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djservo · 4 months

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crashes in in a fashionably late kind of way.. january is finally over!! 31 days felt like 300 but now that we’re on the other side of it, what books did you read to start 2024? what was the vibe any standouts has it changed what’s on the horizon?

I've started keeping a physical calendar again so you'd think having the month splayed out in front of me so directly and constantly would be grounding but week after week I was just like Omg how is there More.... we made it thru tho god bless xx January was fun!!

in terms of my pre-planned monthly reading themes, January was a grace period where I let my whims guide me so I'm surprised at how many themes incidentally overlapped?? Naomi Klein referencing The Fire Next Time, the theme of internet doubles and online dark corners in Doppelganger essentially being the core of The Sluts, the dark spiraling mystery of The Sluts akin to the dark spiraling mystery of Mysterious Skin, yada yada yada. I luv when the dots inadvertently connect!! right place right time vibe!!

The Fire Next Time by James Baldwin

it's been really nice starting my reading off with Baldwin these past few years, something grounding about immersing myself in sharp indictments of the US amidst the usual new year wide-eyed blitheness. this one was only 2 essays but both gripped me just as much as his longer collections. I imagine it's hard to sort of reframe arguments, pleas, and points you've been talking about for years when things still haven't changed, but each new (to me) Baldwin essay reads so fresh in the way that he contextualizes these core points within different interactions + relationships. I think Ive said this before but it's also so rewarding to read an author's works chronologically because you can kind of follow how their frame of mind sharpens/adapts throughout the years and in a way you grow with them, and his first essay (a letter to his nephew) kinda feels like the culmination of that growth laid out with such care. super special

Doppelganger by Naomi Klein

totallyyyyyy consumed + dizzied by this wow I can't believe it took me this long to read Naomi Klein. I think I'd been intimidated by the size of her books + my incorrect assumption that something so research-heavy (bc boy does she research!) will read too dense, but everything here was laid out and tied together so smoothly + accessibly (I feel like I use that word a lot for nonfiction which is probably my subconscious quest to entice ppl to read more nonfiction hehe) This read like partial investigative deep dive into the online world of conspiracy theories/Qanon cesspools + partial mystery novel about her own experience with Naomi Wolf (her 'doppelganger')?? idk it feels weird to relate someone's lived experience to a spectacle like that but it really was like edge of seat level curiosity/uncertainty/etc. just so engrossing and thorough and THRILLING, the epilogue made me gasp!!!

Leslie F*cking Jones by Leslie Jones

my one + only spotify audiobook experience, cut short amid the last chapter bc I ran out of hours and no longer am a spotify premium user so I just read the rest </3 but that turned out to be fun bc I saw what a stark difference it was to listen vs. read this. the audio rules bc Leslie totally goes off script to add anecdotes (one of the reviews was like 'she was NOT reading what was written!!' LMAO so true.. and I love her for that!!) + an emotional depth I don't think could've been sufficiently captured in written form - her laughter and her palpable anger and her literally crying over... such a robust journey! I was an SNL fan basically my whole life til I went to college so I always love stories about it and I really admire how she didn't hold back in her criticisms. I feel like former members (especially those somewhat fresh off the slab in a way) feel like they have to be eternally grateful to their experience when so much of it is so clearly draining and thankless. doubled expectations because she's a woman, tripled because she's a Black woman, and therefore expected to just bend over and take it (her words) but she never does!! she never tries to compromise her own experiences like "this happened... but at least this happened too and they actually were nice in this way-" NO!! she compartmentalizes the good and the bad so distinctly so there's no misunderstanding, and I just really really admire that, the lack of kissing ass in an industry where that's practically what fuels your career/reputation!! she rocks + is such a funny storyteller+ I'm so glad I listened to this

The Sluts by Dennis Cooper

ofc had to squeeze my old man in... I think this was actually the book to first put Cooper on my radar so it was super fulfilling to finally get to it (even tho I devoured it in just 2 days.. a shame bc it was a slay to read this in public) Supremely up my alley with its 2000s internet mystique, the perfect backdrop for a twisted mystery + ruminations of Internet As Performance Art™, the internet as roleplay, what's real + what's just fantasy/fetish, etc etc. so so so good and while still sick and horrifying as his writing is known for, perhaps the most readable for an uninitiated reader of Cooper's works?? even then I'd say this is still for a very particular reader tho idk i can never get a pulse on what a majority of readers are into these days!! I really loved this though and I'm sure it'll be in my top 5 for the year thank u once again for the twisted ride denny !!!

My People Shall Live by Leila Khaled, George Hajjar

feels more like political ethnography than personal memoir. there is some of Leila's backstory and family and personal relationships sprinkled in (her husband is given maybe 5 lines total LOL), but so much of her being is clearly centered around Palestinian resistance + revolution, so recounting her political work within a collective was her truest form of autobiography as that was indeed her life/livelihood. wild to read how intense she was even from childhood, how Down she was to sacrifice things and put herself on the line... literally getting plastic surgery after hijacking a plane in order to be able to get involved in more demonstrations without being recognized like god!!! intense life-altering decisions and it's like she doesn't even bat an eye or show any regrets/wistful 'what if i hard a 'normal' life?'!! that eric andre margaret thatcher meme but instead "do you think leila khaled effectively utilized girl power by hijacking a plane?'' LOL I mean... ! 🤭

The Master and Margarita by Mikhail Bulgakov

SILLY + ABSURD!!! a bit of a hike to get there but once I hit it, it was hard to put this down (as is my experience with a lot of classics, I find) I think I really enjoy magical realism rooted in political/cultural landscapes, or maybe I just really like wacky shit (it made me think a bit of Catch-22 which I also had fun with!!) + this didn't disappoint!! truly giggled aloud at some parts, the ridiculousness of it all!!! makes me wanna deep dive into the history of the Soviet Union but I feel like I'll need to clear at least an entire month for that .... will have to plan accordingly 👩‍🔬

Mysterious Skin by Scott Heim

heartbreaking and dark but handled with a lot of care. I guessed the "twist" (which feels indelicate to call it that but I cant think of another word rn) early on but I think that just heightened the slow unraveling of it + made it that much more emotionally grueling to get thru. perhaps that was even the point! I'd been meaning to watch the movie for like over a decade at this point but wanted to read it first so now having read and watched it I'm glad it was now vs. me at 10 or whenever bc dumb tween me likely wouldn't have processed it well enough and the darkness would've overshadowed the journey itself. sometimes it's important to wait I guess is what I'm trying to say!!!

I definitely want to squeeze in another Naomi Klein this year if possible, maybe some Russian/Ukrainian lit. I've focused on Baldwin's nonfiction these past years so I might pick up a fiction of his this month + ofc Cooper wherever I can squeeze him <3

#january i told myself i'd write my thoughts immediately after a book so i'm not rambling/scrounging for thoughts on the spot during our #roundups .. did not stick to it clearly </3 FEBRUARY IT IS!!#asks #devitalise #rip to the cheesehair tag </3 #reads #<- thats my new book tag i'm tired of typing bobby book club + i can't exactly shorten it to BBC bc. well

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funfunfuntillmydaddy · 2 years

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What are friends for

‘OMG. Babe, I think Steph and Mike are having sex on our bed.’ The text message from Peter read.

My boyfriend is so sweet. Cutely naive about these kinds of things. I could just see how much his cheeks would be blushing at the thought of Mike and Steph hooking up on our bed. I wondered how shocked he would be if he knew what really was going on.

Peter and I had meet while interning together at one of the top firms here in the city. Both of us had moved into the big city from fly-over country after going to separate state universities. We had been going out almost two years now and had been living together for at least six months.

Mike went to the same university as Peter and moved out about the same time. They were friends and part of the same friend group through school but were very different. Peter being the sweet, intelligent, caring kind new age guy. Dressing well and getting on with everybody, but kinda, well, vanilla.

Mike on the other hand was your stereotypical loudmouth jock who drunk too much and had a lot of fun saying obnoxious things.

So, the difference between them always caused a bit of tension whenever Mike and Peter would hang out and I knew Peter would worry that Mike would say or do something that would offend me or any other girls. And Mike did plenty to take offense at. Blatant flirting. Sexist comments. Telling us which girls he knows he thinks are the hottest or could fuck the best, TMI on his sexual conquests. The extra hugs and touches. It was just constant

The only thing is, well, there was something about how Mike did it that made it less obnoxious and boorish and more fun and intriguing. Sure, I complained to Peter about his behavior and how he had offended my friends at the bar. But that was only half true. We were actually laughing along and even flirting back.

Like Peter and Mike, Steph and I also went to university together and had moved out to the big city. But unlike Peter and Mike, Steph and I were very similar. We had a lot of shared interests. Studied the same things, worked in the same profession. Liked to drink and have fun. And liked having fun with guys particularly.

Peter thought that Steph was the wilder one and I played an important calming influence on her, especially when it came to partying and to guys. But, well, that’s just Peter being adorably naïve again.

‘How far away are you?’ the next text message from my boyfriend read, ‘Andrew said you and Patrick went to find an all-night liquor store to restock. Oh Andrew, I thought to myself. He was one of the coolest guys I knew and the perfect wingman for Mike, and maybe me.

It was a fair assumption of Peter’s to think that Mike and Steph would be fucking. While both of them have other partners, they had been really getting into each other since everyone arrived at our apartment for our Saturday night drinks. Steph and Mike just picking up from when they left off at one of the clubs, we were at two weeks ago, before they were interrupted by their respective partners joining us.

Tonight, there was no such worry. Mike’s girlfriend was visiting family while Steph’s boyfriend was on a two weeklong work assignment interstate. The only other people joining us for drinks was Andrew, a long-time mutual friend of ours, and Patrick who was a work colleague. Both being good at discretion and, even better, good at encouraging Peter to keep going with the shots.

Steph then pulled the phone back and started typing on it. I was a little surprised to see the message from him. When I saw him last about thirty minutes ago, he was completely out to it laying on the couch. Thanks in no small part to all the drinks Mike, Andrew and Patrick had been plying him with all night.

And it’s not exactly like I intended this to happen. Sometimes things, well, just escalate, dramatically. Especially after the three boys all challenged Peter to race to the bottom of an expensive bottle of Mezcal.

Not surprisingly with Peter’s more delicate constitution, he ended up blacking out close to the bottom of the bottle and five of us remained as we kept the fun going. Then Patrick decided it was probably the right time to head back to the apartment he shared with his fiancée, a little disappointing but forgivable.

With only the four of us then present in mind and body, Mike started dancing with me as much as with Steph. Of course, I didn’t do much to discourage him. It’s not my style. And it wasn’t the first time he had got flirty with me.

Soon Steph had her dress hiked up over her hips as she showed off her pink thong too us all. Mike had his hands all over her as she grinded her ass on his crotch. Andrew just kept his drink in his hand and kept his cool chaperone vibe going as the slight smile on his face showed he knew exactly where this was going, and he had no objections. Like I said, the perfect wingman.

As Mike and Steph got more into the dancing and the touching, I could tell they needed some release. Steph kept eyeing the bedroom door. I gave her a nod. It was nothing I was going to get particularly offended by, two people fucking on my bed. The situation had been in reverse enough.

So that would just leave me and Andrew to chill out while Mike and Steph had their fun and my boyfriend remained comatose. Then I would just hang out with Andrew while we kept an eye on my comatose boyfriend. Not the most fun to be had but I knew Andrew was not the type to try a move and, despite what a couple of my exes have screamed at me, I don’t need to fuck every guy I’m in a room with.

But just as I was ushering Mike and Steph off for their fun in the bedroom, they both grabbed each of my arms and pulled me along with them. I looked over my shoulder at Peter, who was still out to it, and at Andrew who lifted up his glass as a cheers and told us to have fun and he would keep an eye on Peter.

“Fucking Mike would be fun. But you fucking Mike while Peter is sound asleep out there would be fucking amazing.” Steph said as we crossed the threshold into the bedroom. Nothing in my body or mind was disagreeing with her.

I felt Mike push up from behind me and get his hands all over my tits. He leaned down and kissed and bit my neck. Steph had somehow managed to get the straps of her dress down as now had her dress bunched around her waist. Mike eagerly reached over to squeeze one of her full but still perky tits.

I was moaning softly as I felt my body ache in anticipation. Mike’s hand went to the top of my jeans, and he unbuckled them with the deft touches of a guy who has done this before, a lot.

He had my jeans loose and yanked them down over my ass and mid-way down my thighs. Leaving only my delicate lace thong in the way of his ultimate goal, I could sense his urgency and his strength. It just made me moan more.

The risk of the situation meant we didn’t have time for all the formalities of fucking. Apparently, there wasn’t even enough time for me to take my underwear off properly. Mike got his hand around the waist band of my thong and quickly yanked it to the side, easily snapping the delicate fabric. Every part of me melted just a little more as he threw my thong over the side of the room. He then pushed me on to the bed.

Steph was already kneeling on the bed. Her legs spread out and her fingers rubbing her pussy lips as she watched us.

With my jeans around my thighs, I had limited mobility, but Mike took care of that by lifting me over towards the top of the bed and putting me on all fours. Very quickly he had managed to get his own jeans off and had his cock rubbing against my dripping entrance.

“You want me to wear something?” Mike said as he paused his progress.

I knew we should. Peter and I always did but it was kinda a mood killer. But then Steph fished around in the bedside table and threw a condom over.

Mike took the wrapper and struggled for a while with getting it on. “Oh shit, That’s a tight fit.” Steph said laughing as she knelt next to Mike, still working her pussy with her hand.

Mike started picking up the pace. As he railed me harder, I was banging into the headboard as it in turn banged into the wall. My moaning was getting louder along with Mike’s grunting. The noise I was making was very different to when Peter and I had sex, so I felt no real need to disguise or mute my pleasure. In hindsight, this was probably what woke Peter up. After a fair few more poundings against the wall, Steph alerted me to the first message on my phone.

Steph, being the professional she is typed up a response. ‘Oh, I’m not surprised. Steph is such a slut. Cheating on her boyfriend, what a slut. I’ll be home soon, babe. We just finished picking up some more drinks.’ Steph typed out and showed me before sending it from my phone back to Peter.

Then I felt something kinda different.

“Oh shit, the condom broke.” Steph called out which led to Mike stopping.

“Fuck. Don’t worry just keep going.” I pleaded as my pussy demanded more cock. Only for a moment did I wonder if Peter would have noticed the different voices and recognized mine. But as Mike’s cock went all the way back in, and his rhythm returned, I didn’t give it a second thought.

“Hope you two are being safe in there.” Andrew called out from the living room with a laugh. I even heard faint laughter from Peter as well which almost caused Steph to lose it.

“Fuck yes slut. I’m gonna fuck you so hard. Fill you full of cum.” Mike said as he recommenced fucking me and quickly got back up to pace.

Our apartment was not designed for carrying on illicit affairs in one room while the oblivious partner remained unaware in the living area. But Steph seemed to take it as a fun challenge to make sure Mike and I had fun, and Peter didn’t find out there were three of us in the bedroom.

We heard Andrew offering Peter another drink. Did I mention how good a wingman he was?

“Is my cock bigger than your boyfriend’s?” Mike growled. I just moaned out a breathless yes. “Do I fuck you better than your boyfriend?” Mike asked and I just repeated my response, but louder.

Steph showed my phone again with Peter’s latest text. ‘OMG. I think they are gonna put a hole in our wall.’ I just moaned harder right as Mike slammed into me and then I slammed again into the headboard,

“I want you to ride my big cock on this bed.” Mike demanded. I just moaned my anonymous agreement. He pulled off his jeans and shirt while I extricated myself from my garments and climbed on top of him, positioning his cock back at my wet lips. I sunk down on him as a guttural moan left me. The change in position gave my insides all sorts of new sensations.

I quickly picked up the pace. The wall was getting a break, but our mattress springs and the bed legs were starting to get punished. As I bounced up higher and slammed down harder, the bed groaned and creaked.

Steph again got my attention with an update on the conversation between me and you. ‘Don’t worry, I’ll make sure Mike pays for any damage he does.’ My phone had messaged back with an unnecessary winking emoji.

‘Now it sounds like they are breaking our bed. I don’t know if I’m gonna be able to sleep in it tonight. Maybe you should message Steph and tell them to take it easy.’ Peter responded.

I had no intention of telling Mike to take it easy. As he rammed his hips up to meet my thrust down, his cock went so deep and filled me up so much I could feel my body getting ready to let go.

‘Don’t worry babe. They will probably stop soon. Mike probably can’t last that long. Anyway, I’m coming soon.’ Steph wrote on my behalf and showed me. I smiled at her and nod in confirmation that she is correct. I was about to cum. Steph leans in, and we kiss as I slow down a little on Mike. My tongue dances with Steph’s as our sloppy kissing sounds drown out the fucking briefly.

Then I pull away and look down at Mike with an evil grin meeting his delirious expression.

I leaned down and kiss him. Moaning more. Then I lean over and whisper into his ear. “Are you gonna fill me full of cum while my boyfriend waits outside and listens?” I tease. “You know he’s probably getting excited by hearing a guy fuck a girl properly. Thinking he will get to try and do the same to me later.” I say wickedly.

Then it was Mike’s turn to groan in agreement before grabbing on to my hips and lifting me off. He spun me onto my back as he hooked his arms under my legs. I ended up with my legs over his shoulders as he pinned me down and then drove his cock deep into me. His pace picked back up quickly, and the bed started complaining again from the hard punishment.

But my body was doing everything but complaining. I moaned out loudly as the intense feeling was starting to build all through my body.

“Aaaaahhhhrg.” Mike groaned. “Fuck yes. I’m gonna fill you with my cum, slut.” He growled out loudly. “I’m gonna fill you up with more cum than your boyfriend could ever give you. You want it don’t you, slut? You want my thick cum.”

“Mmmmmm. Fuck yes. Oh fuck. Cum inside me.” I cried out in a breathless and feverish tone. I tone and language I had never uttered to my boyfriend. I assumed that would be enough to protect the true identity of the girl who was about to get filled with Mike’s delicious cum. But in truth, at the moment, I didn’t really care. Peter could have burst through the door and I would have let Mike finish.

Steph moaned out. Her hand rubbing her clit feverishly as she also seemed close to finishing.

“Oh, fuck yes. Fuck, I’m cumming.” I cried out right as I felt Mike’s cock swell inside me and then pushed even deeper inside me as he held it there.

I deep animalistic roar came from Mike as he shot blast after blast of cum into me. He tried to push that little bit deeper as I felt his cock unload the last of what must have been close to a dozen shots into me.

“So, what do we do now.” Mike asked quietly as we all slowly got our breath back.

“Oh, don’t even worry.” Steph replied.

‘Babe. Can you come down and get me. I left my keys behind, and the intercom isn’t working again.’ Steph messaged Peter for me.

A few moments later, we heard the front door open and close. Mike, Steph and I all got our outfits back together and looked presentable. Except, I wasn’t wearing any underwear. I looked at my ripped thong on the floor but just shrugged and left it there. It died for a good cause.

“Oh shit” I said suddenly. “Peter is expecting me to be downstairs.”

“Jesus Cara.” Steph said. “Is this like your first time or something.” She teased as she held up my phone. ‘Sorry babe, one of the neighbors let me in the other entrance, I came up the back lift. I’m back inside.’ My text to Peter read.

By the time Peter returned, Steph and I were in the kitchen while Mike and Andrew were over the other side of the high kitchen counter. Mike and Andrew gave him a cheers as he came in and stood next to them.

The awkwardness of the scene was downplayed almost unconsciously and there was little to hint at the debauchery that had recently taken place. Well one of the few hints was Steph with her hands down my unbuckled jeans and gently fingering my pussy as Mike’s cum fan out. Fortunately, the kitchen counter was high enough to keep that little detail hidden.

With Peter seemingly wide awake now, the fun seemed over, and Mike, Steph and Andrew all made tracks, getting all in one uber apparently, which was curious since Mike and Steph lived in opposite directions.

With our visitors departed, Peter and I decided it was bedtime. As him and I got into the bedroom the smell of sex and the sight of the punished bed hit us both. I gave him a sneaky glance to see what his reaction was, but I was also too tired to care.

I brushed my teeth in the ensuite and then quickly put on some pajamas, hoping he didn’t see my lack of underwear which would have been suspicious.

I was lying on the roughed-up bed almost out to sleep when Peter finished in the bathroom and got into bed.

“Oh my god, babe. Steph left her thong in our room. Jesus Christ.” Peter said with built-up anger and disgust to which I could barely moan out a supportive groan of faux frustration and disgust. “Oh, and she has the same kind of panties as you hun.” My only response was to sleep.

#cheating #impreg kink #affair

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realhotgirlshitah · 11 months

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Chocolate and Vanilla Swirl

Jack Champion x Fem Reader

Warnings: None just teeth rotting fluff lol. Implied black reader but not too heavily.

Synopsis: Jack’s been following you on Tiktok for a while but doesn’t expect to actually meet you when Jasmine and Mason take him out clubbing to play cupid.

You loved TikTok. It was a fun and cute app where you took every given opportunity to post your thoughts and random lil videos bc you're silly like that.

Soon enough after downloading and posting for fun you built up quite large following who found you both hilarious and amusing.

Including Jack Champion.

At the time he started following you, you weren't quite sure who he was and didn't think much of it but following the release of Avatar 2 and Scream 6, you realised that this dude was... following you, like you were followed by an actual celebrity.

However you had the attention span of a bagel and were a massive scaredy-cat so you hadn't watched either movie. So, you just carried on your merry business making TikToks that people found funny and relatable and watched your following grow from there.

One thing that you didn't like about how people viewed your content was that on TikTok, the assumption was being insanely attractive and funny were mutually exclusive. You were funny, HILARIOUS even but you were also gorgeous, it's just your personality was so big it shone through.

So when you'd post a video and get comments that said stuff like:

Why's she kinda-

Hear me out

Wait why are you low-key cute

It bristled you a little, you wanted people to stop playing in your face like that.

So one evening, while getting ready to go out clubbing with your friends, you went completely against your character by posting a thirst trap. An absolutely scrumptious one.

The outfit was cute as hell. A pink miniskirt, a cream low-cut top that made your boobs pop, some cream knee high boots and some accessories to match.

"You look so fine Y/N," your bestfriend squealed before snapping a bunch of pictures. "I would honestly kill for a body like yours!"

You grinned and threw your arms around her in excitement. "I love you so much girl, thank you for letting me borrow your boots,"

"Anytime, now let's film that TikTok!"

Jack was in London doing press for the movie Scream 6. When the cast had finished for the day, they went back to the hotel together and Jack decided to chill out with Jasmine and Mason as per usual, not to do anything but just for the company.

"Dude, you're probably in here more than I am," Mason laughed causing Jasmine to chuckle in agreement.

"I'm just so bored," Jack sighed scrolling through tiktok and flopped against the bed.

"Well since we're in the UK we could always go out tonight, giving that you're legal an all- Jack?

Jack wasn't paying attention. Because that's when he saw your TikTok.

He was speechless (for once) staring at the way your plump glossed lips moved to lip sync with the attractive sound with a smirk. The way your seductive dark eyes looked up at the camera before placing it down and showing off your outfit. The way your French curl braids bounced with every step you took backwards (your hair wasn't the only thing that bounced with each step). In short, Jack was enchanted, he'd always thought you were gorgeous, as well as funny. But in your usual videos, your intention was to get your point, or lack thereof, across, to rant, to make people laugh.

However, your intention with this video was almost to seduce the person watching. You were confidently acknowledging how attractive you were and making it known.

And boy did Jack know.

"Jack? Jack? Dude, why has that sound been playing on your phone for the last 10 minutes?" Mason walked around to the bed and caught what the brunette was watching before he could hide it. "JAS, COME LOOK AT WHO JACK HAS A CRUSH ON!" The whoop of delight that simultaneously left Jasmine and Mason's ears was almighty.

"Jack! You're into Y/N? I didn't know you were down with the swirl, somebody wants to be invited to the cookout," Jasmine smirked teasingly at him as he blushed profusely. "We're mutuals on TikTok, she's literally the sweetest! If you want I can-

"No!" Jack exclaimed. He was scared. He genuinely didn't think a bad bitch like you, who was confident and brash, not to mention intimidatingly gorgeous, would want anything to do with him. Yes, there were many many girls all over the world who would throw themselves at him but he thought you were WAY out of his league, you didn't even follow him back on TikTok! "Let's just- change the topic please?"

Mason and Jas looked at each other with a knowing glance before shrugging in unison.

"Sure little bro, like I said earlier, how about we go clubbing? I know a great one nearby and you'll be able to get in since the minimum age in the UK's 18 instead of 21," Mason smiled. "If you go get ready now, we can grab a taxi and leave in five minutes?"

Jack, who was grateful for the subject change, nodded in excitement. "Yeah, that sounds like it'll be fun, I'll go get ready,"

Before he knew it, they were at a nightclub, he had a couple shots but decided he wasn't too fond of the taste and wanted to have awareness for the entire night so stopped his drinking there. However he had enough alcohol to make him even more smiley than usual and man he wanted to hit the dance floor.

"See any girls you like, Jack? Or are you still thinking about your TikTok crush?" Mason nudged him playfully earning a laugh and shove back.

"Leave him alone, Mason, he'll find what he's looking for soon enough," Jasmine smirked.

Oh. That sounded ominous.

Jack however, was too laid back to care and decided to dance a bit, so he made his way through the crowd to find space.

That. Was when it happened.

'Movie' by Megan thee Stallion was playing, and everybody who knew you knew that was your song. You also didn't have too much to drink but enough to make you clap your hands in excitement as your body buzzed to get on the dance floor with your friends. You felt hot and the song made you feel hotter. As your body moved in sync with the music, you rapped along with the lyrics, your friends hyping you up and smacking your booty, screaming about how fine you were.

They weren't the only people who thought you were fine.

Jack had just pushed his way through the crowd and immediately his eyes were on you, absolutely enthralled, shocked and terrified. Out of all the places in London he could've gone to, it was the one you were in? He turned back to glare at Mason and Jasmine who were grinning at him and putting their thumbs up, encouraging him to say something.

They knew. It was a set up, they set him up!

He felt like his feet were stuck to the ground as he watched you dance, moving like nobody was watching when in reality they were, people stared at you in jealousy and awe at such effortless beauty. Jack of course was staring with the latter.

He was about to retreat back to Mason and Jasmine when 'Killshot' by Magdalena Bay started to play, not as hype as the previous song but it was one that made you feel even sexier.

As the chorus was about to start, you turned around and made direct eye contact with Jack, his eyes widening at your gaze. You didn't recognise him immediately but it clicked after a couple of seconds since there were edits of him all over TikTok, not to mention you noticed Jasmine grinning with Mason.

You recalled the text convo you had with Jas before you left for the club.

Hey Y/N, I saw your recent and noticed on the caption it said you were going clubbing, where you off to?

Hey sis! I'm off to Kiko's, really nice club about a 10 min drive from the O2 xx

Oh cool! I'm staying at a hotel with some friends I think you'd love, our hotel's literally connected to the O2, see you there maybe?

Now girl, you know what happened the last time we went clubbing together

We'll behave, I promise!

If you turn up you better get us our own section pookie

You know I will!

I know das right!!

Then it dawned upon you that Jack was the friend and judging by the look on Jasmine's face, she had a plan. The sneaky devil.

You didn't mind though, there was no denying he was a massive cutie, tall, strong looking and very handsome but he also looked really sweet. Also, the way he was looking at you like you were the only girl in the room gave you butterflies, his eyes were so gorgeous, it was difficult to not stop and stare.

So you smiled at him, making his heart stop and his eyes widen. He was already hooked.

"I'll be back, you guys want any drinks?" You asked your friends. They all shook their heads no and continued dancing prompting you to make your way to the bar as the chorus continued to play. "One shot of tequila please,"

"Make that two shots of tequila please," You looked behind you to see none other than Jack Champion looking down at you. "Hey, I'm Jack,"

"I'm Y/N, nice to meet you Jack," you flashed him a pearly white smile, immediately making him forget himself. "I'm guessing you're here with Jas?"

"And Mason, they really wanted to take me here clubbing and now I think I know why," he grinned making you laugh.

That laugh.

Jack would literally dress up in a clown costume and do the worm in front of millions just to hear that laugh. It was like music to his ears, a drug he'd have no problem becoming addicted to.

Two shots of tequila were put in front of you along with lime and salt on a small plate, the way he looked at it dumbfounded made you giggle slightly.

"Never had a tequila shot?" You smirked.

"N- No, this is my first time going out and drinking, back at home the legal age is 21," Jack explained as heat rose to his face.

"I'll teach you if you want," you looked up at his towering frame and must have said it too quietly because he looked at you inquisitively before bending over so your lips were nearer his ear.

Girl, if you could blush...

You smiled and pulled his hand up in front of you before balling it up in a fist. Then you took a pinch full of salt and sprinkled it on his hand before doing the same for yourself.

"Lick the salt off your hand, take the shot and then suck on the lime as quickly as possible in one go," you said into his ear, which looked a bit red. You both picked up your shots and tapped the glasses before licking the salt, drinking the alcohol followed by the lime. The eye contact paired with the little smile he gave you during the mini lesson made a wave of heat wash over you and go a lil feral but he didn't need to know that.

"Oh, ooo big no no," he screwed his face up at the taste making you laugh again.

"Not the first time someone's reacted like that, maybe you're more of a beer guy?"

"Nope, I hate the taste,"

"Finally someone that gets it! Beer is just despicably vile, an abomination to beverages" you declared passionately making him smile at your voice. "What're you staring at?"

"Your accent is so incredibly cute," he looked down at you with a soft grin making your cheeks heat up again.

"I can't even imagine how many girls you must have said that to,"

"Only you, I honestly think I could listen to you speak all day,"

You smirked up at him as 'Wild Thoughts' began to play. "Wanna dance, Jack?"

"I uh uhm-

Before he even had the chance to answer, you took his hand within yours and pulled him through the crowed back onto the dance floor. As you led him through, his hand immediately found the small of your back, protecting you from the crowd, making your knees go weak. Soon, his arms were around your waist and your arms were around his neck, moving to the beat of the music.

"I love this song!" You grinned up at him.

"Me too!" He smiled. "You know... I follow you on TikTok,"

"Ah, I thought you did! Just wasn't 100% sure,"

"Well now you know,"

You gasped thinking "shit I don't follow him back"

He read your thoughts perfectly and smirked "It's okay, I'm here with you now so hopefully I can leave with something even better,"

"Oh really?" Your smirk mirrors his perfectly. "And what would that be, Mr Champion?"

"Your number plus a time and place i could take you out,"

Fuck this guy had all the makings of the perfect heartbreaker.

Once again, your heart rate increased at both his words and smile, that fucking smile.

"Depends. How many dates have you gotten since you've arrived in London?" He laughed again at your words.

"The only women I've properly spoken to since getting to London are you and Jas,"

You hummed thoughtfully, knowing that he was telling the truth, but not wanting to make your feelings too obvious. Jack felt like his heart was going to explode with the way you kept your dark eyes on his, a small smile tugging on your lips as he leaned in closer.

You were dangerous. And he was loving it.

He smiled softly at you, his thumb gently caressing your waist and bottom lip tucked under his teeth.

"You're so perfect, you're so so unbelievably perfect," he whispered, absolutely enamoured by you.

You grinned back, lightly twirling his curls at the back of his head with your fingers as he leaned in closer before making eye contact with Jas. She raised a brow at you and nodded towards the stairs, making you quickly catch on.

"Come with me," you smile against his ear making him go red as you tug him back through the crowd and up the stairs. Immediately the two of you are in a more private section of the club, guarded by two bouncers who let you through. The interior was very expensive looking and while you could see everything that was going on down where everyone else was dancing, it was a lot more private, with only you two occupying the room.

"Where are we-

"Private section of the club, Jas really hooked us up," you laughed. "Now I can actually hear you without having to lip read,"

The words coming out of your mouth however, fell upon deaf ears. Jack still couldn't get over how gorgeous you were, and still trying to understand how much time you were spending together without you thinking he was a waste of your time. His gaze was on you and nothing but you, thinking of you and just wanting to spend the moment with... you.

"Jack? Earth to Jack?" His eyes snapped back to yours, finally showing that he was paying attention. Immediately his arm found your waist again and he gently pulled you in, maintaining his gaze on yours. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Yes, the music was still thumping and causing the room to vibrate but it was like the two of you were floating away on a cloud, lost in each others eyes.

"Y/N... I'd really, really like to take you out on a date," Jack confessed, gently caressing your cheek as your eyes widened. "I mean I've actually been wanting to for a while but I thought you would probably be way too cool and think I'm too boring or you'd want someone better but I really would love to get to know you mor-

"Jack," you laughed adoringly at his nervous rambling before placing a hand on the back of his head, getting on your tiptoes and pulling him in for a kiss.

And what a kiss it was.

Time felt like it had stopped for the curly headed brunette as your lips moved in synch perfectly. He felt his heart melt as you leaned more into him, nibbling his bottom lip lightly. It was perfect, you were perfect.

And in that moment, Jack knew that he wanted to spend every moment of his existence making you aware of how perfect you were to him.

"Jack Champion I'd love nothing more,"

A/N: My gawd he’s so cutie patootie pookie. Also side note: I saw a tiktok comment talking about how it makes perfect sense Jack is the “We rocking with Mark bc Mark is rocking with us” of the friend group and I in fact have not been the same since, it actually inspired this storyline lol.

#jack champion #jack #avatar #atwow spider #ethan landry #scream vi #jackchampionfluff #ethan landry fluff #ethanlandryxblackreader #jack champion x black!reader #interracial

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season 2 is done and now that we know what happened, I'm trying to put the events in place..

if my assumption is correct, those glitched scenes we saw on episode 1 were node disturbances taking place - aka Lu Guang going back and actually trying to rewrite the past, and it seems he went as far as Emma's death, meeting Tianchen (and Tianxi, kinda)

all to avoid this moment, a little further in the future (episode 12):

this is the most emotion we got out of Lu Guang since the start of the show and like..... I get it: that was supposed to be Cheng Xiaoshi's death. It's pretty obvious now he's the most important person to Lu Guang

but something changed, more specifically when Qiao Ling stabbed him. Was that supposed to happen to Xiaoshi? Was Lu Guang supposed to die and didn't? All I know is that was not the outcome Lu Guang have seen before, meaning he managed to successfully change something somewhere. Maybe it was that moment itself, maybe a little earlier. No matter. Both he and Cheng Xiaoshi survived thus far

I'm full of questions though..

I wonder if all the events we see occurring in the show are actually from the point of view of Lu Guang's dives? Perhaps nothing that has happened was unaltered because he is constantly going back in time to rewrite the past?

I correctly assumed Cheng Xiaoshi's power was an extension or something from Lu Guang's and now I wonder if it's either that Lu Guang purposely split his ability and gave it to him, or maybe something went haywire while he was using it, that it ended up on Chang Xiaoshi......

.............which also made me speculate about the twins!

like everyone, I also thought about "transference upon death" in regards to their special powers but what if what we saw happen with Qiao Ling was actually just Tianxi's powers last memories, seeping through her? (Qiao Ling has no special powers still)

and what if the power is now "whole"? It makes so much more sense to see their abilities as one thing, instead of something that complements one another! So... what happened? Why do the powers split between 2 people? What causes that? What death has to do with it? If that's the case, Tianchen has his "full" ability now

in the end, I really wonder if Lu Guang is just in a constant race against fate: for how long can he fool death, for how long can he avoid it and protect his most important person? How far will he go? How many timelines and lives will he mess with to get what he needs?

hmmm.......

#link click #shif writes #horror

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paimonial-rage · 2 years

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at least get it right! - zhongli

synopsis: in which reader politely and gracefully corrects incorrect opinions on wangheng funeral parlor's most knowledgeable consultant

ship: none except reader's hatred of misinformation (about zhongli)

notes: part of bookkeeping!verse; sequel to blasphemous assumptions

You knew you weren't the easiest person to get along with. While you knew how to carry yourself with grace, that didn't necessarily mean you were good at it. You could give a decent first impression and gain the respect of others through your work ethic, but you still had flaws. Many considered you too temperamental and opinionated for their liking. You didn't see any qualms in disagreeing with the popular opinion, and when your ire was drawn, all tact went out the window.

Still, that didn't necessarily stop people from trying to get on your good side. Many found your confidence attractive and you supposed the efforts you made in your appearance assisted that. But they also found you intimidating as well. It was frustrating what that combination did to them. People often wanted you to like them and would go out of their way to try and achieve it. When you dwelled on it too much, you often were left wondering with a groan why people couldn’t just be normal.

Recently a Wengsheng Funeral Parlor received a new intern and it was your job to teach him the ropes. His name was Qinglang. He recently graduated and was aiming to gain a career in accounting. He was the friendly sort, albeit too friendly. He had a habit of standing a bit too close and leaning in a bit too far in when speaking to you. Though many of the Parlor's employees found him a bit too much at first, they soon warmed up to him.

Except you.

You tried to focus on his good points, you really did. He definitely was a knowledgeable worker. He could handle the tasks you gave him with ease. However, he couldn’t stop talking to you. Due to your lack of response, it got to the point that the time he spent trying to chat you up far outweighed the amount of work he accomplished. It'd be one thing if it was with other people, but why did he have to focus all his time and energy on you?

Ignoring the fact you could barely get any work done, his topics of conversation were never interesting. You often found yourself rolling your eyes when he decided to bless upon you his oh so vast knowledge of tax laws and the gems he learned from the many economics classes he took. And when he saw that wasn't your fancy, he'd switch to his predictions on future economic booms and the Glaze Lily bubble that was "bound to happen!" Don’t forget how he kept repeating how he’ll be receiving a “top” job at the Feiyun Commerce Guild after finishing his internship at the Parlor.

In the back of your mind, you knew you could get him to back off a bit if you just gave him the attention he wanted from you, but you were too prideful for that. You could scare him off, but you were a professional! You were far past the age of snapping at someone in a public setting!! Sure you may have kinda sorta done it in the past two stories you starred in, but you have grown! Truly! You were more adult than you were before. You would most definitely be the mature one in this situation.

“You know, for it being such an old business, I didn’t think Wangsheng Funeral Parlor would be such a hot mess.”

Your ears pricked.

“The director is an immature little girl. I hear she enjoys going around harassing people to become customers. Don’t you think that’s kinda creepy? And the way she entices customers too,” he scoffed. “Free coffins? Honestly, with her business ethic, I doubt this place is gonna last.”

Uh what?

You half wondered if you suddenly fell asleep and managed to dream the past twenty seconds, because if you heard correctly, Qinglang suddenly and cancerously grew the largest balls of sheer idiocy to think he’d be safe insulting the director while standing in her business getting paid with her funds. If you had to be honest, you had no clue how to even respond to that. Your brain was blank. Nobody could be this dumb in real life, right?

“And what’s up with that consultant everyone is totally gaga over? Sorry, but I don’t see the appeal in someone that acts 65 when they’re actually in their thirties, you know? Really, why are they even keeping him around? I’ve only been here for five days and all I can see he does is spend the Parlor’s money.”

Ah.

“I guess he’s knowledgeable, but honestly is what he says even useful? I spent five minutes talking to that guy and I wanted to fall asleep. It’s like his only utility lies in providing quaint pieces of trivia on demand.”

Okay.

“In my opinion, it would be best for the Parlor if they just got rid of him–”

Your lips pulled back into a beautiful smile.

“Are you done talking? I’m starting to get bored.”

Qinglang’s eyes widened in shock before taking a step back.

“E-Excuse me?”

You shrugged. Your voice was pleasant.

“I said I’m bored. You’re boring me.”

Qinglang laughed nervously, that kind of disbelieving laugh people gave when their bootlicking toward you inevitably went too far.

“S-Sorry, I just… thought you’d agree.”

The smile was gone now.

“Well, you are right about the director being a little girl and the consultant acting like he’s 65. You’re wrong about everything else though.”

You shrugged in mock disappointment.

“I mean if you’re going to talk out of your ass about your employer and senior in their own workplace, at least get it right.”

Pity filled your heart as you gazed upon his frazzled expression.

Poor thing.

“How… How was I wrong?”

He couldn’t tell? You sighed, shaking your head in disappointment as you placed a hand on your hip.

“Well, the first was the director being immature. She isn’t. Though Director Hu is young, she takes her job very seriously. She is able to perform even the most intricate of funeral rites flawlessly. She makes sure to treat our clients with respect. The free coffins thing may be creepy, I’ll give you that, but it's actually provided a lot of income to the Parlor and has recently been utilized extensively by the Millelith. Director Hu may like to play around, but she definitely knows what she's doing.”

Qinglang flushed.

"Well, maybe I was a bit short-sighted about her, but–"

“As for Mr. Zhongli, it’s sad you can’t even see how much he contributes here. Yes, he annoys me at times, but even I saw his use after working here a single day. Do you really think that’s all he does? Shop? He is called a ‘consultant’ for a reason, you know. While he focuses on adepti funerals on paper, he assists in every aspect of the Parlor’s operations. When in doubt, no one here has any reservations about coming to Mr. Zhongli for advice. Not once has he ever let us down.

"Added to that, Mr. Zhongli has assisted the Parlor with his many connections. We are never in lack of rare supplies for funeral rites because Mr. Zhongli is always able to procure them. I've heard that many business owners in Liyue consider themselves indebted to him because of the advice he gave for free. They are willing to bend backward for him. Anyone who has spent even a little time here would know this. Archons, Qinglang. Did you even think of doing your research before deciding to open your mouth?”

Now that you thought about it, you didn’t realize until now that Qinglang managed to parrot the things you complained about in the past almost word for word. Did he ask someone about you? You wanted to gag. How pathetic. He was like a child that didn’t know how to cheat on a test. If you were going to copy someone else, at least change the wording. Did he really think such laziness would impress you?

As you dwelled on it, the fury in your gut flared hotter and hotter. Your fingers curled into fists. Had you been paying attention, you would have noticed you took a step closer to him with each point you threw. There were many things you hated, but there just seemed to be something about people that confidently blathered about things they knew nothing about. How dare they push such lies onto others?

"Lastly…”

Now you stood before him with fire blazing in your eyes.

“... Lastly…”

You leaned in as he would do in the past. Your hands shook.

“Who the hell are you to say anything about anyone here!?”

As you growled, you stabbed your finger into his chest with enough force to push him off his feet.

“It may come as a surprise to you, but I respect the Director. And as for Mr. Zhongli, yes, I may not like him, but I am not blind to his good traits. I have never once thought of him as useless. Mr. Zhongli is always willing to listen and lend a helping hand. He never turns anyone away and I genuinely like that about him. He is more of an asset than you will ever be wherever you go. So why don't you just shut your mouth, stop trying to win a quick buck with me, and get back to work.”

You began to make your way out of the office before pausing at the door.

“If you can do your work as quickly as you run your mouth, maybe I’ll be kind enough to give only the Feiyun Commerce Guild my honest evaluation of your behavior and skills. If you can’t, well…”

You chuckled under your breath.

“I can’t say who else I’ll be willing to tell."

—

Even though you left with the last word, fury still swirled violently in your chest. You didn’t hesitate as you made your way to the entrance of the Parlor. You knew the Director wouldn’t dock your pay for taking a break to clear your head. Besides, you could feel the eyes of your coworkers boring into you. The walls were thin, after all. You knew they all heard. But before you could make it fully out, you nearly walked into the man of the hour.

Just your luck, right?

But you were raring to go. You were dying to hear what he would say. If he thanked you, you would laugh and tell him not to flatter himself. If he apologized, you would mock him for his lack of confidence.

But he didn’t do either. After murmuring an apology, he took a step around you and continued on his way.

And somehow that annoyed you more than anything else he could have done.

So you spun around and marched up to him. Like with Qinglang, you leaned in close and pointed a finger to his chest.

“I meant what I said, and I have no shame saying it again. Don’t let my dislike of you convince you otherwise!”

Once his surprise wore off, his eyes twinkled with a glimmer of amusement.

“I will keep that in mind.”

You nodded before turning back to leave.

“Good.”

#genshin impact #bookkeeping!verse #genshin impact x reader #zhongli #genshin zhongli #zhongli x reader #kinda #don't worry #the next installment will be primarily reader interacting with zhongli #i'm really excited to write it #it's not going to be funny but it'll be when things start to actually develop #... kinda #this is gonna be a slowburn sorry #my writing #also if you guys get the reference in here you will get 500 ekko dollars for free which will win u one free request #letsjustignorerequestsarealreadyfreewhoops #genshin x reader

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blazernot · 1 year

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The Magnus Archives Season 4

Okay so i like just finished the finale so my thoughts are very scattered but bear with me

John, my beloved, was trying so hard this season. But sadly he was stuck in a basement full of women that hated him. He tries but he's also a massive hypocrite. "We need to communicate" oh that's rich coming from you. He just kept making stupid decisions and never thought anything through. He is a disaster but it's very entertaining and I love him.

I of course love all the girlies. My favorite was definitely Daisy, if you've been following my liveblogs it's kinda obvious. But everyone else was also great. I love super spy Bashira. I feel really bad for Melanie choosing to blind herself but I also completely understand her decision. I hope her and Georgie can have peace, somehow.

Martin!! It was so weird seeing him be like the main thing this season. It made sense though since he always was the guy in the backround so it was nice to have him be center stage. It's also so sad that that's what tipped him off to the plan, he's not some chosen on hero. The lonely is honestly really fitting sadly. It was also so strange to watch him bite back at times and push John away, I'll get back to this later.

Peter is so entertaining, I mean Elias was as well but Peter with his "Grubby Jesus" and "Pet Murderer" stole my heart. They really are just a bickering divorced couple. Their fight in the tunnels was peak custody battle energy with Martin just awkwardly in the corner.

I love monster John, it's so eerie. Like that one lady and her encounter was so, eheheh, like I didn't want to believe John would do that, but of course he would. Everyone being scared of him, especially since last season John declared that he would trust them and be better, but I also don't blame them.

I did not believe that the Daisy rescue would work- but gosh I'm happy it did. I adore her. She's probably dead now after the finale but I have to hope. That whole thing was tense, but now they are the dirt duo and friends because who else is there to be friends with. They listen to bad radio shows its great.

OKAY SO- back in season one I thought stuff like "Oh the fandom totally ships John and Martin even though they hate each other" because that's what fandom does and that's a very popular dynamic. And I thought it would just stay like that?? Like it would be meek Martin and annoyed John and that would be their permanent dynamic. Looking back that was a stupid assumption but I'm used to ships like that going nowhere. But NO and oh my gosh I didn't think about John and Martin's relationship this much until this season. It was the pining the "I'm doing this for you" "I miss you" "I'm here if you need me" the distance that made it so clear that you're the only person that could get me, Martin defending John when he talked to Georgie. John wanting the two of them to gouge their eyes out and escape together. Then- THEN the finale where John once again saved someone he loved from impossible odds. And like, they're canon right? Like they openly love each other? They stayed in a hideout together for weeks and Martin tells him about cows he sees on his walks. Like what else could you want. I'm certain the fandom went mental

I'm also certain they went mental over the finale, like I currently am. I want, no, need Elias dead. I did not expect him to be the finale boss. Like what. I was wondering what a beholding ritual would even do or be, but I guess I got some kind of answer.

But seriously I hate Elias- Tim died for NOTHING. Tim died for literally no reason. So much of this could've been stopped but no. Brilliant plan though, like as it was being read off I was speakless. Like I am shook to the core, Yonah and Eli can testify they saw me go mental on discord. I kept expecting Martin to walk back in just on time to stop everything but no. And now we're screwed and I have no idea how this series will end but it'll be with a bang that's for sure

#tma liveblog #the magnus archives #i need like atleast a day before i can season five #like i need a mi ute

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the-hollows-pale-whisp · 10 months

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Kinda back in my Hollow Knight phase rn, so I'm just gonna be word vomiting my thoughts and half-baked headcanons and my vague understanding of Hollow Knight lore. Lets GO!

Do you guys think the Pale Lurker was like, a royal guard of some kind? Or just someone from the City of Tears? Because while fighting her the City of Tears action theme does play.

Like, maybe after the White Palace just up and vanished she took to the colosseum, but also still believed in the Pale King? I don't know man, based on her Dreamnail dialogue, it seems she does worship a king, or perhaps the king she worships isn't even the Pale King.

But the Lord fool.

Maybe because of the Pale King's disappearance she clung onto the Lord Fool to act in his place or something of the like, maybe she noticed he died and went insane trying to delude herself that her king is still alive and well, maybe she separated herself from the rest of the fools because of this too. Maybe that key she held belonged to the Lord Fool as well, and she's holding on to it for the one day he returns or something.

Anyways.

What exactly happened for the Nightmare Realm and the Dream Realm to be split? Maybe The Nightmare's Heart was forced to split the Nightmare Realm off from the Dream Realm because the Radiance was kinda encroaching on its territory?

Like, maybe in her desperation to not be forgotten she tried to use anyone and anything to her advantage, and hey, the Nightmare Heart has a troupe like she did her moth tribe, what if she just takes it.

Which then forced The Nightmare's Heart to make the decision to split the Nightmare Realm off from the Dream Realm.

Or maybe not even THAT.

Maybe after she came back from being forgotten she just, went after everything. Like, if she would go after the followers of Unn even though said god is just sleeping, and she went after deepnest, the Hive and the Mantis Tribe.

Why not assume that she would go after the Nightmare Realm too?

Maybe I could make the assumption that since everything in Greenpath came from Unn's dream, the Radiance basically saw it that she had the right to take Unn's followers because they were molded from a dream. Mayhaps she was even, say, jealous of the fact that Unn's subjects (or like half maybe) didn't leave them even after meeting the Pale King and that their god is sleeping.

So, say that the Nightmare and Dream Realm were one, and the Radiance assumes that dreams are hers to lay claim to and that Nightmares are just a different form of dream. What if she just decided that The Nightmare's Heart wasn't necessary and tried to dispose of them, realized she couldn't, then decided to split them?

Meh, I don't know man I'm just spouting bullshit lols.

Another thing, kinda more bullshit to deal with the Pale King I guess?

So, the final lore tablet at King's Pass states:

Higher beings, these words are for you alone. Beyond this point you enter the land of King and Creator. Step across this threshold and obey our laws. Bear witness to the last and only civilisation, the eternal Kingdom. Hallownest

A bit funny, isn't it? How the Pale King calls Hollownest the last and only civilization, perhaps you could even call it hubris. But what if, and hear me out here.

What if Hollownest was the last and only civilization...

...at that time.

Maybe before the Pale King's reign there truly weren't any civilizations, or an extremely little amount of them? He could call his the last because he saw the very last civilization crumble and fall before his eyes, perhaps he says that his is the only because the wastes cause bugs to lose their minds and such no civilizations can spawn from mindless bugs.

Except... we do know that bugs have come from beyond Hollownest. Iselda and Cornifer, for example.

But that doesn't mean that the Pale King can't say his was the last and only civilization left, because, at the time, that may have very well been true and other civilizations may have popped up perhaps either during or after his reign.

And Hollownest is called the only civilization because it was the most advanced out of everyone else, Deepnest, the Moth Tribe, The Hive, Greenpath, the whole lot of them.

We could even think about if the split happened either when the Pale King came to Hollownest or well into his reign. Maybe well into his reign was when the Radiance came back with a vengeance, split the realms, and then forced The Nightmare's Heart to go beyond the wasteland in search of sustenance, which would then lead to that higher being to find out about the ruins of civilizations and then realizing it could feast on the fading embers of something that was once great.

Which could then give it the idea of trying to promote the existence of more kingdoms when the embers were running low, or just couldn't support it anymore?

And if the split did indeed happen well into the Pale King's reign, it could sorta spread the knowledge it saw from Hollownest during its travels and subtly suggesting to certain bugs it saw potential in to try and be, well, a king or queen.

Whether that bug gave way to a short lived or long lived kingdom was of no concern for The Nightmare's Heart, either way it still be able to collect the embers from the inevitable fall.

It was just a matter of time.

(How did it loop from being something about Hollownest to the Nightmare Heart again god DAMN IT)

#hollow knight #the pale king #nightmare king grimm #WHY ISN"T THE NIGHTARE HEART A TAG HELLOW??#The Nightmare's Heart #the radiance #pale lurker #Just me spilling random thoughts #Maybe clumping together some half baked headcanons #and the glue between all of them being my vague understanding of lore lols #Am I wrong? Feel free to correct me I love hearing about lore #I wrote this while sleepy so hu #yea #ehehh #teehee

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theoncomingdoo-dah · 1 year

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DW SERIES 6

We did it boys.

The series premiere was a bit disappointing (and confusing and convoluted) but well, um, we watched it.

"You're trying to turn me into you."

Best episode(s): It's a tie! Between The Girl Who Waited and Closing Time.

TGWW had an amazing concept and setting (I freaking LOVE the idea of the Two Streams Hospital!) And my god the character writing was on POINT. Best moment and the moment that rocked me to my core had to be where Rory told the Doctor

I mean, damn. That's on par with series 1's "You would make a good Dalek." And not to mention, this episode holds no punches. (Neither did The God Complex, but this one is a better episode in my opinion) when it comes to how manipulative the Doctor can be. 11 can be a goofy, silly little guy but at his core? Cold ass mother fucker.

And I LOVE that. It shows how fucked the events in series 2-4 made him. Time Lord Victorious does things to a mf.

Closing Time is not a super deep episode but it is funny and charming. And I could not stop smiling while watching it. I love Craig. I just do. I love how he's not even a companion but he's aware of what's going on with the Doctor. I love how the Doctor and him have this weird partnership going on and neither of them are like "ew gross" when they're mistaken for a couple. I love how it's implied that Craig actually *really likes* the Doctor (bicon!). I ABSOLUTELY ADORE the scenes with the Doctor and Alfie, especially with the galaxy lights. I'm using that in fanfiction, make my words. This episode was just fun. Simple as that. A nice little one off.

Also the part when the Doctor saw Amy and Rory from afar, that was really sweet. 🥺

I LOVE the relationship between the Doctor and the "human" TARDIS in this episode, it is so damn adorable. And the episode was written by Neil Gaiman! Yay!

Best thing about this episode? It's reminiscent of RTD Era present day Earth episodes. And God, I missed them!

Most surprising episode: The Doctor's Wife.

Look at that title. Look at the title and tell me what you expected this episode to be about. It's not! It's not that! Rory punches two Nazis, including Hitler but it's a fucking River Song centric episode. Lame. So fucking lame. Also that ending. Ugh....

Most Disappointing: Let's Kill Hilter.

We get 11 in coat and tails and a top hat though so not a complete loss.

The Wedding of River Song and A Good Man Goes To War.

Worst Episode(s): Another tie...

First, I'll say that the series finale is better than Big Bang. Because I could actually follow what was going on for the most part and it kinda(?) made sense(?) But besides that?

UUUGGGHHHH. So bad. So much bad.

At least i know what the hand tying thing looks like now. So I can use it in fanfiction. But I'd like to point some things out. Rivers statement about how no one loves the Doctor "no more than me"? Fuck. You. 1, nice assumption. 2, The TARDIS would like to know your location. Ugh, I HATED that line!

Also, also! This nice, romantic scene? ABSOLUTE MANIPULATION. The Doctor 'married' River to basically be like "There, I'm your husband now. Do what I say." Fuck this fucking scene. This romance. This plot line, END ME.

A Good Man Goes to War, is not as bad, but still pretty awful. Yet again, amazing title, terrible execution.

We got to meet some neat characters! ...and they're all dead. (But I'm assuming we learn more about them in other episodes)

I went into this knowing who Melody Pond/River Song is. But my partner didn't. So when it was revealed who she is, my partner's response was the following-

"EWWWWWW."

And that's all I have to say about that. Also River being conceived on the TARDIS gave her Mary-Sue Time Lord powers and Rose literally absorbing the Time Vortex did what...? Nothing?

Please no. I want Bad Wolf Theory to be true. please.

Compared to last series that really only had 1 episode that felt was worth the watch and was actually really amazing, series 6 had a few that I genuinely enjoyed but everything else was either meh or FUCKING AWFUL.

Series Rating- 6/10

So overall better series but Flesh and Stone doesn't hold a candle to the awful/awkwardness that is The Wedding of River Song.

Series 7 next. We already watched The Asylum of The Daleks which was a lot better of a series premiere than The Impossible Astronaut. (BTW, if I haven't mentioned it, I really could not care less about this era's overarching plot.)

Not looking forward to Day of The Doctor. Just being honest. I feel like the scenes between 11 and 10 will be fun but ill just be thinking about how

no nine

no eight

Rose is here despite not being her and Moffat not liking her unless he can use her as a plot device

But the two twinks interacting will definitely help in the crack fic I want to write.

#dw #the doctor shitposts #anti moffat

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April 6th, 2024: Final Thoughts On The Little Mermaid Play!!!

The play was so good this year, I really did like it. I went to the play at my school to watch The Little Mermaid twice, once on Friday night and the matinee on Saturday afternoon. I went twice because my brother was so upset that it wasn’t like how he imagined (he does the soundboard). My family and I saw nothing wrong with anything, other than a few minor mistakes. But he bawled after the show and told us “please come back tomorrow you have to see it again.” My mom had to work, and my dad didn’t want to go again, but I thought about how important it was for him and decided to go back to see it again; I told him it was better than last time! But I wasn’t completely honest.. Now that I’ve seen it for the second time I noticed more differences, but I did get something good out of it that made me glad to go! The lead role was Bella, someone I consider a friend, but to be safe I’ll say she’s a peer. And the one who plays Scuttle, the seagull in the movie, was Faustina, a girl who sits next to Bella in English class. English is my favorite class of the day, and they’re always interested in what I have to say and hype me up when I get passionate about a subject. Bella, like I mentioned, was Ariel and she did a lot of singing and poses to look like a Disney princess. Faustina as Scuttle was perfect and she was so funny; she flew around via some cord connected to the catwalk the tech crew was on. I was glad I saw it twice because after the second show, I saw Faustina and yelled “Faustina! You were amazing!!!” and she said thank you! But the best part was that Bella saw me, she yelled my name and ran towards me. It just meant so much because it felt like she was genuinely excited to see me. I haven’t had someone excited to be around me like that in a long while. She also showed me that she was wearing the earrings I gave her during the performances. It makes me feel, kinda important. And not to mention she’s the LEAD ACTOR! I’m basically famous?! Just kidding with you. I was also hoping to be a background dancer this year, but I never committed. I went to one rehearsal though!!!! I left half way through because of anxiety... but I still got the role of mer-sister, handmaid, and mer-folk! I just wasn't ready to be practicing twice a week. But now I really wanna try again. Unfortunately, I was told there will not be another play this year. It makes sense, there is only two and a half months before graduation. Maybe in college I can be a dancer again. Honestly… I never thought I’d be friends with either of them. I hope they don’t see this eventually, it sounds kinda bad! But the first time I heard of Faustina was in health class Sophomore year. I was very bitter about the world back then, and I found her annoying really because she talked to the football guys and because she was loud. Nothing wrong with that obviously. And for Bella, the first time I remember her was from the previous play, Chicago. I think her role as Velma Kelly influenced my opinions about her, because I just thought she was probably mean. I remember when my brother told me she was Ariel; it kind of irked me because I thought this other girl should have gotten the role, but I really knew nothing about them. I made a lot of assumptions and I think I’ve learned that I shouldn’t do that. They’ve brought me a lot of happiness, and it made me more invested in the show because I knew them. I don’t know. I’m really glad I went to go see it. The set and light were really good too. Oh, and the costumes were really beautiful! Compared to the plays from different schools, our theatre program is a step up. I like plays, I pretend I’m in Ancient Greece watching the first theatrical performances. Here’s some pictures of the girls, I hope they don’t mind their photos being on my blog!

#theatre #musicals #broadway #superstars #high school #drama #love #hip hip horray

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what-if-nct · 2 years

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Forgot to unhide my anonymity in case you want to privately answer my question-

I thought people may be curious and so after processing for few hours, I kinda realised something-

Jonghyun is barely seen around him and if so then he’s usually trying to help him as best as he could or ignores him to comfort me. Yes I know we did adult time in one of the dreams, but that’s the part of the comforting. He knows how weird I am, and so he would look after me in the most weirdest ways he could think of.

Last night, I was at the hospital and I saw Onew fully clothed with Jonghyun holding his hand. They went inside for a bit and the next time I saw them together, he was seen in pants with a lock so he cannot take it off and if he does go naked, then it’s with supervision. Jonghyun seemed to be the carer for this dream since he’s trying to take the right precautions and even giving him medicine to help him calm down.

When I saw him again, he looked calmer, but was upset to say the least. He couldn’t even remove his clothes and run around naked like he always does. He knew it will keep everyone safe this way, but he looked so miserable doing so. I felt like this is the part of the treatment he gets. He starts small like his house and then eventually go to the garden then a small park and then a nude beach. He hated wearing clothes and he felt like nobody was listening to him. I don’t know if they’re forcing him or treating him unfairly during the process but regardless he defo looked sad in some capacity.

Some cousins even went forwards and said that he’s now starting to be self aware and one being an mvp said that onew was starting to be allowed to walk around naked in public, but with strict supervision. When he saw Victoria, just like in my other dream he asked her to hold him back so he doesn’t hurt her. She was safe and he was visibly seen proud of himself. My locket/taemint cousin said that he was seen being attacked and abused by the hospital and the people around him which was why he looked sad and doesn’t seem to talk to anyone. He’s seen in his house where there were police tapes and guard dogs everywhere. He was mostly seen in his room whimpering underneath his bed as a police man and a doctor watched him and treated him as inhumane as possible. He was scared to talk or say anything because every time he tries explaining himself, everyone would just talk over him and make assumptions about him. This is like how people would perceive depression and other mental health issues. They tend to think that he’s doing it purposely when he’s not. He spoken several times about how he just wanted to be free without having to worry about hurting others except himself. Tbh, that was the saddest thing I’ve ever heard. It’s almost like saying he prefers to hurt himself or take his own life instead of the constant sh and r word he would do. It almost makes me glad that he’s not treated like that in my dreams and he’s almost allowed to have his say whenever he wants.

Also I’m gonna keyboard smash don’t worry-

Awwww poor Onew, he just needs help not to be locked away in captivity and abused. He can't help. A nice warm facility where he gets therapy and discovers the root of his issues is all he needs. Maybe given a stuffed animal that he slowly learns to control himself with. He shouldn't be treated like a caged animal undeserving of compassion. At least he's freeer in your dreams and has a say in his own restraints.

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idy-ll-ique · 3 years

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Sweet Little Love.

Pairing: Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Lil Angst

Warnings: brief mention of violence

Requested: nope

Summary: The Y/L/Ns are a well-off family in New York, and are good friends with Sam Wilson. One day Y/N is threatened by a stalker and needs a bodyguard, so Sam suggests Bucky. Bucky doesn't want to do it; the last thing he wants is to deal with a spoiled, bratty rich girl for a whole month. The only thing is, Bucky has terribly misjudged her and now he can't help falling in love with her.

Author's Note: Hiya peeps! the last scene is just a small bonus crack!scene sjsjsjs lmao, enjoy!

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If there was one type of person Bucky liked, it was someone who was kind, polite, helpful and caring… and Bucky knew the person he was going to work for was going to be none of those things. "Sam, come on, man, I don't want to do this," Bucky groaned as he followed his best friend down the street. "I already promised, Bucky."

"Why did you?! I don't want to spend my whole day around spoiled little brats, they're the worst!" Bucky threw his hands up in surrender. "Okay, number one: You have to look after only one person and number two: Why don't you just meet her once? Then you can decide for yourself, how about that?"

Bucky had been hired by one of Sam's friends, Mr Y/L/N, as a bodyguard for his daughter. He didn't know the daughter at all; but the one thing he was sure about was that she was going to be a pain in the ass for him, like in every single movie about rich girls and bodyguards. Mouthy, petty, sassy, rude…

He was in no mood to deal with someone like that.

Ms Y/L/N, he assumed, had been sent some threats over a week ago by a stalker and so the poor father was worried sick as he frantically searched for bodyguards. Sam was also informed and before he knew it, James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes was hired. To be honest, the Y/L/Ns were paying a lot so… since he had given up Avenging, the income would be great.

Plus, she only needed protection for around a month or so. Speaking of the daughter, how old was she even going to be? Maybe a child below 10? A rebellious teenager? Who knows? "Alright, stop here. She's supposed to be here somewhere, let me call Y/L/N." Bucky huffed and looked around the crowded streets as Sam contacted the father.

That's when his eyes landed on a lady. She was beautiful; wearing what looked like a tennis skirt and a university hoodie, along with sneakers. Her hair was pulled into a braid and she had a bright smile on her face. Bucky blinked twice and watched. Her body or clothes didn't catch his attention, but her actions sure did.

She was chatting with another, older woman who had coffee spilled all over her white tee. The young lady was holding a baby in her arms, bouncing the sweet child as the older woman hurriedly tried to clean her clothes. Through his super-soldier hearing, he caught their conversation. "I'm so sorry to bother you like this," the woman sighed.

"It's okay, ma'am, you are not a bother. You were clearly in need of help and you know how New York is…" Both women giggled. The older woman soon left with her child but the young lady continued standing there, looking around, as if waiting for someone. Probably a boyfriend, Bucky thought.

"Why is he not picking up?!"

Bucky rolled his eyes at Sam before looking over at the pretty lady again, who had started bouncing back and forth on her heels, glancing everywhere. That's when a loud wail echoed above the already busy street. The lady's eyes snapped towards the voice before she took off running towards a little boy who had tripped over.

The little kid was blond and scrawny, reminding Bucky of a little Steve. He smiled fondly at the memory. "Are you hurt, bubba?" Y/N asked the kid adoringly as she helped him stand. The boy's lower lip wobbled as he tried to hold his tears in but was unsuccessful. "Aw, come here…" Bucky gulped when the lady got on her knees and hugged the child.

She's so kind.

The kid hugged back just as eagerly, sobbing into her shoulder. Soon, two adults approached her; a gay couple, the parents of the kid. They, too, watched with appreciation as the lady easily calmed the kid down with her soothing presence. An involuntary smile bloomed on Bucky's face; if he was in that kid's position, he'd have stopped crying too. The lady was wonderful.

"Thank you so much, honey," one of the men grinned when the lady stood up, dusting her knees and giving the kid a smile. "Oh, it's not a problem! You know what?" She dug around in her purse and pulled out a lollipop. "I always have some on me. I'm a big fan. You?" The boy giggled and eagerly accepted the candy.

"Steve, what do you say?"

Bucky almost laughed. The kid's name was also Steve? Amazing! "Thank you!" Steve exclaimed with a bright smile, making the lady laugh. "No problem! Have a good day!" She waved at the family of three before returning to her original place, standing outside a café. Bucky was enamored at this point.

"Any luck?" he drawled, glancing at Sam who shook his head. "That dick," he grumbled under his breath and Bucky grinned, getting back to watching the pretty lady but she was nowhere to be found. He looked around until he saw her crossing the road, an old man holding her arm with one hand as the other held his walking cane.

She was on his side of the street now, just a few feet away from him. "You are an angel, darling," the old man crooned as he patted her cheek, letting go of her arm once he was safely on the other side. An angel indeed, Bucky smiled to himself. "Oh, sir, I try…" she spoke bashfully, turning in his direction as the man left.

Bucky quickly averted his gaze, he didn't want to look like a creep. "Sam? Sam, is that you? Wilson!" Bucky froze at the lady's voice, her footsteps nearing the place where he and Sam were standing. Wait, is that...? Sam looked away from his phone, eyes lighting up as they landed on the lady. "Y/N? When did you arrive?" Bucky watched as they hugged.

"Been here for a long time, dad said you were going to introduce me to my bodyguard today. He's a good friend of yours, right?" Sam turned and motioned towards Bucky. He stepped forward. "Hi, I'm James Barnes," he introduced himself, holding his hand out. He couldn't believe he had called this angel a spoiled, rich brat.

I'm never gonna forgive myself.

"James, nice to meet you! I'm Y/N Y/L/N. Thanks for doing this, I'm probably going to be a burden—" He immediately shook his head. "Oh, no no no, don't say that! I can tell we're going to be good friends." He winked and she couldn't help but giggle. Bucky didn't even correct her on the name, something about the way she said it made a shiver run down his spine.

"Well, um, do we start now, or…?"

"Your choice," he interrupted, hands shoved in the pockets of his coat as he stared at her, heart swelling with affection. "I already feel safe," she half-joked, "Start now. I have a few places to go to…" He was ready to follow her to Hell and back. "Of course." Both of them turned to Sam, who had a knowing smirk on his face.

If it were anyone else Bucky would've given him his infamous glare but Y/N? He was hoping for a connection. "You two enjoy your date— I mean, day. Anyway, what's up with your dad, girl, he's not picking up my calls." Bucky rolled his eyes at the slip up. "He's not? Maybe he's in a meeting. If you want you can go visit."

"Gonna do just that, tell him that his precious little daughter is in safe hands." Y/N looked at Bucky with a huge smile. "No doubt about that! It's getting late, I'll see you later!" Y/N started walking away and Bucky immediately followed with a nod towards Sam. "Hey, um, I saw you, you know?" he blurted out.

"Saw me? Doing what?" Y/N blinked. "You helping the lady with the child, the kid who tripped over— Steve, his name was? And the old man you helped cross the street. I just wanna say that was amazing. You're a great person, Y/N, I'm honored to be your bodyguard." She gasped softly and looked away, chewing her bottom lip as she grinned, cheeks heating up.

"Oh, um, it's just— I like to help people. It's how my parents raised me. Yeah, we might be rich but I'm not spoiled. Lots of people think that when I tell them I'm Mr Y/L/N's daughter. It hurts sometimes, you know? People just assume anything about you without even knowing you. That's why I try to be good. I don't want to be a bad person," she rushed out, unconsciously voicing all her insecurities.

Bucky's heart sank in his chest as he let out a dry chuckle. "Ugh, just saying this is gonna make me throw up but I assumed that too. I thought I was gonna work with a spoiled, rich brat. I was horribly, horribly wrong, I hope you can forgive me, doll." She turned to him, but she wasn't mad in the slightest. She even started getting a tiny crush on him, I mean, hey, the man is eye-candy. "It's fine! I forgive you, you didn't know."

"No, it's not fine. I shouldn't have made assumptions, I feel like the biggest ass in the world," he scoffed, looking away from her. "James, please, it's okay. You know now, right? Don't feel bad! Why don't we stop for a coffee on the way?" How could he say no to that?

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2 weeks passed. Y/N and Bucky became incredibly close friends; Bucky went as far as revealing the truth about himself, how he used to be an Avenger, how he lost his arm, everything. What he didn't expect was her to cry at his story. "You did not deserve to go through that, they did you so dirty…" she sniffled and he hugged her like his life depended on it. It kinda did.

God, if he didn't fall in love the first time they met, he was definitely in love now. "Doll, I'm here now, aren't I? All good— well, maybe not all good." And his face broke into the biggest grin ever when he heard a chuckle from her. "I'm glad you're here." Just those 4 words and Bucky vowed that he was never gonna let her go.

"I'm getting coffee, you wait here. Don't go anywhere else."

"Aye aye, Captain!" Y/N laughed and he smiled back as he entered the café. Y/N stood outside, typing away on her phone when someone suddenly grabbed her by the back of her neck, pulling her into the alley next to the café. She couldn't even scream, breathing was difficult with his hand around her neck.

"We finally meet, sweetheart." Oh, God, it was him. The stalker. Y/N whimpered, struggling to get out of his arms but he only tightened his hold on her. Bucky, Bucky please— Over time, Y/N had grown fond of Bucky. He still asked her to call him James, he said it felt good when she called him that. So she did.

He was so protective of her, almost like she was his girlfriend. He was also handsome; incredibly so, with his stormy blue eyes, his tall and broad figure and razor sharp jaw. His first priority was always her and it made her warm inside. She'd decided to ask him out at the end of the month, but it was looking a bit difficult now.

"Your bodyguard not with you today? What happened, lover's quarrel?" the man smirked tauntingly as Y/N's vision blurred due to lack of oxygen. She blinked back tears, crying again when he tightened his hold on her neck. "Scream all you want, sweetheart, no one's gonna hear it," he laughed.

"Try me."

The man's head whipped to the side only for Bucky's metal fist to connect with his jaw. He fell to the ground with a thud, unconscious at the first punch. Y/N slid down to her knees. Her hands went to her neck, coughing and dry heaving. "Doll? Doll, come here." Bucky felt immense guilt as he gathered her in his arms, carrying her bridal style towards his car.

He left her alone. That was the one thing he wasn't supposed to do. "James…" Y/N wheezed, curling closer to him when he tried to put her in the backseat. "Doll, you have to get in," he insisted but she shook her head. "Not without you. Please." Bucky sighed and got into the backseat, holding Y/N against his chest.

She was pretty shaken up. "I'm so sorry, Y/N." He felt himself tearing up. "No… not your fault… you… coffee… I wasn't… phone…" Bucky handed her a bottle of water when she wheezed again. "Drink up, baby," he whispered as he held the bottle to her lips because she refused to let go of his sweater. After drinking some water her throat felt better.

"Don't go, please, I need you," she sobbed as she completely curled against him, wetting his sweater as she cried in his arms. "You will always have me, doll. I'm not going anywhere. Not again," he assured her as he rubbed her back, wiping his own tears away. All of a sudden, she pulled away and pressed her lips to his. "I love you."

He pulled her in for another kiss, fireworks exploding in his head at the confession. Only two weeks had passed but they were both sure about their feelings. "I love you too, doll. You're mine now, only mine," he groaned against her lips. "Only yours," she agreed, burying her face back in his shoulder as he pulled her impossibly close.

"You're not getting out of my sight ever again."

And he kept his promise.

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"And then I— where do you think you're going?" Sam blinked as Bucky abruptly stood up, eyes trained on his wife. She gave him a smile and walked out of the room, Bucky following her out like a puppy. "To the bathroom, Sam!" Y/N called out behind her and Sam turned to the parents, blinking in confusion as they roared with laughter.

"Why does she need him there?" Sam asked "Oh, haven't you heard? Bucky hasn't broken the promise he gave Y/N 6 years ago," Mrs Y/L/N explained vaguely. "What promise?" Mr Y/L/N laughed once more. "He told her she was never getting out of sight after the incident. And well…" Y/N and Bucky returned at the exact time as Sam made a face.

"Don't you get tired of him?" Sam groaned as Bucky sat down, pulling his wife on his lap. "Oh no no, it helps that she's as much in love with him as he is with her. They do not get tired of each other," Mrs Y/L/N shook her head with a fond smile. "It helps that he's handsome and aesthetically pleasing to look at," Y/N crooned, squishing her husband's cheeks as he laughed and swatted her hands away.

"Even in the bathroom?!"

"He stands outside as a guard," she shrugged. "Damn. Y'all are weird," Sam muttered, barely catching the book Bucky threw towards him. "Not weird. Just looking out for her, like I promised," he muttered, cheeks flushing. "You do know that the threat was 6 years ago, right? Six!" Sam threw his hands up.

"What if there's a new one?" Bucky countered exasperatedly. Sam only shook his head at the couple before a smile broke out on his face. "I've never seen a couple so in love. You two are cute," he commented as laughter filled the room. No more threats, no more danger.

Just a sweet little family and their sweet little love.

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A/N: Leave a like if you enjoyed! Thanks for reading!

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x female reader #james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes fluff #winter soldier #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x y/n #sebastian stan x female reader #sebastian stan x you #sebastian stan characters #disney #mcu #marvel #avengers #fanfic #writing #writeblr

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So, in honor of LU's 4th anniversary, I will be sharing the results of my introducing the Boys to my younger sister! I basically showed her a bunch of pictures and she made assumptions while I laughed my ass off and tried to type while keeping up with what she was saying.

Here are the results of that!

Let's get into it, shall we?

(For clarity, my comments are in italics and hers will be in quotation marks)

"His name is Thor

"Knight in shining armor, stern, leader but not totally controlling, honor obsessed."

(She got more detailed about them all later on, but yeah, she was short with the first few, but a bit on the nose XD)

"Weird insomniac guy

"Strikes me as distrusting, wily, protective of family, lone wolf "

(I died)

"Boromir

"Strikes me as being proud, vain, sassy, a bit of a narcissist, tries to look good but often breaks the rules, look out for Number #1"

You're not that far off, I mean, he's not a narcissist, he learned not to be after the villain um...lusted after him and hilled hundred of people because she wanted him to be hers.

"Shaggy

"Ugly, he ugly. Obviously he's got a super sword so he must have done something cool to get that but he doesn't deserve it, like, he's not cool after all. He looks like he's supposed to be really cool but is actually boring. Not very relatable, too perfect."

(She tore into him lol)

(I didn't tell her anything, but I guess she picked up on the fact that he's a religious nut. And when she saw me type this she kinda groaned so....)

(She looked shocked when I said he was dating a goddess) "That's not religious that's sacrilegious!"

"Legolas

"Cute! He's cute. Probably a bit mischievous, spunky, bit of a rebel, goes off and does his own adventures when he's not supposed to. Generally smart but gets his butt handed to him on occasion from going off my himself. He's just like a cute, mischievous trouble-maker who means well but get's himself screwed up."

(I was dying as I wrote it, she got him perfect!)

"Hiccup

"Getting a Hiccup vibe, but also Sokka- Is that a boomerang? It's a boomerang :)

"He a bit timid on the surface, but he's got his own thing going and is gonna stand up for what he wants to do. He'll go off and do his adventure stuff but he's also afraid of dying or getting hurt (like the 1st Hiccup freeing Toothless scene in the woods). Easily startled but quick to spring into action. Kinda like the sneak boi."

(Told me to make sure to type it "boi")

He's half fairy.

"That makes sense.

"And his sword is dying! Look at this!!!"

(She really disliked how his sword looks, we laughed like nuts)

"Kuzko

"Why Kuzko? I already don't like him. I feel like he's cocky, a bit of a flirt, tries to look cool and screws it up. Like he thinks he's really epic, "stand aside, let me do my thing", proceeds to blow himself up. Based on the fact that he's holding a bomb I'm guessing that he does something with explosives, but he's also got a sword. And what is that, a joker's vest? He looks like that weird kid who ran away to join the circus but is also a mercenary part time."

Anything else?

"He explode."

Everyone's gonna riot, you're just tearing into their favorites!

"Baby Face- No! Mort! (like in Madagascar)

Ew. He's like an ugly baby face, is he slinging a bell around? What is that? Is that a bell?"

It's a grappling hook.

"Either he's really small and immature, or just really young, or both. I feel like the creator designed him to be this mischievous lovable character but I would probably hate him :). Probably takes on too much, tries to be a hero but he's to amateur. Probably has a dramatic backstory; like he's a prince or something. He's probably got like a high pitched annoying voice (she dislikes kids). He's like if Deku was younger and medieval, except I like Deku. He probably cries a lot too."

(Sorry to the Wind, Sky and Four fans, I can't control her)

Last one (for now)

(told her he's my fav)

"Sonic

Oh no. Oh no. I think he's like, cocky, flashy, probably a bit of a flirt, but at the same time I feel like underneath that he's really sweet. He's a team player but a bit of a showoff. It's easy for him to get himself into a pickle."

He turns into a rabbit.

No rabbits! No! No rabbits! (She just read Melvina's Therapy webtoon)

"He looks like is James Hiller tried to be an elf knight."

Anything else?

"Idk he's just weird."

He's the most emo out of all of them.

"He's emo? He looks like a 'har har snicker ha' (a swashbuckler, for those who didn't grow up watching veggies hop around telling Bible stories), like Kirishima and Kaminari combined."

Showed her this Bunny Legend page

I"Oh my frick! It's a raspberry bunny! Like a raspberry bunny from Redwall! Like if Kirby ate a bunny! Oh my freaking gosh it's like if kirby ate a pokemon! Oh gosh! He's cute! I wanna read it I wanna read it I wanna read it!"

(I converted her, lol)

That mostly sums it up, but I did show her a piece of fanart, and she told me that Hyrule looks like my old OC Fitz (I might post the art one day, lol, it was terrible!), Warriors is He-Man, and Four is a blone Tarzan.

Additionally, I told her some of them were shifters, and when telling her that manga Legend becomes what is essentially a werewolf she went "Are there any vampires?"

.....

I told her Wars was the closest to a vampire, but only because @mmmwafflesart made him one.

She did like the idea of Shadow though, go fig..

(If y'all are curious I might follow this up with her thoughts on Malon and Ravio, but those were recorded and I don't think she wants that chaos soundtrack out (my hands were too busy to type at the moment))

Hope y'all enjoyed. Sorry again to the Sky and Four stans out there!

#the idiot sister #linked universe anniversary #four years old today #linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu time #lu twilight #lu warriors #lu sky #lu wild #lu four #lu hyrule #lu wind #lu legend #bunny legend my beloved!#bunny legend

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funfunfuntillmydaddy · 3 years

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Few things are better in life than the feeling of a bare cock cumming in my pussy.

Of course some guys are a bit shy when it comes to sex and fucking a girl bareback. While not common for me, especially when I’m enticing them to cheat on their girlfriends with me, every once in a while a guy insists.

And that’s what happened with Eric. Eric was one of my ‘friends’ boyfriend. They had been together for ages. He was cute but a bit shy and a bit geeky. But he had all the right attributes for me, a cute face and big hands.

What also made him adorable was how loyal he was to Hannah. My flirting can be both persistent and pretty obvious. After over a year of trying to get his attention and have some fun with him.

I was almost going to give up until one night I found myself out with a bunch of our friends including him, but not Hannah. We had started early in a bar and it had all the hallmarks of one of those marathon, multi venue nights. I locked my sights on him and made sure the guys around him kept him well lubricated with alcohol

Luckily I had dressed for the occasion with a short leather skirt and a tight white top that was just a little see thru to my lace bra.

When darkness hit and we ended up in a dance club I started my campaign in earnest. Being the shy type that he was, dancing wasn’t too much his thing. So I had to drag him on to the floor along with some others in the group.

I’m of course I woman of restraint and patience so I didn’t launch straight into the bump and grind. But I did dance with him and around him so he could get used to it. His nervousness was palpable.

Fast forward a few hours, a few venues and quite a few drinks and we ended up in one of those clubs oozing sex and all sorts of natural and synthetic chemicals. We had lost quite a few from the group. But the hardcore remained. Eric and I had become one night drunken soulmates as we took turns helping each other navigate the treacherous drunken journeys faced by any seriously intrepid bar hopper.

And now the dancing was not restrained at all. We were not just touching, we were pressed into each other. His hands were glued to my hips as I pressed one way, when spun around and pressed back into him the other. I could feel his excitement. I could feel his stiff cock. We went on and on. The dancing getting more intense and his poor balls getting bluer.

When the last ones in our group called it a night and it was just us, I decided it was time to take this to the next level. I told him we should go. He was a little surprised it was so late and it was just us. So I said we should catch one cab and since I was closer, he could drop me off first and then head home. Of course that not what I actually thought.

We found a conveniently dodgy looking taxi and climbed in. As we set off, I gave the driver a flirty look and asked if he could turn the music up. He looked back at me and grinning turned up the dance station he had on.

I told Eric that I still felt like dancing and kinda wished we were back in the club. As soon as he nodded in agreement, I shuffled over to him before I moved up and sat on his lap. I moaned softly as I felt his semi hard cock under me. Then I squirmed to the music as I rubbed myself over his lap. Similar to the club but just with some different geometry.

I saw the taxi drivers eyes in the rear view mirror and I smiled to myself. Unfortunately, of course, the change in position caused my short skirt to ride up. But not quite fully. So I helped it along with some subtle sweeps of my hands. Suddenly my skirt was totally on my hips. My ass framed by a black lace thong on display for Eric.

My face turned on an even more wicked smirk when I felt Eric’s hands move to my hips and then down to my sides, touching at least some my bare ass cheeks.

We continued for another few blocks till we got to my apartment. Now it was crunch time. I told him this area was a bit dodgy and would he mind seeing me to the door. Or he could come up and sleep on the couch if he didn’t wanna waste money on taking the cab across town, reminding him Hannah was out of state with her family.

He was all hesitant and nervous. So sweet but he couldn’t not walk with me the short distance so he went to get out and I quickly gave the driver$20 and as Eric was out the door, told him to scram. He just laughed as I got myself out and repositioned my skirt.

As we walked the short distance through the front of the building, the taxi screamed off as the driver tooted his horn. I smirked at Eric as I said it looked like he was staying here now. Of course I had no intention of him sleeping on my couch. So I decided to ramp it all up right from there.

As we stood at the entrance of my building I leaned in to him and grabbed the front of his shirt pulling him down to me as I gave him a hard kiss. He pulled back slightly but then o could feel his urges take over as he leaned in. I let my tongue dance in his mouth as the sloppy and slutty kissing continued.

After a good moment or two of this, I broke away before taking his hand and pulling him into the mid sized apartment complex. As we waited for the lift and the kissing continued. The size and layout of the complex meant it was unusual to run into other people especially at this time of night. So with the assumption of privacy I gave him a big grin as the doors closed. We only had 9 floors to go but I still managed to get to my knees and unbuckle his jeans, pull his cock from his underwear and start sucking before the doors opened.

He tried to pull away at first but was already against the wall. By the time the doors were opening though, his hands were on the back of my head, encouraging his cock into my mouth. With no urgency at all as the lift shows no sign of moving I kept sucking his cock. But then the doors closed and the lift travelled back down. As it slowed I hurriedly put his cock away while I stood up and fixed myself up.

The doors opened and a couple walked in, surprised to see us there. I smiled back at them as I pressed back into Eric. Subtext reaching behind to feel his hardness. Through his still unbuckled jeans. This time we did get out on the 9th floor as our fellow travellers continued on.

I spun around and laughed as I lead Eric to my apartment. Eric’s face looked embarrassed but he showed no sign of retreat. So I continued my assault on his morals and I lifted up my skirt again so it was back over my hips. Then as I got to my door I reached behind me and pulled him into me. I grinded back into him, unlocking the door with one hand and and pulling his cock back out with the other.

We tumbled through the door into the small apartment. The couch was right in front of us. I turned to him and offered him the couch and then after a silent pause and a wicked grin, I offered an alternative.

Adorably, he told me the couch was fine. But I just smirked as I leaned back into him and meet his mouth as we kissed. I whispered into his ear that his cock is going feel so good when it’s in my pussy. He let out an groan and then I grabbed his hand and led him to my bedroom.

Once in there I pulled his jeans all the way down, pulling his boots off and helping him out of his jeans. Then I lifted the shirt up to help him remove it. Now he was completely naked and I admired his toned body with better muscle definition than I was expecting and a nice hard cock pointing out in front.

I feel back on the bed and gave him a wink as I pulled my thong to the side. That when he killed the mood and asked if I had a condom.

That’s killed the mood in the past, but I was committed to having fun with Eric so I took it in my stride. I told him he didn’t have to cause I was on the pill but like a good little boy he insisted.

So I went into my bathroom and returned with a condom. It wasn’t something I used that often. In fact this one had expired and was also a medium sized which I didn’t think was gonna work for him. Of course, I had a pack of large ones that were brand new in my cabinet, but Eric didn’t need to know that.

I sat on the bed in front of him as I removed the condom from the wrapper and placed it over his stiff cock. I struggled to get the condom stretched over his impressive size and I could tell it was already dry and brittle. But I managed to get it two thirds of the way over his cock.

Once I begrudgingly wrapped it up I pulled him on to the bed and on his back. I straddled him and lined up my dripping pussy with the head of his cock. I lock eyes with him as I lower myself down onto him. Both of us moan as the tension of the night now focuses on his cock and my pussy. I lift up and then push down. I keep going, quickening the pace and increasing the intensity.

I keep going harder to the point where the bed starts to creak and groan. Eric’s hands make their way to my breast through my top. I pull it off to let him have a more sensory experience as I keep fucking him. He pulls my bra down exposing my breasts allowing him to aggressively fondle them.

Our combined moaning continues to crescendo as I keep fucking him. Every once and a while checking the condom to see if it has given up yet. Alas, it holds on.

Eric is getting more and more into it now. Being very active in the fucking as he thrusts his hips up to meet me. I can feel him trying to reposition himself. So I pause my assault briefly.

He moves out from under me and roughly pushes me on my back. He quickly gets in between me and puts my ankles over his shoulders. He drives his cock deep inside me and instantly restarts the hard fucking in our new position. He keeps going and going. Now his assault on my pussy becomes relentless.

His stamina holds and his nice big cock gets me close to cumming. I’m moaning in ecstasy. As he slams into me as hard as ever, I feel something different. I move my hand to the base of his cock as it slams into me to confirm. Sure enough a broken condom is now bunched up at the base of his cock. It rubs against my lips as he drives his bare cock into me. A broad smile comes across my face as a guttural moan escapes me.

I look my legs around his waist keeping him against me. I tell him that I think the condom has broke but that I’m so close to cumming I plead with him to keep going.

I see the flash of fear on his face as I tell him. He slows briefly but my pleads and moans convince him to keep going. I’m so close to cumming but need a bit more from him. My breathing is so ragged and my moaning intense. I can sense he is close to. I squeeze my pelvic muscles as much as possible to clamp his cock. He starts grunting and I feel his cock swell. I plead with him to keep fucking me and he does, with more intensity than ever. He grunts and groans loudly. We are both totally entranced.

I scream obscenities as I go over the edge. Then i feel him slam deep inside me and hold it there. My orgasm floods my body as I feel him empty himself directly into my unprotected pussy. I look at his face and smile as I see the annalistic pleasure travel through him.

We hold it there for a few moments before he pulls out and collapses next to me.

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As the light comes into my room, I slowly open my eyes. It must be mid morning. I feel Eric spooning me and I feel his cock pressing into my ass. I’m still wearing my skirt around my hubs and my bra only slightly higher up around my waist.

I get up trying not to disturb him and go and have a shower.

I’m a little bit nervous about what his more sober and stress relieved attitude will be. I decide a cooked breakfast might help him process it and recover. So I put on a short bath robe and go to the kitchen to make breakfast.

A short while later he emerges from the bedroom wearing his boxer shorts, looking sheepish. I smile at him and tell him I’ve got some bacon on the go. He walks over and stands behind me telling me how good it smells. Then he presses his body into mine.

20 seconds later he has me bent over the kitchen bench. His bare cock driving into my unprotected pussy. I smile to myself through my moaning and groaning

#cheating #impreg kink #affair #condom

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hangovercurse · 3 years

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Last Night ii// Better Sober

After a show, you and Kells finally get around to the things you wanted to do sober.

Request: “I loved the new fic ‘Last Night’, any chance you’d write a second part where they sleep together sober-ish? If so could you write reader on top riding kells in it?””I just read “last night” (colson) and now I need a smut of their first time after the hangover omg pls 🥺”

Colson X Reader

Warnings: Smut (18+), cursing

A/N: Sorry this took so long *_*

Word Count: 2577

part i

Slim and Baze were never going to let you live this down. Once you and Colson had finally built up the strength to stand up, you quickly packed the rest of your things and got on your band’s bus, ignoring the snickers coming from the older men.

“Are you sure you don’t want to ride with us, Y/N? Keep the party going?” Slim asked, jokingly. You sent them a glare as you handed your suitcase to your bus manager, who was in the process of loading everything onto the bus.

“I will end both of you.” You grumbled, walking towards the stairs to board your bus.

Baze laughed, “we’re only joking. We all knew it’d happen eventually.” His dramatic smile combined with your pounding headache and nausea made for a very annoyed Y/N.

“I will say this once, and then never again. Either of you bring this shit up again, I’ll kill you.” You jabbed two fingers towards them. “Now I’m going to take a nap in my bed, on my bus.”

You walked up the stairs, your bandmates giving you puzzled looks as Slim called “love you too, kid!” You threw yourself into your bunk, not even bothering an explanation to your bandmates, the only thing on your mind was sleep.

Not 2 minutes after you’d closed the curtain to shield you from the outside world did it open again. You were laying on your side, back to the curtain to be as comfortable as possible. When the light from the hallway flooded into your bunk, you pretended to be asleep, hoping whoever it was would just go away.

You had no such luck, as seconds later the mystery person was climbing into your bunk, lying beside you. Curious, you turned to see who it was, though you could make an assumption. Finding the sleepy face of none other than Colson Baker, you smiled, turning to lay facing him.

“Your bus is quieter than mine.” He mumbled, wrapping his arms around you, and pulling you closer to him. “And I like sleeping with you better than sleeping alone.”

You shifted so that he could lay further away from the edge, resting your head on his shoulder, and laying an arm across his stomach. “I don’t mind.” You whispered, eyes closing slowly, “But as soon as we leave this bunk, we’re gonna have a million questions.”

Colson shrugged sleepily, moving your head with his motion. He mumbled something that sounded vaguely like “eh, fuck em” but you were already slipping away from consciousness.

The show you played that next night was arguably one of your best, probably due to the fact that Colson was watching you from the side of the stage the entire time. You tried to keep yourself from glancing over at him every few minutes, but between the adrenaline from the show, the smirk on his face, and the fact that you were wearing his shirt made that impossible.

You were sure fans would notice the familiar “Lace Up” shirt, but Colson claimed he “didn’t give a fuck” and he wanted to watch you play while wearing his clothes. You had no problem with it, enjoying the fact that he wanted everyone to know that you were his.

Once your set had finished and you’d thanked the audience, you ran off stage, your concert high rushing through your veins. Colson was getting ready to go on stage, so you figured you’d let him be until after the show.

As you and your drummer walked towards the greenroom, bouncing off each other’s energies, you were snatched away by a set of tattooed hands. “I’m borrowing her for a second.”

You giggled as Colson pulled you behind a cluster of cases, lips finding yours immediately. Your hands wrapped around his neck, pulling you up closer to him. “God you are so fuckin’ hot” he mumbled against your lips.

“Don’t you have a show to go do?” You asked, a smirk on your lips.

He rolled his eyes and kissed you again. “You’re gonna watch, right?”

You chuckle lightly, “of course I’m watching. I was gonna go freshen up a little bit because I am soaked in sweat though.” As you spoke his lips travelled to your jawline, kissing up towards your ear. “You’re gonna be late if you don’t stop.” You told him, leaning your head to give him better access to your skin.

“We’ll finish this later.” Though the words came out in a whisper, there was clear dominance in his voice, making you smirk slyly. He moved away from you, hands lingering on your waist. “Keep that shirt on” he mouthed to you as he joined his band, putting his ears in.

You gave him a thumbs up, walking towards your dressing room to clean up as much as possible. The shirt you were wearing was drenched in sweat, but Kells had demanded you keep it on, much to your dismay.

Every time Colson looked side stage, you were standing there, watching him perform. You couldn’t see it, but the hungry look in your eyes had more of an effect on him than playing the set did. All he was thinking about anytime he found your eyes was dragging you to the hotel and fucking the life out of you.

And that’s pretty much the situation you found yourselves in, making out in the backseat of an uber on your way to the hotel. You barely made it through the lobby and into the elevator without his lips on yours, almost too intoxicated by them to care.

When you finally did get to the hotel room, Colson’s lips latched onto yours, pressing you up against the door. You moaned lightly as his teeth grazed over your bottom lip, the sound bringing a smirk to his face.

“Every time I looked over and saw you watching me, all I could think about was fucking you in this goddamn shirt.” When he spoke, his voice came out dark and dangerous, sending chills through your body. His hands moved underneath the shirt you were wearing, cupping your boobs as he reattached your lips.

You gasped as his cold hands made contact with your nipples, massaging them gently. “No bra?” He asked against your mouth, smirking.

“Figured it would make this a little easier.” You said before kissing him again. He hummed approval and continued to fondle your tits. The hands you had placed around his neck pulled lightly at the hair near his neck from pleasure.

His hands moved down your waist until they reached your ass, squeezing the skin through your shorts. He pulled you towards the bed, lips still locked on yours. Taking some initiative, you pushed him down onto the bed, pulling your shorts down to expose your underwear.

Colson threw his shirt off, exposing his infamous tattooed torso. You reached for the hem of the shirt you were wearing, but Colson stopped you. “Keep it on. I wanna think about this every time I see that fucking shirt.”

You let out a slight laugh, “the fucking shirt.” Colson rolled his eyes, pulling you by the elastic of your panties towards him. His hands went to your thighs, pulling them so that you were sitting on his lap, one knee on either side of his torso.

“You’re really lame, you know that?” He asked as you rested your arms on his shoulders. You bit your lip and nodded, pressing your hips further into his lap. His hands ran up the sides of your thighs and to your waist, pausing briefly to squeeze your ass. “It’s kinda hot though.” He mumbled, guiding your hips to roll onto his.

You leaned in, pressing your lips against his in a needy, passionate kiss. You continued to grind against his clothed hips, hands moving to run up and down his abdomen, taking in the muscle under your fingers.

Colson finally got impatient and pulled away from your kiss, gently moving you off of him and standing up. You gave him a confused frown, wondering if you’d done something wrong. Your silent question was answered when he pulled down his pants, leaving him in only his boxers.

The outline of his length through the thin material almost had you drooling. The wetness that had been between your legs since you’d put on his shirt made a reappearance. He turned around and shuffled through his bag, pulling out a foil packet and tossing it on the bedside drawers. “So we don’t forget.” He smiled, hands moving around your waist. His lips met yours briefly, but you had decided you wanted something else. You pulled away, pressing kisses to his jaw instead, travelling down to his neck.

The man chuckled as you took control, your lips finding their way to his collarbone and sucking on the skin between his tattoos, hoping to leave a mark. You continued your trek down his body, stopping just above his waistband to lick the three red X’s that lay on his skin. He threw his head back, “you are going to be the death of me.”

You looked up at him with a hum of agreement, your fingers grasping the waistband of his underwear and pulling them down to expose his hard member. He took in a sharp breath as you lightly stroked his length with your fingertips. Your tongue slipped out from between your teeth to lightly lick his tip, swirling around it. Colson’s grasped your hair, forcing you to look up to him, “don’t be a fucking tease.”

His voice was forceful, demanding. You obeyed willingly, wrapping your lips around his shaft, sucking gently. You heard the man let out a quiet moan of pleasure, encouraging you to take more of him into your mouth. What you couldn’t fit you jerked with your hand, Colson’s hand wrapping tighter into your hair as you did so.

You picked up your pace, eyes flicking up to take in his look of pleasure every so often. His moans were a music to your ears, the thrusts of his hips a work of art. “You feel so good, baby,” his husky voice flooded the room, “touch yourself for me.”

Using the hand that wasn’t pumping his cock to trail down to your panties, you moved them to the side and swiped across your slit. You hummed around his member, his hips jerking into you. “I bet you’re fucking soaked, aren’t you?”

You hummed again in agreement, one finger dipping into your heat, slowly spreading yourself out. Colson yanked your head back, making you look up at him again. “Use your words.”

“So wet for you.” You moaned, adding a second finger into yourself. Colson smirked at your confession, guiding your lips back onto his cock. Your pumps got faster, as did your sucking. The hand on your head pushed you further onto his length, speeding up your pace.

When you felt yourself nearing your release, Colson pulled your head off his member, cradling your face in his hands. He pulled you up lightly, your fingers removing themselves from you. He took your hand and guided it to his lips, sucking your juices off your fingers.

You reached over to the table, grabbing the condom. Your hands moved up Colson’s chest, exploring the skin. He leaned in and pressed a deep kiss to your lips, hands grabbing your waist and pulling you closer to him. You let him pull your underwear down your legs and took advantage of his momentary distraction.

As soon as he stood back up, you turned the two of you around, pushing him down onto the bed. “Oh hell no.” He said, sitting up to try and pull you onto the bed with him.

You gave him puppy dog eyes, toying with the condom wrapper in your hand. “What’s wrong, intimidated by a girl being on top?”

He chuckled, “you think you’re so tough, huh?” You nodded, moving to kneel at the foot of the bed, crawling up his body. “Don’t complain when you get tired.” He leaned back, arms resting behind his head to show he wasn’t going to help you.

“I think you’re scared of not being in control.” You whispered, landing in the position you had been working towards.

Colson scoffed, “I can still be in control from here.” You raised an eyebrow at him, hand reaching out to stroke his length. He tried to bite down his groans, but you knew they were there.

You rolled the condom onto his member, taking in the sight of him below you. “You were saying?” You shifted so that your body hovered above him, lining him up to your entrance. Slowly, you sank down onto him, both of you letting out synchronous moans of pleasure.

His hands moved to your thighs, rubbing up and down the skin. You allowed yourself to adjust before pushing yourself up with your knees and then sinking back down onto his cock. His grip tightened as you moved, trying not to guide you.

You sprawled your hands on his chest, watching his expression as you rode him. You swiveled your hips every once in a while, just to hear his moans. “Fuck.” He growled when you began to move faster, his length filling you up.

Colson’s grasp on your thighs began to lead you up and down, his hips thrusting to meet yours. He was right about one thing; he could still be in control from underneath you. You let out a whine every time he hit the right spot inside of you, your sounds filling the room.

“Fuck baby, you look so good,” he moaned out, looking up to you with your head thrown back and eyes closed in pleasure. “Getting fucked in my T-shirt. Want everyone to know you’re mine.”

You smirked at his words, “I’m all yours,” you whined out, the movement of your hips getting sloppier. One of his hands moved to your clit, rubbing circles onto the bundle of nerves. “Ah, fuck.” You moaned, hips bucking onto his further.

After a few more pumps you were at the edge of bliss, so close to falling off. You could tell Colson was close, his thrusts getting sloppy and his tip twitching inside of you. “You gonna cum, baby?” He whispered; eyes shut in pleasure. You hummed out a response, too indulged in the pleasure that you were so close to.

“Mm, cum around my cock, baby.” His fingers on your clit picked up pace, sending you diving over the cliff and into a pool of euphoria. Electricity spread through your body as your high washed over you. Colson continued thrusting into you, his orgasm following yours. You rode them out together, breaths heavy.

Once his thrusts slowed to a stop you lifted yourself off of his member and fell down beside him. He turned onto his side, eyes wandering your body. “You’re so beautiful.” His voice was breathy and tired, but one of the best sounds you’d ever hear.

You looked up to him, a small smile playing on your face. “Shut up.” You giggled, pushing him back down onto his back. He chuckled, standing up to dispose of the condom before climbing back onto the bed next to you, this time pulling you into his arms. His back leaned against the headboard, arm wrapped around you, with your head laying on his chest.

“Better sober?” You asked with a small chuckle.

“Better sober.”

#mgk #mgk imagine #mgk fluff #mgk x reader #mgk smut #machine gun kelly #machine gun kelly imagine #machine gun kelly smut #colson baker #colson baker imagine #colson x reader #colson baker fluff #colson baker x reader #colson baker smut

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salemwitchezz · 3 years

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Could you do a continuation of "- getting misa to realize light doesn’t love her HCs"? Keep up the good work!

— getting misa to realize light doesn’t love her HCs (2)

part one

pairing: misa amane x female!reader

warnings: none really, just fluff <3.

a/n: thank you for the feedback! this took a little while only because i was busy for a few days, i wasn’t planning on doing a part two so i’m sorry if this is a little crappy :/. i hope you liked it though, @tokenlasagna!

gif is not mine. credit goes to owner.

if you were being honest, you weren’t surprised when misa told you light was kira.

in fact, you were kinda betting on it ever since L made the assumption, he did seem a bit suspicious— even you saw it.

but you couldn’t help feel a little betrayed.

after you had gotten misa to calm down at your apartment and make her some tea in the process, you sat the two of you down and told her that you needed to know everything that had been going on.

and misa did tell you everything, including information on the second kira— to which she gave herself up as the culprit.

but you weren’t surprised at this either, you had already connected the dots and figured she would have some entanglements with light’s schemes.

but you would make sure nothing happened to her, it wasn’t her fault that she had been tied into this situation.

i mean, maybe a little.. but you didn’t want to tell her that.

you assured her protection, from anyone and everyone.

and when the time came to devise a plan, you would be prepared to back up everything.

after contacting L and having you and misa tell him everything, a trap was set for light.

you didn’t forget to mention that light is the one who manipulate misa into doing his dirty work for him.

she would still have to face some consequences, but it was better than being thrown in jail and being put on the death sentence.

fortunately, the scheme in catching light by surprise went as planned even if there were a few errors here and there since he had found a way around a few things.

light had shown his true colors after he was caught red-handed, it was confirmed he was kira and he was thrown behind bars.

you thought everything would be fixed and would go back to the way it was in a world without kira.

but, with everything that went down, it took a toll on misa.

the man she loved and dedicated herself to had thrown her away and left her broken on the street, and on top of that, he was caught and she would probably never see him again.

you thought she wanted this, even she thought she wanted this. and she did, but when it came to it actually happening, it was a whole different story.

eventually, she had no other choice to get over it. but she wasn’t alone, you were always there for her.

you had spent a lot more time with her, and most of it was to make up for the time you lost.

in result, misa ended up getting closer to you. closer than she’s ever been with anybody. it wasn’t the same as it was with light, misa felt like she could actually be open around you without getting her head bit off.

in fact, she ended up getting so much more attached to you, she had started developing feelings that she didn’t even know were there.

like light, she got butterflies every time she saw your face, but it was even more intense.

misa had figured out her emotions not long after, but she didn’t want to go through the same situation as she did with light.

but she knew you wouldn’t do that to her, you were different. she could see that for herself.

“y/n?” the blonde girl squeaked, lifting her head from where she had her face buried in your stomach.

“hmm?” you hummed in response, glancing down at her and taking notice that her tank top’s spaghetti strap had fallen from her shoulder. hooking one finger around it, you pulled it back over her shoulder before focusing back on the blonde and her sweet brown eyes.

it was a ridiculously hot summer in japan. both you and misa were dressed in tanks tops and shorts, the slider door to your apartment’s balcony had been wide open, allowing the air to come in since the conditioning in your apartment building wasn’t cool enough.

you two were usually like this, when she was on top on you— on the couch preferably, usually taking a nap or watching a movie. she liked being close to you, and it only fed your love for her since you absolutely adored the girl.

“you know, i never really got to thank you.” misa’s honey sweet voice snapped you out of your thoughts, and you tilted your head. “for what, misa?”

“for helping me— you know.. see the truth with light and everything. i wouldn’t have listened to anybody else, i didn’t even listen to you at first.”

you chuckled, resting your head back down on the armrest of the couch, “yeah, you are a bit hard-headed. but your safe now, that’s all that matters.”

misa pursed her lips and laid her head back down on your stomach, “yeah, i know. but, i should have listened earlier.”

you furrowed your eyebrows and took a deep breath, placing a hand on top of misa’s blonde hair to pet it. “it doesn’t matter now, misa, it’s over. you need to stop thinking about it.”

misa frowned to herself, she knew she should have been happy with the outcome of everything— but she just wasn’t satisfied with the way she made you worry for her over the last few years.

“but i can’t, i hurt you. i’ll never forgive myself for that.”

you scoffed, “who cares about about how i feel—“

“i care about how you feel, y/n!” the way misa shot her head up and the defensiveness in her tone had taken you aback, and you propped yourself up on your elbows so that you could meet her eyes properly.

you blinked at her slowly, “i— i know that, misa.. um, what’s gotten into you?”

misa let’s her head hang with her arms still on either side of you, you heard her take in a deep breath. “i really like you, y/n— in more ways than you know.”

your heartbeat picked up, and you moved her strands of hair out of the way so she got the hint to look up at you. “i think i know.”

with that, the blonde girl shot forward and captured your lips in a kiss. it caught you by surprise, and your heart beat at an inhumanly fast pace. you eased into it, placing both of your hands on her cheeks tenderly to deepen the kiss.

it was short and sweet, and you were certain you were as red as a tomato when she pulled back to look at your face with a nervous smile.

you mirrored her expression and sighed contently, “you have no idea how long i’ve waited for that.”

misa’s nervous smile turned bashful, relieved at your positive reaction instead of the opposite that would serve you both an awkward situation.

leaning in closer to your face, misa whispered, “it should have happened sooner.”

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