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games and other fun — rafe cameron x reader

HAPPY NYE FUCKERS HERES A TOXIC MAN THAT SHOULD DEFINITELY BE LEFT IN 2024 BUT NOT ON THIS BLOG HAHA

this is the hottest rafe scene and if you disagree i think ur silly

as always, warnings: smut, daddy kink, choking, slapping, dom!rafe, alcohol consumption, p in v sex, unprotected sex (please for the love of god wrap it), talk of drugs

anyways… here’s games and other fun:

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the summer you got hot was coincidentally the same summer you moved to the outerbanks.

the climate was hotter than back hot, but… so were the men.

you and your friends had moved for the new adventure, and thankfully you had found a job in your field pretty quickly. while your friends looked for jobs in their field, they acquired jobs at some of the restaurants, bars, and catering gigs in town.

that was how your best friend met topper.

when she first told you the story, the blush on her cheeks had never been brighter. him and his buddies had been out that night — at the bar she worked at. almost immediately, topper started flirting with her. she claims she played it cool, but from her giggling you can tell that she was excited to talk to him as he was to talk to her. you were so, so happy for her.

…until she mentioned how he had a friend.

“absolutely not,” you stated, shaking your head,

“why not?!” she demanded. “the friend said you were cute!”

you raised an eyebrow at her. “you showed him my picture?”

she nodded. “he was cute! i swear!”

you sighed. “what’s his name?”

“kelce.” a mischievous smile began to play at her lips. “him and topper want to meet us at a party their other friend is throwing this weekend.”

“did you meet that friend?” you asked. “do you think he’d be cool with us coming?”

she dismissed you with a playful wave of her hand. “rafe’s a kook. they wouldn’t be kooks if they didn’t show off their wealth to the whole island.”

you laughed. “okay, fine — i’ll go, but who the fuck names their kid rafe?”

only the richest man on the entire fucking island did, apparently.

you were excited to meet kelce, but you couldn’t help but be curious as to who exactly rafe cameron was. your friend didn’t meet him, neither of you looked him up, but then again — there was a double date to prepare for.

your best friend had gotten ready together after the work day. bikins under levi cutoff shorts, crop tops, and sandals were sported, but the main event was how somehow you both mastered the beachy blowout and natural makeup look in this humidity. once you were done, you both caught an uber and headed straight for the cameron residence.

it was fucking massive.

there was no other word.

and, honestly… it was like something out of project x.

strobe lights, music blasting, and loud laughter and screams. your best friend was more of the partier, so she didn’t look too phased — but you? you were fucking bright-eyed. you hadn’t experienced anything like this before, and even if the date didn’t work out… at least there would be other things to occupy you.

once the uber had parked in front, you spotted a man waiting on the front stoop with his phone in his hands. your friend typed a quick text, hit sent, and through the window you watch the man on the front stoop smile.

place your bets now, you thought. that’s definitely topper.

and that he was.

when you both had met him on the front stoop, he engulfed your friend in a cute hug. afterwards, he extended a smile and his hand to you, and you shook his hand appreciatively.

a man that knew boundaries and manners… fuck yes, bestie.

he led you both inside and you had to stop your jaw from dropping. the party looked crazy from the outside, but nothing could compare to the absolute mayhem that was occurring inside. pong, lines being cut on a few tables, people jumping into the pool from the roof… you name it.

“this is awesome,” you spoke absentmindedly to no one in particular.

“i know,” topped laughed. “kelce’s around here somewhere... drinks?”

he led you both to the kitchen. if you were being honest, you knew that topper and your friend would hit it off pretty quickly and you didn’t want to cock-block them. you were hoping that kelce would find his way to you so you both could have your own fun, and leave your friends to their own devices.

…that was until topper started trying to call kelce over. topper, a bit drunk at this point, didn’t really get the memo from his friend that was turned around, basically back into the corner… that kelce did not want to be disturbed. in fact, when kelce finally got the message, he ripped away from whatever had caught his attention, and turned towards topper’s voice angrily. when he turned away… there was a petite woman pushed into the corner. she seemed very pissed off that kelce had broken their kiss.

who could blame her? he was hot.

no one could blame you for being a little upset, but you wouldn’t tell anyone that.

topper was at a loss for words. you almost felt bad.

letting the liquor provide comic relief, you spoke, “she’s hot. can’t blame him.”

topper laughed and then stuttered, trying to find the words to fight the embarrassment of the situation. even drunk, his manners were impeccable. his and your friend’s eyes revealed a mixture of guilty and sympathy, and you couldn’t deal with how uncomfortable it made you feel. your first instinct was to pretend it didn’t bother you… and if other people ignored your pain, you could too. it gnawed at you in the back of your throat — a rock lodged in your esophagus. your voice was tight, your cheeks were hot, and frustrated and embarrassed tears were pickling at your eyes.

“guys, don’t worry about it,” you laughed, trying to brush it off. “top, where’s the bathroom?”

maybe you couldn’t save yourself from embarrassment, but you could save them from secondhand embarrassment. once he directed you, you gave them both a smile and set off.

if you were being honest… it did hurt that had happened. it was fucking embarrassing. nothing horrible, but combined with having drank in a while, and you were already tipsy? you were feeling emotional, and that wasn’t a good luck. you needed a few minutes in the bathroom to cool off.

you texted your friend that you were going to find the pool after and that she shouldn’t wait up for you — you wanted her to have fun with topper.

you were barely in the bathroom for a few minutes when you heard banging on the door.

“hurry up!” a gruff voice from the other side of the door called.

you shut the water off and brushed away the loose tear. your eyes were red, and your face was a bit puffy, but you figured you’d be fine. you’d probably never see the guy on the other side of the door anyway.

as you opened the door, he went to bang on it again. with his weight forward, he accidentally stumbled into the bathroom while you were still in it.

“sorry, dude, uh —“ he rasped, standing before you and staring awkwardly down at you.

“you’re good…” you spoke, before trying to brush past him.

he caught your upper arm.

“woah, dude,” you laughed hesitantly, trying to step away from him. “i’m leaving, don’t worry.”

“sorry —“ he let go of your arm, still peering down at you. “you’re crying.”

“what? no,” you faked a laugh. “heat got to me s’all. needed some air.”

he eyed you. “never seen you before. not from around here?”

“no,” you shook your head. “my friend and i were invited.”

“by who?” he asked, raising a brow.

you took a step back, not particularly enjoying the third degree in a small space. “this guy she likes… topper.”

his eyes widened, almost in realization. “yeah, yeah… he told me about that. said there was another girl… for kelce.”

you laughed, but with a slight scoff in your voice. “he’s a bit… preoccupied at the moment. with someone else. i was going to go play pong after i… saw.”

“knew he had a pretty girl coming, and did that? guy’s a dick.”

you laughed, and shook your head — brushing off his comment. “‘m sure he’s fine. i don’t know who his friends are — not really in the mood to talk shit about someone i don’t know.”

“sweetheart, he’s one of my best friends — guy’s a dick.”

a smile played at your lips as you raised an eyebrow at the man. “and who are you?”

“the owner of this house,” he replied. “i’m rafe.”

you smiled, and introduced yourself as well. “i’ll, um — leave you to it, then. see you around.”

you turned to leave, when you heard him say your name. while peering down at you, he spoke, “nah… let’s mess with him.”

you shouldn’t have been excited… but you couldn’t deny that you were.

rafe led you back into the kitchen and you smiled at your friend. topper turned to look at you, and his eyes immediately perked up when he saw rafe walking directly behind you.

you greeted them both, but barely before rafe had picked you up by the hips and placed you on the counter next to your friend. you bit back a squeal at the motion, but rafe had leaned against your side as he cracked a beer.

topper turned to you. “i don’t know how you found him, or how you got him out of the woodwork… but the man barely comes to his own parties. nice job.”

you laughed, and let topper and your friend continue their fun.

“so…” you began, turning to rafe. “if you don’t come to your own parties, how do you have fun at things like this?”

a smirk played at the corner of his lips. “they’ve been kind of boring for me, lately, i don’t know… i’m usually in the corner somewhere, smoking.”

sarcastically, with a grin, you asked, “are you telling me i can’t convince you to be my pong partner?”

he laughed, shaking his head. “you could convince me to do a shot with you.”

mischief danced in your eyes. rafe was quick to notice, and the look in his eyes matched yours.

he immediately went for glasses and liquor.

“and you got him to lay off the snow?” asked topper, mouth wide. he looked back to your best friend, grinning. “you’re both coming to the next one.”

rafe poured four shots and handed them off to topper and your best friend. they smiled and laughed to themselves before linking arms, and taking their shots.

“i like to take mine a different way,” rafe rasped, eyes peering down at your lips. “especially since my boy kelce has been staring us down since i put you on this counter.”

a smirk was beginning to form on your lips. in a sultry voice, you asked, “are you suggesting we give your friend a show, rafe?”

you stared into his piercing eyes before he spoke. his lips were parted, and he almost looked hungry. the heat was getting to the both of you making a shiny sheen of sweat glow because of the strobe lights. his eyes were focused on you, and really on you. it threw you off how rafe could have so many things going on around him, barely knowing you — and you were the apple of his eye. the next words rolled off his tongue like sugar, “that’s exactly what i’m suggesting, sweetheart.”

your teeth sank into your bottom lip as a blush rose across your cheeks. with a boldness you were a stranger to, you lifted your shirt above your head to reveal your string black bikini that barely hid your chest.

you figured rafe was lying about kelce — but that was until you saw him and the girl separate, and were now closer to where you and rafe stood. kelce had thrown a few glances your way every now and then, but now? now he was blatantly ignoring the girl next to him as he stared at your rack and rafe.

you threw back your shot, bending your chest towards rafe. you looked back to him with a smile on your face, and plucked his shot from his hands. holding your beasts together and placing the glass in your cleavage, you threw him a wink. rafe’s gaze darkened — and you knew you were in for it.

rafe rested a hand on your waist before he dipped his head lower. his lips wrapped around the circumference of the glass, and threw his head back with ease. your eyes drifted downwards to his broad shoulders, the thickness of his neck, and the muscles in his arms….

oh… you were in for it, alright.

before you knew it, rafe placed his glass down and connected his lips with yours. a whine of surprise rose and died in your throat after rafe placed both of his large hands on the warm skin of your waist. you held rafe’s strong jaw in both of your hands as you kissed him back, letting your tongue dance at his bottom lip.

“you’ve been too sweet to me tonight,” you whispered against his lips. “when are you going to let me be sweet to you?”

“fuck…” he rasped, stealing another kiss. “as soon as i know kelce knows what he missed out on.”

you laughed. “he’s been staring, rafe, come on…”

rafe had wrapped his arms under your ass and hoisted you against his chest. your hair cascaded down around you both, shielding the rest of the party goers for how your lips couldn’t leave his.

“if my dick wasn’t so hard right now — i’d shove it in his face more,” rafe spat. “teach that prick a lesson about how he should treat a beautiful woman.”

you giggled against his lips. “another time — please, rafe. i need you.”

a deep growl went off in his chest, and he let you swallow it whole. rafe kissed you once more before he swung you over his shoulder, one hand firmly planted on your ass to keep you steady, and began walking towards the upstairs.

laughing, you raised your heard to wave goodbye to topper and your best friend — who were laughing and happy for you as they waved back.

with each step towards an empty room, you giggled at rafe as he was cursing at people who got in his way. he kicked a couple of people out of the room before he let you fall onto your back on the bed. your giggles died within you as he began to crawl over you.

“what if i wanted to ride you, baby?” you whispered, running a thumb along his cheek as you bit your lip.

he kissed the inside of your hand as his eyes never left yours. “no, sweetheart — never had such a sexy woman below me. i’m taking my fuckin’ time.”

“taking your time?” you asked. “you’re the host of the party.”

“fuck ‘em,” he spat, capturing your lips once more.

rafe’s movements were much more dominant than in the kitchen. the privacy of the four walls and closed door allowed him to cage your body in and wedge the front of his hips against yours. you hooked your ankles behind his lower back, pulling him into you with a grinding motion. little whimpers left your lips as the friction from your jeans hit your clit in the perfect motion, making you shiver in rafe’s arms.

“want those pants off, daddy,” you rasped. “don’t make me wait.”

“call me that again and i’ll give you anything you want, sweetheart,” he spoke, his hands immediately darting for his belt buckle.

you tore off your and rafe’s pants and rafe made quick work of taking that skimpy bikini off your breasts.

“i almost told you no when you asked to go upstairs,” he spoke, his hands slowly sliding up your stomach. “i wanted to make kelce so fucking jealous…” the palms of rafe’s hands rested on the swell of your breasts, thumbs drawing circles on your nipples. “wanted him to realize that the chick next to him had nothin’ on you… that i was the one to have you… wanted to see the realization in his eyes….” his thumbs and pointer fingers began rolling your sensitive buds in between each other, drawing sharp breaths from between your lips. “but i think you were right, sweetheart. don’t want anyone to see what’s mine.”

“yours?” you let the pads of your fingertips slide down the length of his chest and stomach. you kept your eyes locked on his, provoking him. “no man’s ever been able to make me cum before. what makes you think you’re different?”

he raised an eyebrow, darkness covering his irises. he was silent for a moment, studying you. you kept your baiting look on your face, but inside you grew worried.

rafe’s hand held your jaw in his, thumb prodding at your plump bottom lip. “gonna be a brat for me, that it?”

you shouldn’t have — but you did anyway. “and what’re you gonna do about it?”

an evil smile crept up on rafe’s perfect face. he let go of your chin and got off of you. you were curious as to what his goal was, but that was until he got himself between your legs. you laid back against the bed, and when you looked up — you realized there was a mirror on the ceiling.

you gasped at the sight. your hair was as crazy as your skin was flush. your eyes were as wild as rafe’s, and he stared back at you with darkness and lust all wrapped into one.

“you see that, sweetheart?” he asked, staring back at you. “sight that almost made me take you right there in the kitchen. you gonna be good for daddy, and let me show you how i’m better than all of those little boys?”

your teeth sank into your bottom lip as your cheeks blushed. “yes, daddy, please.”

“so polite,” he rasps, pressing a wet kiss to your cheek. a whine brews in your throat at the affection. “open your legs. let me see that pretty pussy.”

on command, you parted your legs for him. rafe slid one large hand down from your knee to the beginning of your tanned thigh. you watch as his hand cups your mound, and you shiver at the feeling.

“oh… just so soft for me…”

his voice was like caramel as it rolled of his tongue. smooth and sweet. he looked at your pussy like he fucking adored it, there was no other way to put it. when his head finally dipped and his tongue nudged itself at your clit, you leaned your head back against the pillows.

“you like to hide, huh?” he spoke, eyes wide at you as his tongue dripped in between your folds. “not tonight, darlin’. you’re watching me.”

you lifted your head up and watched as his tongue slid into your entrance, and rafe began to nudge your clit with his nose. you gasped at the feeling — completely unaware that was even a thing someone could do, let alone be good at.

“fuck…” you quietly gasped, folding your lips over each other.

rafe replaced his tongue with two fingers — sliding them in and out and curling at the top. a low hum began to build as you fought to keep your eyes on him. the hum was deep and warm, filling your rib cage. you didn’t want to scream, afraid of being too loud or too much for rafe… but keeping your eyes open was enough of a fight. when his perfect, plump lips made contact with your clit… you couldn’t help it. you let out a loud sigh as your vision began to glaze over.

“i wanna do everything i can to this pussy,” rafe bit, sucking at your clit. “smack it, lick it, fuck it, anything i want… just so warm and sweet.”

“…fuck…” while only one word, your voice had never broken so much. rafe’s words were so sensual and mind numbing it was hard not to lose yourself in the moment, free to completely enjoy the sight and feeling of one of the hottest men you had ever seen put you on a pedestal and fucking worship you. his tongue, velvet, was working its way around your clit like it wanted your thighs to clench and wrap around his head. “i’m so close, rafe…”

“that’s it, baby, yeah.” the slurping sounds from below you were pornographic. your hips were jutting up and down to meet his lips and fingers as he plunged inside of you. your hands had found the sides of his head, sad there wasn’t any hair to hold back. “you wanted to be a brat before, now what? blame all of those little boys? now look at you — too fucked out to care. dirty fuckin’ girl.”

he was right. your boldness had left you with your sanity. the low hum had now spread throughout your body until it was everywhere. a soft, quiet vibration could be felt in every one of your limbs until you sure you were shaking. a cocky bastard like rafe — you should’ve wanted to deny him your orgasm, the metaphorical trophy. however, every fiber in your being was telling you he deserved it. his tongue, his lips, his nose, his fingers, his eyes — they wanted you to finish all over his face, and they deserved it. every last drop. every bit of it. every. fucking. bit.

“you scared, baby? don’t get shy on me now.” he had now raised his face where now only his hand was on your pussy. with a concerned, focused look on his face, he dipped two fingers into your entrance as his rough palm was working your clit. “you want to be a good girl for me, don’t you?”

you shut your eyes for a little longer than you should’ve, but opened them back up for tears to collect in the corners of your eyes. the approach of an orgasm was like a current in water, sucking you under. there was no fight and there was no giving in. it was heavy, fast, and hard — drowning where you head had no chance of staying above water. your body was being pulled every which way as your brain fought to remain present, in control. through your glazed over eyes, you could see rafe smirk.

“oh — i don’t think my girl’s listening to me, is she?” his taunting voice was sending you up a wall. the rat bastard — making you feel so good and then demanding that you respond as if your mind wasn’t mush. he moved himself so he was now hovering over your body, balanced on one arm. “i know you can hear me. come on, baby — you wanna cry? do it. fuckin’ cry for me, darlin’.”

you weren’t sure why you needed permission — but something in your insecurity snapped that allowed you to let out one singular strangled moan in your sand paper throat. it was whiny, and soft, and most of all — fucking pathetic. you could see in rafe’s eyes he loved it.

“been so good for me, letting me play with you,” he whispered against your lips as he continued with his hand. “seeing this little body give in — wanna see how far i can go. can’t wait to split you on my cock.”

“let me cum on your cock, rafe, please…” you spoke through your tears. “need it so badly. please let me…”

“can’t cum without a cock inside of you?” he asked, immediately sitting up and undoing his pants. “finally allowed yourself to be a whore and ask for what you want… lettin’ me use that pussy…”

you were nodding furiously, tugging at him to come lay on top of you once more. he batted your hands away, confusing you.

“nah, lay back,” he spoke. “…because i know you want me to use that pussy, don’t you?”

“yes, yes,” you cried, voice breaking. “just want you to use me — fuck, please, rafe…”

there was that smirk again — before he dove in.

rafe had pushed your legs against your chest and held you there as his cock slid easily inside you. since you were denied a very close orgasm — your pussy had never been wetter. it was like your slick was causing him to slide further and further inside so he could be buried in there. with every thrust, your pussy tightened around him — and rafe let you know.

you stared up at the mirror on the ceiling as you watched rafe’s muscles flex. his shoulders and back — holding you down, making you take every thrust. watching his glutes tighten and release with every thrust sent shivers up and down your spine. however, nothing, not one single thing, could compare to the way rafe’s arms flexed around your head and body — holding you in place.

“fucking love your cock, daddy,” you whimpered in his ear. “so, so deep. feels so good it hurts.”

he groaned against your ear, straining to fight against the pleasure. his thrusts began to pick up strength and speed, refusing to give in before you do.

“can tell it hurts, baby — pussy sucking me in like she’s never cum before,” he gasped, his own voice threatening to break. “just needed someone that knew how to work you, huh? give you what you needed? fuck you like the slut you are?”

you dug your face into the crook of his neck, feeling lost in his words and embrace. “slut for your cock, daddy — fuck, just like that. just like that — right there!”

one of his hands reached up to grab a fistful of your hair, and yanked you back. with parted lips and gritted teeth, rafe forced himself against your throat and began to suck on the soft skin. the strain of the position took away what last bit of control you had. you were completely at rafe’s mercy — and you didn’t mind. the head of his cock was pounding against that spot inside of you. your brain and the lower half of your body were working in tandem — acting like they had never had an orgasm before, but that wasn’t the case. no — they had just never had an orgasm like this before. the kind where you are completely out of control, unable to get it back, and under the hands of a man who took such good care of you. maybe you should’ve been scared because you barely knew him, but you weren’t. he wanted your orgasm as much as you did — and you let your naivety get the best of you.

“never wanted to breed a pussy so fuckin’ badly,” he spat against the skin of your throat. “she wants my cum so badly, doesn’t she? sucking me in — what else?”

incoherent. that’s all you were. rafe’s hips smacking against yours, cock hitting just right — there was nothing that allowed you to stay present and sensible in that situation. you were all his, under his control.

“be mean,” you cried, squeezing your eyes shut. “be mean to me — and i’ll cum. fucking christ — please.”

“pussy like this, dirty as you are —“ he spoke, trying to fight his own orgasm. “no one should touch you but me. i own this pussy. me. no one can fuck you like me, that right?”

it was like music to your ears. your pussy was being split open and fucked raw — so dirty, so naughty, so wrong. yet, you were both grasping onto each other like there’s was nothing else in the world. rafe was working his cock into your pussy like your orgasm was his, and his alone. he —

he got tired of waiting for a response. he lightly smacked your cheek, and wrapped a hand around your throat.

you couldn’t be surprised — because your pussy only got wetter.

“you’re gonna fucking cum for me,” he spat against your eyes. “that’s mine. all mine.”

you caught a glance of what you looked like in the mirror above — a mess. a fucking mess. your face was covered in sweat, spit, and tears. your hair was everywhere, just like there was a flush all over your body. you saw the way rafe’s veins in his neck and forehead tightened and protruded as he spat dirty words against the side of your face.

“give it to me,” he spat through gritted teeth.

your eyes couldn’t leave the mirror. it shoved you farther and farther into your trance that you couldn’t look away. couldn’t move. couldn’t think about anything else.

“it’s yours, it’s yours…” you cried, throwing your head back.

your hands immediately came up to dig your nails into his back. your back, arched, pushed your tits into rafe’s face. his face, in awe, couldn’t help but suck a nipple into his mouth as he watched your body fucking shake. there was no more low vibration — your body, every limb, had fully succumbed to shaking and crying.

“pussy so tight,” he gasped. “fuck, fuck, fuck…”

through the mirror, you watch both of your orgasms hit you at the exact same time. with one snap of rafe’s hips, the muscles of his ass tightened where his pelvis locked with yours. his back and shoulder muscles went taut, rippling with the bout of adrenaline running through his veins. with rafe’s body holding yours down, he stopped your body from spasming. your skin was prickly to the touch as your blood was pumping, pumping, pumping. the walls of your pussy squeezed around his cock as strangled gasps pushed past your lips, and were swallowed by rafe.

against your lips, he whispered, “never letting you go now, princess.”

you giggled softly, shivering. “is that so?”

“yeah,” he mumbled, kissing you. “you’re fucked.”

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happy nye here’s some smut HAHA love yall

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c0llisiion · 2 months

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ATTENTION — K.TH

★Pairing: kim Taehyung + f!reader

★Genre: smut

★: exes , kinda toxic ig , bigdickdom!tae , choking, slight exhibitionism , reader is lowkey bipolar , angry sex/make up sex (they just went through a breakup) , mirror sex , oral, slapping, creampie , unprotected sex (please practice safe sex!) name calling, degradation, kth is kinda mean — lmk if i missed any! ^^

★W/C: 2,435

A/N: HIIIIIIII!!!!!! so yes another kth fic :’) its been a while so that’s justified! This is actually one of my first fics i ever wrote nd i found it rotting in my notes so i decided to tweak it up and post :3 (the og was shit.) will finally be able to post more often <3 anyways enjoy! Hope you like itttt

☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ MDNI. Please refrain from reading if the topics make you uncomfortable. ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★

Loud music was blasting throughout the crowded club. It was a huge party, hosted by one of your closest friend. There were people dancing, drinking, and giving men lap dances. It was a wild one!

You were dancing hard with your girlfriends. Those few shots you took finally hit you.

You were approached by your friend, while having the time of your life "Hey, bae, there is someone you might like to see.." You stopped and focused on what she was saying "Who?" You inquired. She pointed out a man sitting in one of the booths. He was talking to another familiar man and didn't seem to notice you. You stood there, staring at the man in a suit with a few of his buttons undone. You were, honestly, in disbelief. This day is truly one for the history books.

"Taehyung..." You stood there wide-eyed. "Hell yeah, girly, I invited him for you and you only," she said with a smug smirk. "Go on, bae, get your tiger!" She nudged. "I-i-" you stammered. "come onnn ,, stop being a fucking pussy and go talk to him!!" She started shoving you in his direction. You stayed put, not letting her push you more. "Dude, for god's sake! It's going to be so awkward!" You turned around to face your clearly drunk friend. "Bitch, you were the one that was venting to me about how you wanted to see him almost every day since you broke up!" She countered. What she said was right. You were venting to her every day, nonstop, from the day you broke it off with him. "I-I had confidence that time..! But I don't think i will be able to show that same confidence .." Your friend narrowed her eyes at you. "PUSSY!" She shouted in your face. You both giggled it off before she spoke up. "Well if you are not comfortable yet, then it's fine. I heard that he already has a new girlfrien-" "what?" Your ears perked up. "Wdym what? Did you not hear? Apparently he is fucking that hot chick , aeri from back then; she had approached him two days after you broke up, and they have been dating ever since." You look back at the man clad in a blue suit with a white button up underneath before letting out an angry scoff, "What a bastard..."

"Its time to get that bastard back into your life," your friend winked at you.

"Heeeyyyy, Taehyung! How is the party going for you?" Your friend approached him, stumbling slightly. "It's going well! I'm having so much fun!" Taehyung said it with excitement. "Ouu, I'm glad to hear! Ykw, do you want to join us on the dance floor?" Your friend batted her eyelashes at him, baiting him into joining her. "haha imma pass!" " Cooommeee oooonnnn, it’s going to be fun, Taehyung" she begged for him to join her, and he eventually did after much persuasion. He joined the dance floor and was quickly hoarded by hot girls who definitely wanted to get laid by him. After a moment, his eyes landed on someone he knew. It was you. You were with another man, kissing, hands around his neck, and swaying your hips in a very sultry way. You broke off the kiss and glanced to your side. He was standing there. A woman was holding his face in her hands, trying to get him out of his trance. You could feel the rage that was radiating off of him. You smirked and dragged your mister to the bar. You let him buy you a few drinks before eventually letting him go.

You were drinking your third shot of tequila when he approached you. "It's funny to see you here." You turned around to see the tall figure of Taehyung looking down at you. You almost choked on the alcohol. "It's my best friend's birthday; of course I will be here, dumbass!" You tapped the glass on the counter, signaling for the bartender to pour you another. Taehyung walked over to the empty seat next to you. "So what's up?" You inquired while waiting. "Oh, nothing much; Daddy has been pressuring me to start staying stable." You snorted. " 'daddy' PFFFTTT" . Taehyung looked at you blankly. The bartender poured you a glass, and before you could down it all, Taehyung snatched the shot glass, drinking every last bit, and placed it on the counter. "Yeah 'daddy'” "Omg, you are literally so insufferable." You said it dramatically. "Idek how that aeri bitch is even with you," Taehyung shot up. "What aeri?" He said plainly like he had no idea what you were talking about. You looked at him in shock. "You are dating aeri right?" You asked for reassurance. He scoffed it off. " pff- you really think i would date a hoe like aeri? Never in a million years." He rolled his eyes and chuckled. " B-but .. f/n said you guys are fucking around..??" "That is true, though," your face drowned. "Like, we only hooked up once, and you know what? She is not the person she says she is. One of the worst fuckings I have ever done," you giggled. "Who was your best?" You asked him randomly. "You." Your cheeks turned pink almost immediately. You could feel him looking at you. Eyeing your entire body. "You look good today," he complimented you. "Don't I always look good?" You joked. He chuckled, looking down. You both were staring at each other with love and lust. "I miss you" had accidentally slipped your mouth. Curse you for drinking too much! You quickly covered your mouth in disbelief at what just came out. "What?" He looked at you. "Ah ah nothing, nevermind!!" You brushed it off as quickly as you could. He looked at you with his eyebrow quirked up. "Aha i think i gotta go... f/n is calling me haha". There was a slight stutter in your speech. You got up, and before you could leave the bar, he grabbed you by your wrist, turned you around, and kissed you. You were shocked. Your hands were on his chest while he kissed you with passion. "I missed you too, baby.." The bomb dropped. Your mind went blank. "But tae.." "Please, baby, take me back. I promise to change this time. I just really need you. I don't want anyone else." You looked at him with guilt. But this was the same statement he would always give. 'i will change’ 'I will do better' 'take me back'. You were unsure of what to feel. All these months, you missed him, and now?

"Tae you know we can't. You always say this but you never change. Just cut the act off." He let go of your waist. "I miss you, baby. I really do. And im sorry for all-" "shush. I don't want to hear another apology. You are never sorry." As much as you love and miss Taehyung. His personality is the biggest turn off. He had broken your trust multiple times, and whenever you would break up, he would come up with the same shit, and you were there to accept his lame apologies. But not this time. You took some time to think about it, and you came to the conclusion that it was best for you not to take him back.

"Have a goodnight." You said it sternly before turning away. "You are really going to leave me, huh?" Taehyung started following you. "I left you months ago, Taehyung." His gaze went from soft to the familiar, mean one. "You said you missed me!" He pulled you by your arm, turning you back around to face him. "It's for the better! For both of us! You know we are never going to work out!" You countered. "Oh yeah, for the 'better' , I know you will come right back to me. Quit acting, y/n. As soon as my dick enters your desperate cunt, you will be with me once again like the slut you are." His hands went around your waist once again. Mere inches separate you both. Whatever he said was true. You break up. Meet up a few weeks or days later. Fuck, and then back together. The same cycle over and over again. You couldn't get enough of him. “Let’s not play fool again.” He said in a manipulative tone. You were resisting his manipulation, but you gave in. Your lips smashed into his aggressively. He chuckled at your instinct. "Yeah, that's what I fucking thought." He said it in between the kiss.

He rushed you into the club washroom and locked the door. There was absolute rage radiating off of you guys. Kissing harshly and not letting each other go. He made you sit on the counter and grabbed you by your jaw, breaking the intense kiss. Your lips were already swollen. "How many dicks have been in this cunt?" He said,tauntingly. You looked at him with your drunken eyes. "I will make sure no one gets this. It's mine. Got it?" You nodded. He let go of your jaw and dropped to his knees. He spread your legs open and started touching your wet pussy. His fingers circled your clothed entrance. A sticky mixture of your arousal coated his fingertips. "Always wet for me. Goodgirl." he grabbed you by your waist before smashing his face into your heat and started eating you out with your lace panties on. The pleasure was too much. You threw your head back and let out a pornographic moan. He was so good at eating you out to the point that it's enough to come undone.

You tugged on his black locks. Eyes swelling up with tears and drool already dripping down from the sides of your mouth. He was lapping at your cunt like a starved man. “So good.. so fucking good…” he nudged his face closer into your sex. Breathing in your arousal. Your thighs clamped around his head, and let out a choked-out moan as he bit down on your poor clit. “T-tae..! ‘S too much!!” Taehyung found pleasure in your pleas and cries. He pulled away and stared up at you. His chin glistened with his spit and your juices, running down his neck.

He got up and was quick to capture your lips in his mouth. His tongue swirled around the inside of your mouth, and you could taste yourself. Large hands pushed your dress further up your body; a loud snap was heard as he ripped your thin panties. You grab onto his shoulders as you feel his long, cold fingers rubbing your throbbing clit. You gasped for air as he flicked your nub. Your hands roamed all over his body, helping him take off his Celine suit jacket. Your hands went lower before you stopped at his belt buckle. “Put it in already… please … “ you mumbled into the kiss. Taehyung let out a dark chuckle; his lips traveled down your neck. You felt something prod into your sopping hole. His large tip slipped through your folds easily. You gasp as he pushes himself further into you. His hands tightly held onto your hips as he eased his way into your gummy walls. He hunched over after he fully pushed himself into you. Your cunny clenched around his big length as he started thrusting. Heavy breaths getting louder with each increase in pace. “Gon’ fuck you so good..the entire club will hear us.”

-fwap! Fwap! fwap!- loud sounds of your ass slapping against his hips echoed through the restroom. Taehyung had you facing the mirror. A hand wrapped tightly around your hair, pulling your head back. “See how well you take my cock..! Haah- so fucking good. Pussy sucking me in so good.” He whispered in your ear before biting it. “Ngh- fuck Taehyung feels so g-good…!” You held onto the edge of the counter for dear life as Taehyung pounded into you from behind. Your makeup ran down your face as his thrusts had you tearing up and seeing stars. “Mmm.. haa-“ slap. “Keep your eyes on the mirror while I fuck you. Understand?” You nodded at his words. Your eyes were struggling to stay open, and your head felt heavy. “Words, doll.” He grabbed your jaws and brought his face closer to yours, making you look at him as he continued giving you harsh thrusts. Your body jerking forward at each. The hand on your clit pinching the sensitive nub “ngh- fuck! I u-understand…” a devilish smirk formed on his perfect face. He was fucking you into tomorrow. His long, thick dick abused your soft plush walls over and over again. Red angry tip bruising your cervix. Your cream coated his entire length, and your arousal ran down his balls and your thighs. “Gonna c-cum.. tae- gon’-“ His fingers worked on your clit quickly. Tugging, pinching, and drawing rough circles all to help you reach your high. “Cum all over me.. doll.” And with that, you gushed around his length. “Fuck!!” Spurts of your cum spilled from the sides of your abused hole. Taehyung continued fucking you through your orgasm. “Do you want my cum inside you- haaah… fuck doll squeezing me so good..!” He got cut off as you spasmed around him. You nod weakly at his words. Picking your head up to look at him through the mirror, He brought his face closer to your ears. “Say it. Say you want my cum in you.” He growled in your ears. Your eyes filled up with tears. “I wan’ it…” “Want what? I want to hear you say it.” You bite down on your lip as you feel his fingers draw rough circles on your overstimulated clit again. “ i wan’ -ngh- i want your cum.. Taehyung. i wan’ your cum in me… please.” Your voice was feeble. Taehyung groaned in satisfaction. “Goodgirl. I like it when you beg.” His hips quickly gained their pace and had you once again feeling full. You let out a choked out scream as you felt Taehyung fill you up. Taehyung moaned loudly as his balls drained all the cum into your plush walls. He dropped his head in between your neck and shoulders as he slowly came down from his high. Leaving soft, wet kisses on the spot.

He lifted his head up and looked at you before smiling. His hands caressed your red ass. He pulled out, and a stream of yours and his mixed arousal dripped down your thighs. “You're gonna stay with me forever.”

A/N: thank you for reading! I will be writing inboxes so make sure to send in :3 🎀

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On the one-sided harringrove post- I feel it becomes infinitely funnier with bi steve. He likes men, just not Billy. Never Billy.

Oh yeah. When Billy fiiiirst comes to school with his music blaring Steve is head over heels for Nancy, so he might register that the guy with the Camaro and loud music has a good ass, but then billy opens his mouth and Steve is like "oh, no ass can make up for that personality." And continues with his life.

Just. Okay I like to project just a liiiiittle on Steve with him just. Not realizing his attraction to men isn't a straight thing. Like. Of course all straight people feel that way, you just kinda ignore it or don't do anything about it. So Steve is half way between being comfortable in his sexuality and being closeted to himself because buddy used Hawkeye Pierce as the blueprint of straightness.

So Billy is out here, wallowing in self hatred and internalized homophobia, hating Steve and wanting Steve and hating that he wants Steve and wishing Steve would pay attention to him enough for a hate fuck he can cry about later, and it's all very angsty. All the while Steve is just actually completely fine with thinking a dude is hot he's just got standards that include "not racist" "doesn't try to beat up kids" "hasn't made me blackout from head trauma"

Wait. Oh no. I feel an au coming on. Shit. Au where post S2 Robin hears piano coming from the band room after hours and is her curious self going "I must see who is this mysterious genius" and it's Steve. They get to talking and hanging out and all of a sudden Robin thinks they are actually good friends. Best friends. Somehow.

Cue them going to a band party together. Someone spikes their drinks with waayyyy more than they were expecting so they are blasted. Robin has to go pee but does not want to go alone so she drags Steve into the bathroom with her and makes him face away. He's like haha Woah you really had to pee. And she goes shut upppp and washes her hands but sits across from him. Steve smiles at her and gives her his speech about how amazing she is and how glad he is to be her friend (it is like March '85 so he is still not ready to get back out into dating yet). Robin tells him about Tammy. They sing. Someone slams the door open and kicks them out of the bathroom because there's a fuckin line.

They lay on the grass outside and look at the sky. Steve like. Caaaaasually mentions once having thought he was gonna marry Tommy when he was six and then realizing you just didn't do anything about those feelings and Robin's gotta shoot up going WHAT!! WHAAAT? Because it sounded like Steve coming out to her? Right after?? She came out to him??

And Steve is like yeah. Like you don't really have to? Easier to ignore it and flirt with girls who I like or think are hot. And poor Robin's brain is melting she's like please Steve I'm really drunk are you telling me you sometimes want to kiss boys? And he's like yes, obviously, everyone does. Just like everyone also wants to sometimes kiss girls. Except lesbians I guess who only want to kiss girls? And gay guys only want to kiss guy? Yeah that makes sense and straight people don't care but go for the opposite ya know?

Robin is like NO!! And calms down some and says "okay I'm telling you this because you are my friend and you just told me almost the same thing. Steve. I like girls and only like girls. That not a straight thing"

"yeah. You've said."

"but I am ninety nine percent positive that just because you like girls doesn't mean you're straight because you also like boys."

"what"

"yeah dude, I do not think this is a heterosexual experience you're describing. I'm not an expert but. Yeah.

"oh. Huh."

"yep."

"I definitely thought it was."

"your brain is so weird I'm still kind of obsessed with you."

"haha. Honestly I'm kind of obsessed with you. This is wild."

"well. At least I know you're stuck with me."

"ohhh nooooo whatever will I do with my best friend always around..."

ANYWAYS THE ACTUAL POINT OF THIS is not in fact the stobin. It's actually that

Sometime probably in may, when Steve is ready to be on the dating scene again, he gets with Eddie. Robin is happy for him but also so mad because he went from "probably shouldn't act gay even tho everyone feels a little gay sometimes" to "hey Robin what would you say if I said I got a boyfriend?" In less than two months. How does he have straight AND gay game. That's not fair.

Steddie getting together is a non event. Eddie is still like ewww sports and yet somehow he made out with Steve Harrington and the next day Steve asked if he wanted to get milkshakes and throw rocks into the quarry to see the splashes. Eddie must restrain himself from thinking it's a date because he knows it's not but it'd also be the perfect date (Eddie is a simple man)

At the end of the night steve kissed his cheek and says "I had a really great time..."

Eddie just blurted "hey do you want to be my boyfriend?"

To which Steve perks up like "yes! I'd like that!"

And Eddie didn't actually think he'd get that far so he was like "neat!! See you tomorrow!" before slamming the door in Steve's face.

So they're dating and Eddie disparages sports but Steve is like haha aw you don't like watching me play? Which is sooo mean to Eddie because obviously?? He likes?? Watching his boyfriend??? Run around in tiny shorts and sometimes shirtless?? He has to reevaluate some things he supposes.

All while this is happening Billy is still on his Greatest Homoerotic Rivals shtick with Steve. Eddie notices and is like to dude...what is with Billy? And Steve just sighs. Says Billy is weird and obsessed with him and glares all the time. It's a whole thing. Billy is pissed because what is Steve, his epic rival, doing hanging around some random band geek, his sister's bitchass friends, and maybe the local dealer.

Alright. Grad happens. Yay Steve! Poor Eddie. They go to some party , hang out with people, sell some drugs, etc. Billy is unfortunately also at this party, and is like. Lazer eyes boring into Steve's back. Very annoying. At some point, he sees Steve slip away and is like this is my chance so he follows him.

Howmever he comes across Steve, his epic and totally heterosexual rival, making out with Eddie the freak Munson.

And listen this is a scary thing to be caught inna town like Hawkins, but that's not the point of this post.

So Billy goes "what the hell?"

They turn around. Billy is still spluttering.

"what are you-why would you-- with him?!" He says.

Steve raises his eyebrows, alllll cocky confidence. He smirks a bit. Drawls. "Well, yeah. I like cock, billy. Just not yours."

Because the point of this post is that Steve is a bitch.

Thank you.

#steve Harrington #eddie munson #platonic stobin #steddie #anti harringrove #lol anon you got me rambling.#stranger things #robin buckley #findaanswers #finda writes stuff #anonasaurus #anti billy hargrove #tagging for both i guess hoo boy #didnt think itd turn up in the billy tag because thats the eighth tag so i guess my bad!#it was for organization and tag blocks #billy Hargrove

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pix3lplays · 3 months

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Crying rn because @fire-lizard-ro proposed something GRAND to me and I had to get it written down-

Um I will probably do more driving hcs for the other characters purely because I can but there was a LOT of discussion about Aventurine and. I need to share it with you guys-

So yeah this is a mix of both of our ideas for him just a disclaimer these aren’t all MY thoughts lol-

Cw! Mentions of Aventurine lore so…spoilers? Bad driving lol please drive carefully, kinda silly lol just…word vomit-Impractical Aventurine being a bad date haha…racism against Aventurine-

-Aventurine driving headcanons-

It’s significantly funnier to consider all this happens on your first date so…it’s your first date with Aventurine-

We were debating what type of car he would have…I don’t know I was leaning towards tacky convertible, they were saying a lifted car-

Doesn’t really matter but the point is he shows up in…an interesting looking car. You can hear him coming because he BLASTS his music. REALLY REALLY loud. You can hear him COMING DOWN THE STREET-at first you think it’s just some annoying teenager but then you hear honking from outside your home because apparently it was impossible for him to just call you-

You dare to look. Sure enough there he is, grinning and waving at you-assuming you even open the door and dare to get in his car then the date can begin…Honestly we wouldn’t blame you if you just didn’t leave your house and just ditched him right then and there-

But yes let us assume you’re brave enough to step out of your home and get into his car-

If he does have a roofed car oh my gosh I can see those tacky neon lights on the roof of his car…oh Aventurine…but you’re trying to be optimistic…maybe this date will be fun?? He seemed like a really cool guy when you met him…but you’re…really getting the feeling that he’s a Bit of a show off-maybe those claims of him being a peacock weren’t that far off…

Apparently he wanted to take you on a nice, romantic drive. Sounded pretty fun, and the sights of Penacony really were something else at night…you could get behind the idea of him just driving you around.

You were kinda embarrassed to be seen in this car though. Look-as soon as you slide into the passenger seat you try to be friendly by saying, “hey!! How are you??” and he can’t hear you because his music is too Stinkin loud-

Finally he takes the hint and turns it down enough so that he can at least HEAR you but…yeah he clearly intended to go on this drive with the windows rolled down and his music blasting…

Oh…oh okay um…that’s fine you guess.

You’re trying very hard to be open minded about this date but…then he starts driving. Uh yeah he SPEEDS, that was a fun little surprise-and not just…ten over…we’re talking like fifty, sixty over…maybe more-

You’re terrified??? Gripping the grab handle for DEAR life because Roro was telling me this man knows how to DRIFT-

Not WELL but he can do it-

And he’s ABSOLUTELY a show off, he thinks you’re going to LOVE it-

You’re genuinely so shocked he’s ACTUALLY driving like this that you don’t even know what to say so he just takes that as yep they’re into it, I’m going to keep this up.

It takes a SHOCKINGLY long time before the two of you are pulled over by an officer.

He looks at you with this smug face and he’s all, “don’t worry babe, I’ve got this.” And you’re so shook from all his wild driving that you’re just kinda like…”um yeah okay…” you’re just glad that it’s over for now-

But he’s Sigonian. Which means he IMMEDIATELY looks suspicious and untrustworthy. After all that confidence now suddenly you’re standing outside of his tacky car watching while Aventurine does the walk and turn test. (Also Roro entertained me with the idea of him just. Tripping. That would be so funny oh my gosh-).

But yes Aventurine is definitely charming-he does eventually talk his way out of a ticket and soon the…pleasant drive continues. And by that I mean you finally turn off his music and tell him to take you home.

To his credit…he does listen to you and take you home.

As SOON as you’re out of the car he’s doing donuts right outside your house, and you’re just watching him hoping he doesn’t wake up the neighbors while debating if you should just go inside and pretend you don’t know him-

He’s already planning the second date…maybe you will actually go on it as long as it doesn’t involve you getting into his car again.

And at least you have…a story for your friends about your date with THE Aventurine.

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #Aventurine #Aventurine x reader #Hsr Aventurine x reader #honkai star rail Aventurine x reader

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heartshapeboxesblog · 1 year

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⭐𝚆𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚡 𝙶𝙽!𝙷𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗!𝙲𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍!𝙽𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚋𝚘𝚛 (Platonic)⭐

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚌. 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝙳𝙾 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍! There will be mentions of baby talk and teasing.

𝚈𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚌. (𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝚒𝚏 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝)

Wally and Frank belong to partycoffin along with the entirely of welcome home.

𝙽𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚋𝚘𝚛(𝚢𝚘𝚞)𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚆𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎

𝙽𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝

It was a perfectly normal day. It was sunny and warm and all of the neighborhood was busy doing their own things. It was quite but not that quite. And you decided that today you would spend time with your favorite puppet, WALLY! He was always so fun to hang out with! And today was so perfect! It would be the obvious choice to spend time with him. . .Oh how wrong you were.

Right. Back to the present.

You were in Wally's home just chatting. Talking about random things that came to mind. Everything was going smoothly. . . until-

"And as I was saying he- oh! Neighbor! You've got something on your shirt!" "Huh? Oh it's okay! Really it doesn't-" "No No Neighbor. I insist that I wipe it off." Before you could protest any further his hand wiped a bit of dust. . . off your side . . . That caused you to flinch and jump a little and also let out a small squeak sound.

"Neighbor, what was that? Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" He asked with genuine concern in his voice. It truly made you feel kind of bad. If only it wasn't so darn embarrassing to say! "Yes!- yes! I'm okay! It's just that it- uh- it tickled a little. " he tilted his head a little in confusion. " 'Tic . . . kled'? What's that? Is it a human thing?" "Well it-" "Oh, I think Frank told me about it! They said it makes people laugh, right? Well, puppets aren't really 'ticklish', BUT, I did hear humans were~" you definitely did not like that tone in his voice. You quickly got up to leave, but Wally had other ideas and held (not too tight) on your arm. "Oh Neighbor~ you surely wouldn't mind if I tickled you right?" "Wally wait!-" "Come on Neighbor! I just want to learn something about you~" and with that Wally (gently) pushed you back on the couch, facing him, tickling your sides.

"WAIT! WAIT! WALLY WAIT- AHAHAHAH!" "Oh my! Neighbor, I never knew this would be so exhilarating! And you're laughing so much so this must be fun for you!" You couldn't tell if he was teasing you or not. It was so hard to tell because of how calm his voice sounded. "MAHAYBE IT'S FUHAHN FOHOR YOUOUH! IT'S NAHAT FAHAHIR!" "And how is that exactly? Your face says it all Neighbor ~ ha ha , I can tell you're having a blast." "IM NOHOHOT!" after a minute Wally was getting quite bored and decided he would start to tickle-sorry- "study" your armpits.

"Hm. I wonder. Can humans be ticklish in other places? Well, it wouldn't hurt to try! would it Neighbor?~" "NOHOHO!" "No? Well then if you're okay with it." "THAT ISN'T WHAT I - MEAHAHANT! NO NO NO! STOHOP!" You jumped at the oh so sudden change of spots. "Wow! Haha, are all humans this jumpy when they get tickled?" You really couldn't keep your arms up even if you tried. Making a short stop to Wally's "vicious" attack. "Oh dear. Neighbor, it appears you have trapped my hands. Guess that means you'll have to raise your arms to free them~" you breathe for a few seconds to replenish your lungs then give him an answer. "Nohoh! If I raise my arms you'll just tickle me again!" "Now Neighbor! I would never do that! I'm honestly quite offended you would think such a thing!" HE WAS LYING RIGHT THOUGH HIS WORDS! After he said that you gave him an answer that the second you said it you instantly wanted to take it back. "You lair! If I raise my arms you'll just keep tickling me!" He let out a very dramatic gasp and put a hand over where his heart would be as if to show he was very "offended" by what you just said. "What!? Why!- Me the ever so honest and truthful Wally Darling a liar!? How very rude you Neighbor! And to say we're such good friends to!? I just wanted to learn about you! But clearly you deserve so type of punishment for that. Looks like I'm going to have to teach my littlest Neighbor some manners." There was a pool of dread inside your stomach. Just what was he gonna do with you!? You were pretty scared judging from the tone in his voice on that second to last sentence. You train of thoughts was ruined as he grabbed one of you legs and face your stomach on lap. You shut your eyes closed excepting something to happen to you. . . but it never came . You opened one of your eyes slightly, that when Wally chose to dig all 8 of his fingers into your stomach making you squeal loudly in shock. "Tickle tickle little Neighbor. I wonder what the whole Neighborhood would think if they found out about such a adorable little weakness you have?" Your eyes widened when he said that. Would he really tell everyone about this? No no of course not he would never do that! . . . Right? "NOHOHO DON'T!" "Now now Neighbor. It's impossible to make out what you are saying over allll of your giggling. It was such a discovery to find out such light and simple touches could make you humans laugh so darn much." "NOHOHO PLEASE STOHOP! I LEARNED MY LESSON I SWEAHAR!" Your pleads fell on deaf ears unfortunately. "You want to know what the best part about this is Neighbor? You can never get me back! How lucky is it that I happen to not be ticklish anywhere? That means I could tickle you again and again and again and again and again and you could never be able to do the same because puppets aren't ticklish like humans. Isn't that fun, Neighbor ~?" "NOHOHO WALLY I TAKE IT BACK I SWEAHAR!" He softly sighed and said "Ha ha. okay okay , I suppose you've learned your lesson Neighbor. But just so we are clear . . . " he leaned down close to your ear and whispered "I won't hesitate to do that again. I find it absolutely adorable that you can have such reactions over that and I won't hesitate to tell the whole~ neighborhood about this cute little quirk you have [Reader]~ Are we on the same page?" You quickly replied," NO! No! I get your point really!" "Well, if you say so. Run along now little Neighbor it's getting late, and you have a big day ahead of you tomorrow. After all, I'm sure everyone will be curious about such a adorable little "gift" you humans have~."

Oh dear. I don't think he'll ever let you live this down.

#wally darling x reader #wally darling x you #welcome home tickles #welcome home x reader #welcome home wally x reader #ler!wally #lee!reader #platonic relationships

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chweverni · 2 months

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Hiii would like to request a fic from your promt list with the combination 544 (leehan+bestfriends to lovers+“I knew it would be you from the start“)

Don’t stress to do it,thank you pookie!!<333

LOVE YOU LIKE A FOOL

pairing; leehan x fem! reader synopsis; first breakups are hard, but do you know what's harder? admitting that maybe it was always him after all. wc; 1k+ warnings; domestic leehan, break ups (angst involved), fluff at the end, comfort fic :) lmk if i missed sth author's note; hello! thank you for requesting <3 i hope this was satisfactory:) i like writing for leehan js because hes just a book boyfriend HAHA

- its your first break up. and yes, maybe two months have passed since it happened. but firsts are always the ones that hurt the most, because you feel the emotion for the first time, and its almost stranger-like, amplified to make you feel worse, as if you're the problem.

you're currently stuck in your bedroom, music blasting from the speaker on your bedside table, as guilt took over you. why'd i even bring it up again? you wanted to cry but you knew you shouldn't. because the guy you dated, was a jerk.

"she's like a backup plan, if yijin doesn't work out, it's definitely gonna be y/n. she's simple to persuade, and you know what they say about first loves .."

"he's a jerk. and you're okay. you're hot, you're sexy! you got this y/n! don't cry!", you repeated like a mantra, mostly because you hated how bad it felt afterwards. the way your eyelids would get all sticky, and the way your face would puff up, you hated all of it. you hated him.

at times like these, you'd look up at only one person, leehan, who made you feel like a princess, every moment you spent with him. but he wasn't yours. you two were best friends since time immemorial and he understood you inside out. he knew your deepest darkest secret; how you got your first period to how you ended up with your first boyfriend. he helped you get over your break up, but those words still pierced you bad sometimes. it felt like a stab to your heart, honestly.

just when you were contemplating on your messed up love life, your phone started ringing.

it was leehan. it was almost like you two were telepathically connected because he always seemed to call you at times when you're feeling the most— be it happy, or sad.

"hey y/n. i called because something didn't feel right, are you okay?", you could hear leehan's concern in the way he talked, and were kind of surprised at his instincts. but you replied, none the less.

"hey hannie, i'm doing great! it's just that i caught a cold, nothing less or more.", you replied, your blocked nose being evidence that you were going through something.

"do you want me to come over? i'll look after, i'm free today..", he asked, and gosh, you could almost see the way his lips would form a pout, giving a look of concern, as he inquired.

how could one say no to such an offer? you agreed in a heartbeat and got up to fresh up and make your home presentable before leehan arrived.

"i made you soup, it's gonna help immensely with your throat, y/n-ie.", leehan smiled, as he placed the soup on the table, carefully putting out the bowl and soup spoons. he rubbed his hands with a towel, removing his apron, as he sat down in front of you.

you hummed and smiled in gratitude, as you poured yourself some.

"you know you didn't have to do this, i know how time consuming it can be..", you trailed off, digging right in the soup.

but leehan simply smiled again, his eyes forming the same crescent moons which released a million butterflies in your stomach, even though you didn't know why.

"you're special to me, and friends always look out for each other. it's like an unspoken rule!"

in the evening, both of you decided to just watch a film, because a day of leisure, is nothing without movies. however, the movie just had to be about a girl's first love and break up. and you know what it did? it brought your big girl emotions, and in less than an hour into the movie, your eyes welled up with tears. when people say they resonate with characters in particular films, maybe this is what they meant.

leehan was petrified, because, you began crying out of the blue. the same time as the female lead. but he wasn't dumb, so he instantly wrapped his arms around your shoulders, pulling you close.

"he didn't deserve you. you know that right?"

"or maybe i just wasn't enough.", you said, your voice laced with blatant guilt.

leehan sighed, his look softening, as he turned your body towards him. he couldn't hold it in anymore. the thing about leehan was that, he was patient about everything—even his liking for you. when you got with your boyfriend last summer, he hurt a lot. but as long as you were happy, he was okay with it. but after what he did to you, he regretted not telling you sooner; how much he wanted to be the one to take you out on dates, tell you how much you meant to him, how much he loved you.

"everything about you is perfect, he just didn't understand that. you can ask me about you, and i could list endless reasons for which i love you."

all that escaped his lips felt like a storm to you. but the storm felt comforting for some reason. you were confused, but why did it make your stomach feel fuzzy again?

you stared at him, like he broke you with what he said.

"do you really mean it?"

"i mean every word of it, y/n. it hurt like a bitch when you got together with him, when he didn't treat you right."

"i love you like a fool. i've been waiting for so long to tell you this, i was patient, but seeing you cry like this, hurts me."

due to your lack of response, leehan turned his head aside, preparing to leave, but you pulled him closer, faces inches apart, as you said,

"i knew it would be you from the start. i love you too, hannie."

you closed the gap, as he returned the kiss in a heartbeat. you could feel the weight from your shoulders escape, as he cupped your cheek, to deepen the kiss.

he whispered sweet nothings in the meantime, caressing your cheeks, as you ran your fingers through his hair.

maybe those butterflies were signs that he would be the one.

(bonus)

"when you said you had endless reasons for liking me; is it enough to write a book?"

you asked, fiddling with his fingers, as both of you cuddled up on the bed, with leehan wrapping his arms round your waist.

leehan chuckled, replying, "do you want me to, love?"

"i'd rather listen to you talk, i never liked reading novels anyway."

you said, placing a soft kiss on his fingers.

end! thanks for reading, visit my profile or access my masterlist here!

all creds to chweverni only on tumblr <3

#boynextdoor x reader #boynextdoor imagines #boynextdoor #leehan x reader #leehan fluff #leehan imagines #bnd fluff #bnd imagines #leehan bnd #leehan boynextdoor #bnd prompt game

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seangelfish · 9 months

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would it be possible to request buster bros and what they would be like with a younger sister reader !! im not sure if this breaks any of the rules with like multiple characters im sorry 😭

Yes!! I love Buster Bros sooo much so I’m really excited to receive this request! And don’t worry, you haven’t broken any of the rules. I do allow multiple characters in headcanon/platonic fics, hehe! I hope you enjoy reading!!

Buster Bros w/ a younger sister

Featured characters: Ichiro Yamada, Jiro Yamada and Saburo Yamada (separate)

Genres/types: Headcanons

Word count: 2,006

A/N: For this, I decided to write the younger sister reader as a year or two younger than Saburo (age 12/13). I prefer the older sister trope when it comes to the baby bros, but this is actually a really cute fic request and I had a blast writing it!

Saburo's section was the hardest to write for, I'm not sure how it's longer than Ichiro's and Jiro's lmao I wrote this really quickly because I love them so so much, and I was honestly waiting for someone to request these three haha

ICHIRO YAMADA

- He doesn’t like picking favourites out of all his siblings, but Jiro and Saburo knows for sure that you’re his favourite.

- Is very kind towards you — of course he is kind to his brothers too — but even if you make a big mistake, he’ll just laugh at you, ruffle your hair, and tell you not to do it again. However, just because he's like this to you, doesn't mean he won't be stern. You need to learn that things have its consequences!

- You’re his cute little sister! All he wants to do is spoil you. Whenever he’s out and about in the streets of Ikebukuro, and something cute catches his eye, he’ll buy it for you. You’re always appreciative of it. Unfortunately, he won’t buy you snacks even when you beg for it.

“Nope, no snacks for you, (Y/N). It’ll ruin your teeth.”

“But onii-chan!”

“No means no.”

- Is very overprotective since he’s well known for his past delinquency and now for his role as leader for the Buster Bros. He’ll usually say no when you want to hang out with your friends from school. You understand why he’s doing this, but it’s still going to be annoying.

“Why can’t I just live a normal life?!” you cry one day.

Ichiro tenses up at this. “H-Hey, I’m trying my best, (Y/N)… Why don’t we do this? You can hang out with your friends this weekend if you let one of us keep an eye out for you?”

You take a while to answer.

“Okay… as long as you don’t make yourself seen by my friends.”

“Haha, deal.”

- Despite that, you’re able to hang out with all your brothers together whether it’s just to eat outside for lunch! Ichiro let’s you ride on his shoulders or hold hands with you. Even when you’re just 6/7 years younger than him, he still thinks of you as a baby.

- If you want a bite of his lunch, he'll easily give you some.

- Reads you a story when it's time to go to bed because he's been doing it since you were a toddler. He treasures this time so much because he knows that once you grow up, you won't want him to read you a bedtime story anymore.

- Sometimes you'll ask him to tell you a story of what he does with your brothers as the Buster Bros. He won't give you too many details, so you never know the full story of his adventures. Won't tell you much about his delinquent days. In fact, he may never mention it at all.

- Gives you a little goodnight kiss once you fall asleep, but will also kiss your forehead when you're about to drift to sleep.

- Is the first person to introduce you to his favourite animes and manga. You'd watch it together sometimes although your tastes may differ. If you like shonen, well good for both of you. If you like shojou, Ichiro will still watch it with you, and may even develop his tastes for it.

- Whilst watching anime together, you would rest your head on his lap. He'll stroke your hair like a cat.

- When you catch him taking a nap, you'd get on top of him like a blanket to take a nap on him. You're only doing this for the giggles because once he wakes up due to the heavy weight on his back, he gets super confused.

- Probably the brother that you hug the most out of. He's big and gives you the best hugs. Would lift you up in the air when the occasion is right.

- Your big brother that you respect. The first person you would go to whenever you need help. You find him to be the most reliable (which isn't surprising).

JIRO YAMADA

- You title him the more fun brother. Despite getting into arguments with Saburo all the time, he’s very sweet towards you. Why wouldn’t he be though? Look at you! You’re his cute little sister!

- However, if you were to make a mistake, he will get a bit angry with you, but not to a point where he’ll make you cry. He's just stern with you. Would probably pinch your cheeks and pull on them, laughing at how funny your face would look.

- Probably the brother that makes fun of you (but only as a joke)!

- Wants to spoil you too. Is willing to buy you your favourite snacks! Whenever he goes to hang out with his friends and he's at a shop, he texts you what snacks you want.

"Just don't tell nii-chan, alright?" he whispers with his index finger to his lips.

"Mmm!!" you agree happily.

- Is probably the brother that keeps an eye on you when you hang out with your friends from school. Weirdly enough, he's quite good at making himself not be seen by your friends AND you. It really feels like you're not even being followed by him. He also has friends that are willing to watch out for you too.

- He isn't really reliable when you need help on your homework though. Everyone in the family knows that Jiro isn't really smart when it comes to academics. You don't really mind it though because you still respect him nonetheless. You know he's trying, and you could actually relate to him in a way. He appreciates how understanding you are.

- So he's the only brother you would trust with when your grades aren't as good as you hoped they'd be. Sometimes you're just too scared to confront Ichiro about it, so Jiro would be your first option when you need to tell him about your failures. He would cheer you up and tell you that you can do better next time, encouraging you to tell Ichiro when you're ready.

"Jiro nii-chan, I didn't do well on my science test..." you whimper. "Onii-chan is going to be mad at me..."

"It's okay, (Y/N). It was probably just a bad day. You'll do well next time, so don't be sad! Do you want me to be there for you when you tell nii-chan?"

"Yes, please..."

- Likes to give you piggybacks, and is also willing to hold your hand too — only if you want to though, he doesn't usually initiate it.

- Unlike Ichiro, if you want a bite of his lunch, he'll refuse (only jokingly though). He ends up giving you a bit if you really wanted it.

- Likes to make you laugh by either telling you stupid jokes, making fun of Saburo, or just tickling you.

- Sometimes you hang out with him to play soccer. He really enjoys the sport, and you were always curious as to why. You may grow to like it too or maybe it's because you're just spending time with your big brother.

- Along with Saburo, he is the brother who picks you up from school. Ichiro is sometimes busy to do so. If he comes along with Saburo, you would link arms with both of them, you being in the middle.

- When Ichiro can't read you a bedtime story, Jiro tells you stories of what he has done instead, or the stories he hears from his friends. They are always so interesting.

- Usually gives you side hugs more than actual hugs. Ruffles your hair a lot. Gives you forehead kisses, but is pretty rare.

- Your big brother that you respect. He may not be reliable when it comes to school work, but you trust him with everything else.

SABURO YAMADA

- Since you're only a year or two younger than him, your relationship with Saburo is kind of... 50/50? A best friend kind of relationship more than an older brother one.

- The brother you actually get into mild arguments with, but since it's you, he'll actually apologise first. He won't ever apologise to Jiro, but you're his only sister, so he'll suck it up and try to fix things with you.

- Therefore, if you were to make mistake, he WILL be mad at you.

- Makes fun of you more than Jiro does. Of course, he's just joking though. He's not as harsh to you as he is with Jiro. All three brothers love you too much.

- If you ever start crying because of him, he'll immediately backtrack. Will start comforting you, rocking you like a baby although this is something anyone would rarely see him do. If he doesn't do this (which is rare), you'll threaten him with the 'I'm telling onii-chan' phrase.

- Will eat the snacks with you that Jiro had bought.

"But Jiro nii-chan bought me those!"

"Yeah? Let's go tell him to buy some more then."

"Saburo nii-chan!!!"

- Won't spoil you, but will do whatever you ask of him if it's reasonable.

- You title him the smart, but kind-of-mean brother. Probably scolds you the most out of all your brothers.

"(Y/N), what did I tell you?! It's your turn to wash the dishes today!”

"I'm sorry, Saburo nii-chan! I forgot!"

- Will help you on your homework even if you don't ask him for it. He's very reliable, so if you did need help, you'll always ask him for it. Surprisingly, he's happy to help you, and you bond with him every time you study together.

- You admire how smart he is, and you're always complimenting him on his high grades (and his hacking skills). This makes him realise how much he wants to keep getting better for you, so you could look up to him more than Jiro. After all, Saburo's the smart one, and your role model should be smart too.

He giggles to himself as he is finally given his test papers back to him, knowing he has full marks yet again. "I've got to show this to Ichi-nii and (Y/N)! They'll be so proud."

- Saburo doesn't have that many friends, so he's always appreciative of you that you'll accompany him around town to do errands or something mundane like that.

"Saburo nii-chan, let's go to the arcade today!"

"Eh, alright. Is there something you want to win?"

"Yes, that plushie over there!"

"Alright, here goes...!"

He actually ends up getting the plushie you want to your surprise.

- Cares a lot about you. Is always happy to see you come out of school as he picks you up. Asks about your day, and is always listening to you on whatever you have to say.

- If you want a piece of his lunch, he’ll immediately say no though. He’ll just buy you your own lunch.

- Is probably the brother that doesn't hug you as much or show too much affection. However, if you're deeply upset about something, he'll hug you without hesitation. And if he's extremely worried about you, and hasn't seen you all day, he will run up to you for a tight hug, then flick your head hard.

- Yet he won't say no if you want a piggyback from him. So most of the affection comes from your side.

- When it's time to go to bed, he acts like the annoying brother. He opens the door to your room, stare at you for a bit before leaving the door open.

"Saburo nii-chan! Close the door!"

"Nah."

- He's just joking though, so he ends up coming back to close it. He'll say goodnight to you and you'll say it back.

- Even when the two of you are close in age, you still call him 'nii-chan'. He finds it cute, and he hopes you won't stop calling him your big brother.

- Your big brother that you admire and respect despite his annoyingness. You can trust him with a lot of things and you appreciate how he is always willing to help you out.

Ultimately, you love your three older brothers very much, and you can never live without them.

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#hypmic #hypnosis mic #hypmic x reader #hypnosis mic x reader #ichiro x reader #ichiro yamada x reader #jiro x reader #jiro yamada x reader #saburo x reader #saburo yamada x reader #buster bros #buster bros x reader #platonic fic #fanfic #hypmic fanfic #hypnosis mic fanfic

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habizuh-studios · 3 months

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me gushing about tgcf for... idek-

Haha, don't ask why i'm making this post when I'm basically dead, BUT- TGCF is honestly was got me into the danmei fandom. Two of my friends were gushing about it so in order to not feel left out i watched the donghua and it was the BEST DECISION OF MY LIFE not only because the donghua was actually so beautifully animated and the story was so captivating, but also because i watched it in dub and got to see howard wang. Which was great, obviously. unfortunately, i spoiled a LOT. And i mean A LOT of stuff after finishing season 1. I spoiled the ghost city arc, the 800 year wait, and some of Xie Lian's trauma before even starting season 2. And i didn't even have to wait that long for it- some people were waiting over 2 years!! which is crazy to me. The character designs are so intricate and beautiful in all mediums, including the audio drama (which is actually my favorite art out of all of 'em), which HOW?!??!?!? ITS AN AUDIO DRAMA?!?!??! i ended up buying all the books, despite spoiling myself a TON. And i don't regret it at all- i even convinced myself (not really myself, but my dead bank account) to buy the special edition of TGCF!! The official art is gorgeous, the pop-up is gorgeous, the books\ mark is gorgeous, and- despite all the spoilers, after i got used to the writing style it was honestly A BLAST. I finished all the books in less than 2 weeks. I stayed up late reading them- and my favorite part was finishing a book so i could jump to the next one. And my greatest surprise was i didn't even spoil ALL of it to myself! The instigator of the war between xianle and yong'an (if ykyk, hint: family) was such a surprise to me i had to put the book down for a good second before reading it again! xie lians occasional sassiness was honestly really in character, but still a surprise. I have seen some who didnt like tgcf because of the character arcs and hualian- which is fine, but as long as you have the right expectations going into the book, you will not be disappointed. Xie Lian is honestly my favorite. Sue me for being basic, but i love him. Even before knowing all the trauma, i loved him. (Followed closely are Ruoye and Feng Xin, so i guess you can guess my type which i immediately attach to, haha) anyway, in case you weren't looking for my life story, then here: watch the donghua of tgcf, then read all the books, no spoilers. Trust me. Spoilers ruined some of the emotional moments for me yet i still felt empathy for all the characters, which is kind of hard to do. (it hurts, dream on, there is no banquet that does not come to an end). then consume the fan content. Literally all of it. We are the most blessed fandom in history. You may look up some things to expect for tgcf, because i believe the theme is actually quite different from mxtx's other works! I still love wwx tho ;) ----- PS: I also love the parallels. I'll talk about one since this post is so long already, but here- I absolutely love the quotes. A lot of times, popular quotes are remembered when Hua Cheng is saying them, but when you read the books, you realize he's just parroting what xie lian has said... im biased and this isnt for everyone, and obviously his tone and context are wayy different + he has great quotes on his own- but I think it shows his love for him. or maybe i just love Xie Lian, haha.

#tgcf #mxtx tgcf #xie lian #tian guan ci fu #no spoilers #i think #i needed to gush about tgcf so here we are #my rambles are great i swear #defintely something worth reading here #english is not my first language so uhhh pls dont attack me #did i mention i love tgcf?#read the fanfics.#you will not be dissapointed #parallels #ruoye is the best ribbon #yes he is #yes he is!! who is a good ribbon??#you are #ruoye!!

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hotcat37 · 8 months

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thoughts on the music video!!

-the opening is fucking AMAZING I'm obsessed with feral CCC! Käärijä stuck in his box. Burying the bolero would've been such a cool visual but I appreciate the lightning striking him too :)

-the bald trio <33 I appreciate them sm I'm happy they got a role!! The fact that they came to save Jere from his box :")💕

-Jere looked so happy coming out of the box, his excited dancing while the trio circle around him on their mopeds is cute as fuck💖💖

-I LOVE TOMMY'S VOICE DURING HIS PART IT SOUNDS SO NICE idk I just really like his voice it scratches my brain pleasantly

-I have to admit though i wish there was more to his part in the mv 😅 I LOVE slasher Tommy but it kinda ends as soon as it begins? He chases two women and fucks around and then it already cuts to him meeting Käärijä, I feel like we could've gotten more diverse shots for him

-the detail of Tommy's nosebleed when he smells that Käärijä is nearby is amazing tho

-the shot of Jere and Tommy walking towards each other in the woods really stuck with me I just LOVEEE that particular part

-the electricity when they touch hands>>

-this music video is the unholy Bible of Käsh

-I do feel like we got WAY too many teasers because honestly there were only a few shots in the music video that we didn't already see in teasers 🧍‍♀️ Like we were being fed but I think maybe next time they shouldn't spoil as much stuff like a week beforehand haha I think the shower teasers were already plenty

-Tommy keeping a hold on Jere while they're on the back of the car AAAAH so sweet their dynamic is just great

-"hey Käärijä you wanna party with me? ;)" "huh??👺" PLSS I LOVED THAT LMAO BRO MAKING CRACKS AT HIS OWN ENGLISH

-I kinda wish the music video had a bit more plot I was somewhat expecting a coherent storyline haha but I can still appreciate it for what it is

-the ending sequence is cool as hell and them both going Paidaton Riehuja😳😳

-Jukka, Allu and Jaakko my beloveds ❤

-I LOVED HÄÄRIJÄ AT THE END WHAT A GUY so I guess Jere's past self isn't quite buried yet since he simply got out of the grave lol

Overall I really enjoyed it, the visuals are very beautiful :D I was hoping for something more explicit and horror esque but the way you can obviously see that everyone had an absolute blast making this makes up for it <33

#Käärijä #Tommy Cash #Icip #it's crazy it's party #Such a fun music video :3 #I'm so happy Jere got to do his own thing and had fun #The box scene will haunt me for months to come though

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aerodaltonimperial · 5 months

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✨Fic Writing Review 2023✨

Tagged by @rosabellebelieve and oh girl. Ain't nobody ready for these stats LOL. Uh oh. Also, I've removed all collab fics for purposes of this, as it doesn't really seem fair since I only wrote, like, half of them lmao.

Words and Fics

268,626 words in 2023 (mother of god)

52 fics on AO3 (dear christ)

I'm not even counting Tumblr ficlets, oh god, don't make me

Top 5 Pairings

💚🖤Jack/Darby (24) (NUMBER ONE???? how tho)

🧡🖤Hook/Danhausen (23)

💚🧡Jack/Hook (5)

🔮🍑Julia/Anna (4)

🧡🎤Max Caster/Hook (3) & 🧡🍊Orange/Hook (3) (HAHAHAHAHA)

Top 5 by kudos

i found love where it wasn't supposed to be (right in front of me) [Hookhausen]

man of lesser words [Hookhausen]

don't need a cure for love [Orange/Hook]

baby please (would you read my eulogy) [JungleCorpse]

you're the realest thing i've never had to fake [Hookhausen]

Top 5 by hits

baby please (would you read my eulogy) [JungleCorpse]

i found love where it wasn't supposed to be (right in front of me) [Hookhausen]

now you know how i feel [Hookhausen]

Weekend in Fresno: or, a Hook choose your own dating adventure [Hook/everyone]

threat level: euclid [HH, JC, SP]

Fandom Events in 2023

I made it to a wrestling show! Since they never go near me and my life is what it is, I really can't manage more than one a year, and I've got to be lucky to get that to work, but this was a big deal and I'm so happy that I could make it happen!

ALSO I MADE UP A FUCKING PAIRING AND GOT IT TO THE #1 FOR BOTH PARTIES INVOLVED you know what this counts as an event LMAOOOOO i'm thinking no one should actually have this power

Upcoming Projects

If I ever stop bemoaning my perceived lack of skill, I've got 2/3 of a fic that Vamp prompted dialogue for, largely me writing something fluffy and saccharine because she was trying to write smut and we were both trying to write out of our wheelhouses lol

Writing reflection

Well! 2023 was quite a year, honestly. I was going to be like OH HOLY SHIT about my word count but when I took our collabs, it dropped so fast, so that's good, I guess (???). I'm still so happy I discovered wrestling, because it's been easily 12 years since I had this amount of creativity for a single fandom. And this year I really stretched out and started writing new stuff within the wrestling fandom! That's exciting (depending what you followed me for, I suppose LOL).

But more than anything else, this year I looked at what I wanted to write and said, FUCK IT, I'M WRITING IT. And I started dropping horror shit I fully expected that no one would read, because I didn't think people came to fandom for spooky stuff??? And lo and behold, y'all really showed up for those fics! I'm forever grateful you saw me writing absolutely batshit horror and were like yes, Katy, we will also read this creepfest. So much love.

I also tried to write more smut, which I am not particularly adept at, and also some darker themes. I do try to write lighthearted things, haha, but my own mental state has been not stellar, and I think that tends to come out in my fics. And I started writing femslash, which this fandom needs so much more of! So. All in all, a real banger year for me in fandom. I'm pretty proud of a LOT of the fics I wrote this year.

And, obviously, 2023 would not be complete with me mentioning that Vamp and I produced an epic shit ton of words together, and MORE IMPORTANTLY had an absolute blast in doing so. What a whirlwind writing together has been!!! I think we've really gotten to this point of just great flow, and I'm super proud of how we work so well like we do. We DO HAVE SOMETHING ELSE COMING but we've been "planning" it since August and haven't written it yet, so HAHAHA. Anyway. Expect that in 2025, or something. ;)

Rules: Feel free to show whatever stats you have. Only want to show Ao3 stats? Rock on. Want to include some quantitative info instead of stats? Please do this. Want to change how yours is presented? Absolutely do that. Would rather eat glass than do this? Please do eat glass, I’ve heard it’s good for your gums.

Tagging: @whysamwhy123 @meeplanguage @fille-lioncelle and anyone else who wants to take a stab at this!

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johaerys-writes · 30 days

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Would Patroclus and Achilles in any of your modern AUs be willing to take a sex tape of themselves? And if they are/are not, why?

Ajshssgs okay first of all: anon your MIND 😩🔥 Thank you for blessing me with this ask, I had a really great time thinking of my answer for it 🫶

I honestly think that sex tapes + patrochilles go well in every universe that has recording technology LOL because like... Achilles is a shameless exhibitionist who has no shame when it comes to these things, Patroclus is much shier but if Achilles asked it of him I think he would do it ahah. I can totally see Disasters!Patrochilles experimenting with filming themselves a few years down the line, and I'm sure they'd both get a kick out of it. But I'm really not sure they'd ever share it online or anything like that. Achilles wouldn't care if anyone saw them, but Patroclus is much more private when it comes to his sexuality and his kinks. So yes for filming the tape, but probably a no on whether they’d ever share it.

I recently wrote a one shot with my pal @baejax-the-great which is a patrochilles threesome with Menelaus and is set in the universe of her fic Sweet Victory, which in turn is loosely inspired by Disasters. I feel like Achilles and Pat are much bigger sluts in this so they would totally both film the sextape AND share it LMAO (even if it was just to tease Menelaus while he's away 😌)

Also also I have another modern AU in mind (so many AUs 😩) that I've talked about before here, I totally intend to write it eventually I just need to iron out some details first haha so bear with me. So in this AU Patroclus and Achilles are estranged childhood friends that end up working together in the same firm, with Achilles as Pat's senior manager. Achilles is a BEAST when it comes to business, like completely ruthless, and Pat is at once scared of him and horny for him and has had a crush on him since forever, and things get even worse when he finds out completely by accident that Achilles has an OF account on the side and an IG where he's constantly posting thirst trap pictures of himself LMAO. A lot of messiness ensues 😏

So anyway, in this AU that I'm definitely totally writing Achilles would absolutely film a sextape with Pat and post it on his OF and Pat would be too whipped to ever say no lmaoooo

Thank you once again for sending this ask!! I had a blast answering it 💙💙

#patrochilles #patroclus #achilles #so many aus so little time aaaahhh #i promise all those aus you see me talking about here I do intend to write them lol

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thewhitefluffyhat · 1 year

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Ianthe’s Makeover Through a Femme!Harrow Lens

“This seems like a good week to post about how I relate to Harrow as a fellow androgynous-femme,” I say, taking cover behind an industrial strength blast shield. (Joking, joking.)

But in all seriousness, this post has been in my drafts for a while. I’d seen the makeover scene in HtN described as “confusing” when it comes to Harrow’s gender, and I honestly thought it was too on first read.

So I wanted to take a closer look!

Spoilers: I don’t think it’s as simple as Harrow being uncomfortable with wearing dresses in the abstract.

Rather, the main aspect that stood out to me as making Harrow curl up like a shivering wet cat is the loss of control and the sexual haze permeating the whole affair. And I really do want to underline the latter aspect, because even before Dios apate Minor enters the picture, Ianthe herself repeatedly frames what she’s doing in terms of making Harrow more sexually desirable. More fuckable, if you will:

"God, what's this? That's a bit risqué-" You grew desperate. "Let me pick." Harrow the Ninth, p264

"Not even one of the Emperor's fists and gestures could give Harrowhark Nonagesimus a sexy makeover. Sometimes I think you look like a twig's funeral. In the right light, though-" Harrow the Ninth, p264

"You look just good enough that I'm proud of my handiwork, but not so good that I'll be consumed with lust and ravish you over the nut bowl," she said. "I walked a fine line, and I walked it admirably." Harrow the Ninth, p266

But Ianthe also emphasizes: not too fuckable, Harrow shouldn’t misunderstand and become confident in her body, because Harrow is such a pitiful charity case that the only beauty she can ever hope to attain will be scraps distributed at Ianthe’s mercy. She’s… she’s literally doing the High School Mean Girl schtick of “I’ll help you look pretty as a favor, but don’t you dare challenge my place in the pretty pecking order.”

Which, to be honest, probably says a lot more more about Ianthe and Coronabeth and their issues than anything about Harrow! Like, tell me more, Ianthe, how do you feel about constantly being described as the lesser twin to your face? I’m sure that’s never hurt you and you’re not projecting here at all, haha.

But regardless of its effectiveness, to me this strategy reads as an attempt at a very femme-vs-femme power play. You want to talk about gatekeeping femme identity? Surprise surprise, so does Ms. Gaslight Gatekeep Girlboss!

As a result, Harrow, being a delightfully contrarian and passive-aggressive little shit even in the depths of having her agency denied, protests this in whatever small ways she can still find:

As an act of meaningless rebellion, you applied the sacramental skull of the Priestess Crushed Beneath the New-Laid Rock, the least beautiful skull in the canon. Harrow the Ninth, p266

“Fuck you and fuck trying to win your rigged game I didn’t even want to play,” essentially.

But note that Harrow doesn't wear a masculine-coded skull to protest Ianthe’s dress. (Are there gendered skulls in the canon? Muir could easily have made one up here, or had Harrow wear a pattern normally used by her father, Crux, or Ortus.) It’s not being seen as feminine or femme that she’s objecting to. Instead, Harrow goes for the ugliest skull, the “I don’t want to be perceived as desirable from any perspective” option.

And this actually reads very true to my own experiences! I’m somewhere between an androgynous and a non-mainstream feminine presentation myself, and I’ve had basically this exact same fight over what to wear at a social event. Right down to finding subtle ways to make myself less attractive to subvert the other person's attempt to control my appearance. Better something ugly that I chose myself than something playing by the rules that femme = signing up to be judged on the fuckability scale.

(Not, to be clear, that there’s anything wrong with pursuing or enjoying sexual attractiveness! Just that being forced into it feels really awful.)

Now, the topic of what does and doesn’t count as femme is… fraught and basically impossible to definitively nail down. But presenting as femme and/or feminine as part of one’s queerness often involves being in dialogue with other forms of femininity, picking and choosing which aspects to keep and which to reject. I’ve seen lipstick lesbians talk about their over the top makeup as a way to mark themselves as different from the heterosexual “natural look” norm. I myself love the gothic lolita look, because I like the idea of being seen as “feminine” in a transgressive way, but also potentially in a way that strikes other people as less sexual. (Though the nuances of lolita fashion could be a whole other discussion…)

Harrow’s presentation preferences aren’t quite the same as mine (she does not enjoy being seen as smaller or more childish), but she seems to share the desire for her unusual femme aesthetic to implicitly deflect from sexual interest rather than attracting it. She’s using her religion as a socially acceptable shield against Ianthe’s advances. Because given Ianthe’s reactions to the subject, flirting with a nun seems to be at least a little as taboo in TLT as it does in our world:

You simply said, “I have always slept alone.” “You don’t say.” You heard the primness in your voice when you said, “I am betrothed to the Locked Tomb, Tridentarius. I slept on a cot in my cell.” “I always forget you were an honest-to-God nun...” Harrow the Ninth, p260

Ianthe is an asshole who ignores Do Not Touch signals, but I think Harrow’s desperate clinging to her nun robes is, in part, another assertion of this implicit boundary. So I read the makeover scene as Harrow having an allergic reaction to being sexualized and objectified against her will (and to the entire idea that correctly performing as femme requires one to aspire to such), rather than disliking being perceived as femme or even feminine in general.

A second layer to this scene is the slimy cultural aspect to what Ianthe does. If the paint and full-body coverings are the Ninth's version of proper female attire, then Ianthe is forcing Harrow to perform to a very Third ideal instead:

“Will you take off that grotesque skeleton corset?” “No.” “What about your face paint?” “No.” “I do not know why I ask these questions,” she said. Harrow the Ninth, p265

I'm always wary of assuming modern racial dynamics apply to TLT’s universe, but y'all... this scene is a white woman forcing a brown woman from a stigmatized, minority religion to perform a normalized Western standard of femininity. Up to a rebuffed attempt to remove her face/hair coverings. Regardless of how much this dynamic applies in-universe, the real life parallels are not exactly subtle! Harrow could be the most feminine femme to ever gender within her culture, and what Ianthe does would still be extremely gross and coercive.

It’s also another direct callback to GtN - Ianthe forcing Harrow into fashionable Third norms is an inversion of the scene of Harrow forcing Gideon into Ninth facepaint. The same way that Harrow’s demeaning “Griddle” gets a dark reprise in Ianthe’s “Harry” and several other echoes in HtN of Harrow having to endure similar treatment from Ianthe as she once abused Gideon.

Ianthe is insisting that in order for Harrow to meet the dinner party’s standards, she must compromise her own culture’s standards. That Harrow’s own ceremonial robes aren’t expensive or nice enough to pass in a formal setting. She can be a well-dressed femme, or she can be a Ninth nun, but not both. Again, I don’t see Harrow’s objections to this treatment as being in conflict with Harrow having a femme-leaning identity, so much as Harrow being made wretchedly helpless and humiliated by having her Ninth heritage erased to fit Ianthe’s Third tastes.

Still not convinced? Finally, let’s contrast Ianthe’s makeover with the scene of Harrow getting ready for Abigail and Magnus’s anniversary in GtN:

She put on her best and most senescent Ninth robes, and became a skinny black stick swallowed by night-coloured layers of Locked Tomb lace. She fiddled with long earrings of bone in front of the mirror and repainted her face twice. Gideon the Ninth, p168

In any case, both she and Harrowhark turned up, gorgeously gowned in their Locked Tomb vestments, painted like living skulls, looking like douchebags. Harrow clinked when she walked with the sheer multiplicity of bonely accoutrement. Gideon the Ninth, p169

Here, Harrow is dressing purely according to her own decisions, and she actually doubles down on the more stereotypically feminine lace and jewelry rather than aiming for something wholly androgynous. She also does her best to appear neat and presentable here despite being a scruffly gremlin most of the time. Perfectionist that she is, Harrow is still nervous about her ability to perform it, but she’s confident in the specific femme aesthetic that she’s aspiring toward.

(Side note: You know who else wears an excessive amount of jewelry at Canaan House? Coronabeth. Was Harrow trying to look more like Corona, and if so, why? More crunchy gender food for thought…)

Ultimately. if your takeaway from the Ianthe makeover scene was "ah, Harrow would have been more comfortable if Ianthe gave her a suit" …I wouldn’t say that’s unreasonable. You could certainly do an alternative read of the scene as Ianthe force-feminizing a butch or nonbinary-leaning Harrow. (And if someone writes that essay I would love to read it!) But I don’t think that’s the only valid interpretation, and my personal read of the scene is that Ianthe is trying to coerce Harrow into a sexualized and gatekept definition of femme that Harrow strongly rejects.

It’s the pain and powerlessness of being told you’re doing your own gender wrong. Then having someone “helpfully” show you how to perform it right …only to look in the mirror afterwards and recognize yourself even less. And at that point, starting to miserably wonder if you’re even allowed to be your gender at all. Does that make sense?

Well, even if it doesn’t, thanks for reading to the end! 🖤 💀 🖤

#the locked tomb #gideon the ninth #harrow the ninth #harrowhark nonagesimus #ianthe tridentarius #tlt analysis #my tlt stuff #my ramblings #read more #note: edited a few bits 1.10.23 for further clarity of terms #anyway this seemed like a good segue #from last week’s ianthe-themed queue #into the harrow&ianthe art queue I'm planning to do next

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detectivecarisi-1 · 2 years

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The Senator’s Daughter: Chapter 1 (BodyGuard! Dave York x Female Reader

AN: AHHHH! It’s finally here! I am so sorry it took as long as it did, and honestly I wanted to make this chapter longer, but it would’ve taken me like... 2 more weeks to get it to the length I wanted it to be. So, I decided I have kept you waiting long enough and to just publish it as it is. Again, if you already read my mini update this is redundant, but if not I will say again; I am a full time teacher, at the middle school level at that, so time is not really on my side with most things haha, so it may take me a while to get these chapters posted, but trust that they will be posted! Thank you all for reading, and thank you for your patience! -M

Rating: M for language. Future chapters WILL BE EXPLICIT, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.9K

Series Warnings: Language, Eventual Smut (18+ ONLY FOR THE WHOLE SERIES), AFAB!Reader, No use of Y/N, Divergence from Canon, Mean Dom!Dave York, Bratty!Reader, AGE GAP (reader is of age!), Enemies to Lovers, Mentions of Drug/Alcohol Abuse, Politics lol, Minor violence, mentions of parental abuse.

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Jesus Christ.

Whoever’s bright idea it was to make ABBA your godforsaken alarm should be lined up, and swiftly kicked in the shins.

Nothing is more frustrating than being hungover, feeling half dead, honestly waking up still drunk, and then “Man After Midnight” starts blasting these fucking rodeo beats in your ear.

Great song, terrible decision.

Honestly, it probably was your decision. The decision you made when you were trying to turn your life around for the… probably thousandth time. You most likely thought you would hear that song blasting in the morning, and immediately the adrenaline would start pumping, and you’d feel driven to get up and go for a 7 mile jog along the beach, come home make some smoothie that’s more kale than anything else, maybe go get that degree your dad’s always been begging you to do, and be driven to never, ever touch a drop of alcohol ever again. And yet, that plan never worked. And here you are, listening to Swedish Pop icons ABBA, questioning whether or not you had died, and ended up in some weird 8th circle of hell.

Honestly, that’d probably would’ve been better.

Fuck. The sun is too fucking bright, ABBA is too fucking loud, you’re too fucking nauseous, everything is too fucking much. You try to fumble over to your phone, switch that shit off, crawl under the comforter that you know is way too expensive, and sleep until the evening and its time to go back out. You’re halfway through figuring out how to hit the off button on this brand-new iPhone, counting down the moments till you’re finally able to know peace and try to sleep off this massive hangover that’s dragging you through the mud by your big toes. But before you can even start to consider that option, the door to your bedroom slams open.

“Get up. We need to talk.”

Ah, those glorious words no one ever wants to hear. Especially not delivered to you from your father of all people.

Till Leland was a rising star in the world of politics. Hailing from Northern Virginia, Till was destined from public service from the very beginning. His father, a well-known lawyer taught him the importance of argumentation skills and logic. His mother was a 11th grade environmental science teacher known for her work in the community establishing parks, teaching her students oyster shell recycling, and creating a community garden for all those who may need access to fresh fruits and vegetables. To say Till was raised by the best people put on this Earth, would be a huge understatement. Your grandparents are truly, the most incredible human beings around. Passionate about education, well-known philanthropists, and outspoken activists. More importantly, they were loving and devoted parents.

They truly raised an amazing child. Till Leland was everything they were and more. Growing up he was a constant straight A student who stayed after class to help tutor other students in math and science. He loved the environment and would often spend weekends organizing groups to help collect litter on the school campus. One spring break to Virginia Beach, Till spent a full day walking the coastline collecting empty beer cans and half smoked joints and cigarettes. He was always the designated driver, never got in trouble with his teachers, and was active in the school debate team. When it was time for him to choose a college, despite the credentials to get into any Ivy League he could, he chose Virginia Tech. He loved Virginia. Even with all its flaws, he just saw it as an opportunity for him to be the one to fix them. So, he studied political science, got a his master’s, ran for city council got elected. Slowly but surely, he worked his way up to the Senate level. He has done so much good for the state. And the people love him. The only thing that could possibly destroy his political career, is unfortunately the thing he loves most, and the one thing he can’t control.

You.

And yet, even though you had this penchant for living the opposite life your father pursued, he was still an incredible, kind, and loving father. There was not a single event he ever missed of yours, even with his busy schedule as a politician. He attended every ballet recital, every chorus concert, even the tennis games where you were mostly the ball girl. He wanted to see you shine, and he supported you in every role you took on. To this day, he has a box in his office full of shitty art projects, report cards, and handmade birthday cards you gifted him. He takes his role as a father seriously, and you are truly the light of his life. And honestly, you have a shitty way of showing it, that sentiment is mutual.

“Dad, I want nothing more than to get up, but I feel like I’ve been beat with a hammer. I think I’ll just stay here.” Your voice is muffled by the pillow, you still refuse to even lift your head.

“Honey… I really need you to get up”

Oh shit.

You can’t explain it to anyone but yourself… but his tone is off. He’s mad. He’s just short of a boil, he is simmering. He is one wrong move from blowing up. You start trying to replay the past 24 hours in your head. What happened? Why is he so pissed?

Try as you may, you can’t remember a goddamn thing.

How did you even get home? You can tell your still in the dress you went out in last night. Kicking your legs around, you eventually hit the absurdly high heels you went out in that must’ve slipped off in the middle of the night… in your bed. Great. And based on the smudged eyeliner and red lipstick on your white silk pillowcase… You came home and immediately collapsed in bed.

“I’m not repeating myself. Get. Up.”

You don’t think you’ve ever heard him this mad. Alrighty, you guess now is the time to face the music.

You sit up and see your dad. His face a cracking mask of neutrality, you can see that simmer rapidly approaching a boil. He’s already dressed in a crisp white dress shirt with a blue tie perfectly tied around his neck, his beige pants are steamed so well they barely even look real. And here you are… looking like an extra in an early Ke$ha music video.

You’re doing your best for your eyes to adjust, but honestly the room is spinning way too fast, and your focus is divided between not throwing up on yourself and listening to whatever nuclear bomb your dad is about to drop on you.

“What’s up, doc?” are… are your words still slurring? You had tried to crack a joke to lighten the very tense mood that is only getting worse and worse in your room… but all that had done was show your dad just how fucked up you really are.

“Honey. Get dressed. Come downstairs. We need to talk.” He turns to leave. No joking, no nonsense, no arguments.

“Dad, I want nothing more than to join you downstairs… but if I move, even an inch right now, I guarantee you I’m going to vomit all over these new sheets. And I don’t know about you, but I really don’t want to make Ann clean that up.” Its true. The maid is a lovely woman who has put up with your shenanigans long enough.

“Fine. We’ll talk up here. Embarrass yourself, honestly at this point I don’t give a shit.” He turns quickly on his heels, and before you can even consider changing your mind, he’s yelling down the staircase. “Mr. York, come join us up here. You can get an early firsthand experience on what I mean.”

What? What is that even supposed to mean? Who the fuck is Mr. York, what in the world has your dad so fucking pissed, firsthand experience of what, and again, who the fuck is Mr. York?

You’re going through all these questions and possible answers in your head, making you even dizzier than you were before. The room is spinning faster and faster, your stomach starts to churn, you get that familiar taste in the back of your throat, and of course, right as the mysterious Mr. York is entering your room you’re lunging for the trashcan conveniently placed by your bed and vomiting.

Tequila. Its always tequila.

“Fuck… I’m sorry. I’m just so sorry.” You start crying like a child. Throwing up always does this to you. It’s disgusting, and it’s embarrassing even when you’re on your own, let alone with an audience of your father and some random man standing in your room… offering you a handkerchief?

You, once again, refuse to even look up. Choosing to keep your head shoved in the trashcan, but out in the peripherals of your vision, you see a hand, reaching out your direction, holding a white piece of cloth. “D.Y” embroidered on the corner”

“No, I can’t take that.. It’ll get ruined.” You sound fucking pathetic. Slurred words made even worse by the tears.

“Miss, just take it.”

Woah.

If you weren’t so far gone, his voice alone probably could’ve sobered you up in an instant. It was beautiful. Deep, smooth, yet with a slight rasp that was just so… sexy.

With trembling hands, you reached out, taking the handkerchief, you swear, at one point your fingers touch his, you swear, or maybe, its just wishful thinking. Nonetheless, you finally get a look at this Mr. York.

You’re not sure what you expected, but Lord knows its not what you got.

Oh no.

He’s hot.

He is composed, perfectly dressed in a suit, now only missing a pocket square. His expression is hardened, bordering on annoyed, but still, you somehow still think he looks soft. It’s the eyes… it’s got to be those perfect, brown eyes. He’s just… perfect?

As if you weren’t embarrassed enough. Here is this man, the image of calm, put together, and devastatingly handsome, and here you are, laying in bed, still drunk, throwing up in a trashcan. Definitely not your best moment.

You sit there, for who knows how long, staring at Mr. York. While he returns to his initial spot by the door, and then begins staring at the wall behind you as if you don’t even exist.

“Sweetheart… are you okay?”

Oh, right. Your dad is in the room with you.

Before you can even begin to form some way to avoid saying “Yeah, dad, I’m fine. Just still fucked up from my night out last night that I barely remember, and while dealing with the most horrible hangover I’ve had in years my dad bursts into my room pissed off at me for reasons I don’t even know, before he calls in the most attractive man I’ve seen in my entire fucking life right before I ruin any chance I may have had with him by vomiting into a trashcan right in front of him” or, you know, something along those lines, Mr. York saves your ass for you.

“Maybe it may be a good idea for Miss Leland to take a moment to clean herself up before we discuss more serious matters?”

God, there is a lot you’d like to discuss with this man.

“That would be an incredible idea, Mr. York,” your dad is beaming at the man like he just solved world hunger, he turns to you and that grin falls immediately, “You. Shower. Sober up. Come downstairs. This is serious.”

“Sir, yes, sir.”

#Dave York #dave york x reader #dave york x afab reader #bodyguard!AU #Pedro Pascal #dave york fic #dave york fanfic #dave york fanfiction #enemies to lovers #dave york smut #dave york fluff #slow burn #The Equalizer 2 #pedro pascal fandom #pedro pascal fanfiction #my work #my writing

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rice-ppang-art · 2 years

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Under the Blue Sky

Summary:

Honestly, Momo couldn’t be more shocked to see the familiar looking companion just a few feet away.

His sensors keep adjusting, as if he couldn’t believe the sight in front of him. Afraid that it's all just a fleeting dream…. But it's not.

It's clementine, it's really her….underneath the beautiful blue sky…

The barrier between the slums and midtown is gone now. So too the two long lost companions…

(IM BACK AFTER MY MIDTERM-HIATUS 🤩🤩🤩, ill try my best to keep making art, also i hope you enjoy this tiny clemomo fic)

The eternal darkness of walled City 99 has been replaced by the warmth of the sunlight, and the companions are finally free. Momo the outsider, was not here to gaze at glowing balls made of gas, burning many million kilometers away from his current position anymore. No, he was here with Doc.as they tried to fix the broken elevator that hasn't been operational for god who knows how long.

“You know there's a 0.000275% percentage of this rusted excuse of an elevator to actually be fixed, momo” Doc called out, trying to persuade the straw-hatted companion to give it a rest.

“Then it's not impossible is it not? I'll take that chance anytime” Momo answers with a tired smile on his screen. Doc has never seen such a rare sight, back in those days when momo is the one to give up on the outsiders grand plan. Here he is, hardworking as ever as he modified the elevator’s platform and adjusted the counterweight.

“Haha, I never thought I would see the sight of you other than your cowardice, momo. No offense” Doc laughed as the other companion made a buzzing noise of disagreement and an angry face on his screen.

“I'm not Doc! It's just that….us outsiders have made sacrifices for our cause. You traveled through the dead city to test the defluxor, Zbaltazaar and Clementine have moved on and keep moving forward to the surface. And yet here I am, remaining down here in the slums. Doubting all our causes just because I was scared…”

“Momo…..” Doc couldn't comprehend any words.

“But all is well now, I feel a lot braver now. Seeing the little furball journeying its way outside, gives me the courage I need. And we will fix this blasted elevator if its the last thing i ******* do” now there's a hint of hope in the obscene tone of momo’s voice. And that's all the reassuring Doc needs to help his fellow companion.

“Well what are we waiting for, let's do this!” Doc exclaims in delight as he brings his wrench and fetches his boy, Seamus for a little support and assistance. Together they work tirelessly through day and night, fixing every single scrap of the main elevator. And those days were not all in vain.

For the first time in forever, the gate between the slums and midtown has been restored. The crowds underneath the elevator couldn't hold back their excitement.

“We did it momo” Doc couldn't hide the feeling of proudness he has for achieving this impossible task. Momo could only reply with a small smile as he looked upwards to the giant wall that separates the boundaries between the slums and midtown.

“I'm coming for you clementine”

Chapter 2

Clementine had never thought this day would come, Frankly, she honestly lost all hope after her relentless escape from the Sentinels got her on the edge. Nevertheless, here she was, still standing, shortly after all the ceilings were opened. Finally, she smiled.

As she walked through the streets of midtown, She watched as the companions of the city bustled with activities. They laughed and sang and were shocked. Definitely shocked. It had finally happened. The Outside…the sky… Everyone was happy and free. A few started dancing, a male companion started to swing his woman around after a safe landing on the other side. If they were human, they both would have tears in their eyes.

An old looking man collapsed upon setting foot on the grounds of western Berlin. Hesitantly he started feeling the ground beneath his legs with trembling fingers. Same as Ludwig, he had never dreamt that this day would come.

A few young residents of midtown jumped all together and yelled vividly in delight. She could feel their excitement pulsing through her circuits, their thrill as they pushed through the crowd, looking for their long-lost lovers. Friends… Families…she could feel their overwhelming joy and mesmerization upon them.

They threw themselves at each other and laughed and sang and cried together. What a wonderful sight indeed, Clem would love to share it, if only…

If only she didn't leave them, leave him down in the slums. Because honestly, what is the point of seeing the outside if there isn't anyone to see it with you?

Leaving the cheering crowd, clementine chose to return to her hidden residence, scooting through the bustling crowds in the streets and finally made it to her humble abode. Without any more objectives left in her timetable, she merely rested her metallic body inside her object (junk)-filled bathtub and looked at the shimmering light through her window. She merely sighed and finally realizing, that she is all alone up here….

Minutes passed and now days had gone by, Clementine had lost count if it wasn't for the loud banging in her front door. Honestly, who in their right mind would dare to come near the house of a criminal? As she dragged her sluggish metallic body, armed herself with a desk lamp that she used to defend herself against the small companion back then, she gently opened the door and saw a magenta coloured companion.

Bonobot, that’s his name. You might know him as one of the poetic companions that lives behind the beyond-fixed elevator, one of the midtown companions who’s nice enough to befriend the female outsider. But due to her “criminal activities” they rarely hang out anymore.

“What are you doing here?” Clementine quickly puts down her lamp, and suddenly her voice box was hushed down by the other companion’s index finger. Honestly, that makes her want to punch the ridiculous companion down, almost anyway.

“Shhh, hear that? That ebb, that flow” and of course that poetic nonsense she heard tirelessly from the magenta coloured companion.

“What in midtown are you talking about?” clementine asked, as she rolled her sensors. But she immediately dragged by hand as she confusedly walked through the same old streets and finally made it to the elevator.

“Okay now would you please tell me why we're here in the first place?” but again, it's not an answer she gets, but another index finger shushing her up, she swore she really wants to punch him.

“Do you hear that down below?” Clementine was this close to smack the companion’s head if she suddenly hears the distant rustling of metal. That foreign sound comes from down below, it feels like the whole elevator platform is shaking soundly, clementine could only hold onto the railing and tighten her grip on the rusted metal.

“It- it can't be…” she senses the elevator rising up and finally, Finally reaches up successfully. As it stopped, the dust and debris fell through the road, as other companions from the city approached the small elevator, some of their expressions were filled with confusion, and some full of glistening hope, including clementine.

But then she realized, the elevator door isn't opening (why hasn't it opened yet?). But her questions was answered as she heard the door being forcefully opened, by a single companion. There’s only one companion in all of the slums (besides guardian) who has that kind of hidden strength.

A Grunting voice with a slight undertone of nervousness and subtlety. A warm voice, full of hope and joy. A familiar voice. So painfully familiar, she had to clutch her chest.

“Its….”

Chapter 3

“Darn it, out of all the things that you forgot to inspect earlier, it had to be the front door” Doc grumbles in annoyance as he struggles trying to open the door while momo just chuckles nervously behind.

“It's no use papa, the door’s seals shut” pants seamus, his energy were all used up trying to open the stupid door, but to no avail.

“Perhaps i could give it a try”

“No offense momo, but I don't think you're strong enough to even open a can of..”

Not allowing Doc to finish that sentence, Momo scoots to the front and uses both of his hands to forcefully stretch each end of the door with his (hidden) brute strength alone. And with that, the door finally opened.

“.....oil” Doc could only finish that single word, if he had a jaw, it would've dropped by now. And seamus could only muffled his laughter silently until he got a slight tap on the head. But all was silent when the three companions saw the peeping light through the door.

Momo was the first to come out, as he checked the surroundings looking for the one he's been searching for, he only saw the confusing sight of countless sea of companions. His grip on the door loosened when he finally found the familiar sight.

Honestly, Momo couldn’t be more shocked to see the familiar looking companion just a few feet away.

His sensors keep adjusting, as if he couldn’t believe the sight in front of him. Afraid that it's all just a fleeting dream…. But it's not.

It's clementine, it's really her….underneath the beautiful blue sky…

She stood out against the crowd, standing next to Bonobot. Her Gray newsboy hat, orange scarf, black pants and her eyes were blue, bluer than the color of the sky in all its glory. Her Hand grasped the fabric of her pants as she hugged her lanky arms around herself.

She tried to speak but no words came out. All she can do is flashed a little smile to him.

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Clementine could feel something caught her attention and as she turned her monitor towards whoever it was inside, her mind went blank. Sure, she had expected many things, However, she was not prepared for those eyes she felt herself captured by. She was not prepared to face her and it all seemed to shatter as soon as she locked her eyes with momo.

"Clem?" He moved towards her, hesitantly, wondering, hoping, he was filled with a sense of belonging and a feeling that was the word finally in all its entirety, something that he hadn't known in too long. Out reached his hand, a question mark rising up out of his monitor and towards the stilled companion.

Her sensors widened again at his familiar voice, Clementine took in the other companions’ appearance; slightly sweaty on the monitor, his Long jacket with tropical pattern are still trashy as ever, but most importantly, he looked different. Not as much of a scaredy “cat” since the last day they saw each other, and not as sad as she remembers. He looked much calmer, content and… cool.

Momo noticed how her entire body had started trembling, that her shoulders had slumped. Despite all this, he could feel his legs moving, approaching her. Faster and faster, until he literally jumped and threw himself into her wide-open arms. He clasped his arms around Clementine, mentally swearing to himself to never let her go again. Simultaneously, she could feel arms closing around her neck and hugging her so tightly like a precious gem. Not that clementine minded it one bit.

“momo…” she laughed, she heard Momo laughing as well, soft tremors rocking through their metallic body. And as Gilbert mustered the courage to finally look at Ludwig’s face, if they were human. she could probably see tears, dripping and running down his monitor. But she knew she herself would be crying as well.

"Took you long enough."

They stayed on the ground, embracing each other for what it felt like eternity, every second to make up for every year they were apart. “You are really here” Momo breathed, then tightened his grip around Clementine and hid his face in her shoulder, if he was afraid that the female companion would suddenly disappear from his sight again. And to let out all the emotions that he had buried inside for those long long years that he had watched and waited and hoped and eventually gave up on her.

“Yes I'm here….”

“I'm so sorr-”

“Hush, not now. Let me enjoy this moment”

“....alright”

Doc could only sigh and smile on his monitor. He places his arm on his son’s shoulder, seamus smiles at him back and returns the favor. The two long lost companions finally reunite as the warmth of the sun shines down upon them. Followed by the beautiful blue sky and the distance birds chirping melodiously.

Truly an unforgettable sight.

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