own. I'm also going to move your desk into my office."
You blushed. "Really?"
"I want to keep you close." He leaned up and kissed you. "Besides, if we're together I get to hug you and kiss you whenever I want and you want."
The party
You fixed your dress and smiled at yourself in the mirror. You walked out of the bedroom to see Levi in his living room having a drink as he looked out at the views of the city. You smiled as you admired how his suit gripped his muscular body.
You picked up your present for Levi and walked closer to him. "You look incredible."
He turned to you and blushed. "Holy shit...you...you look incredible."
You giggled. "Thank you." You offered him the present. "I got you something."
He took the little box from you. "Thank you." He opened it up to reveal a custom-made watch with an inscription on the back. He welled up a little as he touched the words and the leather strap. "This is wonderful. Thank you."
You clapped your hands. "Congratulations on becoming CEO!"
Levi smiled a little. "Thank you." He put the new watch on and admired it. "I love it. Thank you." He cupped your face and kissed you. "What a wonderful gift you've given me."
You giggled. "You're welcome. Mm, we should head to the party. Is your father attending?"
"At the start, but then he'll leave as soon as he hands it over to me."
"Well, we better get going."
He held your hand and walked with you to the waiting car. He sat next to you and placed his hand on the inside of your thigh. He massaged your sensitive skin before dragging his hand up and under your dress to cup your crotch.
You placed your hand on Levi's and didn't pull him away, in fact, you guided him. You turned your head and pressed your lips against his shoulder. You turned your body to him and closed your legs a little. You shivered under his touch as your hair prickled.
Levi cupped the back of your head and pulled you close. "Good girl. That feel nice?"
You nodded. "Yes."
He moved your underwear to the side and moved his fingers against you a little faster. "Tell me what you want."
You shivered. "This is perfect, don't stop."
He smiled. "Tell me when you're close."
You nodded as you whimpered in pleasure. You squeezed your toes and angled yourself towards Levi. You bit his shoulder and moaned. "Levi."
Levi kissed you and took your moans as you rolled your hips against his hand. He pulled back and panted. "You okay?"
You blushed. "Yes."
He pulled his hand from you and licked his fingers clean. "I love you."
You giggled. "I love you too." You cuddled him. "Thank you for touching me." You blushed. "You didn't have to."
"I want to. You know how much I love tasting you."
You smiled. "How did I get so lucky?"
"You were you."
You blushed. "That's really sweet of you."
He kissed you and smiled. "You're wonderful." He winked and helped you out of the car. "Let's go show our faces. I also want to show you my new office."
You giggled. "I can't wait to see it. I've seen the teams going in."
"It's a lot better than it was." He stood in the lift with you. "You know, I don't see the point in a party. It's a lot of fuss being made over something small."
"It's not small, you're going to be turned into the CEO. This is a major thing."
He sighed and pulled you out of the lift. He groaned at the loud music. "Tch, my worst nightmare."
"I'll let your father do his whole congratulations thing. I'll get two drinks and I'll meet you in a spot we've made a lot of memories."
He nodded. "Sure."
He walked over to his father and listened to the boring speeches. He eyed the crowd and tried looking for you, but couldn't see where you'd gone. He gave a strained smile and shook his father's hand at the end of it all. Levi waited for his father to leave before he announced pay rises, policy changes and the change of the company name to Ackerman. He felt proud when people cheered on his ideas.
He chatted with some of his staff before leaving and walking around looking for you. He went up to your office area and opened your closet to see you sitting on the drawers in there. "Hi."
You smiled. "You found me."
He looked around the room and remembered how you moaned so perfectly in this room many times for him. "Well, I know you well."
You giggled. "You do."
He pulled you to your feet. "I have an office to show you."
You picked up both drinks from the floor and walked with Levi towards his office. "I'm excited."
He unlocked his office door and pushed it open. "Ta-da."
You slipped inside to see massive windows behind his sleek desk. You smiled at his little tea area. You gasped when you noticed a lovely desk to the side. "This for me?"
"Yeah. You'll be working in here with me now."
You hummed a laugh. "You sure I won't be a distraction?"
"I'm sure."
You giggled and sipped your drink. "It's wonderful." You walked over to Levi's desk and sat on it. "You've done a great job. I hated this place when your father ran the place. His choice in things was bad." You winced. "Such imposing things."
Levi downed his drink before walking over to you. He put his cup on the side and cupped your face. He kissed you and hummed. "He's gone now. So, let's focus on a new start for all of us here."
You smiled. "Yeah, you're right."
Levi moved his hands to your thighs. "I'm so happy we can start brand new. This is a good thing for this company." He kissed you and hummed. "I love you."
"I love you too."
He lay you back on his desk and smiled against your lips. "You're so wonderful."
You reached down and pulled at the buckle on his belt. "Want to christen your office?"
He chuckled. "I do."
You undid his belt and pulled his zip down. You pushed your hand inside his trousers and boxers. You smiled as he moaned at you touching him. "I love you."
"I love you so much. You're my everything."
"Mine too."
He moaned at your touch. He softly said your name. He moved a hand down to your chest and massaged your breast. "I can't wait to spend my life with you."
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