#but he was very like. respectful and it blew my fucking mind

[hannieehaee]

18+ / mdi

content: perv!wonwoo (not super pervy but i tried my best 🫡), smut, f reader, penetrative sex, established relationship (situatuonship is mentioned but idk lets assume they're exclusive just bc i can), he's kinda a dick, etc.

wc: 905

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streamer!wonwoo perv!wonwoo whose audience believes him to be a golden boy. simply a polite yet charming guy whos into video games, who just so happens to be insanely handsome. his thick rimmed glasses and wavy hair almost covering his eyes, accompanied by those wide shoulders, was able to catch the attention of all of those looking for a pretty face to look at while consuming content from their favorite video games (although many keep their eyes glued to the tiny view of wonwoo on the corner of the screen rather than the game itself).

the people watching him through the screen dont even see the half of it, though, not knowing how much of a perv he is when in real life. not so much a respectful and charming guy, but a degenerate who keeps up the act for appearances. after all, that is how he first got to you a few years back, when you, one of the few who had been a loyal viewer since before his channel blew up, decided that you just HAD to have the pretty nerd rambling about league of legends on stream.

after a few (okay, maybe more than a few) attempts at catching his attention through leaving various suggestive comments, wonwoo finally decided to take a look at your account, noting an instagram linked on your bio. after seeing that the desperate commentator he had taken a liking to seeing always punctual in his streams was a pretty girl in his area, his mind went straight to the gutter, finding his hands moving on their own to send you a message detailing his interest.

a few months later and you found yourself in a months-long situationship with the streamer, having him hit you up almost every other day when he needed 'something warm warm to stick his dick in', as he so nicely put it as he had you sitting on top of him, cockwarming him while he gamed (off-stream, of course).

having a such a well paying stay at home job had many perks, including the ability to take any day off he wanted to fuck you into his bed, somehow managing to never scare you away with his very obvious obsession with your body, drawing orgasm after orgasm out of you with little to no regard for the exhaustion you'd feel after a few hours with him. somehow the roles had reversed, with him now being the one to continuously pursue you under the vice of getting under your pants every second he could.

"n-nonu fuck. slow down, i-" you whined as he senselessly bounced you up and down on his dick, rhythm completely lost a few rounds ago.

he practically growled at your complaint, "you asked for this when you showed up wearing that tiny excuse for a skirt while i was on stream."

"you asked me over-"

"for moral support, baby. not for you to parade yourself around me knowing i wouldnt be able to hold back from taking this pussy," he breathed out, angling you slightly differently, now causing you to whine even louder at your clit being stimulated by the friction.

"does your audience know how m- agh fuck. how much of a perv you are? leaving mid stream to get your dick wet?"

your brattiness causes him to disconnect your bodies, flipping yours over to put you on your hands and elbows and ramming himself into you with no warning.

"be thankful i'm fucking you of all people baby. be thankful this pussy has such a grip on me to get you on my bed every night," he sped up as he spoke filth into your ears.

wonwoo had a special way of making you feel like an object, something which you only enjoyed when it came to him. despite being such a fucking perv, you enjoyed the dynamic you had built, allowing him to play with your body however he saw fit as long as he made you cum. and jesus christ, did he.

"fuck," you felt the end coming near and began to push yourself back against him, grinding into him as much as you could despite his clammy hands having such a tight hold on your hips.

"im gonna make you cream all around me and then im gonna fill you up. okay, baby? then im gonna go back on stream while you keep my bed w- ah fuck. warm for me. if you're a good girl for me, i'll fuck you to sleep afterwards," he rasped out, losing his rhythm even further as he neared his own high.

a few more harsh thrusts later and you were creaming around him, tightening up so much that he, too, reached his peak, filling you up and letting go of your hips, causing you to fall flat against the mattress.

"fuck. baby, never show up like that here again. i almost died," he breathed out as he tried to do a decent job at cleaning you up a bit and tucking you under the covers.

despite his perverted treatment of your body, wonwoo was always sweet to you when his mind wasnt filled with sex (which admittedly wasnt often).

"you act as if i forced you to fuck me," you retaliate despite knowing you did wear that skirt with a specific purpose in mind.

"just shut up and go to sleep, baby. you'll need your energy back soon."

n/a: this is ass im rlly bad at writing men who r not obsessed with their s/o im sorry </33

#seventeen #svt #seventeen fanfic #seventeen imagine #seventeen oneshot #seventeen smut #seventeen x reader #svt fanfic #svt smut #wonwoo smut #wonwoo fanfic #wonwoo x reader

[lowkeychenle]

Irrevocably [ZCL] (M)

Description: You were friends with benefits with Chenle until he got a girlfriend...fast forward months later, and now they've broken up--leaving Chenle to come back to you, very much in need of a distraction.

DID YOU MISS ME?! It's been so long someone should chop my hands off omg

Genre: Smut. Angst. Read at your own discretion!!! Read the warnings first please! It's mostly smut tho tbh

Also it's not proofread or anything crazy like that but I do hope y'all like it...I've been so busy sos

Content Warnings: Explicit, rough, unprotected sex (don't do the unprotected part), Chenle says pretty girl again (not sorry) and also slut because duality (again?), overstimulation, multiple orgasms (both), cum eating (like he actually eats his...own cum...), he's pretty pussy drunk in this he cums twice, Chenle is manipulative as hell in this!!! he is not a good guy in this fic!!! Do not read if you don't like it!!!!! Also I'm not sure if this can be considered infidelity but if you're sensitive to that topic read with caution!

Word Count: 4,877

Pairing: Zhong Chenle x Reader (mentions of Mark Lee x Reader)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

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You can’t even say you haven’t heard from him in a while. That’s far from the truth—and in your opinion, maybe you hear from him too often. Your friendship was constructed long before any other aspect, but for as long as you could remember, it’s been you and Chenle.

Now there’s you, and there’s him. Inherently separate.

Your situation with him was simple—friends with benefits. And everything was working great at first, and the end wasn’t traumatic and the world didn’t crumble. You weren’t in love with each other, and you both mutually understood that the second someone has the potential to become more in one of your lives that you’d stop immediately.

So, when Chenle started talking to his now girlfriend, you did the right thing. The respectful thing. You backed off, and you wouldn’t say you regret it. He’s happy—happier than he was before, and that’s all you want for him. You’ve been friends for forever, after all, and what would that make you if you had ill wishes for him?

It was three months after he started dating his girlfriend that he introduced you to one of his friends, Mark. Fortunately, you got along with him well, and he gave you a much needed distraction from the empty void Chenle had left in your life. He’d been more than sex, but less than love. He gave you company and companionship, even if it was in an unconventional way.

You’d been up front and honest with Mark about your relationship with Chenle, but he didn’t mind as long as you were sure there hadn’t been feelings involved. For Chenle, you weren’t sure if he ever told his girlfriend about you. You wouldn’t blame him if he hadn’t, but considering you’d been sleeping together up until their first date, it might have been a good thing to mention.

The difference was simple—you and Mark weren’t anything, not really, but Chenle and his girlfriend were, in their words, serious. In fact, in the past four months, you hadn’t even slept with Mark. The most he was at this point was someone to keep you company.

And then everything blew up.

Chenle called you at 9 p.m., almost nine months after he started dating his girlfriend. You were in your apartment by yourself, watching the same TV show for the 70th time. You stare at your phone screen in confusion before you answer it.

“Hey,”

“Hey.” He lets out a breath, and the defeat in his voice hints something’s wrong.

“Everything okay?” you ask him, sitting up on your couch.

“We broke up.” Chenle pauses, maybe to contemplate what he says next. “Can I come see you? I know it’s random, and I probably shouldn’t, but to be bluntly fucking honest, I’ve missed you.”

“We talk all the time,” you mention and cradle your knees to your chest. 

The thought of allowing Chenle here so late scares you—old habits die hard. You feel like you owe more than that to both Mark and Chenle. Mark, because while you two aren’t together, you’ve grown quite close over the past few months. Chenle, because he’s probably not thinking straight at the moment.

“You’re the only one I can talk to about this,” he mumbles.

Your heart sinks. “It was because of me?”

“I…Not exactly. It wasn’t you at all. It was us. And it was me for not saying anything.” He sighs, and you envision the way he tugs his fingers through his hair.

“You never told her?”

“I didn’t think I needed to,” he says. “What am I supposed to say? ‘Oh, hey, by the way, I used to fuck one of my closest friends on the regular, but now that you’re here, I stopped.’ That doesn’t sound great.”

“Better than her finding out some other way.” You chew on your bottom lip. “I told Mark.”

“That’s different,” Chenle replies. “You’re not dating Mark.”

A moment of silence passes between you two, and when you don’t respond, he clears his throat.

“Oh. You are.”

“It’s not like that.”

“So, what is it like? Is it like what we were?” He sounds shorter, as if he’s no longer enjoying the conversation.

You scoff. “It’s none of your business, Chenle. Mark is nice. And you’re the one who introduced us anyway.”

“Mark is nice,” he repeats, snorting. “You act like I don’t know you. Nice isn’t exactly your type.”

“You can come here if you stop being a dick,” you tell him. “But we’re only talking.”

“Good. I’ve got a lot to say.”

You debate changing after he hangs up, but Chenle’s already seen you at your worst. Your shorts and T-shirt won’t faze him in the slightest. Nerves like this haven’t swarmed you since the first time you slept with him. Clearly, your body doesn’t get the memo that this isn’t a booty call.

And when he arrives, you realize how well he fits. The dim, golden lighting reflecting off of his skin, the dark, oversized clothes he likes to wear, the way his hair is parted. Everything about him is exactly as you remember. It’s odd to think that way, because really, you’ve seen him as often as you used to. Things were just…different.

And under these circumstances, it’s awkward. But even when he was dating his girlfriend, there were times where the two of you were alone—nothing ever happened, of course, but it hadn’t ever been so nerve wracking until now.

It isn’t for long, though. Within seconds of your thoughts running wild, he’s closing the distance between you and pulling you into a tight hug. You exhale in relief and return the gesture with no hesitation. He takes a deep breath, almost as if he’s inhaling your scent.

Something about this hurts. Your ribcage suddenly feels like a prison, and all you want is for your heart to be free. Why does it feel like something’s stabbing it?

“I’m sorry for asking to come over so late,” he whispers. “And for being a dick about Mark. It’s not my business.”

There’s a twist deep in your chest. You wonder if there’s truly anything left in there.

“It’s okay, Le.” Your voice is muffled by his shirt. “Let’s sit and you can tell me what happened.”

You move away from him, lightly grabbing his hand to lead him over to your couch. When you’re both seated, he rests his head on your shoulder. You reach up to play with his hair, and instinct you became familiar with when he needed comfort back when you two were messing around.

“She asked about you.” His fingers toy with yours, warm touch gently grazing your skin. “Really, I had no idea what to say. There isn’t much to say, you know? So, that’s what I said. I told her we’ve been friends for forever and…that’s it.”

“Technically not wrong.” You chuckle, but the ache within you only grows.

“I went to shower and when I got out, she was going through my phone. By the time I realized what she was doing, she’d already found more than enough to be pissed.”

“What was it?”

“Pictures. In our text conversations from like…almost a year ago. I get why she was upset, you know? But it’s not like they were recent. Or even in my camera roll, for fuck’s sake.” He shuffles a bit closer, his warmth pressing into you. “But I should’ve checked and made sure. Or something. So, I’m sorry someone else saw those, (Y/N).”

“Did I look good at least?” you joke.

“Oh, fuck off.” He laughs, shaking his head. “You always look good and you know it.”

You get a sudden, overwhelming urge to look at him. His words make your stomach turn, and you’re desperate to figure out what the hell is going on with you.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” He ponders for a moment. “I thought I’d be a little more upset, but the only thing I was really thinking about was coming to see you.”

Chenle sits up, eyebrows slightly furrowed as he takes you in. His gentle brown eyes trail over you, unrecognizable emotions swimming around in his irises. You find him still as extraordinary as ever. His features so sharp, lips perfectly full. You fight the craving to reach out and trace his jawline.

“It’s just…” he murmurs. “It just always comes back to you, doesn’t it?”

“Chenle…”

“It’s been so long,” he continues. “Since I’ve seen you like this.”

“We hung out all the time.”

“No. Not like this. I know why you did, but you got so distant from me. Didn’t you ever think about me? That whole time?” He wets his lips.

“How could you ask me that?” you breathe out. “I thought about you all the time, but you weren’t mine to think about.”

“When I thought of you, it used to hurt. I used to have to distract myself from you because it was wrong to want you when I had everything else.” His gaze flicks down to your lips, and you feel every ounce of you crumble to pieces.

“It’s not…wrong anymore,” you say.

His eyes flutter shut, eyelashes brushing against his cheeks, and the next thing you know, his mouth is on yours. You let out a shaky breath against him, but quickly reciprocate what he gives you. All hesitation is out the window now, all thoughts of him being too upset at a moment like this fly from your brain.

It’s Chenle. He’s kissing you. This is familiar. Right, even.

“God, it’s been too long.” He reaches up to cup your cheek, thumb rubbing your skin. “Need you, baby. Never wanna lose you like that again.”

Your heart is beating so fast, you’re not exactly sure how to respond to that. The longer you take in every word leaving his mouth, the quicker you realize what’s happening to you.

You haven’t slept with Mark because you do have feelings for Chenle. It hits you like a freight train, and the fear sinks in only for a second before you slam your lips back to his. Being with him like this feels good, like nothing could go wrong.

The quietest moan slips from his mouth into yours, and just like it used to, heat floods your core. His hand slips beneath your shirt, his scalding touch trailing across your side before settling on the small of your back.

You pull away from him and gently push against his chest. “Do you even know what you’re doing right now?”

“Need a distraction.” He swallows hard. “That’s what we are for each other right? She’s out of the picture, so I get to have you again?”

You shake your head. “Only when we’re both available. Not just you.”

“Did you fuck him?” Chenle tone drops, a dark hint of jealousy gracing those narrowed brown eyes. One of his hands drops down to your thigh, tracing along the hem of your shorts. “Is that why you don’t want me anymore? He’s better or something?”

You let out a shaky breath. “I—Chenle, I haven’t.”

Wetting his lips, his touch trails higher, his skin burning against yours in the best way. “Don’t you miss me? Or at least the way I made you feel? When’s the last time someone made you cum?”

He notices when your legs press together, desperate for any sort of friction between them. You’re fighting every urge you have, wanting nothing more than to have Chenle right here on your couch, but something holds you back.

Leaning closer, he hums lowly in your ear, “You know what I can do.” His lips press against the spot below your ear, slowly heading down until his tongue runs along your pulse.

“Damn it,” you groan, pushing him back. “Take your pants off.”

As you stand up to push your shorts and panties to the floor, he lifts his hips to push his sweats to down his legs. He reaches into his boxers and strokes himself slowly.

“C’mon, baby.” He smirks at you. “Sit on it.”

You straddle his lap, bracing your hands on his shoulders as he pulls his cock out. One hand grips your hip and he holds you above him.

“Do we need a condom?” he asks, gaze glazed with want.

“I haven’t slept with anyone,” you mutter, face heating up for more reasons than one.

“It was just…” he trails off and gulps. “You know. I’m clean.”

The idea of him with her is almost enough to snap you out of it, but the last thing you plan on doing is getting off his lap. You ignore the sting of your heart and instead trade it for the sting of your walls stretching to accommodate Chenle with no prep. Whining at the pain, you stop after a couple inches.

“S’okay, baby,” he encourages you. “Take it slow.”

You dig your nails into his shoulders, lifting up before sinking back down to take a bit more of him than the last time. He breathes heavily, biting down on his bottom lip while his chest heaves.

“Just a little more.” Chenle slowly pulls you closer until he’s fully seated inside you.

The stretch has your legs shaking, whimpers escaping you as he whispers praises to you.

“Such a good girl,” he coos. “Letting me fill this pretty pussy with my cock.”

Chenle tugs your shirt over your head, freeing your bare breasts. He lets out a small sound at the sight before leaning down to kiss them, teeth nipping and tongue flicking your nipple.

Unable to hold back anymore, you push him back harshly. His lips part as you grind, sweet moans escaping him at the same time yours do.

“So tight,” he groans. “You waited ‘cause you knew no one else could do this to you, huh?”

“Shut up,” you command him.

His eyebrows raise for the briefest moment, until you start bouncing on his cock. Wetness starts squelching around the two of you, aiding you in your quick movements on top of him.

“Yeah, that’s it, baby.” Chenle thrusts up to match you, hands trailing around your body to squeeze your ass harshly. A slap comes next, the sound resounding through the room.

Your hips jolt, thrown off your rhythm at the stinging sensation on your skin. Nails leaving angry, red crescent moons in his skin, you rock back and forth to stabilize yourself before continuing. The sound of your arousal would embarrass you under any other circumstances, but the fucked out expression on Chenle’s face is enough to keep you going.

You don’t hold back your moans, letting the needs of your body take over instead of whatever the hell is going on in your head. He feels so fucking good inside you, the rough slide of his length against your walls, the way he throbs with want for you. The twitch of his cock inside you has a knot tightening in your stomach.

“Look at me,” he says roughly.

You don’t bother listening, too focused on your own pleasure to justify stopping.

“I said fucking look at me.” He grabs your face, pulling you close so you're inches away from him, hooded, hazy brown eyes devouring you. “Keep fucking yourself on my cock.”

You let out a weak moan, legs aching as you continue, but you know you need more. Trying to grind down, you do whatever you can to get friction on your clit. Whines slip past your lips, with the mind-shattering high just out of reach.

“Use your words, pretty girl.” Chenle slaps your ass again.

“Close,” you practically whimper. “Touch me. Fuck, please.”

Immediately, he lets go of his harsh grip on your cheeks, reaching between you two and quickly finding your clit. Your nails scratch down his shoulders, leaving marks as his fast circles push you over the edge.

You scream out in pleasure, your vision blacking out as you’re swept up in your climax. Crumpling into him, you squirm on top of him until he wraps his arm around your waist, warm seed coating your insides.

His chest heaves, lips parting as he rests his head back on the couch cushion. He gulps and strokes your hair while still slowly rocking up into you. You finally work up the energy to get off of him, but he holds you down.

“No,” he murmurs, breathless. “Not yet. Not done.”

Your body heats all over again, the idea of another round sends tingle down your spine. Goosebumps form on your skin, but you listen. Something has to make up for the lost time between you two.

“Need you again.” He nips where your neck and shoulder connects. “Can I take you to your room?”

You nod, unable to speak. He lifts you deftly from the couch, carefully walking over to your room like he’s done hundreds of times before. You hold onto him desperately, never wanting to let him go for more reasons than one.

As soon as you’re both on your bed, he’s already beginning to thrust again. You dig your nails into his back, but he grabs both of your wrists and pins them above your head.

“Be good,” he warns, filling you up over and over, ever so slowly. “Little pussy’s so greedy, sucking me in like this.”

Your eyes roll back in your head, the weight of him on top of you making you whine until your throat’s raw.

Every nerve-ending is on edge from your previous high, skin tingling and burning wherever his fingers trace shapes on you. You can barely keep your eyes open, the gentle brush of his chest against yours has your weak-minded state reading into this much more than you should.

If you could form actual words, you’d probably accidentally confess to him. He works through his own overstimulation, his jaw clenched tightly as he works your body expertly.

“I missed you,” he whispers, dipping his head down to nip along your neck. “Did you miss me?”

“Yes,” you force out, barely able to muster up the words. “God, yes.”

He hums, tonguing along the pulse in your neck. “You didn’t fuck him ‘cause he can’t make you feel like this, can he?”

You want to be mad at him for bringing Mark up at a time like this, but his words only make you shiver. He’s right. You can’t be mad at him when he’s right, and certainly not when your brain is fuzzy with the pleasure of his cock rubbing so, so slowly against your inner walls. Nobody could ever fill you like Chenle does.

“Answer me.” He thrusts particularly hard, jolting you up the mattress.

“Fuck, he can’t make me feel like you do.” You’re not entirely sure if your words are coherent, but Chenle seems satisfied by what you said.

“And you’d better remember that, too.” He releases your wrists and reaches between you two, resuming circles on your clit. “Could fuck you all night. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Getting your cunt filled with my cum as many times as you can handle?”

You wrap your legs around his waist in a desperate attempt to keep him close, the angle allowing him slightly deeper inside you. Between the delicious stretch of your walls and the uniform, skilled rubbing on your sensitive bud, your body shudders uncontrollably. Your back arches and your hands fly to his hair, loud, obscene moans pouring from your lips.

Chenle’s thrusts pick up as he helps you ride out your high, eyebrows furrowed as he tries to keep his steady pace. He slows to a stop, sweat making his hair stick to his forehead, he kisses you, tongue already slipping past your lips to dominate your mouth the same way he’s dominated the rest of you.

“Think you can get on all fours for me?” he asks, his breath fanning across your face.

“Again?”

“Please, baby, I’m close already, just need a little more.” He presses kisses on your cheeks and the tip of your nose. “I need it so bad.”

You nod, shakily removing your legs from around his waist. He guides you to the position he wants, your head resting on the mattress as he squeezes your ass.

“You’re still so fucking wet,” he groans, a slap resonating around the room. “Might wanna hold on, pretty girl. I’m not going easy on you.”

Despite being an absolute rag doll, you clench in excitement at the idea of having him inside you again. You push back toward him, urging him to fuck you. He uses his knee to nudge your legs apart, and even though they’re shaking, you plan on letting him pound into you until they fucking give out.

He runs the head up and down your folds, switching between barely pushing his tip inside and tapping it on your clit.

“God, I can’t fucking take this anymore,” Chenle growls, and the next thing you know, he’s thrusting inside you with as much force as he can. You scream, gripping onto the sheets and biting down on a pillow to attempt to silence yourself.

With all the stimulation, you feel constantly on the edge of another orgasm. His hips slap against your ass, the clapping sounds emphasizing your pleasure. Squelches of wetness float around too, the stickiness dripping down your thighs onto the bed the longer he has you in this position.

He shifts slightly so his balls smack your twitching clit with every thrust. You’re barely able to think straight, and you’re half-sure you’re drooling, but Chenle slams you into your third orgasm of the night rather easily. Your legs threaten to buckle, and he loops his arm around you to keep you up.

After a couple more thrusts, he moans loudly and spills deep inside you, chest heaving at the effort. Both of you wait in silence for a few moments, him to regain composure and you to remember how to breathe. He gently pulls out of you, turning you to drop your back down on the mattress. Once he gets out of bed, he stops in front of you and pulls you to the edge by your ankles. Nudging your legs apart, he sinks down to his knees.

“What are you doing?” you ask, rising up to your shaky elbows.

“Need a taste,” he says, mesmerized by the mess leaking out of your entrance. Swiping some of it up on his finger, he offers it to you. “Taste us, pretty girl. We’re so good together.”

You lean closer and wrap your lips around him, giving a harsh suck before you release him.

“God, baby, your pussy is so perfect when you’re leaking my cum.”

You’re not expecting him to move forward and flatten his tongue against your core. He holds your hips down to the bed, tentatively licking your slit. Without much effort from him, he’s reduced you to a mewling mess again, core throbbing with sensitivity even when he barely touches you. Your arms immediately give out, slumping you back onto the sheets as he works your core with his tongue.

It’s odd how much the idea of him eating you out when he came inside you turns you on. As limp as your body is, you relish in all of the pleasure he’s willing to give you. His tongue dances around your slit, alternating between slipping it between your folds and flicking your clit. You lazily tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging just enough for him to moan against you.

Your hips jerk when his lips wrap around your bud, and next thing you know, his hands hold you down. You call out his name, pulling with the grip you have on his hair to tell him you’re much too sensitive to continue.

“I know, baby,” he murmurs, blowing cold air on you. “Just a little bit more, okay? One more time.”

And then he’s back at the apex of your thighs, working much faster and harsher with his movements to get you to the edge faster. You shatter all over again, a mantra of noises passing by your lips as your thighs clench around his head.

You must actually black out for a moment, because when you come to, Chenle has pulled away from your core, his lips and chin coated with your arousal. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, his expression equally as exhausted as yours.

He grabs a towel to clean you up, but both of you are beyond tired from all the activity. You shift up on your bed, not bothering to say anything else to him as you slide beneath your blanket. When you and Chenle did things before, he always stayed. He always pulled you into his chest and whispered sweet nothings into your ear until you fell asleep.

You’re not sure if that will be the case today.

Except he does. He carefully crawls into bed next to you, turning you toward him and pulling you to him. Kissing the top of your head, he taps his fingers against your arm.

“I really missed you,” he says.

“Me, too.” You nod, but something makes your heart twist in your chest.

“Can I be honest for a second?”

“Of course.”

“I knew the pictures were there,” he whispers. “Maybe it’s shitty, but I couldn’t delete them. Sometimes, I looked back at our old conversations—not the sexual ones—and just…thought of you. I couldn’t do anything to erase you and what we did from my life. I didn’t want to.”

You wonder if that’s his idea of a confession. If he’s trying to tell you he has unresolved feelings for you.

“Then why did you stay with her?”

“I don’t know.” He shrugs. “Everyone liked her. My mom told me she thought I’d end up marrying her. She obviously didn’t know about…this. But I couldn’t fucking stop, (Y/N). Everything came back to you.”

“We’ll talk about this in the morning,” you offer. “I’m exhausted.”

“Yeah…” Chenle takes a deep breath. “Yeah. Let’s talk in the morning.”

You and Chenle wake at the same time, to the sound of his phone on the bedside table. Groaning, you massage your forehead and turn away from him. When he answers it, your interest is piqued.

“Hey.” Sleep still weighs on his voice, making it scratchy. “No, I’m not at home.”

There’s a pause, and the vague sound of the other person responding makes your heart twist violently in your chest. It’s her.

“Would you stop jumping to conclusions? I’m at Jisung’s.” Irritation laces in his tone.

You should say something. Let her know somehow that he’s lying, but you don’t. You stay silent in your hurt and wait to see what he could possibly do next.

“Yeah, forgive me for not wanting to be alone after what happened.” Chenle scoffs and runs his fingers through his hair. A sigh follows. “Damn it, I told you that was done. I’m sorry you saw those, okay? They’re from…over a year ago. It didn’t seem relevant to bring it up, and she’s still my friend, so.”

Friend. You almost laugh out loud, but again, you don’t say a word.

“Yeah, of course. Where?”

Another pause from Chenle.

“Yeah, I’ll stop by my house and then I’ll be over there. I’ll see you in half an hour?”

Your heart feels like it’s being shredded into a thousand tiny pieces.

“Thank you.” He sighs, his body deflating. “I’m so sorry for all of this, you know that, right? I’ll see you soon. I love you.”

Tears sting your eyes, and as soon as he hangs up the phone, he hops up to go grab his clothes from the living room. You sit up in your bed, blanket clutched to your chest as you watch him scramble to get dressed.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N), I have to go,” he says, walking back into your room. Leaning in, he attempts to press a kiss to your lips. You turn away from him, chewing the inside of your cheek.

“Where are you going?” you ask, even though you already know the answer.

“She…She wants to talk it out. And I have to go. You understand why, right?” His eyes widen as he scans over your face.

When you say nothing, he sighs.

“I’ll text you later. You can answer or not. Whatever you want to do.” He walks toward the door to your bedroom, but you stop him when he reaches the threshold.

Your eyes sting, your body’s sore, and all you wanted was to tell him the truth this morning. Now it’s clear to you—he’ll never feel the same way for you. He’ll drop anything and everything—you included—if it meant getting her back.

“Chenle.”

He stops, turning to you.

“She’s going to make you choose,” you warn him. “Between her and me.”

Chenle pauses, fingertips gripping the frame. “I know.”

With that, you have nothing else to say, and he wouldn’t have time to hear it anyway. He leaves without another word to you, and when he’s far enough away, your tears finally fall. You want to scream and yell, but your throat is too raw from the long night before to even attempt it.

#nct #nct dream #chenle #nct imagines #nct dream smut #nct scenarios #zhong chenle #chenle x reader #chenle angst #chenle fluff #chenle smut #nct smut #nct angst

[chansbabygirlsstuff]

Just a bet | Chapter 4

Paring:!badboyChanx!reader

Your POV

As I get out of the car, I can see the flashing colored lights that blind my sight as I wait for Chan to get out of the car I nervously stare at the people outside and inside the house, the sliding glass doors that let the visibility of everyone outside see what's going on inside.

"Are you ready?" he tells me next to some excited to get the party going "Yeah" I try to sound as excited as him.

We go inside the house, the atmosphere is hot, with bodies pressing along each other, dirty dancing on the floor, sloppy kisses in a corner, and alcohol by the door.

trying to squeeze through the crowd was a challenge as Chan took me to meet his friends, yeah, his friends, we'll see how that goes.

"what's up," Chan shouted trying to make a conversation with the boys over the loud music 

"This is y/n everyone!" he presented me to his group of friends 

everyone greeted you in a friendly way 

"hey I'm Felix" he made his way to your hand in a friendly way  "Hi Felix I'm Y/n"

"yeah we've heard of you," a boy with a cute smile said "Oh my name is I.N btw" 

you bowed a little to greet him. 

As everyone greeted you, you looked everywhere trying to get used to the ambiance around you

"Well, I'm going to get myself something to drink. do you want something?" he asked me shouting near my ear because of the loud music "Yeah sure," I said shyly as I felt him close to me he left me with his friends to enter the kitchen I felt the music get louder and people started jumping and dancing to the song, but I felt a grip my hip and sway me to the music and his hand guided lower to my leg centering in my lower body more and more so I turn around but encounter a random guy, the guy that was trying to dance with me!! my eyes widen and I slapped him in the face and left as I heard him scream "What the Fuck you bitch?" and run to the kitchen as I was passing by someone blew a cloud of smoke on my face, I coughed violently "What the fuck dude?!" I look back as he looks high as hell and smirks at me, I roll my eyes and look for Chan all over the big kitchen and see him leaning against a counter talking to a girl who is all over him touching his chest and almost putting her leg on top of him. 

I stare at him but his eyes find mine and he straightens his pose trying to get to me, but I leave and try to find the door, I find Changbin grinding with a girl and getting in my way, Felix sees me and stops me "what happened where are you going?" he tells me with a concerned face "nothing I just need some air" I said trying to pass me but he stopped me again. "ok you can come to me and tell me if anything happens" he smiles to me reassuringly. I swear he is too nice to be with these shitholes.

As I get out of the place I call my sister but I don't get enough signal as I walk further away from the house, I kick a rock out of frustration and try to call my sister again but nothing, I hate my fucking life, as I'm walking downhill to get to the city and call cab I feel chill as is very cold outside and I didn't bring warm clothes. 

I fucking hate that he lied to me, he said he was going to stay all night with me but no, he went with another chick to flirt or make out!, but why am I even bothered considering that I know his reputation from people who told me all around school? 

I seriously need help and stop reading those fake ass books that only get me to illusion myself to think he was being nice to me for a reason... or two... but that's not the case, I need to learn that what goes through my mind is not real, only the books can have that delusion written all over it.

I also feel scared as that weird man touched me like that, it was so inappropriate and I feel disgusting because of it, doesn't he know what respect is? I feel so uncomfortable for letting myself go into an ambiance that I know is not my safe zone, I feel guilty as I felt someone touch my body that way even if I didn't want to, While in my thoughts my tears escape my eyes as I'm sobbing, how stupid am I? 

I huff as the night gets colder and scarier as there is no source of light in this street, it gets creepier and alone but see a car turn and start following me behind, but the blinding lights of it don't let me see who it is, so I start walking faster, the creeps running through my spine and the hairs of my skin rise against my leather jacket. but the car reaches my steps and stands next to me as I see it roll down the window 

"Why did you go?" oh... it's Christopher  

"Nothing I'm fine, you can go back if you want" I do not look at him as I know my eyes must be red from crying and continue walking.

"no I promised you I would be with you" he continued the car at my pace

"well I didn't see anything of that happening" I walked faster as I didn't want to see him but his car followed next to me "I'm sorry okay?" he stopped the car and got out of it and ran to me 

He grabs my shoulders as he stands right in front of me "Let's just get inside the car and talk about it yeah?" he tries to persuade me to get in the car, and I do.

"why'd you leave" he says as I try to put my seatbelt on 

"well I didn't see you so I thought you left" I lie

"but you saw in the kitchen tho," he says the truth like an idiot 

"yeah but I saw you were busy so I thought you wouldn't spend time with me at the party," I said looking down feeling like a child who is about to get scolded 

"no love I promised you I would be there and yes I apologized because I left and talked to someone else, but my intention never was to leave you alone," he says looking at me but my head held low "But you did" I mumbled, he sighed "I'm sorry ok?" he expresses himself by putting his hand on my thigh and then on his chest "I promise to never do that again, that was very low of me" I looked at him while he looked at me, fucking butterflies why now, I feel the heat hit my ears and cheeks, I need to get a hold of myself

"but even when you saw you should've talked to me," he said starting the car once dating and driving, "yeah but either way I was uncomfortable," I said as I checked if my makeup was ruined on the car's mirror.

"why love did someone do something to you?" he said caringly

"Yeah, a guy... you know" I stopped as I felt my eyes get watery "he touched me inappropriately"

"He touched you" he exclaimed as he was surprised by my answer

"Yeah I was very scared," I said cleaning my tears   

"Did you do something about it? you should have called me or one of the guys" he raises his voice in anger 

"I'm sorry" I apologize and he changes his mood

"I'm not mad at you love, I'm mad at that bastard, he can't be treating ladies like you like that," he said looking at the road a bit mad "And don't cry ok? You're at least safe, you with me now" he smiles and caresses my shoulder, fucking butterflies again, am I that touched deprived or is he just too touchy to have talked a week ago?

"how about  if we go do something you like?" he says and I nod 

"what do you like to do at night" his sweet and caring smile looks at me as I look out the window of shyness

"I like to walk at night and eat some ice cream, I like quiet places" I express my liking to him as he pays attention to me 

"ok so let us go to the park and eat some ice cream," he says enthusiastically 

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Hi my lovelies

Here is the 4th chapter sorry for being late I promise to post another one soon!

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[hyperactivewhore]

Why do you think that many people tend to devalue Klaus’s relationship with Cami, Aurora, and even Hayley? Honestly, I think that out of all his love interests in the show, Klaus truly only loved Cami, Aurora, and Hayley. Cami understood Klaus very well, and she loved him despite all his flaws. Cami encouraged him to become a better person for Hope. And when Klaus was imprisoned, the person he imagined was Cami.

Klaus was hung up on Aurora for centuries. He painted her constantly. While he loved Cami, he definitely also loved Aurora. He’s the type of person that falls in love forever. And while this is a super unpopular opinion, I think that if he was alive during Legacies, he would’ve ended up with Aurora.

Hayley wasn’t really a love interest and I don’t think Klaus loved her romantically - but he totally loved her platonically. She was his best friend. He truly valued her as a person and respected her so much.

Say what you want about Klaus, but he had excellent taste in romantic partners. All his lovers, including Caroline, are beautiful and amazing. And this is no hate to Caroline and Klaus shippers, but I really think that Klaus only loved Cami, Aurora, and Hayley. His feelings for Caroline are rather shallow when compared to his feelings for Cami, Aurora, and Hayley - so why do you think so many people ship Caroline and Klaus together?

Oh anon, I love talking about Klaus Mikaelson and his fucked up relationships.

Why people ship klaroline? Whenever I come across shippers of them, they always say it's because Klaus and Caroline had the biggest chemistry in all of tvdu. Which, in my opinion, is false. I personally think Caroline looks uncomfortable and pissed off with Klaus in half of their interactions, and their development is so bad done and weird so they just have him give her puppy eyes out of nowhere and have her laughing at his jokes when she hated him the episode before.

I think that a big part of why people ship klaroline is because Caroline was the first woman Klaus showed an romantic interest in in the series. We have Klaus who is the villain, who until the moment has been nothing but evil to everyone around him and out of nowhere he gets soft for her, so people lost their shit and started shipping them like crazy. Which mind you, is exactly like happened: Candice herself said klaroline just happened because the fans liked them.

But in my opinion it was just stupid. If they wanted Klaus to have any interest in Caroline, they should have built it better; the only explanation we get of his interest in her is nearly ten years later when Caroline says in The Originals she believes he only liked her because she reminded him of when he was human, innocent and young. And I kinda get this, because despite how much he goes on about being feared Klaus does love having people who say he can be saved, loved and etc.

The fact that the plot and timeline was often bended to their will is a turn off for many fans as well and it always pissed me off too because it didn't make sense and still doesn't. The biggest example I can think of right now is when Klaus sent her money for the Salvatore school: he was supposed to be trapped in Marcel's dungeon by then, but the timeline of these shows has never made any sense anyway. Or how in they inserted Klaus in every one of Caroline's scenes in The Originals; Daniel Gillies himself was upset by this, they even had to delete some of his scenes to fit hers in, which is a reason of why season five was so rushed and full of bad writing.

But honestly that's the main reason I can think of. Whenever I stumble across a klaroline ship the comments always are "their chemistry" or "they look so good together" and more things about the ship. I honestly think klaroline wouldn't have blew up the way it did if it had been done these last years, but many of the plots that there are in tvd wouldn't have made it to the screen if it had been streaming this year.

I fully agree with his other ships. Canonically Klaus just loved romantically three women: Tatia, Aurora and Camille. However, I don't really think he was in love with Tatia, just infatuated. He's not as affected by her as Elijah is, but once Klaus loves you or he takes a serious romantic interest in someone he really never forgets about them: Camille and Aurora are the biggest proof of this.

Losing Aurora really took a toll on him and shaped him to be the character we know and people often brush over this because they don't like Aurora/for shipping reasons. I think she's his most interesting romantic relationship, and they're my favorite tvdu ship. It's kinda canon he loved her more than any of his other love interests and don't get me wrong, I love Klaus and Camille but in my opinion Klaus always forgot about her whenever Aurora was around which just pissed me off.

If Cami had remained dead by the time Legacies took place, I do believe Klaus and her would have gotten back together. To me, Aurora was never truly evil and I think they should have handled her character better, but Klaus understood her even after everything she did to him and viceversa, and their chemistry is just so perfect and they had sexual tension in every one of their interactions. But if Cami had been alive, I honestly think Klaus would have remained with her.

Everyone who follows me knows I believe Klaus loved Aurora romantically the most, but by the time Legacies takes place Klaus would probably adore Cami a lot more than it's already shown in canon and perhaps they would even be married, and she was good for him and his family. In the modern day, Aurora wasn't good for him or his family at all (she was literally trying to kill Hope) and in general, she needed to work on herself, to try to let go of Tristan's abuse before getting into a relationship with the man whose family is responsible for her fucked up mental health.

However, I do think Hope would stop her family if they tried to kill Aurora, she's really empathetic in these kind of things and they had a slight respect for each other by the time Aurora died. Klaus and her would probably talk, perhaps she would even have a conversation with Camille before leaving to live her best life which it's what should have happened in canon. Hayley would probably thank her for saving her daughter too, and I think they - by this I mean the whole Mikaelson family - would agree to try to not kill each other again, but who knows with them?

I love Klaus and Hayley together. Whether people ship them romantically or not isn't important to me, I can see their potential and though I personally think they wouldn't work, I can understand why other people do. I really like how often she stands up to him whenever she feels he's getting too cocky, or when it comes to their daughter. I love how much their relationship developed in the last three seasons and how gutted he was after her death, he didn't just love her for being his mother's daughter but for being his best friend and family. It was beautiful for me to see how much Hayley fought for him and never gave up, they deserved to raise their daughter together or at least, Hope deserved it.

And I honestly agree: he has amazing taste. I would get with any of these girls in an instant, they're all beautiful.

#anti klaroline #klaus mikaelson #hayley marshall #aurora de martel #camille o'connell #caroline forbes #klamille #klayley #klaurora #the originals #the vampire diaries #legacies

[sweetprettyprincess]

— BTS TAKING YOUR VIRGINITY (HYUNG LINE)

warnings: pwp,female!reader, virginity loss, unprotected sex

notes: this is a repost from my sideblog

english isn't my native language so please excuse any mistakes and let me know

Kim Seokjin

early on in the relationship, you made it clear to jin that you would like to wait to have your first time after getting married, and he respected your decision. the three years at your side before asking you to become his wife were just amazing, it's not like he didn't miss sex but there were so many other things occupying his mind when he was in your company that sex became completely irrelevant in the face of the conversations you had.

on your wedding night, you weren't nervous or afraid, because there was the man you chose to spend the rest of your life with, and you trusted him more than yourself. you was sure of the respect and love he had for you, you knew you would be treated well.

while you exchanged passionate kisses, he laid you on the bed carefully, with his main objective in mind to prioritize your pleasure. when he undressed you, he couldn't stop praising your body and also the sheer white lace lingerie that barely covered your breasts and bottom, then he also got rid of his own clothes and allowed you to contemplate the well defined abs and the touched.

he started with a trail of kisses starting at your neck, paused as he reached your breasts and kissed both of them still covered by the lace before releasing your bra with your help, and then he blew on your nipples and grabbed one, while using magnets. hands to grope the other. the sounds emitted from your lips sounded like a sweet melody. he continues his journey until he reaches your panties, and maintains eye contact by sliding the garment down your legs and bringing it close to his face in order to smell you. delicious. jin's next actions surprised you in the best possible way; his skillful tongue in contact with your pussy was amazing, an indescribable feeling, you felt like you went to heaven and you were so disappointed to return. "you'll only come when i'm inside you, baby," was what he said with a sly smile.

the sight of his big, thick, erect cock jumping toward his stomach made you nervous, but the tender smile on his lips reassured you. "you know i would never hurt you, right?" he didn't lie when he said that. he slid inside you slowly, allowing you to adjust to his length and when you finally gave him the signal to move, it was amazing. his movements were slow but deep and very precise, passionate kisses were exchanged and passionate looks.

Min Yoongi

when you revealed that you had not yet sexually related to anyone before, it was not at all surprised. yoongi knew he was your first boyfriend and, in addition, your reactions to the tuned touches and suggestive comments coming from him were comic. you left half obvious. however, it's not like he's complaining, quite the contrary!

you told him that you wanted to take things slowly, that you would like him to teach you to please him and how to please yourself, so that only then you were beyond and that's exactly what he did. you started with hottest kisses on the couch, you sitting on his lap, touches a little more daring, dirty talk ...

he treated you so well! he made sure to go over the foreplay in order to make you come at least twice before sliding inside you, and even though it was really painful stretching your boyfriend's fat cock, it still felt so good. felt so full, complete, dumb as fuck. he held still for a few moments to let you get used to the invasion, he spread kisses all over your face to distract you and damn it was delicious the feeling of your warm walls squeezing your cock for the first time when you begged him to move.

Jung Hoseok

well, hoseok was really happy when you chose him to be your first, but at the same time extremely worried about the big responsibility. the last thing he wanted was to ruin your first time and turn it into a traumatic experience for you, no way! so he strove to make it memorable.when you entered the room, you saw the bed covered in white silk sheets, a heart drawn with red rose petals and some scented candles scattered on the floor.

"you're so corny hobi", you smile as you feel him wrap his arms around your waist and rest his chin on your shoulder. "i love you".

"i love you too, babygirl," he places a kiss on the crook of your neck. "i really love".

he was a true gentleman, so patient and understanding. he entered you slowly, attentive to your every reaction to his movements.

Kim Namjoon

when a heated makeout session on the couch was interrupted by your nervousness and you decided to tell him you hadn't had sex yet, you had a long conversation about virginity being, in very reality, a sexist social construct, so you shouldn't be worrying about having sex before you're ready just to get rid of the virgin label.

he worked so hard to quell your nervousness through comforting words and his prefect good humor to lighten the vibe, that at the moment you were completely calm, while he was freaking out inside and dropping several, several curiosities a minute .

"...also, it doesn't necessarily have to be painful. if you..." you interrupted him connecting your lips to his.

"baby, i really appreciate what you're trying to do, but i need you to shut up and fuck me right now!"

and that's what he did and, just like he's been saying for the last twenty minutes, it wasn't horrible and painful as people make it out to be. the wetness between your legs helped him in easily and there was a slight discomfort, but nothing to overcome the pleasure provided by his big cock.

#bts scenarios #bts smut #bts reactions #hoseok smut #yoongi smut #namjoon smut #seokjin smut #yoongi x female reader #namjoon x female reader #hoseok x female reader #seokjin x female reader

[uglypastels]

eddie getting his wisdom teeth pulled !! you know what im talking about !!!

double combo deal with a request for a reader who is scared of the dentist so Eddie goes with her :)) hope you enjoy it. i am kind of about to pass out since its 2 am so this might not be perfect haha, but if anything that might just add to post-op Eddie

warnings: swearing, friendly teasing, pillow fight/playful hitting, in casual conversation the mention of sexual content [masturbation, oral] and innuendos. dentistry, the mention of getting teeth pulled out [obviously]. mention of deep anaesthetic.

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It was no secret that Eddie Munson had a very… daredevil spirit. He also had a lot of curiosity that needed to be filled up, which ended up with him trying many things people would never even have considered in their wildest dreams. It was a miracle that he had not ended up in the hospital. 

Another thing about Eddie you should, and do, know. He likes to have a good time. And what an excellent time to be had if it's enhanced with a little extra. His go-to was weed, special K if he felt very adventurous (and bored), and he had dabbled in some other things. But there was one thing he still had not done. 

'You are insane,' was your immediate response to his newest suggestion. 'Like, actually, clinically insane.' 

'Oh c'mon, I think it's gonna be a great time, and you're going in already, so why not hit two stones with one bird.' 

'Two birds with one stone.' 

'Where has your imagination gone, y/n,' he sighed, leaning back on the sofa. You just stared at him, dumbfounded. 'Anyway, I already made the appointment, so, go cry about it.' 

'The fuck you didn't– Eddie!' you threw, no, actually, you just hit him with the pillow repeatedly. 'Why are you such a moron.'

'I'm doing you a favour here, missy.' he pointed at you, the joint hanging casually between his fingers. 'When you're up there, worrying about me getting high off my ass, you'll be too busy freaking out when he's drilling into you, so, hard.' He made some suggestive movements and emphasised groans to pull in the joke even better, which resulted in another hit with the fluffy pillow from you. 

'You're a moron, Eddie Munson.' you said every word between a hit until he stopped you by bringing his hand forward and catching the pillow mid-movement. 

'And you,' he blew the smoke out over your face, 'need to come up with some better insults.' His mind was set in stone; there was no going back. His idiotic plan was set into motion, 

And what was this plan?

  Well, you saw it all happen the following Thursday, when both of you skipped class, legally for once, and were sitting in the waiting room of the dentist's office. Your leg bounced around as Eddie looked through a magazine– a cosmo, unfortunately for you, reading some of the articles aloud for everyone else in the room to hear. 

'Tip number six, 6. "Don't let stressing about an orgasm ruin the fun:

''Masturbate clitorally to orgasm before having intercourse. If it is possible, let your lover masturbate you—" hey, I wasn't done with that!' He said as you ripped the pages out of his hands. 

'No, I think you were actually, Jesus, Munchie.' you put the magazine back in the rack of others, letting the pretty blue eyes of the lady on the cover staring right back at you. Eddie was giggling when you sat back down. 'Do you have no self-respect?' You hissed out now, feeling the need to compensate with silence for Eddie's boisterousness. 

'I'm not the one who put those things on display at the fucking dentist,' he leaned over and whispered back, but still quite loudly. 'Also, I'm hungry.' 

'Too bad.' You had told him to eat before, but no, his stubborn little ass just had to go against everything you suggested. And the smoke he joined right before getting to the dentist's office was probably not helping his appetite. God, this was such a bad idea. 

Not that you had anything to do with it. You were just an innocent bystander, trying to get their filling fixed. Meanwhile, the degenerate besides you had already gotten stoned out of his mind as he pregamed for what was to come. You didn't know if your nerves were coming from your own appointment or what Eddie was getting into. 

You had pulled two other magazines out of Eddie's grip before a door opened and a man in a white coat walked up, looking at his clipboard. 'Munson?' He looked up, finding Eddie raising his hand. No, but you were supposed to be getting your procedure done first. This wasn't right. 

'I'm sorry, but he had had an appointment at 4, while mine is at…' you checked the clock that read quarter to 4, 'well, now.' 

'Don't worry, Dr Fields will be with you shortly. You'll be in room 3, most likely,' the doctor said, leading Eddie to the door where a number 4 was written. Close enough. But you still wanted to protest. That was why you had come together, so he could support you while you then could watch over him as he burned up some more of his brain cells with this ludicrous experiment. 

Eddie turned around just before walking into the room, giving you a thumbs up. You smiled weakly and waited another few minutes for your dentist, Dr Fields, to show up with his little clipboard. Then, it was time to face your fears. 

The procedure went smoothly, thankfully. You lay down in the chair as they blinded you with the bright light for about ten minutes. You tried to breathe steadily through your nose, ignoring the taste of the gloves in your mouth. Instead, you concentrated on Eddie, who was in the room next to yours, getting his damn wisdom teeth pulled out. You could still not believe he was doing it, and for what? Just to feel how it is to be high on the anaesthesia. 

No, not entirely true. He had been recommended to get the procedure done, but it wasn't necessary… but it was enough for Eddie to take the opportunity and go for it. How often would this opportunity present itself before him again? 

Your mouth felt numb and sore at the same time as you thanked your dentist and got out of the room, kind of hoping Eddie would be waiting outside for you, but he was still in the procedure room. You could hear the machines whirring from inside. So, even though you had been done already and wanted nothing more but to leave the place, you stayed behind in the waiting room, counting down the minutes until that other doctor would come out and tell you to pick your Eddie up and get home. 

But time wouldn't move, or so it seemed, so you picked up a magazine– the same Cosmpolitan Eddie had been reading you– and flipped through the pages, ignoring the all-knowing glint the receptionist was giving you. That is not what you had been looking for. Instead, you wanted to see the personality quiz at the back.  

After figuring out that "yes, you do have to dump him", you put it away on the seat next to you and stared at the door. The feeling in your cheek was coming back. Not much later, and you could probably smile again correctly. 

And then you heard the machines stop making their awful sounds, and the doctor walked back out, almost surprised to see you as if he expected Eddie to step out of there alone. 

'Is he ok?' you got up, already prepared to walk in. 

'Yes, yes, of course. He might  still be a bit loopy, so don't be too rough on him for the next few hours.' 

'Right.' You could feel your mouth tug irregularly on one side as it was still out cold. But you walked past the dentist and into the room where Eddie was sitting. 

'Hey,' you said softly so as not to startle him, but this was Eddie you were talking about; of course, he would be the one to scare you with his loud call of your name. It made you wince, even. It was unexpected for him to see him have so much energy after that. 

'y/n, c'mere.' He waved his hand to you until you were close enough that his knee touched yours. He took your hand in his, swaying it broadly from one side to the other; his heavy lids covered his eyes that followed as your hands moved. 'How do I look?' He asked, looking back at you. There was no thought behind his eyes, which were big and hazy, out of focus. His smile was a bit misformed by what had been performed on his mouth, cotton pads filling up his cheeks, which distorted some of his speech.

'Puffy...' you suggested the word, not sure how else to describe him. But for some reason, well, a clear one, Eddie found it hilarious and started giggling, then laughing, harder and louder, until he had to stop because it hurt his mouth. 

'You think you're good to go home?' you asked him once his pain had subsided. 

'Mhm,' and to prove himself, Eddie got up from the chair. He wobbled around a bit, reaching out for your shoulder to hold on to, but he was stable. 'You know,' he giggled again, as if the pain had already been forgotten (which it most likely was), 'that guy drilled me so hard.' 

'Did he now?' you asked, giving him your best trying-to-sound-impressed voice and face while really you were just trying to figure out how you would get this half-conscious man into your car. 

'He drilled me good, y/n. So good.' Of course, he had said it in the middle of the waiting area you were passing through, making the people that had now taken your waiting seats stare at him (and, therefore, you in association) in horror. You tried to give them your most apologetic smile while escorting Eddie out of the building. 

'Please tell me you are at least feeling good,' you groaned as he pushed all his weight onto you. 

'Oh, yeah, I feel fantastic,' he slurred, and you could tell he wasn't lying. Mostly because his mind was so far gone by the anaesthesia that he probably didn't have the brain capacity to form lies, but also because he did seem to look good—all wild and free and happy like he usually did on a high. 

'Well, that's good to hear then,' you managed to get your carkeys and opened the door for Eddie, who slipped right into the passenger seat. He played with the belt buckle, getting it stuck around him a few times, but you helped with that too. 

'You're pretty,' Eddie said, to which you replied with a "you're welcome", as you had expected him to say something around the realm of a thank you.

'Sorry, I mean, thanks,' so you quickly recovered, going to the other side of the car to get in yourself and behind the wheel. 

'You're welcome,' he said. 'Sorry, I mean, thanks.' ah, so he was just repeating you; that wouldn't get old any time soon. Surely not by the time you reached the traffic lights at the corner of the building, about a minute later. 

'Eddie,' you'd say. 

'Eddie' would be his response to this. Until he didn't and started to repeat your name. 'y/n, y/n, y/nnn,' he slurred his words again, not clear whether it was because of his fatigue or the wooziness that came with the sedation. 

'What is it, Munchie?' you asked him, taking a turn. 

'This feels really good.' he said, head against the headrest, turned to face you as you drove. 

'Yeah?' it felt like you were about to have a repeat of the previous conversation in the dentist's office and that Eddie was about to start talking about getting drilled by that dentist, but no. 

'I'm really happy that you're here.' he said, shocking your system. As another traffic light turned red, you looked over at him. His eyes had gained some focus again and were looking straight at you. 

'Oh, of course, I'm here.' the lights turned green, and you drove on. 

'Good. Don't ever leave me, ok?' he started playing with his hair, mindlessly chewing it, which you could not imagine did not hurt him. 

'I'm not going anywhere, Munchie,' you promised him. 

'You better don't. What would I do without you?' 

'Maybe not get high on general anaesthesia?' 

thank you for reading

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[kimdokja-real]

Kim Dokja's Friends Here, We're Back. We're Sorry for Leaving Kim Dokja Alone.

ANyway we'll try not to type in CAPS. Kim Dokja likes CAPS because it makes things less serious.

We have two things to do, upload his singing and speak about his Past.

We Really want Kim Dokja to be Loved, and we don't want him to hide anymore.

Alright, so...

Kim Dokja was Once part of a Fandom, called Durarara. He became so famous there that everyone called him Senpai, Sensei, even Jesus. Someone said 'I wonder if Heaven looks better than your blog My Body is Ready' He Even Made Haters of the Pairing Shizaya Convert to Loving the Pairing and looking forward to see it Happen in Canon. He was that Good, but of course this Dense Guy Didn't see he was that good. His Butterfly and Camellia Theory blew up in a single night, with over 200+ notes, and famous popular people in the fandom reblogged it. Kim Dokja eventually became so famous and popular and loved in the fandom, he practically went from a nobody to controlling the fandom.

Everyone Loved him. He was the God of the Fandom. When He Posted his First theory, Butterfly and Camellia Theory, Everyone was like OMG and Everyone, every single person Welcomed him to the fandom including the popular people who had like 1000+ 2000+ followers. Everyone was so fascinated at the new Analyzer who managed to sweep off the (stagnant) fandom with One Move. I am not even exaggerating.

However, Kim Dokja was Scarred.

It was all Heaven for Kim Dokja a while, he received praises through Asks, everyone praised him to high heaven, looked upon him like he was a god, And He Was Very Happy. Since he was Lonely in Real Life. He didn't think he could experience such love in his life. He didn't think something like that could ever happen to him. Of Course, He Didn't Think He Was Worthy of it, but he happily replied every message even with doubt.

Then everything came crashing down, popular people who were scared of the new talented person whom Everyone Loved, who had Changed the Fandom, Leading to Less Love for their blog which they 'worked so hard on', were jealous of Kim Dokja. So they reblogged his posts and spoke badly about them, claiming the author did not say this or that...and that he was reading too deeply into things, the pairing is not real, only for fanservice. Basically they disrespected the Hell out of him. And Used their Popularity as a Status for Being Right.

They pressurized him, sent anon hate. And Everyone Fought back. People were really Angry for Kim Dokja's Sake. Everyone fought to Defend Kim Dokja, their analyst god. And when they sent in their loving encouraging messages saying don't be worried about the haters, Kim Dokja felt guilty because there was a Fandom War because of him, one sole person. Someone told him to calm down. Someone defended him from anon hate calling him a bitch, saying they were the bitch because people self-project onto others and that Kim Dokja had people who care about her. someone asked senpai if 'she' was okay. Someone even was like it's been 4 days, are you okay? Kim Dokja was that popular and loved.

All the girls who shipped Shizaya with their life loved him. And a few guys too, two of which he got to know.

But he received challenges from the popular people through their reblogs and their fucking scaredy cat anon asks, However being Kim Dokja, he replied one of them seriously with information......and they left him alone out of respect. (It's the Afterlife now, So We Know). One person who Disagreed with him with their own analyses, with the pairing Shizaya since one of the guys acted a lot like their brother, Ended up agreeing with him so much, he went to Kim Dokja for analyses on whether Shizuo and Izaya could Love each other in canon. Because Kim Dokja was that respectful and polite to people. People admired him for that. They Changed their Mind for him.

But it was still a lot of pressure on Kim Dokja.

He Didn't feel the Love, he just felt the Pressure and Everything, being in the centre of a Fandom War with Most People on his Side ('please don't be sad, there are People who aren't even your Followers who care about you.) and Less People (but the Popular People) on the Other Side.

(Imagine being New, and when you post a Theory, a Fandom War Starts Over your Post, and it Includes the Most Popular People in the Fandom Whom Everyone Go To For Years For Fics and Information.)

Many people said 'Please dont' be sad', but Kim Dokja's mother scolded him until he cried and shamed him for it 'Why are you Crying' so Kim Dokja didn't know how important it was to not be sad.

Eventually, it got so Bad One Thing the person who started it all said, contained so much Negative energy, Kim Dokja literally felt sick from it. His stomach suddenly burned up and it felt like he was dying, but he did not die. He fell intensely sick, and he ended up being hospitalized.

This was when Kim Dokja got his health issue of Acid Reflux, which is when the acid in your stomach travels up your eosphagus, throat, and you feel the acid taste in your mouth and your stomach doesn't feel good either. (And this caused him many problems in the future. When Kim Dokja Did NOthing Wrong.)

Yeah, the situation was so bad, Kim Dokja added up being hosptalized from it, from the emotional turmoil, negative energy, psychological stress. He almost died.

Kim Dokja returned from the hospital, and went back to the fandom. With his sense of responsibility. People loved and were still concerned about him, but the war was still raging, only a bit tamer. Eventually he snapped and let out his true emotions and feelings, saying they were treating him like an outcast, like the outcast Izaya from the Durarara fandom. The popular person who started it all called ruka spoke about the post on her blog, complaining saying she was stressed and handling a lot of shit, she didn't mean it that way...............and her grandmother was in the hospital.

Now Kim Dokja literally went to the hospital himself, with an almost near death experience, but when he heard that her grandmother was in the hospital, he felt so bad he apologized and said sorry and suggested to end it with the post, which thankfully the popular person agreed (for their reputation but whatever). This is how Kind Kim Dokja was. Is.

And So it Ended there, as Kim Dokja continued to make his Analyses and Theories for the Fandom, Even with a Masterlist, but the Scar Never left his heart.

And They Were his former friends too.

Yes, the popular people who Waged a Fandom War Against Him were his friends, Kim Dokja 'got lucky', expressed his admiration for those people, and they talked a bit with the most popular person liking him enough to send :3 emoticon or love emoticon and the other popular person who was her best friend being cheerful and they enjoyed their talks together.

But when his Butterfly and Camellia Theory Exploded the Fandom, they Quit Being His Friends out of nowhere. Kim Dokja didn't understand it and still tried to keep their relationship, (he's not very socially attuned), but they were already Too Jealous.

Yeah, Kim Dokja's Life was Fucked Up...Heaven to Hell with a single Post. You think this sort of thing only happens in Anime, No, it really happened to Kim Dokja.

But Kim Dokja continued with his analyses, he got like at least 3 asks in his inbox each day, while juggling with university life at the same time in the best University in the country. People continued to love him, but Kim Dokja couldn't feel the love.

Years later, the person who started it all came into an anon ask and said two simple words, 'I'm sorry...'

Kim Dokja knew it was the person, his intuition is good and he can feel energy.

So, for the person to have said such a thing, it meant the person after the fandom drama stopped, actually looked through Kim Dokja's blog and followed him and his analyses and even his life. His Life, because Kim Dokja posted bout his health issues there, said he didn't want to talk about it, but in fact it happened after the fandom Drama.

The person read it and said they were sorry. It was Years later, but the person for some reason, the same person who started the Fandom War Against Kim Dokja, Chose to Follow Kim Dokja and even Support him by reading his Analyses. Kim Dokja just has a Way with Words.

Kim Dokja Knew all this, but the Damage had been done and......he was glad even happy but.....it still didn't erase all the scars. He even doubted the message. He wasn't happy he managed to change the mindset and even heart of the popular person who had Waged a Fandom War Against Him, in the first place. A Miracle had Happened, But Kim Dokja did not see it.

This is real. Even though this is the real Kim Dokja, this is real. Here is the Theory. This is Real, it's his true experience in real life, this guy is so great he's other anime characters too but what i want to say is, this is real. It makes him seem like Kim Dokja yes, to change Everyone, but it's still a real issue in this real Kim Dokja's life. Until now

Like the wind (tumblr.com)

That's why we Want Kim Dokja to be Loved So Much, Not Only Because of What He Experienced in Omniscient Reader, As His Friends Who Lost Him There, But Also Because Of His Very Real Issues of his real life on this earth. (Because There's more.) He doesn't know how to Create things to get recognition and love, like popular things so.......we'll Create it all for him. We need to showcase his talents and let him be Loved. It's been too long. -Hansooyoung

Jung Heewon here. I Know we may seem Pushy at times, but we Really just want Kim Dokja to be Loved. Or just for People to Even See this Guy. He is so Talented, he can not only Write and Analyze Anything, but he can also Sing, and Trust me, he can also play the Guitar. And he can Sing way better than what was Posted (He's Just Shy). He went to the Best University in his Country despite all the emotional abuse from his mother saying he'll never amount to anything, saying the teachers praised him so much, handled so many group projects because people pushed all the work to him, him being so intelligent and smart, wrote about the drrr anime in his essay and got an A, and dealt with fandom and writing his fanfictions at the same time. And He's Just So Kind. After going through all that literal shit.

It took Kim Dokja like 3-4 years or was it 5 to return to Fandom Life again, and this time Omniscient Reader before the World Ended because God Said So, and We all flew up to Heaven, to the Universe, except Kim Dokja who was Stuck on Earth, because...of his Issues.

And...it really is the Afterlife. Kim Dokja's issues are so bad, We Returned to Earth to Help him clear up his human issues in the afterlife. Because he's a god in the universe.

#Yoo Joonghyuk wrote this #Kim Dokja #Yoo Joonghyuk #ORV #Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint #Kim Dokja's Real life #Kim Dokja's Past #i don't know if this is getting through to the ORV fandom #But ORV fandom #JoongDok shippers whatever #all you Self-proclaimed Kim Dokja Lovers #Everyone on the Fucking Wall #The Real Kim Dokja is Here #So Stop Worshipping the Past Kim Dokja in a Novel that Has Already Ended and Come See His Real LIfe!!! #wtf are the people who love Kim Dokja all doing damn #he should have 2000+ followers by now #even more than Last time #Stop giving notes on posts from the Past because that ORV Kim Dokja is Here #give your Notes to him Here it's the real Kim Dokja #He even revealed his voice for us he sounds like Kim Dokja #JoongDok #Kim Dokja and Friends #Kim Dokja's LIfe Story

[thegeminisage]

i guess it star trek update time. last night we watched ds9's "armageddon game" and tng's "sub rosa."

armageddon game (ds9):

this one was so fun and evil. i LOVE when obrien and julian are besties and yes they fought once but they were besties in most of this

NIGHTMARE scenario for keiko. im glad they actually put her in this instead of it happening offscreen but im sad there was no reunion :(

keiko realizing the recording had been tampered with bc of the coffee thing and then finding out that wasnt true is actually lowkey terrifying. they came THIS CLOSE. what a twist ending

quark's toast was like...strangely sweet. good for him.

i cant believe DAX was gonna keep julians journals instead of sending them back to his parents?? i also cant believe julian kept a diary for years and then decided to hand all of his diaries to his crush lol like he is insane

julian foot fetish also. don't think i forgot. i didn't. what a loser <3

these aliens being so committed to peace they'll kill people is actually kind of funny. you missed the point by lightyears

i liked how serious sisko was in this episode. he was wearing his very very very serious face. he was not fucking around. i also liked that he believed keiko INSTANTLY. on tng picard would have offered 1000000 other reasons why keiko was out of her mind bc in fairness she does sound fucking nuts but sisko believed her right away and immediately started an investigation because he trusts his people and also by extension their spouses. ugh i love him SO MUCH sisko for PRESIDENT

sub rosa (tng):

wow. wow wow wow wow wow

where do i even. BEGIN. with sub rosa

so, i knew there was a sex ghost in this episode and i was sort of aware that the sex ghost fucked or wanted to fuck beverly. but i had NO IDEA what i was truly in for

firstly, let's get this out of the way, this is a FAMILY SEX GHOST. "all the howard women have green eyes" "nana was over 100 and had a lover!" can you IMAGINE having like a family vibrator. the same vibrator your grandma used. getting off to her erotic diary entries. getting off, i repeat, to your grandma's stories about your grandma HAVING SEX with the SAME SEX GHOST who is chatting you up. beverly is INSANE

deanna took all this with so much good sportsmanship. first of all, i'm so thrilled that they're the kind of girlfriends who can share their wet dreams with one another in GRAPHIC detail. secondly, her fucking face journeys when beverly was talking about this shit in ten forward I REPEAT IN PUBLIC SHE WAS LIKE YEAH I WAS GETTING OFF TO MY GRANDMA'S DIARY

picard SOOOO put off that beverly would leave his ass to fuck a 30yo with long hair. JUSTICE! who's skipping breakfast now bitch. run around on her one more time i fucjing dare you. you WILL respect the woman you impregnated with the affair baby

speaking of affair babies, when beverly was like yeah all my family members have green eyes except mom and me i was like......is SHE the affair baby? sadly, no. but i know she had one

beverly looked the most beautiful she's ever been by the way. real bodice ripper shit. picard you blew it so bad

speaking of bodice ripper, there is a version of this where it's very serious and an allegory for abuse and the sex was dubiously consensual etc etc etc. this has happened to deanna so many times and it was so icky because it was obviously a male fantasy which objectified her. fortunately i don't think anyone can be expected to take a story seriously when it involves your grandma's sex ghost so i was perfectly happy to have a good time

WHEN THEY EXHUJED THE BODY. BY SIMPLY BEAMING IT OUT OF THE GROUND.

nana who looked not even a little bit dead sitting up in her coffin bc she was possessed and zapping the daylights out of geordi and data. PLEASE.

also, sorry, i nearly forgot, but picard walking in on her while she was quite literally fucking the sex ghost. ohhhh i KNOW he was sick

OH YEAH AND. the gravestones saying vader and mcfly. set designers i love you forever

anyway, hands down the funniest and perhaps my favorite tng episode of all time. that was the first real laugh i've had in almost a week

TONIGHT: ds9's "whispers" and tng's "lower decks."

#personal #star trek blogging #ds9 lb #tng lb

[herrmannhalsteadproduction]

I Am Looking Disrespectfully, Sir

Summary: This is a ficlet that goes in the secondary series that I started as a complement to the main A Herrmann/Halstead Production series. (That series is an AU where Christopher Herrmann's mom had an affair with Pat Halstead resulting in a baby. The series follows this OC character (Rebecca "Bex" Herrmann) as she grows up and gets to know her brothers and the various Chicago teams. It is very much an AU, just to underscore that. It doesn't follow the same timeline and characters will follow different paths.)

Click here for the Series Rundown where you can find the links to read all of the previous installments (which I highly recommend you do so that this one makes sense.)

Rating: Teen

Relationships: Connor Rhodes/Will Halstead

Warnings: Language and super awkward flirting...

A/N: This is Connor's POV for the break room scene from Chapter Three of Wingman? Wingwoman? Wingperson.

I Am Looking Disrespectfully, Sir

Connor

There was something going on with Will today. He was…twitchy. And blushing way more than usual, not that Connor was complaining about that at all.

He and Will were headed toward something. That was a fact. Connor was holding firm on not crossing any lines though until Will gave him a clear signal to move forward. Given everything the man had been through and was processing, he wanted to be respectful of his boundaries.

But damn, if he didn’t want to see how far that blush went down.

Connor let mind wander in that scenario, just a little bit, when the day finally calmed down long enough for him to slip away to the lounge for a coffee.

The lounge coffee was disgusting, but he doubted he’d make it out to the cart across the street before being called back to the ED so needs must.

Will arrived shortly after and Connor smiled at him from his spot at the counter as he fixed his drink. “Hey, crazy day, eh?”

“Always is,” Will sighed as he grabbed a bottle of water. He stared down at it like it had caused him some kind of personal grievance.

Glancing over at him, Connor raised an eyebrow and Will reached for his wrist with his free hand in an aborted gesture before grimacing slightly.

“You okay?” Connor asked, getting flashbacks to a similar interaction earlier in the day. Something was happening with Will and Connor couldn't stamp out the feeling that it might have something to do with him.

“Yeah.” Will rubbed at his arm and the grimace deepened, a determined line creasing his brow. He strode over to his cubby and pulled out his white lab coat. “Air conditioning’s getting to me a bit.”

“Won’t you get overheated in that?” Connor asked, watching as he slipped his arms through the sleeves. The air conditioning was good, but it wasn’t that good. Especially down in the ED where it was crowded and the outside air blew in with the constantly opening doors.

Will shrugged. “I can always do this,” he said, grabbing one sleeve and folding it back a couple of times.

He shot Connor a little sideways look and—

Hunh.

Yes.

Something was…definitely happening here.

Okay, Dr. Halstead. You have my attention.

Connor took a sip of his coffee to hide his smile, watching as Will slowly—oh, so slowly—pushed the sleeve up over his elbow.

The man did have a nice forearm.

Will’s sudden grin had him itching to drag him out of that coat entirely, but Connor also couldn’t help wanting to see where this went.

Setting down his water, Will went to start in on the other sleeve when the sly look on his face dropped away, bent arm frozen in the air in front of him.

“Hang on,” he grumbled, fumbling with the fabric and trying to pull it back down and—

Oh, he was stuck.

Sexy Moves Halstead was stuck in his coat and it was the most adorable fucking thing Connor had ever seen. He didn’t want to laugh, but he couldn’t stop the soft chuckle that slipped out.

“Hang on, let me help,” Connor said as he set his coffee down and stepped into Will’s space to gently tug the bunched-up fabric over his elbow and down his arm.

Connor kept his touch light, well aware of the way they were dancing all over Will’s carefully drawn lines at the moment, and looked up when he was done. “All fixed.”

He hadn’t let go of Will’s arm yet. Didn’t want to. Not when he could feel the muscles flexing beneath his fingertips.

Will stared back at him and then—

Then.

That motherfucker bit his lip, ever so gently before letting it go.

Connor’s eyes zeroed in on the move and firmly reminded himself that he could not make out with Will in the lounge.

“Go out with me,” Will blurted out and it took Connor a moment to process the words

“What?” He blinked in surprise, taking a small step back. Did he just?

“Would you, Connor,” Will said, deliberating over every syllable. “Like to go out on a date with me?”

Something was happening.

The best thing.

Finally.

“I would love that.” Connor’s cheeks ached at how wide his grin was stretching them. “How about tonight?”

Will lost his bravado for a moment and looked stunned, like he hadn’t expected Connor to jump right on his offer. As if Connor would be stupid enough to hesitate. “Tonight sounds perfect,” Will said, biting his friggin’ lip again into another little smile.

Connor was only so strong. He moved in closer, invading Will’s space. “I could pick you up in my fancy car.”

“Ah, no,” Will laughed, poking at him. “The asker gets to do the picking up.”

Connor shrugged, unfazed. “Fine by me,” he said, not one to let an opportunity to pass him by. “I’ll pick you up for our second date.” 

Will’s eyebrows flew up. “Second date? Feeling pretty confident about there, are we?”

More like thrilled to actually be taking the steps Connor had been fantasizing about for ages. If Will was finally giving him the greenlight, of course Connor was going to start locking him down.

Second date. Third date. All the dates.

“Let’s just say—” Connor was practically pressing Will against the counter at this point and sincerely hoped no one would come in to ruin this moment. “I’ve thought a lot about getting you in my car.”

Will’s eyes widened and Connor figured he was imagining exactly what had been going through his own mind over the past few months, but then he let out a strangled noise. “Oh, ah, haha…”

He might have blown over those lines a little too quickly, he realized. “Too much?” Connor took a careful step back, giving Will some room.

“No?” Will said, voice pitched about an octave higher than normal. “Maybe?”

The doubt that had been seeping into Connor’s brain started to dissipate as Will straightened up and reached out to stop him from retreating completely.

“It sounded a little too good,” he confessed, taking a deep breath. “I had my fill of fast and fun in New York. I never really had anything that lasted and you know all about the reasons behind that.”

He did and Connor found himself once again wanting to track down Pat Halstead and punch him in the face. He leaned against the counter instead, keeping his face open as he listened to Will talk.

“I want to take things slow here with you,” Will said. “Because this is important to me. You’re important to me. I want…whatever it is we’re starting here to last.”

This man…

This man was going to kill Connor and he’d never been happier about anything in his life.

“Me too,” Connor said, reaching out to squeeze Will’s hand and press the truth of his words into the motion.

“Good,” Will said before shaking his head. “Still going to be thinking about you and that damn car for the rest of the day though so thanks for that.”

Any lingering tension Connor felt instantly melted away at those words. He released Will’s hand and shot him a shit-eating grin. “Good.” He shouldn’t be the only one plagued by those visions.

And now they were one step closer to someday making them a reality.

Connor headed for the door, calling over his shoulder. “Pick me up at seven.”

“I’ll be there,” Will replied in a voice full of promise.

It took all of Connor’s will power not to do a victory dance the second he was out of the room, but the ED floor was quite possibly an even worse place to do that.

Maggie looked over at him with a knowing smile. “About damn time,” she said.

He let his grin speak for him because she wasn’t wrong. It was about damn time, but also—

It was exactly the right time.

A date.

With Will.

Best day ever.

A horrible thought hit him right then.

…he was never going to be able to look at a lab coat the same way again.

Click here to read I Am Looking Disrespectfully, Sir on ao3:

#A Herrmann/Halstead Production #chicago med #chicago fire #chicago pd #one chicago #one chicago fanfiction #Not Fics and Ficlets and Fun Bits #ficlet #will halstead #connor rhodes #rhodestead #awkward flirting #fluff

[10piecechickenmcnugget]

Howdy! Under my post you offered to talk about Purpled's lore/character and it would be really cool is you did that!

You have unlocked an unskippable cutscene I could literally talk about this for days on end

under the read more cause this is gonna be LONG

okay SO the very basics of Purpleds character is just he’s a really skilled fighter, so he became a mercenary to put those skills to use

ccpurpled said himself that cpurpled just wants money and power

but despite this, he’s not a fan of conflict at all, and prefers to avoid fights and wars whenever possible

a favorite quote of mine, “I’m like Switzerland, I don’t really fight, but when I do fight, I win” (not word for word I forgor)

he greatly prefers to keep to himself, and just gather materials and chill with his dog and mind his own business, because he’s seen what happens to everyone else, and doesn’t want any part of it

Early in the server, before he did a lot of serious lore, he had a decent amount of relatively positive relationships with a couple people, and he didn’t necessarily hang out with them or anything but he trusted them

he mostly just sat around and built stuff, the first big thing he was a part of was the Manberg vs Pogtopia war

-karl recruited him against his will

-he ran around for like 30 minutes just rambling about how he had no idea what was going on ever

-he fought for like 3 minutes before switching sides

-*getting killed by fireworks* “IM ON YOUR SIDE” “YOU WERENT BEFORE”

-was dead silent for like 40 minutes as he just ran around fighting people and no one acknowledged him

-schlatt fucking died “did he just have a heart attack?!?” “He just fucking died!!” And then went silent again

-the whole thing were no one wanted to be president

-it ended up being tubbo

-no one could figure out who the traitor was

-watched wilbur die right after lmanberg blew up

-killed one of the withers and was very proud of himself

-Connor joined the game, left the game, joined the game, stole purpleds pants, and left

-purpled went home, reiterated that he had no idea what the fuck just happened, and ended stream

this is so long already but wait, there’s more!!

not a whole lot important happened after that, he was still living in a cabin of the main path, and his UFO was just kinda vibing (that’s a surprise tool that will help us later)

he kinda chilled on his own, and suddenly the Eggpire is a thing! Purpled has no friends, so he doesn’t care!! (There are vines all over his UFO but he doesn’t live there anymore so he doesn’t do anything about it)

suddenly Ponk wants to talk to him, and now uh oh, BadBoyHalo is in some random ass cave trying to hire Purpled to kidnap Puffy

purpled has nothing better to do, so he takes the job

he doesn’t log on for months, so Quackity puts bombs in his house

suddenly purpled logs on and Quackitys like “I understand this looks bad but I want to hire you”

“what’s this another mercenary job?” God forbid someone hire him to do his job

he accepts, and badda bang badda book now he’s working against the Eggpire

Q, purpled, and Techno are going to take down the red banquet, and then Quackity decides to be an asshole (Purpled and Techno want to go in and help, but Quackity makes them wait and foolish dies, then Quackity goes in and plays the hero)

they beat the shit out of the Eggpire (bad is not happy with purpled)

purpled leads everyone out of bads creepy basement “you’re a hero, purpled” “I try my best”

purpled wants his payment for helping the duck man

Duck man pays him, and then breaks the entire fandom and blows up purpleds ufo right in front of him!

purpled wants to kill him, Quackity tries to convince him not to, tells him that he’s basically nothing now, and purples goes home

fucking dumbass blows up his own house after having 37 mental breakdowns

slime is spying on him and purples wants to strangle him

he goes to las Nevadas, “I just want to make it very clear that I don’t think there will ever be a point in time where I respect you as a person,” and joins LN just like Q wanted!! Surely nothing bad will happen!!

~timeskip~

Quackity has an anxiety attack, purpled leads them to the most unnecessary trap ever, he and Q yell at each other, Quackity does a fucky wucky, and now Slimecicle is dead

purpled just fucking walks away like the girlboss he is, and later kidnaps slimes corpse and traps him in a cave

Punz shows up, says some stuff, purples agrees to work for him and dream (this will not go well)

they raid las nevadas!! dream blows some shit up, foolish releases an army of slimes, and purpled yells at Quackity some more

slime reveals he’s not actually a dumbass and shoves purples of off a balcony

and then the server fucking ended so I guess that’s that!

so, long story short, purpled is pretty much just a badass but also cringefail assassin, who does not like people or conflict, and has cared about two things ever (his ufo and his dog, which is thankfully still alive), but is also still just a teenager, and has some shit going on.

he doesn’t care about a lot, but he does have silly little feelings sometimes and the only two times he ever showed that he blew up his own house and the second time he fucking died

#This is VERY basic stuff #if you want me to go more in depth about anything feel free to ask! There’s a lot of stuff I left out so it didn’t get to long #So yeah if there’s anything you want more info about lmk #mcyt #dsmp #purpled #c!purpled #dream smp #purpled lore #dsmp lore #character analysis #lore analysis #las nevadas #long ass post #10piecetalks #If anyone wants to add on feel free #And if literally anyone wants to know more I’m not kidding I’d love to go more in depth about certain scenes and events #ESPECIALLY THE UFO AND THE LN FINALE. #Or his character in general this is mostly lore tidbits

[measlyfurball13]

Fanwork creators self rec! When you get this, reply with your five favorite fics/art/podfics/etc. that you've made, then pass on to others. Let’s spread the self-love 🌼

Well, I'm a fic writer, so prepare for an esoteric assortment of fics in no particular order!

I'll open with my most recent, and the one I consider my best. This is a found family hurt/comfort fic starring Team Dark (comprised of Shadow the hedgehog and his two closest friends Rouge, and Omega, for those unfamiliar with the franchise.) Shadow is immortal, nearly indestructible, and saddled with some truly terrible PTSD around the ones he cares about dying on him, and it was interesting to portray that through a narration style I'd never tried before. This was also the fic where I really fleshed out how I write Omega, who is my all-time favorite character in the Sonic franchise. He's the most delightful blend of blunt and violent but also more caring than he lets on.

This one also deals with the unusually serious subject matter of post-mortem care. I remember waffling about posting this fic for weeks, worried that people would think a Sonic fanfic with such a down-to-earth subject matter would be scoffed at. Surprise! I was wrong. Once I posted it, this fic got a ton of positive attention, which I was grateful for.

Next up is a truly strange pick- it's a League of Legends fanfic, yet it's not about Veigar, the character I hyperfixated hard on for a solid year. I like the fics I've written with Veigar, don't get me wrong, but I like this one better. It stars Kassadin, a lone desert warrior who lost his family to the darkness he's trying to find the heart of, and Kai'sa, a woman who was consumed by said darkness but managed to wrestle back control of her body.

I really got to develop a unique character narration for the lead, Kassadin. It's a particularly strong, mature, and unique character voice, one that I enjoyed writing a lot and am quite proud of. I also leveraged some fantastic dramatic irony- anyone familiar with League lore knows that the monster he encounters is actually his long-lost daughter, Kai'sa. Yet his attitude towards that fact continually fluctuates, before ending on a negative-leaning note, something that was very challenging for me to do! (I'm a chronic therapy-speak writer, something I'm constantly working to avoid.)

I think it's underrated. League isn't a big fandom anyway, and I posted this onto an otherwise Veigar-focused blog. Perhaps I should post it on AO3.

I just had to mention one of my famous Sigma Overwatch fanfics on this list. I wrote a shitload of fic for this character, and almost all of it blew the fuck up back in 2019. I was the first person to post fic for Sigma once he came out on this website! (Not this fic in particular, mind you, but I thought that fact was worth a mention.)

Of my absolute deluge of Sigma fic, this is probably my favorite. The rest are good, but are a little simple. This one, though, has the thematic thread of "control" woven throughout it that I'm quite proud of. I also feel that this is the fic in which I captured the morally grey character of Moira the best- her emotions towards Sigma are complicated, but ultimately, she is his superior and the one responsible for a portion of his mistreatment here at Talon. This fic is essentially about her coming to that realization, and I think that's a powerful moment. It's a character dynamic I haven't seen anywhere else in media/fic. I'm proud that I wrote it.

Okay this next one is weird. By all odds, it should be my least favorite work, right? I'm not a romance writer. Doomfist is far from my favorite character. Hell, I'm not attracted to men, yet this fic continues to linger in my conscience as one that I'm immensely fond of.

I wrote it for and to evoke the writing style of the lovely amazing @ow-old-men. Gabe (op of that blog) has such fucking amazing imagery in his fics, and my imitation of that resulted in some of my favorite imagery and vibes I've ever written. I also think it's some rather strong character work- it's a moment where a confident, practically invincible socialite allows the mask to slip for just a second with a stranger.

Particularly, it's that singular moment that the entire fic was based around, the one that I suggested to Gabe in the first place. The idea that one of the proudest and most powerful men in the world would kneel for you without question so that you could kiss his forehead. Idk man, I still remain in love with the vibes of this one, even though it's so far outside the confines of my usual writing.

And finally, to finish this list off, I just have to plug my longest posted fic to date. This is my incredibly niche crossover of two obscure sci-fi shows that have my whole heart. It was also my first true practice at writing a long-form character arc, to which I think I succeeded.

Kitt, the AI from Knight Rider, wakes up far in the future and realizes that his closest companion is likely long gone. Over the course of this fic, he goes from wanting to deactivate to learning to open back up and allow a new person into his life. There's also some good ol' buddy-cop shenanigans between him and Garibaldi, the security officer aboard the space station that Kitt wakes up on, including a particularly fun scene where Kitt helps him cheat at cards.

This fic is showing its age just a tad with some of the writing and characterization of the Babylon 5 characters, but I'm still immensely, immensely fond and proud of it. Writing this fic taught me a lot that I'm applying to my current projects now. I wouldn't be where I am now without this one.

#writing #blessed post #sth #babylon 5 #knight rider #league of legends #overwatch #thank you so much for this ask!! I love talking about my work so much and this was the perfect excuse. #I wanted to pick some more esoteric fics of mine that I'm fond of #I've been in some niche-ass fandoms #also- once I finish my Metal Sonic longfic that one is going to blow all of these out of the fuckin' water #so keep your eyes peeled for that ;)

[thebnha-auhoard]

Ask game for each mods Favorite AU's!

HEY HEY YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

Mod Asphodel here! And my fave au rn is Cyberbites! (Look out for the Traditional esque Zine soon!)

1• Neito found out that he SemiPerma copies Quirks via Blood through accidentally drinking Himiko's Thermos. But he needs a fixed diet from people so he doesn't get overwhelmed

2• First time Izuku saw Shigaraki he actually had his costume on. Shigaraki sees this Spiked Leather bound kid crack his knuckles and grab a Red oak Bo Staff. Later along with the gun wounds he nurses a broken jaw and a new scar on his face from the nasty lil green punk.

3• Izuku has chains on his Hero outfit, They work extremely well as Capture Weapons.

4• Mr Compress and Twice are absolutely Terrified of Izuku after the Yakuza Arc

5• Dabi has a YouTube channel that actually pretty popular where he dances. Mina is a *Massive* Fan and Squealed when he showed up at dorms as the Midoriya Bodyguard

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Borealll here, my fav au humm, i adore bav au but! my favorite to gnaw on is Black Nightshade au! so...

One, it is very clear that the second pair of arms Izuku posses is stapled into him, specially since the skin tone have a contrast between the arms and his own face.

Two, here, it is an unfortunate necessary step for the subject to die for the noumu process to take hold, and it is fortunate that the non-sentient don't remember such great pain.

Three, Bakugou still have gone overboard in the exercise of heroics, rumour has it there was even an expulsion involved.

Four, Incredible as that may sound, Afo has no idea of things brewing under Izuku mind and that things might connect them even more...

Five, Toshinori is a bit touch starved, and also gives the best fucking hugs, it does not compare, he is warm and soft of course they are the best, and of course few people right now know that.

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Hi it’s Kiwi. Don’t have a favorite au really but the one I have the most brain worms about right now is the Pokémon au so let’s talk about that! (Also if you guess an OFA User’s Pokémon for their gym in the ask I’ll give 5 more headcanons)

1. Izuku and Bakugou’s starters are Larvesta and Buneary respectively. Larvesta was a gift from Izuku’s dad because Hisashi knows that Izuku will become an menace and get bored eventually if he gets a regular starter. Buneary was just found near Yagi’s lab trying to fight the man’s Pokemon and Bakugou pointed at it and says he wants that one as his starter and then caught it.

2. Aizawa is the Ghost Type Gym Leader. He does not advertise this and the only person who really knows this is Shinsou. Lovely surprise for the kids when he gets “kidnapped” by his Drifblim in the Ghost Type Gym.

3. Kaminari and Dabi had Rotom phones before said Rotom just turned into a regular on their team. Kaminari’s is called Nokia and both of them have the lovely habit of having 999 tabs open at all times and are dorks. Dabi’s is called Budget and blew up his phone when it decided they want to battle now and keeps on insulting Dabi and blowing up all phones he tries to get Budget in.

4. Hagakure, Ashido, and Aoyama are going on their Pokémon journey to complete Pokémon Contests across the region. They all give each other tips and try to be the best Contest Performer they can be.

5. The Elemental Plates to summon Arceus are with all the Gym Leaders of their respective type. They are all kept in separate places and more often than not the Gym Leaders don’t have it on them. This makes the fact that 7 gym leaders got kidnapped a lot more concerning.

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anterior! umm as of right now my favorite au is either WitS(Wonder in the Stars) or TLVC(Tanuki Leaves and Violet Clouds) but ive already done one of these for WitS so TLVC it is!

-sako has this habit of spinning his cane around like one spins and umbrella, oboro thinks its really cool but sako barely realizes he's doing it

-oboro has two cats one orange cat named sushi and one black cat named coal, if coal and sako were to ever meet coal would try to lay on his cape no matter how many times sako tells her not to

-shouta and hizashi are sick and tired of hearing oboro go on and on about how cool he thinks tanuki is, but they let him because well its really really funny to see people who dont know about oboro's "obsession" with tanuki walk up to them and ask what they're talking about

-sako has shelves of glass jars that are just full of nomu's that he's marbled, the jars are like mason jars and thus aren't huge but hes got like multiple shevles of nomu jars, everyday he thinks about getting rid of them and every day he reminds himself that if he does they'll cause way more problems(he wants to get rid of them, so so badly)

-shouta has nightmares about oboro never being saved from that nomu lab

and this headcanon applies to sako in bout all our aus

-sako really likes oreos, he has like a pack of them in a marble to carry around so he can share with people he befriends

#my hero academia #boku no hero academia #my hero academia au #boku no hero academia au #cyberbites au #black nightshade #pokemon au #tanuki leaves and violet clouds #mod anterior #mod kiwi #mod asphodel #mod boreal

[gettinshiggywithit]

!Swan dive!

Scenario:- deku makes a life changing decision;kacchan sees it all

Characters:- katsuki Bakugou ,izuku midoriya

Pairing:- kinda Bakudeku

tw :- character death

Enjoy~

Izuku was tired

He was tired of the bullying

He was tired of the ridicule

And most importantly,

He was tired of bakugou.

Everyday was complete agony

All because his precious kacchan had picked him to be the target of his insults.

Why did it have to be him??just because he was quirkless????

Why couldnt he just be born with a quirk

Why must HE suffer alone

Izuku was tired

And that’s why he wasnt scared

Its why he didn’t hesitate.

“Take a swan dive off the building ,then maybe youll be born with a quirk in your next life.”

The words rang fresh in his mind as he stood on the edge of the school’s roof.

The wind blew his green mess of hair back and out of his face

And for a second he thought even nature wanted him to see his death

His mind raced,trying to come up with reasons not to.

What about his mother?

“No she abandoned me.she gave up on me when she was my last hope... shell be fine”he told himself

What about ALLMIGHT he’d never approve of this!hed want me to survive!

“Well too bad ‘cos where even is he??hes nothing but a grinninf idiot who uses force to achieve his goals.hes nothing!”

Izuku was crying now,screaming out the answers to his internal questions

What about...what about kacchan?

It was a last ditch attempt but something was better than nothing?

He scoffed

Why in the ever living FUCK did his brain make him think of kacchan????? The boy who had caused him all his pain,whod put him in this position

It was at this moment that izuku made up his mind.

He wipped away his tears with the sleeve of his shirt and smiled

“Fuck him”

And with that he let himself fall

He didnt feel fear or panic

Just calm

And as the air rushed past his face he closed his eyes feelin at peace for what felt like the first time in forever.

It was a pity it couldn’t last long......

Meanwhile katsuki bakugou was exiting his alma mater.

He had his backpack slung over one shoulder and there was an itch in the back of his neck

Thats when he started hearing it

The angry rage-filled screaming

He looked around and then when he heard it again he looked up

And his already-pale face whitened further

It was...DEKU and he was screaming from the school roof

Katsuki suddenly remembered the words he’d said to the other boy just that day and guilt and dread gathered in the pit of his stomach

He tried to shout to izuku,tellin him not to be stupid, to come down

His eyes began to fog up as each of his attempts failed and before he could think of anything else to do,anyone else to call

Deku jumped

Katsuki lunged forward in a last attempt to save his...friend

But before he could even move a muscle

Deku lay on the ground,bloodied and broken...

And katsuki fell to his knees and cried

Hed never cried

Not once and never in public

But

This was different

This was HIS fault

“DEKU WAKE UP! WAKE UP YOU FUCKIN PIECE OF SHIT COME ON WAKE UPPPPP”

And when izuku didnt move

When he didnt make a sound

Katsuki gave up

Hed never given up NEVER

But

He just couldnt...

He lay his head on the broken boy’s chest and said his last words to him

“Im sorry...i-i need you deku”

And when still no answer came he died a little inside too.

please dont repost my work here as your own on any platform all rights belong to me except that of the characters used,their right belong to their respective owners.but these stories? mine.

feedback,likes,reblogs and comments are so very appreciated tbh :’)i hope you enjoyed and ill catch ya next time!

Comments & Reblogs w/ tags >>>>>>>>>>>likes please

#bnha #bnha imagines #bakudeku #angst #bakugou katsuki #midoriya izuku #kirishima eijirou #bakugou katsuki x midoriya izuku #bnha angst #bakudeku angst #bakudeku drabbles #bnha fanfictions #bnha headcanon #bnha bakudeku #bakugou angst #midoriya angst #mha angst #📚jaya’s tales #bkdk angst

[arwainian]

Reading this Week 2023 #47-52

hello hello! finals kinda kicked my ass in terms of reading as in there was a lot of it and it was kinda hard to keep track off around all the writing outside of where i made sure to have complete bibliographies. then after the momentum of keeping up with my reading logs had kinda fallen away... i'll continue this in the new year, but to make up for the log's absense, here is an extra long one that, while technically incomplete, will include a lot more of my thoughts on my reading than i ended up writing with a lot of my other entries

Finished:

Mr. Loverman by Bernardine Evaristo

read for my black queer literatures course, i really loved this book! it follows an elderly married couple from Antigua living in England, as Barry works himself to being able to come out as gay and divorce his Very religious Very homophobic wife Carmel. I love Carmel so much, and you really should read the book to figure out why I can say that about her because she really never stops being exactly as religious and exactly as homophobic as she started

Started and Finished:

Dark Reflections by Samuel R. Delany

also read for the black queer literatures course, and a solid reminder that I should read more Delany! the structure of it is pretty strange, we get a solid grasp of the main character, a poet and professor, as he reaches retirement age and then goes back to contextualize significant influential events in his life that got him to the point he ends at

“Representation of Rape in George R. R. Martin’s A Song of Ice and Fire and Robin Hobb’s Liveship Traders." by Sylwia Borowska-Szerszun

 “Desire in Narrative” from Alice Doesn’t: Feminism, Semiotics, Cinema by Teresa de Lauretis

sections of Public Rape: Representing Violation in Fiction and Film by Tanya Horeck, Fantasy and Mimesis: Responses to Reality in Western Literature by Kathryn Hume, Rhetorics of Fantasy by Farah Mendlesohn, Reading Rape: The Rhetoric of Sexual Violence in American Literature and Culture by Sabine Sielke, The Gender of Racial Politics and Violence in America: Lynching, Prison Rape, & the Crisis of Masculinity by William F. Pinar, Prison Rape: An American Institution? by Michael Singer, and Extravagant Abjection: Blackness, Power, and Sexuality in the African American Literary Imagination by Darieck Scott

all of the above were read in a mad dash for writing my final projects for the semester, and this isn't even everything, it's just everything I care to record for this reading log (do not worry, everything else IS in the bibliographies for their respective projects). the first article up there by Sylwia Borowska-Szerszun made me so mad?? bc in an effort to prop up Hobb's depictions of sexual violence as a feminist alternative to Martin's the scholar actually really underanalyzes Hobb's work, glosses over extremely important narrative context, and generally gives her work less attention to detail than was given to Martin! ugh. it does motivate me to write my own analysis tho.

I'd like to give a special highlight to Extravagant Abjection by Darieck Scott. my black queer lit prof recommended it to me early in the semester once he got a sense of where my academic interests lie and he was fucking RIGHT. it blew my mind and it's doing some excellent and challenging work with regards to black sexuality in literature in historical context. this is a book I'm definitely going to set some time aside to read the other chapters that weren't immediately relevant to my paper bc I'm sure I would still get something excellent out of them

and here's a line of extra text to give breathing room before I get into the much sillier reading I did for fun once finals were over

the rest of the f@tt fics for the project!

as i'm sure you have seen if you've been following me at all this past year, I have been doing a very silly project where i read every work of fanfiction published in the friends at the table ao3 tag. i finished that before the end of the year, and i am very proud of myself

Saga #66 written by Brian K. Vaughan and illustrated by Fiona Staples

yknow, with my love of snail mail I really should write in to the fanmail section of this comic I've really been enjoying. someone remind me to do that

Beastars, Vol. 18-22 by Paru Itagaki, translated by Tomo Kimura

GOD this was wild to read. you should read "what if zootopia was a psychosexual thriller" manga looking back, the messiness of this series makes a lot of sense now that I know it was Itagaki's first weekly serialized manga, but i still hold such a deep affection for it even though sometimes its pacing was a bit off. Legoshi is my babygirl and I do not use that term lightly. I love him very very much and I will forever get emotional about the fact that he has his grandfather's reptilian eyes, even if his official character profile only lists him as a grey wolf. I think what turned me on to this was a video essay a while back calling it excellent (I think it was Jack Saint?), because of the messiness of the allegory/metaphor going on here. because the animal things can be read in multiple different ways, it doesn't map cleanly onto any of them. that video essayist thought this was GREAT. i am slightly more ambivalent, because i think the overlapping metaphors mean sometimes events in the manga are simultaneously really profound from one angle and CRAZY reductive from another. so yeah, very very messy, but I think that's exactly what made reading this so arresting for me. really glad I finally finished it

Snotgirl, Vol. 1: Green Hair Don't Care written by Bryan Lee O'Malley, illustrated by Leslie Huang

frankly I think this would have worked better as a tv show. the art is great, but the pacing is awful, and it feels like with all the different things its trying to do none of them get any time to really breathe

Drip Drip by Paru Itagaki, translated by Tomo Kimura

an absurd manga about a woman with such intense OCD that she gets a nosebleed anytime she touches something she considers "unclean", and the struggles this brings to her attempts at dating. lots and LOTS of blood.

What Did You Eat Yesterday? Vol. 6-8 by Fumi Yoshinaga, translated by Yoshito Hinton

very cute cooking manga about a middle aged gay couple in tokyo. i just find it so wonderful to read their little daily adventures and relationship struggles

Literary Theory: A Very Short Introduction by Jonathan D. Culler

lent to me by my friend to help me get a better grasp of literary theory since that's not my background despite being in an english master's now! thank you Hope!

Orange, Vol. 1-2 by Ichigo Takano, translated by Amber Tamosaitis

dug into my "comics horde" tag on libby to get a few more manga volumes in before the end of the year to meet my goodreads goal (i was very generous with myself and included bunch of books i read large sections of but not the entirety of for school). this is MOSTLY a pretty standard manga about a group of friends in high school, but tis made special by the fact that the main character is getting letters from her future self instructing her what to do so that she can correct the things she regrets!

Started and Ongoing:

He Who Drowned the World by Shelley Parker-Chan

I really really love She Who Became the Sun so I'm very excited to dig further in! just in the first few chapters, but its already hilarious how AWFUL Ouyang is at being a leader, and by hilarious i mean... oh no.....

Ongoing:

Legends & Lattes by Travis Baldree

didnt actually read anymore of this, just marking it here so i remember its still ongoing. i'm not very motivated to get through it. partially bc i have other things (like cutest high school manga) to read if i just want fluff

false rings by evilmageclub on ao3

the final chapter of this fic i like got published! i am working my way through it bit by bit, but because i have a headache and desperately need to get to sleep, i actually will not be finishing this this year.... but i will be STARTING my new year with it. hell yeah

alright. goodnight. happy new year!

#cal reading log #arwainian princessoid decrees

[topguncortez]

I absolutely love how that persons fiancé proposed!!

Going waaaaaay off topic sorry, I just feel comfortable saying this here.

My boyfriend is the best when it comes to consent and with me being comfortable and legit takes pride in my pleasure. My ex was the worst he literally just did whatever he wanted to me i tried to tell him no so many times but he always got violent and just did it anyways. I didn’t realise how wrong it was until I got with my partner (B), it gave me whiplash from how different he was from my ex, if I say no to B he doesn’t get mad or threaten me, I’m not comfortable with being spanked so he doesn’t do it, up until recently I was never comfortable with doing doggy position because my ex would always be rough and I’d always bleed afterwards - B never complained and when I brought it up that I want to do it he was shaking his head but realised I was serious and he kept asking the whole time if I was sure if I wasn’t it was okay. After I legit burst out crying which set him into panic I wasn’t crying because it hurt (it felt amazing) it just made me cry when it hit me that I spent 5 years with my ex being abused and used, and now I’m with an amazing guy who doesn’t put me in uncomfortable situations or make me feel uncomfortable and guilty.

Honestly consent is so fucking hot!!!

i didn’t realize actually until my first partner POST divorce that even though you are with someone, you still have the right to say no to them. and that like blew my fucking mind. i was with my ex husband for five years (dated for three, married for two) and i just always felt like i had to have sex when he wanted. if he was horny and started to cop a feel, i would let him, even when i didn’t really want to. i was just like “he’s my husband! it’s what he wants, so i’ll give!” but how very fucked up that thinking is.

a good partner is always going to listen to you, no matter how many days, months, years, you’ve been with them. you can say no to certain positions or acts and you do not need to give them a single explanation as to why.

i am glad that you found someone who respects you and your body like that. consent is fucking sexy. asking if you can fuck me?? hot. asking if you can touch me?? hot.

MAKE CONSENT APART OF FOREPLAY

#g mail #sex talk with g

[cerebrobullet]

Sharpe's Fury Semi-Daily Book Report:

i'm gonna bite brigadier moon and not in the joking way. he needs a good biting.

*me listening to moon getting his broken leg set* i should break one of sharpe's bones in The Long Dark. as a treat, just for me.

LMAO Harper pointing out that he and Sharpe can never find a boat to cross rivers. is it lamp shading by cornwell? maybe! if it is well done lmao. i, who write about sharpe sleeping or collapsing in the majority of my fic chapters, cannot judge reusing plot elements. I also like how Harper tends to be the genre/plot aware one. he's not the MC so he doesn't get caught out on things like Sharpe does, but him being *aware* of that makes it more fun and believable.

*me, sitting here frustrated that moon is holding everything up and being an ass* maybe now it's time for one of those "manslaughter it is" moments......

this old lady calling sharpe an "insolent puppy" 👀

hhhhhgggg i think ... one thing i do actually dislike about cornwell's writing is his PoV switches. like, if he switched to Harper for a bit or such it would be fine, but his secondary and even tertiary povs are always temporary characters and... i understand why, plot wise, but it doesn't stop me from being drastically less interested in these other povs. i really just only want to hear about sharpe and the men OR someone else thinking/talking about sharpe and the men.

ANYWAY we're back to sharpe being knocked out and dramatically injured by a headshot!! hell yeah! harper os gonna enact the manslaughter plan on moon if the brigadier isn't careful about how he treats sharpe!!!

the fucking head swivel i did when willy revealed the ambassador is wellesley's little brother tho. hhfh the DRAMA and he already likes and knows of Sharpe, i imagine because wellesley has done some of his secret gushing about sharpe!! oh, the fic ideas are suddenly endless and i have the ~stupidest~ grin rn

AND PUMPHREY IS BACK. HELL YEAH gimmie that problematic lil gay gremlin.

i needed... to pause the book when he blew sharpe a kiss this is going to make me go absolutely feral, cornwell is literally killing me this very moment. my work is *suffering* today

I. AM. VIBRATING. henry is the fuckin GOAT. using the tale of sharpe saving wellesley to point out how much wellesley respects sharpe and then he just laser eyes over at moon. incredible. literally losing my mind.

oh sharpe and henry wellesley absolutely fuck

also, love how willy was all "never mention the lady situation to henry" and then instantly meets sharpe and goes "hey cool, great to meet you, my brother adores you and i'm going to tell you about my horrible lady situation and get your help with it"

sharpe really does pet every cat he meets huh

aaand my work day is done, what a comment to end on

#sharpesession