#why do people love getting tattoos in languages they can't even read!!!!!

[amywritesthings]

Love your fic love, it's the best one I've ever read. Could you do something from Levi pov when he started realising he liked Reader and he felt about that?

first of all, thank you for such lovely words! i'm so happy you like it. second of all, i can certainly write you a levi pov where he had his 'oh shit do i like her?' moment xo

all at once. / levi ackerman x f!reader

word count: 900 warnings: language, levi pov set in the silver underground universe

Furlan had a funny saying about the people he fell head over heels for.

It happens slowly, he once told Levi.

The two of them were sitting around their newly-bought two-bedroom apartment, comically vacant and egregiously filthy.

With his long legs outstretched and crossed at the ankle, Furlan chose to sink his palms into the dust to tattoo his fingerprints. 

To say he was there.

(I was here. I am here.)

Levi chose a more civilized position — sitting backwards on one of the only two chairs they had in this place, his sleeved forearms folded over each other on its curved back. He peered down at his friend with the utmost curiosity, head hung under a curtain of black fringe.

“The hell’s this question coming from?” Levi grunted as he shifted his shoe on the floor.

Fucking disgusting; he wasn’t going to sleep tonight if the entire apartment ended up being this damn dirty. 

“What do you mean?” Furlan asked. "Which topic?"

“The topic of this,” Levi clarified, “and why you’re so interested in who I may be looking at on the streets."

"What, we can't gossip?"

The way Levi's brow quirked said otherwise. Furlan sighed.

"We're roommates now."

"So?"

"So?"

"I don’t think I asked who you're interested in, Church.”

“No, you didn’t,” Furlan hummed happily with a dopey smile on his face. “But now that we have this place with two whole bedrooms to ourselves, we have the luxury of inviting people over. Think about it: two young and handsome bachelors, ready to take on the—”

“Wait, invite people over?” Levi interrupted, brow rising. “This isn’t a community house. It's headquarters.”

“No, I know."

"Do you?"

"Yeah! But like I said, think about it: now that we’re taking names and carving our own legacies down here, I’m sure plenty of people will think we’re great. Maybe we'll even get some kinda group of admirers for our efforts.”

“Doubtful.”

“Aw, c’mon, Levi,” Furlan pouted. “Don’t you like anyone? There’s that one guy with the tattoos over on second street.”

“No.”

“Or the dark-haired girl who always seems to give you a discount on soups.”

“Not happening.”

“Why not?”

“Because.”

Furlan blinked.

The black-haired boy felt his temper — and embarrassment — rising.

“Because I wouldn’t know what the fuck it feels like to like someone like… that.”

Levi grit the truth between his teeth, hating the honesty that came with this ridiculous conversation. 

The Underground City doesn't quite offer anything real. Down here love was transactional. There wasn't room for emotional error.

He saw what it did to his mother.

He saw how it molded whatever the fuck he’d call Kenny.

Bottom line was that feelings weren’t good.

And then there was Furlan, looking at him like he’d grown a second head.

“Well, when you realize there's something about someone, it's slow,” the ash-blonde boy suggested, nodding with encouragement. “From my understanding, liking a guy, girl, person, whatever — it happens slowly, then all at once.”

“How’s it slow?”

Furlan smiled, knocking his feet side to side against the wooden floorboards.

“Probably because the people you actually like are kinda in the background until they aren’t anymore.”

“That doesn’t make any sense,” Levi echoed. "You're supposed to be attracted to them first."

"That definitely helps, but that's like... lust or whatever," Furlan challenged. "I'm talking about liking someone. Wanting to hold hands or be with them so you can listen to them talk all the time and never get bored of what they're saying."

Levi scoffed, turning his chin sharply to the right as he considered.

Slow, then all at once.

Except it was never slow.

It would’ve been really fucking helpful if it had been.

You’d been ready to rip his throat open all those years ago.

No one had ever gotten the jump on him the way you had. No one would ever come close.

Maybe watching your fights after Kenny dropped him for reasons unsaid had been the slowest part about this. Watching your sweat-streaked face as you caught your breath in the midst of folding someone double your size like it was nothing. Listening to your voice in the alleyway when you spoke to that witch of a woman. Conjuring up an excuse to talk to you, to see if you even remembered—

It’d been all at once from the very beginning.

Someone as fleeting as a ghost had haunted his once dreamless sleep.

Hell, you still did.

“Sounds like you got someone in mind.”

His gray eyes darted back to Furlan, instantly on the defensive.

The other boy sported a goofy smirk. Levi scowled.

He could tell him.

He could ask if the way his throat closed up whenever he so much as considered uttering her name was a sign that he was head over heels.

That sometimes it wasn’t slow, but as fast as a blow to the damn head.

That sometimes liking a stranger felt more powerful than anything he'd ever known.

“Nah,” Levi lied, surging from his seat to stand at full height. “Only thing I’m interested in is cleaning this piece of shit up. I’m not sleeping on cobwebs tonight, so get up, grab a broom, and help.”

James.

Maybe one day he’d face it; liking someone.

Really, genuinely, devastatingly wanting someone.

But he couldn’t afford it.

(Maybe one day.)

#attack on titan fanfiction #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x you #levi ackerman x female reader #levi x reader #levi x you #levi ackerman fanfiction #snk fanfic #snk fic #aot fanfic #aot fic #levi ackerman fanfic #silver underground #aot drabbles

[glittter-vamp]

Wax Strips | C.E

THIS IS A REPOST FROM MY OLD ACCOUNT.

Warnings: Explicit Language. Mentions of Blood. Kissing. Pain Inducing (?) Mostly funny and fluff! Sorry for any grammatical errors.

Summary: Chris goes to reader for some help manscaping for a new role.

Word Count: 1,114

" Can you you come here and tell me if the pasta sauce is too sweet?" Scott asks me. I was writting a work email on my laptop in our shared apartment. " Yeah, give me a minute" I say finishing up the email and hitting send. I get up from the dining table and taste the sauce from the hot spoon. " It's perfect, don't add anything else" I shake my head. " And my mom says I can't cook" Scott says. " The only one who can't is Chris, remember the meatloaf he made when we went over for dinner' I say and he starts laughing. " It was like a brick, I almost chipped a tooth!" Scott says and I start laughing. " That shit was a health hazard, I wouldn't even let poor Dodger sniff it!" I giggle. I went back to the to the table but before I could sit there was a knock on the door. " Were you expecting anyone?"I ask Scott as I walk to the door. " Oh yeah, Chris texted me saying he was going to come over because he needs help with something" Scott says as I unlock the door and I was met with Chris.

" Hey Y/n" Chris says giving me a hug. " Hey Chris, come on in" I say letting him in the apartment. " Smells amazing in here!" Chris says taking off his coat, he had a brown paper bag in his hand. Chris goes to say hello to his brother and I go sit down where I was. " So what did you need help with?" Scott says and Chris nervously laughs. " So.. I kind of need Y/n's help with something.. personal" Chris says looking over to me. Scott and I give him a weird look. " I have a sex scene too shoot in two days and I have to manscape and every wax center near here is booked because of the holidays coming up. Apparently people love to be hairless to eat a damn turkey" Chris says and I bust out laughing. " Oh come on guys, please you're the only person I trust! You're a nurse!" He says. " You want me to wax you because I'm a nurse.." I laugh. " I'll do it, not like we didn't bathe together until we were 10 and have had to give you cold showers n your drunken nights" Scott says. " Thanks...but no thanks" Chris says and Scott rolls his eyes at his brother. " Wait, do I have too see like.. it.." I ask hesitantly and Scott laughs. " No! well just the top part maybe but that's it!" Chris reassures me. " Chris.."I whine. " Please! I'd do it myself but I'd probably stick things together that don't need to be stuck together" he says with pleading eyes and I sigh. " Fineee, shirt off, go lay on the floor' I say grabbing the bag which contained the strips. " Aw you sound like my date from Tuesday night" Scott says from the kitchen as he checks the food on the stove. Chris and I giving him a " WTF" look. I then read the instructions on the box and it says i needed to warm up the strips rubbing them against my hands.

Chris takes off his shirt and I can't help but admire his muscular chest and torso filled with tattoos. "I'm so recording this for my instagram" Scott says getting his phone out. " Don't you dare!" Chris says. " Too late!" Scott smiles. I shake my head at the two brothers that act like kids well into their late 30s and now early 40s. " Why can't you just shave?" I ask Chris as I kneel down on the carpet next to him. " They need to use make up to cover my tattoos and I get prickly fast so the hair's make it flake" he says. " Can't they just CGI these crappy tattoos?" I say and Chris scoffs. " Take that back" he says and I laugh. " Okay here we go first two strips. I peel the strips from each other and put the first one on his chest, on his very hard muscular chest. Come on Y/N snap out of it, this is just your roommates brother. Your very very hot actor brother of your roommate. " Are you ready?" I ask looking at his nervous face. " Do you have something to bite on?" Chris asks. " What a baby!" I say just ripping off the strip " Fuuuck!! Holy shit, yeah no I think we're done here... fuck that times 100" Chris says in pain and I cringe at the wax strip full of hair. "I got you good, look at that! It's like Chewbacca's baby spawn" I laugh showing Scott who had his phone out recording. " Oh my god you drew blood!" Scott says looking at his brothers chest with a whole chunk of hair missing and little bits of blood seeping through his skin. " Holy shit did that fucking hurt" Chris grimaces. " Well we need to take the other one off- NO! You're not doing that again" Chris says shaking his head. " Wait... why didn't you just Nair the hair off?" Scott says and Chris looks at him with annoyed face when he realizes the wax strips were a very dumb idea. " You know what... let me be a good brother and go to the pharmacy down the street and get you Nair" Scott says grabbing his keys. "Food is done and I'll be right back" Scott says leaving. " What are you going to do with the other one?" I ask. " Leave it on there for eternity" Chris says looking down at his chest. " Let's just do it really quick" I say reaching for it and he stops my hand. "I will cry" he says and I laugh. " Okay what do you think would help?" I ask. " A kiss" he smirks and I raise an eyebrow at him. " Give me a kiss and I'll let you rip it off" He says. I eye him suspiciously but give in leaning in to give him a sweet kiss. Once our lips touch it was hard to stop, his lips were the softest I had ever kissed. " Ow!! Shit!!" Chris hisses half way into the kiss. " I thought it would be a good time to rip it off, you were distracted" I smile pecking him on the lips and going to get my first aid kit to treat his little boo boos.

#chris evans x reader #chris evans #chris evans fic #cevans

[thefaithfulwriter1]

𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐏𝐏 (𝟎𝟐. 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎 & 𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 ����𝐈𝐌𝐄)

𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐏𝐏 | ❝ Not really sure how to feel about it. Something in the way you move. Makes me feel like I can't live without you. It takes me all the way. I want you to stay. ❞ - Rihanna & Mikky Ekko

Summary - When love is true, distances doesn't matter. That was something she read somewhere from the internet. It proves to be true though when she meets two handsome men on a dating app called Cupid Matchmaker App. Two men she never thought would notice her even on a simple dating app. The three soon embark on a journey together finding love in each other, through texting, video calls, calls, and then finally meeting.

Pairing - Taehyung x Fem!Reader x Jungkook

Alternative Universe - Normal Life, Social Media (Sort Of), Tattoo Artist

Warnings - Fluff, Angst, Semi Smut, Language, Mention of Past Sexual Abuse, Poly. Relationship, MxM, MxMxF, FxM, May Add If Needed

Main Characters - 𝐘/𝐧 𝐋/𝐧 - The Shy Painter / Artist, 𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠 -Tattoo Artist, 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 - Tattoo Artist, 𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐭 & 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 - 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧 - The Owner of Tattoo shop, 𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐤𝐣𝐢𝐧 - The Chef, 𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢 - The Musician, 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐤 - The Dance Instructor / Piercer, 𝐉𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧 - Dance Instructor / Tattoo Artist, 𝐄𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐬 - (Nina Dobrev -Y/n's Best friend) - Florist, 𝐓𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 (Kat Graham - Elena's Girlfriend/ Y/n's Friend) - Photographer

A Week Later...

You were now in Elena's flower shop trying to take a break from your work... and your phone. Or more specifically the app Cupid Matchmaker App. As you sat at the register while watching Elena water and feed the flowers. While Tiana took pictures of flowers and Elena. While they were in their own little words, consumed in each other as they spoke. You were lost in your thoughts thinking about a lot of things. Sighing, you rest your head on your hand. As you thought of the past few days.

You have been mostly working on your paintings. Getting some projects done and sending them out to their buyers or new owners. But in between breaks and at night you were also speaking to people on the app Elena had sent you. It was hectic to begin with and you were so nervous. But now you are going with the flow of everything now. It was all you can do.

There were many people on the app. Some were just disgusting with wanting nothing more than nudes and sexting. Which you blocked quickly. But then there were people who were dull or didn't know what you were talking about. Then there were ones who didn't have the same interests as you and or stopped talking mid sentence. Which was nerve wracking but you got over it. You didn't know what to do... besides wait.

You didn't know why you thought it would happen so quickly. Finding your person or the love of your life. But you could say you were learning to be patient with the whole ordeal. But it didn't make it any less hard. You were learning to cope with your nervousness. You also were learning to talk to new people and be excited over it. Which had you smile. You were against the whole thing in the first place with joining the app. But you were learning a whole lot from it.

"What are you smiling about, Y/n," Tiana asked. Which grabbed Elena's attention as she walked over to you leaning over the counter. Tiana and herself were talking when they saw a smile wash over your lips. Which Tiana took a picture of you with her own smile. Before letting the camera fall against her chest being that it was attached to a strap around her neck. As she walked over to stand next to Elena. Hearing and seeing the two you lift your head from your hand and smile widely. You were about to speak but was cut off by Elena.

"Have you met someone on the app? Please tell me. Spill the tea. I wanna know," Elena beamed. As she grabbed your hands that were laying on the counter, and began jumping up and down with a wide smile. She was hoping that you had found someone to talk to. All she wanted was for you to be happy and experience love like she has with Tiana. She wanted you to be happy so badly. That she wanted to help you in any way that she can. You were always there for her through everything that she had gone through. She wanted to be there for you as well. But she never told you how much she wanted you to be happy because she didn't want to overwhelm you. So she kept it to herself and Tiana. A giggle escaped your lips at her antics. As you shook your head at her. That was when Tiana spoke.

"Calm down sweetheart," Tiana chuckled softly, ordering Elena. As she placed a hand on her girlfriend's back. Trying to calm her down. Elena soon stopped and sent the two of you a pout. Before smiling when Tiana kissed her cheek. Seeing the two of them had you smiling with another giggle. You loved them both like sisters and also admired their relationship. You shipped them together. They were like polar opposites but balanced each other out quite well. What the other had that the other didn't. But they made it work out with each other. Shaking your head again you looked down bashfully at your's and Elena's hands. Before nodding and speaking.

"I can't with you Elena. But no, I haven't met anyone on the app. Though there are a lot of people who are diverse that I have talked to I haven't clicked with anyone yet. But being on the app has taught me a few things though," you informed the two girls with a smile. Patting her hands you got up from your seat and stood up straight. As you walked around the counter. Smiling at the two you bit your lip and held out your arms for a hug. Elena was quick to pull you into a hug along with Tiana.

"Thank you for introducing me to the app, and convincing me to go on it. I may not like the app all the time. But it really helps me somewhat with my fears and whatnot," you explained to them. Which had the two of them nod understanding what you said. Elena was happy that she was helping you in any way she could, and was proud of you. While Tiana was extremely proud of you for getting over some of your fears.

"Well I'm happy that it's helping you Honey. Still be careful and let us know if you ever need help on it okay," Elena smiled with a nod. Pulling away you sent her another smile and nod. Understanding her and taking in what she had to say. Looking up you looked at the time and went to gather your things.

"I will, I promise. But I have to get back home and do a few things alright," you said. As you picked up your coat, throwing it on and placing your purse over your shoulders. You sighed looking outside the glass window at the growing crowd walking by. You were never good with crowds. But you knew you wanted to get home. You were preparing and pep talking yourself to go outside when you heard Tiana speak.

"You want one of us to take you home Y/n," Tiana questioned. As she looked at the scared expression on your face as you looked outside the shop window. She has learned over time some of your troubles with the help of Elena, and she wanted to help as much as she could. Elena was quick to agree with her partner. If Elena had to she would close her shop for a little bit if need be. So, that she could walk you home.

"No! I'm okay. I need to do this on my own. I will text you when I get home though it's not that far away anyways," you uttered with a sigh. You were starting to want to do things on your own. You started to want to get over your fears, you had determination. Seeing this caused Elena and Tiana to nod and give you encouraging smiles witnessing your determination. As you walked to the door of the shop. You looked back and you sent them a wave before opening the door.

Taking a deep breath you walked out the flower shop. As you shut the door you heard 'goodbyes' from Elena and Tiana. Which had you smile. Soon you were walking the sidewalks of the vast city. Walking through the streets you sighed not liking the crowded streets as you looked around. You began to think as you walked home.

You never did like crowded places nor loud noises. It was just one of the things that made you, you. After everything you've been through. Moving to a vast city wasn't really what you wanted to do. But it's what Elena wanted to do and after everything she had been through you wanted to be there for her. And she convinced you it would be better for your dream to be in a city. But you decided to go wanting to keep your promise when you were teens over the internet. But you two found yourselves moving there anyway after meeting each other. You two having met on the internet when you were teens. When you both graduated highschool you both met for the first time with your own parents' help. It was a very emotional meeting and you both cherished it with all your hearts.

But after graduating and meeting you two didn't want to leave each other's side. Especially with Elena's home life. She had a hard life with her parents after coming out about her liking women instead of men. They treated her terribly. Which caused you to beg for your parents to let her stay with you. Having witnessed their actions over video and hearing them over the phone. Which after explaining your parents soon took the proper actions and took her in. After that you and Elena worked hard to earn money. So, you could start with making your dreams a reality. After some time you both finally made enough to go to the city. Well more so on the side of the city in a little cabin of both your own. Seeing that at the time you two needed to start the exploration of the beginning of your adult life.

Even though at first you had Elena at your side. You were scared but happy you took such big steps in your life. Even your parents were happy. You and Elena had found a little cabin on the side of the city that you made your own. After finding your home you both started on making your dreams come true. Elena wanted to be a florist and you wanted to be an artist. It was hard at first trying to pursue your dreams. But you both made due and had each other every step of the way. It made you smile remembering both of your past together. And it made you happy that you still have her in your life after so long. She was the only constant thing in your life besides your mother.

Right now though you were walking through the crowded streets. Your hands tremble as they hold tightly onto your purse strip. As you tried to avoid bumping into people. After some time you soon reached the side of the city.. A chuckle left your lips as you saw your cabin come into view. With a skip in your step you soon reach the front yard of your cabin. It was decorated with flowers from Elena and small wildlife were around. It always brought a smile upon your face when seeing your little home. Skipping to the front door you reach into your bag to grab your keys to open the door. Once it was open you yell out, "Shadow I'm home."

It didn't take much time for the all black Maine Coone to rush over to you. A giggle left you as he brushed himself against your legs. Reaching down you petted him as he purred. As you took off your shoes and coat. After giving him some affection you walked over to the kitchen and got him some food and more water. When done taking care of him you walked over to the couch. Looking around you smiled at your little home.

It was recently that Elena had moved out to be with Tiana in the city. You were sad at first and scared that you would lose her. But with her reassurance you realized she wasn't leaving you. She was just wanting to be closer to Tiana and wanted to give you some space. Which you appreciated. Because now you had become a bit more independent, not relying on Elena. A sigh left you as you turned on the TV. Putting on a show as you pulled a blanket over you to get comfortable. You soon reach into your pocket for your phone.

Remembering your need to text Elena that you were home safe. After letting her know, you soon checked your other messages from potential customers and your mother. When you were done you soon turned off your texting, having it turned to your home screen. A picture of you and Shadow took up the screen.

When you looked over the apps thinking of what you should do your eyes fell on the Cupid Matchmaker App. There was a blue dot on the corner of the purple icon. Showing there were notifications. Shrugging you tapped on the app looking through the notifications you had. Seeing all the upgrades they had on the app. You flicked through them with a sigh. When done seeing them all, you soon see that you had new people who liked your profile. You were looking at all the new people when one profile caught your eyes.

Your eyes widen seeing it. It was a picture of not one but two handsome men. With the name of Tae&Kook as their username. Who were both tattooed with beautiful art and were absolutely down right gorgeous. Clicking on the profile your mouth drops as you look through their pictures. There were pictures of them both together and then selfies of them alone. Many showing off their tattoos or just of them smiling. Rubbing your eyes you couldn't believe it. It was hard to believe that such a profile liked you. But you were confused why there were two men not one.

Sighing you looked down at the 'about me' section and you read hesitantly. It seemed that their names were Taehyung and Jungkook. Both of them were tattoo artists and were partners. What grabbed your attention was that they were looking for another partner. Saying they had more love to give to another. Which had you cough choking on your own saliva. But you continued to read a little more facts about them. Which were miniscule things about them like their favorite music and some of their hobbies.

It was so hard to believe that someone like them liked your profile. For a moment you were worried they were or are a person who was maybe catfishing people with the pictures. Because it was so hard to believe two men like that could exist on this app. But you soon remembered you shouldn't judge people.

Thinking you looked at the like button having your thumb hover over the screen. Knowing you had to like their profile in order for you to start talking to one another. You were soon thinking did you really want to take a chance with them. Were you willing to try and have a relationship with two men? If it came to that. Were you willing to take a chance?

You were thinking when suddenly Tiana's and Elena's words came to your mind. Take a chance. Make mistakes. You never know what will happen. YOLO, you only live once. Life's too short. Shaking your head of their words you looked down at your phone at their main profile picture. A picture of them in all black. With the man you think was Taehyung leaning over with his inked arms wrapped around the other named Jungkook as he sat taking the picture of the two. What drew you in even more was their genuine smiles.

So, with a sigh leaving your lips as you ran your fingers through your long hair. As you thought about it. Biting your lower lip nervously you shrug and said heck with it and pushed the like button. You watched as purple hearts lit up the screen as they floated around. A nervous sigh left your lips as you took your phone and put it on the coffee table in front of you. Standing up and folding your blanket you turn off the TV and pick up your phone heading to your room. Hearing movement behind you, you turned, seeing Shadow following you. Giggling, you open the door to your room. Throwing your phone on the bed you walked into the bathroom and got yourself ready for a shower.

After some time relaxing and cleaning up you then went back to your room. You found Shadow laying on the end of the bed sound asleep. Which had you smile as you walked over. Getting into the bed you pulled the covers over you and reached for your phone. Hoping to read a little bit before bed.

But as you clicked on your phone you were met with your lock screen, a picture of yourself. But what got your attention was the notification telling you had a message on the Cupid Matchmaker App. Putting in your passcode you clicked the app opening it up. Going to your messages on the app you took a deep breath seeing it was from Tae&Kook. Biting your lower lip nervously you take another deep breath trying to calm your nerves. Before clicking their message. Opening it you were met with two simple messages.

- 𝐓𝐚𝐞&𝐊𝐨𝐨𝐤 -

Hello - Tae

- 𝐓𝐚𝐞&𝐊𝐨𝐨𝐤 -

hey! - Kook

You chuckled at yourself for thinking the worst would happen. Before typing down your greeting to them.

- 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 -

Hi

It didn't take long before you saw the three little dots appear. Showing that one of them were typing.

- 𝐓𝐚𝐞&𝐊𝐨𝐨𝐤 -

How are you? - Tae

- 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 -

I'm doing well how are you two doing

- 𝐓𝐚𝐞&𝐊𝐨𝐨𝐤 -

we're doing great as well - Kook

- 𝐓𝐚𝐞&𝐊𝐨𝐨𝐤 -

Can I just say I love the pictures of your art on your profile. - Tae

- 𝐓𝐚𝐞&𝐊𝐨𝐨𝐤 -

well he said it before I could your art really is amazing. but I also want to point out that that huge cat looks awesome. - Kook

- 𝐓𝐚𝐞&𝐊𝐨𝐨𝐤 -

Haha I did say it first. Oh and that cat is cool. What kind is it? - Tae

Reading their messages had you chuckle and blush at their compliments. Before looking over at Shadow. Who had gravitated towards you, now lying beside you curled up into a ball. Smiling you look back at your phone and went through your pictures. Hesitantly you clicked a full picture of Shadow showing his full size and sent it to them. You soon bit your fingernail nervously wait for another reply.

- 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 -

[ sent image ]

- 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 -

He is a black Maine Coone cat

- 𝐓𝐚𝐞&𝐊𝐨𝐨𝐤 -

WOW! hes that big dang I would hate to be on his bad side - Kook

- 𝐓𝐚𝐞&𝐊𝐨𝐨𝐤 -

I agree with Jungkook I would hate to be attack by him - Tae

- 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 -

Yup! his name is Shadow. He's my little fur baby.

- 𝐓𝐚𝐞&𝐊𝐨𝐨𝐤 -

that is no baby. that is some thing else. its a cat the size of a minture dog - Kook

- 𝐓𝐚𝐞&𝐊𝐨𝐨𝐤 -

Calm down Kook! before you scare her away. - Tae

- 𝐓𝐚𝐞&𝐊𝐨𝐨𝐤 -

why would you text that. we're sitting right next to each other. NOW you're going to scare her away - Kook

- 𝐓𝐚𝐞&𝐊𝐨𝐨𝐤 -

NO I WILL NOT - Tae

- 𝐓𝐚𝐞&𝐊𝐨𝐨𝐤 -

WHY ARE YOU YELLING - KOOK

- 𝐓𝐚𝐞&𝐊𝐨𝐨𝐤 -

I'M NOT YELLING! I'M SIMPLY EMPHASIZING THROUGH TEXT WITH ALL CAPS. Side note why'd you write your name in all caps. - Tae

You laughed seeing their banter through the messages. It made you laugh so much you were holding your stomach as you held your phone. It was funny and made you less nervous seeing their banter and humor.

- 𝐓𝐚𝐞&𝐊𝐨𝐨𝐤 -

lets just forget tht and talk to yourusername - Kook

- 𝐓𝐚𝐞&𝐊𝐨𝐨𝐤 -

True. It seems we forgot to introduce ourselves. I am Taehyung Kim or Tae or also known as V. But to keep it simple you just call me Tae. Its why I am signing off as Tae because of our username - Tae

- 𝐓𝐚𝐞&𝐊𝐨𝐨𝐤 -

and I am Jungkook Jeon, JK, or Kook. whats your name? - Kook

- 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 -

Thats the most I have laughed in a long time. And my name is Y/n L/n

- 𝐓𝐚𝐞&𝐊𝐨𝐨𝐤 -

We're happy we could make you lol. But why don't we get to know each other now. Now that all of that is out of the way - Tae

That was how the rest of your night was spent. You texting back and forth with Taehyung and Jungkook. You learnt little things about the two men and them learning about you. You found that the three of you took a liking for art. It was a big part of your lives and it was all three of your passions.

After that the three of you soon started telling jokes to each other. Which led to them coming up with the nickname Kitten for you. Then you three began telling each other about your friends. Them having five friends that were in their life. Which led you to tell them a little bit about Elena and Tiana. But soon your messages became slower. Soon when messaging them you found yourself falling asleep in the middle of waiting for them to message you back. The last thing you saw before going fully asleep and clicking off your phone was the last message of Taehyung and Jungkook.

- 𝐓𝐚𝐞&𝐊𝐨𝐨𝐤 -

Well it seems that your falling asleep on us. so I would like to say goodnight and speak to you tomorrow kitten - Tae

- 𝐓𝐚𝐞&𝐊𝐨𝐨𝐤 -

yes have sweet dreams tonight kitten. - Kook

You sighed as you fell into a deep sleep with a smile upon your lips. You weren't expecting to talk all night with the two of them. But you were happy that you did. It was the most you've ever laughed. Though you knew you forgot to ask them for something. But you soon figured you needed to ask them for a picture of them for proof they are who they say they are. 

#taehyung x reader #jungkook x reader #bts fanfic #bts imagines #bts x reader #bts scenarios #tattoo!taehyung #tattoo!tae #tattoo!jungkook #tattoo au #texting au #social media au

[chocolatedreamer22]

I've read many fanfics that go like "Charlie goes to the chocolate factory but brings his older (usually female) relative with him instead of Grandpa Joe. After the factory, she and Willy Wonka fall in love and they (live happily ever after.)"

That got me thinking "Why hasn't anyone written that story but with a different family?" I did see someone start to do just that, but Charlie and Joe were still heavily involved in the story. What's the point of using a different family if you're still gonna have the Buckets be a main part of the story? Just imagine the difference. Wonka is in love with this person, but he can't stand the child in the family. And the child's parents don't like or trust him and disapprove if his relationship with the other relative. It could be really good for conflict and character development. It'd be way more interesting than how the Buckets always like him right away.

So that's what I'm gonna attempt to do. A cheesy (or should I say chocolatey) Wonka love story but without the Buckets. Honestly, I'm just tired of reading about Charlie all the time. Let's give one of the other kids a chance.

So I'm currently working on two OCs, and I've got some ideas for what kinds of stories I might want to use them in. I even plan on writing a couple stories with BOTH of them in it. I wrote some notes for their characters. I'm still working on them, so I might add/change/remove some things. Here are some of the notes:

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Julia Crystal Sugar (Veruca's Cousin):

23 years old, Tried to go vegan/vegetarian once but got sick, Curious, Observant, Dislikes total silence, Good at baking, Suggests the impossible as a joke, Secretly has a crush on Wonka, Quick learner, Is/Wants to be a veterinarian, Speaks 3 languages, Protective of Veruca, Likes writing, Likes scented candles, Plays piano, Friendly but vengeful, Mom died of cancer, Afraid of heights, Likes cherry flavor, Dislikes mint flavor,

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??? Grace Teavee (Mike's Cousin):

(I haven't picked out a name for her yet, but I know I want it to be gender-neutral.)

25 years old, Wears dark colors, Tomboy, Likes skateboarding, Likes loud music, Likes flame design, Gets nervous if people stare at her, Kinda emo-ish, Likes graffiti, Hates eggs, Likes spicy food, Swears/Curses a lot, Works at GameStop, Good at drawing, Has a bad temper/attitude, Dislikes girly things, Her dad's a jerk but not a bad person, Thinks tattoos are sexy, Might be named Alex,

Let me know if you have any thoughts or suggestions. :)

#charlie and the chocolate factory #willy wonka fanfic #willy wonka fanfiction #oc fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfiction ideas #willy wonka 2005 #mike teavee #veruca salt #willy wonka #catcf 2005 #catcf

[weemsfreak]

The Board Pt 2: The Woman

Summary: Anura Ricci works for the Outcast school board. They're struggling with many factors in life, quietly. They know so much, but can't seem to figure out exactly how to make themself happy. They befriend a certain Principal, and things begin to seem brighter for them. (Probably 12 chapters)

Tw: mention of past SH behaviour

Note: Plz give me feedback if you like it! Or don't like it lol ~2000 words.

Pt 1: The Man

Mid September

As your alarm went off, you looked to the time and saw 5:30am. You questioned why you stayed up until 2am reading old papers in Latin, you knew you needed more sleep than 3 and a half hours. Dreading an hour flight, hour wait, and an hour train ride, you found yourself in the shower, desperately trying to rinse out the cherry red dye that you put in your hair two days prior. Messing with your image was something you did to replace your older coping mechanisms, which according to your husband were much more harmful. They were, you knew, but it's hard to get away from the things that were once so comforting. Watching the red dye fall down your chest and arms, you look to your new tattoo, covered with transparent protective material. The look and feel of your arm was slightly different than you were used to, yet it was all too similar.

On the plane you found yourself diving back into the Latin language. Yes, it is a dead language, but it’s importance in so many subjects lead to the need to be understood by you, in order to posses all the knowledge you longed to. You knew many languages, English, French, Spanish, Italian, Chinese, German and Russian, which you learned by the time you were 25.

The last 5 years have been rocky to say the least. You've been married since you were 20, had this job since you were 18, and knew more than anyone you've ever met. Since you turned 25, you've felt distant from your husband, tired from your job, and haven't been as interested in learning things as you once were. Again, you were tired of your job. The travelling mostly, but also the being alone. Right after you graduated, the outcast board took you on due to your language knowledge, organizational skills, and expertise in many fields. You are exceptionally good at recognizing details and scoping things out when going on school visits, as well as conversing with the teachers and higherups. You were lucky to have this well paying job so young, but when you look back, you can't help but think of the many other jobs that could have benefitted you, and still would.

Finally on the train, you took a break from the Latin and focused on the scenery. There was so much nature and so many trees compared to where you lived, and that's one thing you liked about travelling. Maybe travelling wouldn't even be that bad if you had someone to do it with. Your husband traveled for work, but as he had the same job as you, you never traveled to the same places at the same time, and alas, you were always apart. In the back of your mind you were happy about that, even though you knew you shouldn't be.

At the train station, you looked to the time, 11:25am. You were hungry now as all you ate for breakfast was a protein bar on the plane. Walking through Jericho, you came across a bookstore, flower shop, bar, café, and Pilgrim world. Wait, what's Pilgrim world? Not out of the ordinary for a small town you thought, it intrigued you to learn about the history behind places you travelled to. Stopping at the Weathervane café, you found your way inside and put your suitcase in a corner booth. Since it was lunch time, it was pretty busy. You were used to places being busy though, considering you lived in New York City. You looked at the menu and you decided to just get a breakfast sandwich. Coffee, although you loved it, just heightened your anxiousness, and hot chocolate was not something you found appealing, too sugary.

While you ate your breakfast sandwich, you observed people in the café. Some Nevermore students were there. You remembered reading that they weren’t allowed to go into town during lunch, for safety reasons. Besides them, it looked to be a bunch of older people, and some kids, probably from a normie school. Everyone just looked like a bunch of normies, but I guess you did too, since your ability is not a visibly presenting or obvious one.

After finishing your breakfast sandwich, you walked up to the two students from Nevermore. "Hi, nice to meet you" you said with a smile. They looked at you with a bit of concern, wondering what you would want with them, and why you had a suitcase. "Bella and Sydney, if I remember correctly? I'm joking, of course I do" you said with a smirk, knowing that they were super confused. "Yes, how did you know?" Bella said. "I work for the outcast school board, my name is Mx. Ricci and I am here to observe Nevermore and report on how this term is starting out. I do believe I read somewhere that Nevermore students aren't allowed out in Jericho during lunch due to safety concern, is that true?" you asked them, and they looked at each other in defeat. "Yes, it’s true, we'll walk back to school now, sorry" Sydney said. "Nonsense, I'm getting a taxi there right now, I'll give you both a ride if you show me to Principal Weems' office when we get there." They both half smiled and Bella said "Deal."

 When you got to Nevermore, you were in awe. It was a literal castle, so well kept and decorated, and the iron gates and gargoyles made it look so spooky, in a good way. Bella and Sydney lead you up to Principal Weems' office, and you thanked them before going to knock on her door. To their surprise and yours, Principal Weems called to them while walking towards you from the hall, and they looked like they wanted to run. "Sydney, Bella, what are you doing up here? Aren't you supposed to be in the meal hall?" She chirped at them. "Forgive me Principal Weems, I couldn't find my way to your office and I asked them if they would show me" you smiled at her, knowing it was her from the one photo you remembered seeing. Also, you knew your way to her office, having never been to Nevermore before, because you briefly saw a map of the school online. She turned to them "Well, thank you for your help girls, now get to meal hall before lunch is over". You winked at them before they turned and ran to meal hall, hoping you wouldn't tell principal Weems that you caught them at the Weathervane. Turning back to Principal Weems, you held out your hand, "Principal Weems, I am Anura Ricci, from the board. It is so nice to meet you." Her face turned from stern to soft, she shook your hand but gave you a confused look. "Nice to meet you Mx. Ricci. Forgive me, but I did not know you would be arriving so soon. I would have picked you up from the train station myself." You smiled at her and reassured her with a "no worries." She in fact did look worried, but you weren’t really sure why. She unlocked her office door and pushed it open, gesturing for you to enter first.

Walking over to her taxidermy bear in the corner, you admired all the interesting décor that lined her office. You looked to her huge fireplace on the opposite wall, a couch in front of it. She gestured for you to sit in front of her desk, so you did. "Wow, I saw photos of this place online, but I didn't think it would be this immaculate in person." Larissa sat down at her desk. "Yes, it is quite beautiful, the photos don't do it justice. So, did you attend an outcast school?" You panned to her desk where you saw a unicorn mug resting on it. You smirked, "Yes I did, in Italy. Just a small school, nothing too fancy."

You went over your plans for the next two days with her and she seemed content with you listening in on classes and making sure things were up to date. She took a deep breath, "Mx. Ricci, I must let you know, since you will be here during the event, that I am planning a school trip into Jericho tomorrow. I understand that I am not supposed to be planning outcast-normie events or spending time on these sort of things, but I really think the students would benefit from a trip to Pilgrim world, to learn more of Jericho's history." She paused after spilling this information, in doing so, she sounded like a student telling on themselves for doing something they weren’t supposed to. She continued, "Before you say anything, I funded this trip myself, so no worries about wasting the schools money." No worries? No, worries. Is this why she looked worried earlier? You were extremely confused. "Principal Weems, I appreciate you being honest with me. I am slightly confused though. Why do you sound like you're doing something you aren't supposed to be doing" you let out a giggle, "and why did you fund it yourself? The board allows Nevermore funding for trips like this." She looked to you, more confused than you were. Just then, you recalled hearing something that your co-worker Mr. Martell had said in a meeting awhile ago. You recalled it perfectly. 'That pretentious Hitchcock pin-up shapeshifter. Women think they can do whatever they want, spend all our money, 'fix' normie-outcast relations.' It came back to you like it had just been said. "Principal Weems, I believe you are a pretentious Hitchcock pin-up shapeshifter, according to my co-worker." She looked at you baffled, as she recalled that was exactly what he had called her. You continued, "The board, embarrassingly so, is all over the place. We don't see eye to eye sometimes. If you want to push outcast-normie relations and be involved with the rest of Jericho, please by all means. And as for the funding, you will have all the money you wish, I will see to it." You admired her drive, her motivation, and the way she cared for the students. She let out a breath and put her hand over her chest in relief. She smiled with her teeth and tilted her head, with a "thank you Mx. Ricci." You laughed at her, she looked adorable all anxious, "breathe, Larissa" you joked. "My last board visit was rather, unpleasant, and I was prepared for the same thing again." You looked up at her giggling, knowing who was here last time and what he had said, but not knowing what had really happened. "I do believe Mr. Martell was here last time, and hopefully without sounding pretentious, you're lucky I'm here."

She showed you your temporary quarters and you immediately turned on the tv. Putting on a documentary, you spoke just as she was turning in the doorway about to leave. "Principal Weems, I will be staying here tomorrow to explore the school since no students will be present. I hope you have a joyous day in Jericho, and if you need anything, don't hesitate to call." She nodded and a blush was evident on her cheeks, you knew she was relieved that you were not unpleasant, like a certain man. "Mx. Ricci, may I ask you a question?" You nodded your head yes, wondering why she had to ask. "I know nothing about you, but you seem to know things about me. How did you know who I was when you saw me, and how did you know about my last board visit exactly?" You grinned, you knew more about her than that. "I remember things I hear and see when they're something that I care about. I saw your photo online before I arrived. If I'm not being too forward Principal Weems, in person you are quite beautiful. The photo doesn't do you justice, to quote yourself" you said with a wink. You sat down and got lost in the documentary.

Pt 3: Trivia

#larissa weems fanfic #principal larissa weems #larissa x reader #larissa x oc #wednesday netflix #so gay omg #nonbinary reader #gwendolineuniverse

[your-friendly-neighbourh00d-fag]

(hi I'm thickskulldotmp3!)

talk funkobra to me (if you want) 👀... I don't necessarily ship them (I don't really ship anyone here atp I'm more interested in the ambiguities and complexities of non-romantic interpretations tbh) but I would love to hear any miscellaneous headcanons or Thoughts you might have on them. I think they're crazy about each other in every sense of the phrase and that's beautiful

you're actually so real for being more interested in platonic 'joy stuff, there's soooo many cool dynamics to explore.

however i am also funkobra trash, so lets goo!!

totally agree, even if im not writing them as In Love, they have to be at least a little obsessed with each other. something about them being the only ones to understand the intricacies of eachother's brains. the shared madness of two.

they both get really destructive i think, only ghoul gets really self destructive and kobra gets outwardly destructive. they're the only ones who will indulge each other. like poison will tell kobra it isn't healthy, and fighting random 'joys in bars is bad, and he should talk about it instead, etc. etc. but ghoul will just get on the back of kobra's bike and go with him. yeah, it isn't healthy, but sometimes you need to do dumb shit.

kobra's a really good artist, so he's designed a few of ghoul's tattoos. ghoul's DONE some on himself, but kobra's always drawn the stencil.

ghoul always spends ages in the workshop making bombs, and kobra always spends ages in the workshop making bike mods and stuff, and sometimes they don't talk for hours, just feel comfort in the fact that the other is there.

but, what they do do, is make little trinkets for each other and pass them wordlessly across the bench. ghoul's favourite is soldering tiny flowers for kobra. one time kobra made a flower crown but out of wires for ghoul. he'd worn that one for days before kobra made him take it off.

they're SOOOOOO physically clingy. like, they can't have a rational conversation without ghoul's arm around kobra's shoulder, their legs tangled, heads knocking against each other, just something. they're always touching in some way, and it pisses poison and jet the fuck off.

^ for a bonus, poison and jet are rarely physically affectionate, their main love language is words of affirmation. every sentence has honey or sweetheart or babe tacked on the end, and they say i love you like every five minutes.

^ also, kobra has a lot of issues verbalizing big important things like 'i love you,' so usually when ghoul says it, he'll give it back in morse code. however he can. squeezing ghoul's hand, tapping the small of his back, clicking a pen. ghoul always understands.

a lot of the time, both of them have trouble sleeping. that's why they always sleep so tucked together, pressed so close that you can't tell who's arm is who's. BUT, when that doesn't work for one or both of them, they go out for a mid night joyride. anywhere. sometimes it's just aimlessly around the desert, sometimes they want the thrill of a clap, it doesn't really matter. kobra just drives off, presses his back into ghoul's chest to remind himself that he's still there.

kobra's a really good singer!! i say this specifically because i just wrote a band au, and people always go, oh, killjoys = mcr, so if they're in a band, kobra's the bassist, pois is the singer, jet and ghoul on guitars, but i DISAGREE. to me: kobra would sing, jet would play bass, poison would play guitar, and ghoul would play drums. fight with the wall <3

kobra teaches ghoul to read, because he couldn't for ages, and as much as he likes kobra reading to him, it pisses ghoul the hell off when everyone but him can do stuff.

ghoul is a Hoarder. like, it's bad. kobra has opened their wardrobe multiple times to find old keepsakes stashed away, and whenever they try to go through them, ghoul finds a way to convince kobra they're important.

thanks for the ask! i love speaking funkobra :))

#piper's askbox #funkobra #fun ghoul #kobra kid #headcanons #danger days #the true lives of the fabulous killjoys #mcr #piper writes

[ill-skillsgard]

Definitely would love more Faust and faith!

A/N: I have been really loving this FxF renaissance and I thank everyone who sent in prompts for more Faust stuff. It's made me so happy to write them again and I hope you continue enjoying and letting me know your thoughts. Reblog and stuff if you'd like to read more!

Warning: 18+ Smut (unprotected sex/oral), alcohol consumption, mature language, one use of the r-word and some brief mentions of non-consent, violence, angst, and Faust crying.

Summary: Faust discovers something about Faith that drives him back to the brink of uncontrollable aggression. Can he continue burying his demons to stay with her, or will they overtake him once more?

- Not based on Lords of Chaos. I use Faust!Valter’s likeness only as inspiration.

Read more Faust x Faith here [x]

Faith couldn't get back to sleep the first time she woke at 6 am to Faust snoring behind her. Waking next to him again made her throat tighten with guilt. As much as she tried to move on—promised herself that even if she saw him again, she wouldn't take him back—she fell right back into his snare.

It was no small thing. The man was obsessive, impulsive, quick to anger, and selfish. Not only that, but Faust was withholding and, controlling, charming... Intoxicating. Greedy. Violent. Faust was too much. Leaving her safe boyfriend was stupid, and she could already see the problems from her comfy spot next to him, where his breath tickled her skin.

She didn't want to think of the future. All she wanted was to stare at his lips and admire how he looked without a scowl. To touch him and enjoy the way he smelled. To remember what it was like when they first met, and he was only a mystery and had no blood on his hands. Those were different times; she had changed, and Faust had not.

He woke in a daze an hour into her studying his face and said nothing as he rubbed his eyes and felt an enormous wave of lust hit him. Some of the night's recollections stirred, and he remembered who was beside him and grabbed Faith around the waist, pulling her close.

"Good morning," she said.

"Mmmph," his voice was gruff, barely above a whisper. "Kiss me."

What Faith thought would be a sweet peck to seal their rekindling quickly turned into open-mouthed, moaning, and Faust rubbing his crotch against her thigh. He could barely keep his eyes open when he whispered, "fuck me."

Faith climbed over his hips and waited for him to look up at her before sinking down on his cock. She expected a smile when he finally opened his eyes, but he choked and sat up, hands clamping around her ribs.

"What the fuck is that?"

Faith looked down at the small tattoo she had under her breast and giggled.

"Um, it's a rose."

"It's a tattoo."

"Yeah, so what?"

"Why?"

"What do you mean why? Because I got it."

"Why would you get a tattoo?"

Faith scoffed. "Who even cares? Everyone has tattoos these days."

"Yeah, but you... You don't get tattoos."

She smoothed back his hair, laying it over his shoulders before taking his face in her hands and kissing him.

"You don't get to tell me what to do."

"Faith..."

"Are you going to get mad about every little thing I did while we were broken up? You barely even know me anymore."

"People don't just change in a year."

"Yes, they do. Well, at least I did. You wouldn't know. Maybe if you asked me how I've been rather than making me have sex with you, you'd know that."

"Making you, huh?"

"You seduced me."

"You're the one who was all over my cock last night. I seem to remember you pouting over a rubber."

Faith kissed him again, giggling. "You are the one who brought me to your place and wouldn't stop saying you needed my pussy to live and how everything sucks without me, and you can't get it up for anyone else. Trust me. You were drunk."

"So you took advantage of me."

"How!?"

"By existing."

Faith smacked his shoulder. "Shut up. You're gonna have to get used to how things are now."

"Oh, yeah?" Faust asked, palms sliding up and down her thighs, lip caught between his teeth. "And how are things now?"

"First of all, I have a new place. I'm renting a room in a house with other students. So, no more sharing a dorm," said Faith.

"That's nice."

"And I got a job at a bar—"

"You fucking what?"

"Relax. It's a bar in a restaurant. Nothing like the bars you go to."

"And you got a boyfriend."

Faith's smile disappeared. "Yeah... I got a boyfriend."

"Is he gonna continue being a problem?"

"Not if you don't make it one," Faith said, glaring. "Don't even fucking start, Faust. You said you fucked other girls, and you don't see me trying to fight them."

"Fucking isn't the same as seeing someone. And I got the black eye to show for it."

"Is that so? Then what are we right now? Fucking or seeing each other?"

"Right now... We're fucking around. I just got back from tour, and you just got out of a relationship. You're working at a bar now, I guess; I'm unemployed again. You'd be an idiot to come back to me."

"What happened to saying I belonged to you last night?"

Faust clamped his hands on her hips and pulled her onto the mattress next to him. He looked into her eyes, holding back a smirk. "You said it yourself... I was drunk. Saying stupid shit."

"Faust!"

"You didn't have to break up with your boyfriend just to hop on my dick. You could have just fucked me and kept it a secret like most people would."

"You made me!"

"I didn't make you have sex with me. You wanted it. You said you wanted to fuck, and I gave you what you asked for."

"You said you loved me!"

"I do love you."

"Then what are we?"

Faust rested his hand on her shoulder. "I'm the guy whose cock you're gonna start stroking in about two seconds. And you're the little fucking slut who's gonna open her mouth and take everything I wanna put in it. Got that?"

His voice came over her like a sheet of gravel. When he darkened and his grip on her strengthened, her resistance waned. The black sparkle in his curious pale eyes charmed her all over again. But she had to remain strong. Stronger than the girl who had fallen in love with him first. With her newfound independence still intact, she had sex with him once more, showered, and told him she had to go. Faust tried hard to pretend he was okay with her leaving and stayed quiet as she grabbed her things and walked out the door, blowing a kiss as she went.

Faust fell asleep alone and awoke hours later, pining for her already.

~*~

He wasn't sure when to find her again. Faith was ever-present on his mind, but he didn't want to overwhelm her. He understood that his sudden appearance had shoved a wrench in the spokes of her life, and overdoing it could drive her away. But she had left the other guy and professed her love to him. It was enough to keep him comfortable, knowing she wasn't likely to go running back to Hunter any time soon.

Instead of showing up at her work, he did the next best thing and bought a phone and internet plan for his new place. With a connection, he could find her online and send her a message like he used to when they first started seeing each other. It was a non-threatening approach, he thought, until he stumbled upon her Instagram account and spent the better part of an hour scrolling through the posts made during their time apart. Photo after photo of Faith with Hunter... Kissing him, riding bikes together, out for dinner, Hunter standing next to her fucking dad. And they were smiling so genuinely Faust wanted to smash his new phone into the fresh drywall.

Then he saw the documentation of her tattoo appointment. Not only did Faith have a tattoo on her ribs, but Hunter had the same one in the same place. They had gone to the local tattoo shop together, and Faith posted a mirror photo of them showing off their fresh ink side by side, her bralette showing as she lifted her shirt up and stuck out her tongue.

His stomach bubbled and snapped like a boiling pot, his chest so tight he could barely breathe. He wanted to carve the little black rose out of Hunter's skin with a red hot knife and then pin that square of skin to his heart with the blade driven deep. Sweat beaded on his forehead as a curdling wave of nausea came up from his guts. It was the worst sensation he had ever felt, ten times worse than a hangover. Faust wretched in the bathroom, slamming his fist into the tile to relieve some of the blinding anger.

Faust had to keep reminding himself that Faith had, understandably, left him because of the voices hijacking his brain. They were there now, whispering and laughing and telling Faust to find Hunter, to stick something sharp through his windpipe, to organize another burning, to dispose of the other man permanently. But they had pushed him too far before, to the brink of jail time, into a room with an investigator who questioned his whereabouts on the night the Trinity Church went up in flames and a man burned alive within its smoldering walls. He had been lucky that time. Too lucky.

And though he had walked away with an alibi, Faith distanced herself. Letting her leave was a good idea at the time.

Faust waited. He waited for the photos with Hunter on her Instagram page to disappear so he could quit checking up on her, and he waited for the right time to track her down. It was an intense exercise in self-restraint, but nothing Faust hadn't done before.

He waited a week to ask if they could meet up. He expected her to reply right away, only knowing her to do so, but Faith answered him hours later at midnight. She was out at a bar with some friends from school and told Faust she wasn't leaving but that he could find her. So he did.

Faust hopped in his car and drove to a dive bar downtown where some shitty dad rock band played on a stage the size of a loading pallet. The place was barely a room, and Faust saw her right away at the end of the bar and felt all kinds of conflicting emotions. There she was, his Faith, dressed in all black, wearing fishnet tights and a form-fitting skirt that hugged her ass tightly. The skirt rode up with every step she took, and her makeup was different, and he wasn't sure he liked it. She was in the middle of a lively conversation with a blond girl he had never seen before. Instead of going straight to her, Faust sauntered to the opposite end of the bar and ordered a beer.

Finally, as the blond pulled Faith along by her bracelets, she turned and noticed him, his height unmistakable. His eyebrows shot up as she stopped and stared.

"Faust! You're here," she said.

"Yeah, I'm here. And what are you doing here? Wouldn't your dad go fucking nuts if he found out you were hanging out in a place like this?"

"What? Are you gonna tell on me?"

Faust made a mocking face and beckoned her with a casual nod. The way she looked dressed in the tight, black get-up made him want to make fun of her, but she was stunning. Too stunning. No doubt others had noticed her. He touched her back, pulled her in, and said for anyone nearby to hear, "Do you want something to drink, princess?"

Faith went stiff against him, though she giggled.

"I'll be right back. I'm going with my friend."

"Oh, yeah? Where you two going?"

"Outside."

It was then Faust noticed a particular smell on her.

"Faith...Have you been smoking?"

"No! My friend does. I just have her cigarettes on me because she doesn't have a purse."

"Bullshit."

"I'm serious!"

"Then let me come out with you."

"No, Faust. My friends don't know about... us."

"What the fuck do you mean they don't know about us? Everyone knows about us."

"Not them! I have different friends now. People you don't know. They're not metalheads."

"Ah, I gotcha. You haven't told your little friend that you broke up with what's-his-face yet."

"Please don't bring that up tonight."

Faust gave a prolonged nod, scoffed, and shook his head while her cheeks burned. He had discovered yet another facet of her that he never knew existed. A false side. One that wasn't so shiny and hid the truth. Faust couldn't help but laugh.

"Alright, princess. I like this little dirty side you have going on. Why don't you go outside with your friend, then come find me. I'll buy you both a drink."

Faith squashed a devious smile and backed away from him, biting her lip. She turned and left the bar for twenty minutes. At that time, Faust chugged two beers and ordered a shot of whiskey. By the time Faith returned with her friend in tow, he was less sober, and Faith was looking at him like she wanted to jump his bones in the bar in front of everyone.

"So, girls. What will it be?"

"We'll have a Jack and Coke," said Faith.

"And how are you two planning on getting home?"

"What does it matter?"

"I dunno. I guess it depends on where you're going after last call."

"Oh, you curious?" the blond asked.

Faust didn't answer the question. "What's your name, doll?"

"It's Kasey," she giggled. "But you can keep calling me doll if you want."

A grin unfurled over Faust's lips, and it made Faith's heart skip a beat. When she looked at Kasey looking at Faust, it was immediately clear she found him attractive. And she should have known, for she and Kasey had bonded over their similar tastes. Kasey's eyes sparkled up at him, as most would meeting one of his genuine smiles. In the low lights, Kasey watched how Faust carried himself, stiff yet confident, his side profile and striking cheekbones, pale green eyes, and lips soft and full. The long black hair, the leather jacket, the bullet belt, stark black jeans, and boots—he was something that stepped out of her bad girl dreams.

Faust had had no intention of having a good time at the bar, but the way Faith monitored Kasey's advances was too delicious for him not to encourage a little bit. He supplied them with a drink and let the night unfold with a sick sense of vengeance warming his belly. Faith now had to bathe in the water she drew from keeping secrets about them and lying by omission. They both knew it, and poor Kasey had no clue she had become Faust's instrument of the night, playing on her attraction to him to keep Faith by his side too.

The plan worked, and he found himself outside the bar as the band took a break, Faith sidling up to him as he smoked a cigarette. Kasey had gone to the washroom, and they had a free moment to talk without blaring music and loud conversations.

"So, are you gonna like... Fuck my friend?" Faith asked.

"Depends... Are you gonna keep pretending like you don't know me?"

"I'm not pretending like I don't know you! We've been hanging out all night."

"You're acting like I didn't fuck two huge loads into you last week."

"Ugh, I don't care! I just don't want her to touch your arm again. Why are you letting her?"

"We're not dating anymore, baby. Your fuckin' matching tattoo with your boyfriend says it all."

Faith paled.

"Yeah, didn't think I'd find out about that, did you?"

"You moved away! You said I should forget about you, so I tried. But now I feel like I can't live without you."

"You, can Faith. You've been doing it."

"It doesn't feel right, though, beetle. Please."

"Now who's fucking drunk? Saying dumb shit."

"I tanked my life because of you. Do you even understand how fucking pissed my dad's gonna be when he finds out I broke up with Hunter?"

"Broke up with him to get back with me?"

"I don't know! I just know that I want you."

"But we don't know each other that well. Are you sure you want to go home with me? You gonna tell your girlfriend you're leaving with the guy she wants to fuck?" 

Faith grabbed his arm, and he let her drag him away.

"Where's your fucking car? Let's go home."

Faust snickered. "My place or yours?"

"I don't fucking care. Let's go."

The thought of Kasey touching Faust drove her hand to his lap while at a stop light. He looked down briefly, smirked, and directed his attention back to the road. She leaned closer and squeezed his thigh. Every few seconds, Faust would look down at Faith's hand in a different stage of unrest, rubbing his crotch, yanking open his belt, and struggling with the button and zipper. And he didn't make it much easier besides leaning back and parting his knees. Once freed and she began stroking, Faust relaxed and chuckled.

"So desperate for cock, aren't you, slut?"

The question activated a latent urge within her. There were no more thoughts of anything but him, his voice, his body. Faust recognized this girl, how she squirmed and bit her lip, eyeing him constantly. Faith had fallen submissive, and he was happy to stoke the urges he missed so much. 

"Be a good girl, and show me what you like to do with that mouth."

"Um, should I take off my seatbelt?"

"Whatever you need to do to get those gorgeous lips around my dick, princess."

No matter how much makeup or fishnet she wore, Faith was still unsure. He liked that about her. He had never met anyone so timid yet feisty. The women he had used to replace her physically never reminded him of anything but his persistent love for the woman climbing over the seat to insert her head under his arms. The downtown streets were alive that night, and Faust pulled up beside an elevated truck, hoping the passengers didn't look down to see Faith bobbing up and down on his lap.

Faust swerved once as his eyes rolled back and he groaned, her mouth wrapped tight around his tip, humming. He drew a breath in through his teeth and shook his head as though trying to remain conscious.

The drive to Faith's house was difficult, but he made it before she could suck the life out of him. Faith stumbled out of the car, laughing, into Faust's arms. He righted her and followed the wobbling girl through the house to her apartment on the second floor. Faith struggled with her key, and when the door swung open, her scent wafted into the hallway, enveloping his senses in a warm wave of familiarity. He smiled as he looked around, her belongings taking up space and decorated to suit her tastes, but his grin faded when he saw her bump into the table and almost lose her footing, trying to take off her high heels.

"Come to the bedroom," Faith slurred.

Faust took slow steps and met her at the doorway, peering into the room as though he were gazing into a stranger's underwear drawer. She stood on her tiptoes to kiss him, unaware of his growing discomfort, until he made no move to kiss her back.

"What's wrong?" Faith asked.

"You're fucking wasted."

"So?"

"I'm uh... Yeah, we can't fuck."

Faith's jovial expression disintegrated, replaced with a sneer. "Are you serious? You won't fuck me, but you'll let me suck your dick the whole way here?"

"I didn't realize how drunk you were until we got out of the car."

"Faust, don't be a pussy. Come on. I know you wanna fuck me. Why else did you come over?"

"Maybe that was the plan," he said, gripping her wrists and forcing her hands away. "But, no."

"What the hell? Are you joking? I brought you all the way here, and we're not even gonna fuck?"

Faust scoffed. "I'm not fucking a drunk chick. I'm not a fucking predator."

"But I want it," she whined.

"I don't give a shit what you want. Take off your makeup, get in your pajamas, and drink some water."

"You can't fucking tell me what to do! Who are you, my dad?"

Faust captured her by the shoulders. His powerful stare brought silence over the room as Faith stared up at him, trying not to pout. Her eyes filled with tears, but Faust was insusceptible to her tactics.

"You need to sober up."

"Fuck you. Hunter would fuck me if he were you."

The rapid energy shift in the room made Faith take a step back, regretting her words instantly. The man towering over her snarled, and one hand that had been gripping her shoulder went to her neck. He didn't squeeze but supported her so she couldn't look away.

"Guess the fuck what? I'm here, and he's not. He will never be me. I suggest you never mention his name ever again. But it's good to know he'd fuck you if you were wasted."

"No, Faust, it's not like that!"

Faust backed her into the wall and diminished his height, boxing her in with his whole body, eyes drilling into her while his teeth flashed. "You are mine. That other son of a bitch will never be half a fucking thought in your head ever again, understand? You belong to me, you've always belonged to me, and I don't care how it was while I was gone. All that's done now. Don't ever call or text, or message him ever again. Delete his entire fucking existence, or I promise you, it will be a thousand times worse than last time."

Faith struggled against him. The deadpan coldness in his eyes and his persistent grip on her became claustrophobic, and she threw his hands off of her, tears rolling loose over her cheeks.

"Shut up! Don't you hear how ridiculous you sound?" Faith cried. "You're so opposed to touching me if I've had a drink or two—"

"Way more than two—"

"I said shut up, Faust! I'm not finished."

Faust withdrew and gave her some breathing room as she wiped her nose and sniffled. "You act like it's rape, but I know you've fucked other girls at parties while they were plenty more drunk. I know that for a fact because Anika told me stories about you after you left. So what's the difference between that and..." Another bout of sobs turned her mascara muddy. "You've hurt others, Faust. Really bad. So bad that it ruined what we had. And what we had seemed so perfect. It'll never be the same. When I look at you, I'm scared."

"I promised myself I'd never disrespect a woman, but I did—I used to. I have major fucking problems, Faith. But all of that went away when I met you. And then that sick fuck did what he did to you and those girls. It just took over. The thought of somebody hurting you... I can't. I fucking promised myself I'd never end up like my piece of shit father, yet here I am. Full circle. Everything I hate, I've become. No matter how hard I tried to be the opposite of him, I turned out just like the motherfucker."

Before he could say more, Faust pressed his mouth shut and backed away. Not once since they met had Faust brought up his parents. The horror on her face brought him crashing back into reality, and he shook his head, unable to meet her eyes without the salt and heat of tears stinging his. Faith followed him, hungry to witness the anguish on his face after having let go, to see him lose control and cry.

"You think I don't regret what I did? I don't want to hurt people! But it's like this entity lives with me. I can't fucking think of another man touching you without feeling like my heart will explode and kill me. I'm so full of anger, and it reminds me of last time."

"What do you mean?"

"Like I'm gonna do something horrible."

"No, you're not," Faith grabbed his elbows and shook him. "You are not going to do that again. If you love me, you won't. And I'm not saying that to protect Hunter. I'm saying it because I can't be with you if you can't get a hold of yourself. It can't happen again."

"It won't."

"Promise me, Faust. Look me in the eyes and promise me you won't do that shit ever again."

She hugged him close, panicked by his silence. He pressed her whole frame into him and looked off through the window at the moon-washed street, remembering. The calculated torture, the screams, and the flames were all there, yet so were his memories of falling in love with the girl sobbing into his chest.

"I promise," he said.

"You swear?"

"I won't do anything. Just give me another chance. I'll be different."

Faith nodded, the last of her sniffles chased away when he leaned down and kissed her. By then, Faith was too tired, and the thought of sleeping next to him again soothed her nerves. Though his lips tasted perfect, her desire was only to lie down with his body pressed around her. Faust needed no guidance, and they both stripped down to their underwear and climbed into bed, where they fell asleep, sharing each other's breath between them.

#Faust x Faith #Valter Skarsgard #Valter Skarsgard Fanfiction

[bengiyo]

get to know me ask game

Thanks for tagging me @telomeke

RULES: bold the ones that are true & tag 10 people to do it.

APPEARANCE

blonde hair // I prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // I have one or more piercings // I have at least one tattoo // I have dyed or highlighted my hair // I have gotten plastic surgery // I have or had braces // I sunburn easily // I have freckles // I paint my nails // I typically wear makeup // I don’t often smile // I am pleased with how I look // I prefer Nike to Adidas // I wear baseball hats backwards

Growing up the way I did gave me a few complexes about my appearance. It's something I'm still working through.

HOBBIES & TALENTS

I play a sport // I can play an instrument // I am artistic // I know more than one language // I have won a trophy in some sort of competition // I can cook or bake without a recipe // I know how to swim // I enjoy writing // I can do origami // I prefer movies to tv shows // I can execute a perfect somersault // I enjoy singing // I could survive in the wild on my own // I have read a new book series this year // I enjoy spending time with friends // I travel during work or school breaks // I can do a handstand

I played Academic Games for most of my academic career and finally won a first-place trophy in Propaganda in my final year at Nationals (Hilariously, one of the games I used to hate). I was also part of a pickup team that challenged the reigning champions in 3 of our 4 games. I can make a lot of our regular meals without having to refer to recipes much. I am actually a strong swimmer. As much as I love series, I find it's easier to share a movie with a friend, and I love my friends! It's why I got a huge sectional! So many of my friends don't live near me, so I travel a lot now.

RELATIONSHIP

I am in a relationship // I have been single for over a year // I have a crush // I have a best friend who I’ve known for ten years // my parents are together // I have dated my best friend // I am adopted // my crush has confessed to me // I have a long distance relationship // I am an only child // I give advice to my friends // I have made an online friend // I met up with someone I have met online

I realized I was ace-spectrum about a decade ago, and so I haven't really dated someone in a long time. I'm a slow starter, and haven't gelled with someone who was okay with that in a very long time. I've had many an old friend, though! I have lots of best friends of more than 10 years! My parents are still going strong at 36 years and are having the best time as retirees. I've dated a best friend; it didn't work. I give advice to friends, but it's usually because they ask. I am mostly made of online friends, and I even met some last week!

AESTHETICS

I have heard the ocean in a conch shell // I have watched the sun rise // I enjoy rainy days // I have slept under the stars // I meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // I enjoy the smell of the beach // I know what snow tastes like // I listen to music to fall asleep // I enjoy thunderstorms // I enjoy cloud watching // I have attended a bonfire // I pay close attention to colors // I find mystery in the ocean // I enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favorite season

So, I was a Boy Scout, so I have done a lot of these just by happenstance.

MISCELLANEOUS

I can fall asleep in a moving vehicle // I am the mom friend // I live by a certain quote // I like the smell of sharpies // I am involved in extracurricular activities // I enjoy Mexican food // I can drive a stick shift // I believe in true love // I make up scenarios to fall asleep // I sing in the shower // I wish I lived in a video game // I have a canopy above my bed // I am multiracial // I am a redhead // I own at least 3 dogs

I'm an American in the South. If you can't sleep in a moving vehice you will suffer. I'm like the dad friend, in that I get asked for help with the most specific shit. I live by the quote: "Be brave enough to be kind." Who doesn't like Mexican food??

I think the whole squad has already been tagged, but tag me back if you do this!

#tag meme

[orange-peony]

20 questions for fic writers!

Thank you @artsyunderstudy for tagging me in this game!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

65 works, one active WIP and several works in the making.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

1,365,752 (wowsers, I am very verbose)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Mainly HP and Carry On, but I used to write in loads of other fandoms back in the days.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Constellations on your skin (drarry, 56k, E) Feather (drarry, 35k, E) New Slang (drarry, 25k, E) Graceless Heart (drarry, 132k, E) The birds and the bees (drarry, 32k, E)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I usually do because I like thanking people for their kindness. Receiving a comment usually gives me a spark of joy, so I feel like replying is the least I can do. Sometimes I get overwhelmed with a particular fic, and I end up not replying, but I still read every single comment and cherish even the ones with an emoji.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I only write happy endings, sorry.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

All of them? I've been told that some were sappy, but I genuinely can't say which are happier than others. For me they're all just as they should be.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Yes, sometimes. I used to get upset, but now I just reply with an a "write your own fic, then" or delete and move on.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Always and the emotional kind (hopefully).

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I have only written one, and I've deleted it from AO3. It was a snowbaz story set at Hogwarts, so an HP crossover. I had a lot of fun writing it!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Hopefully not!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes, only once because I don't usually allow translations of my stories.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I have for a fest, and also did it ages ago with friends for fun.

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

This question is way too hard! Drarry and snowbaz. Don't make me choose because I can't.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I have quite a few that are in the planning stage but are kind of languishing at the moment. I don't want to jinx it, but there's a very angsty malepreg drarry fic that I don't think I have the heart to write (I can't put them through that much drama) and the snowbaz where Baz writes fics, because someone told me it already exists and it has shitloads of kudos, which put me off the idea because my brain went "why bother?".

16. What are your writing strengths?

No idea. Feelings? I pour a lot of them into the mix and somehow people find some kind of resonance.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Descriptions. I suck so much at describing places and things. Always have, and I do try to describe more, but I just forget to. I'm bad, I know...

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I've done it, and it was a lot of fun.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Gosh, that was a million years ago. I want to say Lord of the Rings, but I am not sure.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

I can't pick one, but I've got my favourite five here:

Broken (Snowbaz, 43K, rated E) - Lady Chatterley's Lover AU, so many feelings. There's star gazing and a Simon with a fever, plus Buckle the dog. Monster (Drarry, 71k, rated E) - my first collab with the wonderful @pato-roldnart. Such an amazing experience! Featuring Veela + werewolf Draco and an extremely touch-starved Harry. Chilly Feet (Drarry, 13k, rated E) - soulmates AU with soulmarks that are not there. Draco knows so many facts and is possibly a little bit on the spectrum in this one. He's one of my very favourite Dracos. On your skin (Snowbaz, 30k, rated E) - tattoo parlour/flowershop AU that I posted before My Rosebud Boy came out, so it felt very special. I love these Simon and Baz an awful lot. Graceless Heart (Drarry, 132k, rated E) - I've recently re-read it and decided that I really like it. I poured an awful lot of myself into this fic, and it still feels quite raw, but I like how it turned out.

Tagging @crazybutgood, @bubble-gumhead, @avenueofesc, @rockingrobin69, @larkral, @facewithoutheart, @martsonmars, @hushed-chorus, @captain-aralias, @cassiaratheslytherpuff, @m0srael, @toast-the-unknowing, @vukovich and anyone who fancies doing this.

#writing #my writing

[staliamazing]

tag game TEHEH

name: sarah !!!! c'est moi

age: twenty, to be twenty-one soon-ish. i am planning a party. will i go through with it? who's to say.

star sign: taurus sun, capricorn rising, gemini moon. i have beef with geminis so the last one deeply upsets me.

first language: english

second language: je parle français !!

i was near fluent and have my B2 but don't practice anymore. i am considering getting back into it because i feel i need more hobbies and highly regret throwing out all my textbooks and notes. (that's a whole other story i LOVED school and threw out all my damn notes and stuff?!?!? sarah you dumb dumb)

favorite lip product: that lush lip scrub! i've lost my peppermint tub but anticipate it turning up when i least expect it. my lips always has excess skin peeling off for some reason so its great to feel exfoliated!

the best food dish you can make without a recipe? um. pizza bread! pizza, pizza sauce, cheese. eat up friends!

if you drink tea, what kind? none, get away from me. SOMETIMES lipton peach iced tea but only if im at mad mex.

if you drink coffee, what roast do you usually get? see last answer. i get the jitters.

favorite thing to watch on youtube right now: THE BALD AND THE BEAUTIFUL. i;ve been watching upwards of two episodes every night in bed.

favorite thing to watch on youtube in 2012: for sure mormon family vloggers. pick a channel i probably watched them. i have no fucking clue why!

favorite item of clothing right now: new graphic tee! the alice oseman x everpress collab with this gorg patchwork design and all little queer and trans doodles over it! the proceeds went to LGBTQIA+ refugees <3 i fucking love graphic tees holy shit

favorite item of clothing in 2012: some form of graphic leggings im certain.

fandom -

three movies you recommend: the half of it on netflix - watched recently and was confused but pleasantly surprised

your favorite concert: either one i went to with my gf! they were both great experiences even though i was shitting myself before both because i have a lot of sound and crowd sensitiivities ( # actually autistic). i loved being in the pit for ATL despite not knowing any songs and i like how you can feel the music inside you.

have you ever unfollowed someone over a fandom opinion? no i've actually followed someone because i love getting mad <3 over time i have grown to really respect them and where their views come from which im proud of because i can be a bit close-minded.

the best tv show you watched last year: i watch a lot of shows! recently though i watched euphoria and understood the hype. couldn't rewatch though. it felt like a disservice to the shock factor i feel like the show really feeds off.

do you have a fancasting you just can’t let go of? don't pay much attention to fancasts!

a ship you’ve abandoned: im so sorry amy and rory from doctor who... i legit met them too. it just doesnt hit the same and im glad they divorced. amy was too swept up in the doctor and rory is a damn sweetheart who honestly deserves better. ALSO maya and lucas from girl meets world - bit random honestly why did they do that. lucas and riley from day one. maya and zay!

on a scale of 1-10 how willing are you to share your ao3 history? 7? depends on who to! anyone on here sure. not real people they'd be like "what do you mean you like fics where that little thug man wears short skirts" they just wouldnt UNDERSTAND

what fandom do you wish was bigger? tori spring fandom! maybe it is and i just dont know but.

do you have a fandom tattoo? yah, the fandom of my high school english teacher! most of my tats are literary inspired and specifically books i read in school for the curriculum.

my others are - phoebe bridgers related

gf related (she tattooed me) (fave fandom) (she's the best)

has a finale ever ruined a show for you? definitely i just can't remember which lmao im sorry

have you…

swam in an ocean? yep! swam is a strong word though. i've been in and bobbed up and down! i usually run from the tide.

been vegan/vegetarian? both! at different times. it was very much part of my friend and family culture growing up.

gone skinny dipping? yes, in my exs best friends dads girlfriends dead uncles pool :) honestly 10/10 swimming with clothes on is so random? i think its so beautiful how people look under the blue wavy water of the pool.

gone skiing? no i am scared of the snow since learning about crevasses in year 4 and almost falling off a ski lift at a very young age. i do love the cold and the ski lodge episode of gmw though.

thanks for the tag @iansw0rld, these are fun :)

#tag game

[imjustabeanie]

Here’s the infir for our trade:

My style has a rockstar gf vibe. Sometimes softer colours too. I'm hourglass shaped and almost curvy, but I spend lots of time training (MMA) so instead im lowkey athletic with some muscle. I've got dark gray almond shaped eyes and medium lengst wavy blonde wolfcut with (renee rapp-style) bangs. Ironically (for Hazbin) I often hear that I look Angel-like? Like, even from strangers on the street?? That or that I’m intimidating. Ngl, that strokes my ego a bit (as all the other times I had strangers compliment me, tho I try to be neutral abt it bc ofc I’m pretty), but idk what really makes me come across that way. Got some casual makeup on usually. I’ve got some scars and bruises from training, don’t mind most, not too fond of my scar from a sword fight (long story), bc it’s big (and I hate that somebody might think that I lost it; my ego >>> my body - with injuries like that). Also, got a hidden tattoo. Yeah yeah, my youth group (idk how to actually say it in eng) doesn’t allow it, I’ve got my rep but give me some sweet hypocrisy as a treat (/hj), I think the tattoo looks awesome (yeah, it was diy). I’m social & extroverted. I write songs and am in a band. Other than that I like to tease ppl if given the opportunity; others say I’m flirty - bold with it at that. I’m ambitious too. I don't take shit from ppl, im far from meek. I have npd (if you want to look it up without reading scientific papers, go on tumblr, bc the rest of the internet is filled with ‘demonic narcissism’ bullshit) and it influences the way I am. I care lots about my image, don’t have a ton of empathy etc. I don’t kick puppies, but it‘s noticeable how I lack in this department. Sometimes people say I’m ’too nice to have it’ cause i do well with kids and do all the youth group volunteering. Kinda skeptical of serious romance cause I had lots of it & I don’t mix well with a lot of people. Maybe I could do something serious for once if I had the right person. I try to be responsible and respectful but I have no issue finding my place at a wild party or something. I can be soft-er if I want, like with children or ppl I’m close with (I've got many friend groups but struggle to make meaningful connections). Usually I just stay my analytical, laid-back self and say my silly little comments every once in a while. Heard I’m pretty funny if I want to be. My love language is acts of service. I like small things and I do them a lot. I can do praise too, but I don't care for it in return. Like, you can be an asshole (up to a limit, I know my worth) and it’s cool with me if I see you have your ways of caring like putting on a song I like in the car. Unrelated but some say I’m kinda closed off and ‘mysterious’ or wtv . Hate it when people push me to open up and be emotional; love music and I unironically had a few guys play songs AT me and I actually like that too, tho I get why ppl clown on it; despise the ‘I can fix them’ trope, it just feels wrong; obvi love my band, we are awesome; Deal breakers r: boring ppl, too romantic or sentimental, ppl who can't be casual with me, ppl who only approach me bc of my looks (yeah they are important, but my personality’s too good to ignore in the long run, come on), for Hazbin - no Val. I like ppl who are more negative than me and aren't afraid to shittalk everything. Just saying whatever, not caring if they offend ppl (up to a point, some issues aren’t debatable ik). I like to join in sometimes. They have to be at least a little funny. And determined abt their goals, like a lot, no matter what it is. Don't really care for morality (to a certain point, again) if you're charismatic and fun to be around, I’m along for the ride and happy to support whatever you get yourself into. Like, my perfect dynamic is usually when the other person says the wildest shit and I just go like ‘yeah, go baby’. Ppl try to argue? I pull out the ‘who?… who cares?’ card.

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Hellooooo! Here's my part of the trade!

Your match for hazbin hotel is.....Velvette! With Adam as a close runner up lol

Okay so as I said in messages, Velvet would be a perfect match for you (with adam as your very close runner up). You said you don’t like sentimental or boring people but you like them ambitious and audacious. Tell me how it’s not our dear Velvette. Now okay, given her little screentime there’s a chance she approached you first for your looks but put her in her place and there you go. A nice enemies to lovers’ story. Who asked the other one first? Her. She was pushed to the edge by the other V’s teasing.

Something that fits you both in the relationship is that you don’t expect the lovey dovey atmosphere. It’s more like…that’s my demon, fuck off. She likes that you retaliate and doesn’t get hurt easily because she won’t have to watch her words. It’s not uncommon to find both of you bickering but if anyone dared to try and side with one of you they’d get hurt. Velvette love language is probably gifts and fancy dates. She likes it when you do small things for her and will show it off by saying find a better lover than mine or something similar. Your relationship will be public but the amount of photoshoots you two do together depends on you, she won’t force you into an influencer life.

Now Velvette likes your style and you two give me the same vibes. But you know what she likes more? Matching outfits with you. She will probably offer to do your make up for you if you let her. As for the tattoos, if the relationship gets serious then she will get one for you. In private, she does fuss over the bruises you get during training and even proposes to….take care of your opponents. If you do any matches she will clear her schedule and assist.

Besides her brutal honesty, Velvette is the best critique you could ask for. She will help out your band as much as she can. Leave the costumes and decorations to her lol. Now onto some personal headcanons, I think that Velvette would enjoy a lover that’s stronger than her (physically. In termof powers idk) but wouldn’t abuse it. Someone who’d pick her up and spin, her around or just someone with who she can get lost in their arms in private. A lover who won’t judge her and accept her with all her flaws. I also think she’s the type that enjoys late car rides with full on music to destress. But for all of this to happen and for her to let her real walls down the relationship would have to become serious. You’re both in it for fun and it’s easy to get backstabbed in hell after all.

Hope you like it. I tried to include everything

#matchups #match ups #hazbin hotel

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Benito Romantic Headcanons:

- NO BUT HE IS WAY TOO OVERLY FORMAL WITH CRUSHES I FEEL LIKE, LIKE HE'S A HUGE DORK. He sends them texts like: "At which locus would you elect to dine at?" and then later he reads it and he's all: "I'M A FUCKING IDIOT." and Alley is all: "Bro, why do you text like of a reddit nice guy and Victorian dude had a baby-"

- Not that affectionate in public but he can't restrain his affection for his s/o either. Moments of him gently tucking back a strand of hair behind his s/o's ear. Pressing a gentle kiss to their head as they leave for class.

- No one messes with you. Because they don't know whose guarding you. Some guy is bullying you in class? Jackie shoots a warning spit ball before waving her phone at the guy, Benito's number bright on display. You get mugged? Alley jumps out of the sewers and drags the dude to get eaten by the Gator gang and he just smiles and waves at you before leaving. You don't even have to worry about stalkers or anything because Misha is on rooftops sniping people who have dangerous intentions toward them. Benito would rather that you don't know about that stuff because he's afraid he might scare you off.

- He is very gentle with you, no matter what. Even when he knows it's fine for him to be rough with you, you can tell he's still holding back for fear of harming you.

- Benito is one who expects loyalty and to come with compromises so he'd rather not have someone who insists on playing mind games with him. Seriously, be direct with him because he'll be direct with you. A huge reason why he isn't into most people in Gotham is because of their need for drama.

- Absolutely tries to keep his s/o and his villain life separate, especially if they were a hero. But also angst thing where he just gets arrested and he can't look or speak to his s/o because he doesn't want to see the dissapointment in their eyes.

- Honestly I can only see him with a hero. Someone who has morals and has standards. Yes he will do things they disagree with but he also has a complicated with the word "Justice" but its nothing that a good reasonable conversation can't handle.

- Would absolutely love it if his s/o wanted a tattoo. Even if it isn't their first one, he will sit next to them and mutter words of praise of how well they're doing and that it looks beautiful on them.

- NO BUT HE DEFINETLY WANTS TO TEACH HIS S/O SELF DEFENSE but if they don't want to learn, they can easily get out of it by being a bit too sensual during the fight and Benito is shy and flustered at first but even he has a limit and he just throws them over his shoulder and is all: "If you wish to no longer continue, that's fine. But we shall take this time to work on your...stamina, sí?"

- His mind works fast, that's for sure. He observed the tiniest details about them and can read his s/o's body language quite well. He notices their nervous habits and will become protective and ask what was wrong but then he notices the cute habits and signs they have that they're happy and he starts smiling.

- Knows how to give massages but he also notices how much smaller his s/o is compared to him and he just treats them ever so gently.

- He is a very chivalrous man. He opens doors for them, pulls out chairs for them, and will give his s/o his coat if they're cold.

- He is a truthful man, and honest. If his s/o buys a dress and asks for his opinion, he'll give his opinion but he also adds: "But that is just what I think, amour. You needn't not take my words to heart if it truly makes you happy." Like he's still gonna be polite and well mannered and doesn't want to come off as like...controlling.

- He does get jealous. He isn't proud of it and he tries to restrain himself but after Chase, he just...wants to be a little selfish. He is blessed to have you but he'd be damned if someone were to try and take you from him. He trusts you, just not other people. But he'll coo to you in Spanish and keep one large hand on you to show that you are his. Sometimes he'll be bold enough to pick you up in his arms and kiss you before ominously smiling at the person talking to you and asking who they are.

- If its a problem, please tell him. It will be hard but he will restrain his feelings of envy if it is for your sake.

#Benito Dorrance x reader #Benito Dorrance #DollyWrites

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73 questions

i was tagged by @justapurrcat lysm bb

on a scale of 1-10, how excited are you about life right now? about 5.

describe yourself in a hashtag? #tiredawkwardanddesprateforloveandafuckingbreak

if you could do a love scene with anyone, who would it be? probably tom.

if your life was a musical, what would the marquee say? "i wanna die but i want to eat a tteokpokki"

what’s one thing people don’t know about you? that i am a smut writer lol

what’s your wake up ritual? wake up feeling exhausted, ponder if i even need my job, check my phone and then go have a bath.

what’s your go to bed ritual? i wash my face with cold water, brush my teeth, drink water, maybe watch a movie or read r if I'm tired scroll through tumblr and sleep.

what’s your favorite time of day? the night, sunrise.

your go to for having a good laugh? watch an episode of brooklyn nine nine or watch daniel sloss.

dream country to visit? Greece.

what’s the biggest surprise you’ve ever had? all of my friends showing up for my birthday when I was 11.

heels or flats/sneakers? prefer sneakers but adore heels.

vintage or new? both.

who do you want to write your obituary? my loved ones.

style icon? probably zendaya and blake lively.

what are three things you cannot live without? my laptop, my loved ones, sweet food.

what’s one ingredient you put in everything? idk lol, salt? 💀

what 3 people living or dead would you want to make dinner for? I'm gonna go for the famous people route and pick d.b. cooper, j.f.k and one of the Alcatraz escapees - to know their story yes

what’s your biggest fear in life? being a failure.

window or aisle seat? window.

what’s your current tv obsession? stranger things/ heartstopper.

favorite app? tumblr.

secret talent? I am a decent dancer and singer lol

most adventurous thing you’ve ever done in your life? held a snake? drove through the night in pelting rain?

how would you define yourself in three words? artistic, calm, sad

favorite piece of clothing you own? my royal blue velvet gown

a must have clothing item that everyone should have? black leather/denim jacket

a superpower you would want? teleportation

what’s inspiring you in life right now? not much, ngl

best piece of advice you’ve received? "expect disappointment and you'll never be disappointed"

best advice you’d give your teenage self? everything you're going through will seem almost insignificant in the future.

a book everyone should read? ahh i haven't read in so long, and honestly i can't think of anything rn.

what would you like to be remembered for? my art and how much I loved my people :3

how do you define beauty? you'll find it where you want to.

what do you love most about your body? on most days i hate it, on days I don't - my height and lips

best way to take a rest/decompress? hot milk, paint something, a blanket, sleep

favorite place to view art? in a loved one's company

if your life was a song, what would the title be? "why am I like this?" by orla gartland

if you could master one instrument, what would it be? guitar

if you had a tattoo, where would it be? inside of my forearm of my hip bone.

dolphins or koalas? dolphins

what’s your spirit animal? an owl

best gift you’ve ever received? anything that was ever handmade by anyone. it means the world to me when people put in that extra effort

best gift you’ve given? i am known to give the best gifts, but personally, a set of hand painted postcards.

what’s your favorite board game? monopoly the hp version

what’s your favorite color? blue and black

least favorite color? pink

diamond or pearls? diamonds

drugstore makeup or designer? idk????? i haven't gotten into makeup yet

blow-dry or air-dry? blowdry

pilates or yoga? Yoga.

coffee or tea? neither

what’s the weirdest word in the english language? English as a whole is weird af.

dark chocolate or milk chocolate? milk.

stairs or elevators? stairs.

summer or winter? Winter.

you are stuck on an island, you can pick one food to eat forever without getting tired of it, what would you eat? burgers or any indian curry with roti <333

a dessert you don’t like? pie

a skill you’re working on mastering? being a better daughter

best thing to happen to you today? had my boss at work praise me a lot

worst thing to happen to you today? i didn't recieve my new laptop and i am pmsing

best compliment you’ve ever received? a visually impaired person told me i was beautiful.

favorite smell? rose, petrichor, old yellowed books

hugs or kisses? hugs

if you made a documentary, would it be about? probably true crime.

last piece of content you consumed that made you cry? final episode of stranger things vol 2 😀

lipstick or lipgloss? lipstick

sweet or savory? sweet

girl crush? every woman ever? ok but my tshwriternet girlies, blake lively, zendaya, gemma chan, lizzo, doja cat

how do you know you're in love? when they're the first person to cross your mind for anything

a song you can listen to on repeat? whatever I'm obsessed with at that moment

if you could switch lives with someone for a day, who would it be? a dog

what are you most excited for about this time in your life? not much really? making them bills for my parents?

tagging: @runesandmoons @rayisthehoe @ebureon @spideysbae @cutetomholland and whoever wants to do this!

#tagged #this was so much fun

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What up bestie i am enjoying reading the joyce chronicles sm i figured id add some flowers too; coral, carnation, hibiscus 🌺🌺🌺

coral— what’s something you’re passionate about?

I think the thing that gets me really going and I just feel passionate about is how plus size people are treated. Because it's something I've dealt with my whole life, like Its the main reason I would self harm and I did really unhealthy things I still struggle with today. I was 10 years old and didn't want to be alive. And it wasn't because I hated my body, It was because of the way I was treated because of my body.

That's what makes you hate yourself and it makes no sense why plus size people are treated so poorly. And it's never about actually health, what about my sister who's skinny and eats so much more unhealthy then me. I actually have issues eating enough. But even if a plus size person does eat unhealthily they do not owe anyone perfect health. It is no one's business and everyone should be treated with common decency and respect no matter what size they are.

Luckily I am in a place I am happy with my body. I still don't like weight talk. Like I love my best friend she's like my sister. But she pointed out I lost weight which fine but the language around it being "you look like a new person" and "I'm proud of you" just rubs me the wrong way. Cause all my clothes still fit the same it's not a drastic change but she's the same size as me so I know it's just a projection of her own body image issues but it still just made me feel kinda bad.

So clearly that is something Im passionate about just for plus size people to be respected and honestly left the fuck alone. It's why i try to write stories centered around plus size women. Though I write from my experiences which aren't exactly universal. But I also refuse to write about a plus size women who hates themselves there's too many of those stories. Okay I'm done I just wrote an essay sorry.

carnation— how important are “looks” to you in a relationship? I'd be lying if I said not at all but like for women no absolutely not all women are beautiful. Men, yeah you have to at least look like the type of guy I like. Which is all based on the person's personal style anyway. Long hair, clean shaven, tattoos, piercings those are all based on personal choices that reflect personality and I'll even except short hair like Chan's hair.

hibiscus— what’s your favorite pet name, if any? why? Princess, I've only been called princess a few times but absolute favorite. Baby girl is a close second. Do I listen to compilations of Chan saying baby girls? I can't confirm nor deny that statement. I also was called Shortcake when I had red hair that was cute.

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Hey!! How would you rank love tropes and love languages from your most to least favorite? And why? Have a nice day❤️

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒-

QUALITY TIME: people wanting to spend time together over doing things alone or things with other people is something so beautiful to me. Deciding that you'd rather be with them than other people is something that makes me yearn, it makes me so happy.

PSYCHICAL TOUCH: two people whose sides brush against each each other while sitting next to each other, two people hugging after something amazing happens. all those lingering touches. it's so sweet, the buildup, showing your feelings through touches instead of words.

GIFTS: buying something that the other has mentioned in passing months ago, or just gifting them a trinket you saw while shopping because you thought they'd like it. it shows the closeness of each other, knowing what each other likes and getting them thoughtful things.

WORDS OF AFFIRMATION: two people complimenting each other, telling each other how much they care about each other and being able to express your feelings verbally. i prefer seeing tropes of people showing they care instead of telling them they care, but it's always good to get a good mix of the both.

ACTS OF SERVICE: it's always good to see two people helping each other and helping lighten the work load of the other one but to be it's better to show the support that two people offer each other. you don't always need to psychically lighten the workload or help someone out on a project- however i prefer seeing someone be there for the other one mentally, knowing that no matter how hard their work is they'll always be there to cheer you up and relax you.

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐒

FRIENDS TO LOVERS: it's my absolute favourite trope, if i see a friends to lovers fic i must read it, i can't help it. the idea that you have someone in your life that you care about so much that it becomes something more, one day realising that they want to be more friends, it's simply the best.

MUTUAL PINING: people longing for each other in secret is so good! thinking that they're alone in their feelings or maybe even sometimes in denial about their own feelings. maybe their friends figure it out and try to get them to confess their feelings to each other, its so good.

THERE WAS ONLY ONE BED: being stuck in one place together in general is so good, but the one bed situation is my favourite. having no option but to be close to each other, the unresolved feelings and tensions being finally resolved. it's so satisfying.

FAKE DATING: i only have recently gotten more into this trope, i never was a fan but i read one fic and i was so invested it sparked my interest for the whole trope. two people acting like they're dating and realising how normal it seems, realising they don't want this to end, there's so many possibilities to how the fake dating happens and its so good.

ENEMIES TO LOVERS: sometimes this trope isn't written well, but when two people refuse to get along because they're so stubborn it and then the slowburn and the tension finally being resolved is great. sometimes i think the trope is toxic, but overall i think the trope is great. its great when academic rivals or competitive people or a coworkers relationship of snide remarks and teasing turns to intimate moments and confessions.

SOULMATES: when it's done well oh is it good but when it's not it's kind of meh. the soulmate trope definitely gets more interesting when different things get added to the mix, like seeing them in your dreams, or having a shared tattoo, i find those soulmate trope stories better than a regular one.

SECOND CHANCES: the second chances trope can be in different ways, but the two ones i that i think are most common are exes getting back together or people knowing each other when they were younger or children years later meeting again and developing feelings. the exes trope i don't like, a lot of the time i think it comes across a bit toxic. however i prefer the meeting someone again years later, it feels sweet and a nice second chance. there are times i like all the trope as well and all other variations, i think in general it comes down to how it's written and the actual story behind the second chance.

LOVE TRIANGLE: love triangles always make me feel kind of weird, it's used in a lot of ya books and i never really liked that aspect of them. there are examples that i do enjoy, but those love triangles i don't think really count as love triangles- for example person A liking person B but person B doesn't know or feel the same way, however person C likes person A and is there to pick up the pieces and then A and C get together, i'm not sure if that counts as a love triangle but it does involve multiple in a complex romantic relationship.

UNREQUITED LOVE: this is the absolute worse. my heart can't take an unrequited love story, i'm simply too sensitive. i will just cry and be upset. every time i see the trope it's done so well but it makes me sad and that in itself is something i don't enjoy so i typically stay away from unrequited love stories.

#this was super fun to answer <3 #love tropes #love langauges #i tried to include the most common love tropes #♡ mine / writing #dont ask how long this took to write asdfghjk #but i do like all these love languages and most of the tropes as well <3 #love languages ranked #love tropes ranked #♡ lana's letters

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Finally got around to WayV Youth Awards

(Part 1) (Part 2)

Part 1

Lol the classic SM hall where so many live streams have taken place

Is Bella the self-insert love interest character lol

EDWARD YANG PLEASE (there is actually a director called Edward Yang that I like but this is clearly another genre of Edward Yang)

Winwin doing Someday or One Day roleplay!!!!!!!

Ohh so all of them have different love interests

Of course Hendery would pull some weeb shit. Also he's clearly reading the Japanese lines off of a screen lol.

His money guns are weak af bro.

I had to look it up, but Hendery is playing a Boys Over Flowers character.

Lol "Xiaojun is just playing himself."

Xiaojun is playing a character from Reply 1988

Kun couldn't even make it through his first line

Is Kun playing a character from Itazura na Kiss? I see that Itazura na Kiss is the original manga that It Started with a Kiss is based on, which is the media that I'm more familiar with.

Yangyang said Ten's tattoos don't match the image he was portraying lol.

I think Ten is playing a character from a Thai movie called A Little Thing Called Love.

All of them speaking in different languages and then being like "well...I guess we all speak Mandarin"

Hendery's money gun kept malfunctioning so he can't buy anything lol.

The caption's just like "...is anyone really listening to Kun?" Classic leader problems.

Hendery to Winwin: There might be people who haven't seen it yet, you've spoiled the show

Winwin: ...

Winwin: It's a great show!!!!!

Xiaojun two hit KO ToT

Taiwanese drama showdown :P

Both of them trying to speak with a Taiwanese accent lol. (By the way, Sicheng looks soooooooo pretty I'm gonna die)

Winwin being like "oh shit" because he hit Kun too hard

Why was Kun speaking to Winwin like that XD "你准備好了嗎?" but like in a very cutesy amicable way.

Emergency personnel on scene

The pot really is too heavy to lift quickly

Ang

Hendery continuing his weeb shit

Lol now they have to make the other person's heart rate go up

Xiaojun -> Kun

The other guys are trying to coach Xiaojun but ultimately he did not succeed much

Kun -> Xiaojun

Lol the stethoscope was really cold and Xiaojun was like NOOOOO

And then he was blowing in his ear and neck

AND THEN TICKLING HIM

Hendery, throwing down his money: 你先!!

Yangyang: 沒有這招

Part 2

Ten -> Yangyang

They bleeped this part out XD And Kun was like ??? what did you say??? because Yangyang started crying after XD

During the Yangyang -> Ten portion, Ten's heart rate dropped XD He was trying really hard to keep calm. And then Hendery was like 揚揚你努力一點行不行

Yangyang trying to do cute dance and it did NOTHING

Ten's heart rate when DOWN by 16 lol (I assume the measure is bpm)

Ok now Hendery -> Winwin

Bro?

WINWIN!!!!!

Hendery is going ALL OUT lmao is it because this is the only time he'll be allowed to openly flirt with Winwin XD And Winwin was like "不要!!!" but like in a really scared falsetto voice lol.

Hendery's just playing a character now lol

YUCKY Hendery was like "I love a rebel" lmfao

Hendery making THE MOST out of his added 15 seconds and laying it on THICK

LMAO I saw this before but Winwin swore because he was so disturbed XD

And then he hugged bunny (from Hendery) for comfort lol

Winwin -> Hendery was like..............pretty hopeless XD Xiaojun was like what a sleazy pickup line.

And Winwin was like ARGH I can't do this!!!!!! ToT

Lol Winwin just straight up gave up

LMAO Ten just straight up not letting Xiaojun do his mission

The camera work was a bit lacking during this part of the game because the guys who were supposed to be drawn on were generally sitting out of frame

Both Kun and Hendery drew circles instead of hearts lol

Winwin used a pass that would allow him to make a heart instead of draw a heart. Dude fell on the floor and was like "Yangyang, where are you?!?!?!" before dragging his arm down and making a heart lol.

Ten and the others giving Xiaojun another shot haha

Xiaojun with the MOST FRANTIC spins lmao

Nooooo Xiaojun getting drawn on lol

Ten bringing the camera over and Xiaojun being like NOOOOOO

Kun ended winning?????? Dark horse.

Yang: 錢...呃你叫什麽...?

I kind of died when they sang We are the champions while putting a tiara on Kun lmfao

OMGGGGG Ten used his superpower to add two hearts and snatch the title from Kun lmfao

Lol one more final Hendery vs. Ten heartbeat battle XD

#screencaps & commentaries #nct #wayv