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joshfuckingkiszka · 2 years

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『warning - jtk』

jtk x f!reader

this is based off of morgan wallen’s warning, i recommend listening to it, it’s one of my faves!

THIS BLOG IS 18+ MINORS DNI

warnings: mentions of sexual content, but no graphic descriptions

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That neon sign

Hanging outside that bar

Should’ve said “Go home

If you know what’s good for heart”

The summer heat was sweltering as Jake stepped under the neon glow of the bar sign. He had hoped for some kind of relief as he stepped in, but those hopes were shattered by the persistent body heat that radiated throughout the small space. Managing to push his way through the crowd, he placed his hands on the bartop, attempting to get the attention of the bartender.

When she sat down

In that ADPi t-shirt

Should’ve said “Watch out

And boy, you’re gonna wind up hurt”

It caught him only kind of off guard when someone took the seat beside him. He turned to look, only for a second, but the air seemed to immediately leave his lungs when he did. You had on a sorority shirt and a pair of distressed jeans. Even sitting down, facing away from him, he could tell you were gorgeous.

And that label on that whiskey on that shelf

Should’ve said “Don’t buy no shots for no one else”

When the bartender finally made her way over to Jake and this mystery girl, he put his fingertips gently on your forearm and waved to the woman across the bar.

“Can I get two shots of Jack, please, thanks.”

You turned to look at him, finally, with a smirk on your glossed lips, “What if I don’t drink whiskey?”

Cockily, he replied, “Then tonight you do.”

Should’ve come with a warnin’

Don’t sit right there

Don’t sip on they’re pouring

You did drink whiskey, it turned out, as you downed the shot with no hesitation. Jake looked at you, admiration clear in his eyes, and it almost stung you how much you knew you would end up hurting him. After a few more drinks, he followed you to your apartment. His mahogany eyes held so much light inside them and you knew that would soon be gone.

Her kiss is gonna kill you in the morning

Nah, it ain’t gonna end too good

It was almost passionate for you, something your guests often lacked. You longed for the continuous look on his face as he thrusted into you. Jake’s hair tickled you as he laid his head in the crook of your neck. Bruises were left on your hips from the tips of his fingers as he gripped you so tightly, as if he was terrified of letting you go.

When morning came, and he slept soundly beside you, his arm wrapped around your waist, he differed from anyone that had been in his place previously. It wasn’t long before he, too, was gone, but not before the gentlest kiss on your lips.

Jake soon learned the extent of this little game you played when you seemingly ignored most of his texts, or only replied with curt, almost snappy responses. He kept on, though, because, in his mind, there was something about you that he couldn’t let go of. He knew it was dangerous, incredibly so, to be letting himself down by this, by you, but it was muscle memory after some time.

Everything about that night I thought I wanted

Should’ve come with a warnin’

He couldn’t decide which would be worse, letting the cycle continue - fucking in the dim light of the neon mountain sign in your bedroom, having to leave early because you had “things to do”, and texting you even though he knew the ritual - or breaking it, and having only the ghost of your memory left with him.

You always made the first move, that part never changed. When he had tried, you ignored him for three days and he was sure you were teaching him a lesson.

Phone just lit up

And it’s damn near 2AM

Oughtta be blue lights, or some kind of loud sirens

The phone suddenly illuminated the room, catching him out of his near sleep state. Checking the time, it read 1:49, and he sighed, rolling over onto his back, contemplating whether he should answer you, or give you your own treatment. It couldn’t be helped, though, as he threw the comforter off himself, pulling on a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt. If he had just left you on delivered, he feared you would simply find your comfort in someone else, if you hadn’t already.

Sayin’, “Don’t pick it up, she’ll let you down”

It’s the deep end and you’re gonna drown

And this “You up?” text that she sent me right now

Maybe he should have listened to Josh the first time it happened. If he had, maybe, he wouldn’t be physically and emotionally exhausted simply on the drive to your apartment, if only in anticipation. In fact, all of the boys had warned him about this happening, whether from personal experience or common sense, it didn’t matter. They all seemed to know better than he did, and he wasn’t sure he just didn’t care, or didn’t want to.

You brought out a side of himself that he absolutely hated. Jake had yelled at his brothers, claiming they didn’t understand, it wasn’t their business, and they didn’t know you like he did. They made you seem heartless, but he knew that wasn’t possible. Right? The way you loved him - touched him - you had to have some kind of feelings for him.

Don’t fire it up, and hit the headlights

Turn on around at the next red light

I wish somebody would’ve gave me some damn signs

Yeah, I wish that night

It all started at a bar, with two shots of Jack Daniels and your pretty eyes pulling, practically begging him in. He only wished that something would have given it away, who you truly were, your true intentions, a warning to ward him away from you. If something had, would he have listened, though? Or would he still be playing this game with you? He knew there would be no winner, or maybe it had always been you.

Would’ve come with a warnin’

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iguessweallcrazyithinktho · 3 years

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girl i’m starving for some ari levinson smut… you’re literally one of my faves i need you to feed me sis !!!!!! 😭😭

Lmao sure

Those yoga poses

Warnings: beach sex, teasing

You walked out onto the beach feeling the warm sun against your skin. You were wearing a pair of shorts, a pair of sandals, and a thin tee shirt that showed your harden nipples.

You noticed Ari standing a few yards away drinking a cup of coffee, leaning up against the building with a smirk on his face as he looked over at you. You clenched your thighs together as you saw his nude torso. Ari has been teasing and lightly flirting with you ever since day one of your mission together. Whether it was walking around giving you slight looks that made you tingle or it was him showing off his sexy body. No matter what it was it fucked you up badly and you had enough. You decided to settle this and give him your all with your teasing.

You sat your mat down and got on your knees. You decided to do some stretching first. You brought your arms over your head showing your nipples on full display.

You didn't see it when Ari adjusted himself near the building. Even from afar he could see your hard nipples through the fabric. His cock started to harden in his pants, but he keep watching as you began to do yoga.

You began to do puppy dog, displaying your your ass in the thin shorts you had. Ari began to become more and more hard at the sight of you. He noticed exactly what you were doing to him and it was working well.

You then began to stretch opening your legs up widely, hooking your arms around Them. You've done this pose plenty of times, but this time it was more sexual then it was before.

Ari had enough of it. He was rock hard and he needed to fix it. He walked back inside to his room, stroking himself while he took a shower. Just from the thought of you he came twice. He knew he needed to have you.

Later that day when the resort was asleep you decided to go out and get some air. You were wrapped up in a coat from the cool breeze out there.

Ari himself couldn't go to sleep so he decided to come out as well. He spotted you the second he walked out, he decided to join you.

"Hey."

You looked up at Ari giving him a slight smile. Ari took a seat beside you and sighed. "What are you doing out here?" He asked you. "Just getting some air. What about you?"

"couldn't sleep." Ari sighed again and looked over at you. "I saw you earlier doing stretches."

You smirked to yourself, "yeah, what about it?"

Ari chuckled. "Well, I know what you were doing." Ari looked at you, he licked his dry lips leaning closer to you. "And It was working."

You looked at him before you dove in kissing him. Ari hummed at the sudden action before he meet your action. He bite your lip causing you to moan.

You pulled away slightly looking into Ari's eyes. He brushed his finger over your face before whispering 'ride me'.

You didn't waste another second straddling him. You pulled your dress up as you began to grind on him. Ari groaned along with you at the feeling. You couldn't go any longer without him inside of you.

You unbuttoned his pants sliding his dick out. At the contact of your hand and his member he groaned out a fuck.

You didn't waste a second pulling your panties aside and slipping him inside of you. Ari groaned right along with each other. He was huge, it took some time for you to adjust to him but when you did you rode him.

Ari took a hold of your waist guiding you on him. Your warm Walls fluttered as he filled you up.

" fuck Ari," you cried out. Ari gripped your ass letting in a sharp breath. "Fuck, y/n, I'm not going to Last long."

You leaned down pushing his hair out of his face. "Ari, I want you to cum with me." You clenched around him as you became closer and closer. "Ready 3..."

Ari began to count with you through his moans as you picked up speed. "2... 1."

You threw your head back morning loudly to the point you were sure people at the resort heard you.

You buried your face in Ari neck as you whimpered. Ari wrapped his arms around you. "I wanted to do that for a while now." He said into your ear.

"yeah well you should've done it earlier."

You pulled yourself off of his lap readjusting yourself before laying on the sand. "Are you tired now?" You asked looking at him. Ari laughed, "yeah, actually I am."

You smiled. "Well, you better get some sleep." You stood up Dusting your ass off. Before you took a step Ari called out to you.

"y/n."

You turned around looking at him. "Yeah?"

"will you join me?"

You smiled at him. "sure."

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madaraxwbu · 3 years

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✧ pairing: suehiro tetcho x fem!reader

✧ warnings: 18+, nsfw, rough undertones

✧ a/n: there’s hardly any suehiro smut out there so i thought i’d take it upon myself to write some. so this is just 3k words of pure FILTH. suehiro is my second fave bsd character (after chuuya)🥺✨

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“Why didn’t you tell me you were a Port Mafia executive?” The deadpan tone of Tetcho filled your ears as you were writing down a shopping list on a notepad at your desk.

You crossed one leg over the other as you propped your elbow up on your desk, resting your cheek on your palm, turning slightly to look at Tetcho out of the corner of your eye.

“I refuse to believe that you didn’t know I was in the Port Mafia,” you huffed a laugh, “a man of your status surely does background checks on those he’s sleeping with. After all, I had done one on you, I was well-aware you were a Hunting Dog long before you told me.”

The almost naive expression of shock spread over his handsome features, before his brows creased in confusion.

“You knew I was a PM executive, you just decided that you didn’t mind because you could get your dick wet with me whenever you liked, hm?” You grinned, eyes sparking with tantalisation.

Tetcho almost stuttered, before pulling his lips into a straight line.

“I don’t appreciate secrets being kept from me, and I don’t like people that torture others,” he seriously stated.

Your brows raised before you turned around fully on your chair, gazing at his tall form, standing his ground firmly.

“I don’t torture,” you corrected, outstretching your hand and pulling him towards you with your ability. Just like a magnet, he began to move against the floor without actually moving his feet. His expression didn’t change.

When he stood in front of you, you were level with his stomach. You gazed up at him with a teasing smirk before grabbing his shirt to pull him down to his knees. He was much much stronger than you in terms of physical strength, so you knew that when he dropped to his knees, he went down willingly.

Now, with your form looming over his, you leaned forward and put your hand under his chin, leaning into his personal space, a smug smirk spread on your lips as you looked into his eyes.

His hands settled on the inside of your knees, slowly drifting up the sensitive inside of your thighs whilst he returned the eye contact.

Your smirk turned into a fall grin, a flash of your teeth showing, “I see you put your own sexual desires before your moral compass,” you said with a quick arch of your brows.

You easily spread your legs wider for him, allowing his battle-worn hands more access. His index finger on his right hand disappeared under your skirt, finding your clothed clit easily as adding some pressure.

Even through your panties, he could feel your warmth, “you’re wet.”

“I get a thrill off knowing you’re supposed to take me in yet you just decide to fuck me instead,” you whispered against his lips before you closed the contact, your lips placing on his.

Tetcho sighed through his nose contentedly before slipping his hand under the underside of your panties to find your clit bare. His long and wonderfully talented fingers immediately started drawing tight circles on your centre of pleasure, making you keen as you wrapped your hands around the back of his neck to pull him in deeper to the kiss.

He easily demonstrated the difference in your physical strength with his next actions, standing up quicker than you could process before he grabbed you by your upper arms, hard enough to bruise if it kept up for much longer, before spinning you around and slamming you against your desk.

The edge of the desk dug in sharply on your thighs, making your stomach jump with surprise whilst a quick wince seethed through your clenched teeth. You made a thought to protest, but before your mouth could open to speak, his long fingers wound around to grab your jaw, clenching tightly as he ground his hips up against your ass.

You pout, which is made a lot easier by him squishing your face as your brows dropped into a frown. You gyrated back against him, trying to tease him. But no matter how hard you tried in the beginning, Tetcho always proceeded to take control in the end.

The tall man pulled your body against his firmly before his free hand travelled down, disappearing once again under your skirt before this time deciding to take your underwear off you completely. He pulled them until they dropped freely to your ankles.

You took the liberty to step out of them, kicking them away as you spread your legs wider. He hummed in appreciation at the action, before his fingers once again found your clit.

His lips feather gently behind your ear as he uses two fingers against you, rubbing small and lazy circles over it as you whine slowly. He's practically purring in your ear as he plays with your sensitive pearl, bodies flush against one another. You reach back with one hair to thread it through his unruly hair, your ass sticking out as you back arched.

With your other hand, you try to tug on his trousers, opting for the empty belt loops. With just your index finger, you pulled on the material, another meek whine slipping past your lips to express what you what.

His amber eyes glow with lust as a pleased sigh rumbles in his chest.

“A needy little mafioso,” he said flatly against the shell of your ear.

You can’t help the breath of a laugh that slips through your teeth as you rest your head back against him, “when it comes to a cock as good as yours, I can’t help myself.”

His ego seemed to inflate at that, as he immediately became more than willing to comply with your wishes. He removed his hand from your jaw, other hand still strumming steadily at your clit, using his now free hand to undo the button on his slacks. He pulled the zipper down, the rasping of the metal undoing was almost music to your ears.

Pushing his trousers down to his thighs, he opted to remove his boxers next whilst his fingers decided to travel further south, the rough pads of his fingers prodding at your hole. his cock sprung against the small of your back and it's almost humiliating how wet that alone made you. Well, maybe his fingers were helping with that too.

You gasp as his fingers easily slip inside of you, his other hand now coming up to knead at your tits.

You shift your ass, pushing back against him to entice him. You give out those small, little moans that you know he adores. They always drive him wild, always make him like a putty in your hands.

“Fuck, Suehiro, fuck just like that,” you breath out as his fingers work in and out of you, curled at the ends to brush against that spot inside of you that will have you seeing stars in no time.

You bring one hand to grasp loosely around his wrist, to keep him inside of your pussy more than anything.

The heat that his cock was radiating against your lower back was almost unbearable, so you decided to use your other hand to reach back to wrap your hand tightly around it. You started to jerk him off, as best you could in the awkward position.

You felt the muscles in his thighs twitch at the unexpected contact, but he wasn’t displeased with your decision.

His breathing was paced against the shell of your ear, before he bared his teeth just slightly to nibble on it. It sent tingles the whole way down your spine.

“You’re a cruel man, Suehiro,” you whined pathetically.

“Cruel? Are you not enjoying yourself?” He responded seriously. Trust Tetcho to take everything you said at face value, you should’ve known better. His fingers slowed, which you were quick to correct.

“No! Nono, please don’t stop, I’m enjoying myself,” you panted hotly.

His brows creased in confusion, but he decided to believe you when you said you were enjoying yourself to again start up his pace once more. He was quicker this time, more decisive in his movements.

You let out a silent cry as the action made you tug on his cock harder, earning a pleasured wince from him in return.

His fingers pushed and dragged in and out of you as such an agonising pace, you could feel your arousal doubling with each moment that his fingers treated your gummy walls. Your mind was reeling as your fingers started to loosen around his cock.

"Suehiro! Make me cum!" you pleaded, and you fixed your concentration back on tossing him off, with more vigor this time.

"Yes, that's a good girl," he moaned, and you continued with what you were doing - because it encouraged him further to finger you better. Your mind almost short-circuited from hearing him call you a good girl.

His fingers picked up rapidly, fucking into you with the sole purpose to make you lose yourself on his fingers. Your hand released his wrist, instead grasping onto the edge of the desk as you let out repeated moans and cries of pleasure.

Tetcho’s lips find your neck this time, settling on the hollow of the side of your neck before sinking his teeth into the smooth flesh.

Your body jolted at the action, squeezing a heavenly moan from your throat as your eyes rolled into the back of your head. He felt your walls constrict tighter around his fingers, which told him that he was definitely doing something right.

“I’m- fuck, fuck Suehiro, I’m gonna-” your mouth was practically salivating at this point.

Deciding to take it up a notch, he started to suck on your neck. He was planning to leave marks on your body, so that you could stroll into Port Mafia Headquarters tomorrow to display that you had been royally fucked the night before.

The idea of people seeing his mark on your made your mind frazzle in a frenzy.

“Cum on my fingers,” he demanded, the words alone were enough to push you over the teetering edge that you had found yourself on.

Your body shook with small tremors as your back arched further, your walls pulsing around his fingers before you let the dam break, coating his fingers in your cum, the cry that tried to escape you was bent in your throat, leaving you instead with your mouth hung open and your eyes rolled back.

Your clit twitched as he continued to massage your walls, your knees buckling as you tried to move away from him, but you were trapped firmly between him and the desk, so you had nowhere to go. You were completely at his mercy.

Just how he liked you.

His hand squeezed your tit before he stepped back, his fingers slipping out of you and leaving you feeling awfully empty.

His nimble fingers found the zip of your skirt, saying nothing as he pulled it down to undo it. You gave no sign of resistance, letting him undress you how he wanted.

Your skirt fell to your ankles, leaving your bottom half completely exposed. You had assumed he would reach for the bottom of your top next.

So it came as quite a surprise when instead you felt his entire right hand smack against your ass firmly. So hard that it let your cheek tingling, you let out a yelp of surprise as your head snapped back to look at him.

An awfully bratty pout on your lips with furrowed brows. A cocky smirk graced his lips, before he decided to give your other cheek a firm spank as well.

You huffed out, “I like it when you’re rough with me.”

His eyes flashed with a glint at that. Lord knew that this man could be incredibly rough when he wanted to be. His superhuman strength was ungodly in bed. You thanked the heavens that you were blessed with such a fuck-buddy.

“Then I suppose I have no choice but to be absolutely brutal then, hm?” He tested.

You smiled widely at his words, nodding your head enthusiastically before you reached down for the hem of your top yourself, quickly pulling it up your torso to toss it away, you didn’t have a care in the world as to where it would land. As long as it made it quicker to get his cock stuffed in you.

You stood naked, back still to him as you felt his presence push up against your body once again. He was still dressed, apart from his trousers being shucked down to his mid-thighs. Only his cock was exposed.

It was sort of a shame, considering how absolutely divine his body looked. But you supposed it didn’t matter too much when he decided to push your chest down against the surface of the desk. His right hand coming up to plant on your temple to keep your head down, cheek squished against some papers you were working on.

"You better scream for me, I don't care who hears," he spoke down to you. Your eyes widened at the filth coming from his mouth.

Your immediate cries were caught in your throat as he forced his dick into you. Your cunt swallowed him wholly with a welcoming pleasure, your body attempted to make a jerk reaction to toss your head back, but his strong fingers were holding you firmly down.

The suddenness made you dig your nails into the palms of your hands and choke on air. There was not even a ray of kindness with how he started, pumping into your body with full force and at a hard pace. Your thighs bumped against the edge of the desk, you were more than certain you were going to be littered with bruises by the morning.

Your eyes shook in their sockets as you tried to catch your breathing, but his cock stretched you so obscenely you couldn’t help but feel every inch of him completely ravaging your pussy.

"Suehiro!" you cried out, brain frying from his actions. His hips fucked you against the edge of the desk, your breath and body heat steaming the glossed inanimate object.

His unoccupied hand came down to land another firm span against your ass, making you scream out in a pleasured pain. You clenched your teeth instinctively as you tried to brace yourself for his oncoming treatment.

He could feel your heartbeat pulsing around his cock, it was sending him absolutely feral with lust.

Tetcho was typically a very composed and serious man, but when it came to being buried in your cunt entirely, he couldn’t help the primal instincts that racked his body.

The soft material of his trousers were rubbing against your upper thighs as his cock jackhammered like it was the only thing he was good for.

Your body was being rocked back and forth against the desk as he landed another brutal smack to your ass, in the exact same place as last time. His strength was no joke, the tenderness of your ass was a testament to that.

You were tempted to bite down on your lip to keep your noises to a minimum, but you knew that hearing the effect he had on you only fuelled him more, so you let it all go. You screamed, cried, keened and mewled as he showed your body the best treatment he ever had.

Who would’ve thought that finding out that you were actually supposed to be his enemy only proved to turn him on more?

He was not as innocent as he seemed, apparently.

Your toes curled against your fluffy carpet as his hand perpetually came down to spank you, as if you had misbehaved and he was disciplining you.

Your eyes rolled back into your head once more as you couldn’t help the high-pitched moans that sounded foreign to your own ears. You had never felt pleasure like this.

"Turns out you’re just a whore for pain," he grasped your hip and used it as a leverage to up his pace even more, which you didn't think was possible.

"I can tell how much you liked being stuffed with my cock just by how much you’re creaming on it."

You whined in response, squeezing your eyes shut as your thighs and ass jiggled from his brutal pummelling. Your pussy wrapped tighter around his cock from his words alone.

"I said, didn't you?!" he spoke in a stern tone, the spank following ten times harsher than any other he had given you.

You choked on a cry as you tried to suck in a gulp of air through your trembling lips.

"Admit it! Admit you like being fucked by the enemy!" He continued to provoke you as your ass turned red-raw, the skin tingling but he wouldn't stop his punishment.

"I love being fucked by you! I love having my pussy filled by the enemy!” You moaned lewdly, your brain completely scrambled.

"I’m- I’m cumming again! I’m gonna cum on my enemy’s fat cock!" You cried as your entire body filled with heat, your legs shaking violently as you felt your second orgasm punch you and make your mind go white, your ears ringing slightly as the muscles in your calves tensed.

"That’s it! That’s a good little mafia whore!" he growled, his words reverberating through your ears and shooting down your spine in the most pleasant way. His chest filled with an indescribable sensation as he hardened his expression, focusing entirely on filling you to the brim.

Your pleasured moans become pleasured screams as your oversensitive body was trying its best to accommodate him and withstand what he was dishing out.

Tetcho groaned as his head tipped back, letting his cum fill you with his dick pulsing inside of you as he gradually came to a stop.

He stilled for a few moments, holding you to the desk as he composed himself. His cum started to trickle out of you before he pulled his cock out. His fingers scrunched up in your hair lightly before he sighed, letting go of you so that you could be free of the tension.

You gulped for oxygen as he slowly slid his cock back out, you could’ve sworn that drag out was just as heavenly as when he pushed in.

With shaky arms, you tried to push yourself up and stabilise yourself against the surface of the desk. Your hair hung in front of you like a curtain as you panted, eyes planted to the old wood of the desk.

His cum started to drip into your carpet, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. You were stuffed full.

A gentle touch, so opposite to how he was being just a few moments ago, ghosted up your spine with affection.

“A bath?” He cooly, yet tiredly, suggested.

You swallowed, nodding your head, not trusting your voice to quiver under the highs you were still experiencing.

He kissed your shoulder-blade softly, “I don’t care if you’re in the mafia. I want to make this work.”

You hummed in approval, your eyes falling shut as you nodded, “that sounds nice.”

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yelenayena · 3 years

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Chemistry

Pairing: Pieck Finger x fem!reader

Genre: Romance

Warning: None (YAY✨), modern AU

Fun fact: Nanaba is an ex-girlfriend of Miche

Summary: You have an affair with Pieck, while she has an on-off relationship with Porco. You feel so jealous when she came to Colt’s party with him. Even so, you can't let them ruin your mood, and Thank God It's Friday, everything is possible when you are at the party on Friday night 🌚 ✨

A/N: I am a PokkoPiku shipper, but I also like her as a lesbian, but I don't like PikuLena ship bc Yelena is ours 😔 so that's why I made this story, I hope you like it 💜✨ I’m sorry if my writing is bad, still learning to write a story in English

Pieck looked at the picture that you sent on iMessage. She closed the app when Porco got behind the wheel. He turned his head and winked at Pieck who sat next to him on the passenger seat. He turned the engine on and he drove to Colt’s place.

“Let’s go, beauty,” said Porco, he opened the door for Pieck as they arrived at Colt’s place. “We're gonna have fun tonight,” he continued.

Pieck didn't reply but gave him a little smile. They both come inside, the house already crowded with people who joined the party. Porco held Pieck’s hand, he brought Pieck to their friends and joined them.

You saw them just come in, and your heart was pounding immediately. You felt jealous in your heart as you saw her in his arms and smiled at him. You rolled your eyes and tried to ignore that shitty couple. You smiled when you heard Connie’s silly stories, but deep inside your head, you can't get rid of Pieck’s face in your mind. You thought she wouldn't come with Porco, but maybe she had been together with him again. You felt sick of their on-off relationship.

You and Pieck were just friends. You have known her since the first year in college, as you both entered the same club in the university, Archery Club. She already had an on-off relationship with Porco at that time, but she knew you like girls, and she wanted to test her sexual orientation. So she often texted and called you whenever she needed someone to talk to until you both found chemistry. Sometimes you wish she would end her relationship with Porco and start dating you, but every time you think you're gonna get her, she‘s back to him instead.

You wish you could hate her, but you like her so much, Pieck is the woman you've always dreamed of. She’s beautiful, warm, and kind, and she has a very beautiful smile. The moments when you spent with her are the magical ones. You are just her secret affair, but you can't ignore her every time she needs you.

You let out a long sigh. Tonight is Colt’s party, you think that you should've had fun. Don't let your negative thoughts affect your mood here. You saw everyone you know has come to this party.

Everybody seems so fabulous, and they look so happy dancing or chit-chatting with their partner. It was so pitiful you just drink alone, even Oluo is dancing with Petra now. And, ugh! You just saw Pieck kissing Porco, you glanced away quickly and searched for something entertaining like watching Sasha’s silly dance with Niccolo. You gulped your beer and chuckled watching them.

“They're a hilarious couple, but they seemed to have each other. I mean, the girl likes to eat, the boy likes to cook. What's better than that? They really match as a couple.”

Someone talked to you. You turned your head, there's a small and tall blonde smiling at you. Your eyes narrowed, trying to see if you recognize the figure standing in front of you.

“They're one of my fave couples in this world,” you replied, ignoring the fact that you don't know her. It's a party, after all, you can talk to anybody if you want, even to strangers.

She smiled, “oh, I'm Nanaba by the way.”

“I’m-” before you can finish your words, she interrupted you.

“I know you, you're Y/N.”

You stared at her in confusion, “how did you-”

“Hange. We're both friends. Before I came here, she knew that I was keeping an eye on you, so she challenged me if I dared to greet you. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“No, don't worry, being alone sucks. I was like a kitten who got lost in this crowd.”

“Not true, you looked so cute when you were alone.”

You smiled when you heard her teased you. “So, how did you know Hange?”

And your conversation continued with her story about how she can be friends with Hange, Levi, and Miche. She’s a fourth-year student, just like Levi, Hange, and Miche, in the Culinary Science program, in a different university as you, but she's a friend of Hange and friends and a senior of Eren and friends in high school.

You think that she's cool, she looks calm, but when she talks, you know that she’s pretty funny and has a good personality. She has an average build for her height, maybe around five feet seven inches. She had blue eyes and short blonde hair, which was parted slightly to the right with short bangs and an undercut. Her appearance was very good. She looks like an androgynous supermodel.

She touched your arm to protect you from the others who went crazy and wild while they were dancing around you. At that moment, you and she looked at each other. She gave you a beautiful smile, you feel better now when she's around you. And it makes you feel that you want to know more about her.

“Do you know her? I think she keeps glancing this way,” said Nanaba while you both laughed after she told you about the silly story of Miche in high school.

“Who?” you asked.

“That girl over there, the one who wore a yellow blouse and was embraced by her boyfriend. Her face looked jealous. Eww, She has a boyfriend, but she keeps glancing at others, I feel sorry for her boyfriend,” she explained.

You know who it is, what she meant was Pieck. Pieck was indeed staring at you, but when you glanced at her, she glanced away immediately. “Just ignore her,” you said.

Nanaba looked nonchalant then she continued her hilarious stories about her and her friends. You both acted like you were old friends. She can make you forget your sadness. You two look like you enjoyed having the time together at the party.

The longer you talked, the closer she got to you until her arms touched yours. You guys were so captivated by this magical moment that you didn't even realize her bodies were closing in. You reached your consciousness when someone grabbed your hand.

It was Pieck who held your hand. “We need to talk, ” she said.

“For what?” you asked.

“Please, I'm begging you,” she pleaded.

“But-”

“It’s okay,” said Nanaba. “Go ahead and talk to her.”

You sighed then followed Pieck from behind. You turned your head back and looked at Nanaba. You moved your lips to give her a sign to wait for you there. She nodded and smiled at you.

Pieck brought you to the powder room. She placed your body on the sink and kissed your lips. “C’mon, ” she said when she stopped. She looked at you, “touch me like the way you used to,” she said before she continued to kiss you.

She always knows how to turn you on. This is how she got you wrapped around her, but you also enjoyed it and she tasted so good. You pulled her body and placed her on the sink. You kissed her back. She looked satisfied and replied to every move you made for her. When you kissed her neck, she writhed and gasped.

You continued to run your hand through Pieck’s hair while kissing her upper body. All the memories about you and her hit your head. When she gave you a beautiful smile on the first night you spent with her.

Your hand on her back now, hiding under her blouse to touch her soft skin. Your memories showed her figure when she always said your name when she let you touch her more deeply.

You know how to make her satisfied. You know her sensitive spot on her body. She once told you that she likes the way you touched her, something that she can’t get in her boyfriend. Of course, you're a girl, she's a girl. Who can understand better about girls? Obviously, girls themselves. Just like Katy Perry says in ‘I Kiss a Girl’, “Us girls, we are so magical. Soft skin, red lips, so kissable. Hard to resist, so touchable, too good to deny it.”

Besides, sometimes guys are too focused on how to make themselves satisfied rather than make their girls satisfied. And even some guys see girls as a tool to satisfy their appetites. That's why Pieck can't let you go.

You stop kissing her, “but I'm not your toy anymore.” Then you pulled her body and left her there alone in the powder room.

It is a hard decision, you still like her, but you've done being her toy. You'd tired waiting for her, whereas she always lets her boyfriend touch her like the way you used to. Now, it's time to cut her ties and open a new chapter. Plus, you found new chemistry in someone else.

If you read a manga of AOT comedy spin-off, Attack on Titan: Junior High by Saki Nakagawa (they an Isayama’s junior in college), the author made Nanaba seem to have a crush on Miche ambiguously. And many fans pair her with Miche, I like MikeNana ship as well, but just like Pieck, I also like her as a lesbian👩‍❤️‍👩💜

By the way, this story inspired by Hayley Kiyoko - Curious MV ✨

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #aot #snk #fanfic #aot au #pieck finger #pieck x you #pieck x reader #pieck fanart #modern au #aot fanfiction #snk fanfiction #nanaba #fanart #snk fandom #romance #pieck x y/n #pieck supremacy

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Teen Wolf triads are something that can be so personal, so here’s a list of my faves

Scott/Stiles/Allison

The OG trio. The gang that dies together might not stay together, but they’re still iconic.

Scott/Stiles/Lydia

Any Scott/Stiles/X dynamic is brilliant, but few more than this one. These three have been there since the beginning and they’ve gone through so much together. There’s no Teen Wolf without them.

Scott/Stiles/Derek

They were the driving force in S1&2 and had some absolutely iconic moments together. Hate that there wasn’t more of them after that.

Scott/Derek/Isaac

Mostly based on S2/3. I was very invested in Isaac’s struggle to pick between these two.

Scott/Stiles/Isaac

This triad’s dynamic completely changes between S2 and 3. In Season 2, Isaac, as part of Derek’s pack is a slightly antagonistic figure and it’s very much Scott&Stiles vs Isaac but in S3, Scott and Isaac grow closer while Isaac and Stiles erm, don’t. It’s very fun to watch.

Scott/Isaac/Allison

My ot3 and the only trio on this list that I 100% ship.

Isaac/Erica/Boyd

Ayy, it’s the OG Hale Pack aka 3 teens bonding over being thrown headfirst into something they weren’t prepared for and Derek’s horrible leadership. Isaac should’ve ran away with Erica and Boyd for solidarity’s sake.

Chris/Allison/Isaac

Chris’s struggle between hating Isaac for dating his daughter and wanting to adopt him is hilarious. One of my favourites.

Scott/Melissa/Isaac

Who didn’t completely melt at Isaac joining the McCall fam? The scene where they’re ‘guarding’ Melissa was so cute. As a bonus, it made Stiles’s animosity towards Isaac that much stronger. Will forever hate that this trio was more or less non-existent in 3b even though I love Chris/Allison/Isaac.

Derek/Cora/Peter

The non-dead Hales. Why oh why did Cora have to leave? Their family dynamic was great.

Allison/Lydia/Cora

I know they only had a couple scenes as a triad, but there was so potential. We love antagonism with underlying sexual tension. And ofc, the only thing better than 1 terrifying badass that can secretly be super sweet is 3 terrifying badasses.

Derek/Isaac/Boyd

At one point, the only non-dead members of the Hale Pack (TW quickly amended that). I always think of the S3a Loft scene where Boyd and Isaac skip school to protect Derek. Despite how awful of an alpha Derek’s been, they still care about him and he cares about them (as actual people and not just betas that he needs for power like he did originally)

Derek/Allison/Lydia.

Yes it’s my 5th s3 based trio in a row, but can you blame me? This is 100% based off the classroom scene in 3x02.

Allison/Lydia/Jackson

Although Lydia and Jackson were both awful in S1, their friendship with Allison and their immediately taking her under their wing was beyond precious. Additionally, it combines both the asshole-who’s-soft-towards-1-person- dynamic (jydia w/ allison) and assholes-who-secretly-care-about-each-other (jydia) And ofc, the underlying tension due to Jydia’s disdain towards Scott and later, Jackson and Allison’s experiences/knowledge of the supernatural.

Malia/Kira/Lydia

Comedy gold. Their scenes speak for themselves and we needed more.

Liam/Mason/Corey

Their S6a dynamic is sooo underrated and should’ve been given more screen time. I loved watching Liam and Corey struggle to get along for Mason’s sake because they want him to be happy. It was all very wholesome and one of the few things that made 6a worth watching.

Stiles/Scott/Liam

Aka the best part of S4.Their dynamic is so fun and well-balanced and infinitely better because they’re a triad. You’ve got Scott and Liam figuring out their mentor/mentee relationship with Stiles co-parenting and preventing the Scott/Liam dynamic from turning unhealthy. (Liam and Scott’s S6 dynamic veered way too close to parent/child for my taste. They need Stiles to balance it out) It’s also hilarious how quickly Liam accepts being aggressively adopted by two idiots who are barely older than him. And Stiles takes so easily to playing older brother/co-parent. It’s adorable. They’re adorable.

Erica/Allison/Lydia

Very similar dynamic to Allison/Lydia/Cora due to Cora and Erica’s similar personalities but also not, which has a lot to do with Allison and Lydia’s reactions to Erica’s weaponized feminity. Also, there’s a lot more history between these girls and I want to know everything about what Erica thinks of Lydia after going to school with her for years.

Sherriff/Melissa/Chris

Of the top of my head, I can only remember that time where they were trapped under the Nemeton and that’s simply unacceptable.

Sheriff/Noshiko/Melissa.

It’s a crime that this triad never got scenes. Especially after the Sheriff tried to arrest Kira. I know Melissa bitch slapped him but I wanted to watch these two badasses gang up on the Sheriff together. ( the Noshiko/Melissa dynamic would be so iconic.)

Victoria/Noshiko/Melissa

Another triad that never shared scenes (obviously because Vic is dead) but their power would’ve been off the charts. I want to make a joke about milfs, but I’ll refrain.

The Yukimura fam

Seemed appropriate since my last two also included. Noshiko.I love family dynamics and the Yukimuras are no exception. The attraction of this triad, for me, is mostly the dynamic between Kira and Noshiko and how Ken navigates between them. They’re also a trio that we didn’t see nearly enough of in S4 and 5. Like seriously, where were they? Noshiko’s on the dead pool, but she’s barely mentioned. (on a mostly unrelated note, how is the 900 yr old Kitsune worth less than a girl that just found about her kitsune powers?)

Derek/Allison/Scott

I don’t need to explain this one. The angst, the drama, Derek projecting Kate onto Allison and Allison trying to murder Derek and their evolution to reluctant allies with a good dash of Scallison and Scott navigating his own difficult relationship with Derek. Aka the complicated, tension fraught trio we all loved/should love. ( ok, I kind of explained it)

Derek/Scott/Liam

And here we have a two for one deal; two mentor/mentee dynamics in 1 triad. People much smarter than me have written about this trio in extensive detail, so all I’m saying is that Derek’s that one uncle who occasionally comes around and gives somewhat helpful advice.

Braeden/Malia/Scott

Braeden and Scott were great in S4. Braeden and Malia were great in S5. Scott and Malia are pretty great when they’re not in a relationship. Combine, and you get what had to be a kick-ass triad that’s sadly never canonly shown together (I think)

Melissa/Chris/Isaac

Not actually featured in the show, but Isaac deserves all the parental figures and I want to witness the surely epic custody battle between Chris and Melissa.

Malia/Scott/Peter

That this trio is on here is actually pretty funny because I hate both Scalia and the forced Peter/Malia bonding in S6. But I loved the scene where Peter warned Malia not to fall in love with Scott because a) he has absolutely 0 right to advise her on anything and b) because of the history between Scott and Peter. In a way, a relationship with Malia is just another thing tying Scott to someone that’s repeatedly caused harm to him and his friends and was the initial cause for all the pain he’s suffered in the last couple years. I just find this dynamic worth exploring.

Malia/Derek/Peter

The Hales 2.0. Derek and Malia deserve to bond over unwillingly being related to Peter, that scumbag.

Malia/Stiles/Peter

Stiles and Peter are so fun together and Stalia is my jam. Throw in an antagonistic Malia and Peter relationship and they’re entertaining as hell. Much more lighthearted than Malia/Scott/Peter.

Stiles/Malia/Lydia

To clarify, this has nothing to do with a love triangle and everything to do with how their personalities play off each other. It’s one of those trios where together, they’re either terrifying or absolute morons.

Stiles/Cora/Derek

Admittedly, my version of this is very Sterek+Cora and the hilarity of Stiles and his attraction to Hales but it’s also 3x snark and you really can’t go wrong.

Scott/Stiles/Melissa

It’s Melissa and her boys 1.0. This woman is by far the best parent on this show, and I love the specific dynamic among these three. Melissa might not always like Stiles, but she cares about him and there’s the mutual understanding that they both adore Scott and would do anything for him. Also, Mel being exasperated by the dumbass duo is always funny.

Kate/Allison/Chris

Lowkey another custody battle because Kate and Chris do fight to be the bigger influence on Allison This is such a tragic trio to me, and the lesson here is basically that sometimes love isn’t enough. Chris and Kate both genuinely love Allison and she loves them too but can’t have both and at some point, she has neither. Kate and Chris care about each other, but that’s not enough either. In the end, they all lose each other. There’s no happy ending for them, at least not with each other.

Derek/Stiles/Peter

Stiles just has chemistry (not necessarily romantic) with all Hales and this trio really shines through in 3x01 and in S3 in general. “Chess is Stiles’s game” asgdhfjgh. I wanted more of that very specific dynamic.

That was a hell lot longer than I thought it would be, but what can you do. Feel free to tell me your own opinions in the tags/comments.

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just wanted to pop by and thank you for the cazzie fic! i've been obsessed with them lately so having one of my fave fic authors write them really helped me cope. if you ever have the time i would love it if you could write something where leah is jealous of dot cuz she thinks there is something between dot and fatin, and fatin realizing this. thanks, have a great day!

thanks for your kind words! <3

here's a quick little 900 words for your prompt! also on ao3

Honestly, Fatin should’ve figured it out weeks ago (she’s usually better at this stuff) and she’s a little bit annoyed at herself for how long it took, even though the lack of food, sleep, orgasms, and the overall health benefits of spending your summer vacay shipwrecked on a deserted island has made her brain tragically lackadaisical in the social comprehension department, except of course, if the certain social interaction involves death or threats of injury, then she pays attention.

Still, Fatin has eyes. Eyes that have categorized and tracked every single other girl on this island, so she knows a thing or two about patterns of behavior and all that other junk about observational studies from her AP Psych class she took last fall. Between getting a five on the AP Exam and predicting the Toni/Shelby hookup (listen, they just had too much weird sexual energy between them for something to be not going on), she really deserves some sort of medal to recognize her achievements. But then, it’d have to be revoked too, on account of her being an idiot the past few weeks.

The evidence becomes even more glaringly obvious and Fatin’s forced to see what’s in front of her face: Leah has feelings for her, feelings that sometimes make Leah more territorial of Fatin than usual.

Maybe she should do some of her own unpacking of why that realization has her stomach doing flips, especially every time they all have a meal on the beach, and Fatin notices how Leah chooses to sit down next to her more often than not, sitting so close sometimes their knees knock together.

It starts small, of course. Interactions Fatin would deem inconsequential, if she wasn’t so in tune with Leah’s general state of being—which, on the island, teeters between fragile and volatile, at best—so really the first hints aren’t really hints at all, until she’s looking back and includes them with the rest of the examples. By themselves though, a few moments here and there when Leah looks at her funny aren’t anything substantial. It certainly happens other times too, not just when Fatin is pretending to flirt with Dot, like when she sticks around and helps Dot with the inventory, or like last week when they all voted in favor of recon missions into the woods (to scope out more potential relocation spots ) and Fatin voted for Dot’s argument without even really thinking, and then volunteered to go on said recon missions with Dot, when everyone knows walking in the woods, or walking in general, isn’t her favorite thing, or like—

Okay, maybe Fatin is noticing a pattern now. But if she’s only just realized something odd about Leah’s behavior, the rest of the girls, especially Dot, are blissfully oblivious. Fair enough, staying alive has got to take up most of everyone's time and energy, so there really is no time for the type of drama Fatin used to live for, back before the island. That’s her old life now, she supposes, before a plane ride irrevocably changed the trajectory of her life forever.

In the end, Dot helps her in the most Dot way possible, because of course; she’s helped Fatin in every other way on this island, why not one more of Fatin’s predicaments for her to solve? Dot helps Fatin and doesn’t even realize it, just wanders over to her one day and tells her, tonelessly, “Leah wanted to switch with me for firewood duty today. Weird, since she hates it.”

It’s like she has the last puzzle piece to figuring everything out, but then suddenly, the puzzle goes missing. Later, when they’re walking through the woods, various shaped branches and sticks in hand, Fatin tries to get a read on what Leah really seems to be feeling, but the other girl is guarded with her emotions for once, and they only make small talk while doing their chore.

Thankfully, it’s that night that everything finally clicks into place. Fatin’s dozing, almost asleep, when she feels the sand shift around her, meaning Leah’s turning over to try to get comfortable. (Another thing Fatin now notices, Leah makes it a point to claim sleeping space next to Fatin most nights.) She tries to keep her breath even so Leah doesn’t suspect she’s still awake—not that anything would happen right now, they’re surrounded by the six other girls, most of them who are probably still awake. Fatin feels the sand shift again and imagines Leah’s arm moving to tuck itself under her head. It’s her own preferred way of sleeping, using her upper arm as a pillow and having the rest of her arm and hand stick out. Instead, she feels the soft heat of Leah’s hand on hers, just barely, as her pinky finger loops itself around Fatin’s own finger. There’s a second where Fatin feels both of their heartbeats (she hopes Leah can’t tell hers has ticked considerably uptempo) before they sync up, beating as one.

Fatin doesn’t dare open her eyes, she just lays there listening to the roll of the waves and feels the thrum of both of their hearts beating together, under the stars.

(In the morning, Toni shoots her an eyebrow-waggling when she walks over to wake them both up and sees their hands tangled together (Fatin wonders when that happened during the night) but she doesn’t even care.)

#the wilds #the wilds fic #leah rilke #fatin jadmani #leah x fatin #leatin #dot campbell #jealous!leah is my fav #watch in real time how i remember how to write leatin lol #my writing

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Season 1: The Rankings

WOW it’s been ages since I’ve posted here. But before moving on to s2, I wanted to talk about my TOP TEN FAVE EPISODES.

Something that surprised me about spn now i’ve finally watched some of it is how variable the episodes are in terms of quality. They’re not afraid to experiment either, and that flexibility is probably one reason this show lasted so long. Some things worked for me, some things didn’t. ANYWAY these are my opinions etc. just from a first time watcher!! 1.) Episode 6: SKIN. This episode, man. Where to even begin: I could be here all night. Suffice to say that the sequence where the shapeshifter sheds his Dean skin to “Hey Man Nice Shot” is just. Chef’s kiss. For the first time, the true depth of Dean’s self loathing truly came to the fore. How socially outcast he knows himself to be, all that hidden shame, that resentment he harbours towards Sam for having (potentially) a way out of the hunter life, coupled with his desperation not to lose him to the “normal world”: somewhere that Dean knows he can’t follow him. After so much posturing and bravado, that inner parodox was SO interesting to witness - he SHOOTS HIMSELF at the end -- and, for me, really steered the character into more *~ thematically complex territory ~* All the songs were good tbh. In-a-Gadda-da-Vida? Yes. 11/10

2.) Episode 11: SCARECROW. There was just so much going on in this episode, but the thing I liked most was the setting. It looked so good!! Autumnal and pastoral. After a couple of (in my opinion) not very good-looking episodes, it was a real breath of fresh air. I also loved Sam in this episode: he looked so small standing by the side of that road. I fully understood the argument, but I also loved how dean just... called him intermittently to update him on the case?This episode really drove home to me how alone they are, how they really have no-one but each other. It also really highlighted how far Sam has drifted from episode 1: he’s on the fringes now, too. All too quickly backsliding into the role of rootless grifter, an identiy he’d tried so hard to claw his way out of. Also, there’s a tome. 10/10

3.) Episode 12: FAITH. This. Episode. Slaps. To be honest, this is probably technically the masterpiece of the season in terms of plot, visuals, antagonist, music etc. but w/e it’s my list. Right off the bat Dean is dying and he’s like it’s fine Sammy, I’m not even mad about it, which is fucked up but then what is more fucked up is that his dad doesn’t even come when Sam leaves him a message? Dean seems to view dying as like. A thing grownups just have to do sometimes. Like jury duty. It’s extremely,extremely sad. Anyway I love the drama of Sam smashing apart the altar, I love the big tent, I love the “don’t fear the reaper” montage. It’s all, quite simply, a *~cut above~* 10/10

4.) Episode 7: HOOK MAN. I don’t know if I was meant to love this episode so much?? I just really, really liked it. I loved the central mystery, and I thought Sam in particular really shone when it came to dealing with the townsfolk and the afflicted girl. It was one of the most thematically coherent episodes when it came to tying the monster to sublimated fear, in this instance, sex and sexuality! Damn do Americans have a weird relationship with sex. And not just with women; this episode really shone a spotlight on Sam’s sexuality wrt his guilt over Jess, his desire for normality, his coltish nervousness in Lori’s presence. There was SO. MUCH. Bonus points for ugly mid-2000s fashions. 10/10

5.) Episode 3: DEAD IN THE WATER. This was the first episode which really made me sit up and go, oh, okay. I can see why people lose their minds over this show. When it’s good, Supernatural just. Shoots a volt of pure catharsis straight into your chest. This was also the first time I really sat up and took note of Jensen Ackles’ acting chops. There’s just so much going on with him every time he’s onscreen, and each little paradoxical turn he gives to Dean’s character is a joy to witness. It was a visually beautiful episode, with a strong supporting cast. The moment I saw her in her silky lavender nightgown, twisting up her unrealistically perfect chingoin, I wished to marry Amy Acker’s character. I know she doesn’t come back to spn but she should’ve!! She should’ve!! 10/10

6.) Episode 5: BLOODY MARY. I’ve heard tell of this episode being a bit of a fandom classic, and I support it. The last few minutes at the end? When Sam sees Jess at the side of the road in that slow panning shot, to the Rolling Stones song Laugh I Nearly Died? It was just... I think it changed me as a person, honestly. This show. It’s lower down on the list for me because how how freaking dark the lighting was at the end, but that might have just been the poor quality stream I found. But yeah, I really liked the plucky teen girl who helped them; I was pleasantly surprised to see a glamourous queen bee-type portrayed as smart and competent, and remain alive by the end. Gold star for you, spn. I know it’s all downhill from here. 9/10

7.) Episode 15. THE BENDERS. First off, I have to give it points for the production design on that house. My brother was of the opinon it would’ve made a good video game enviroment (according to him a lot of spn is akin to a video game which... yeah). This episode also made me really acutely feel for Dean. Could it be because I’m an older sister and this was a literal nightmare scenario? Perhaps. But again what really came to the fore was the single-mindedness with which Dean acted. Sam being dead was literally not an option for him. On a lesser show that might have been left as a given, but the time was really taken to give an almost sinister intensity to Dean’s thoughts and behavior. Some really pretty car shots too. 9/10

8.) Episode 17: HELL HOUSE. What can I say about this? It’s just fun. I love the two conspiracy guys, I love the sibling prank war, I love the concept of a monster created by shared belief. The set design was cool, as was the montage at the beginning where they’re interviewing all the witnesses. It’s a briskly paced and lighthearted episode, which was a breath of fresh air and welcome break after last episode left the Winchester boys abandoned by their father. Yet. Again. Ugh. Throw the whole dad away. 9/10

9.) Episode 19: PROVENANCE. Haunted painting! Haunted! Painting!! This is a simple lil episode but it receives points for Sam and Dean’s best and least convincing disguises thus far -- art dealers -- and a fun, sweet love interest for Sam. He’s so bashful! I thought she was smartly written and I especially liked that she took a more active role and actually helped them solve the case than other side characters we’ve seen so far. I also liked when they were standing over the grave and she was like wow, your lives are really fucked up... it’s true wtf these poor guys?? Anyway 8/10

10.) Episode 14: NIGHTMARE. This spot was a real toss-up between this and SOMETHING WICKED, but NIGHTMARE just edged it out because of the strong supporting character Max, as well as the sheer conceptual power of psychic Sam. Something about the way Dean treats his brothers latent psychic powers as... kind of a concern, but ultimately about on a par with him developing, like, a shellfish allergy, is hilarious to me. They have so many problems, it’s just low priority! Sorry Sammy. But what really clinched this episode for me was the three second-ish sequence where Sam shoves the dresser free with his mind, Dean gets shot in his vision, and Sam bursts into the room. Brilliance. Someone call the x-men. My heart was in my mouth. BIG minus points however for the extensive heart-to-hearts. It was just too much for me. It went on for so long. 7/10

This certainly is a show. I see that now. Anyway. Onto season 2!

#supernatural #long post #supernatural s1 #some dishonorable mentions: ep 4's frankly insulting attempt to convince me a flight attendant would allow the winchesters to drag a man off #and perform an exorcism on him #ep 8 for its Many Crimes #ep 22 when dean said that can't be dad #he told me he was proud of me!#JAIL #JAIL FOR SUPERNATUAL

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yourfavessexualityshouldvebeen · 10 months

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solas dragon age shouldve been bi

[Id: Solas from Dragon Age on the bisexual flag]

Solas from Dragon Age should’ve been bisexual!

#request #lgbt frogs #solas #dragon age #I’m sorry but I looked him up and said outside ‘HES TOO UGLY TO BE BI’#your faves sexuality should’ve been #bisexual

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kithtaehyung · 2 years

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hi ryen :D using my pomodoro break to drop the line ive been thinking about literally since stay came out LOL

"Damn, he really can just read you like a book if he wanted to. Maybe those volumes under his coffee table are just decor, and people are the ones he reads the most."

i really like this line because i feel like it not only adds more depth and more to love about 3tan yoongi, but it also really encapsulates what i (and a lot of other people) love about irl yoongi--he always knows the right thing to say, and when he does, it just makes you feel so seen. even in the context of that scene, he's showing his concern for oc but its hidden beneath a thin veil of casualness that's so him and makes the whole conversation sweeter.

i also really like the whole back-and-forth that we see between the different pov chapters because both yoongi and oc constantly have moments where they're hit with the realization of how well the other can read them, and its really a testament to how much of a match they really are, despite the fact that those instances scares them

(damn i didnt mean to write this much UHHH i promise ill write a proper reblog someday but for now im going back to studying 😔 ily and hope u take care ryen!)

NARYYYYY😭💖💕 oh my god!! This is amazing?? I knew you followed 3tan but I didn’t know you would have all these thoughts (but I should’ve known from your commentary survey submission bc I am so excited to answer yours🥺)

But holy shit, this line. I don’t think someone has brought it up in any of the reviews yet but it was one of the ones that I was really proud of! Your explanation behind this answer though.. that’s what gets me. Wow. One of the intentions is for 3tan!yoongi to make reader feel seen, so to have that comparison to irl yoongi just makes me feel many things🥺🍊 That’s incredible. And it’s even better when we know that reader is now truly seeing this side of him in a normal way and not just a sexual sense, if that makes sense.

And yes!! Both of them are so similar, it’s true. They really could be a stellar match but they still have that huge barrier stopping them from acting on what they want to. I just—UGHHHH!! I love them so much and want the same things yall want, I promise😭🦋

I LOVE WHEN PPL RAMBLE ITS OKAY🤣 I do it all the time but I honestly love talking about fics so please ramble away. Good luck on studying!! Pretend I’m there waving a banner before giving you some tangerines LOL🍊🍊🍊 fighting !!

What is your fave line or part from the 3tan series?

#THANK YOU BABE!!#ugh ily):#nary!#asks:3tan #*ryenfictalk #mailbox💌#calm tag

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sadaboutniall · 4 years

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happy halloween! 👻 here’s a quickie little yn x niall fic to celebrate my fave holiday! this song is the vibe, if you want some listening to go along with.

the moon laughs and whispers, ‘tis near Halloween

Unsurprisingly, Halloween is perfectly at home in Edinburgh. The night is dark and damp, a pervasive chill hanging in the air as you and your friends rush drunkenly along the cobblestone street, rain hitting the backs of your necks, and warm, golden lamplight from flats above trickling out onto the dark stone. The city is as alive as it always is—alive in a way that feels like a million different lives, like it somehow knows both the past and the future, like it’s holding you close but also hurtling you forward. It feels like tonight is a special night—and, although you have no real reason to think this Halloween will be different from any other Halloween, you let that feeling in, let it settle into your bones and carry you forward toward the party.

It had been Fiona’s idea, going to the football squad’s Halloween party. Your other friends had championed a pub crawl or a scary movie night at the flat, but Fiona’d heard about the football party and, knowing the keeper she’s been crushing on would surely be there, insisted. And now you’re here, drunk in a witch costume on a dark October eve, your pointed hat barely keeping the rain off your face, orange and brown leaves crunching under the heel of your boots as you pick up the pace and run toward the party, giggling into the night.

The football house is packed even fuller than you’d imagined it would be, the air thick with the smell of beer and weed and Fiona, dressed as Posh Spice, spots the keeper just milliseconds after your group ducks into the party, disappearing in a flurry of rhinestones. It leaves just three of you—Fleur, Amina, and yourself—standing in the middle of a heaving party, first years entirely out of their element.

“Drinks?” Fleur, dressed as a zombie bride, asks.

“Drinks.” Echoes Amina, the antennas on her alien costume bobbing as she nods her head.

The three of you clasp hands so as not to lose each other and Fleur leads the way, zig zagging through the crowd of goblins and ghouls and strangely sexual Boris Johnson costumes until she finds the kitchen, a dark, damp little room with one, singular coffin shaped window above the sink and no furniture save for a wooden table in the middle of the room, without a single chair. Atop the table sits a literal cauldron, cast iron and all, with a pink liquid gently swaying inside.

“Ick,” says Amina, bringing her hand up to cover her mouth. “Boys.”

“It doesn’t look like anyone’s been in here for a hundred years,” you say, voice low. Something about the room makes you feel like you’ve travelled a million miles away from the party, just on the other side of the door. You can’t hear a thing in here—just the pitter patter of the rain against the window, and the creaking of the floorboards as Fleur steps forward.

“That’s probably true,” she laughs, peering into the cauldron. “I bet none of these lads can cook. They must order Nando’s every night.”

“Probably,” Amina agrees, stepping forward to peer over Fleur’s shoulder. “At least they went through the effort of making a mixed drink, though. I’m far too bloated for a beer.”

“Aye,” Fleur’s Scottish accent thickens when she’s drunk, but it sounds even thicker all of a sudden. “Commitment to the theme as well.”

“It smells lovely,” says Amina, shutting her eyes as she smiles. “Like roses.”

“Really?” Fleur says, as you step deeper into the kitchen and join them around the cauldron. “I reckon it smells like chocolate.”

You lean forward, too, despite yourself. The scent of the drink is intoxicating—neither roses nor chocolate but, you think, the distinct smell of a chilly day by the sea: salt air and a rising tide and it’s more like a memory than a scent, a moment in time, the most peculiar sense of deja vu. Whatever it is, it’s not the kind of smell that should be coming from a mixed drink at a house party. Whatever it is, you don’t want to step away from it.

The three of you—the witch, the bride, and the alien—stand over the cauldron for a long moment, breathing it in. There is no sound beyond the rain outside, no semblance of the party raging beyond the kitchen door. It’s just the three of you, this cold, quiet room, and the strangely comforting feeling that you are, after all, not alone.

“Are there any cups?” Amina speaks first, glancing up at you, across the table from her. Her brown eyes are glassy, her gaze faraway.

“Cups,” you echo, a little floaty, your mind still by the seaside. “Right. Let me find some.”

The room’s only cabinets flank the sink and the single window, one on each side. You find the first cabinet empty except for a shimmery spider web and an old looking candle, but the second holds exactly what you’re looking for: three cocktail glasses, set on the shelf in a pretty row, glinting despite the dingy light. Perfect.

“Bingo!” You say, turning back toward your friends. “And only three left anyw—guys?”

The room is empty.

The cauldron still sits atop the table, its intoxicating smell strong as ever, but your friends are not where you left them, twenty seconds ago, when you turned toward the cabinets. Your friends are not anywhere in sight.

“Guys?” You call out again, taking one step forward. “You’re so not funny. I found cups.”

Silence.

“Fleur? Amina?” You step forward again, toward the center of the room, toward the drink. “You want a drink, or no?”

Still, silence—somehow more silent than before. Even the rain sounds like it’s whispering.

“This is fucking freaky,” you say, one last shot, trying to keep the tremble out of your voice. “You guys win, I’m fully freaked out, Happy Halloween.”

Silence. Stillness. A sudden, oppressive need to get out of this room.

Quick as a cat, you do.

When you step back through the door and out into the party, alone, it’s like you were never gone. In fact, it’s a bit like time has stopped—the party is just as packed as it was when you arrived, and you’re pretty sure the same song is still blasting through the speakers. Confused but ignoring it, you start to push your way through the crowd, in search of your friends.

A few steps deeper into the crowd and you spot a sliding back door. It makes perfect sense to you, the idea of Fleur and Amina slipping out into the backyard for some air, so you head straight for it, stepping out into the chilly, dark night.

The rain has mostly stopped, though the leafy ground is still damp beneath your feet and the air feels wet, like it could begin again at any moment. Although it’s dark, you can see well enough—the yard is illuminated by a group of jack o’lanterns lined up along the back brick wall, and fairy lights strung between trees, casting a warm, flickering aura—and it’s immediately clear that Amina and Fleur are not out here. In fact, no one is.

You turn around to head back inside, pulling your phone out of your pocket as you do. And that’s when you walk right into him.

“Lads, are you—oof. Deo, you eejit—shit, you’re not, I’m so sorry, are you okay?”

“I—” you step back to collect yourself for a moment, eyes trailing up the hard chest you just stumbled straight into. It’s just a guy—blonde hair, bright blue eyes, thick Irish accent—but there’s something about him that keeps you rooted to your spot. Something about him that feels safer than going back inside.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He rushes, when you don’t answer. I should’ve been looking, I’m so sorry.”

“No, no,” you manage. “I’m fine. It was my fault anyway, was looking at my phone. Are you okay? You sounded, like, worried?” You don’t know this man, you have no idea what his worried sounds like. But you can’t stop yourself from saying it.

“Can’t find my mates anywhere,” the stranger says, eyes sweeping the backyard over your head. “It’s like they fucking vanished.”

“I lost my friends too,” you echo, turning to look with him, though you know you’ll only find an empty yard. “I thought they might be out here, but nothing.”

“Two lost souls,” says the stranger, a smile in his voice. When you turn back around he’s pulling at his phone, saying, “I’m just going to text them and tell them I’m out here. They can come find me.”

“I was about to do the same,” you tell him, glancing down at your phone in your hands to shoot off the text. “There are way too many people in there.”

“Wanna wait it out together?” He looks up from his phone, a smile on his face. It brings out one tiny dimple, and sets your heart moving a little faster. “I’m Niall.”

“I’m a witch,” you smile back at him and he laughs, blue eyes trailing down your body once. It sends a jolt of something through you, makes you hope the flush creeping up your face isn’t visible in the flickering light.

“Have you got any powers?” Asks Niall, his eyes moving back up to meet yours. The blue is stunningly bright, even in the darkness.

“That’s for me to know,” you say, more smoothly than you ever imagined. “And you to find out. What’s your costume?”

“You can’t tell?” He glances down at himself, dressed in double denim with an American flag bandana tied around his neck. “Bruce Springsteen.”

“Right,” you nod, though it wasn’t obvious to you at all. “Course. You need to work on that accent, though.”

“Do I?” He raises an eyebrow, and adopts a surprisingly good—if over exaggerated—New Jersey accent. “I’m pretty proud of it, honestly. Been convincing people that it’s real all night.”

It’s not all that difficult for you to believe, actually, a bunch of drunk Brits buying into a fake, over the top, American accent without a single question. Instead, you ask him, “is there a tragic backstory, then? To go along with the tragic attempt at an accent?”

Niall laughs, bold and loud into the dark night, and suddenly you realize how entirely unafraid you feel with him—how you’d been on edge since the moment you stepped into the party but now that’s gone, evaporated, replaced, with a warm feeling in your belly and Niall’s infectious laughter. You bring your drink up to your lips and take a sip before you realize yet another thing: you have no memory of filling up your cup before leaving the kitchen.

Across from you, Niall’s clutching what looks like a pint of Guinness, which is a drink that makes very little sense at a house party. The more you think about it, the less of the night makes sense. You shake your head to push it away, not quite ready to give this up just yet.

Under the golden, flickering light from the jack o'lanterns, you study Niall: the way his freckles sprinkle across his thick neck, how his roots are so much darker than the blonde at his tips, the tuft of chest hair peeking out from where his denim shirt is unbuttoned—everything about him leaves you breathless, desperate, longing, attracted to him in a way you’ve never experienced before. You feel, distinctly, that you are both supposed to be here, tonight, alone, together.

You feel, distinctly, that something went out if its way to make sure this would happen.

And maybe it’s the drink—the mysterious thing that smells like sea salt to you and roses to Amina—but here, with the wind rising around you and the night settling in, you have the distinct feeling that Niall is on the exact same page.

“I have the strangest feeling,” Niall says, voice dropping to something like a whisper. Behind him, leaves rustle as the wind blows a strong, measured gust though the garden. “We haven’t met before, have we?”

“I don’t think so,” you can’t look anywhere other than Niall’s eyes. “But I know what you mean.”

Niall nods, taking one step forward to lessen the gap between you. He’s so close you can smell him: warm and musky and soft and something else, too—something that reminds you of salt air and days by the sea. “I just feel like,” he says, and you nod.

“Me too.”

Far, far away someone calls your name, but you can’t stop looking at Niall, stepping closer and closer to him with every distant shout of your name. The shouting grows louder and louder until it’s impossible to ignore, although Niall doesn’t seem to acknowledge it at all. You open your mouth to ask him if he can hear it too, but before you get the chance something shakes your shoulder, calls your name one more time, and you open your eyes.

“Jesus,” says Amina, a mixture of relief and concern clouding her features. “You are impossible to wake up.”

“I’m—what?” You sit up in bed, head foggy, limbs heavy. “Fuck, what time is it?”

“Noon,” Amina pulls out her phone to check. “We’re gonna be late for our brunch reservations, that’s why I came to wake you up.”

“Oh,” you rub your eyes, shaking your head to try to bring yourself back down to Earth. “I was having such a vivid dream, sorry.”

“It’s cool, just hurry up.” Amina makes her way to your bedroom door, but pauses before she steps back out into the hallway. “Oh, by the way, Fiona said there’s a Halloween party at the football house tonight and she’s fucking desperate to go since she fancies the keeper. Could be fun, no?”

On Halloween night, dressed as a witch, you stand in the backyard of the football house with your friends. The yard is illuminated by jack o’lanterns and fairy lights and Fiona is off snogging the keeper upstairs and you feel warm and safe and happy, despite the autumnal chill in the air. As Fleur tells your small group a story about the weird couple sitting across from you at brunch today, you drop your head back to stare up at the night sky, sprinkled with stars, and the full moon peeking out over the clouds. It feels like you are supposed to be here tonight. You exhale, watching your breath fog with the cold and curl in the air above you.

“I’m going to refill my drink,” you say, smiling at the small group you’ve been standing with. You can feel something budding between Fleur and the pretty girl she’s been chatting to, dressed as Britney Spears, and you want to give them a moment alone. Fleur flashes you a grateful smile as you walk away.

Back inside, you locate the entirely normal kitchen, bright and airy and crowded, with a coffin-shaped window above the sink, and pull open the fridge to grab a beer from the stock inside. When you shut the door, there’s someone standing on the other side.

He’s dressed as Bruce Springsteen, double denim and an American flag bandana around his neck. He’s blonde hair with dark roots, and bright blue eyes. He’s staring right at you, with an unmistakable look of recognition on his face.

“Hi,” he says, stepping forward to lessen the gap between you and him. He smells warm and musky and safe—with a whiff of something like salt air. “Sorry if this is a bit weird, but I’m Niall. Have we—have we met before?”

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#one direction #1dff #one direction fan fiction #niall horan #niall horan fic #niall horan fan fiction #niall horan imagine #niall #niall horan x reader #halloween #thank u to rand for all her help with this as always!!#this is v different for me I hope it's ok!

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thequibblah · 3 years

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directors cut for WTRF? 🥺👉👈 not biased at all obviously just objective third party asking for a directors cut hmmm hmmmmm

literally how could u do this every other word in that fic is an easter egg i can't shut up about..... bestie u are about to have regrets

one thing u should know is that 90% of things in this fic have real-world equivalents and its not even like....... hidden equivalents. serie primo = serie a, for instance. this trend is going to continue and i won't apologise <3

fun fact i named the bar the Bar and the drinks after shapes because i was too lazy to come up with something actually clever

this bit

I’m grinning to myself by the time she approaches my table.

was a very intentional fakeout and if you read this and thought "she" would be lily, feel free to sue me for emotional damages

the biggest conundrum of this AU was, how are jily not going to have met in school when magic exists? the solution was, of course, having multiple magic schools. but i couldn't let one of them have hogwarts, that didn't seem fair. i know i did sort of let lily have it..... but i felt more comfortable making hogwarts a university so there was a legit reason why james wasn't there and in gryffindor (if he'd gone he absolutely would have been)

once solved, i did the fun thing of naming them! ottaline gambol's was easy, i just scrolled through the list of ministers for magic and picked a progressive one. peverell hall was a whim, made all the funnier when lily's reaction is:

Much was made at Otty’s — one of the more progressive magical schools, named for one of the more progressive Ministers of Magic — of schools like Peverell Hall and St. George’s. The latter, I know, is chock-full of pureblooded elite. Peverell Hall is supposed to be slightly better, but still.

dang, it's gonna be funny if she ever finds out james is a descendant of the guy it's named after

fun fact, i included this because peter's question was a real thought i had when reading bond and free, your inspiring writing knows no limits:

The first thing you conjure in Walking Wombat is a yellow quill... “Why yellow?” Peter asked. Eddie gave him a strange look. “Why not?”

i realised i'd put jily in the same conundrum they had in tis the fucking season here:

It’s only then that I remember she’s just bought us drinks. I turn back to my triangle. “Oh, shit.” I suppose I can pawn it off on one of the others.

...but of course the resolution is rather different, and i do so enjoy a james with no filter (aka default james)

I briefly lose control of my brain and my tongue. “Is it too soon to say I’m in love with you?”

by the way, no-filter james will be a theme. wild things sure do run fast but not as fast as this boy runs his mouth!

also, another interesting challenge here was making sure james has a reason to be the way he is in AU. i love playing around with james's childhood/background and seeing how that affects his character while (hopefully!) staying true to who he is. i did that in ttfs by having him move around a lot and not meet the marauders until after the flashback timeline, which is why he's less of a git — he doesn't have the level of comfort in a social setting that canon james has with hogwarts, which is basically his playground from day 2 of first year lol

here, james was probably a fkn nightmare all through school, but of course he gets a big ego check when his quidditch career is derailed. i imagine his years in italy as a continuation of that humility lesson.

I will fully admit I used to be a cocky prick. This is what comes of being a kid who grew up with everything. But one useful thing that the whole fiasco four years ago taught me is humility. I’ve learned how to ask nicely for another chance.

and so much of writing him in wtrf is juggling that typical confidence with the insecurity/fear of losing something he's invested so much in (and has seen slip away before). it's really new to me, because typically i give lily uncertain life circumstances, but i suppose it's both of them in this AU.

the car thing was... i swear didn't start out as smutty, it was purely because i wanted a way to establish lily as muggleborn in a world where the connotations of not having magical parents is very different. more to come on that!

also, come to think of it, by this metric...

I’m now in dangerous territory, since that adds another impressive action to her running tally.

...i think james is already in love with her LOL

this bit:

The street is considered indecent and the downstairs hallway would have our landlady come running at once, so if it pleases Your Honour, we would recommend the sitting room sofa.

...was actually because in draft one lily was a lawyer, but then it was funny enough that i didn't want to take it out, but NOW i realise it makes it sound a little like she's addressing james as your honour, which.... hm. but anyway, we move on

Marc Bolan begs us to get it on through the stereo, vocalising my thoughts exactly.

the song here was initially "you shook me" (h/t @keepingupwithpotters) but i chickened out because zeppelin is SO horny dfjkhgkjs

also, it gave me so much joy to read everyone reacting to lily thinking about her ex (the general vibe was "who the fuck is this guy!!! ew!!!!") — rest assured (or, unassured??) that he has a part to play in all this. anyway, this is one of my fave lines:

He’s just a person, and there’s such a relief in sleeping with James and not the myth of a guy.

because as any come together reader knows....

Just James. Just James. It was never just James.

wtrf lily will learn!

literally the whole world knows i'm obsessed with needle drops that have no subtlety at all, but this one...

We just laugh, tangled together in a sweaty heap, as “Heaven Is in the Back Seat of My Cadillac” plays through the car’s speakers. “On the nose, isn’t it?” James says, sitting up.

...was pure luck, because i was looking up the top hits on the uk singles chart for the week(ish) this scene takes place in so that i could find a song that would realistically play on the radio, saw this, and was like omg the stars really do align

i feel like the thing i enjoy most about writing romance is the importance i get to place in noticing/looking/observing (and sometimes, not noticing!). it's just such a powerful but simple writerly tool, and god knows i am obsessed with pithy descriptions anyway, so this bit i am especially happy with:

James is already waiting, leaning against the car with his hands in his pockets. I feel as though I’m seeing him for the first time, the faint light of the flickering streetlamp catching him in profile: the strong slope of his nose, the hard line of his jaw, the curve of his smile. He studies the facade of our building with open curiosity, and I wonder what he’s looking for.

(one can only imagine james's train of thought in this moment. perhaps "ah. here lives the future love of my life"?)

“Thanks,” she tacks on at the end. I tip my head to one side in confusion. “For what?” “For, I don’t know. Being nice.” She laughs awkwardly. “I don’t do this very much.”

it wouldn't be a quibblah original tee em without some discourse to come about the nature of romantic/sexual relationships, would it? one thing i enjoy about this AU ("one thing" i say as if this isn't the billionth thing in a list) is that i get to write a romantic lily who's squaring that romanticism with what she perceives as the culture of the times. (this is a bit of a staple in all my characterisations of lily, but it is not often paired with casual sex, the complication of all complications!)

oh this bit literally wrote itself like i didn't even pause to think just vomited it out:

In the morning — and it must be early still — the sun streams through Lily’s sorry excuses for curtains with aggression that cannot be ignored. I crack open an eye to find myself sprawled out across her bed, quite literally spread-eagled. She’s attached to my side like a barnacle. Or a very pretty barnacle, anyway.

i'm especially proud of james's voice in this story. i don't often write first-person fic and i was worried how it'd turn out, but i think james as a character/narrator typically colours his own 3rd-person narration so strongly that it ended up a smoother transition than i'd feared!

also i just. i can't resist throwing in comic relief and i hope that this whole segment was a gentle enough preparation for the awkwardness that followed LOL

All of a sudden, the balcony door bursts open. I nearly drop the mug. “What the—” Mary pokes her head around the corner, sporting a righteous smile. “Morning, handsome.” Over her shoulder she shouts, “He’s on the balcony!” I blink. There’s a sound from inside the flat, as if something very large has just been dropped. Then a swear. “Oh, shit,” I say, realisation dawning, “you weren’t looking for me, were you? It’s so loud out here—” Mary cups a hand around her mouth and stage-whispers, “Lily was frantic.” She’s quite violently yanked back, and Lily herself appears in the doorway, slightly out of breath. “Should’ve checked the balcony first,” she says, and closes the door before Mary can insert herself into the space again. “Hi,” I say, which is agreed-upon best practice for greeting a woman you’ve just had fantastic sex with and ideally would like to have sex with again.

to this day i don't know what lily dropped. let's hope it wasn't expensive!

Captained the under-17 English squad at the World Cup some years back, Serie Primo’s lead goal-scorer of last year… Only an injury in what should’ve been his first season at Puddlemere mars his record. I wince reading about it and comparing it to a heap of press clippings. James Potter was hurt, and Puddlemere didn’t fancy paying for him not to play, so they shipped him off to Milan.

(you cannot imagine how much pointed interrogation of my brother it took to gather this intel.) i constantly worry that i've got dates or timelines wrong somehow — you might notice i tweaked under-17, which used to be under-19 until i realised that made no sense (even though in terms of its career importance i would much preferred it to have been u-19.... anyway). i also found out that u-17 football squads don't actually have captains but i said fuck it on that count.

but obviously i started writing this AU for the sports possibilities, only to discover i'm going to have to interfere a great deal with the Timeline (you shall see in future instalments).

god i really went through the whole fic. like i reread the whole thing to do this. here u go clare jfbghjfd

#this has no right to be this long #wtrf #clareee75 #ask me #director's cuts

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thepunkbug · 3 years

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Okay, so there’s a lot going on right now to do with Brendon Urie from Panic! At The Disco, and I figured I’d give my take on it.

Before I start, I should say I got most of my information from other people on social media - YouTube, Twitter, Tik Tok, and I read some articles. Because of where I got most of my information, I won’t be able to link anything, so I implore you to do your own research as well. That being said, here’s a brief rundown of what happened, with my opinion at the end.

First and foremost, Brendon has been called out for being racist. There’s a Vine of him mouthing along to the n-word, and while he didn’t outright say it, he did still mouth along to it. Being white, he had no business doing that, and he should’ve censored the word out entirely, but he didn’t. He’s since apologized and been a supporter of BLM, even going onto Twitch when George Floyd was killed, and making a post on his Instagram about how white privilege affects him, all of which can be found on YouTube or Instagram.

Secondly, he was accused of being transphobic. Most of you are probably confused because he is pansexual himself, and he wrote a song about bisexuality, and he can be found decked out in pride flags at concerts. However, there is a video of him at an interview saying the transphobic slur, and since he’s cisgender, he has no right using that word. From what I know, he was explaining his sexuality when someone asked him about it, and he quoted what someone had said to him, which included the transphobic slur. He’s since apologized on Periscope (I’m not sure if there’s a YouTube video of that or not), and as we all know, he’s been a huge advocate for LGBTQ+ rights ever since.

There’s also a video of Brendon joking about raping fans at a concert. You can find this on YouTube, where he says something along the lines of “If I see you after the show, I’m gonna fuck you. I don’t care if you want it - I care more if you don’t!” If the video isn’t edited shorter, you can also hear Dallon Weekes say “And I’m gonna watch,” though no one ever mentions that. This isn’t me trying to get Dallon cancelled. Quite frankly, I don’t like cancel culture and I think people are way too trigger happy to destroy someone’s career. My only reason for interjecting this is if you’re gonna get mad at Brendon for making that joke, then get mad at Dallon for adding onto it, too.

More recently, he’s been accused of sexually assaulting a fan. Someone on Twitter by the name of Kam retold a story of being a minor when he met Brendon, and Brendon was kissing and touching him inappropriately despite knowing he was a minor. There were also other accounts saying similar things happened to them. However, from what I know, the whole Kam thing was actually a Wattpad self-insert fanfiction that someone stole the plot of, and the multiple different accounts were actually one person, and they were lying, so there’s absolutely no evidence of Brendon sexually assaulting a minor or behaving inappropriately in that way whatsoever.

Lots of people also get upset with the Zack Hall thing. Zack Hall was Brendon’s bodyguard for a long time, and Breezy Weekes recently came out and said that Zack Hall basically sexually harassed her the entire time Dallon was in Panic!. Other people came out and said they had similar encounters with Zack Hall, and he’s now fired from Panic!. Similarly, when Kenny Harris was accused of sexually harassing/assaulting minors, he was also fired. People are upset because Brendon is remaining friends with Zack Hall, though I really don’t think that’s any of our business. As far as I see it, they’ve been close friends for years, and it’s hard to just drop that, even if they do something you disagree with. Also, Zack was fired, which is what people wanted. I think it’s dumb to hold Brendon to a friend’s actions, especially when he already fired him and removed him from fans, like everyone was asking him to do.

Also (and I’m not as well informed with this as other topics), there’s an interview somewhere of Ryan Ross being uncomfortable with Brendon’s stage gay. I’m not sure how many times they had that conversation or how often Ryan asked Brendon to not touch him or do the stage gay routine with him, or how many times Brendon disregarded that once they were onstage. Brendon should’ve respected Ryan’s wishes and not touched him the first time he was asked, but again, I don’t know the specifics here, so this is all I can comment on here.

[Edit: I had someone reach out to me in regards to the above information, and I decided to keep everything I originally wrote as context. According to them, there isn’t an interview of Ryan saying he’s uncomfortable with the stage gay, and it was all in fact scripted between the two of them. It sounds like people basically made up Ryan being uncomfortable with the act, in which case, these accusations also appear to be entirely false.]

As we all know, Brendon struggled with drug and alcohol addiction, which literally impairs judgment and makes you do things you normally wouldn’t do. This includes saying things you shouldn’t (making rape jokes to a supposedly 18+ audience while likely drunk, high, or both) and doing things you shouldn’t (the stage gay routine). I’d also like to point out that a lot of the stuff he said at shows was probably to entertain, particularly the stage gay stuff, and there’s no way in hell you can convince me the audience didn’t eat that shit up. I wouldn’t be surprised if he did those things to get a reaction, and you know he fucking got one, so while I disapprove of him making Ryan uncomfortable, I also understand the audience there, expecting it, probably didn’t help either.

I think that’s everything. As you can see, it’s a lot of stuff, but I don’t think any of it is as bad as people say. Mouthing the n-word once doesn’t make a person racist. Saying a transphobic slur once doesn’t make a person transphobic. He especially isn’t either of these things when you take into account how he’s since apologized and shown incredible support for BLM and the LGBTQ+ community, which I think says a lot about him as a person.

This is going off track a little bit, but I think it’ll make a point. My dad grew up in the seventies, in a time where homophobia was rampant and racism was common. My dad grew up homophobic and racist, and he used homophobic slurs all the time as a teenager and a young adult. To this day, my dad has prejudiced views about race and sexuality, but he’s obviously changed his opinion since then, with education and understanding. He never apologized for the things he said back then, mostly because he isn’t famous and no one has called him out for it.

The point is, if people held my dad responsible for things he said in high school and college, when he was the most ignorant, the most sheltered, the least exposed to other people and cultures, then he’d be labeled racist and homophobic now (which he technically is, simply by virtue of being white and straight, but that’s a conversation for another time). We need to give people room to grow, give them resources to educate themselves and combat their ignorance. Brendon Urie has DONE that, multiple times! He’s never been accused of racism aside from mouthing the n-word in a Vine, which, should I remind you how old Vine is? He’s never been accused of being transphobic aside from that one time he used a slur, when he wasn’t even using his own words.

I’m not trying to excuse what he’s done. Using those slurs, making Ryan uncomfortable [edit: probably not true], joking about rape, none of those things are okay, and that’s pretty damn obvious to everyone, I think. However, it’s also evident he’s changed since then. As far as I know, he’s never used a slur since then. He’s an advocate for BLM and the LGBTQ+ community. He’s struggled with addiction, which isn’t easy for anyone, and he’s been able to grow and become a better person since then. I absolutely agree with holding him accountable for what he said and did, especially the things we don’t agree with. He’s a public figure, and he has to be aware of what he says and how his actions have consequences. That’s just how it works when you’re in the public eye.

Do I think Brendon Urie deserves to be cancelled? Absolutely not. He’s human, and all humans change. I’m not the same person I was ten years ago, and ten years from now, I’ll be someone else entirely. If someone held me responsible for every mistake I ever made and completely disregarded my progress and personal growth, I’d look like a horrible person. Why aren’t we keeping that energy for Brendon? Hold him accountable. Keep him responsible for what he did. And allow him to improve. Allow him to educate himself. Allow him to better himself. Allow him to be fucking human, for fuck’s sake.

So, there’s my take. I’m still a Panic! At The Disco fan, and I’m still a huge fan of Brendon Urie himself. Unless he regresses completely and becomes Kanye West or some shit, I will continue to support him. He’s not even as problematic as some other people’s faves, so I’m not even gonna feel bad for continuing to support him. I’m acknowledging his shortcomings and recognizing his progress, because I understand that this isn’t black and white or two dimensional.

If his actions aren’t exuseable for you, then that’s fine. If you can’t be a fan of him of Panic! anymore, then that’s your decision. For me personally, I think his growth says a lot about his character, and I’m gonna continue to stick it out with him. You don’t have to like him, but quit being so close-minded about the good he’s done in all of this. It makes you look excited to destroy a person’s career, and quite frankly, I’m tired of trigger-happy, cancel culture junkies. Take it elsewhere.

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