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leonw4nter · 4 months

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Are they? Are They Not?

Architect!RE2R!Leon x Boss!Reader

Tags - fluff, making out (it's short tho), office romance

“Good morning everyone! Picked up some coffee so we can all start the day right!,” Rebecca cheerfully chirps as she enters the office. She stops by everyone’s desks, placing paper cups of steaming hot coffee with their names before knocking at your door, the company’s COO. “Come in!,” you call out. She enters the organized office, spotting you sitting on your office chair and turning your work computer on. She notices a steaming hot paper cup on your desk, along with a brown pastry bag. “Got you some coffee but turns out you’ve already got a cup in. Oops,” she says with an apologetic grin. “It’s fine. I could use the extra caffeine anyways,” you respond with a polite smile. She leaves the cup on your desk before turning back to the door, walking out the office when she spots Leon come in.

“Mornin’ Leon!” “Good morning, Rebecca!”

Rebecca walks over to her desk and decides to officially start her day, answering emails and editing the current contracts that've been assigned to the company. Soon, the noise of chatter is drowned out by the clickity-clack of keyboards and ringing landlines. The morning can get busy very soon, not that they mind; the company does a swell job of making sure its employees are doing alright and are managing to balance their personal and work lives. People pour in and out of Y/N’s office, hoping to get her opinion or approval on a project before having their ideas sent to the CEO (aka Y/N’s dad). Most of the time, their ideas align perfectly so her approval could be seen as a sign that he’ll approve it too. It’s now break and everyone rises from their seats to stretch and get up to grab a bite.

“I’ll go ask Y/N if she wants to go grab lunch with us,” Leon offers just as Rebecca gets up. Rebecca nods before responding, “Okay. I’ll go join the others already.”

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“She’s busy consulting with the engineers and said she's sorry and will make it up to everyone with drinks one of these days,” Leon explains before digging into a breakfast bagel. Despite it being lunch time, he prefers to have breakfast foods.

“Did she ask for help? I can help her out since I’ve got a blueprint or two to review then I'm done” Claire offers. Leon shakes his head but says that he thinks she’ll accept Claire’s offer anyway. The group continued chatting over their respective meals until it got to the topic of their coffee consumption.

“My brother is a beast– out here chugging protein shakes and coffee. I’m surprised he isn’t having a heart attack whilst I’m out here palpitating with two cups,” Claire pipes in.

“I don’t know what’s worse: your brother’s caffeine consumption or the sheer amount of sugar and creamer Rebecca puts in her coffee,” Jill jokes, earning a playful smack to the shoulder from Rebecca. “At this point it’s 99% sugar and a measly 1% coffee. How you’re not diabetic is beyond me!”

“Life’s too short to not absolutely go crazy with sugar and creamer, let me have my fun!,” Rebecca retorts and earns good-natured laughter from the table.

“How about you, Leon? How do you like your coffee?,” Claire asks.

“I’m not too picky with coffee. I’ll take anything,” Leon responds.

“Hmm. You’re just like Y/N; I just get her whatever kind of coffee and she always takes it,” Rebecca responds.

“Y/N? Oh she doesn’t like or drink coffee,” Leon corrects. Jill nearly chokes on her muffin when Leon says those words, eyes slightly widened. “Really? She’s the first person I have ever come across that doesn’t like or drink coffee.”

“But she literally accepted all the coffees I got for her!,” Rebecca says. “Wait… what if she just accepted them to look polite or nice–”

“Knowing her, she probably did that to not hurt your feelings or something…,” Jill softly says.

“She could’ve told me she doesn’t drink coffee. I would’ve gotten her a hot cocoa instead,” Rebecca says. “Guys, do I look intimidating? What if she just took the drinks because my outgoing-ness is intimidating her? We do know she usually keeps to herself too–”

“You’re the least intimidating person I know, Rebecca,” Jill responds. “She might’ve done that because she felt kind of bad… or something– I don’t know–”

“And how do you know that, Leon?,” Claire asks with slightly narrowed eyes, leaning into the table while resting her head on her hand.

Now everyone in the table is sitting in silence, curious gazes focused on Leon as to how he knows that. You've never talked about her preferences in food and drink– it’s not even on the company website. They don’t think it’s ever been mentioned anywhere.

“Oh, you know– we talk,” Leon responds with a neutral tone. “Oh my God Leon you almost got yourself killed! Calm down, calm down. They won’t catch on,” Leon thinks to himself.

“Talk? Talk like how?,” Jill asks.

“‘Talk’ as in we’re just coworkers who decided to strike up a random conversation whilst working on a blueprint that one time,” Leon says. He would’ve looked calm and composed– unaffected even, if it wasn’t for the tips of his ears flushing pink and his subconscious leg jiggle. “What?” Leon asks as Rebecca and Claire shoot him smirks that scream “is it what we’re thinking?”. “Can’t a guy and girl talk like they’re just coworkers?”

“You have a point,” Claire replies but Leon doesn’t miss how her blue-green gaze falls on his pinkish ears. They decided to drop the topic, much to Leon’s massive relief. “That was a close one, Leon. Careful next time,” he thinks to himself. Well, you two did more than just talk that day– no, not in that way; you exchanged numbers, began hanging around each other more frequently until you two took secretly took things to another level. Since there was only 15 minutes left before their break was over, they decided to leave early and go up to their office.

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“Hey baby,” you softly say as you walk over to Leon’s cubicle. The others had already gone, the office dark except for Leon’s spot. He had stayed overtime to finish up a model so he would be free for the weekend.

“Hi,” Leon softly said as he pressed a tender kiss to your cheek. “Stayed a little later to finish the playground but I don’t regret it one bit if it means some time spent with you.”

“Congrats for making my heart race a million miles per hour,” you giggle. Leon shoots you a flirty wink before he finishes up packing his bag. “Ready to go, milady?”

“Let’s go,” you respond. You two leave the dark office, looking around for anyone lingering. You part your hands from his temporarily, making sure no one catches you holding hands with an employee; it’s not exactly rule-breaking to be fraternizing with an employee but it is highly discouraged. More importantly, it’s not exactly the best of look to be caught in such an act especially when you’re the daughter of the head of this entire company.

“Coast clear?” Leon whispers, to which you nod. Giggling like two school children who just confessed their crushes to each other, you two make your way down the dark hallways hand in hand. Leon kept stealing glances at you, a nerdy but hopelessly in love smile plastered on his face. Despite the lack of lights, you could accurately guess that there’s a glimmer in Leon’s eyes whenever he looked at you like you’re the sun, which you kind of are since you lit up his world.

Not too long after, you two get in your car. After starting the engine, Leon suggested that you two take his car so he could open the door for you and be the one to treat you lavishly, to which you responded with a small nod and an “I’ll think about it”. Leon connected his phone to your car’s bluetooth speakers, going to his Spotify and picking out a playlist he made that reminded him of you. Upon hearing the lyrics of the song, a warmth crawled up your cheeks and manifested in the form of a soft pink glow. Seeing your reaction, Leon beamed brightly as he leaned back in his seat.

“You know it’s your birthday next week,” Leon says, breaking the comfortable silence that settled between you two.

“Yeah, it is. Why, you wanna know what I want for a gift?,” you ask.

“Maybe, maybe not.”

“Oh then I guess just wear a light pink ribbon on your hair and call yourself a gift. Your presence in my life is the best present ever.”

“God that’s so cheesy,” he says with a small laugh. He keeps his gaze trained on the tall buildings around you two because he knows he’s going to scream like a girl if he looks at you once more. “It’s not a bad suggestion though.”. After a few minutes, you two finally reach Leon’s condominium.

“Good night baby, see you tomorrow,” you say whilst pulling him in for a kiss.

“Night, Y/N. Text me when you get back, okay?,” he says. You nod before he finally waves bye and shuts the door.

You’ll definitely be sending him some texts.

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After another entire week of staying overtime and finally finishing the mountain of work assigned to you, you finally get up from your chair to move your body a little bit. This day went great: meetings went smoothly, everything on your planner happened, and most importantly, it’s your birthday. Of course, your father and those close to him greeted you and though you didn’t mind if someone know (or doesn't know) your birthday, the gesture warmed your heart.

“Baby?,” Leon called out.

“Huh? Leon?,” you asked. He emerged from the dark, a dainty bouquet of pink and white tulips in his hand, along with a card. Just as you recommended last week, there’s a baby pink ribbon clipped on his hair.

“Oh you didn’t have to–”

“I didn’t have to but I wanted to,” he says before pulling you in for a slow, tender kiss.

“Happy birthday to my only girl.”

Words won’t ever show how truly thankful you are for this gesture so you show it through actions. You pull him in for a hungry kiss, hands travelling to his black tie to loosen it up. Leon places your gifts on your desk, his finally unoccupied hands going to his own tie to help you loosen it faster. You kick your heels off, legs wrapping around his waist as the kisses slowly become more heated and passionate. His hand travels to your blazer, nimble fingers quickly wo–

“Happy birthday, Y/N–”

“WOAH WHAT THE FUCK.”

“CLAIRE PLEASE DON’T DROP THE CAKE.”

“LEON! Y/N?!”

You quickly push Leon off of you and get back up, fixing your hair and feeling around your clothes for any unclasped buttons or pulled down zippers. Embarrassment rushes through your veins, your heart lodged in your throat. Leon’s embarrassed too– shimmery pink lip gloss smeared on his lips, blond hair ruffled, and his tie hanging loose around his neck. His entire face is red and suddenly it’s not so bad if the ground collapses and swallows him up (though he prefers if you swallow him up but now is not the time).

“Uh… hey guys!,” you chirp with an awfully fake smile.

“Hi guys– we were–,” Leon stammers, hand behind his neck.

“Hey guys, if you were busy… we can… we can wait outside…,” Jill awkwardly mumbles, eyeing the poorly hidden bouquet on the desk.

“Yeah… we can wait outside the building if it’ll be noisy too,” Rebecca adds, which causes Leon to almost choke on air and for you to stare at her discombobulated.

“NO– No guys, you can um– now is fine, I promise–,” you stammer. Leon follows suit, trying to make it look as if you two weren’t interrupted in the worst way possible.

NOTE - I saw the reception of my first fic in here and it's looking positive so far so thank you very much! The likes, reblogs, and new followers mean so much to me and I seriously started contemplating telling my parents that I write (I'm so not telling them lmao). I hope you guys enjoy this fic just like you have with my other one!

The dividers (the doodle-y ones) are made by @saradika , the images are made by me (sourced from Pinterest).

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dontforgetoctober3rd · 6 months

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Come Go With Me

A Michael Gavey fic.

EDIT: Now with art! (just a sketch tho)

Summary: It's the spring of 2007 and Michael Gavey has so far kept to the vow he made to never socialize again after Oliver ditched him. Then he meets a cute girl at a coffee shop. Will the vow stand strong or immediately go down the drain?

Word Count: 3986

Rating: T (plenty of swearing, instances of misogyny, objectification of the female body, atrociously incorrect bagel eating, New York City slander, etc.)

Author's Note: yes, the title is the song by Expose. Also, I'm a corny writer.

Divider by @cafekitsune

“I don’t know or care what Oliver Quick is doing this summer,” Michael said, continuing to type on his laptop, not even making eye contact with whoever asked the question. The guy who asked left without saying anything further.

Some random guy in the library asked Michael if it was true that Oliver was going to be spending the summer with Felix on his family’s estate. It was more about prying into Felix’s business than him wanting to know anything about Oliver, Michael thought. Oliver was not on the same level of being interesting (in the eyes of the general student populace) that the Cattons were.

Michael didn’t give a shit that Oliver was going to fancy fucking Saltburn with his new, snobby, loser, nepo baby friends for the summer. Really, he didn’t. When Oliver humiliated him at the bar, he made the decision then to swear off any further socializing at the university. It was the best thing he ever did.

Already, he felt less anxious. He had more time to focus on his coursework. More time to read new books, attend off campus lectures. Walks in the park by himself were quite relaxing when he didn’t have to think about topics to keep a stilted, dying conversation going. He even went so far as to set aside time to play video games again. Every weekend, for one hour and a half, he lost himself in Fable on his Xbox.

Michael still felt the sting of the bar betrayal from time to time, as he thought he had finally found a true friend in Oliver (or at least, the potential for him to become one). The new, lone path taken had helped him realize that he was not the problem. Oliver was just an asshole, like the majority of those who went to Oxford.

Sometimes Michael wondered why people didn’t like him. Must be how smart he was. There was nothing weird about being good at math. What was so awful about being good at math, anyway? He guessed that most peoples’ biggest issue with his smarts was that it reminded them they were stupid. Oh well! Plenty of time for activities by himself now.

One of those activities was fast became his favorite, after only his fourth visit. Visiting a little coffee shop he had discovered near the river, he was able to “mingle” among people without having to talk to anyone. No one would bother him here and he would still get his dose of human contact which, after all, was vital to the psychological constitution of a person. As rigid as he intended on being with his new No Socializing At Oxford vows, Michael did not intend on becoming a psychopath. Besides, the baristas never got his order wrong. They never talked to him beyond the perfunctory taking of his order but after the third time, when he walked in, instead of asking what he would like the person at the register had asked “The usual?” and Michael would just say yes, thank you, and then pay.

Michael packed up his laptop, shoving it and the charger into his reusable Tescoe bag along with his notebooks. He stood and adjusted his sweater, checked all his pant pockets were buttoned up and zipped closed. He kept his visits only to every other day so as to not have the monotony grate on his nerves. The coffee shop made fresh bagels every day, however, and he had been looking forward to enjoying one all morning (his favorite was blueberry). He liked to eat his a certain way, scooping out the insides of each slice before finally eating the hollowed out crusts. Someone at school would surely have an opinion about his bagel-eating method (not that he cared) but at the coffee shop, Michael was left in peace.

Walking briskly through the library doors and outside in the crisp spring air, he didn’t even look in direction of Oliver walking up the steps into the library with Felix. They were laughing about something but Michael didn’t even breathe in their direction.

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The delicious smell of bread baking hit him in a wave as he stepped into the coffee shop. It looked like a rush had just hit, the baristas busy cleaning and restocking various items.

“Hi! I’ll take your order right over here.” came the chipper voice. Michael turned.

Oh god, a new hire. An American one (he was pretty sure the accent he heard was American) Maybe he wasn’t entitled to feel irritated about changes in the store, it's not like he owned the damn thing, but Michael felt irritated just the same. This was HIS spot and someone new had just invaded it.

The new girl had long hair parted in the middle, tied back in a bun. The hair was turquoise. A very bright turquoise, almost neon, he would say. It pissed him off even more. Dyed hair was so fucking tacky.

He trudged to the register, hating every second of anticipating having to deal with someone new, someone chatty, even for something as impersonal as coffee.

The girl was almost as tall as he was, eye-level to him, smiling the fakest fucking smile he had ever seen. I mean, it had to be fake. Who looked this happy to be taking a stranger’s order? He didn’t even bother attempting to smile back. Whatever. Get my coffee, bitch Michael though.

“I’ll have a large vanilla coffee, sugar free, with a blueberry bagel.”

“Ah, so just cutting back on the sugar but can’t quite quit it altogether, eh?” the girl said with a wink and another smile, totally unperturbed by his attitude.

Michael pursed his lips and said nothing. The girl, still unbothered, looked down and clacked away on the touch screen. He quickly looked over her in the few seconds she imputed his order.

She had long, acrylic nails, painted a pastel kind of purple. Her name tag said Cat, which he guessed was short for Catherine. Maybe. Also her boobs were big. Not normal big, but stripper big. Not that he would know, but still. Too big for the word “boobs”, for sure. Tits seemed like a more appropriate word. If he had ever been to a strip club he was pretty damn sure stripper tits would look exactly like hers. And she had tattoos covering the entirety of her left arm. Classy, he thought condescendingly. No wonder she was working here instead of somewhere like a bank.

Michael wondered if she had tattoos on her chest as well…he was so sure he could avert his gaze before she noticed but suddenly her fingers snapped and her head lowered into his line of vision, a smug look on her face. Small wisps of hair hung in front of her ears, he noticed.

“You lose something. buddy?” she asked.

“I didn’t mean-I was just looking at your name tag.” he sputtered, fidgeting with a cuff of his sweater.

“Look, it's fine. They’re tits.”

Michael flinched slightly at her casual use of the word. It was one thing to talk like that with other guys, but girls? What was she trying to prove? Tits tits tits. He made a point to stare straight into her eyes and not look away while she continued to speak. “Its not a big deal, I promise,” she said, finishing up his order on the register and offering her hand to take payment.

Choosing not to respond, Michael set his Tesco bag on the counter so he could unzip one of his pockets to get at his credit card. The pocket it was in was hard to open and the zipper always caught, so two hands were needed.

“You can look, you know, just don’t be creepy about it.” she continued, as he struggled slightly with the pocket.

Michael did not look at her as he handed over the card.

Being branded a “creep” was the last thing Michael needed. He was already the Lonely Nerd at university, he really did not want to become the Creepy Lonely Nerd (that ogles stranger’s tits). Not that he would give a shit what people thought, but one less socially crippling label was better than one more.

“I mean, it’s not like I can leave them at home, right? I don’t mind a little look here and there!” she said with a laugh, handing back his card. Unbelievable. She was still talking about her tits!

“Can I get that to go?” Michael answered more than asked.

“Sure thing. Uh, what’s your name?”

“I’m Michael.” He was not staying here. He was not going to stay and become the Creepy Tit Guy. Given her outgoing nature, Cat would probably have something to say about the way he ate his bagel, too, he was sure of it. He would become Creepy Tit And Weirdo Bagel Eating Method Guy if he stayed. Maybe dealing with this at university would have been easier but this was supposed to be his relaxation spot. The coffee shop was ruined for him now, he would never come back. Ever. Fuck this place and fuck her.

“Alrighty, dude. Be right back!”

“My name is not…dude..” Michael stepped away from the register, his voice fading away to nothing as Cat got his order ready, unable to hear him. There was no one else coming in right now, it seemed he came during a lull. The other employees were still cleaning and restocking.

“Here you go!” Cat said with a smile, handing him his bagel in a paper wrap and his coffee.

Still not looking at her, he took his bagel and his coffee and got the fuck out of there, practically powerwalking away.

It was only until he made it to a nearby park bench that he finally saw what Cat had written on the other side of his bagel wrapper. A whole paragraph, practically. Michael, sorry for making you feel uncomfortable. I was just trying to be funny, I swear. Enjoy your coffee. Hope you come back!

Michael felt relief for a moment, before loudly groaning and spilling some of his coffee as he made to slap his forehead with that same hand. He had left his fucking Tescoe bag at the coffee shop. His bag that had his computer, his notebooks, his finished papers for a couple of classes.

He had to go back. Fuck.

“Yeah, sorry, but she said she knew you.”

Michael swore. The cashier informed him that Cat had just left, her shift was over. She had taken the bag with her to the Oxford library. Apparently, she was a student there? Who fucking knew!?

“You need me to call the police?”

“No, that’s all right, I do know her.” Michael lied. “I told her earlier I’d be headed to the library later. She probably figures she can catch me there.” Without a single, civil ‘thank you’, Michael practically fled the shop.

He didn’t care how dumb it looked that he was frantically looking everywhere in the library for the familiar, turquoise hair. People always looked at him funny. It’s not like he could go to each of them individually and ask them hey could you please stop snidely whispering every time you look in my direction? Old Michael would go back to his dorm, have a cry, wonder why no one liked him and then quickly finish his homework in his dungeon of a bedroom before crying some more and then going to sleep.

New Michael didn’t give a shit. New Michael was focused 100 percent on his academics and self-care, and right now his academics were in jeopardy because that Tesco bag held papers he had yet to type (Michael liked to hand write his work first, he felt it was more thorough). Also, maybe New Michael should better remember to not forget his shit at random shops. Old Michael wouldn’t have forgotten. Whatever.

After scanning the entire first floor of the library, he stomped to the second floor. If she was a student here, how had he never seen her? The hair would have been hard to miss. Of course, it's not like he made it a habit to people watch anymore, especially in the library.

Suddenly, he saw her. Way in the corner, at a table right under a huge window, he saw her returning with her nose in a book from the shelves. On the table, his bag.

“Give it here.” Michael said, approaching the table. Cat looked up from her book.

God, she was pretty. He felt like a troll next to her. It was so fucking unfair. More importantly though…why was he telling her to hand the bag back? It was HIS. He should just take it and go, without a word. She had basically stolen it. The girl was a thief and took it to give him a hard time because she was a bitch, like every other pretty girl he had ever interacted with and been cut down by. Maybe he could like her if he gave it a try…but the days of trying to get people to think he was cool or amazing were over. She was a bitch and he knew it.

Mmm not what the note on your bagel showed, an annoying voice in his head began. That note could only have been written if she liked you because who would write that for a random customer? You should talk to her an-

Oh, fucking christ. Old Michael. Desperate-to-be-liked-by-someone-ANYONE Michael. Shut the fuck up, Old Michael. You are dead.

“Yeah, no problem, I mean it is your bag!” Cat said cheerfully, closing her book and holding the bag out to him. “Sorry you had to run all this way to get it, Michael.”

“Um, it’s ok. I run fast.” Michael said, immediately regretting it. God, that sounded so fucking stupid. He reached out for his bag.

Oh, so we’re no longer on that socializing ban, huh, Mr. Comedian? I mean, what was THAT?! Old Michael thought slyly. Shut up shut up shut up shut up!!!!! And, look! She remembers your name! SHUT UP.

“-couldn’t just leave it there, you know?” Cat had finished saying.

Michael froze. “Huh?”

What had she been talking about? Shit. “Uh, why not?” Please let that be the right response. Please let that be relevant to what she was fucking saying, Michael thought desperately.

Cat rolled her eyes, but still sounded…not like a bitch? “The laptop would definitely have been long gone if I hadn’t taken the bag. I couldn’t just leave it there.”

Oh. That was it. That had been all she had said. Michael nodded and mumbled his thanks, ready to go…except Cat still held onto the bag. And stopped him with her next words.

“You play Fable a lot?”she asked.

It’s a trap. She is going to make fun of you, he thought to himself. Just get your shit and go. His hand was also still on HIS bag. That she was not letting go of, for some reason.

“Yeah, I like it a lot.”

Oh, how riveting. That will make her swoon! Old Michael chimed in.

“Really?” Cat responded. Her tone wasn’t mocking. It was…interested? “I like it too but it feels unfinished, somehow. I wish they would release Fallout 3 for these new consoles already, I bet it would be 1000 times better than this crap that Lionhead put out.”

Michael nodded. She liked Fallout? She was impatient for the release?? Ask her to go with you to the midnight release next year!!! Ask her ask her ask her ask- No. Shut up. Be normal, for once in your life, be normal and chill about something.

“-able doesn’t feel like it’s TRULY a good rpg, where you can do whatever you want, you know? You can only go in one direction and can’t put off the main quest at all.”

She was still talking about Fable. She was still talking about video games, something they both liked, something they had in common.

This is your chance, you know. Old Michael piped in. Did any of those other people ever show even the slightest interest in the stuff you were into? Ever? Ask her out!

“Ok,” Michael began. “I see your point, but the mechanics of the game aren’t the star so much as the incredible story and character designs-”

While he continued to go on a tangent of Fable’s good qualities to Cat, trying his best not to sound too rant-y, Michael frantically gave the idea of asking her out some thought…

What if she said no? Hm what if she says yes?

It’s stupid. The release for Fallout 3 is next year. No, not even. It’s October of that year, so…over a year away! Almost two fucking years! What kind of weirdo would ask someone on a date almost two years from now?! Plus, she isn’t even into me. She just likes video games, like any other person.

Why is she still holding onto your bag, then? Old Michael thought smugly. Why did she write that little note on your bagel? Why did she remember your name? Why-

All right, all right.

“Right, so…want to come? To the midnight release for it? For Fallout 3?” Michael asked, throwing all caution to the wind and swallowing his preemptive rejection rage that already was bubbling up.

“For Fallout?” Cat said, still holding onto the bag. “Which store you going to?”

“Target.” Please say yes. I don’t even know you and I know it’s weird to ask you somewhere practically two years from now but PLEASE SAy YES, Michael thought.

“Mm, nah.” Cat, said, letting go of the bag to dig in her bookbag.

Shit.

Michael’s chest began to hurt, the hand holding his bag falling limply to his side. He could feel his eyes begin to water. She was just like the rest of them. Pathetic. So pathe-

“You should come with me to Game on Queen Street, they always price cut!” Cat said, whipping out her blackberry. “Whatever price we show them for the game, they’ll shave 5 off it! I mean, it’s not much but I’ll take what I can get! Here, put your number in.”

On sheer autopilot, Michael put his number in. He felt ashamed the entire time, having choked back a scathing insult at the last minute before Cat had shoved her phone at him.

“Are you ok?” Cat took her phone back, eyeing him with a concerned look.

“I’m fine! It’s just-probably something I caught the other day, I can already feel the sniffles coming on and whatnot. It’s nothing!” Michael babbled.

It cannot be this easy, Michael thought. It’s been this easy the entire time? Hanging out with a girl? Talking to her? Making plans? Why did Oliver never like him when they had so much in common?

Holy shit, forget about fucking Oliver! You have a date with your future wife! Old Michael practically screeched. Jesus fucking Christ, you are desperate. Shut the fuck up!! Be Normal!

“You wanna go back to the shop and get another bagel?” Cat asked, putting her books away and sliding on her bookbag. “ We could use my discount, that way-”

“Yeah, let's go.” Michael cut in. Grabbing her wrist and not waiting for her answer, he turned and began to swiftly move through the library. He tried not to get excited as Cat uttered a quick ‘cool’ and kept pace with him.

He also tried not to think about how awkwardly he was holding her hand. Everyone in the library was staring, he saw it in his peripheral. It had looked so cool in his brain but now everyone could see how his stupid hand around her wrist slightly resembled him holding his limp-no no no no noooo shut up shut up SHUT UP.

“Blueberry runs out quick.” Michael said, as they both briskly walked. “I went one time at around this hour instead of my usual time and I had to settle for onion, which is gross as shit.” You’re rambling, Old Michael chided. She fucking works there, she doesn’t need a play-by-play of bagel supply issues. Let her say something, idiot! The reason he never noticed her before, it turned out, was that she hadn’t dyed her hair yet. Cat also began to tell him about her history degree. Something about the American Gilded age and how she was deep into research of the British Astors or something. Michael surprisingly found himself not bored. Were her eyes fucking green? Oh, fuck, they were green!

They finally saw the shop in the distance. Right after his anti-onion bagel tirade and her talk of her studies, he set straight into a long-winded verbal onslaught on the statistics of how rare green eyes were. Micheal thought his heart would fall out of his asshole when Cat adjusted their hands so her fingers were laced with his. About halfway through the distance, he had cut in when she mentioned her favorite bagel flavor (pineapple) and talked her ear off the rest of the way about his bagel eating method, insisting on its practicality but really prepping her so that she wouldn’t be horrified when she saw him do it and ditch him like fucking Oliver. She laughed.

“That’s so L.A. of you. New York would hate your fucking guts, though.” she said, with a grin. “Good thing I’m a California girl! I’d rather deal with horrible traffic and scooped bagels than having to fight rats for sidewalk space.”

Right before they got to the doors, Michael went for it. “I’m telling people that you’re my girlfriend.”, he said seriously. She hadn’t run off when he had taken her hand (wrist). She had noticed the Fable stickers on his computer. She had remembered his name after one interaction. The American thing was a slight issue but hey, no one was perfect!

“Cool, because I already told the staff that you were my boyfriend when I took your bag!” Cat responded. “I told them you like to pretend you don’t know me when you get mad and I just play along to pacify you. It was the only way they were comfortable letting me take your bag!”

Be cool! Do not fucking freak out! Act fucking normal! Do NOT scare her away! Say something a fucking weirdo would never in a million years say! Old Michael reminded him.

“Let’s go back to my place after and study some calculus. Your grades in that sound horrendous.” Fucccccck. You just got yourself a girlfriend and this is the shit you respond with?! Old Michael panicked.

Cat smirked. “Only if you promise to fuck me into your mattress after.”

Michael stared at her, almost daring her to say she was kidding. When she didn’t and her gaze briefly dropped to his lips, he abandoned any doubts he had and turned to walk away from the shop, practically dragging Cat with him.

Cat giggled and adjusted herself to clutch at his arm with both hands, her legs and his in perfect sync as they made their way to Michael’s room.

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“What the fuck?” Felix said to Oliver, pointing. Both were sitting on a bench, relaxing a bit before their next class.

“Didn’t he go fucking mental at you the first day? Not to be a dick or anything but is she safe with that guy?”

Oliver followed Felix’s finger and froze.

He gaped at what he saw:

Michael fucking Gavey, math genius slash freak of nature, walking happily with the pretty American girl who had said no to their bar hopping invite just last week. It was definitely surprising, but Oliver was now more determined than ever. If a fucking social reject like Gavey could get what he was after, then someone like himself was sure to have the same luck if he continued to put in the effort.

THE END

#Michael Gavey #Michael Gavey fic #ewanverse #writeblr #Michael Gavey fanfiction #fanfiction #I DID IT I FINISHED IT #*jeb bush voice* please clap #I WAS going to put smut in it but despite some excellent advice i still couldn't do it!#I need to practice more! i really want to write a good fuck one day!#curse my catholic upbringing ugrrrrhhhh #yes this is corny but have you taken into consideration the fact that I DO NOT CARE???#i live life on the cob baby #and if the only way to improve my writing is by embarrassing myself on this hellsite then so fucking BE IT

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awkward-clone · 1 year

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Ok think I’ve finally got my thoughts together on the bright situation and im just gonna say it.

Its not gonna work.

It basically is just slapping on a new name on dr bright and calling it a day. Like. No matter what u do its the same character, it does nothing. Djkaktus said it himself that he was “always writing elias shaw.” That “any similarities are just a coincidence.”

So its funny seeing some of the ppl thats on board with this claim that “u cant separate the art from the artist” and yet that’s exactly what they're trying to achieve. Except, u know, the community had already done that a long time ago, ripping bright out of the hands of admin bright. So really, no change is actually being made.

Anyway with that out of the way I do want to address some concerns about djkaktus.

I’ve been looking around and have seen people mentioning that the dude:

1. Was quiet about the admin bright thing when it was happening along with actually being one of the people trying to cover it up

2. Had been banning people simply cuz they didn’t like his works

3. he’s an alleged predator

Now I havent personally found much relating to this other than people's words on it on tumblr. Tho someone on insta has told me that djkaktus was extremely quiet during the bright situation. Which yea it took an entire year after admin bright was banned to only now bring up this elias shaw bs.

Now if anyone has sources on any of this, links, screenshots, anything, it’d be a great help if ya can send it to me via replying to this post or dm-ing me. It would better help spread this awareness around.

Also regarding articles that had brights name replaced w/ SA jokes that haven’t been edited out which is something else that also has been mentioned to me, would appreciate it to get more scps/tales listed regarding that. Only got 4498 so far which has a really bad um…”butt stabbing” joke...I mostly did skim read it so I’ll have a proper read at some point.

Tldr:

- Elias Shaw is pointless and does nothing.

- People who are saying u can't separate art from artists are tryna separate bright from author.

- Djkaktus was quiet during the admin bright situation and potentially was tryna cover it up, has been banning ppl for not liking his stuff, is an alleged predator and hasnt edited out sa jokes in articles where he changed bright’s name.

Correct me if I’m wrong on anything or anything like that.

Edit: reminder to take the djkaktus stuff as a grain of salt (especially the predator allegations) as it did come from pixelated harmony who did in fact doxxed someone

Source:

Still I stand by that he was quiet about admin bright though and of course I still don’t believe the elias shaw thing is gonna work

edit edit edit: things are messy. u can look in the comments for more info I don't rlly know what to say beyond this point.

#scp #scp foundation #rant #dr bright #elias shaw #djkaktus #probably the last post I make regarding this #I’ll post art and stuff soon #tired lol

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universecorp · 2 years

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Summary: after yet another fight with your boyfriend, your best friend and roommate, kim mingyu, must step in to pick up the pieces. he does just that, and a little more…

MingyuxFemale reader

w.c.: 5.3k

cw: oral (f.receiving), unprotected sex, sub!mingyu, dom!reader, overuse of the word puppy(no pet play tho), mommy kink, oral (m.receiving) if you squint, teasing, orgasm denial

a/n: so this is our first collab fic that we’ve actually written together. usually when we collab, we just bounce ideas off each other and then one of us writes it, but we spent over three days writing and editing this together so we hope you enjoy it as much as we did writing it.

p.s.: most of our fics are written in lowercase on purpose.

this was the fifth time your ‘boyfriend’ has pissed you off with the same bullshit. did this man even love you?

“i’m not doing this with you tonight, ____,” he hissed through the phone. you could feel the lump in your chest find it’s way up to you throat making it ten times harder for you to hide your emotions. you were beyond pissed, completely fed up with his cold shoulder. “how many times are you gonna sit here and make assumptions about me?”

you held back your tears just for a bit to answer him. “it seems as if you’re more interested in that friend of yours than me. i have proof of it.”

it kept going and going. the arguing, the teeth sucking, the eye rolling, the yelling, everything you could think of. did you even consider this man your boyfriend? you wish you could go back to the you one and a half years ago and just stop your flirtatious actions with the said man. before another word could leave your mouth, the man had the audacity to hang up on you.

and it finally came crashing down.

every sob you were holding back while on the phone washed over you in a split second. you laid your head on your plushies and wallowed in your own sorrows.

a soft knock came from your door. you didn’t even bother to tell them to come in since you already knew who it was.

“____?” mingyu called out. your back was facing him not wanting him to see you in this state. you knew he wasn’t dumb, the walls are pretty thin so of course he heard the conversation—your side at least. the weight on your bed shifted as he sat himself on your large bed, rubbing his large hand on your thigh platonically.

“i’m so stupid..” you cried, sniffling like a baby. he cooed at you, laying himself down behind you. mingyu was honestly the only one who knew how to deal with your emotions, the soft touches and a close distance but not asking too many questions, only letting you spill your heart out and giving you his presence. “i should’ve listened to you.”

a couple of months into your relationship with your ‘boyfriend’, mingyu felt some type of way about him. you brushed it off thinking the puppy was just mad cause you two were not going to be hanging out literally everyday of the week anymore, viewing your boyfriend was a replacement. to be fair, mingyu was clingy like that and wasn’t really too fond of change, especially when it came to you. but nope, that wasn’t the reason. the small things that mingyu would notice didn’t seem like love to him. the eye rolls, him not paying as much attention to you, the lack of energy in the relationship.

he hated it.

if it was him he would treat you better. so much better. he would give you the world and more if he could. but of course you didn’t have to know that.

“you’re not stupid, ____,” he whispered. you could feel his breath tickle your neck as he spoke. he also smelt so good, his cologne heavy in the room making you relax just a little. you wanted to turn around and look at his beautiful face, wanting to get as close as possible but you couldn’t. it would also be embarrassing having your puffy eyes facing him, probably making him think you were just a big cry baby.

his hand continued to slowly rub your thigh as you felt your heart pace slow down. your eyes were starting to get heavy making you instantly fall asleep. mingyu followed shortly after.

———

“fuck.. what time is it..?” mingyu groaned behind you. one of your eyes slowly opened, waking up in utter confusion seeing the night sky. you checked your phone seeing the time only being 8:54 pm. mingyu’s arm wrapped around you pulling your back against his massive chest. were you holding your breath?

“want some ice cream?” his nose in the crevice of your neck, taking in your scent which smelt like peaches and ocean breeze. you feel your mouth salivate at the thought of ice cream and just going outside in general to get some fresh air. you tapped his arm twice resulting in him letting your frame go, making the tall puppy pout his lips at the loss of your warmth. but, thankfully, your answer was yes.

after throwing on something quick and comfortable, you went towards your dresser and grabbed your keys. “i’ll drive.”

the car ride was something you needed. the weather was perfect for rolling the windows down and the sky wasn’t too dark but wasn’t too bright either. songs played as mingyu and you went the long way to the ice cream shop.

you don’t know what it was. maybe it was how mingyu treated you earlier but your heart was pounding at 100 miles per hour. you would catch yourself taking small glances at the pretty boy while he typed away at his phone singing along to the song. then, there were times where you felt eyes on you as you were driving. his stare would slowly burn through the side of your face, then to your bare thighs but only for a split second before it came back up to your face.

maybe you were just losing your mind. the nap was hard as hell and your ‘boyfriend’ was literally being a dick to you, it could just be your imagination. as you were trying to calm yourself, mingyu hand found his way to your thigh. it’s nothing new, he’s done this before but why was it driving you insane.

“has this scar always been here?” he asked, his index and middle finger softly rubbing against the said scar.

“yeah,” you sighed. fuck why we’re getting hot? a cold sweat ran through you like you were some virgin. the fuck was your problem? were you touch deprived? thankfully, you pulled into the parking lot of the ice cream shop. you reached into your glove compartment to get your wallet but he stopped you instantly.

“no, absolutely not. i’m paying,” he demanded. you tried to stop him but he just completely ignored your plea and made his way into the shop. you couldn’t help but smile at him as you walked towards the shop.

“the usual right? cookie dough?” he reached into his pocket to pull out his wallet then looked at you to make sure you were paying attention. you nodded your head in agreement and laid your head on his arm. “two scoops of cookie dough on a waffle cone and then for me can i have two scoops of cookies n’ cream on a waffle cone.”

as you waited for the ice cream, you checked your phone to see if anybody texted you only to see your boyfriend’s name. the paragraph was long. it consisted of him blaming you more than himself, changing your words around to make it seem like he was the victim and not you, only showing one ounce of respect at the end of the paragraph.

“i wish you nothing but the best as i leave from this relationship. bye ____.”

a cold chill ran through you as you felt that same lump as before form in your chest again. mingyu finished paying for the ice cream ready to give you your cone until he saw how pale your face was. before he could say anything he motioned for you to follow him out of the store and to the car. you unlocked your car door getting ready to sit in the driver seat until mingyu offered himself to drive instead. he gave you your ice cream and made his way to the driver’s side and sat in the car.

“he broke up with me…” you whispered. tears ran down your cheek as you licked your ice cream cone. mingyu felt his heart ache at the sight of you, wasting your tears on somebody so worthless.

“let’s go home.”

you and mingyu sat on the sofa in the living room of your shared apartment, watching the amazing world of gumball. your head rested on his shoulder still sniffling and crying at the heartbreak. as much as mingyu wanted to punch himself, he couldn’t help but think you were so pretty crying like this. eyes puffy, cheeks red, and lips swollen. the only thing is those tears were being wasted and he wanted it to fucking stop. he placed small kisses on the top of your head, his arm pulling you into him more.

“____, it’s gonna be okay,” he said. “he didn’t deserve you and you know he isn’t the victim, it’s you. stop crying over him please.” he shook your body just a little only making you whine. he shook you some more then made his way to your sides to tickle you.

“don’t… don’t you dare,” you said, shooting straight up and looking at him. those damn puffy eyes and pouty lips, he could feel himself lose all sense of reasoning. he just smiled at your ‘threat’ and started reaching for your sides again. “kim mingyu, if you tickle me so help me go-” before you could finish your sentence your roommate was violently attacking your sides with his fingers. you tried to hold back your giggles, but couldn’t any longer as his fingers quickly moved up and down your rib cage, causing you to fall backwards, while kicking up in protest. mingyu was able to climb between your legs, enabling him to assault your sides with even more vigor. he grinned down at you taking in your state, your cheeks were flushed from trying to catch your breath in between giggles, your chest was rising and falling heavily as you looked up at your best friend with teary eyes. mingyu suddenly found himself in a trance, leaning down to gently capture your lips. once your lips connected you began to immediately kiss back, moving your lips against his slowly. you moaned into the kiss as he pressed more of his weight into you, able to feel his growing member as it touched your clothed core. you grinded up into him as the kiss deepened, the two of you becoming hungrier for each other as you fought for dominance.

mingyu backed away causing you to pout at the loss, but that disappointment was soon replaced with excitement as mingyu moved down between your legs.

“can i..?” he looked up at you for permission, to which you nodded. he slowly removed your shorts and underwear in one go taking in the beautiful sight before him. you were soaking, a string of arousal disconnecting from your panties and your glistening folds. the sight of you made him feel a bit cocky since he realized simply kissing you was all it took for you to become like this. what he didn’t know was that this result was a combination of what happened on the way to the ice cream parlor up to now.

mingyu slowly teased you with his fingers listening to the lewd sounds that came from your pussy as he played with it. “i want a taste…” he looked up at you with hooded eyes as he continued playing with your folds. “didn’t your parents tell you you’re not supposed to play with your food?” you asked making eye contact with him. mingyu nodded slowly while still looking at you, “then go on, enjoy your meal baby.”

that was all mingyu needed to hear as he dove in. he licked a fat stripe from the bottom of your folds all the way up to your clit, humming at the sweet taste of you. you watched with hooded eyes as mingyu ate you out as if it was his last meal. sloppily slurping up your juices as you became wetter with each lick and suck that he was delivering. wanting to get closer to your core, mingyu throws your legs over his broad shoulders and sheaths his tongue inside of you as he continues to messily eat you out. you continued to watch the man until you caught a glimpse of his hips grinding into the sofa, creating some type of friction to get him off while he devoured you. you throw your head back in pleasure as his tongue reaches deep inside you. your walls clenched around the muscle feeling that familiar heat begin to build up, making the pup moan into your core. you pulled on mingyu’s hair to get him to stop his actions, you didn’t want to come just yet, not before you got to the main event.

“slow down baby, m’not going anywhere,” you chuckled looking down at the puppy who had your juices all over his mouth and chin. he breathed out heavily, cheeks flushed and brows drawn together due to the pain that was burning his scalp. you loosened your grip a bit before guiding him back down to your pussy, leaving your hand entangled with his soft brown locks once he was back in position. he began his ministrations again with the same fervor, but was careful not to go too fast as you had instructed. “good boy…” you praised, smiling down at him as you moved your hips to meet his tongue. his dick was crying out to him, wanting to be touched but he was too focused on making you feel good to even care. his tongue swiped against your swollen clit again before sucking on it with eagerness. your grip on his soft locks became tighter, making the pretty boy whine against you and hold his head still.

“fuck.. just like that.. stay there..” you sighed. your hips moved vigorously as he continued to suck. his grip on your thighs became tighter the faster he rubbed himself against the sofa, feeling his own high build up. “‘nna cum baby..” you moaned. his head was spinning at the idea of you cumming because of him, wanting nothing more than your thighs squeezing his head as you shake from his actions. his nails dug into your thighs,knowing they were going to leave mark later on, waiting for you to fuck his face faster. his name fell from your plump lips, legs shaking and slowly closing around his head once that bubble popped.

his mind was completely blank, only wanting to take care of you and please you until you can't take it anymore. his fingers slowly inserted into you, finishing out your high but also collecting your release. his tongue lapped against your folds and his own fingers as cum ran down the large digits. “ming– fuck wait,” you begged. your legs shook more at the overstimulation, not being able to find a stopping point. the only way you could stop mingyu, however, was gripping his locks once again, pulling him away from your sensitive cunt. he looked at you with hooded eyelids and you returned the same fucked out look. both craving more from one another, whether it was touch or affection, you needed him and he needed you.

his hands softly caressed your thighs as he lifted himself up to his knees. his dick standing proud in his sweats, precum seeping through making a small print near the tip of his dick. his hands found their way from your thigh,

to your knees

to your shin

and your ankles, slowly trying to memorize every scar, every bump, and every ounce of your soft skin so it would burn into his head. his chest rose up and down slowly as he scanned the rest of your body before bringing his gaze back up to your face causing you to clench around nothing.

“lemme fuck you..” his tongue swiped over his lips then the back of his sharp teeth. “please..?” one of his hands stroked his clothed cock making air get sucked in between his teeth at the feeling. the other hand placed itself beside your head as he slowly brought himself down towards you. chest to chest. face to face. you bit your lip as you watched his every move, anticipating what words were going to leave his lips. he looked at your eyes then your lips, carefully leaning in until his lips were slightly touching yours. “i’d make you feel so good.. just please.” the hand that was stroking his dick made its way into his pants and his briefs, thumb rubbing his tip collecting more of his precum. the pace of his breathing started to pick up the faster his thumb moved around his tip. he closed his eyes, his mouth agape as he tried to bring himself to release.

the sight was sinful. your cunt dripping more as you watched your best friend shamelessly beg to fuck you. him shamelessly fucking himself to just your presence alone. all of this was making your head spin and you couldn’t take it anymore. your lips found his, mingyu not even trying to battle for dominance anymore. the noises he released into your mouth were so shameless, completely different from his tall and buff appearance. your hands found comfort on his chest as you pushed him off of you. he sat up on the sofa correctly, making you throw one of your legs over so you could straddle the helpless pup.

he places his hands on your hips as you two continued to kiss, your tongue taking over his mouth with no remorse. “you’re so cute,” you smiled, placing pecks against the side of his lip then his beautiful tan neck. the pecks instantly turned into wet kisses, bruising the glowing boy’s neck with each kiss.

he moaned high in the back of his throat as he rutted up into you clothed core looking for some type of friction. “poor puppy is so needy.” you feigned in a sickly sweet tone as you grinded down to meet his hip driving him even more insane than he already was.

“you gonna be good for mommy, and let her use you how she wants?” you asked pulling away from his neck to make eye contact. mingyu’s head was faced towards the side his eyes shut in pleasure as he whined out into the stillness of your apartment.

you grabbed his hair roughly once again causing him to look at you, he had tears in his eyes from how worked up he was. “baby, did you hear what i said?” he looked into your eyes before shaking his head and whining more as you slammed your hips down. “i said… are. you. going. to. be. good?” you asked once again punctuating each word by slamming down on his clothes cock.

mingyu nodded as a sob ripped through his chest, thighs shaking slightly as he tried to hold back his orgasm. satisfied enough with his answer you climbed off of him and helped remove his sweats. you looked at the large wet patch on the front of his pants and could feel your arousal spike from the mess the two of you created.

deciding to tease your roommate a little more you knelt down in front of him in between his large thighs and began mouthing at his clothes dick. taking the large tip between your lips through the fabric. mingyu tried to buck up in pleasure, but you had a firm grasp on his thighs preventing him from doing so. “p-please… i wanna feel you.” mingyu keened throwing his head back. “what do you mean love? i’m touching you aren’t i?” you smiled loving his reactions to all the teasing. “no! wanna feel you around me…” mingyu whined looking down at you, the tears in his eyes were growing larger and as if on cue one of the fat water droplets began to slide down his cheek.

“aw baby, do you need mommy’s pussy that bad?” you jutted your lip out, while tilting your head to the side. mingyu nodded enthusiastically pouting a little as you continued to tease him.

mingyu never knew you could be this cruel and if it wasn’t for the fact that you had just gone through your break up (definitely not the fact that he was so whipped for you he’d risk death just to see you happy) he probably wouldn’t have allowed you to do this. at least that’s what he tells himself in his head as cock continues to betray him with every twitch.

gaging that he had been through enough berating you finally pulled his sweat pants down. he hissed a little as his sensitive tip got caught on the waistband of his sweat pants. you cooed at his reaction before standing up to straddle him again. once situated on his lap you began to roll your hips against his him, humming at the way his shaft felt between your folds. deciding you wanted to have more contact with him though, you pulled off his hoodie and your own quickly, giving you more access to his gorgeous golden skin that you loved so much. you continued to move against him, glaring at your roommate when he roughly gripped your sides. “so impatient…” you tsked while lifting up slowly, positioning yourself above his cock before slowly sinking down.

your face contorted at the stretch, throwing your head back as you slowly slide down his length, gripping onto his thighs to keep yourself grounded. “fuck you’re so tight…” mingyu said breathily, his grip tightening on your sides as you clenched around him.

you moved your hands to his shoulders, gripping them tightly as you adjusted to his size. you knew mingyu was blessed, because you may or may not have accidentally walked in on him jerking off one time. you had only seen a glimpse, but now feeling it inside you, it felt even bigger than what you remembered seeing that day.

“are you ok?” mingyu asked lifting your chin to look into his eyes. he looked so concerned and it made your heart melt a bit at his sincere expression.

your ex never looked at you like that.

you nodded slowly afraid your voice would betray you since you were already breathing heavily. to show him you were fine though you began rocking your hips slowly causing you both to let out breathy moans. you continued rocking slowly watching the way mingyu reacted to you. he looked so pretty, lips parted and eyes closed as you grind your hips down into him. “so gorgeous…” you whispered out, his hooded eyes meeting your own. he desperately wanted to move, but he wanted you to continue using him as you pleased. he decided to indulge himself though by connecting your lips in a slow, but passionate kiss. you kissed back slowly, moving one of your hands from his shoulder to cup his cheek gently.

the two of you pulled away gasping for air, your hips had momentarily stopped moving from how much mingyu's kisses had affected you. the time that you two spent kissing though had helped you adjust to his large size. gripping onto his shoulders tightly you began to lift yourself off his cock before slamming back down on him. mingyu couldn’t contain the moans that tumbled from his lips as you set up a steady pace.

bouncing up and down you played with the hairs at the nape of his neck as you let your head fall onto his shoulder. no one had ever filled you up this deliciously and each time you brought your hips down you couldn’t help the whimpers that fell from your own lips. “you’re doing so good baby, making mommy feel so good.” you breathed out kissing his praise shoulder which was beginning to gleam with sweat. mingyu whined at the praise, his grip becoming almost bruising from how good you felt around him. “mommy feels so good around me.” he slurred out trying his best to hold back.

you could tell he was about to cum, but didn’t want to give him the gratification of release just yet. before he could finish you pulled off of him and gripped the base of his cock roughly to prevent him from orgasming.

“f-fuck!” he cried out as his dry orgasm racked through his body causing him to shake. you watched as tears began to tumble down his cheeks again, his chest rising and falling heavily as he whimpered.

“come on, we aren’t finished pup.” you got up on shaky legs, pulling him up with you. walking into your bedroom, you laid down on the bed, pulling him down so he was hovering over you. “here’s how it’s gonna work. you’re gonna fuck me, but every time you get close to cumming, we switch positions. if i cum then you can cum. if you cum without permission we keep going until i finish, overstimulated or not.“ you looked sternly into his eyes making sure his attention was on you. “am i understood?” you asked gripping his hair roughly. “yes mommy, i understand.” he whimpered out softly.

“good, go on love, show mommy how good you are.” you smiled releasing his locks.

mingyu lined himself up with your cunt before thrusting in roughly. he set up a fast pace that had your body moving up and down with the force of his thrusts. you moaned loudly at the unexpected pace as the headboard loudly banged against the wall. “f-fuck, gyu s-slow down.” you begged loudly as your hands clawed at the sheets trying to grip onto something for purchase. mingyu ignores your pleas as he continues to plow into you at an animalistic pace, his hands tightly gripping the pillow that your head is placed on.

you gripped his hair roughly once again causing his hips to stutter as they came to a stop. “w-what, you said as long as i didn’t cum!” he whined looking down at you with a pout. he took in your breathless form and how your hair was laying messily against the pillow, brushing a few strands that had managed to get into your eyes behind your ear. “y-yeah but it doesn’t mean you have to thrust into me like an animal.” you replied loosening your grip on his scalp allowing your hand to fall back down to your side.

mingyu nodded before he began thrusting again, this time at a much slower pace. he thrusted into you deeply allowing you to feel every inch of him as he slowly dragged himself in and out of you. mingyu whimpered in the back of his throat as he felt how tight you were clenching around him, “q-quit that…” you opened your eyes and looked at him with a confused expression “w-what?”

his face was contorted in pleasure and you clenched experimentally to see if your suspicion was right. he whimpered out again before pulling out and clutching the base of his cock roughly to stop his orgasm. “that!” he exclaimed sitting back on his heels while he tried to catch his breath. you giggled loudly before sitting up yourself. “i can’t help it if you’re making me feel good.”

“yeah but the last time was on purpose, i know it!” he furrowed his brows while he tried to catch his breath. his cock we still standing angry and red between his legs, which made you feel a bit bad since you could tell how needy he was.

“guilty,” you grinned cheekily before getting on your hands and knees. “come on pup, i think you’ve been good enough. you can cum if you want, but you still have to get me off if you cum before me.” you said, arching your back as you waited for him to enter you. you shivered once you felt his large palms on your waist, gripping harshly as he pushed himself in slowly. the stretch was so delicious yet so addicting for the second time. a breath that mingyu didn’t know he was holding left his plump lips once he bottomed out. “you feel so good,” he breathed. he leaned over placing kisses on your flushed out back sending waves of pleasure straight to you core making you clench around the girth. his hips started to move slowly getting used to your walls once again before speeding up. seeing your ass jiggle with every thrust had his head spinning, wishing to see this view everyday for the rest of his life.

your shaky arms failed you, making your face lay sideways on the mattress, hair in front of you face and mouth agape. god he felt so good. his dick hit places where your ex couldn’t even reach, feeling sparks and butterflies throughout your entire body. arousal began to run down your weak legs, soaking the sheets and your roommate’s thighs.

“fuck baby i’m so close..” you grunted once your fingers circled your clit. mingyu whined at the pet name, pressing down on your back to thrust into you harder. you could tell he was on the edge but trying his best to hold back for you, trying to be the best boy he could be. ’mommy’ fell from his lips as your muscle clenched around his throbbing dick, trying to milk him wanting him to fill you up to the brim. “cum in me baby, want you to fill me up..”

“my god…” he choked out, your words going straight to his dick. his hips started to lose rhythm, his cum painting your walls. this spurred up your own release moaning out his name while your legs shook around him. both of your breaths heavy, he slowly tried to slide out of you only for it to fail when your hips chased him, fucking yourself a bit more to overstimulate the poor pup. “____ please…” he whined, his body twitching at the feeling. he was so cute you just had to stop messing with him. his large body laid beside yours, bringing you close to his with no room to cool off.

“that really happened,” you giggled. his eyes looked at you, so bright and filled with love you could feel your heart sink to the pit of your stomach. to think this could happen to your roommate and best friend of all people, it almost felt like a dream to you. your hand slowly went to his face, caressing his cheek and your thumb rubbing across his beautiful lips resulting in him kissing it. “yeah.. it did.” his hand rubbed your bare back tracing patterns of god know what still finding some sort of answer in your eyes.

“soooo….” you began. “what are we?” mingyu’s eyes rolled as he turned over so his back was facing you.

“you’re kidding right?” he scowled. “you literally put me through heaven and hell at the same time and used me as a fuck toy just for you to ask ‘what are we?’” you laughed at his pouting pulling yourself back to him and placing a kiss on his shoulder, then his neck, and then his cheek. “hmmm i don’t know. i might have to think about it,” you teased. he turned to look out you with a loud ‘ya!’ only making you laugh harder and kiss his cute lips. the kiss went from a peck then to a long passionate drawn out kiss, pulling yourself on top of him again and his hand resting on your waist.

“i’m just teasing you baby,” you smiled, breaking the kiss. his thumbs rubbed you hips as he looked up at you with a big smile. “i love you, dummy.” his arms pulled you down to a big hug, placing a kiss on your head then your lips.

“i love you too.”

#jaework #taywork #seventeen #kim mingyu #svt mingyu #svt smut #mingyu smut #mingyu #unicorp

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vander-affectionate · 1 year

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Oh god you scared me.

How was your week? I'm guessing it's stressful, i hope you get better soon. I'm always here if you need to talk to someone about anything. Don't go hard on yourself! If you feel like you can't write or things like that you can obviously take a break. If you don't, maybe you can write something about taking care of a stressed Vander? Idk if that would help tho😞

this ask (T-T) thank you so much for sending this sal, i appreciate it. it's been a teeny, inchie little bit stressful, but getting an ask like this in the middle of it is as a good as a glass of water. don't worry, i'll be staying hydrated and i hope you will too, thank you so much for the request because you hit the nail right on the head so without further ado...

vander gets overwhelmed and has lowkey himbo vibes because he thinks a bonk on the head might solve his overthinking, but reader is stressed too. i had complete sensory overload while writing this so i have not edited this yet. reblog, reblog, reblog, and again, thank you so much for requesting this.

Vander huffs, leaning on the bar with a tankard in hand. The bar is closing up for the night, but he's not there to do it - no, actually, you sent him in the back for the remainder of the night after things got out of hand in the Drop's busiest hour.

The tankard slams hard on the coffee table and draws his hands up his face, into his hair, and then back down so the sharp cuts of his scruff stab his fingers when he breathes too hard. He wonders how sweet words and kisses over his forehead from a refreshing morning with you had turned to a sour, bristled night ending with none other than Vander himself initiating a bar fight that you had to break up. He grits his teeth and squeezes his eyes shut because it's embarrassing just to think about. It's not the fact that you had to bash him across the head with a tankard to get his attention.

"Hey."

There you are, opening the door with an elbow while simultaneously attempting to wipe your hands with a counter top rag, not the ones he tells you to use. He can't even scold you when there's some weak version of a flame in his chest fueling his embarrassment. He opts for staring at the fraying couch arm instead of words.

"Bar's empty, Benzo came 'round asking if you wanted to have drinks" you sit yourself on the opposite end of the couch on the arm, leaning on the thick cushions. "Told him you were mine for tonight, that okay?"

He huffs a sound, something dryly amused because where else would he rather be than swallowed up by the comfort of his own. He wants to rot in the embarrassment he's caused himself and he cannot be more thankful for you telling Benzo he was in for the night.

Vander's half paying attention. He doesn't see the way you frown at him or the way you ease off the couch and move around it to come near until you're sitting on the coffee table with a hand on his knee. He jumps and you withdraw your touch. He's surprised by your wide eyes directed at him, rather than the unamused glare he was expecting.

That's all you do for a second, both of you stare at each other until your hand stills in the air, halfway between you two, "is it okay for me to touch you?"

Vander chews the inside of his cheek, glaring at the couch and it pains him to shake his head. He's not sure how much he can take of you tonight, you're wonderful - beyond that actually, but everything is too much and you're- he's... words are a little hard for him.

But you can see it in the way he's stiff against the couch.

"That's okay," you stand up from the coffee table and move around it.

His eyes widen and you're stopped in your tracks by his hand curled around your wrist. His brows are knitted together and his lips pressed into a thin line, his words are clipped, "Don't leave." muttering a please that breaks in his throat.

Your fingers press and brush the inside of his wrist before you lean down to kiss his arm, keeping his gaze all the while, "I'm right here, Vander. I'm sitting over there, is that okay?"

His eyes flickers to the chair you've gestured to and you see his nose wrinkle. His features soften when he sees the upturn of your lips and he releases your hand, relaxing back into the couch cushions and watching you curl into a ball in the arm chair on his right that's too big for you. You're a vision of comfort and he leans his head back into the cushions while you both stare.

"Sorry about hitting you over the head," you prod the area on your head in the spot you clocked him earlier.

He shrugs, "Nothin' I didn't deserve."

Vander watches you curl your legs underneath yourself as you lean on the arm, closer to him. He turns his gaze because he doesn't want you seeing these feelings rearing their ugly heads. He needed that hit, he's convinced himself it helped calm him down and squints as he considers a second might be the hearty cool down he's missing.

"They really got to you tonight," your voice is still soft and he wants it to grate a nerve in him. He wants you to give him a reason to be angry at himself for his outburst tonight, but when he glances over at you he can't be.

Your cheek is squished against the frayed armchair upholstery and your eyes seem more like doe eyes than they ever have when you're staring up at him like he's hung the moon. He glances away and sees your mouth curl up and he wonders if you're deliriously believing he's hung the stars. Your eyes crinkle when your lips push into your cheeks and he swallows, maybe you're playing tricks on his heart.

"Why're y'stressed?" your nonchalance grates something in him and he throws his arms into the air and kicks the coffee table with the toe of his boot.

"Cause!" he snips, "It's pilin' up, shits been falling apart, the tankards need replacing, and I threw a couple of folks half way up the piltover bridge-" he rounds on you with fire in his eyes and he's standing to his full height across the room, kicking the fallen tankard and turning his back to you so he can run his hands through his hair. He swears up and down at everything including the fallen tankard to the accident he had when he cut his jaw shaving this morning.

"I'm exhausted and, I..."

He leans his head against the wall, away from you, and you sigh. He bites his lip and quietly scolds himself because he's being selfish, you're tired too and here he is complaining about all of this. He turns around, an apology on his tongue, but he doesn't get to face you because there's a cheek on his back.

He tenses and lifts a leg to see your socked feet behind his boots. You hadn't made a sound nor do you when you meet his eyes when he raises his arm and awkwardly bends his head to catch your gaze.

"Thank you for telling me." you offer yet another smile and it's only now that he can spot the droop to your eyes.

His lips part and that heated frustration in his chest, releases and unfurls seeing your kind smiles, "I've been stressed too. Thought I was the only one."

Vander turns around and cups your face in his hands, he rubs his fingers beneath your eyes that are only slightly sunken in because he forgets that keeping the bar open for an hour later doesn't only take its toll on him. You lean into the warm palms that cup your face and sigh, nuzzling your nose into their center and he draws you close, if only to let you curl against his chest and he watches you fully melt into him. Your shoulders sink and your fists curl into the fabric of his shirt. You shiver when his palm draws down the length of your back and he finds himself wrapping himself in you when he dips his head to bury his face in your neck. He pulls you off of your feet if only to keep you pressed to him and inhale your scent.

"I'm stressed too," he reiterates. Fingers press into your back, massaging and rolling the muscles there until you're moulding against him and nothing but an extension of himself when he moves the two of you to lie down on the couch, you ontop of him.

"You're not alone, Vander." you tilt your head up and stroke across his jaw, if only to get his attention and he melts into you, sighing and rolling you on your side so you're pressed to the cushions and his chest.

He presses his lips to your temple and rests there, sighing and curling his arms around your waist while you kiss whatever you can reach, his shoulder, his collar, and his neck. He nuzzles further into you and squeezes you in his ars.

"I know."

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swimmingclassicrockpizzawombat · 2 years

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Ok, so @beetled-juice, @batxmasisrjuice, @diaryofassortedimagines and I have a discord server where we started thirsting for the trash goblin and we've been brainstorming/writing some stuff that's just to good not to share:

Note: I will revise it and edit it later, for now I just copied and pasted my side of the conversation.

Note 2 to the person who asked me to write a fic of Beej getting pet: I haven't forgotten, I'm on it, I've just been really busy.

First off, look at the way he squirms.

Well, Imagine him doing that thing with his leg and that expression with his face while trying to get himself off as you tease him but don't touch him/allow him to touch himself 👀

... God I really wanna fuck him, I want to grab his stupid mug and kiss him (and love him and take care of him an hug/cuddle him, and why am I such a simp for him?)

On a slightly more sweet note, he's totally clingy afterwards and won't let you go, he's a sucker for after sex cuddling sessions/soft make out sessions where you just remind him how much you love him and how much he means to you and vice versa (beyond just having sexy times with him, you love having him there, you love, accept and want ALL of him), I don't recall if cock warming was already mentioned... But that, he's a sucker for that, desperate for any kind of touch he can get, and not breaking away any contact he has with you like... He hasn't gotten any kind of touch for a milenia (I imagine his love language is physical touch) he expects a milenia's worth of affection now UnU

@beetled-juice wrote a tiny bit/fic of that so I'll let him upload it here without taking too much credit, but building on what he wrote:

He's also kinda turned on by the idea of having you lay there with his cum still in/on you... just smelling like him... and will try to keep you from cleaning yourself afterwards.

He's happy to have you there knowing that you're not going anywhere, you're not leaving, not like other people in his life.... He feels safe with you <3

He'll even go as far as laying ON TOP of you, just to keep you trapped in there with him like a big cat, to the point you have to convince him to let you go and clean yourself bc you don't want a) any UTIs afterwards and b) to have to clean the cum once it's dry

In any case, he might still not let you go, he will simply magic his cum away, to take away any excuse you might have to leave and keep you as close to him for as long as possible.

You end up going to sleep with your head resting on his soft chest, maybe playing with some of his chest hair (at this point all of his hair/body hair has taken a baby pink color), his arms tightly wrapped around you protectively and your legs tangled. He's mostly holding you there like a big Koala bear, he may even go as far as summing extra arms and legs just to wrap himself around you like an octopus.

You're not going anywhere now, not now that he's found you <3.

And if you do want to go pee or something you have to be careful with your wording since he gets all sappy afterwards. If you say something like "Lawrence, let me go" while trying to free yourself from his embrace, he will just chuckle and reply with something like "never (not now that I found you)" and nuzzle into your neck wrapping himself even tighter around you.

(Eventually if you really have to go pee he will let you tho lol

"Babes, I'm a demon, not a monster UnU. Besides, pretty breathers like yourself need to take care of yourselves... Specially if I'm gonna make you pay for teasing me like that later 👀")

All this sweet stuff having been said, he's totally getting his revenge afterwards. You don't get to just tease him like that and get away with it. He's gonna make you pay. Perhaps with something involving the clones and endless edging idk

On top of that he'll always try to hold you when you do chores or work!

Trying to cook something? He'll be there nuzzling your neck and groping you or just holding you from behind as you cook.

Working on your computer? He will either try to have you sit on his legs or sit between you and the chair/couch/bed (wherever you're working) or try to lay his head on your lap and have you pet his hair while you work (idk if You've ever seen cats lay on your keyboard while you're trying to work to demand attention but I can totally see him tryin something like that)

And imagine his hair glowing pink wherever you trace your hands or leave a kiss (like, it's already pink, but he's getting so overwhelmed that your hands/kisses seem to leave glowing spots of pink on him)

(and he's of course already sporting a boner before you even get to finish)

(I imagine once he's alive he's so sensitive that he cums on the spot lol)

PS: I can also imagine him getting overwhelmed not just by the physical touch but also by feeling so loved, and bc he has some insecurities about his body (I mean he does slightly hint towards having an eating disorder, in the musical?) and the fact that you're there worshipping his entire body is too much

Okay, now I really want it fill his entire body and particularly his tummy with love bites <3

#beetlejuice x you #beetlejuice x reader #my writing #pizzawombats writing

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bitchkay · 4 months

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May I bother you with a request for a list of requests that are in your inbox/WIPs? it's ok if you don't want to also

Alot--🤭🤭

Less than I thought actually

Like I have a ridiculous amount of drafts but such a small portion of that is actual WIPs and asks that have yet to be answered

I did count tho

Out of almost 200 drafts (dont judge me) like 40(39 actually) are actually WIPs/asks

And out of that just over half are actually like horny asks yk the nsfw shit😈

And the rest are (whether it's an ask or not) stand alone posts be it a headcanon post, full length fanfic(700 words+ and/or formatted as such), scenarios/drabbles(usually under 300 words) or me just talking

As for my Google docs

15 of which are full length fanfics and about half of those are already like 2000+ words

The other one is just a scenario I started for Sherry last week

Heres a list from oldest to newest currently in my drafts

Court of darkness characters with a black s/o part 1 (headcanons)

Court of darkness characters with a black s/o part 2 (headcanons)

Court of darkness characters with an s/o that writes poetry (headcanons)

April fools stories but they're actually good(nsfw short scenarios)

Loving on Tino cus were in a drought for Tino content (horny ask)

CoD cones giving backshots part 1 (nsfw headcanons/scenarios)

Fenn is a whore, mc should have her way with him (horny ask)

Assigning court of darkness characters my little pony kins (headcanons)

Violet is deeply in love with you therefore she is fucking you very hard (horny ask)

Soft Addis Ira HCs *non romantic* (headcanons)

Dia Akedia 🤨🏳️‍🌈⁉️ (me analyzing dia under a microscope/studying his queer codedness with research and references)

Violet with a mommy kink. (horny ask)

Quartus NSFW headcanons (nsfw headcanons)

Court of darkness characters with a bratty s/o (nsfw headcanons)

Breeding kink with Addis Ira (horny ask)

Fucking Dia in a mushroom paradise his bedroom (horny ask)

Tino getting a love boner (fanfic/scenario)

Domming Guy (horny ask)

Being a brat with Guy (horny ask)

Making love to Fenn (horny ask)

Ass, tits, or thighs, Court of darkness edition (headcanons)

Thirsty for Dia (horny ask)

Toa book 2 smut (horny ask(

Roy in bondage (horny ask)

Loving on Rio with freckles (horny ask)

Give mc a dick, see what happens, w/ fenn (horny ask)

My favorite part about each consort (me showing love to my boys💞)

Quartus seeing you cry during sex (horny ask)

Lynt and fucking in the library nook (horny ask)

Cuddling with Hawke (headcanons)

T4T w Dia (horny ask)

Kings orgy (horny ask)

Loving and fucking on Aquia (horny ask)

Roy giving hot messy creampies (horny ask)

Threesome with guy and Toa (horny ask)

Toa being a little shit as a sub (horny ask)

Threesome with Sherry and Violet (horny ask)

Quartus😈😈 (horny ask)

Addis Ira(horny ask)

And for the Google docs now

In no particular order cus I forget what's the oldest😶😶

I be in and out of those mfs, they be rearranging themselves

Sleepover with Sherry Invidia (smut)

N/A (Zev Avari smut)

Just like that~ (threesome with Grayson and Tino)

Special Lessons *requested* (Lou smut)

"C'mon share." (threesome with Guy and Fenn)

Intimacy beyond word *modern AU* (Rio smut)

F-R-EAAK (tino smut)

N/A (Lynt smut)

To fall into bed with you~ (Lance suggestive fluff)

My roommates brother *modern AU* (Zev Avari smut)

Between screens *modern AU* (Knight smut)

LUVU2D3ATH <3 (Lance suggestive fluff)

Morning after (Lance fluff)

Lamborghini *modern AU* (Roy smut)

An Irian bride (Young! Addis Ira)

Come through~ *modern AU* (Rio smut)

Now I know what you're about to say "Kay that's literally so much!" but listen

The stuff in my Google docs has been sitting for more time than the stuff in my drafts

From the stuff in my drafts the oldest thing there is from August and that was less than 6 months ago

Some of the stuff in my Google docs has been there since last year

I'm not overwhelmed by the amount of shit I haven't finished

Once upon of time this would scare me but I'm good keep em coming cus I love this shit

I love receiving asks for yall and listen my anons freaky as shit yall keep me entertained

Some of yall write full on essays in my indox about these mfs and bitch I encourage it more life to you

Yall want to make sweet love to Aquia? REAL‼

Yall wanna tie Roy up to the bed while you overstim his cock? EVEN REALER‼

Send it my way I will get back to you eventually all I ask is you be patient

#kay answers #court of darkness

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neonapocalypta · 1 year

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Minky Momo ep 4

CONTEXT: I'm a big fan of Takeshi Shudo's writing. You prob know him from his work on episodes and movies in the early years of the Pokemon anime. He's my favorite author, though I won't be going into that here. This post is from me watching one of his other creations: Minky Momo. (Specifically ep 4, which he wrote from what I understand.) Originally this was a thread on twitter from March 18th 2022. (when I was sick.) I'm putting it here since I'm trying to fill my tumblr with stuff I find important.

I prob won't post my other first impressions, as those slowed down when I started feeling better. (I actually need to finish this series.) To be honest, this ep is something else, thus another reason why I wanna share it.

Also, this will be edited from its original form for anything I don't think need to be here in hindsight and spelling stuff.

Minky Momo ep 4 might be one of the most wild and maybe even sad eps Takeshi Shudo has written (to my knowledge.) Go watch, for real, I'm about to spoil it.

It's starts out fine. Momo's ma is threatening to divorce her dad, Momo DGAF about her grades, just normal shit for Shudo. Then we meet the character of the day, Ken. At first he's just some kid staring out the window during class. Momo is so curious about why he's looking out at the sky, she pokes him with a pencil getting them both in trouble (and failing their tests I think.) She keeps trying to hang out with him and he's all like "fuck off." (my words) For some reason another student knows that his dad is an archeologist and his ma "works late so he has to go home and watch the house after school."

Momo stalks him to his place and he's like fuck off. (again.) Like a week later his bird is sick and he comes into the vet Momo's earth "dad" runs and momo cures it. He asks her to, and I'm not joking to "see his room" tho not in THAT way I promise. Anyway, his house is full of ancient artifacts his dad "found" which includes a map of the fairy world Momo come from. (Honestly this is interesting stuff, I'ma skip it for pacing.) We get to the kids room and find out he's beyond "I'm feeding these crows because they're my only friends". His toys are his friends. Legit. Not making it up. This kid is so lonely that he's resorted to this shit.

Then to make his life worse, but actually in the end not, the one time Ken didn't watch the house his entire apartment catches on fire. He goes inside to save his bird and friends, a cop is like "fine, I'm not gonna go save you kid." and Ken is like an inch away from Death. Really. Ovi Momo tried to save him, but she wasn't gonna get to him in time, so she used her magic to make the toys come alive and (I think?) create a barrier around him until she could get to his room.

At the end of the episode he's like "I know they saved me and now they're from the dream world. Even if no one believes me" ( I can't remember what Momo's land is called rn sorry.) At least he's happy I guess. You know what's wild? This would be the episode most people would remember from the series. The poor abused child grappling with a slipping mental state due to isolation from his parents to protect their stolen property almost dies in a fire to save his imaginary friends. But instead, (unless there's something else I don't know about.) the truck-kun episode happened to be in the same series.

Sad dark plotlines mixed with the wildest of scenarios is one of the reasons I love Takeshi Shudo's work so much. This is peak his work. Damn, I don't even think Ken and Momo became friends. He's Fren exclusive to Mr. Peanut. (A lot of his friends seem to be from other IPs.) I won't forget Ken or this episode for a while.

#Takeshi Shudo #minky momo #anime

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mike-el · 2 years

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i dont think you have anything to worry about with mike and el’s screen time in season 5. the duffers have repeatedly said they arent going to let social media influence their vision and that not everyone is going to be happy. as you and others have pointed out, they’ve been building mileven since season 1, and i don’t think they’re going to sacrifice screen time just because some fans don’t enjoy it. especially considering el is basically THE main character of the show and her relationship is a huge part of her and her arc. i think the duffers will take the time they need to give each character’s arc a proper conclusion, and that includes the romantic aspects of each character’s arcs too :)

I would certainly hope so. But the duffers are definitely known to shape their writing of the show based on fan response. The most overt example is the Dustin/Steve dynamic: Dustin and Steve have been paired together the last three seasons because of the outpouring of love the pair received following season 2. Steve’s entire character arc shifted after season 1. I also think Will’s interest in Mike was prompted by fan opinion; it is not clear to me that that storyline was always intended. The narrative of Will crushing on Mike works and makes sense in the broader scope of the show, just as Steve and Dustin’s dynamic does, but I suspect it was not always planned and was introduced due to the influence of fan opinion.

The Duffers are certainly not alone in allowing popular opinion to shape the narrative direction of their show. That’s a pretty common phenomenon amongst tv creators - after all, the show is their livelihood, and their profits are directly proportional to viewership and the show’s success. So if mike and el are not a popular storyline, I can very much see the Duffers easing up on their screen time and abandoning mileven focused marketing (everyone buy an M+E backpack while you still can.)

However, it’s important to reiterate once again that the measure of a storyline’s popularity is not measured solely by activity on tumblr and Twitter, especially with an audience as large and expansive as stranger things’. I’m sure show creators and writers are made aware of other metrics to measure the show’s popularity beyond who is answering their polls on Twitter, e.g. tracking tag activity across all social websites and tracking which merchandise is best selling.

I also think that, especially because this is the last season, the Duffers do not and will not allow these outside factors to completely change their vision for the story’s end, the culmination of their work. As I said, Will crushing on Mike, Steve and Dustin’s friendship - these storylines, while they might have arisen as a response to fan demand, make perfect sense in the broader context of the show and don’t disservice the story or the characters. So, based on the part four seasons, any fear that I have that the final season will be influenced by outside opinion is not overwhelming. While I think it is very possible that the spotlight on Mike and El might dim in the final season, I am not at all concerned about their story being ruined or written OOC. Nothing in the past four seasons has given me reason to fear that. (Not even season 3.)

Of course I hope I’m wrong tho and mileven have a grand epic ending…. Would love to eat my own words in this particular case. Delicious !!!

Edit: I can also see a universe in which they go mega hard the other way, put all the focus back on mileven and try to restore them to their former glory in the eyes of their audience …. Let’s all manifest this reality

#mileven #asks #I share a thought #tw discourse #(I guess? idk better to err on the side of caution)#OTP: and every day since

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idleglowingpixels · 1 year

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Welcome To My Blog!

Whether you're here from my AO3 or from the great beyond, I'd like to welcome you to my blog page. This is mainly intended as a master-post detailing a few things about me, a list of my AO3 fanfics with hyperlinks, what you can expect from my blog -- so forth and so on. I'll probably edit this over time, so if you're ever unsure about something, this would be the post to consult.

About Me And My Blog

Lin / Idle 20 Scorpio (Western Horoscope), Horse (Chinese Zodiac) Cis Female (She/Her) Bisexual

IdleGlowingPixels is my unhinged (currently main) blog. I'm a multifandom writeblr account, mainly focused on fanfics for franchises with low fantasy, romance, and action (mainly superheroes, for some reason...?) elements. I also dabble a bit into horror, but usually I'm more interested in horror that's not super gruesome or disturbing.

I'm currently in the process of developing another writeblr blog specializing in my original works. When I complete it, I'll tag it here.

Asks are open!

Feel free to send me an ask! It can be about my stories, fandoms, me, or whatever you like as long as you're respectful about it. (Spare Asks, Spare Asks Sir/Ma'am)

I am a Tag-Game Friendly blog!

I'm more than open to ask and/or tag games. Again, so long as it's respectful, I'd be happy to be tagged and participate in tag games, especially writeblr-related games!

What You'll Find Here (In No Chronological Order)

Giving more frequent/thorough updates regarding my AO3 fics than the Author's Notes on my fics can allow || Discussing content, head-canons, etc. explored in my fics

Current/Ongoing Works:

XXY || PowerPuff Girls (1998) || Teen AU, Mostly Slice-of-Life, Teen Romance & Canon-Typical Action/Violence (#xxy)

Completed Works:

I'll Talk To You Then || Miraculous Ladybug || 1.1k Word Ficlet/Oneshot || Major Character Death, Tragedy, Chat Noir Identity Reveal (#I'll Talk To You Then)

Trapped By The Rain || Monster High AU || 5.7k Oneshot || Pre-Relationship Fluff for Frankie X Jackson/Holt, in Holt's POV (#trapped by the rain)

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Fanwork masterposts/hyperlink posts || Regularly updated as more content releases || Typically has links to character bios, designs, and related fics

(XXY Masterpost is currently a WIP; will update when enough content releases)

Idle's Monster High AU Masterpost

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Content About Or Related (But Not Limited) To The Following Franchises:

PowerPuff Girls (1998)

Mainly regarding updates about my fic || May also discuss aspects of the 2016 series in relation to my fic || Excited for the 2024 series -- the creator's back AND it's gonna be serialized? Sign me up, I just hope its team can recreate the magic

My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic (2010)/My Little Pony: Equestria Girls (2013)

Almost always reblogging || I don't really follow Gen 5 content so my knowledge is minimal || I grew up on G1 & G3 as the target audience then G4 from adolescence onward

Monster High (2010)

Got into the franchise around late-G1 but didn't really get hyped about it until the pandemic || Gen 3 enjoyer almost solely for merchandise; I plan on watching the series but I'm scared I won't like it q-q I enjoyed the live-action movies tho || working on a G1-based AU with G3 elements I really like (ex. Twyla having ASD, Heath being the son of Hades, etc.)

Miraculous Ladybug (2015)

I don't even know why I still care for this dumpster fire || I'm not continuing past Season 5, I'm sorry I can't do it no more q-q || I intend to make an AU fic rewriting the series in the future!

Five Nights At Freddy's (2014)

My only experience with the franchise is through YouTube || Personally consider the Steel Wool era not canon to the Scott Cawthon era, but do enjoy SW's games || If I do post about it outside of reblogs it's probably for personal thoughts on upcoming/newly released content, or for a Human AU I'm not planning on writing a fic for but I might post about here and there idk

Sonic The Hedgehog (1991)

Usually about the live-action movies, Sonic X or Sonic Boom (TV Series), I don't really follow the games haha

Cuphead (2017) & The Cuphead Show! (2022)

Almost always reblogging || I still haven't seen the DLC content :')

Disclaimers

As you can see from the previous section, this is a multi-fandom blog. I plan on trying to make separate archives/masterposts/specific tags for my AO3 works and fandoms but otherwise it will be mostly multi-fandom with little to no organization.

I try my best to maintain a safe space on my SMs -- if you support/fall under any general DNI criteria, please respectfully DNI with me, my blog or anything on my AO3.

If I make a mistake to any degree in one of my posts, feel free to correct me, I only ask that it's done with mutual respect in mind. I try to be open to criticism so long as it has a constructive intent and isn't delivered in a cruel/demeaning/humiliating manner.

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I hope you enjoy your browse through my blog, and maybe enjoy my works on AO3 as well. Thanks so much for visiting!

(Updated on 10/26/23)

#introduction #welcome to my blog #welcome to the chaos #fanfic authors #linposts

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theharrowing · 1 year

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i am rereading boy blue and it's so insane to me how like it feels like --- how do i put this into words --- you know how like a movie is not popular, but you constantly hear people talking about it? is that what a cult classic is? i guess it has to get older to become a classic? but it feels like that to me! some of these chapters only have like 20 notes but then your followers go through waves of asking those characters a lot of things. so it must have a much bigger following than it seems to? or am i crazy?

anyway. i love this fic and i am so excited and scared for the sequel.

HAHAHA HELLO, ANON!!! 💙💙💙

i have kind of thought about this too??? because i went through the chapters a few months back to add new graphics and do some small edits and i was shocked by how few notes some of the chapters had, considering it felt like a lot of people were reading it.

i feel like in order to be a "cult" film it has to completely tank in the box office, so idk if the fic counts, because like, i had a small following back then and it felt like a good chunk of them were reading it. but it also does seem way more popular than it is. maybe people were too ashamed to like the chapters as the contents got darker 💀 lmaooooo. i also know a bunch of people who have read the fic and i don't think they have liked anything beyond the master list, if even that. certainly, most of them have not commented. (which is what it is, and i am not complaining lol just making an observation lol.)

I AM EXCITED THAT YOU ARE READING IT AGAIN THO AHHHHHHH 💙💙💙 i hope you have fun!!!! if that is even possible lmao. i am also excited and scared for the sequel but for different reasons.

have you been following along with Collateral too?

#lovely anon #fic: boy blue #you've got mail 💌

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potted-cilantro · 1 year

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haha hello i'm sorry ive drafted this so many times you'll have to forgive me if it's still a ramble i assure you the other versions were far worse 😅

but i just wanted to say you know thank you so much??? i had NOT been expecting my lil quiz to get quite as much traction as it has and people being so willing to share their stories with me kind of just blindsided me with this love for humanity

and i have. many. dnd ocs. i know how deeply personal some of them can get and how engrossed in your stories you can become and how wonderful it is!

i haven't been able to stop thinking about circe all day it's a terrifyingly amazing story you've given me and i just cannot express in words how much it means that you were willing to share this- and them- with me

a lot of illtellyouhowthisstoryends was me figuring out my own fears of baring my soul to an audience and how. terrifying. that can be sometimes and for it to be received so well and to have you share something like this with me in turn is just !! so i really can't thank you enough

i hope i can always be an audience for your stories in the same way- if you ever want to ramble about your ocs to anyone, i am always here and always willing to listen!!

but in the meantime i hope this finds you well i hope you keep creating and keep enjoying things because someone out here really loves reading it all <3

-- illtellyouhowthisstoryends

p.s.: due to an inabilty to spell cilantro, i might have sent this to the wrong person. whoops. if this message seems unrelated to you, please disregard everything said here beyond the section about keeping creating and keeping enjoying things, and i hope you have a very nice day!

Aa holy shit hi!! This got to the right person haha :)

DLSFJDSKL TY?? FOR ALL THE COMPLIMENTS??? GOSH,,, Believe it or not that's?? Not the final version of Drifting Apart (the name of the story, I honestly want to change it to something better), I still have a few edits to do in order to make it completely canon-compliant. I went back through the quiz twice to get the entire thing in, if I wasn't on mobile at the time there would've been a bit more context so apologies ^^;

Aa so much to say, where to start-

I really enjoyed i'lltellyouhowthisstoryends!! When I got to the "you promise?" question I just yelled and made everyone in my group take the quiz (I was taking it during dnd if you can believe it) I totally understand the baring your soul to an audience thing and I think illtellyouhowthisstoryends is a great great way to start!! Again I really enjoyed the story of it!

Someday I hope to have enough time to consolidate all of my writings/lore bits into posts for people to look through! For now they remain in unfinished docs or my writing server tho. This is my main so if you want to hear more about my characters you can check out @cilartbloggo which is the OC sideblog! I'm honestly debating making it my main instead so people can find me easier haha

Bottom line is I'm overjoyed you want to hear more about my characters and I'd be happy to share!! And I hope you can find an audience for your writing too, from the sound of it you've already started to gather one :)

#asks #for a rainy day #this is so sweet aaaagh #made my god damn day!! im in a writing mood all over again fkjgdhj #apologies if i missed anything!! if youd rather this is answered privately i think i can change it!

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pinkpuffballdude · 2 years

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alright I made this post and @knife-moth-mc indicated that more concrete instructions(??) would be appreciated, SO! this is not like, a checklist or anything, not orders or must haves or w/e, just stuff that I find easiest to engage with especially when my brain is a big ol pile of goo (ie Right Now)

(before we begin I recognize that all this shit is Work and Takes Time And Also Effort, I'm not saying it should already be done; I do however have various mental disabilities(?) that unfortunately stack and make it really difficult for me to 1) read big blocks of text and 2) synthasize information myself. a lot of this list is going to be stuff like that!)

placing under a cut because Long OKAY

LET'S BEGIN!!

to start, having at least some kind of landing page or template for every character in the SMP- it doesn't have to be detailed, it doesn't even have to have information beyond like, their name and pronouns- but trying to follow a stream for the first time and having characters pop in and out is really difficult when I go to check their pronouns and they aren't even on the list of characters. idk how the wiki editing works? I've never done that, but I think there's a way to just have the sections with [TBD] in them, as a placeholder. not sure how difficult that is tho, but even that would be super helpful

alternatively (or maybe additionally?) some kind of list of All Characters, with basic information like pronouns, name, race/species/abilities, notable relations, and so on. a short list so I know who everyone's talking about

a lot of these are gonna be short lists sorry akldh BUT just... a ten words or less description of each character and their arc. maybe not literally ten words, but Very Short and succinct; details could go somewhere else, so if I'm interested in a specific character I could go and dive deeper on their page, but if I'm trying to figure out why idk c!Aster hates c!Sleep (???? not canon I don't think but idk!!) I can go to their page and see oh yea they had some kinda argument over bombs or the void or smth.

edited versions of vods!! that would be SO helpful (if Incredibly Difficult :pensive:)

alternatively, a short list of "these are the lore relevant vods, watch these to know what's going on"

building off that, playlists of different arcs and different people, not necessarily wholly seperate but isolated so I can go "wait what's up with the maskarade huh" and watch idk 5 hours of video instead of. hundreds.

clip videos. those are my saving grace, they let my poor adhd ass stay focused on the same video for Many Minutes while also highlighting what's important AND letting get multiple perspectives, which helps me orient myself in the story/lore.

clip video ideas (inspiration): funny moments - Aster paranoid moments - STARS eats chat??? compilation - Sleep&STARS interactions - bloopers - Haven fucked up and evil moments - every time [character] speaks in [video/stream/specific streamers video/etc]

going back to the wiki stuff, maybe a timeline version that has one sentence per event, and then links off to a more detailed page on that specific event? so someone can skim it and have an idea of The Server At Large, but the information on all the fun moments and little character interactions is Still There, just not cluttering up the summary (:V bad wording but brain no work :V).

TL;DR: a short list of all the characters and their pronouns/names, stance on different server events, and a two sentence summary of what those events Are would do wonders in my personal ability to delve deep into haven lore 👀

#aaaaaa #anyway Yes I'm OvO about this masquarade??? it sounds cool as hell #but I'm having trouble finding stuff out about it because uhhhhh brain no work :(#and stuff isn't centralized #I know in bigger fandoms a lot of this work is done by the fans themselves #who of course act as a sort of hive mind collecting information and trading it and well. centralizing it #which is how I was eventually able to get into the dsmp #and on the flip side literally All Of Hermitcraft is essentially like. semi lore?#and everyone edits and uploads their videos to youtube #and that's hard!!! that's not smth I could do (which is why I stream on twitch aksldhfs)#but it does mean that it's a lot easier to poke around and dip my toes into whatever's going on in the server #I also get really bad migraines with fair regularity #so having to be Awake and Present for a stream that could happen basically whenever is. untenable for me kalsdhfls #grabby hands gimme the vods #OH AND SUBTITLES #but that's an accessiblity thing idk if that's covered here but GOD subtitles my beloved #haven smp #true story #hope this is coherent!!! still in migraine mode :pensive: but Fuck I wanted to get this done so I didn't forget #also fuck migraines I've been hiding in the dark all week because candles were too bright for me it Sucks #but yea. hope this is helpful!!!!

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wytza · 1 year

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Art Therapy with a Twist

*** görgess lejjebb a magyar verzióért***

I've been aready writing about my condition with my herniated discs and nerve damage, blabla. And tho I've tried to keep positive, the depression hit me a few times last year. You know it's not easy when your whole life gets blocked from one day to the other. It was almost like a second pandemia, just worse.

Being a physically active person who had to completely stop for a while, I had to find something else to put my energy into. So I've started to do some creative work, and by that I mean handicrafts, costumes, make-up, everything what was connected to theatre. Not a surpise, I've been a theatrical dancer for more than a decade and I've always loved almost every aspect of my job. (Not the muscle pain and early morning practices tho. XD )

So we could say it was just natural for me to dive into cosplaying again, and I have to tell you, creative work really helps, it was my therapeutic activity through my low periods.

I usually keep my hobby page separately from my professional profile, cause many times when people hear the word "COSPLAY" they have some prejudice against it.

I personally find it funny when someone asks, 'what is good in dressing up as a character and go out to meet up a bunch of other weirdos', when they are doing the exact same thing at halloween or carnival.

I tell you the differences tho. Many of us are creating our own costumes. Yes. Fully. That means we are able to sew a full set of clothes, props, sometimes even armors. This requires an incredible scale of skills with different materials and tools already, and we're talking only about creating the costume.

We most of the time do our own make-up. That can go from basic make-up to bodypainting and even beyond, to glued prosthetics and FX.

And we haven't mentioned the wig styling yet. It can go from cutting, shaping, gluing, painting in every color of the rainbow, even bald cap or to the carziest anime hairstyles.

Of course not everyone is a pro or a crafter, but just in one year I met so many talented cosplayers, and if you are at least a bit interested in handicrafts and have a pinch of creativity, you can really learn a lot of things along the way.

Many people are rather enjoying to buy a nice ready-made costume of their favorite character and put more into the "performance" part. They study the mimic, the movements, or going to the lenght of taking for example, acting, dance or martial arts classes to be more authentic.

And then the social media part. Modelling, taking pictures, videos, editing, being present on social media, need some skills as well. And guess what, since it's a hobby for us we don't have managers, only our incredibly talented friends who can help... or we are that friend, and we manage all this to do in our freetime.

So there. Next time you hear the word "cosplayer" note that, you might just talk to a person who is a "whole theatre on two feet."

Love you all!

Wytza

Korábban már írtam az állapotomról, a nyaki sérvemről, az idegi sérülésről amit okozott és a többi blabla. Bár próbáltam pozitív maradni, azért a depresszió beütött párszor az elmúlt évben. Tudjátok, nem könnyű amikor az ember élete egyik napról a másikra egyszerűen elakad. majdnem olyan volt mint egy újabb pandémia, csak rosszabb.

Fizikálisan aktív emberként nehéz volt elviselnem, hogy egy időre teljesen le kellett állnom. Szükségem volt valamire, amiben levezethetem az energiámat, így kreatív munkába kezdtem. Kosztümök, smink, kellékek, minden ami színházhoz köthető. Nem meglepő, hiszen több mint 10 éven át dolgoztam színházi táncosként és 'majdnem' minden területét imádtam a munkámnak. (A hajnali gyakikat és az állandó izomlázat leszámítva. XD)

Így mondhatjuk, hogy teljesen természetesen merültem bele ismét a cosplay világába, és el kell mondjam, rengeteget segített. Szinte terápiás jelleggel húzott ki a hullámvölgyeim legmélyéről.

Általában a hobbi oldalamat és a szakmai profilomat külön kezelem. Ennek annyi az oka, hogy sokan még mindig furán néznek az emberre, mikor a "COSPLAY" szóba jön.

Személy szerint viccesnek tartom amikor megkérdezik "mi a jó abban, hogy beöltöztök és egy csapat fura ember találkozik", amikor ők ugyanezt teszik halloweenkor vagy farsangkor.

Elmondok pár különbséget azért. Sokan saját magunk készítjük a kosztümjeinket. Igen, teljesen. Ez azt jelenti képesek vagyunk egy teljes öltözetet megvarrni, kiegészítőkkel, kellékekkel, van aki páncélt is készít. Ehhez már magában kell egy széleskörű anyag és eszköz ismeret és készség, és még csak a kosztümről beszéltünk.

Legtöbben magunk készítjük a sminkjeinket. Ez egy sima nappali sminktől elmehet a testfestésen keresztül a maszkmesteri technikákig.

És akkor még nem beszéltünk a paróka beállításáról, ami lehet sima vágás, formázás, ragasztás, festés a szivárvány minden színében, de lehet kopasz sapka vagy a legőrültebb anime hajkreáció is.

Természetesen nincs mindenki otthon minden területen, nem mindenki profi vagy crafter, de csak ebben az egy évben már rengeteg tehetséges cosplayerrel találkoztam. Ha egy kicsit is érdekelt vagy a kézműves dolgokban, és szorult beléd egy csipet kreativitás, rengeteg dolgot megtanulhatsz egy-egy projekt közben.

Sokan vannak, akik inkább készen vesznek meg egy kosztümöt egy számukra kedves karakterhez és több energiát fordítanak annak megformálására. Tanulmányozzák a mimikát, a beszédstílusukat, mozgásukat, vagy akár elmennek odáig, hogy színi, táncos, vagy harcművészeti órákat vegyenek, hogy autentikusabban tudják hozni a karaktert.

És végül ott van a Social Média bugyra. Modelt állni, fényképeket, videókat készíteni, szerkeszteni, megfelelően jelen lenni a platformokon, ez is egyfajta készség. És mivel nem főállásról van szó, nincs manager aki ezeket leszervezné nekünk, csak a hihetetlen tehetséges barátaink akik tudnak benne segíteni. Munka vagy iskola mellett. A szabadidőnkben.

Szóval ha legközelebb azt hallod "COSPLAYER" jusson eszedbe, hogy talán épp egy " megtestesült két lábon járó színházzal" beszélgetsz.

Csóközön

Wytza

#cosplay #cosplayers #skills #talents #theatre #crafting

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