#cats is 'fuck it have your own interpretation'

[mercuriallily]

I've said it before but like. If you like Cats I don't think you should criticise Les Mis by calling it long and confusing

#sasha speaks #les mis has a plot that is relatively easy to understand #cats is 'fuck it have your own interpretation' #I don't like phantom or starlight express but I stay quiet about it bc I know how many people in the fandom like them #and I don't want to hurt their feelings or ruin their excitement #but I mention les mis and they tell me how much they hate it #and no one tries to stop them or join my side #it's not just this. there are a number of double standards within the fandom #and I always feel like I'm wrong for having my own (harmless) opinions #I'll talk about my opinions here but never again in discord lmao #I sure learned that lesson #it hurts that I feel I have to keep my opinions quiet #and to be honest it has spoiled the show for me a bit

[tasmanianstripes]

Maybe it's the result of my main fandom for the majority of my life being one where canon just genuinely doesn't exist, where there are so many different canons and literally any sort of interpretation of a single character is correct and can range from a moronic maniac with a chainsaw to a depressed old asshole boss, but

Literally who gives a fuck about canon?

Especially when the character is practically a blank slate or if it's an AU

Like, I'm sorry, but if you're butthurt about a mischaracterisation of a fictional character in an Alternative Universe then I don't think you understand what an AU is

#thylacines can talk #Maybe that's the reason I do not have the same violent reaction to mischaracterisation 99% of fandom spaces seems to have #I genuinely think that getting butthurt over somebody not writing a fictional character exactly how they appear in canon is the stupidest #most juvenile pet peeve you could ever have. Literally WHY do you care so much? It's words on a screen. Calm down. #I think it's only a problem when you believe that it's canon or try to shove your own interpretation of a character or AUs onto everybody #else. Otherwise...literally who cares? Somebody else treating characters like dolls is not hurting me. I'm not about to get legitimately #annoyed over fictional characters in a children's cat book. Unless it's like. Bigoted. But then I criticise the person's beliefs not a #goddammed characterisation of a fictional character. #In the fandom I was in most of my life a trigger-happy clown with a chainsaw canon and an old deppressed asshole boss were seen as the same #character and only had like. One design detail in common. And literally nobody batted an eye. You could write a dynamic between two #characters being incredibly hateful and toxic and somebody else could write them as old friends or an old married couple and both of these #interpretations would be equally canon. A single guy could have two wildly different personalities and backstories and he'd still be #treated like the same character as long as the two looked vaguely similar physically wise. Sure there were interpretations of characters #that were more popular than others but literally the only people who would treat one specific interpretation as canon and shove that #interpretation onto everybody else would be people who came from different kinds of fandoms and let me tell you. They were annoying as fuck #So coming from that kind of fandom into more generic mainstream fandoms feels like such a culture shock. Genuinely cannot comprehend why #people care so much. #'oh this character is so far from canon they might as well make an oc' okay...cool...and? #Maybe they don't want to make an oc?? I mean come on. It's fictional characters. You're an adult. It's not a fucking English class #People don't come to fandoms to study book literacy they come here to have fun. Literally WHO CARES if somebody's interpretation of a #character has only name and looks common with the canon version. WHO CARES. ITS WORDS ON THE SCREEN. Who are they hurting if they're just #making AUs in their own corner and not shoving it in anyone's face? #Idk I just see a characterisation I don't agree with and just go oh. Kinda weird but go off. And move on. #This got longer than I meant it to but whatever #I mean if you have that pet peeve but aren't an asshole about it. It's also whatever. That opinion also doesn't hurt anybody. It's only #people who act so butthurt about it and shit on other people having fun that I have a problem with. If you put it on your own blog and #criticise that sort of content in your own space instead of coming to somebody and going 'hey. I don't like what you're doing'. Then I #couldn't care less. Again. That's kinda weird but go off #It's kind of like. I like horror but I dont care if you dont like horror and talk about it in your own space. But I'm gonna care if you #go up to horror fans and go 'hey I think horror sucks' or 'I dont like horror so you shouldn't either'.

[freak-accident419]

“Hachi Machi!”

Josh Futturman x GN!Reader

Summary: After coming back to 2017 from ‘69, Josh realizes that his and Tiger and Wolf’s interference made some ripples in his timeline, such as the gun hanging in his parent’s house, the Blapple, Ray disappearing, and ultimately Dr. Kronish working alongside Stu Camilo. He’s relieved to know that you are still his partner in this timeline, but when one thing leads to another, he discovers one small change about you.

Word Count: 2.2k

Content: 18+ smut, MDNI, more plot than porn (not very descriptive), takes place during S01E04 im pretty sure, gender neutral reader, penetration (no genitals specified), slightly ooc josh, reader has a tramp stamp

(A/n: I know that in this same episode Lyle introduces the phrase ‘hachi machi’ to Josh after these events, but fuck it. The pacing’s a bit bad, I’m tired, but I hope you enjoy regardless :) you can interpret what the tramp stamp is of, personally, i would go with the dragonfly, what about you guys?)

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Josh was exhausted.

Utterly exhausted.

From going to 1969 and trying to cock block Dr. Kronish, desperately finding ways to spare the man’s life to seeing his colleagues dismember his biotic co-workers and throw them in possum incinerators, it seemed as if he’s never gotten a break. And to top it all off, Tiger kicked him off the team, making him feel useless and loser-like all over again.

There were several ripples that he and his team had caused: Kronish and Stu were now work partners, the Blapple was created because Josh left his phone in the past, Ray no longer worked at Kronish Labs, and his parents now owned a gun that hung on the wall. And so, the first thing he checked ever since he got back was making sure you two were still together—and you were.

You were still on his phone lock screen, except it was with his Blapple (Black Apple) Phone, you still had your sweet back-and-forth texts, and in his gallery, there were several photos—and maybe even new ones—of you together. A sigh of relief escaped his lips as he saw this.

Being upset from how the entire day went led to Josh eating cereal alone in the kitchen. With everything going on, he barely had any time to see you, and you were even busy with your own personal stuff as well. However, a knock on his door made him perk his head up, raising a befuddled eyebrow, and walking towards the front door, opening it to see…

You.

“Y/n?”

***

It’s been less than five days since he’s seen you, but this was the first time he’s seen you ever since he fucked up the present by fucking up the past. Thankfully, you remained the same as if nothing happened, and most importantly, Josh was still your boyfriend.

“You look like a sad, wet cat, dude,” you say as you lay with him on his bed, stroking his soft, brown hair. After he finished his cereal downstairs, you two went up to his room and found yourself cuddling with each other on his bed. “What’s up?”

He frowned as he went completely limp in your arms, enjoying the warmth and comfort that your body offered. He really needed this. “As I said before, it’s—it’s really hard to explain, Y/n.”

“Okay, right, but you haven’t answered my texts. I’m worried about you, Josh,” you confess, continuing to caress him gently.

Oh shit, Josh thought. He hadn’t have gotten used to the features of the Black Apple—or, well, Blapple—yet, and forgot that he even had it on him at times. And with everything with trying to ensure that Tiger and Wolf won’t kill his boss, he has been very, unfortunately preoccupied to remember to text you back.

“I’ve been really, really busy, babe, I’m sorry I never got the chance to text you back,” he replied shamefully, though feeling too calm in your arms to feel really anything else.

“Hey, don’t apologize for that, okay? Now, tell me what’s been going on with you. You can be real with me. Work? Your game? Family issues?”

“Sort of, um… It’s—It’s really hard to explain.” There was a look of bemusement and mere stress on his face, making you feel really bad for him. There was so much that he’s seen in the past few days (such as his colleagues killing or hurting nearly anyone in their way) that you didn’t deserve to be dragged into.

“You know, what, just… We don’t have to talk about it right now if you’re not ready. Alright? Just know that I’ll be here the entire time, and I’ll be here when you’re ready to talk about it. Okay, Josh?”

He was so damn lucky to have someone as amazing as you.

“Okay,” he says, his deep brown eyes looking at you, with his sweet, endearing smile that you always loved seeing. “Thank you. Thank you so much, Y/n, you really don’t know how much I appreciate it, I love you.”

You grin, placing your hand gently behind his neck to cup it. “Of course, baby. I love you too, okay? No boyfriend of mine is going to radiate sad, wet cat vibes while I’m here,” you giggle, finally pressing your soft lips to his.

The kiss was warm and affectionate, as always, and to Josh, it felt like home. It felt like he never even left to go to 1969 with the characters in his video game. It felt like he never witnessed them chopping up his biotic coworkers. He was just back at home, with you, when everything made sense.

You sensed that the kiss progressed however, with his tongue shoving past your lips to meet with yours. His hands are placed to cup your jaw and the kiss deepened.

“Okay, why do you keep insisting that I’m a sad, wet cat? Like, what does that even mean?” Josh chuckles in the kiss, his lips, however, not separating from yours.

You laugh softly and look deeply into his eyes. “You look like a cat that’s been left and drenched in the rain, like completely soaked, and your sad eyes are like… big sad brown eyes that those cats have, or something. I don’t know how else to explain it, you looked like a sad, wet cat before!”

Josh smiles. He missed this so much. He missed you so much.

“Do I still look like a sad, wet cat?” He raised an eyebrow.

You scoff playfully and smirk. “No, more like a… a pathetically horny cat.”

“Why am I still a cat in this?”

“I don’t know, you…”

“’Cause I think I resonate more with—“

“Oh my god, wait, that’s it! You’re a cat in heat!” You exclaim in realization.

He opened his mouth to reply, but paused. “Well, male cats don’t—“

“Yeah, technically, male cats don’t… You know what, doesn’t fucking matter,” you grin, pressing your lips to his once more.

Josh giggled in the kiss as he rolled on top of you, moving his lips and tongue roughly with yours. “I missed you,” he says, pulling his shirt off, then helping you with yours.

“I missed you too,” you reply breathlessly. You hoped that this moment would distract Josh from whatever he was going through, and hoped that he would tell you soon enough what it was. But time travel would be very difficult to explain.

By now, you two were completely naked against each other, holding one another, making out lustfully. Josh broke from your lips, just to press soft kisses on your neck, letting his hand move up and down your waist in the process. You let out small pleasured sighs, letting him kiss from your collarbone, throat, jawline, to your lips once more.

With his other hand, he briefly stroked his cock, until he finally began to ease into your entrance, the two of you eliciting a soft, pleasured moan, as you felt him to gradually stretch you.

“O-oh, f-fuck, you’re so tight,” he nearly whimpered, slowly moving his entire length inside you.

“Have you ever considered it was because I haven’t seen you in days?” You raise an innocent eyebrow.

He huffs amusedly, but you did have a point. “Eh, that’s fair,” he says, finally moving his hips back just to slam into you again, letting out a broken moan.

He began to slide his length in and out of you, thrusting his hips against yours as the two of you let out soft sounds of pleasure. He buried his head in your neck, leaving short kisses as his hands held onto the side of your hips in a tight grip, his cock stretching and caressing your walls.

He continued to thrust into you at a steady pace, quite frankly, an intricate rhythm that cleared his mind of The Biotic Wars entirely, the tightness around his cock giving the sensations he loved and needed. He felt so good to move in and out of you, let alone completely inside of you, feeling so close to you ever since he felt so far, from all the time travel nonsense he went through. Your breath quickened and volume increased, letting out desperate whines, repeating his name and praises under your breath.

Josh, not wanting to cum just yet, pulled out of you, giving you a soft kiss on your lips, as he planned to take you from behind. You smiled at him as your felt his grip on your hips help you lay on your stomach, getting on your knees with your head laying on the pillow, and then—

“Hachi machi!”

He exclaimed, his jaw dropped with wide eyes.

You turn your head back to look at him with a raised eyebrow. “What?”

There were a few ripples in this timeline that took place due to Josh’s interference with the past, such as the Blapple, the rifle in his kitchen, and Kronish’s partnership with Stu Camilo. He didn’t expect a change from you, as you were still thankfully his partner. Except, there really was a change that occurred from his paradoxical meddling.

You had a tattoo on the small of your back.

You had a tramp stamp.

A genuine, authentic, tramp stamp.

It was in black and blue ink, with exaggerated shading and strokes, littered elegantly on your lower back.

“You have a slutty tramp stamp…” he gasped lightly, his entire focus on your tattoo.

You let out a chuckle. “Josh—“

“Since when did you get a slutty tramp stamp?”

“I told you the story multiple times, Josh, I got it in my sophomore year of college when I wasn’t very right in the head. Josh, seriously, are you okay?” You were confused as much as him now. Why was he making it a big deal, as if it was his first time seeing it? He’s seen it multiple times before, he remembers every detail from your story, so why not now? “Because you’re acting like this is your first time seeing it, ever.”

“I—I just…” Josh was still in mesmerized awe, looking at how the ink was littered across your skin. You had a slutty tramp stamp. You had a slutty tramp stamp. Somehow, when he was messing with the past in 1969, the ripple effect caused Josh’s partner to have a tramp stamp tattoo. “I’ll explain later, just… holy shit, you look so good,” he expressed, running his hands over your tattoo and your ass, until he grabbed your hips, aligned them with him, and shoved his dick back inside of you.

“Holy shit,” he repeated, panting and thrusting deeply as your hands gripped on the bedsheets tightly, softly moaning as you feel immense pleasure, especially from this angle. Josh took off one hand from your hips to hold the back of your hand. He missed you so much. And you definitely missed him.

“God, this is so hot,” he breathed, letting his hand run over your tattoo as he continued to thrust deeply. You would laugh from how weird he was being right now, acting like it was the first time he’s seen it, if you weren’t too distracted by the gratifying feelings of your lover’s penetration.

His fingertips traced the ink on the small of your back, still astonished by this new discovery. His thrusts were sloppy, but well calculated as he focused on not only the pleasure the two of your bodies would experience, but also the sexy tattoo above your ass. Josh began to let out louder, desperate whines, moving both his hands onto your hips tight to gain control, pounding quickly and deeply into you.

“F-fuck, Josh,” you sighed softly, moaning with him as the sounds of his thrusting increased.

“O-oh, god… f-fuck…” Josh whimpers, feeling his hips and thighs weaken.

A few thrusts later, the two of you finally came together, Josh collapsing on your back as he panted, leaving frantic kisses on the back of your neck, still deep inside of you. You felt him hold you from behind, the butterfly kisses you received, and his hand rubbing your hip.

“Why did you act like this was the first time you’ve seen my tramp stamp?” You ask him in a gentle voice, yet still very curious, and maybe even a little concerned.

“I, uh… It’s a lot to explain,” he replied out of guilt; he really didn’t want to drag you into this.

“Josh,” you sigh, “You’ve seen it for years. Your face was completely identical to your face the first time you saw it. Seriously, I could be overthinking this, but you’ve been acting weird recently. What’s going on with you?”

“N-nothing! I just… It’s been days since I’ve seen you, and… I really missed you. You’re, like, the hottest person I know, how could I not be inexplicably aroused by you?” In this moment, Josh decided not to tell you anything about the whole thing with The Biotic Wars. He couldn’t. If you would experience the same things he did, he would ensure that it would never happen.

You chuckle lightly at his compliment. “You being honest, baby?” You ask with a raised eyebrow, turning your head to look at him. “It’s just other personal stuff?”

“Y-yeah. It’s nothing important, I promise,” he pecked your lips in reassurance, attempting to ease your worry for him.

“Okay, good,” you say, feeling him kiss down your back, letting out a soft whine as he slowly pulled out to kiss your further down. He held onto your hip, letting his grip lower to your ass as he kissed along your tramp stamp and looked up at you desperately. He could definitely get used to this.

“Fuck, please tell me you’re up for round two.”

You laugh at him, letting your hand reach his head to tangle his hair in your fingers. “Who would I be if I wasn’t?”

#josh futturman x reader #josh futturman x gn!reader #josh futturman smut #josh futturman x you #josh futturman #future man #future man 2017 #josh hutcherson #josh hutcherson x reader #josh hutcherson smut #josh hutcherson x you #Mike schmidt x reader #clapton davis x reader #peeta mellark x reader #derek danforth x reader

[cowgirlcherrie]

CALL ME IF YOU GET LOST .ᐟ chapter three: LEMONHEAD ﾟ+..｡*ﾟ+skater! ellie x fem! reader

a/n: hello my loves new chapter of CMIYGL which is one of my favorite chapters, is one setting focused and just good vibes that slightly become sour at the end. But sit back (it's a lengthy one) so enjoy babis

warnings/content: MDNI Partying, alcohol, drunkness, bruises (just skating injuries), kissing, smoking, lots of swearing, sexual jokes, petnames (babe, mama, etc), arguing, throwing drinks on people,

✧˖°.⤹masterlist. prev. next chapter

“Yo! Get the fuck off the front lawn!”

Ellie shouted at the group of stragglers surrounding the front yard of her shared house. It was typical for this to happen at the E.J.D residence. The trio couldn’t afford to get slammed with another fine knowing well enough that the last one was certainly not paid and their rather annoying neighbors would be vast to dial 9-11 like their lives depended on it. 

Now, this was not Project X.

but it was damn near close. The whiskey tasted better when it was sour. Tequila is better with lime. A beer? Just never mind leave it in the fridge. Jesse wouldn’t say he was a party animal, and neither would Ellie or Dina. Jesse was purely just a former child actor reject that grew to drown himself in partying and near-death experiences. Using his deep-webbed emotions to compensate for the fact that he never got to have a childhood of his own. Until the liquor ran dry and nothing suddenly mattered. He could crack his skateboard on his skull now and parties were an escape. 

There were no parties like a E.J.D party. 

The bass of the music was so loud, it could be heard through the cracks of the window and wood, seeping out the loosened edges – bouncing against the concrete. Ellie thought Jesse’s interpretation of a party to be very different from her own. She wanted a few friends meanwhile he invited half of LA and that half certainly brought a plus one; so really it was a majority.

You coincidentally, got separated from Cat, naturally inviting her on a whim for comfort. Her hand had gotten too loose giving some drunk girl the perfect opportunity to swipe her body in between the two of you, losing her face and her touch in the crowd. Your leather jacket was vacant from your shoulders, gracefully taken by Dina who briefly managed to whisk you off into the kitchen. You learned the rather strikingly beautiful girl to be one of the owners of the house. Flashing you a sweet smile and an arm squeeze. But like a puff of air, she vanished and was nothing but a memory. 

Now you were stuck in the kitchen. Bodies squeezing you in like a cage, loose alcohol tempting you and tormenting you for just…one..sip. To feel the carcass of the un-chilled liquid down your throat as it swirled and tingled at your chest. Burning heart aflame and the devil on your shoulder wrapped your hand around the red cup pouring vodka to the brim. 

You were on the hunt to find Ellie, likewise, the dark-haired roommate of your own.

Cat, on the other hand, took advantage of her solo moment. It was a great opportunity for her to briefly make conversation with Ellie and disappear into the neon lights like it never happened. Of course, this business pertained to you – no other reason for her to have a chat and more so one to keep it brief. She wants Ellie to do whatever it takes to make sure you weren’t a sobbing mess by the end of the night. Especially considering how deep Ellie would get into alcohol on a night like this. It was better she gave the warning now before she got devious.

Her stiletto-shaped nails, dug into Jesse’s shoulder as the man rocked his body slightly to the beat of the music. Vibrant Solo cup in his hand spilling onto the slippery wood,  Any stranger would have thought the conversation was serious between the two. Perhaps flirting, estranged lovers who had a history in the making. Cat played her game well.

“Oh! Jesse, It’s so good to see you! The party is phenomenal, how’s your mom?” Cat’s voice ran sweet like a tasty red velvet cupcake with too much additive sugar frosting. She was boasting to him. Flashing her perfectly braces-made pearly whites, pushing her boobs closely together in the black lacy corset top she was wearing — she could get the world.

“Awh– shit, Cat Pham. . . at my party? Girllll I haven’t seen your ass since senior year, braces are off too” Jesse slurred his words, similar to a town drunk at a liquor store. Hand reaching out to Cat’s lips to which she smacked them away hiking a smack to the side of his head.  His eyes were droopily low, almost like a sad puppy –  and he was smiling; Lost out of his mind. 

He was correct, after senior year happened, Ellie and Cat broke up – lovers departed and the friend group spread across California like they were fleeing the country. Cat knew he was the perfect one to ask.

“Mommy is great! You know she asked about you…she wanted more of your mom’s special recipes” Jesse smiled, if he was being honest he couldn’t feel his face but aside from the scrambled soup that was his brain he could tell he reached his high. Words piling out of his mouth almost like throw-up. 

“That’s great, Jesse. Where’s Ellie I need to speak to her?” Cat was quick to shut the boy up, leaning her body closer to his shoulder. Jesse backed away cheeks flushed. 

“Uhhhh” Jesse laughed “I think she’s outside I don’t really know” Jesse slurred again, pulling the cup up to his lips with a goofy smile on his face. Slurping the liquor like it was juice.

Clearly drunk Jesse didn’t know the answer. Making Cat sigh and roll her head with a soft POP of the air socket between her neck bones. 

“So did Rico’s Zumiez get any new hires?” Cat instead was bypassing the chit chat going straight for the kill. Attacking fill-in questions head first. 

“Uhhhh yeah like 3 I think. . . butttt Rico is sick Cat (burps) excuse me, his lungs are all fucked up from smoking, doctors keep having to pump his lungs free of liquid. We are closing soon, relocating somewhere else” 

Cat’s heart dropped at this information. That shop was dear to local skaters, even herself. Rico helped Cat start her business. The Italian man helping her build a tattoo portfolio is so great —  it would be hard for the businesses to say no. Rightfully so she got hired as an apprentice at Sooleyinks on Main Street. But she couldn’t do it all without him.

“I’m sorry . . .”

The climate was getting somber,

“No…No, Imma miss him for real, the new hires have been a pain in my ass won’t miss ‘em tho” Cat’s ears picked up at Jesse saying new hires. Watching as he eyed his drink, snatching it to ask another question. No minuscule distractions – she wanted to get head-on.

“Any of ‘em girls?” Cat whispered, almost holding the cup as leverage over the boy.

“Yeahhhhh. . . like one, why– trouble in paradise?” Jesse laughed pushing his hand’s palm flat against the wall. 

“No-god no everything is fine,” Cat reassures, swishing Jesse’s cup in her hand “Is she gay?”

“Pft, Alana? Helllll~ noo that girl is as straight as a fuckin’ pencil – at least so I think” Jesse paused quirking an eyebrow at Cat who only nodded her head with her lips slightly parted. 

“Let’s quit the chit-chat, I know Ellie likes y/n who is my roommate…” Cat blurted out making Jesse’s eyes widen his eyes:  pretend-shock – confusion filled his face. Responses delayed 

“SHE’S YOUR ROOMMATE?” The black-haired boy shouted, pretending to sound shocked, almost as if he didn’t know this knowledge prior “Oh~ . . . she’s your roommate~” he corrected bringing a hand up to his mouth. 

“You knew that didn’t you?” Cat pushed tilting her head at the boy in front of her.

“Definitely no—” Cat pinched Jesse in the stomach

“Ow!” 

“Okay! Yes I knew, I mean check her comments you were like the top comment on her 3 recent that’s why I liked them”

Cat cursed under her breath. Crossing her fingers and hoping that magically you didn’t see the comments on her pictures from high school that Ellie had left. She’d make sure to archive them when she had stable service. 

“Does she kn. . .” Jesse abruptly stopped speaking mid-sentence seeing the way that Cat was shaking her head in disappointment. Jesse quickly understood, even though he was drunk his brain tinted with nothing but incoherent la la la’s he was able to muster up the understanding that Ellie was cowardly hiding her way from even letting the words slip between her lips. 

“That’s why I am looking for Ellie” Cat confessed, waving her hands in the air as she spoke, slaming her matte cherry coated lips at Jesse who seemed rather distracted. His eyes focused past Cat’s head.

“Why…are you doing that?” Cat winced, turning around to follow his field of vision.

“Oh shit!” Jesse mumbled 

“Oh yeah…shit” Cat responded meekly, picking up the solo cup to her lips downing the rest of Jesse’s liquid. 

“This is bad”

The two were staring at you in the kitchen who had been touched by the graceful spirit of your crush who was nagging at your heartstrings. Pulling each muscle making it tense and release. Thumping matches the pace of the music — slightly louder. The auburn beauty gave a rather silly drunk smile at you as her arms hooked around your body like a mother cradling her newborn. You could smell her cologne, a clean scent barely almost there, musky with the faint smell of trees and a strong eucalyptus. Lips casting wet-sloppy drunk kisses to the side of your head as you leaned into her touch. 

“Pretty girl! You made it!” Ellie shouted in your ear giving another kiss emphasizing the mwah sound as her lips touched your head. Maybe it was the liquor in her system making her act the way she was, but she was certain, sober she would not be able to even glance at you.

Confidently, at-least.

“What…you thought I was gonna be a no-show!” You laughed, bringing the cup in your hands up to your glossed lips, lip liner shining astonishingly under the forever-changing LED’s. Ellie shook her head, watching as your lipstick stained the white lining of the cup, licking her lips in thirst. Sudden dryness filled her tongue — liquids disappearing as she wanted nothing more than a taste. She was thirsty — really, really, thirsty. 

“Whatcha drinkin’ ?” Ellie pushed, her eyes slowly staring into yours, her lips running against her bottom lip repeatedly. You could see her pupils dilated. Black circle getting wider…and wider against her green. Ellie gently brought her hand up to your cup, fingers wrapped around your own as she pulled it away from your lips. 

“Vodka, a splash of cranberry juice before some bitch snatched the bottle” You joked, sticking a tongue out: pretending to be annoyed at your luck and circumstances. 

“May I?”

Ellie pointed at your cup, her ringed fingers brushing against your bare ones, as she softly ran her thumb over your fingers. 

“Mhm,” you mumbled shaking your head ‘yes’ making Ellie push the cup away from its positioning at your lips. Twirling the cup around until it was on the side of your lipstick stain. Her lips rested in your lip imprint as she brought the liquid to her pouty-full lips wincing at the bitterness and pain after a single taste.

“This was nasty…yeah no we are getting you something better”

Ellie delicately intertwined her left hand with your own. Locking it with a tight squeeze of your left hand as well and pulling you behind her to walk. Her grip was different from Cat’s, it expressed protection and urgency. You knew she wasn’t going to let you go or let a drunk body come between you. Ellie reeled you into her back, using her free hand to reach behind her and caress the fabric of your skirt and pull you closer until your chest was at her back. 

She helped to slow your heart down. The faces of the dancing strangers faded away as all you could focus was on her. How she looked under the current purple and blue transitioning LED’s. Loose strands of hair flopped into her face. A fitted hat was on her head, vintage flat-brimmed, and turned to face the back of her head so the brim was away from her face; similar to the frat boy style. Her outfit was loose, baggy like you expected it. The 90s-fitted low-rise jeans paired with a GOLF WANG graphic t-shirt. 

You thought it was bold of her to wear white at a party where people suddenly had butter flingers, liquids quick to spill to the floor and even cling to fabric, alcohol staining as it settled. But shocking enough there was not a single stain on her shirt. It was clean — slightly wrinkled you could tell she didn’t iron but perfect enough. 

Eventually, your walking came to a standstill. In front of the alcohol table as Ellie gave a tap at your waist before letting both of her hands leave your being. Her hands spiraled around the scarlet solo cup. 

“You trust me?” Ellie quickly asked. Quirking an eyebrow as her eyes sparked. Almost diamond pure as her fingers were hovering over a big Casamigos Blanco tequila bottle. Her rings fiddling against the glass of the exposed bottle waiting for a response from you.

“Depends…” you shoot back, tilting your head as your eyes glanced over the Casa bottle. Knowing well the alcohol was considerable for the strangest of strange blackouts and would have one questioning how they even made It home come sunrise.

High risk, potentially blacking out; high reward, a good fucking time.

“You tryna get me drunk?”

“I think you are confusing drunk with loose. Miss Svedka drinker. You’ll be fine. I don’t think I pour that heavy…personally” Ellie shrugged, flipping the cap off the bottle almost like a mixologist. Pour a good amount of tequila into your cup “More fruity or more sour?” 

“Fruity…what kind of question is that?” You jabbed playfully, letting out a soft laugh escape your chest — natural and free as Ellie did the same.

“You didn’t drink beer, right? liquor before beer you’re in the clear. . .” Ellie ran the saying through to you waiting for you to finish the saying. Her mouth agape waiting for the words to pool out of your lips. Cementing her feet on the hardwood floors. She planned on going off to grab her personal favorite fruit juice from the fridge. Her delicacy to you. 

“Beer before liquor never been sicker!” You complete the phrase — Ellie nodding her head watching as you pretended to take your cup and imitate throwing up into it. “I don’t drink beer”

“Good, don’t” Ellie laughed, “I’m gonna be right back hold this for a sec” Ellie pushed the red cup into your hands. Not even giving you a full minute for you to register what she had said. 

You weren’t sure why Ellie personally treating you with a drink of your own brought chattering butterflies into your stomach. She was providing such care and rather you drink something better than something cheap off the table. Ellie never failed to be gentle with you — it was even more so now that there was alcohol involved in your exchange. It felt more intimate, more personal like a ball of energy building up between the two of you yearning for something to happen.

You couldn’t linger in your own thoughts for a second as Ellie returned with an Ocean Spray branded Cran-Mango juice. Ellie took the juice pouring another half of the cup with the juice. Briefly took the cup to her lips tasting where the Casamigos and Cran-Mango blended, the substance pooling in her mouth sending a gentle yet bitter taste against the buds of her tongue. Ellie took the initiative to pour more. Taking yet again another sip to taste test it.

“Okay…better” Ellie nodded wiping the dripping liquid from her lips with the tip of her ringed finger. “Here let me know”

Ellie handed the cup back to you, swinging the fruit juice in her hand in nervousness watching as you brought the drink up to your lips. The fruit carving the liquor far, not only blending nicely but you barely tasted it, and that was your kind of drink.

“Mhm,” you groaned out in satisfaction as Ellie’s lips curled into a smile. 

“Mmm, what. . .?” Ellie pestered, smiling at you sheepishly. Almost cockily with much pride.

“This is good”

“WOO told you, babe!” Ellie laughed, almost jumping in excitement. All your head could think about was her calling you babe. The way the words rang off her tongue, silky like satin blankets almost as if it was natural. Your cheeks warmed up from not only the chilled liquid in your cup but the feelings that were stirring in your stomach. 

“Let’s join the party now shall we, I hope you can dance” Ellie playfully nudged your shoulder as her body suavely swiveled around you taking hold of your hand, almost as if the two were made for each other. Her elbows were visible from her short-sleeve; bruised up, hues of purple and blue decorating her body like a roughened kiss.

“Bold of you to assume I can’t” you shot back, shouting over the music as Ellie head you to the basement where the main party was at. No Idea by Don Toliver blasting through the large speakers as the crowd bounced to the bass of the music, Ellie even finding herself rocking her body to the music as she dragged you to an open gap in the crowd. The two of your bodies against each other as she grabbed at your waist.

Occasionally taking a sip of the contents from your cup — not even bothering to get her own. The two of you enter a stage of blissfully drunk. A sip and the tug of your waist, slight pressure applied through her fingertips as the peak of the song arose. Ellie dragged her dreamy haze away from you as she heard her name being shouted repeatedly.

ELLIE! ELLIE! 

Her vision redirected to a group of skaters she skated frequently. 2 guys, drowning in their clothes, backpacks on their backs, and decks in their hands. Sneakers beat up as if they were ran over many many times. The guys waved the girl over pointing at a skateboard with the I.C logo on the back of the board. Your eyes, were almost like a worried deer looking up at Ellie whose body was frozen. Looking past you instead of at you. 

“I don’t think I ever told you, congratulations” You whisper, low enough for her to hear your voice as she leaned down for your lips to almost meet her ear. 

“Thank you” Ellie laughed, amidst her buzz giving a small kiss on your cheek. Her own was beet red, seeping through her freckles from the heat and the alcohol she was inhaling by the minute. Times like this Ellie was grateful for the lights being low to where no one could truly see how badly she was blushing under your touch. “Look I have to talk to some friends. . . if you want to come you can, but like -no pressure-like I get it if you don’t want to I’—”

“Ellie” you interrupted her

“What”

“You’re rambling” you blurt out making Ellie scrunch up her nose in frustration. 

“Sorry”

“N-no no, it’s okay…it’s kinda cute actually” you confess dropping your head slightly, feeling waves of embarrassment washing over you. Not being able to contain the emotions you were feeling. 

“So you’ll come?” Ellie held her arm out giving a flesh display of her tattoo in all its glory, the ink fresh and completed. You gladly took her arm into your own, flicking your hand up to gesture to her to lead the way and she did. Almost like a knight in shining armor, she guided you to the corner. Away from all of the people, the outskirts of the main crown that was less busy.

Daping up the skaters with a hug as they cracked their own jokes pretending to wack Ellie with the board. You took it these were her friends. That wasn’t of course Dina whom you learned with time, or her other roommate that apparently was Jesse. Their gaze shifted to you almost startled; gleaming with interest and attraction, but their smile was inviting. The men had buzzcut designs dyed into them. One with flames the other with completely red with a black spider in the center on the back, glimmering under the lights. 

“— Ellie you’re rude as fuck, whose this?” One of them suggested pointing at you as you clung to her arm. Ellie’s arm tensing at the mention of yourself “Uh—this is. . .”

“Y/n! Hi, nice to meet you all” Maybe it was the liquid talking, you suddenly had the courage to get everything off of your chest. Bubbly personality peaking right through. Your hand, naturally covered in bangles and small rings out for them to take. The smile on your glossed lips was charming, giving an invitation for anyone to be sweet to you. A Cotton candy smile. 

“Oh she formal” one of them whispered

“Keep her”

“I’m Oliver but you can call me OB, to your left is P.J and we hug over here mama” One of the guys opened his arms out gesturing for you to bring it in for a hug to which Ellie was quick to swipe her hand in front of you to halt you from walking.

“Yeah, she’s not hugging you” Ellie spoke up, pushing you into her side with her hands. 

Oliver put his hands down, rolling his eyes at Ellie’s sudden rough attitude. “So you skate or… what’s your deal?” P.J. this time spoke up taking a sip from his near-empty tallboy of twisted tea.

“Uhh…” you paused nervously laughing. “I’m from New York, just moved here for college. Learning how to skate thanks to Miss Hollywood over here” You joked tugging Ellie backward at her cap. 

“Ohh we got an east coast baddie in the house~” Oliver taunted making P.J give him a side eye.

“Dude you’re annoying —“

“No you—”

“Bitch I will—”

“Are you twins?” You question bluntly. The two stopped their bickering to look at you.

“What gave it away the hair? No, we just shaved our hair and got matching moles on our asses” Oliver said with a serious tone, his voice vacant from any emotion. Their eyes stared deep into your soul as he watched the way your smile faded.

“Oh. . .”

“Just playing with you mama, yeah we’re twins I’m the oldest by the way don’t listen to anything this knucklehead says” O.B confesses,

His statement made the group burst out laughing. Including yourself who rolled your eyes at their childish behavior. In times like this you thought about how people’s friends were often a reflection of themselves. Thinking back to why Ellie had a childish rebellious nature of her own. 

You figured O.B. and P.J. definitely played a part into her mannerisms.

“Oh Ellie I like them, she’s cool” 

“So. . .” P.J. cleared his throat and reached the board, setting the slender wood onto the hardwood floor of the basement.

“Wanna show us a trick?” P.J suggested, taking another swig at his almost empty can

Resting his foot against the edge of the deck, kicking it in your direction. 

Your head tilted to Ellie who was by your side, the redhead gave you a smile and a nod of encouragement. “Go ahead” Ellie whispered, carefully keeping her voice low to give you free reign to make moves. 

“Actually, we’ll teach you something — probably better than what your girl is showing you anyways” P.J. spoke up again watching the brief and small exchange you and Ellie shared.

“Oliver stabilize, let’s do a tic-tac, simple won’t make you crack your skull open. I imagine you are drunk?” P.J. questioned, quirking an eyebrow up at you. To which you nodded at him and he nodded back, the silent exchange brief but P.J.’s delivery was understanding.

Oliver was crouched down almost at eye level with the board, his hands at the edges of the wood, fingers gripping onto the grip tape. His fingertips were covered in bandaids, small scares going up his arm — clearly from one-too-many falls.

“Ellie you’re spotting, waist duty…puh-lease~” P.J. sang as he whistled standing in front of you in the corner. 

The music by now in the back had shifted from Don Toliver to Drake’s Nonstop. The crowd getting low to the music meanwhile yourself, Ellie and the skater group stood in the corner nook with the couches, often where couples would move away to break from the chaos of the main party.

It was spacious — a lot of room for you to do a trick and not have to worry about bumping your head, or hitting a coffee table for that matter.

“You skate goofy-footed?” Oliver asked, debating if he had to flip the direction of the boards nose. Seeing the way your face scrunched in confusion, O.B bit at his lips realizing he was asking the wrong person “Ellie?”

“No, she rides regular” 

“Ok so take one step on the board, both feet try to relax, do not put your feet together, you see where these screws are” P.J pointed to the screws at the bottom of the board the 3 at the left side and the three at the right.

“Place your left foot here,” his fingers pointing to the corresponding left screws “right foot over there” repeating the action. 

“You want your feet to be at your riding — standard position”

You took a step onto the board, as Ellie held onto your hips to prevent you from sliding. Your hands ghosting over hers, with a slight grip as you felt an odd shift at your balance with the sudden wheel’s beneath you. Ellie on the other hand was whispering a soft “I got you” repeatedly, her breath fanning against the back of your neck, just enough to give a shiver up your spine. 

Getting your feet comfortable, P.J and O.B cheered you on, like-wise other skaters who were sitting around clapping their hand against the back of the board, to cheer you on. You smiled sheepishly looking back down to Oliver at the floor who lifted a thumbs up at you.

“Okay great, you’re doing perfect! So now you are gonna push your weight slightly over the board bend your knees a little,” Ellie moved a hand down to slap at your knee making your body jump at the feeling of her sudden chilled touch. Implying to bend your knees to which you did.

P.J continued speaking, almost in full lecture mode, “because your hips are gonna rock, twisting at the nose of your board”

“Give it a try”

“You got it,” Ellie encouraged giving a slight grab at your waist, her fingers slightly bunching at the fabric. You slowly started moving your hips, Oliver letting go so you can try the trick. You were breezing through, feet moving at a great speed, hips at the right position — or maybe it was because of Ellie’s hands guiding you, but you were tic-tacing across the basement tile of the corner making the skaters in the corner cheer you on. 

“OKAY MISS EAST COAST” O.B shouted! As you stood up fully to clap, Ellie pausing you to lift you off the board spinning you around. Pulling your body into a hug as your feet met the ground. 

“Okay Lil’ Tony Hawk don’t get ahead of yourself now” P.B shouted playfully. 

“You should skate with us sometime, considering how good you learn and pick up these skills, we could use your energy at the park” O.B suggested giving you a gentle smile, meanwhile P.J nodded picking his board up from the floor. 

“I mean, if I’m not working the days you go I’ll totally check in” You smile giving the duo a fist bump. You looked beautiful under the light, the long saturated lights dawning upon you with delight as your makeup, soft and dewy glistened in the light.

You turned around to be face-to-face with Ellie, who cutely scrunched up her face at you, opening her arms slightly. Naturally you leaned your body in to give her another hug to which Ellie took it. Sudden adrenaline pumping through her veins, she was almost nervous that you could hear the faint beating of her heart. Not like she was complaining though. 

“Look at you my little rookie!” Ellie whispered lowly into your ear. 

“Making me look good n’ shit, you swear you never done this before?”

“Swear” 

“God you are amazing, I could just kiss you right now!” Ellie blurted out, with a slight rasp in her voice. It was too late for Ellie to take her words back, it felt almost natural as if this was everyday for her. With you she felt at home, and at ease. 

“You can, but I actually have to pee” you whispered back with a laugh, your head falling to hit her shoulder. Laughter raking through your body; almost shaking. 

“upstairs second floor and  first door on your right” 

“Thank you!” You smile briefly as you turn on your heels to walk away, “Bye guys you were fun, I’ll be back…hopefully” You yelled over the music as the skaters waved to you. O.B and P.J with the dorkies smiles on their faces as they watched you go.

“Good job mama! Hope to see you hitting the parks soon!”

You ran off to the stairs, your body disappear merging into the bodies of people. Ellie on the other hand let out a prolonged sigh looking at the boys in front of her, to which P.J and O.B were already giving her a knowing look.

“On your simp shit, she bad tho snatch her before your competitions grabby hands will” O.B. suggested pretending to be a crab claw with his hands and clawing his hands at Ellie’s shirt. Then making graphic imagery with his hands. P.J. laughed at his brother’s actions, Ellie only rolling her eyes at the twins. 

“Fuck you!”

“If you fumble we’ll never forgive you” 

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The bathroom was your escape for the moment. Brought you back to reality and grounded you from everything that seemed unreal, you were definitely sobering up from all that you drank. As your cup was discarded and tossed in the trash before your meeting of O.B and P.J.

Flushing the toilet quickly you made your way back to the counter to wash your hands. Tilting your head every now and then at the feeling of the pressure condensing in your head. Almost feeling airheaded and lightheaded. The post-drinking headache coming along swiping through you like the Grim Reaper.

Taking a generous amount of soap only to realize the pump was damn near stuck and the bottle was almost out, sucking your teeth in agitation, having no choice but to unscrew the lid and tap the bottle against your palm to get the soap out. 

Amidst the base of the music peeking through the vents and gaps in the bathroom, two voices were loud against the door. Sounded like an old couple in an argument. One voice is a lot softer the other one raspier and aggressive almost attacking the softer voice. Making your nose scrunch trying to screw your head away from being nosy. After carefully putting the top on off the bottle – and a terrible job of minding your own business you flicked the faucet up, warm-hot water gushing into the sink, as you washed your hands humming the tune of the song. Snapping a piece of paper towel off the roll and wiping your head dry, hitting the faucet with your napkin before throwing it in the trash.

You took a sharp inhale, taking in the fumes from the air-freshener of the wall, your hands entangled in each other as you looked at your appearance in the mirror.

Make up still intact? Check.

No broken nails? Check.

Outfit still fine? Triple check.

Drunk? Oh more than a fucking check. 

BANG!

You jolted, being brought out of your own thoughts as you heard the sound of a loud shove against the door, arguing you heard prior getting louder and louder. Tip toeing your way to the door, pressing your ear against the thick wood trying to hear the voices amidst the music.

“I told you to fucking tell her and you didn’t”

“Don’t piss me off I’m doing it!”

“Well you got 5 fucking minutes! Anderson walked through the door, if that gives you any motivation”

Who the fuck was Anderson? You pushed your head away from the door thinking about who the two voices could have been talking about. Now that you were listening – to which you definitely shouldn’t have, inquiry filled you. The voices were more feminine, one a little groggier than the other. 

“Like hell, I’m letting Abby touch her! Are you joking? We can’t do this right now and you said you would help me yet your fucking yelling at me!”

“I’ve had it with you! You didn’t grow at all you immature little—”

SPLASH!

You brought a hand up to your mouth in confusion as the water hit the door. Fortunate that you were on the other side, you looked down at your sneakers to see a sudden pool of water seeping onto the bathroom floor tile, traveling underneath the door. But that definitely wasn’t vodka, or urine either the mystery liquid slightly tinted brown. You heard a slight growl from the other side. It didn’t sound too good, at all. 

“You tell her, or I will you got 24 hours or this deal is done!”

With that, your hand reached for the doorknob unlocking the door to reveal two familiar faces near and dear to you. 

Ellie and Cat.

Like two deers stuck in headlights, the two stopped speaking to each other, to now face you in shock. Cat quickly tucked her solo cup behind her and threw it somewhere in the hallway. 

This time you took back your mental note about Ellie’s shirt considering the white fabric blend now was drenched in a brown toffee splotch at the center. 

“Y/n! I’ve been looking for you the whol—”

“Do you know each other or. . .” 

You looked at Cat, not missing a beat as you turned to look at Ellie. Ellie turned her head to look at Cat with pleading eyes. Smoothly going unnoticed by you as the two spoke up over each other. 

“No”

“No”

The two said at the same time, making you tilt your head to the left in confusion. They were rushing to say no simultaneously almost as if they couldn’t control the urge to say it, caught in a lie your head shouted.

Caught. In. A. Lie

 

Cat was looking at you with a wide smile. Masking the scowl she had when you opened there, almost as if there was nothing wrong.

“Explain your shirt then?” you nudged pointing at Ellie’s shirt. You were getting suspicious, head on the fox, whose slyness rather slipped – they got careless and now they were paying the price.

“Uh…”

“Some couple apparently was walking by if you heard arguing apparently Ellie, right your name is Ellie?” Ellie nodded as Cat continued “tried to break it up so they would leave and the girlfriend threw the drink accidentally hitting Ellie in the process. I was looking for the bathroom and that’s how I saw her. Small conversation” Cat smiled 

Her lie was clean, 100% believable considering her hands were free of any cup and she played it off as she didn’t know Ellie. Ellie’s eyes ran in disbelief staring at the girl as Cat gave a glance back almost screaming You Owe me!  

You also weren’t oblivious or ignorant for that matter deciding to leave it alone. 

“Uh huh…” you nodded as you prepared to step out only for Ellie to push you in, followed by herself, Wind catching your throat.

“Thanks for uh the help Cat, we need like a minute -thank you” Ellie’s back was turned towards you as she closed the door in Cat’s face, hitting the lock and letting out a breath before turning to face you with a smile. Her smile dropped upon seeing the look on your face. Almost as if you were lost in your head–stricken daze as your mind was talking but your mouth was not.

“You alright? You don’t look so well”

Ellie’s eyes squinted at how unsettled you looked. Almost as if you were about to vomit. Looking a little green. You weren’t sure why, but the butterflies you got when you saw Ellie transitioned to anxiety. Like something was wrong. Terribly wrong. Your stomach curls in knots attacking each other like a parasite almost as if you ate something bad. 

Something was wrong.

“Yeah. . .” You whispered breathily lying through your teeth. A hand shifting over to your stomach as a way to ease the sudden pain.

“Here sit”

Ellie tapped the open space of the counter of the sink you walked to the main sink. 

“You mind if I, uh…” Ellie pointed at her shirt, to which you shook your head. For a second giving the girl privacy, looking away from her undressing in front of you.

Ellie slid the shirt off of her body leaving her in a bright blue sports bra. Her body, rather fit was slightly bruised in some areas. Like her hips, or her back. They looked painful making you wince in pain. Ellie’s gaze followed your own as her hands touched against the messy hues of purple.

“Skate fails.” 

“You don’t take care of yourself?” you whisper bringing a hand out to touch the bruise making Ellie suck her teeth and hiss at you.

“As best as I could.”

Ellie prolonged a look at you. Grabbing onto your fingers to stop you from touching. 

Her mind was screaming kiss! Kiss! Kiss! With her face leaning to your own. She could smell the sweetness of your perfume. Like the perfect bite almost harmonic to her. Wedding bells singing.

Almost as if someone snapped their fingers in front of her face she jolted away.

“I’ll heal up jus’fine the ointment is working . . .I guess”

“You don’t give yourself any love,” You started, making Ellie’s heart grow softer. Growing paints made her eyebrows knit together in sadness.

“What makes you think that” Ellie kept her voice low, somewhere between a whisper and a mumble. Bringing a hand up to scratch at the back of her neck

You moved your body closer to the counter, leaning closer to where she stood, taking her arm into your own hands, and tugging her forward like a ragdoll. Ellie stood before you, hawk-eyed as you brought your glossed lips down to her arm applying a kiss to the disappearing bruise on her bicep. Triggering a response in her – Ellie abruptly jumped, chapped lips separated. This time you lifted up her wrist, kissing the edge of her knuckles.

“That’s how I know” 

Where her green met your very own, sparkles in her eyes, as her loving gaze couldn’t diverge. It reminded you of when she poured you the drink. An intimate moment but this time the two of you were alone and there was no one to stop you. 

“I don’t deserve you,” Ellie whispered softly, bringing a hand up to move your hair out of your face. The look on her face was almost guilty as if she now entered the emotional stage of her drunkness

“How do you know what I deserve,” you whisper holding onto her arm and giving her room to speak her mind. 

“You don’t know who I am” 

“I can learn, I-I Ellie, You can’t see what I see” you reasoned. It was almost as if Ellie was backtracking. Self-sabotaging for all of the soft moments you made. Wanting nothing more than to close herself off and be alone. She knew the minute she lied to you, and you still trusted her that she was no good. Ellie felt greedy sinfully taking a bite of something so precious and delicate that she was going to destroy it with her greed and recklessness. 

Maybe that was the part about liking someone and desiring them. For some time she thought she could never feel an emotion other than lust until she met you. You changed her greed, her desire, her energy vampire nature to be loved. She wanted to do right by you. And even so, she still failed, Cat was right, she didn’t change.

“You wouldn’t like what you see”

“But your different no? If we’re talking about pasts we all got one. It’s how we move forward that matters” you continue, almost lecturing the girl in front of you.

Ellie nodded

“I-...”

“Shh”  

The moment was tender. Silence fills the bathroom, the bass from the music filling the void where their voices would have filled.

“Your lips look a little dry” you confessed, making Ellie furrow her eyebrows, her eyes flickering to your own seeing the way the gloss shined underneath the bathroom overhead light. It was a total off- comment almost throwing off the vibe of the moment the two of you were sharing.

“What?”

“Wait lean in a bit more hold on,” Ellie complied – leaning further in her lips a perfect inch away from yours. 

Ellie felt her breathing speed up, eyeing your lips, trying to correct herself by looking elsewhere. 

“Don’t look at me like that” Ellie whispered, her voice low as she leaned in even closer turning the inch to a centimeter. Her lips almost grazed yours as she spoke.

“Like what?” you whispered tilting your head as you looked up at her through your mascara-coated lashes, orbs flashing innocence, and fake confusion.

It took no time for the two of your lips to meet, your glossed lips giving hers some moisture. It was soft, almost feeling as if you were falling through a series of clouds. Ellie gripped at your face, as you felt her cold rings against your face, hands moving up and down as they stroked your smooth skin. It was abruptly getting hotter than here. By now your hands reached up to the back of Ellie’s hat tossing it to the floor, as the kiss got deeper and deeper. Your body hit the back of the counter’s mirror as Ellie continued to take her time kissing you. Stepping in between your thighs, using her free hand to wrap your legs around her waist as she continued. Caging her in feeding into the temptation.

You let out a low whine only for Ellie to detach her head away from your lips, tightly gripping your jaw and your neck tightly as her lips were kissing the flesh of your skin. Wet messy kisses as her tongue was in swirls, peppering marks on your neck. Almost going in as if she was taking a lick at ice cream, trying to get to the center and devour the cone. 

Occasional moans left your lips as you continued to get drunker off the taste of alcohol on her tongue. Your heavy breathing was intense as she pulled apart from you, fixing your dress strap for you as she gave a swift kiss to your shoulder and collarbone.

“I want to give you more than a sloppy party kiss. . .”

THUD!

“Ayo! open the door I gotta pee!”

Ellie rolled her eyes at the voice, belonging to a man as she peeled her body away from yours. Putting the shirt in the hamper closest to the tub she dug through the bathroom closest to find one of the secret safety shirts Jesse stored in the cabinet. Sliding the fabric over her head as she turned to face you adjusting the shirt. 

You snickered, laughing at how ridiculous the slogan on the shirt was: “WHO ATE ALL THE PUSSY?” It read, as ridiculous as it sounded it was very suitable for her. 

“Nice shirt,” Ellie looked down at the words before looking back at you,

“Nice face”

You shook your head at her response hopping off the counter to refreshen yourself, you digging into your purse as she was doing her own thing. Digging through your purse you brought out a small bottle of Fenty-lip gloss, cherry tinted, applying the rich and sticky gloss onto your lips rubbing in security. Ellie on the other hand, finished her preparations, throwing her hat into the closet, now eyeing your tube of lip gloss.

“You want some?” Your voice ran sweet as you pushed her more in front of you. Ellie puckered her lips meanwhile you were pumping the gloss three times before applying the tingling lip gloss onto her own. Ellie hummed at the sudden cherry flavor.

Ellie’s scrunched up – almost as if she smelled something bad.

“Ouchh, what the hell is it supposed to do that” Ellie cried, almost throwing a tantrum like a child. Rubbing her lips together.

“Yes Ellie, it’s a lip plumper”

“I swear my lips are gonna fall off”

“You’re so dramatic”

“Argg — take it off!”

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Once you left the bathroom you ended up separated from Ellie. Jesse interrupted saying they were having a problem…yet again with too many people on the front lawn. Jesse shouted sorry at you repeatedly as he dragged her away from you. Ellie looked back at you twice, while you did only once. 

You thought now would be a good time for some fresh air taking in the sudden humidity that was so so much hotter in comparison to where you stood comfortably at the counter. You whisked your way to the patio. Finding yourself sitting at the steps. The cool air nipping at your kneck as you bask in your own warmth rubbing your arms upwards and down again – repeating this motion until you were satisfied.

Tonight felt like a fever dream to you. Kissing your growing crush, a great night out where you not only made friends but weren’t uncomfortable during the night. It seemed almost too good to be true. Until the thoughts of Cat and Ellie standing outside of the bathroom door set you off. You felt that nervousness bubble up in your stomach again as you dipped your head down to rest against the wood of the railing. 

Behind you, the patio door slammed open…before being closed again. The back area was vacant of bodies until the new one arrived. The smell of pine filled your nostrils, clean and fresh as the body sat next to you bringing a blunt to their lips –  scratched at their hair. A jacket, on their arms flashes of red and white making you fully glance at them this time. 

It was a blonde with a pretty smile and beat-up Converse like many of the other skaters there. Which led you to believe that she was probably one of them, probably a friend of Ellie’s as well. Oh, how you were wrong.

“Too loud?” Her voice was smooth and low, muscular build figure -- prominent she had to be about 6’0. She seemed like an enigma not even real, almost an angel coming to your aid when you needed help and that you did.

“Nah. . . just needed to clear my head, for a second” You whispered as you kept your eyes closed against the wood. The sudden smell of weed fills the aroma between the two of you.

“All fair, what’s on your mind? I’m a stranger but I can give you advice” The blonde spoke up again letting out a brief puff of air and blowing the smoke away from you. She dug into her jacket pocket pulling out a penny, the blunt resting between her lips.

“Penny for your thoughts” She suggested.

You took the coin into your hands.

“You ever feel like someone is lying to you [all the time,] like I have suspicions that my roommate and this current girl I’m seeing are up to something. . . like I wouldn’t say it's imperatively negative but like it feels like there's a secret and everyone knows but me.” You confessed, words spilling out of your mouth like you were in a therapy session. The girl took another swig of the blunt before speaking.

“If you feel like it is, then find out the truth. You seem like a smart girl, don’t be afraid to ask”

“I’m not afraid its jus—”

“You’re afraid.”

“And that’s okay,” the blonde continued as she now directed her full attention to you. The scar on her face was prominent against her cheeks, ocean eyes slightly large and almost silver under the moonlight.

“I think you’re afraid your suspicions are gonna be right. But even if they were, look at the facts and the integrity. Were they not telling you x,y,z to hurt you – antagonize you? Or protect you?”

“I’m not a kid, I don’t need protecting” you scowled, turning your once open body away back into the staircase, adjusting your body away from the blonde’s. 

“Didn’t say you were, but everyone needs protecting…including myself”

“Let me tell you a story,” The blonde shook the blunts ash out as she started to speak. “When I was in high school I was infatuated with my current girlfriend, before we started dating. I wanted her so badly. My friends knew I had a crush and even someone I considered my best friend at the time. So naturally I planned moves, and they swept her right away from me — kissed her. . . probably fucked her. I was so mad. I mean I still get riled up thinking about it – but that’s beside the point. Eventually, the truth came to light that my so-called best friend wasn’t as good as people said she was. Now eventually my girlfriend and I worked past it, but I always thank myself for checking the light-eyed bitches location and finding out everything I needed to go”

“See I trusted my gut and I think you should too”

You took in her words, mouth wide as she told the story “I’m sorry that’s fucked up!”

“What’s even more fucked is me being here right now because I shouldn’t even be in attendance”

“They here or something?” you pry  – hoping to not have crossed paths with this person.

“Oh they are here alright, just be —”

“Yo!” A soft voice shouts from the patio door a black girl whose hair was put up into a cute puff, stuck her head out looking at the blonde. You thought she was gorgeous, even down to her voice she was pretty. Her aurora was nice, fitting for the blonde next to you

“Let’s bounce, Jesse’s cutting people out”

“Yup! Alright, that’s our cue,” The blonde put out her marijuana stick, dabbing it into the wood of the stairs as she stood up fully with a stretch. “Listen, as I said – if you suspect something ask questions. Stop settling that’s how you fuck yourself over”

“What’s your name?” you shouted, watching as the girl was walking away from you with the girl who stuck her head out, who you presumed to be her girlfriend that she described in the story.

“Abby!”

“And good luck! Something tells me you’ll need it”

Leaving you with the sparkling penny under the moonlight.

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© cowgirlcherrie 2023

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[hollowtakami]

CATBOY KEIGO

BANNER ART: KADEART

CONTENT: NSFW IMAGINES, MDNI! Keigo has a cat quirk, sub!keigo, dom!reader, gn!reader, anatomy referred to as cock but can be interpreted as a strap.

WORD COUNT: 352

AUTHOR NOTE: catboy kei has been living in my brain and he wouldn’t leave so i wrote this:33

Kitty!Keigo, purring every time he nuzzles against you, his nose deep in the crook of your neck and a sweet smile on his face. Poor kitty’s in heat, needs you so bad. Humping your thigh and whispering in your ear, begging for you to just touch him. His tail rubs against your skin, soft but intentional. He’s going to regret teasing you.

Kitty!Keigo, who knows how to use his claws when he’s scratching your back as you pound his tight ass. Skin slaps against skin as your hips meet and he sings for you, his tail wavering and hips faltering, ears flattening out as his eyes roll back. Your cock fills him so good and he’s drunk on the feeling, his tongue lolling out.

Kitty!Keigo, mewling and whimpering when you're kissing his prostate with your tip and stretching him out just how he likes it, he’s such a good kitty when he takes it so well, in your lap. You’re holding the plush of his sides as he rides you, bouncing up and down on your length. He’s fucking himself on it like you aren’t even there, like you aren’t the reason why he’s stuffed so perfectly full of cock.

He’s no king of the jungle, he’s a domesticated kitty and trained so well, following every command you give him with a whiny “nyaaa-” and a fucked-out expression. Kitty!Keigo fucks like it’s all he knows, he’s such an obedient pet. You order him to cum, and there’ll be ropes of white creaming from his tip, red and sensitive.

When he’s not being fucked senseless, Kitty!Keigo is on his knees, his eyes wide and brimming with lust, tail swishing and ears pricked with anticipation as you stuff his mouth with your cock. He drools all over it, his own personal catnip. He throatfucks himself on it without you having to move an inch, he’s a good kitty who knows how to put on a show for his owner. He’ll swallow all of your cum, not before sticking out his tongue and showing his master his dirty prize.

#<3 #keigo takami #boku no hero academia #mha hawks #my hero academia hawks #hawks x reader #keigo takami x reader #takami keigo #hawks x y/n #hawks imagines #hawks my hero academia #hawks mha #bnha hawks #hawks smut #hawks #hawks x male reader #keigo takami imagine #keigo takami smut #mha takami keigo #keigo takami x you #keigo takami x gn reader #keigo takami x y/n #hawks x gn reader #hawks x gender neutral reader #mha smut #bnha smut #my hero academia smut #mha imagines #bnha imagines #keigo takami x gender nuetral reader

[its-time-to-write]

No disrespect to daddy jamie but childfree girlies want some crumbs too😩

Maybe reader and jamie babysit pheobe for a day and reader sees that jamie’s really good with her and she’s like oh fuck he probably wants to have kids of his own in the future. So inevitably she has to bring this up and she tells jamie that she doesn’t want to have children half expecting for relationship to end here but jamie’s being cool about it and it’s all good

If that’s too much feel free to ignore the details… i’ll settle for anything atp💌

Haha here you go! I forget that I have intense and incurable baby fever pretty much 24/7, and most people can’t relate😅

family that i chose

Jamie is really good with Roy’s niece, Phoebe. It’s sweet to watch them run around and antagonize each other, and usually you enjoy seeing them laugh. You love the way Jamie can unwind and seem truly carefree.

You’re not enjoying it today.

No, you’re sitting in Keeley’s backyard with a worried, far-off expression firmly affixed on your face. You’re so far off that Keeley has to call your name three times before you snap out of your thoughts and look at her.

“Where’s your head at?” she asks. “You look like someone killed your cat.”

You shake your head. “It’s nothing. I mean, it’s probably nothing. It’s not a big deal.”

Keeley settles into the chair next to you and leans toward you conspiratorially. “Roy’s got at least twenty minutes left on dinner, and Phoebe looks like she’s got a good handle on Jamie. Go on, spill!”

You shake your head again. “I just- he’s so good with her. And yeah, I like Phoebe. A lot, actually. Jamie does too and we’ve been together awhile, and it’s only a matter of time before he starts talking about having kids.”

Keeley nods, encouraging you to go on.

“I don’t want that,” you say bluntly. “I don’t want kids. I like them well enough, but I know that I know that I don’t want any of my own. I’m perfectly fine being the cool aunt who gets to send them back home to mum and dad at the end of the day. I have my own life and my own career, and I don’t see kids factoring in at all.”

Keeley asks, “So what’s the problem?” because she knows you’re ramping up to something.

You say, “I don’t want to break up with Jamie,” and Keeley nods.

“You think he’s going to dump you because you don’t want kids and you think he does.”

You slowly nod your head. “That about sums it up.”

“Have you even talking to him about it?”

You don’t respond and Keeley interprets your silence correctly. “Well then why the fuck are you worrying about something you don’t even know about? Just talk to him, babe! It’s not as scary as you think it is.”

You’d disagree. It is scary. You don’t want to lose Jamie, but you think it might be better to lose him sooner than later. Why form more of an attachment to someone who’s inevitably going to leave? —

You are decidedly not sober, but you’re also not drunk either, you’re just a happy, buzzing mix so the car ride from dinner back home is bubbly and golden. Jamie’s got some playlist on and you’re holding your hand out the window, threading it through the wind.

You’re upstairs brushing your teeth next to Jamie when you blurt out, “I don’t want kids,” then clap your hand over your mouth. That was not supposed to come out right now.

Jamie stops mid-brush and looks at you. He says, “The fuck?” all garbled through a mouthful of toothpaste.

Your face feels hot.

“I- I don’t want kids. I’ve thought about it before, and I don’t.”

Jamie spits out his toothpaste into the sink. “What makes you think I want them?” he asks, and the question is genuine.

“You’re so good with Phoebe,” you say. “Other footballers have families. Just look at the Beckhams.”

“Babe,” Jamie replies, “just because I like Phoebe doesn’t mean I want a kid. I want you, whatever that looks like.”

You say, “Oh,” in a small voice and Jamie laughs.

“Yeah, fuckin’ oh.”

“You want me?” you ask. Jamie rolls his eyes.

“Yes, you fucking nerd. What the fuck did you think we were doing here? Fucking around? We’ve been together for ages. I let you see my hair when it ain’t fucking brushed.”

That’s fair. 

“You’re proper buzzed, ain’t you?” Jamie asks. “You’re gonna have a massive fucking headache tomorrow.”

He’s right. Anything stronger than water wrecks you, but you still drink it anyway. 

“Gonna get you some water to drink before you go to sleep,” he says, then smacks your butt before heading downstairs. Keeley was right, it wasn’t as scary as you thought it was.

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt x y/n #jamie tartt x you #jamie tartt #ted lasso

[neinofthem]

brief vent in your inbox- it's such a big pet peeve to me when people take things like the cat's paw scene as essek instantly being in love with/wanting to bang caleb when matt confirmed he's demisexual. like, we'd know how wrong it'd be to ship beau with a man, but people won't show the same respect for essek's demisexuality

you’re actually so correct. like essek was definitely manipulating caleb on actual purpose. he had his own reasons for sort of flirting that had nothing to do with attraction or lust or anything, he very plainly wanted to get in good with the nein to figure out how they worked and how to swing that to his advantage. to me he reads as a very. ‘use everything at my disposal’ sort of person, and what he had at his disposal was looks, charm, etc. also, caleb was trying to set up a honeypot which essek definitely clocked and was playing into. maybe he thought caleb genuinely wanted to fuck him or whatever, it doesn’t really matter, the point of playing along and doing their batshit mating ritual wasn’t oh wow love at first sight it was oh, jesus, these people have never had a relationship that wasn’t wildly toxic and now they’re trying to bait the other into thinking that they have their shit together and should be trusted with capital S Secrets.

this to me also reads as a symptom of the woobification of essek thelyss, where he goes all doe-eyed over caleb immediately when, at first, it’s canon that he absolutely hated awllll of them very much. caleb intrigued him, yes, but caleb did not compel him to make any genuine overtures of friendship or romance or anything of the kind until much later. this might stem from the need to make essek into the more submissive (in a personality sort of way) between the two in regards to their eventual relationship, which echoes back up along the timeline and makes people think that their relationship has always been like this (with caleb the self confident wondertherapist there to coach essek through unlearning a century of bullshit while essek simpers helplessly under caleb’s fucking electric blue gaze or whatever).

this interpretation of them is problematic even when it’s wayyy postcanon, but people look at this very inaccurate summary of their dynamic and go, ‘oh, shit, essek must have been hiding his inner softboy all along, this changes their whole story’ which, no! if he wasn’t a bad person who did bad things for bad reasons in the beginning (yes I know that this is oversimplification, it’s going to be ok I prommy), then his redemption holds no weight! what’s the point of a narrative about change and growth and building a better self if the character most central to this theme didn’t have to actually make anything new, he just had to scrape away a layer of mean exterior to get to the gooey domestic homemaker big sweater wearing pet name calling somftboi interior? no point. there is no point. fuck!

#media illiteracy is real and some of you should seek treatment #also yes the demi aspect of his character is very important and adds an entire new layer to this discussion #anon im so sorry that i sort of steamrolled your very valid point into a rant of my choosing #ily <3 #critical role #essek thelyss #cr #the mighty nein #tm9 #mighty nein #cr2 #shadowgast #critical role essek #essek

[nyimasu]

───── 𝐼𝑁𝐾 (𝑀𝐴𝑆𝑇𝐸𝑅)

tags! 🕸️ yoshida hirofumi x f!reader, 18+ content — devil fucking/monsterfucking (literally), oral (f receiving), lots of spit is involved, pet names (doll), slight praise kink, double penetration, dirty talk, teasing, impact play (spanking) ... this is pure filth but yolo — 2.8k

P.S : this work can be interpreted as a second part to this one, or a stand-alone fic, also all characters are aged up

🕷️ — ao3 link!

Sometimes your brain brings you to places you shouldn’t be, to meet people twice as horny as you are.

Except it’s not with a person that you’re dealing with tonight ‒ well, not just your man, at least –, but with something entirely different.

A being made of ink and whose desires you can no longer deny it.

“Come closer.”

Your eyelids flutter at the tone, but you do as instructed and crawl backwards on your knees, right where it wants you to be. Yet your sweaty back clashes with a human chest, not tentacles, before reaching the edge of the bed.

Slender fingers come to press into the flesh of your hips and you giggle. There’s no need to turn, for you know how needy the man behind you is, already.

You grind on your boyfriend’s hard-on in retaliation, sighing in unison with him when you feel his cock twitch and slap against your lower back.  

Small victories before I’m completely annihilated by the inhuman one, you think to yourself with an inner smile. What little decency you have left goes straight to the drain.

“Hey, stranger. I thought you were going to sit this one out.” the words fall off your lips calmly, almost teasing as you continue saying, “Can’t really let your Devil have all the fun tonight, am I right?”

Black locks frame part of your face as the man behind you tilts your head towards his. His lips stretch upward, and you feel the impish smile on your own when he kisses you. The scent of seawater in your nostrils, the wet touch of excitement dripping down your legs with just a touch of his ‒ theirs ‒ is enough for you to drown in.

Yoshida is one hell of a tease, and the Octopus Devil is no less aggravating. It is the latter that is playing with you now, and its partner had agreed not to participate in the little carousel of sins.

But then again: like master, like puppet.

Deceitful till the end.

“How can I be on the sidelines when you look like this? I can’t help myself, you know that.” Yoshida points out, his dominant hand now descending between your thighs. 

“So pretty”, his index and middle fingers’ pads flatten on your clit and you lurch forward. Out of instinct, you arch your back like a cat while you stretch your arms on the bed, nails ready to dig in the soft mattress as pleasure takes over because it will overshadow every shred of embarrassment you might still have. 

The sight in front of him, of your glistening cunt puffy with need, almost knocks Yoshida off his feet. “Fuck.”

Transfixed on the view in front of him, the Devil Hunter follows in your footsteps. He rolls down to his knees, joining you on the bed. 

Then he bends over you until his face is almost buried in your folds. 

“Yoshida.” you shoot him a warning look from above your shoulder, but he dodges it with a simple puff of air. He exhales on your pussy and the truth of it all settles in you.

He’s a mad man tonight. Long gone is the time for you to persuade him.

A Devil and its Hunter are joining forces to take you apart.

As the diligent man he is, Yoshida pulls away to gently tug at your knees and you spread your legs almost immediately. 

That earns you a kiss on the back and one in the crook of your inner thighs, right where you feel your boyfriend’s hair tickle your skin as he tastes your juices on his tongue.

At first, you don’t realize who he’s talking to. 

“If there’s a God up there, they must know how much I love to eat you out from the back. Today is my lucky day.

Are you okay with that, my friend?”

But when you feel the grim voice of the Octopus Devil in your head, everything clicks.

“Yes. Prepare her for me.”

“My pleasure.” that’s all Yoshida says before he buries his face in your pussy. You don’t even have time to react that his tongue sneaks out of his mouth and it’s already inching up. It takes the man only a matter of seconds to spread your ass cheeks apart with his hands to run his wet muscle up your fold to lick, savor you. 

The sole knowledge of him devouring you like a famished man makes you dizzy, and the goosebumps awakening all over your spine don’t escape Hirofumi’s gaze.

“Look at you. You’re gushing.” your boyfriend sings-songs on your exposed flesh, but gives you no time to reply to that, easing a finger into your pussy to silence you while his tongue goes in and out of your other hole. Only a soft gasp escapes you, but it turns into a loud whisper as you feel Yoshida draw back to push his thumb in your ass hole, stretching open the tight ring of muscles to keep himself busy. 

If he indulges his thoughts, his sensations, he’d be coming all over your back already.

He’s that much of a sucker for you. But tonight, he won’t give in to his needs. He won’t stray from the ultimate goal.

That being said, it doesn’t mean he will cut you some slack.

He’s grinning like a maniac when he adds, “Guess I won’t need to use a lot of spit tonight. You’re enjoying yourself a bit too much. 

Am I right, doll?”

You melt in a puddle of goo and let out a breathy ‘y-yes”. Like a block of clay, you are ready for the man behind you and his devilish friend to be shaped and molded on their whims and fancies.

“Is she ready?”

Yoshida chuckles, and his warm breath has you moaning on the fitted sheets of the mattress. 

He’s already withdrawing and instinct takes over. 

“Don’t be impatient, Octopus. You'll have a piece of her soon enough. Or two, if she doesn’t want me to touch her any longer. 

I’ll stop right away.”

A hand of yours flies to his nape, fingers digging into his skin and breath itching in your chest. Strings of desperate pleas drip down your parted lips, tears of frustration start to build up in your eyes, as well. 

It works like a charm. All he wanted was an explicit consent, and you gave them both one laced with craving. And that’s more than enough.

You shake your head gingerly, voice cracking. You yield, cry in want, “No, no! Please, don’t stop. I want you, Hiro. 

I want you both inside me.”

You nod, followed by a brazen smile, pushes Yoshida to continue his ministration. He’s all over you again, eating you out in earnest as you keen and squirm. Under the relentless pace he sets, with Yoshida’s tongue and fingers on and in you, you don’t notice a tentacle has snaked its way towards you until you feel it rest on your hip. 

“Fine, then. 

You’ll take us both like the good girl you are, uhm?” 

“She’s ready.” 

It's not a question this time, but a fact. You sigh in anticipation, and the hand still hooked behind your boyfriend’s head falls at your side, and your upper torso collapses on the mattress.

But Hirofumi doesn’t stop, and he even grabs you by your hair to turn your head, to see for yourself as he stands up behind you. His other hand stays in place and his nails scratch your scalp deliciously when Yoshida licks his fingers clean to then unload a huge amount of spit on his palm.

The world blurs, and you feel your eyes roll in the back of your head as he adds fuel to the fire, smearing it all over your ass and pussy slowly, circling your clit a few times with a wet thumb.

You are at your limit already, and whose fault is that? Oh, right.

Yours, and yours only.

But you’re not complaining, not in the slightest. Especially if it brings you closer to fulfilling one of your wildest, wettest dreams ever dreamt by you. Or anyone else, because it really was a filthy, down-right mess of tentacles, spit, cum and moans.

And now it’s starting to look exactly like that.

Yoshida’s body is taut against yours as he claims, “Her pussy is mine.”

“Fine with me. I’ll have her ass, then.” 

A sudden shiver shakes you. You wouldn’t think such straightforwardness would turn you on, but it does. 

And for the first time in a while, you just give in to the moment and allow the Devil Hunter to kiss the small on your back, bite the tender skin close to your ass and push himself into you at once. Momentum and sharp thrusts are what you all need this time.

Your whimpers increase in volume as you feel yourself opening up for the Octopus as its tentacle works through your tightness, pushing through the spit as it takes its place in you. 

Pure muscle, slippery with the mess flowing between your legs. That’s what is bruising your insides, stroking each and every one without struggle. 

It’s huge, but no suckers in sight. Small mercies, these are the thoughts running amok in your mind while your legs tremble and your heart leaps out of your chest.

It’s really happening.

You lean into Yoshida, vision fogged by pleasure. Then he bottoms out, as he’s already done a thousand times before, but what really sets you on fire is the moment it does, too.

“Breathe through your nose. You need to relax.”

“I feel s-so full”, you’re nothing but a babbling mess right now, “give me a minute.”

The man hugs you from behind. “We’re not going anywhere. Take all the time you need, love.”

It hits you where it hurts, and your voice matches the storm inside you as you hiss, “You don’t even have a nose. Don’t tell me what to do.”

Nothing happens for a few minutes, and you do calm yourself a bit. But then Yoshida picks up a neck-breaking space, and a sudden sting on your lower half shakes you.

Turning, you see your boyfriend’s hand collide with your ass cheek again, pistoning in you at the same time while his other hand wraps around your throat.

As if it’s not enough, the Devil joins him and another tentacle literally spanks you as you yelp, knees pressing harder against the bed. 

“Do not disrespect me again, girl. My patience is running thin, and you don’t want me to stop now, don’t you? Answer me.”

Your body responds before your mouth does. Shaking at the thought, you whimper out a soft “sorry, I won’t do it again”, and the Octopus emits a sort of strained sund, almost as if it’s laughing at your eagerness.

My God. You’re a mess. 

Cramped between Yoshida and the Octopus Devil, you feel fucking needed. You’re the object of all their desires, and for you to give in to their joint touch so easily is a bliss.

Without warning, Hirofumi hides his face in the crook of your neck, nuzzling at it with affection, devotion even, as the friction between your bodies escalates. 

Perspiration rolls down like waterfalls from you both, but it is what he whispers on your ear shell that makes you wetter, to clench around his cock and its tentacle like crazy. Yoshida almost stops in his tracks, overwhelmed, but he grunts on your skin and declares, “Be ready to be covered in my cum, doll. Oh, you feel so good around us.

Am I right, Octopus?”

The Devil simply sighs in your minds, too busy diving in and out of your ass at a maddening pace. Hungry for a shattering orgasm, you buck into their thrusts and they both stop for a split second, surprised by how desperate you are seeming to become by the second.

“You want to come?” Yoshida asks, eyes skittering all over your form and you nod, gripping the sheets as the coil in your stomach grows tighter. 

It pinches you just right as the dark-haired Devil Hunter gives a final, sharp thrust in your cunt and his Devil stills in you, letting your body adjust to it when the orgasm you so longed for washes over your limbs. You really collapse on the mattress with both of them still inside you, while white-hot jabs of pure euphoria embed in your every cell. 

Still you rock your hips back and forth, relishing in the way Yoshida’s shaft grazes your walls and the tentacle in your ass clogs you with its girth. 

His vision tunnels into it and after that, Yoshida Hirofumi is a thinking man no more.

“Hiro, please. Come.

Don’t make me wait.” your plea, laced with the sight of you prying open your lower lips with both hands, hit him like a trainwreck. 

“Fuck, fuck. Fuck.” his growls are wolfish, and a demon seems to possess him because while you’re still riding your own release, he goes searching for his own, driving himself impossibly further into you. You just moan, too far gone to do anything else, but cover his hands on your waist with yours when he finally comes, shooting his semen deep and hard in you. But that doesn’t stop him, and he pumps his cum back into you until your legs cramp and you twitch in overstimulation.

“Did you forget about me?”

The first thing you see after Yoshida pulls out of you is his face. He sidles up to you and pulls you in for a soothing kiss you accept amidst smiles. The man has stars in his eyes,  pussy-drunk, as he stares at you.

“Was I too rough?”

You tilt your head. “Of course not. I like it rough, dumbass.”

Aware of the tone, you arch your back against the tentacle and chuckle. “I could never. Come on, do your worst, Octopus. I won’t stop you.”

Lewd, sinful sounds erupt from you as Yoshida turns your head around again to let you see what’s happening. His thick seed still descends down your inner thighs, but you feel another bead of wetness mix with it when another tentacle, a third one, laps up the mess to then rub it on your ass. 

“Relax. You’re too pretty to be so tense around me. Can you do it?”

The Devil doesn’t have to ask you twice. Moaning, you cut off your body’s protest and mewl when the tentacle clasps inside you. Dull is the ache between your legs but you couldn’t care less.

Already feeling another orgasm approaching, it doesn’t take long for Yoshida to give the Devil a go, and the entity thrusts into you all at once. 

And its other tentacles come out to play, as well.

You try to break out into loud whimpers, but the view is so breathtaking that you close your mouth as Yoshida gazes at your expressions, starstruck.

You’re a beauty.

The thick tentacle in your pussy, with the other still in your other hole, is more than enough to rip you apart. The squelching noises are intoxicating.

But then, the Devil lives up to its name, and the third one presses against your clit.

“Let’s kick this up a notch.”   

A sucker appears out of nowhere, and it starts sucking and stimulating your engorged bud. That’s too much for you to handle and you come with a choked scream, limbs shaking and chest flat against the bed as your face is smashed against Hirofumi’s chest. 

“Good.” 

Low hums accompany you through the high, and you’re able to see straight again, you’re welcomed by your boyfriend’s wicked smile. The tentacles are gone, and so is the Octopus Devil’s presence from your mind.

To say you’re spent would be an understatement.

You lay on your stomach, exhausted, and watch as Hirofumi The earrings on his ears beam under the dim light of the table lamp next to him when he leans into you, leaving a small kiss on the corner of your lips.

“Fear not, girl. I’m satisfied for now. But when the urge will be back, I hope you’ll be ready for me. In the meantime, enjoy your bath with my Devil Hunter.”

“My beautiful doll. You really are something unique. Come, let’s go for a bath.”

“Not with Octopus. I need some days to recover.”

And with that, it withdraws for good. A dash of excitement covers you like a thin veil. There will be another time, for sure. And maybe many more.

Your chuckles are ecstatic when you turn to Yoshida. “My Devil Huntr? It seems our mutual friend can be sentimental.”

He grunts, taking you in his arms as he walks towards the bathroom. Only when you’re both in the bathtub with hot water running on your skin and bubbles covering you he confesses, desperate,

“Don’t get me started.”

© azanthys — do not copy, translate, repost and modify my works.

#voice of cassandra #yoshida hirofumi #yoshida hirofumi smut #yoshida smut #yoshida x you #csm smut #chainsaw man smut

[johngaiussimp]

Locked Tomb UQuiz Masterpost!

Hellllooooo. I make a lot of uquizzes on Twitter for fun. i post/make them at various levels of seriousness, so they are mostly the farthest thing from professional and pretty horny and silly.* But if you want to take a bunch of locked tomb personality quizzes made by a silly nerd, here’s a list from over the years!

Every quiz is probably NSFW lol. More recent ones have Nona spoilers (at the bottom of list)

There are also other quizzes that are by other amazing people, take their quizzes too (too stoned to figure out how to find all those) (if you want to reblog with your own quizzes pls do so)

here you gooooooo. 

Which Ianthe vibe are you?

Which Griddlehark quote/moment are you?

Which goth Harrow nickname are you?

Which name does Harrowhark Nonagesimus call you?

How fucked up are you? (based on a very specific TLT measurement) 

Which hilarious Mercymorn insult are you?

What does your TLT House say about you as a lover?

What sexy Cytherea moment are you?

What TLT meme are you?

Which article of Harrowhark’s clothing are you?

What type of cavalier are you?

How quickly would you die in Canaan House?

What does Ianthe call you?

Which TLT woman are you going on a hot date with?

Which Third House au plot point are you?

Which Ninth House feature/element are you?

Which fake TLT academic journal title are you?

What makkachinning Griddlehark AU are you? 

Answer would you rather questions and get assigned a TLT wife!

How well do you know Ianthe Tridentarius? 

Analyze this Gideon and Ianthe banter scene and I’ll guess your astrological sign incorrectly. 

Choose your own adventure TLT au (which original Lyctor are you?)

Which piece of TLT underwear are you?

Answer FMK - get assigned a strange TLT au of my own creation.

Which cursed TWT fan TLT moment are you (would you rather)

Which certified TLT stoner are you?

Answer some Qs and get assigned a TLT hottie and a Taylor Swift song 

Which BOE prisoner are you from “As yet Unsent”

Which brat Ianthe moment /emoji are u???

How long could you stay married with Ianthe?

Which false homestuck reference in TLT are you?

Match a reaction image to TLT characters and get assigned a TLT ex-gf

Which TLT cat are you? 

Which form of Alecto are you going to date?

What interpretation of Mercymorn’s drawing of a RB are you?

What is your TLT toxic trait (character edition)? 

What is your TLT love language? 

What is your job during the Great Jizz Heist? 

What’s your toxic tlt trait (fandom edition)?

Top, bottom or switch, TLT edition

Which arcane x tlt ship are you?

Which line from the Nona book summary are you?

who is your TLT secret santa and what do they get you?

R u hole or slick or knot? decorate a christmas tree.

What Tor nona cover promotion tweet are you?

What Nona cover detail are you?

Which horny TLT moment are you?

Who is your TLT one night stand?

Who in Bridgerton are you? (TLT x bridgerton )

which Locked Tomb villain are you?

What kind of ass would Ianthe flesh magic onto you?

Whose strap are you []ing tonight?

Who is your 2022 TLT pride crew?

Are you top bottom or switch (nona edition)? 

Which name does Pyrrha call you? 

*Please note that these quizzes are made by a freak who is friends with freaks and doesn’t fuck with trying to police other ppls shipping choices lmao. 

#the locked tomb #TLT #gideon the ninth #nona the ninth #harrow the ninth #yeah i know these are all unhinged. u dont have to take them dw

[evangelinesbible]

💩 POST

- If Gemini was a smell it’d be a Granny Smith. (I mean that in a nice way)

- I’m sorry but the whole Pisces placements loves feet/ has cute feet thing ain’t it. First of all I’m literally bigfoot second of all if anyones foot is near me I will wreak havoc. I HATE FEET SM

- Leo, Libra, and Virgo placements start wearing regal colors (purple, blues and gold). Just do it.

- Soooooo my Apollo Asteroid conjuncts my North Node and POF in Taurus 9H, asteroid 1998 BU48 (Leo 12H) conjuncts my ASC (Virgo), asteroid Aura conjuncts my moon in the 4H, and I have no idea how to interpret it any of it. Lovely…

- Leo, Taurus, Virgo, Cancer,and Capricorn Venus’s are my fav don’t hate me

- y’all ever looked at your Venus return chart? Wild. Should I post about Venus returns?

- Sagittarius placements just don’t give a fuck. They’re hilarious in that way.

- Aries Lilith? I love you ❤️

- North Node in the MC persona chart is very interesting. A lot of celebrities have north node conjunct a planet or import asteroids in their charts or it’s in a fame degree

- Beyoncé - Cancer NN conjunct mercury

- Doja Cat - Libra NN conjunct Chiron

- Michael Jackson - Libra NN conjunct Juno

- Naomi Campbell - Aquarius NN conjunct Pallas (and it’s a 28°)

Marylin Monroe - Gemini NN 29°

Whitney Houston - Cancer NN 11° conjunct Fama in 10H

- Venus will be in my 1st house and conjunct my Jupiter in September and I’m ready for my glow up ✨

- being a Leo moon in my moon persona chart makes so much sense, maybe that’s why people think I’m a Leo when first meeting me idk 🤷🏽‍♀️

- Michael Jackson has mercury conjunct Uranus in Leo in his FAMA PC CHART and he is very recognized and remembered for his unique voice.

- Pallas conjunct Venus people = too artistic for your own good. Still very talented tho.

- MC with positive aspects/ conjunct to personal planets = fame indicator

- ⚜️💫⚜️

#apollo asteroid #astrology #astro observations #astro placements #pisces #aries #astro notes #astrology notes #capricorn #taurus #cancer #random astro #shitpost

[ka1yo]

HE XUAN headcannons !

sfw + nsfw. unedited. m!switch!reader x switch!he-xuan.

! CW

nsfw, spoilers. cock can be interpreted as a strap if not amab or identify as a male.

note: you are a banished god 🥶🫵

SFW ! hes so bbg..

- since he xuan's island is very well concealed, and usually is feared for people and gods alike to go to, it was quite the shock when he saw you, strolling around his island like it was your own personal domain. what nearly shocked him into his ass was that you were a banished god, and would've obviously been informed of the 'black water submerging ghost.'

- god knows how you managed to turn into lovers, but oh well. at least you weren't dead. he xuan was heisitant at first to let you get close to him, but seeing as you were immortal, he slowly opened up, starting from mn's and grunts to full fledged conversations. he was cold, and almost perfers to be alone, but with you pestering him for his attention as well as with help on your new home, he could do nothing except to hide from you in the water.

- since he xuan is more laid back, and doesn't have any current eyes on him, he is all for you. leaving small gifts of pearls and shit like that, he only denies he left anything for you. the best thing is, when you tease him about all the small things he did, his face flushes and he turns away with a awfully cute squeak. sure, he might be all terrifying and malicious on the outside, but who knew deep down he had this small soft spot for you?

- when you two are alone, hugging, cuddling, or about to go to sleep, he loves to trace and leave kisses on your cursed shackle, which surrounds your neck. usually pestering you with kisses and licks like a cat, you tease him in reply, calling him 'my tiger' or 'kitty,' as well as patting his head. he usually ignores those nicknames, thinking them foolish, but secretly adores the 'tiger' nickname. he has no complaints of the head pats though, only he wishes to have more of them.

- when you visit his inner domain, you nearly cursed him out for keeping a fucking skeleton in the main hall. he was at a loss of words (mostly at your vocabulary of curses) before taking it away with a long sigh. now pleased, you decorated the walls with beautiful pictutes, depicting him swimming with the skeletal fishes, or him sitting on a throne, a playful but lazy smile painted on his lips.

- loving to swim, he xuan convinces you to swim with him, before forgetting you cant breathe underwater. merely granting you the ability to breathe underwater, you swam together, playing with the skeletal fishes that once seemed like a absolute nightmare, now like a puppy, chasing he xuan around as you laugh, bubbles emerging from your mouth. at the sight of you laughing, he xuan's heart lit up, completely forgetting the revenge that was posted onto the wind lord's head.

NSFW ! smash ong ong

- those golden eyes, filled with lust, seemed to never leave your figure as you fuck him, his hardened cock leaking. soft moans make you feel like you could ascend again as you give him all sorts of praises, with just a couple words of degradation.

- the curses that he spewed out of his mouth made your lips twitch upwards as you continued to fuck him dumb, knowing that another day he would probably fuck you like this too. oh well, he looked beautiful underneath your foot, hole twitching and hugging into your cock as you continued to thrust in and out, chasing your climax.

- "mmmaah! f-fuck.. damn y-youuaaANGH! HHAH.. AAH! ♡"

- as you finish with him, filling him up, he lets out a muffled moan, obviously new to this sensation. just to see one of the 'four calamities' moaning and begging for you was enough to make your heart race, let alone having the chance to have this with him.

- just like you said, now it was his turn to fuck you brainless, eyes rolling to the back of your head in pleasure. your breath hot, moans soft and airy as he sucked you off, tip hitting the back of his throat everytime he bobs his head up and down.

- loving to watch you arch your back, he fucks you on all fours, not holding back a single bit. the pleasure turns into overstimulation before his fingers covers your slit, not letting you cum. eyes shutting in a whine, his continues to fuck you dumb, until all you can scream is his name.

- "hah.. moohre, moohre! pleashe—AH!—he xuan, moohreeAH!♡"

moral support from @renwaan as i wrote this..

why am i like this

#he xuan #tgcf #mxtx #mxtx tgcf #heaven official's blessing #tian guan ci fu #tgcf he xuan #n sfw #he xuan x reader #m!reader #male reader #switch reader #what am i doing #with my life #smut

[sophiesonlinediary]

Official TTPD Review

Fortnight - Such a vibe with headphones on, but still far from being my favorite though. I'm quite shocked this is the first single but I do really like it now at the second listen, still sad post malone didn't get his own verse i was excited for that :/

The Tortured Poets Department - The charlie puth mention really ruined verse 2 for me sadly, but the bridge ruined my life "At dinner, you take my ring off my middle finge. And put it on the one people put wedding rings on. And that's the closest I've come to my heart exploding" LIKE WTF HEART = BROKEN the title of the song is really cool but i dont know i wasnt expecting the song to sound like this.

My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys - I think this may be my second least favorite from this album i dont understand why i didnt really like this song. Maybe it was the vibe of the song and sound especially the choruses which sadly didnt hit. i love how she wrote about a rocky relationship in this song. I feel like this one will definetly be a grower

Down Bad - literally one of my favorites from the whole album. Maybe it's cause the sound feels familiar to me kind off like midnights vibe. But wow that chorus is amazing truly so catchy and the lyrics like wow. i love this song so muchhhh

So Long, London - Not what I expected but still so heartbreakingly pretty. I love her voice in this song it's so pretty and the lyrics are so good oh my god. I swear the verse 3's in this album are vile. "I died on the altar waitin' for the proof" like god damn this whole song is amazing.

But Daddy I Love Him - I loved this song so fucking much. When she said "I'm having his babies" my face dropped and then she hit me with "no not really but you should see your faces" was really fun i'll probably never forget that. i believe this song is of everyone trying to decide her love life for her. And her being like fuck you guys it's my life and you have to accept it and i love her for that!

Fresh Out The Slammer - Those choruses are so good man especially the second one is so good and so me. On first listen this one isn't very memorable but still really good. Now that i've listened to it more like i love this song so much too and the bride ahhh <333

Florida !!! - Ok so maybe i'm a little biased but man this one is so fucking good. I have loved Florence and Taylor for years so like them collaborating was like everything and more. I have now listened to the song like thrice and wowwwww i love it so muchhhhh. Taylor, Florence, Fl welcomes you with open arms man. And like verse 3 was so good their song writing skills are out of this world.

Guilty As Sin? - What an interesting song, like man, idk how to feel. I love the chorus fs. I've come to interpret this song as her having thoughts of a man who possibly isn't available per say or it's just something that can never happen between the two but the want for eachother is there. "They don't know how you've haunted me so stunningly" I love this lyric btw and the chorus right after like wowwww

Who's Afraid Of Little Old Me - ME IM SCARED WTF. Her screaming that line was everything and like the second half of the song is so incredible like wow. also this line has stuck with me since last night "Then we could all just laugh until I cry" ALSO THE ASYLUM WHERE THEY RAISED ME SDJNVFI. I love how she's kind of portraying herself in this song as like the stereotypical scary neighbor in movies. At least that's how I saw it. The whole bridge is incredible and magnificent I adore this song.

I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can) - GIRL NO YOU CANT AND IM SO HAPPY YOU ACCEPTED THAT. Once I got past the point that this song is about ratty healy I really liked it. it's vibes are so good and the imagery is amazing.

loml - what if i said this should've been track 5. This was the only song in the album I cried to on first listen. It hit me like a bullet and I will never forgive cat lady swift for not preparing me for this song. Literally so fucking hurtful i'm screaming oh my lord. I- no im never getting over this song, sorry not sorry. And the fact "They almost had it all" but there life was cut short aka the relationship ended oh god kill me.

I Can Do It With A Broken Heart - I don't know whether to laugh or to cry. This song is heartbreaking don't let the production fool you, the lyrics want to make you rip you're hair out. And you know what i'll be dancing to this song with a broken heart. "The lights refract sequin stars off her silhouette every night. I can show you lies" it's giving mirrorball like augh i love this song so much!!! and the chorus is everything "I'm so obsessed with him, but he avoids me like the plague" SO FUCKING REAL.

The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived - DRAG HIS ASS TAYLOR YEAHHHH. HELLO WTF THIS SONG IS SO GOOD AND FOR ALL OF U HATING ON IT U JUST DONT GET IT THE PASSIVE AGGRESSIVENESS IS EVERYTHINGGGG. mad woman you'd be proud asf. also my religion mentioned as a tongue in cheek to his anti religion views 👏

The Alchemy - I'm not gonna talk about this song much but like I didn't like it at all, i'm sorry. It sounds like one of those Kelce parody songs 😭

Clara Bow - Not the name-dropping herself, damn. I wanna manifest that second pre-chorus btw 🤞 i need to see the light of manhattan. I truly love this song and I can tell it's very personal to her. she's had such an unbelievable career it's always interesting when she writes about it. loved this as the album closer!

this is my ttpd review. remember im just a girl who's only listened to this album twice so please dont drag me for these opinions. gonna do the anthology later!

#sophie's diary entry #taylor swift #the tortured poets department #soo good and pretty <3

[breadvidence]

Toggling between I.V.V and III.VIII.XXI trying to square this character with himself—how do you start with "stoical, serious, austere", a man whose "laugh was rare and terrible", and pass through "you’ve got a beard like a man, mother, but I have claws like a woman"? Lemme say, I was far more blithe about this before I had to decide how many cock jokes he might conceivably tell in a 20k span. Meta flavored by authorial navel-gazing ahead. For a somewhat unnecessary context, I'm working on a modern AU that depends on the musical but is beholden to the Brick.

First: my favorite thing about fandom is watching people hare off in wildly different directions, and while there are interpretations of this character I'd flat disagree with (the conservative ones that think he's in the right, mainly), there's many many more I'd thumbs-up gleefully even as they contradict my own reading. Shit, I will go so far as accepting your Javert who is based on the premise that Jean Valjean in I.VI.II (1) means his compliments and (2) is making a good character assessment. I might someday write a second thing that has a wildly different version of the character in it—why not? This is a sandbox, you can dig more than one hole.

Anyway, I've come to a few different conclusions.

The comedic one: When "Jean Valjean stepped up to this bed, in a twinkling wrenched off the head-piece, which was already in a dilapidated condition, an easy matter to muscles like his, grasped the principal rod like a bludgeon, and glanced at Javert" (I.VIII.IV), all of the emotional stressors and situational whiplash of the past few weeks catch up to Javert, the flexing is too much, he has a small frontal lobe aneurysm, it is nonetheless large enough to impact his inhibitions, his inner cunt is released. The "stoical, serious, austere" man described in I.V.V becomes the one who plays—plays!—cat-and-mouse with Jean Valjean during the first Gorbeau encounter and later runs his mouth at all and sundry. The contrast between the descriptions in I.V.V and subsequent on-the-page behavior is a deliberate character development and entirely the fault of Jean Valjean.

More seriously—yes, it's character development, logically because of the events in Montreuil-sur-Mer. We do not see Javert "play" with Fantine in I.V.XIII in the way he "plays" with PM in III.VIII.XXI, and while I would argue that some of his rambling in I.VI.II hints at his shitty sense of humor, there's no overt witticisms; he laughs in I.VIII.IV but absolutely not from humor. Based purely on his Tome I behavior, sure, austere and serious. Related: M-sur-M really should fuck this man up: regardless of it being set to rights, for years a figure of authority was perverse, and he himself operated as a lower functionary of that perverse authority. You could argue that Jean Valjean didn't "count" as a mayor because he was a convict, but going down that road you can end up at an almost normal psyche (one where bad authorities exist), which is undoubtedly unacceptable in interpreting Javert, so. While he's ecstatic in the moment of revelation and arrest, in the longterm—what's the impact? Bitterness and instability expressed as humor, maybe, in the way you dredge comedy out of cognitive dissonance? I can see why correctly identifying a criminal would make any other cop more confident, and how (cruel)playfulness/humor could stem from that, but I can't help but think it's a bad sign psychologically in Javert's case.

Victor Hugo looked us in the collective eye and said, "I am going to describe this character abstractly one way and then have his concrete actions be contradictory simply to fuck with you."

I'm perceiving a contradiction where there isn't one. The style of his humor—which is very dry, even morbid—and of his play—fucking with helpless people—are not in and of themselves unserious. And if I'm not mistaken, the last time we see him laugh is in I.VIII.IV (oddly the other time is in I.VI.II, but it's lugubrious/sad bitch behavior). I'm not thoroughly convinced, but I'm not thoroughly convinced of the character development theory either.

An alternative completely different from the above that I have failed to think of, but which someone will helpfully put in the tags?

(My current plan for the project semi-affectionately titled DAMMIT is to 🙈 at I.V.V in preference of III.VIII.XXI—which is not my greatest yeehaw of a characterization choice, anyway (for DAMMIT, as I don't generally, I'm digging in my heels that when Hugo talks about honesty and Javert it is always with the understanding that it is a spy's honesty, self-contradictory and self-deceptive—a decision not unrelated to choosing to go the promiscuous/closeted route for his gayness, which is itself not unrelated to the fact that promiscuous/closeted plays best into contradiction as a central character trait... and is also the funniest option, banter-wise).)

#les misérables #the brick #meta #javert #fanfic (mine)

[nights-at-crystarium]

Fragments - episodes 23-26 author notes

You can find similar breakdown posts on older episodes in my pinned!

Obligatory ShB spoiler warning.

The general status quo hasn't changed since Vivi's arrival to the First: he still doesn't feel any land under his feet, Exarch still doesn't inspire trust, although there's no reason to distrust him either. Vivi isn't in a rush to meet the Scions because usually their perspectives don't help him at all. Hence he fucks around in the Crystarium instead of doing the msq.

You can hear the sound of Exarch failing the dating sim once again.

Talking about a mystel. Bumping into a mystel. They could get run over by a stampede of cats at this point and Vivi would still think this guy's probably a hume. He genuinely has No Idea. Had he had an idea, he would be actually more tactful. Maybe.

Me: no graphic violence Also me: murder onscreen

I hope the reference to episode 11 is clear, but here's a refresher: that's what ARRRaha is mostly remembered as. For multiple reasons. Mostly for magically killing himself and giving Vivi some mild stress and an even milder blow to his ego.

Exarch's fate was to choke on his coffee there and then, he kept his composure by a miracle no less. Vivi doesn't know the meaning of what he just blurted out, he simply rolls the letters in his mouth, still struggling to remember "G'raha".

HE MANAGED! The embodiment of intelligence.

Vivi reflects on the events of previous episodes and the dangers of the fae folk, and decides to do a massive handwave at that. He's walking a fine line, but he legit doesn't care.

Canon emoji user 🖤

Exarch has a hate-hate relationship with sleep, however, when he feels like unwinding or resetting his mind, he turns to memories of moments when he felt safe enough to drift away.

He must've felt the most warm and human when the young Lyna stayed with him all the time.

I sat on this self-contained story for a year. Officially the most wholesome episode ever. There's a bit of One Piece influence, if you remember Nami's backstory. Gen-san wore a pinwheel on his cap to appear less scary to the little Nami, and cheer her up.

Someone read this as "crap glue", which brings me infinitely more joy than my original "craft glue" x'D

There's a super subtle smile. He knows. He probably sensed Lyna approaching him, but remained still to see where this goes.

Back to the present, where they refer to each other by titles.

He's g'oogling.

G'oogle results: 1 fae, 1 slacking idiot.

Exarch isn't just jealous or yearning, he's also kindaaaaa in the middle of his grand plan, yet his hero isn't keen of jumping into action? And he doesn't know how to confront him about that. Luckily, Urianger also happens to be in Il Mheg.

Vivi smacks a like on Urianger's outfit. Rated S for peak sluttiness.

Nobody talks about Feo Ul's snot bubble so I will x'D

Urianger doesn't wanna leave his comfy place for an adventure, he visually demonstrates that while telling a polite lie, trusting Vivi to interpret that as intended.

They have a special vibe of quiet, maskless understanding, even if they don't interact much. They've got nothing to butt heads over. Vivi's fond of people who don't "fit in" and go against the grain. Being smart and observant as he is, Urianger knows that Vivi's rather hopeless, and doesn't waste his energy on trying to debate, direct, or, gods forbid, fix him.

Just a closeup because he looks cute here :> To keep your expectations grounded, though: this's one of the veeeeeery few Urianger episodes. He has little overall "screentime". This comic isn't trying to be a fanservice for every character, even if I personally like them. Gotta keep things focused.

This one's kinda important: Vivi acknowledges how nice and quiet it feels (in the moment? In Il Mheg? On the First?), but the realization doesn't fully bloom in his mind yet.

"Mmyeah there are definitely better cracks to ponder out there".

Another closeup because *clutches at heart*

Two things: his own, genuine excitement to reunite with fren, followed by self-reminder that she's no fren and that he has to maintain distance (Vivi who are you trying to fool you're bad at this).

Also mirroring. He sees Alisaie's face and drops his own.

You peek inside Alisaie's brain and find a coin loudly rolling around, one side says "omg it's HIM!!!!!", the other "beat this mf up". Why? Because she can. And probably because the word of Vivi's arrival had already reached her. He spent a good week doing nothing in the Crystarium (and even Il Mheg) instead of rushing to meet her.

The new tumblr post editor (that wasn't forced on me until ~2 months ago) won't let me add anymore pics. I was thinking of making meatier but less frequent posts of this type, because they'll massively add up over time. Imagine a new reader looking at 300 episodes and 100 recaps. I'd feel overwhelmed. But I guess I'm left with no choice but to keep these recaps relatively short and frequent.

Anyway! Thanks for reading!!!!! I'm blessed to have people invested enough to interact with my work on this level.

#shb spoilers #ffxiv #ffxiv: fragments #fragment ii: new world old friend #fragments talk

[puddinrin]

BEST GIRL MORIARTY THE PATRIOT X F!READER

NOW PLAYING : BEST GIRL CHAPTER ONE PAIRINGS : VARIOUS!MORIARTY THE PATRIOT X F!READER SUMMARY : in every 3am thoughts, where y/n lays on her bed wondering if she ever died, would she end up in heaven or hell. would she be reincarnated? what animal would she reincarnate as or who would she reincarnate as? though never has she expected that she would transmigrate back into the victorian era where people had Mozart as their sex playlist. NOTES FROM AUTHOR : i don't own any of the moriarty the patriot characters (all credits go to the author of yuukoku no moriarty Ryōsuke Takeuchi 竹内 良輔,) except for y/n, vox lawrence (oc) and ren hashinamoto (oc). NOTES FROM AUTHOR 2 : hello pookies! it's purin i've returned from the dead :p i had problems with my old account (hakuyaya) and accidentally deleted my account trying to fix it. i also decided to take a break from writing after that as i was burnout from school and everything but i'm back and striving ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ so expect more updates on best girl! WARNINGS : y/n is referenced to be a person of colour (specifically asian) in my interpretation. this book contains mention of r*pe, slavery, abuse, harassment, and violence inaccurate history because it's all for comedy lol (the author likes to think that she's funny) and out of the pocket jokes. please do let me know if i miss out any disclaimers!

"what the actual fuck?" (name) muttered under her breath, eyes squinting at the blinding glimmer of the bright sun that shone through the transparent window.

she sat up on the bed as she took in the sight of the unknown room she was in. "ouch.." she winced after accidentally grazing the wound on her forearm.

'right.'she got into an accident.

was she in a hospital? though the room looked too old fashioned as if a room of the victorian era. 'damn, we literally almost died for a cat.' she snorted at her own thought.

"oh, thank the heavens. you're awake." an elderly feminine voice spoke out in a heavy british accent. the person moved closer to her, placing down a tray of food on the table next to her bed.

the lady was dawned in a simple victorian like dress. she must be around her mid forties, y/n hypnotise. she then sat next to y/n on the bed, putting a hand on her forehead checking her temperature.

y/n let out a gasp, cheeks heating up for proximity. she couldn't help with how attractive and motherly the lady looked. "your cheeks are still flushed but your fever seemed to have gone down. how are you feeling, my dear?"

the young lady nodded slowly, "i'm feeling fine, thank you.....miss?"

"josephine. josephine breus. what about you, young miss?" the older woman smiled, taking a seat on the bed.

"y/n l/n. thank you so much for taking care of me. really hope i wasn't a pain in the ass." y/n chuckled, scratching her cheek with a finger awkwardly.

"my, you must be a foreigner from your name and how you speak but the pleasure is mine, miss y/n." josephine chuckled behind her hand rather elegantly.

maybe way too elegant to the point she was resembling the women of the eighteen hundreds.

"miss josephine, what hospital are we in right now?" y/n questioned. she wanted to know if her other two idiots (best friends) were alright.

"hospital? oh dear, right. you are currently in earl everston's manor. i found you laying unconscious outside of our manor in the cold and i brought you inside. your family must be worried sick about you." josephine's soft eyes squinted in worry, putting a hand on y/n's back.

'earl....?....pfttt ' the young lady couldn't help but cackle a little. "earl? miss josephine, you're speaking as if we're in the eighteen hundreds!"

josephine tilted her head in confusion, "well, dear. it is currently the year 1879. we're currently under her majesty’s queen victoria's reign. did you perhaps hit your head when you fell unconscious?"

'the year eighteen....seventy-nine....huh?! ' she kicked the covers of her,  jumping out of the bed.  "d-dear? what's wrong?" miss josephine stood up from the bed, her eyebrows dipped into a frown. 

she hastily made your way to the window, bare feet thumping against the wooden floorings. pulling the curtains open, she took in the sight outside. there were carriages dragged by stallions, everyone that passed by were dressed in dresses and suits. some made from the finest silk and some from simpler materials.

'okay, maybe this is all a dream.' she quickly pulled up the sleeve of the silk nightgown she woke up in before pinching the skin just above her wrist.

"ouch!"

her head started to feel heavy as she slowly slid onto the floor once reality began to hit like a hard rock. josephine wrapped her arms around her, face contorted with worry. "miss y/n, are you alright?!"

"why am i here?.....where are the other two?.....am i the only one here?.......i'm all alone here...." she muttered under her breath though it was still audible to josephine.

her whole being shook from anxiety and realisation. she wanted to cry. how could she not?

first, she died from a car crash. now, she's in the victorian era where she had no much knowledge on how things worked. how was the other two? were they also here? or were you all alone?

she couldn't help but whimper lightly at the thought of the latter. miss josephine said nothing, only holding her closer, hand stroking her h/c locks in a comforting manner. she could feel how bad you were shaking from anxiety.

she began to speak when she felt she ease down into her embrace, hand still combing through her hair. "miss y/n, i can make some arrangements for you. i have a friend that works as a tailor down the street. i'll send a letter to her and ask her to let you work there and to find a place for you to stay."

maybe because of her current state of emotions, she shook her head almost immediately. "please let me stay with you, miss josephine."

josephine's eyes softened before she smiled rather melancholy. she tookher hands into her calloused yet delicate ones. her touch was comforting as if a mother's touch. goddamn, she really needed to fix her mommy issues.

"i'm not going to lie, miss y/n. this manor isn't what everyone thinks it's like. the earl drinks every night. not only that he is a hot-headed man, someone not easy to deal with.

he wouldn't even let me bring you in until he took one look at your face." she frowned, eyebrows twitching in distaste.

"i rather not you stay with me, dear. you'll be the safest outside this manor." josephine squeezed her hand lightly, trying to convince herto follow her planned arrangement.

y/n shook her head once again, a small smile now etched on her lips. "my mind is still the same. i wish to stay with you, miss josephine. you've taken care of me when others would have just left me outside. i'll only feel the safest when i'm around you."

josephine was about to retort back until she saw the determined look in her eyes before huffing out a smile in defeat. she brought a hand to cup your cheek, "alright."

masterlist. next chapter here.

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Hi! For the shipping asks: 👅 💖 💔 (if you want to!)

Oooh, good one. i love answering asks.

1. 👅 (ship that you find most sexy)

I mean, Charlos, of course. I guess I don’t even need to explain myself on this one, but I guess I’ll do it anyway. I will say that in my personal opinion Carlos is the sexiest, in the sense that he has that sinuosity in his movements and that elegance and finesse in his gestures that just makes him incredibily sexy.

If you want to look at it in a figurative way, I see Carlos like Matthew Macfadyen in Pride and Prejudice, so hot in his austerity.

And Charles? Prettiest boy ever, so delicate but also clumsy and silly and sexy in that completely self conscious and self confident and effortless way that attractive people who are constantly giggling their asses off are. He’s the epitome of babygirlism and sassiness, but you should not doubt him - which is exactly what Carlos never does.

Figurative example? Jonathan Bailey as Tim Laughlin in Fellow Travelers during the ‘50-‘60s episodes.

Together? Sexiest ship alive.

2. 💖 (Ship that needs more love)

Since I am deeply undecided, I’ll offer two options.

First one, George Russell and Max Verstappen, also known as Gax. Why, do you say?

Their dynamics would be incredible, apart from the entire obvious enemies to lovers mechanism, let’s spend some time talking about their characterisation - because you all know how much I like that.

George, your next door British boy, curses in lower case and says Blimey and Crikey like it’s normal. He cares about his looks and his appearance. He’s thirsty for competition, neat, honest, proper, terribly impatient although he tries his very best to not let it show.

Now, Max? Curses in bold, replaces Hello and Hi with Shit and Fuck. Doesn’t care about his appearance as much as he cares about his own cats. He’s thirsty for competition, neat, honest, proper, terribly impatient and he lets it show.

Conclusion: they’re basically the same person, just in different fonts, similar in their dissimilarities.

One is Calibra Light, the other is Calibra Bold, and they’ll clash their horns against each other like angry deers, but then they’ll notice how good they actually look together, how good they work together, how good they match and boom…

No chances for anyone else, two puzzle pieces completing each other.

Uh, I might write something about that.

Anyway, second one? Alexander Albon and Logan Sargeant. And tell me if I even need to explain myself on this one.

They are the ship, they have everything!

Logan blushing furiously and falling for Alex’s teasing and looking at him longingly and smiling like a lovesick fool whenever Alex gives him attention or jokes about his obsession with America. He’s so enamoured with Alex that he even started copying some of his attitudes, because he’s that in love.

But let’s be clear, Alex is falling just as hard, because Logan is so cute and he likes the way there’s someone who actually looks up at him - not only figuratively, lol, because Nicholas is tall - and he blushes in such a cute shade of red when he calls him Logie Bear.

Alex might be a little bit obsessed with him.

I need to write about them.

3. 💔 (ship that makes you sad)

I honestly don’t know how to answer this one, I guess it is based on personal interpretation.

I would probably say that the one that makes me a little bit sad is Dando.

Ironic, you may say, but let’s think about it for a second.

They started to bloom a little late, because Lando was still attached to Carlos and Daniel isn’t as careful around boundaries as he should be in certain situations, and although Lando has clearly grown into an overconfident young man that we love to see thriving, he does initially still need some limits - like Carlos and Oscar had religiously respected.

But then they had bloomed, they started getting along like a house on fire. People do not realise how hard it actually is to become so close in such contexts without having any strings from before - like Alex and George or Charles and Pierre or Oscar and Logan and so on.

Lando went to his house in Perth, voluntarily, just to spend time with him and do crazy stuff on his farm and have the time of his life with someone that is ten years older than him.

But they get along so well that who does even care about age differences?

But just as they started to really develop through their relationship, shit happened and they got separated.

I’m really glad they still bloomed - sharing clothes like in Monaco and sharing jet rides and visiting each other and going to dinners together and stuff - but it does make me a little sad the thought that, in some twisted way, things still tried to put themselves through their building affection.

It also makes me sad the fact that, because of all of that, they didn’t get to shine as bright as they deserved.

That’s it, hope you liked my answers and please Ant let me know about yours, too! 🩷🩷

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