#if you asked to be tagged in part 2 i'm very sorry i haven't done that

[smeddiemunson]

(part 1 here)

After they narrowly escape being fucked up by what Eddie had planned for them (a goblin ambush they were completely underprepared for), the Hellfire members took their sweet time in clearing up after themselves; an unspoken agreement between the older members to hang around long enough to see just how Eddie behaves around Steve.

Gareth didn’t think Dustin had figured it out. He just connected dots he doesn’t know are on the same playing board, Eddie’s mystery crush and Steve’s favourite song nothing more than a coincidence. Or at least Gareth hoped that’s how it’s playing out, he knew it took a lot, more than his posturing would ever imply, for Eddie to reveal his big secret to the band. He didn’t want Eddie to have to confront that again until he felt ready, even if it is just to some kids.

Jeff was kneeling on the floor, reaching under the table where he pretended to drop a bag of dice when Steve began to make his way down the stairs.

Over his shoulder he called out, “Thank you, Mrs Wheeler!”

Jeff didn’t see the way Eddie perked up just at the sound of his voice, but Gareth and Grant certainly did.

“Are you flirting with Mrs Wheeler again, Stevie?” Eddie teased, ignoring the way Mike retched and groaned about it being gross.

‘Stevie?’ Gareth mouthed to Grant, who just shrugged. Nicknames are a dime a dozen when Eddie decides he likes a person. Gareth had been Gare-Bear for as long as he’d known him, Jeff was Jeffy, and Grant got to be ad-Grant-age. Stevie was a bit different, Stevie was close, affectionate in a way that the nicknames that usually spilled from Eddie’s lips weren’t.

This was maybe worse than they thought.

The last crush Eddie had was there and gone almost in a blink of an eye. Connor from his home room who doodled stick figure drawings of their teachers to pass to Eddie every morning until the jocks got to him and Eddie was cast aside again. But for two precious weeks, Eddie was happy, nice, and didn’t freak when Grant snapped a guitar string that meant they couldn’t practise until he got his hands on a replacement.

This was wholly different. Steve didn’t even bat an eyelash at the affectionate tone, in fact, Gareth thought he saw a faint pinkness colour his cheeks; though he didn’t know if it was just the heat of the basement that did it.

“Convincing her you haven’t yet corrupted her children more like,” Steve laughed.

Jeff, who had now appeared from under the table, made a half aborted motion towards Mike that only Gareth and Grant could see from their side of the table. There was no question that Eddie had sunk his claws into Wheeler and the boy was fully corrupted. If they didn’t know better, they could’ve confused Mike for Eddie’s brother, the resemblance now so uncanny.

Eddie smiled. A real one that took up his whole face and made his eyes sparkle.

Definitely worse than they thought.

Steve turned to the kids. “Henderson, you’re with me. Byers you’re with Eddie. Sinclair, I trust you can walk next door without supervision?” He glanced at his watch while Lucas nodded as if this weren’t the first time he’d been questioned in such a way. “And we’ve got thirty minutes until curfew so get moving.”

The kids, naturally grumbled but they didn’t argue, which was yet another weird thing for the Corroded Coffin boys to experience. Those kids argued with everything.

“Oh hey, Ed, Argyle is getting in late Friday night so pool party at mine on Saturday. You in?” Steve dug his hands into the front pockets of his jeans, trying to act casual, as if he didn’t care about Eddie’s answer. But it was clear as day to Gareth, who didn’t even know him, that Steve really really cared.

Eddie’s face fell. “Sorry, band practice on Saturday. We’ve got a show coming up so…”

Gareth jumped in before he had to watch either of them start crying. “You can go after, Eddie. My mom’ll kill me if we spend all day in the garage anyway.”

Steve’s face lit up like it was Christmas morning.

Now Gareth couldn’t be certain, he wasn’t certain about anything in his life except for his love of Iron Maiden and the reality that he was never leaving Hawkins, but he was fairly sure Steve Harrington might just return Eddie’s feelings.

“Awesome! Hey, you guys should come too! It’s only gonna be a small thing: me, Robin, Nancy, Jonathan and his friend Argyle.”

“Um, thanks, but—“ Jeff cut off in his refusal with a groan as Gareth and Grant not so subtly dug their elbows into his stomach.

They were going to have to spend more time in the orbit of Eddie-and-Steve if Gareth was going to be able to figure out if feelings were a two way street. He wasn’t super excited about the prospect of spending all afternoon playing nice with rich kids, but he’d done worse things for the sake of making Eddie happy. He could do this as well.

“We’d love to!” Grant filled in a little too excitedly. Gareth shot him a look that hopefully conveyed his need to calm down.

“Where do you live?”

Steve smiled. “Teddy knows, he’s been enough times. Oh and you’re welcome to crash after, if you want. There’s enough space.”

“Teddy,” Gareth echoed. They all knew about Eddie’s mom’s nickname for him. Eddie’s dead mom’s nickname for him, and the way he never wanted a reminder.

Steve laughed. “Yeah because he’s just so cuddle-able!”

Eddie, through clenched teeth and a bright red blush, hissed. “Shut up.”

Oh and his eyes pleaded with Gareth to let it go, that they wouldn’t talk about it later.

Clue 5. Eddie was completely aware of how smitten he was.

“We’ll be there, Harrington,” Gareth said, the finality on the matter that Jeff would be arguing with him about later.

Steve smiled so wide it was almost blinding. He left with a squeeze to Eddie’s shoulder, hand lingering longer than necessary, and Dustin moaning about why the kids hadn’t been invited to a pool party.

There were two things Gareth knew for sure. One: Eddie wasn’t just crushing on Steve Harrington, he was well on his way to being in love with him. Two: Steve was either just the chillest guy alive (unlikely) or he returned Eddie’s feelings.

Either way, Gareth had some meddling to do.

(part 3)

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #my fic #gareth emerson #corroded coffin #this is getting away from me #if you asked to be tagged in part 2 i'm very sorry i haven't done that #it was really hard to keep track of and i didn't want to accidentally leave someone out

[joonsmagicshop]

Stress Relief Series Part 3- JJK

 Summary: A couple weeks ago Taehyung asked a favor. For you to have sex with his bandmates to relieve some tension and stress. How can you say no to that

Paring: Jungkook/Reader

Rating: 18+/M

Word Count: 5K

Tags: Smut, Dom Jungkook, hair pulling, cock sucking, fingering, eating out, denied orgasm, degrading name calling.

Authors Note: This is part three of stress relief. Boy did I have fun with this one. Thank you to everyone who is reading this series I very much appreciate it.

Part 1 (intro)

Part 2

Your phone buzzing on your bedside table woke you out of a deep sleep. No one ever texted you this late, let alone called you and you fumbled in the dark to reach for your device feeling disoriented and slightly panicked as you finally grasped it, and without even looking at the display you answered the call.

“Hello?” You said trying to keep the phone against your ear as you sat up to turn on your bedside light.

“Um Hi.” Came an unfamiliar deep male voice.

You froze, hand on the phone as you tried to figure out who the heck was calling you.

“Um, who is this?” You asked as you finally flicked on the light to bathe the room in a soft yellow glow.

“It's um…Jungkook. Did I call at a bad time?”

Jungkook?

Wait…what?

You sat up straighter and tried to smooth down your hair as if he could somehow see you through the phone.

“Um hey? Sorry, I just… What's up?” You said trying to orient yourself to what the hell was going on as the numbers on your alarm clock changed to midnight.

“Um, not much. Are you sure you're okay?” He asked as you could hear his voice echoing through what sounded like an empty parking garage.

“Yeah, I just… You woke me up that's all.” You admitted biting your lip.

“I did? Wait? Oh fuck.” He said, which made you giggle. He must have just realized the time and you could hear shuffling and cursing on the other end.

“I'm so sorry we just got done dance practice and it was…well something… and I didn't even check the time I just called wow I am so sorry.” He said in a rushed apology.

“It's okay. Really.” You assure him as you kick the covers off your body, suddenly feeling hot knowing the reason he was calling.

“I am so sorry for real. Today was just a really bad day.” He says with a pause as you lift an eyebrow. You know what he is hinting at which makes you grin.

“Yeah. Do you need to come over? Maybe let me… help you out.” You purr as you can hear him groan on the other end.

“Yeah, please. Fuck. Hobi was on my ass all day and I could really use some help. As long as it's not too late for you.” He says.

It was already past midnight and you knew you had an early work day tomorrow. The reasonable part of your brain told you to tell him that it can wait until tomorrow and you could be well rested for the upcoming day. After all, Jimin had just come over two nights ago.

The words that came out of your mouth were a different story though.

“I'm sure you know the address?” You whisper already getting out of bed and trying to clean up the place a bit.

“I do. As long as you don't mind that it's kinda late. I have my motorcycle so I can be there pretty quick.” He says and the image of him driving through the dark city on a bike to get to your place is so hot it makes you gasp.

You hear him chuckle through the phone and you steady yourself.

“As long as you don't mind I'm in the clothes I sleep in.” You tease as you make your way to the kitchen and flick on the light.

“Mmm and what kind of clothes do you sleep in beautiful.” He coos. You grip the kitchen counter and bite your lip.

He was good.

Too good.

“Well, why don't you come over and find out Kook? I'll give you a hint though. It's not much clothing.” You admit as you hear him groan and you giggle as your stomach flips.

“God this is so fucking hot already. I haven't even met you and you're already making me hard.” He says lowly.

You feel your stomach turn at that little fact.

“Yeah. You like it when I talk dirty?” You say already feeling your body heat up under your too-big tee shirt and black booty shorts.

“And here I was thinking I'd be the dominant one tonight,” Jungkook responds as you can hear some shuffling around on his end.

“I mean if you want to be dominant you can be. Nothing stopping you. I don't mind.” You hold your breath as you wait for his reply.

“Today was a pretty rough day. I wouldn't mind taking some frustration out.” He says in a low voice that sends shivers down your spine.

“Then do it. Come over.” You respond feeling your core aching already.

“Fuck your perfect. Okay, I'm leaving now. I'm maybe Fifteen minutes away.” He says as you can hear his bike roar to life.

“Drive safe!” You yell over the bike's noise as the line goes dead.

You stared at the city below as you waited for him, keeping an eye out for a black motorcycle among the Sunday night traffic but your gaze kept flicking upward to the almost cloudless sky and the stars that were peaking out against the beautiful black backdrop.

Exactly fifteen minutes later you hear the distinct knocks at the door which sent your heart racing as you walked over to answer it.

When you opened the door he was standing there, in black jeans with a black unzipped motorcycle jacket over top. His hair was a stylish mess and he was nipping softly at his lip ring as you stepped aside so you could let him through.

He shucked off his jacket to reveal a tight black tee shirt underneath and he put his helmet on the floor by his shoes.

You stared at him in awe. The pictures you had seen of him over the years didn't do him justice. He was absolutely stunning in person and when he shot you his signature bunny smile with his nose scrunch you swore you could have died happy right there.

“Hi.” He said softly as you watched his doe eyes trail from your toes to your head.

You kept on what you had worn to bed and suddenly felt shy under his piercing gaze. His pink tongue darted out to lick at his lips and you squirmed.

“Hi.” You said back to him.

You both stood still sizing each other up, time seemed to stand still as well as neither of you made a move.

“God you're…wow.” He said, finally breaking the silence which made you blush and shift on the spot.

“Well thank you. You are pretty wow yourself.” You teased as he grinned and you reached out a hand. He took it and you slowly led him through your apartment to your bedroom.

As Jungkook crossed the threshold you let go of his hand and waited as his eyes shifted around taking in your bedroom.

He finally stopped gazing around and his eyes fell on yours once more, the air was thick with tension and you felt goosebumps rise on your skin as you stepped towards him.

You laced your arms around his shoulders and you looked up into those beautiful doe eyes.

“Heard you had a rough day?” You said softly as his gaze dropped to your lips.

You smirked.

“Yeah.” He muttered biting his lip as he stared at you.

Your hands carded through the soft hairs at the nape of his neck and Jungkook melted into your touch.

“Wanna take your bad day out on me? Take out all that frustration” You asked keeping your voice low as you stood closer to him and continued to play with his hair.

You could tell he was nervous so you did your best to ease him into it, make him feel comfortable, making him feel like whatever he wanted to do was allowed.

“Fuck. Yes, please. I want to….be a little rough with you if that's okay. ” He almost choked out as you pressed a soft kiss against his jawline, his eyes fluttering closed at the sensation of your warm lips against his cold skin.

It was still a little too early to bring out his motorcycle but he just couldn't wait any longer. The boys had advised him against it saying he could not afford to get a cold before the tour but Jungkook had missed riding so much he said screw it and took it out a couple of days ago.

He will admit, that the ride tonight was chilly, it didn't help he was going over the speed limit rushing to get to you.

Jimin hadn't said a word when he came into the dance studio a couple of days ago but by the subtle nod he gave Taehyung and the silly grin he wore on his face Jungkook knew what had happened.

And there was just something about the choreography that was giving Jungkook, who is usually good at everything, a really hard time.

So after Hobi scolded him for the sixth time today he decided tonight would be the night.

He did feel bad for reaching out to you so late but Hobi was getting on his last nerve and he could feel frustration brewing deep inside of him and he didn't want to say something he would regret.

He loved Hobi, he loved all the guys, but something about this dance was just not clicking with his brain and it was making him frustrated and annoyed.

“You okay?” Your soft voice brought him back as he stared at you.

“Yeah, I just. Sorry, I was thinking about today.” Jungkook said as you slowly spun him around and backed him up until his legs hit the bed.

You slowly placed a hand on his chest and pushed him down so he was lying flat. Without a word, you climbed on the bed and straddled his jean-clad thighs shivering at the feeling of his jeans against your bare skin.

He sat up to wrap his arms around you as you pressed soft kisses to his cheeks and jawline. Peppering them slowly and taking in the scent of his skin.

Your hands worked under his tight tee shirt as you ran them up and down his toned torso. Jungkook let out a sigh as you continued to kiss down his neck sucking lightly as you went.

But something was wrong.

Jungkook wasn't doing anything. At all.

His hands remained on your hips holding you steady. No moans or sighs were leaving his mouth instead his eyes were closed and his brows were furrowed as if he was trying to remember something.

You pulled back and he opened his eyes.

“Jungkook? You okay?” You asked scooting back on his lap and staring into his eyes.

“Yeah, I just. Fuck Y/N I'm so sorry. I'm still thinking about today and how I just can't get this dance right and how Hobi kept getting mad at me.” He said hanging his head.

Your heart ached for him. You knew Jungkook was too much in his head to enjoy himself. That he was having a hard time letting go of what happened today.

He was a perfectionist at heart and you knew he worked hard, they all did, which was why you agreed to this in the first place.

“Do you want to just hang out? We don't have to do anything if you don't want to.” You say softly cupping his face and running your thumbs along the apples of his cheeks.

He pushes his face into your shoulder as you stroke his hair.

“I want to. Fuck Y/N I want to so bad you're so fucking hot and I'm so pent up I just can't stop thinking about today. I'm so damn trustfrat- no frustrated.” He corrects which has a smile tugging at your lips.

You knew what Jungkook wanted. He wanted to be a little rough and finally have control. He was just having a hard time getting into that head space so you decided to help him.

“It's okay Jungkook. It's not your fault Hobi is pretty good at a lot of things. I mean he's a great dancer, he's really pretty, and he has nice fingers long and so delicate. I'd imagine he would be a good fuck too.” You say ticking off your fingers as you list all the things you imagine Hobi is good at.

You knew you were riling Jungkook up which would hopefully get him out of his head.

He stared at you, mouth parted as you smiled down at him, hands tangled in his hair as you slowly played with it.

“You think he's a good fuck?” Jungkook asks, his voice dangerously low which makes goosebumps break out on your arms and legs.

“I mean I wouldn't know, but I'd imagine he would be.” You tease as you stare down at him, seeing him get madder by the minute.

“You think he's a better fuck than me? Just like he's a better dancer than me?” He asks voice lower and tongue nibbling at his lip ring again.

You didn't want to hurt his feelings, you really didn't. You also didn't want to say the wrong thing so you simply shrugged.

Which set Jungkook off.

He pushed you off his lap in one swoop and spun you around to pin you to the bed.

You gasped when you felt his hands grab your arms roughly and shove them against your back, pushing your face into the mattress as his body caged yours, breath fanning over your cheeks as you squirmed under him.

“You're such a fucking brat you know. Do you think Hobi is a better fuck than me? A better dancer than me? I'll ruin you so when Hobi does get his chance with you it won't even compare.” Jungkook growled low in your ear as he pressed his warm body into yours.

You whimpered under him as he released one arm to grab at your chest and pull your body up so you were pressed flat against him.

His breath was ragged in your ear as he let go of your arms, keeping one hand pinned to your chest and the other hand playing with the hem of your big tee shirt.

His fingers slowly slipped under the shirt and you gasped when they made contact with your warm skin. His hands were calloused and cold as he traced an invisible line up your thigh. His fingers trailed up up up, thumb flicking over your hipbone which caused you to jolt against him.

“Jungkook. Please.” You said barely above a whisper as you felt your core throb with a need so severe you almost cried out.

“Please what?” He asks darkly as his hand finds its way up your stomach and to the underside of your breast. He softly groans when his thumb flicks over the sensitive nipple and you moan out still caged against his body.

“Please touch me.” You plea feeling his hard cock press against your back. You try to shift your hips back to grind against him but he pushes out his knee stopping you from getting any closer.

“I am touching you.” He teases as his hand comes to squeeze at your breast and his lips descend upon your neck as he starts to kiss and bite at the skin.

Sweet moans leave your lips as Jungkook works both your breasts in his hand. Alternating between left and right, keeping you pinned against him with his other hand pressed firmly against your collarbone as you whine and cry out.

“Mm, you sound so sweet.” He coos as he releases his hold on you and flips you around so you are facing him, you shrink under his dark gaze as he puts a hand on your shoulder and forces you to the ground.

The second your knees hit the floor he is already tugging your hair back and you know what he wants.

Even in the low light of your bedroom lamp, you can see the hard strain of his cock in his jeans and your hands come up to fumble with the button and zipper.

You are quick to get them undone and pull his pants and boxers down. His hard cock spring free and slaps against his stomach. It's long and veiny and the head is stained a pretty red color that has your mouth watering and your core throbbing.

“Your going to suck my cock like a good girl got it. Then I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll forget your own name.” He promises as your tongue darts out and you lick at the precum which is oozing out of the head of his cock.

“And no hands. You're going to use your mouth only and suck me off.” He says which has your hands staying pinned at the side of your body as you suck his cock head into your mouth.

He lets out a loud groan above you as you suck him. Hallowing out your cheeks, you flick your wet tongue over the head making his legs slightly shake. His precum is salty in your mouth and you widen your jaw more as you take him down inch by inch.

His hands are tightening in your hair and you feel tears pool in your eyes as your nose finally hits his trimmed pubes.

Jungkook is moaning above you and you gag on his cock, trying to relax your throat as much as you can as you swallow around him.

“Shit” He cries above you as you stay right where you are. Breathing deep through your nose and fighting every instinct in your body that's telling you to pull off and get some air.

His hands tighten in your hair and he forcefully pulls you off his cock.

You gag as it slips out of your mouth and you look up at him.

His cock is wet with your saliva and hanging right in front of your face. You move towards it to suck him off again but he pulls you back by your hair forcefully, just that action alone has your scalp stinging and your pussy throbbing.

“You're too good at that.” He admits as he helps you to your feet and you grimace slightly when you can feel the amount of wetness that was pooling between your legs. You were surprised you didn't leak through your shorts.

“Take off your clothes. Now.” He demands as you scramble to pull your shirt over your head and your shorts down at the same time.

Your body was thrumming with need as you stood fully naked in front of him.

“Still think Hobi would be a better fuck than me?” He asks with a tilt of his eyebrow, challenging you to say the wrong thing.

You shiver.

“Still not sure about Hobi. Taehyung however…” You said with a smile as Jungkook frowned and grabbed at your wrists again. You smirked when he threw you down on the bed and crawled up to meet you. His body between your legs his eyes dark and locked on yours.

You felt caged and trapped but in the best way.

This man was about to wreck you

and you couldn't wait.

“What am I going to do with you? I tried to shut you up with my cock down your throat and that didn't seem to work out too well because you're still acting like a fucking brat.” He says as he places both his hands against either side of your head caging you in and pressing his naked body against yours.

His cock curves up against your stomach and you moan.

“Maybe you should finally fuck me. Or do I have to wait for Hobi-Hyung?” You taunt shifting your hips and trying to get his cock head closer to your leaking core.

“Nah I'm gonna tease you and edge you until you beg to be fucked by my cock and my cock only. Then I'm going to fuck you so hard it will ruin anyone else fucking you for the rest of your life. Got it?” He asks.

Swiftly he moves down the bed and to the floor as he throws your legs over his shoulders. You gasp when he wastes no time and plunges his tongue into your wet core.

Your whole body arches off the bed as he smacks a tattooed hand down on your hips to stop you from thrashing under him as he licks and sucks at your pussy.

Your hands are gripping the sheets as you force yourself to keep your eyes open as you stare at his mop of black hair in between your legs. His tongue licks at your folds in a way that has your legs shaking and you can feel your body start to spasm at his movements.

Your orgasm approaches fast and you are a whining squirming mess as you try desperately to push your core closer to his mouth, to get him deeper, to get him to dull the ache that has been between your legs since he walked through the front door.

“Jungkook pl-please.” You whine above him feeling your orgasm approaching quickly. You want to cry when he pulls away and stares at you darkly. His tongue darted out to lick at your wetness coating his lips.

“Fuck!” You yell out frustrated as you sit up to look at him. He looks so smug, so happy with himself.

He presses soft kisses to your legs as he lets you come down from your almost orgasm. Your body is still throbbing and you squeeze your eyes tight as you let out several deep breaths.

Just when you feel your heart rate start to slow Jungkook plunges a finger in your pussy without warning, causing you to jolt and sit up to stare at him, eyes wide when he adds another finger and starts to pump them in and out of your body slowly.

You grip the sheets once more as you moan out his name. You grind your hips down to meet his thrusts and you are glad to see this time he isn't stopping you, instead letting you fuck yourself on his fingers which is hot as hell and has your stomach twisting.

When he curls his fingers against your front wall you moan out and arch into his touch. You are close again and feel your body tensing and shaking.

“Jungkook! Fuck. Please.” You beg out as the start of your orgasm begins to show itself but Jungkook is too quick and he withdraws his fingers which has you groaning and complaining above him.

“You gonna stop acting like a brat?” He asks as he sticks his fingers in his mouth and licks them clean.

Your pussy throbs at the sight.

You want to push him a little more.

Poke the bear one more time.

You could tell he was holding back slightly.

You wanted him to take full control.

So you opened your mouth and said the words he most definitely didn't want to hear.

“I bet Hobi would have fucked me by now.”

Jungkook's eyes widened at your disobedience and he stood up off the floor and climbed on the bed.

He was quiet, too quiet as he stared down at you.

“You really don't know when to shut the fuck up do you?” He asked voice dangerously low as he stared you down.

“On your knees face the headboard I won't be asking twice.” He demanded as you scrambled to do what he said.

You felt him get off the bed and reach for something in his jeans. You turned your head to see him grabbing a condom and when he climbed back on the bed he sent a hard smack to your ass which had a surprised gasp leave your mouth.

“Didn't say you could turn around did I?” He asked as you shook your head.

He rolled the condom on and teased his hard cock head against your slit.

You tried your best to stay still but your core was aching to be filled so you tried to subtly shift your hips back, which didn't go unnoticed by Jungkook.

“You want my cock so bad? Fine.” He growled as he plunged into you with one deep long thrust which had you burying your face in your pillow and crying out at the stretch of his cock against your soaked walls.

Your body arched off the bed as Jungkook gave you merely seconds to adjust to his length as he began to pound into you.

His hands were rough against your hips as he held you steady and used you as his own personal fuck toy. You were whining and begging as he fucked you hard and fast, the sounds from your mouth and skin slapping were making you dizzy with arousal.

“Fuck you're so tight and wet.” Jungkook grits out as he grabs your hips harder and slams into you with such force you have to hold yourself steady so you don't go through the headboard.

You are strung too tight, Jungkook's earlier teasing has you closer than you thought you would be and when he hits a spot deep inside of your body you cry out completely breaking down.

“Jungkook please-fuck-fuck-please.” You beg and plead as the coil of pleasure gets tighter and tighter and you feel yourself start to lose control.

“Nu-uh you can't cum until I say so.” He demands as he slaps your ass once more and slows his thrusts.

The whole thing is maddening and you are a mess under him as your arms collapse and your face pushes into your pillow.

Tears are streaming down your face as he keeps his thrusts slow and shallow.

You just want to cum

Every cell in your body feels on fire and you feel like you will completely unravel in minutes.

“Please Jungkook Fuck please make me cum. Please” You cry out as he traces small circles on your hips and kisses your back.

“Now that depends. Do you think you've been a good girl? Do you think you deserve to cum after what you said to me?” He asks, hands gripping your hips and forcing you to get back up on all fours.

“Please Jungkook. I'll be good. Please fuck me. Please.” You cry out not even aware of half of the words coming out of your mouth as his thrusts start to very slowly pick up the pace.

“Then say it. Say, I'm the best fuck you've had.” He says darkly giving your ass another smack and massaging the tender skin.

Your brain is foggy, your arms are shaking and you are pretty sure you'll die if you don't cum soon. Your walls flutter weakly around his cock as he is giving you just enough to keep you horny but not enough to make you cum.

“Jungkook you are the best fuck I've ever had-shit!” You cry out when he grips your hips and slams back into you.

Your body is shaking as you thrust back on his cock desperate to get to the peak and finally orgasm.

“Fuck your body is made for me. Say it!” He cries out as his thrusts become erratic and you know he is just as close as you are.

“My body is yours! Jungkook! Only yours! Fuck- c-close so close.” You warn him as he smacks your ass one more time and that sets you over the edge.

You cry out his name, half sob half scream as you finally cum. You are a spasming mess as you ride out your own high, you hear him curse above you and he pushes his body into yours as he kisses your shoulder blade and cums hard into the condom.

You finally collapse as your arms give way and your face pushes into the pillow as you cry out in relief.

Jungkook is still inside you but also collapses on top of you as you both breathe heavily and try to come back down.

After a couple of minutes, he slides his softening cock out of you and you whine at the soreness between your legs and your ass as you flip over to face him.

You watch his retreating back as he throws the condom out and heads through your apartment to the bathroom.

You take several deep breaths and stare at the ceiling trying to process what the hell just happened when he returns with a warm towel and a shy smile.

“I figured we could get you kind of cleaned up while I run you a bath.” He admits as he hands you the towel and reaches for his discarded clothes on the floor.

“No no bath tonight I'm so tired and it's… shit.” You finally look over at the clock to see it is almost two in the morning.

You were surprised no one came knocking on the door voicing a noise complaint.

Jungkook's gaze followed yours and he cursed under his breath, face breaking out in a smile as he carded his hands through his slightly sweaty and definitely messy dark hair.

“What time do you work?” He asks softly as you finish cleaning yourself up and throw the towel in the direction of your laundry basket.

That would be a tomorrow problem.

Well, I guess a today problem.

“Um, I have to be up in about four-ish hours.” You say with a soft laugh as you reach for your big tee shirt on the floor.

“How about this? Instead of a bath and dinner, I order you coffee and send it to your workplace. Is that okay? I feel bad for keeping you up so late.” He says as you nod and he smiles.

“That would be great Jungkook. Also, I want to apologize. I wanted to get you out of your head and rile you up to help you feel comfortable with taking control. I didn't mean anything I said. Honest.” You admit as he shoots you the softest and sweetest smile.

“I know that. And I want to thank you for helping. Really I feel… Well fuck I feel amazing honestly.” He says with a laugh as he gets up from the bed and you follow him to the front door.

“Coffee tomorrow…well, I guess later today I promise.” He says with a wink as you open the door for him and he collects his things.

“Sounds like a plan.” You say as he stops and stares at you.

“You're staring Kook.” You tease him as he blushes and bites his lip.

“I know I just… Can I text you again… sometime? Like can we do this again?” He asks looking nervous.

Your heart melts a little bit. You just can't help it.

“Of course Jungkook. Anytime.” You say with a smile as he winks at you and leaves you with a silly grin on your face and a soreness between your legs.

And when the coffee came the next day around ten in the morning from a very expensive coffee shop you'd never dream of ordering from you couldn't help but grin when you saw a little note taped to it with a winky face.

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Im so sorry if this is uploaded late or if it isn’t good enough I’ve been having the most gut wrenching headaches because of my anemia and i also have exams so i can’t be on my phone very often.

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Part 2.

His hair was so soft to the touch, it felt like you were running your hand through a billow of clouds that wrapped themselves around your arm as an ethereal feeling was sent throughout your body.

If there was a chance you could steal his hair and use it as your mattress and pillows you would've done it in the blink of an eye...

"Can you turn around so I can how it looks on you?" you asked and he nodded, turning around while avoiding eye contact with you, because...well, in a situation like this you would usually do something devious.

But, this time around you didn't and he looked so adorable. His hair was tied back down into to a loose low ponytail with there still being some hair at the front to not leave his forehead bare as it was his signature style while you added a little heart clip to keep the short front hair from falling out.

The only reason he was doing this was to leave an impression on gayatri, who he recently asked on a date.

They weren't they dating but they became friends a month or two ago and pavitr wanted step it up a bit.

Though, he never said it was a date but instead "a hangout"

Sometimes, you really wanted to stab yourself in the mouth and rip your tongue out.

You were the one who suggested they became friends and you were the one who told him to ask her out at least once in awhile to make her "grow or feel a connection"

Why? you weren't even sure yourself.

You knew she began growing feelings for him as well but instead of keeping them apart, you willingly made them get closer to one another.

who were you to deny his love life? He's been your best friend since the primary school days! you couldn't just snatch his chances of ever finding love out of pure spite.

But once again, ever since the whole 'hangout with gayatri' thing has been going on you've never really hangout or talk to each other as much as you used to.

The only time you would have a conversation would be on WhatsApp where you would text like two random people who just got each other's number.

You weren't sure if it was on purpose or not but you were still glad to be able to see him again, "actually, can you come with me this time?"

What?

"You mean third wheel? Yea, no thanks." as mean as it sounded, who in the right mind would want hear their longtime crush trying to get it on with their friend? Or anyone in that matter.

"I'm not talking about sitting with us! Just like, watch and be there with me for emotional support."

"Why now? you've went on date with her multiple times already haven't you? you didn't even ask me to go with you during your first time!" he sighed before placing his arms on your shoulders. Looking you right in the eye like he used to, but this time he wasn't looking for your reaction instead he wanted you to see his, to take what he had to say seriously.

Taking in a deep breath, he spoke,"I'm planning on confessing today."

....

Oh.

That sentence alone made your heart beat faster from anger as the walls of realization came crashing down on you.

you knew you should've said something.

you knew you should've made a move.

But you didn't, So you couldn't blame him right? It was his heart and he knew who he wanted it belong to.

You couldn't control his fate nor could you control yours, as in the story written by the one you were just meant to be someone who admired him as he admired someone else.

It took everything in you to not break down at that moment as you avoided making eye contact with him, "yea, I'll be there."

He smiled softly before placing a kiss on your forehead, a gesture he has done multiple times that always made you flustered but now you just felt dull.

"We'll be at the regular cafe, okay?" you nodded, waiting for him to leave you alone in his home once again but for a complete different reason.

He gave you one last look before finally living.

Fuck life.

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They talked and laughed, clearly enjoying their time together. But, for some reason his mind was still on you. He knew you were there watching, following his instructions from before but he wanted you near to him, he wanted to see you, to hear you, feel you, everything.

Was his feelings towards you really platonic? I mean, it's not weird to think of your friend as attractive and loveable right?

Should he leave? I mean whats the point on confessing if his mind was on someone else as well?

But he didn't just wanna leave early because of that..

"HELP! SOMEBODY PLEASE!" A citizen yelled as a crowd of gut wrenching screams that slowly started to get louder was followed.

Everyone that was in the cafe began to scatter towards the door making it a struggle for anyone to get through.

Seems like fate decided to choose for him.

Remember how i said everyone went towards the front door? Well, it was everyone except gayatri.

She quickly got up and grabbed pavitr's hand, attempting to lead him towards the back door along with her, but he didn't budge.

"I'm going for y/n. You just get somewhere safe okay?" she looked at him with pure fear and concern in her eyes,"What? She was here?"

Oh right, she didn't know.

"She's smart, she would've left by now and so should we!" she said, trying to pull him again but failed miserably, "You really need to go, gayatri. I'll be fine." he said with his honey tone voice that completely swooed her.

She was hesitant but nodded and left anyway .

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He couldn't see you, he couldn't hear you or sense you anywhere no matter how hard he tried. Everything was fine, everything was resolved and everyone was saved.

Everyone except you.

It wasn't that dangerous of a villan and he was captured, so where were you?

He checked inside your apartment, you weren't there.

Maybe your parents house? No

Your friends houses? Still no.

You weren't answering your phone either, did something happen to you? Did one of the villains minion get to you? But why you? He never slipped up and went to your house in his uniform before. Did they somehow find out his identity? But that's not possible... Maybe It was his hair?...

Sighing on the rooftop of a random, he went towards your apartment one more time thinking that maybe there was a tiny chance you were there and boy was he glad he did.

You were there, not in your room but on the rooftop and just seeing you, alive and okay, lifted a huge weight off his shoulder.

he wasted absolutely no time to start swinging towards you as fast as he could, as if if he didn't capture in less than a minute you would disappear like sand in the wind, jumping and leeching onto you like a cat after his last swing.

"Wha–? Spiderman?"

your voice. He loved your voice so much but it sounded weak and fragile, were you crying?

"Spider man?" you asked again. He wanted to kiss you so bad, to make whatever it was that made you cry go away. Completely oblivious to the fact he was the reason.

Maybe his feelings towards you weren't platonic.

"I love him but I don't wanna."

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Part 3

He forget he spiderman while spidermaning

#scenarios #reader insert #pavitr x you #pavitr prabhakar x reader #pavitr x reader #spider man: across the spider verse #light fluff #very fluffy #light angst

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Transmigrator Kaito AU

part 2:

(lol i haven't written any resembling a fic for this au yet but feel free to ask questions)

Kaito's favourite manga is Detective Conan. Instead of crossing over with Magic Kaito, it crosses over with Yaiba.

The Yaiba content annoys Kaito to no end because he's jealous~ He's like "Ugh, crossing Conan over with say like, a Phantom Thief would be perfect! Not Yaiba! >:("

He's definitely read and written Kaitou KID / Detective Conan crossovers HAHAHA

(I still need to do more research about Yaiba but I know there's Yaiba characters in dc so that's why I chose this. Sorry I don't know much about Yaiba but I thought it would be a fun idea)

Kaito picked it up when his dad died and still reads it to this day. Yes, it's long running series too :)) He reads it in his downtime, including before and after heists. He's basically memorised every detail.

Out of all the characters, Conan/Shinichi is Kaito's favourite character. When Kaito got frustrated, he always came back for him. And he's a huuuuge fanboy as well! He knows all the little details >v0 and admires Shin-chan a lot.

I'm still deciding on making this romantic ShinKai or queerplatonic (like some third thing other than platonic and romantic) but eh it's still in the air ig. Kaito adores Shin a lot either way.

Kaito doesn't know that in the final chapter of Conan, it was revealed Shin and Ran decided they had a sibling relationship. Kaito keeps trying to wingman them in increasingly absurd ways that makes Shin think he's actually trying to serenade Ran.

When the final chapter is going to come out, Kaito goes on a heist but everything goes wrong. He ends up finding Pandora, but Snake finds him first and manages to mortally wound him. As he bleeds out on the rooftop, Pandora drenched in blood and lying in his limp hands, Kaito's last regret is how he never got to read the final chapter of Conan.

More details below cut:

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Suddenly, Kaito wakes up to a vicious pinch in his cheek.

"Ba-kai-to! Wake up! I've been calling you for the last 5 minutes!"

"Ow! A-Aoko?? Wha-"

Kaito raises his head and sees... his normal classroom? Huh? Was everything just a dream? That final heist?

Kaito quickly pats down his chest. Nothing hurts... except for his sore throbbing cheek, and he's clothed in his normal school uniform, not the KID suit.

He keeps glancing around, trying to find any differences. Aoko's still standing in front of his desk, hands on her hips and a concerned look on her face. The classroom hasn't been filled up yet and the board is still freshly cleaned from yesterday, meaning it's the morning and class hasn't started yet. Akako hasn't arrived either. And Hakuba's reading a newspaper about Kudo Shinichi...

Huh?

Kudo Shinichi???

Kaito lunges over his desk. "Hey! Give me that!"

Hakuba is too stunned at the sudden attack.

Kaito rapidly skims through the article .The paper crinkles in his trembling grip.

"Kudo Shinichi, the Heisei Holmes has done it again! He solved another case flawlessly last Monday..."

Hakuba adds hesitantly, "Yes? Kudo Shinichi. He's been making a name for himself recently. It would be a pleasure as a fellow detective to work alongside him one day."

Hakuba says this all naturally, like Shinchi's been real this entire time. Like he wasn't just a manga character yesterday.

Kaito gulps ...There's no mistake. The impossible has happened, and Detective Conan is somehow real.

~ Kaito in this AU is just... a Kudo Shinichi fanboy. He's absolutely ecstatic to challenge Kudo Shinichi. He's even more excited to amaze his critic, and every time they meet, Kaito's pokerface works overtime to hide his delighted blush and adoring grin on his face. Jii is so confused but also very supportive.

... Kaito really wants to squish Shin-chan's cheeks and tease him until his entire face turns a pretty pink, dangers be damned.

Meanwhile Shinichi keeps getting annoyed by this clingy thief who keeps coming back for more. What's so interesting about him anyways??? Why does he keep teasing him???

(This au also includes pre-conan and during conan. Kaito is extremely charmed by Conan and his pokerface works extra-overtime than when he met Shinichi. If that is even possible. After every heist he screams in his pillow and recalls every moment)

Extras:

Kaito takes a solid week to slide himself into the Kudo Shinichi fan-server and cement himself as the Shinichi Expert. After a month he actually gets elected as co-president. Yes he's absolutely insane.

Kaito regularly sends fan letters to Shinichi, even after his 'disappearance'. They always wish Shinichi the best and includes random funny snippets of Kaito's day. They're addressed as "Kai-san" and are pretty polite. They always come with Kaito's genetically engineered blue and red roses that he grows in his garden. He doesn't gift the blue roses to anyone but Shinichi haha

Akako does exist in this universe. It's just that she sensed such a major disturbance that she stayed at home and researched it vigorously to make sure the fabric of space-time wasn't unravelling.

Kaito is like a proud peacock whenever Shin/Cone shows up. He literally pulls out all the stops and Jii is confused, yet very supportive. Agasa who provides the gadget just sighs at the huge and absurd list. It doesn't escape his mind that it happens whenever Conan/Shin attends a KID heist.

OVA 1 is really fun so I thought it would be extra funny for it to be somewhat plausible in this au. Not sure if Yaiba would be turned into a manga series when Magic Kaito becomes the main crossover (if that makes sense). When Kaito robs the sword, he would use his knowledge to cause the most chaos. Yes Kaito read Yaiba out of spite, and also 'know thy enemy, know thyself'

#dcmk #transmigrator kaito au #fanboy kaito au #shout out to the person who made that au cause it inspired me to come back to this idea #kaito kid #shinichi kudo #kaito kuroba #shinkai #most likely qpr #if it takes that route it will be revealed that in the final chapter Shin and Ran decided on a sibling rel #but Kaito keeps trying to wingman them together cause he doesnt know #magic kaito #kudo shinichi #kuroba kaito #kaitou kid #detective conan #yo if anyones a yaiba expert hmu i need to learn more HAHAHA #conan edogawa #edogawa conan #cyn writes #cyn speaks #kaishin

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Hold On

Summary: A missing child's case resurfaced so many memories you wished to keep buried. Sure enough, seeking comfort from the heavy feelings came by as a form of a person. [Spencer Reid X Fem!Reader] Part 2.

Warning: Child abduction, death of a child, angst, no Y/N, made up last name: Cyrus, made up case, light fluff, hurt/ comfort, not too romance-y but alluding to it, not proof read, I don't think the mystery/crime aspect is good but let me hear thoughts guys. Something extra in tags, read after the story.

Word Count: 4.1k

Part 1

I'm so sorry this took so long, my exams, mental health, projects, assignments allll just rolled in the past months, and I've been doing everything to stay on top of writing. It's rushed towards the end but with all that's going on I hope it's okay. If anyone is up for part 3, I'm all for it .

Enjoy

"Those who cannot remember the past, are condemned to repeat it."

-George Santayana

'Okay, let's see, Conrad Miller, 16 years old, went missing on June 12th, 2007. Last seen by the local church with one of the volunteers, she was questioned once but was never linked as she had a solid alibi, her name was Grace Cyrus.' Tara paused. 'So she took Conrad, no she definitely didn't just take him, poor kid is definitely not okay.'

'Right now Stephen is our priority, the anniversary of Steven's disappearance is in 4 days, so what does she want with him now?' You pace in the room, spinning a pen you grabbed in your hand. 'I think that's something only you can answer, what happened 4 days prior to Steven's disappearance?' Tara pondered, she sat down, looking at you, intent on finding answers. '4 days prior…that was the day my dad— Daniel had come to visit, they, Grace and him got into a fight and Stevie, Steven tried to "protect" Daniel in his own way, he thought Mom was going to hurt him…'

Was it then that this all weighed down on you? Words long lost had started pouring through the cracks of memories locked away. You were never in that station in that moment, no, now you were back there.

'Stevie, get back here! We can't stop them!'

'No! No let go! I don't want Dad to go, Mom's going to send him away!'

'Steven!'

No matter how hard you tried, he slipped from your tensed grasp, landing right between two enraged adults.

Pacing the floor helped gather your thoughts, a little better.

'What was the very last thing she said to you when you left?'

The thought of how it all ended passed through your minds, each time much like a bullet to the brain but you push it all down, now wasn't the right time for you. 'everything okay there?' Tara asked you, it's only been a few minutes since you and Tara confronted the idea that Grace might have done more than anyone could have put together.

'Yeah just a lot going on in my head, I think I need a breather.'

'Hold that thought, JJ and Luke are back with Daniel,'

Your hand now wrapped around the empty coffee mug, a dad you haven't spoken to for the last two decades, what would you have to say? or better yet, what would he say to you? This isn't an official reunion, it's an interrogation and who knows what will spill out of your mouth if you see the very first man in your life that disappointed you, taught you that having a person in your life was enough to make you fall apart.

'JJ and I will go in first, you sit tight.' Tara patted your shoulder giving it a good squeeze before heading out the conference room.

It was soon after that Rossi, Reid and Emily came back in, all three harnessing disappointment with their stride. 'Hey, what happened?'

'Well, Rosa was not in her home, we searched the house and by the looks of it, she hardly came back there.' Emily sat down with her legs crossed. 'but, her room had keepsakes, maybe from the time you lived with her?'

'What did she have?'

'She had pictures, some old folded drawings, and the weirdest one, an old juice box.' as Emily finished, you sat up from your chair, 'an old juice box? Do you remember what flavour?'

'I think it was Apple? Why? Does it have something to do with Steven?'

'…'

'Cyrus?'

'That, uh, it's nothing, I think sentimental feelings do surface no matter what kind of person you are.' You began fidgeting with your sleeves, your mind now slowly began recalling events that transpired long ago. 'Is there something else? It looks like you aren't sure about something.' Rossi eyed your movements, he knew something was keeping you. 'My mother, she'd never show any sign that she felt remorse, not even as far as I could remember.'

'Okay Reid, stay with her, I'm going to check in with JJ and the rest. Rossi? Do you mind?' soon after, Rossi and Emily exited the room, leaving you and Spencer in the conference room. 'Could you tell me what kind of person your mother is?' Spencer sat down right before you, urging you to take a seat right next to him and you did.

'She was an uptight woman, she loved to be in control of her life that meant being in control of mine too, it's why I left. She loved being seen.'

'Being seen? What do you mean?'

'She was always a respected figure no matter where she went, be it at work or in the neighborhood, she pushed for that at home too. When Steven had disappeared, I would always remember how she would tell me he was in a better place, and that if I do anything to disobey her or question her authority, I would be punished.' your head hung as you remembered more, 'I would study, day and night, that was the only life I knew, if my grades dropped by a mark, she'd lock me in my room, made sure I only had books on my desk.'

'Did Daniel ever drop by after what happened to Steven?' Spencer asked gently, 'No, I never saw him after that, I thought he finally got sick of mom and left, but I see now that wasn't the case.'

'Okay—'

'You know the one thing I can't seem to remember though?' you looked up at Spencer, his eyebrows now furrowed in question. 'My mother would always say how beautiful I am, and…and that I look just like her, her very own reflection but, Spencer, I can't…I can't remember her face.' your voice sounded shattered at what came out of it. You felt the tears fall, but you couldn't turn away or hide them, Spencer saw just how much this hurts you.

'You are your own person, no one can ever take that from you, no matter what, you are you.' He held your hand, rubbing his thumb over the back of your palm, that gave you a sign of comfort and you smiled at him. 'Alright, let's get back to the case.' quickly wiping away your tears and pasting on a smile, which you flash at Spencer, he in turn regained a more unmoving figure. 'When you said Rosa knew that Steven would never come back, what did you mean?'

'I was only a kid but to me it felt like she already knew that Steven had maybe...and all I could remember was a frown anytime I even remotely related to Steven.' You return with an answer. It was then the phone on the table went off.

'What is it Garcia?'

'So I dug into Daniel a bit more, and you aren't going to like this, so he was actually never in Bakersfield until a week ago, before that he was working as a cab driver in Nevada. He was in Nevada for a long time, but he touched base sometime in 2007, in the month of June. Looks like he tried several times to contact his ex wife but she never entertained any of it. What is concerning is that he was reported of stalking a young boy, said he mistook the boy for a boy he knew and he meant no harm but he was fired from his workplace and when was that? A little before coming over to Bakersfield.' Once Garcia had informed both of you, it was then JJ, Emily and Luke walked back in.

'What did the boy look like?' Spencer asked, 'I sent his picture to your phone.'

'Thank you Garcia.' You picked up your cell and scrolled through to find the image.

'No problemo.'

Upon quick inspection, you could tell at a glance the young boy and Steven shared a few similarities, nothing too obvious except hair colour and facial structure, age is the more obvious factor.

JJ walked in, arms crossed, she sighed but began asking what Garcia checked in for, 'Looks like Daniel was fired from his work place prior to coming to Bakersfield a week before Stephen's abduction.' You informed the three.

'If I didn't know any better, I'd say that's a trigger for him.' Emily began, 'Yeah, I agree.' and Luke followed suit.

'So he not only gets rejected by his ex-wife, but fired from his work place for stalking a boy that looks like his son, then he goes and kidnaps a boy that Rosa seemingly dotes on? Something doesn't add up.' JJ looked on with confusion. 'How did it go with him?' you asked finally.

'Said he had something vital for the case but he would only discuss it with you.' Emily sat down, her voice already etching with exhaustion. 'He's hiding something and my gut is saying it can't be good.'

'I'll go talk to him.' You were close to leaving the room, but Emily had halted your motions.

'Wait,'

'Yeah?'

'Reid will go with you, Tara might want to step out.' You gave a quick nod to Emily's order.

Every step to the interrogation room, you could hear the pained voices of yours, more precisely, from when you were a child. A young girl, alone in a room with nothing but her thoughts, you swallowed hard as you stood by the entrance of the viewing room. When you entered, you let Spencer call Tara from the interrogation room to the viewing room. 'No matter what, don't give in to his requests, you need to break him down, and if you ever want to leave, you can.' Tara gave you a small nudge and she stayed back in the room.

This was it, you let Spencer lead you into the interrogation room, allowing him to get there before you creeped on behind.

'How many times do I need to tell you people? Can't you bring my daug—you, your—'

'Let me be very clear, you have something vital for this case and I'm willing to hear you out, but say or do anything and you will be escorted out of the door by agents, understood?' the firm voice you let out hid every sorry cry that was wailing in you, having not seen your father for 20 years was a shock but not something that should be seen. 'Look at you, what it's been 15, 20 years, oh my beautiful little angel, I missed you.' honey coated words slipped from his mouth and every cell in you twisted in anger and contempt, 'Mr. Carter, the case.' Spencer stepped in this time.

'Always in such a hurry, well, since you brought my little girl. I know where the kid is being held.' He sat there with no remorse, no care that a child, close to the age of the son he lost years ago, was missing.

'Where might that be?'

'I can take you there, but I'll only go if she goes with me.'

After so long, he cares or at least that's what he's showing but you knew what he was playing at, he thought he could get away light just because his flesh and blood was in the justice system, what a sorry bastard.

'I think we're done here.' Spencer had got up from his chair but you stayed seated, deal or not you wanted to break the man in front of you and that was what was nailing you down to your chair. 'Mr. Carter, what good will it do if I went with you? Was it not enough that you came in here demanding to see your daughter about a case I know damn well you don't care about?' you pressed, choice of words were clearly targeted but your composure remained cool. 'What do you mean, you know what happened to Stevi—'

'Your son that you never bothered to report missing? I don't believe you have a right to bring that up, Sir.'

'Now listen here—'

'In the time Rosa had left you behind, you did nothing but fail to bring yourself together, I have a question for you, what were you doing on June 12th, 2007? Why did you come back to Bakersfield prior to that date?' you swiped through the tablet that Tara handed to you, it contained everything Garcia had found including some case files. 'I don't know why you're asking me that, don't you have the life of a boy to save?' He avoided it with such harshness, you only wanted to pry further but somehow it felt like you knew the answer, but the words never fell into place.

'Answer the question Daniel.' Spencer sat back down now jabbing at him as well. 'I just had someone to meet, is that really so important?'

'Why did you need to meet them? Did you coming back here have anything to do with Rosa Cyrus, your ex-wife?' Your slowly tapped at the desk, it was a timed beat. 'I did visit her once but that—'

'Were you aware that a teenager was reported missing around the same time you arrived here? His name was Conrad Miller, he was 16 years old.'

'W-what? I-I don't know anything about that.'

'Really? Because it says in the case files that Rosa was the last person to have seen Conrad, but you knew that didn't you?' He flinched at the response, at this point he wore a sign that screamed suspicious.

It was then that Daniel remained silent, you believed that any word that came out of him at that point would dig his grave deeper.

You stepped out of the room and walked into the room behind the mirror. 'Now he won't speak,' Rossi now stood there with his arms in his pocket.

'We need to find Rosa and Stephen soon, the man is hiding something and Rosa is the key to finding out why.' Rossi took the words right out of your mouth, looks you both knew what he was playing at.

'I think I can help with that, how much can you guys bet on a gut feeling?' You asked the three of them, weary of their answer, 'At this point? I'll take it.' Rossi let out, the two soon followed. 'Rosa will most likely be at the house we used to live in, which is not in this area, I'm hoping that she's keeping Stephen safe,'

'Safe? How come?' Tara asked you, 'Daniel here, came a week prior to Stephen's abduction, not only did he lose his job before coming here, he needed to have a reason to come here,' you deduce.

'His reason being Rosa? But wouldn't that not trigger Rosa?' Looks like you still needed to elaborate your theory, so you continued. 'It did, Rosa having heard that Daniel came here must have caused her protective instinct to kick in, call me crazy, but I think Rosa is keeping Stephen away from Daniel.' you finally let out a sigh, your palms clammed from sweat but if you were right, the little boy you came here for was safe.

'A mother's protective instinct, I'm guessing that something happened 20 years ago that she didn't agree on, which caused her to completely reject this guy, I'll have Garcia send the address of her prior location.' Rossi curtly exited the room, Tara followed along.

Spencer stood before you in silence, you didn't register any movement from him because all your focus was on the man, sitting on the other side of that glass.

'You can go on ahead, Reid, I need to talk to him.' 

'But I can't let you go in alone...'

You huffed, your eyes did what it could but meet his but looking away won't make what you want go away, 'Given the chance, I might punch the daylights out of him—'

'More of a reason for me to stay.' 

Spencer interrupted, you returned with a sharp look in your eyes before you relaxed, 'Let me finish, I would want to give him a piece of my mind but I need to know, I just, he's the only one that has got to know something about Steven, maybe I can finally put him to rest.' 

It was selfish, that's what you called it, asking for just one more clue when you couldn't do anything before. Maybe now that helpless little girl all those years ago, can see her brother off. 'I need to do this, alone...'

'...' 

You stood there, waiting for something, a sound from him in response, anything at all. 'I'll wait here, being short of another agent will not slow down the rest of the team.' He'd finished but his response ticked you, it poked at the idea of a child being monitored by their parents.

'I don't need you watching my every move, Reid.'

'I'm just following orders.'

'Following orders? Do I look like a child to you? Do I need a leash around my neck too? I can handle him, he's one man!' Your voice raised, and you stared up at your fellow colleague with a ray of contempt.

'A man you can't stand being around for long, you sounded just fine in there earlier to anyone that watched, but do you want to know what I saw? I saw that you were holding back, hard enough your hands curled at his answers, your feet apart was enough for me to know that you would have given Emily a reason for you to be dismissed from the case.' He'd stated what was right, but it wasn't right to you, not right now, you don't know when it would be. 'I'll wait here, you can go in alone.'

Your feet put you in place for a good moment, his words tore right through you. He was right, somewhere in your clouded judgement, you understood he was right, but just because you understood doesn't mean you accepted it.

With a second left to pass, you turned from Spencer. All in silence, it was accepted that you had a job to uphold, no matter the personal toll.

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The dial ups in the station, voices of police officers, movement all around you had become void. Nothing, that's what you heard when you left the interrogation room, you couldn't even hear one Agent calling out to you when you had left. Something gathered, something rotten had formed in your stomach. Your body felt hot, your head on a swivel.

You felt the acid burn at your throat, the half conscious part of you managed to drag your feet to a bathroom stall for you to expel the choux pastry you ingested.

Standing before the mirror now, you washed your mouth, feeling the remnants of the expelled food at your throat.

Nothing felt right to you, not right then, not right now. Having no mind to lose any more time, Reid waited in the conference room as you begrudgingly walked yourself back into it. You said nothing.

You dialed in Emily immediately, hoping she hadn't reached the house yet. 'What have you got for me Cyrus?' 

'I spoke to Daniel.'

'What did he say?'

'He'd been sending frequent messages and calling my mother, they met once, 2007. There was an argument and Conrad had gotten in-between the two of them, it didn't end well.' you informed her, almost mechanically.

'What did he say about Steven?' JJ chimed in.

'Steven was, he said he was never meant to be hurt and Rosa in the mess of things, covered up for him. He told me where...I know where his body is.' Your voice strained, as it got to harsher details.

Nothing came out though, you tried filling in the rest of the details but your voice was overtaken. A pleading look carried over to Spencer and he took over. 'He said that you have to ask where he's sleeping, Rosa's delusion right at this moment is that Steven would come back.'

'Okay, we'll get back to you as soon as we're done here.' The line cut. If you'd carried a boulder on your shoulders, the weight of it might be the same as your conscience. All that was left was you see a family reunited and you get the closure you've been searching for.

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The team was back, so was the little boy, he was safe. The Turner family could now go home with their son safe and sound in their grasp.

'Nothing beats seeing that.' you stood, satisfied in a way, the others agreed in unison to your words.

'Cyrus, I need to have a word with you.' Emily called you to a secluded corner of the station, but you had no fear built in you, in fact you felt rather empty, exhausted enough to be emotionally drained. 'We found Steven...' she said quietly.

'Where was he?' you met her in the eyes, having nothing left to tie you down. 'Remains were found in the wall of a small bedroom, it looked like he was initially buried but moved there later.' Every word had struck you, the smaller bedroom was your shared one, no doubt. 'Was he, uh, covered?' a crack sounded in your voice.

It took Emily a moment before answering, 'He was...' 

The last bit of remorse. You'd promised yourself for 20 years that he was found. Part of you wanted him to be alive, maybe he ran off and just found a better life or he was on the streets, alive at least. But you knew how far-fetched that sounded, hope was the one thing you were aware that could end you. '...Thank you, can I, um, I want to be alone.'

'Of course, take all the time you need, listen, once this is over I need to speak with you, but only when you're ready, okay?' She patted the side of your shoulders, adhering to your request, she left you alone.

You let out a wavered breath, trying to breathe in and out to calm yourself. What you needed now was to mourn, you knew that but having a hard cry at this moment would slow down everyone.

Not long after, Rosa and Daniel had gotten arrested. You couldn't catch a glimpse at her face, or more accurately, you refused to see the face you'd forgotten. That didn't bother you that much, as a mother she never cared to look out for you, there wasn't any good reason to remain adherent to the details.

Bakersfield PD would have no more reason to have you stay, for now at least but before you could leave it all behind, Steven deserved a proper burial.

The Funeral was small, no relatives, just few friends from school and the BAU were attending, with Chief Marks as well to pay respects.

You stood over the coffin, looking at how small it was, how it all came to an end, all in silence. Quietly you watched as the coffin was buried, soil tossed over it but before it was over, you had to have one last goodbye.

'I did what I promised, took you long enough to come back from playing, huh? You must be tired, rest well, Stevie.' The Carnation held in your hand had been placed on the coffin, a mark of innocence now put to rest. Once it was all over, you stood, not waiting or expecting anything but just, letting the weight gradually let go of you. This was what you needed yet, it didn't feel enough, something remained in you. 

Footsteps were heard behind you, and you took a peak at the intruder before lifting the corners of your mouth to him. 'He was a handful you know, always wanted my attention no matter what, saying that one day he'd make it to the moon just so he could get me some space rock.' Spencer said nothing to your bouts of reminiscence, 'He told me once, "I'm going to be no.1, so watch me!" I thought he was being silly, Dad left right after and we were alone, it was us against the world.' It all came back, then you knew what you hadn't let go, knew what it was that made you feel utterly at loss. 

'Hey, Spencer, you don't have to do this, but, um, I...' You wanted to ask just for a bit, that little comfort that you so desperately pushed away.

Without another word, he lightly turned to face you. Your mind was too caught up on other memories that when you felt his arms wrap around you, you didn't think for that second. All it took was this to let it all go, no longer in silence but in wailing agony.

He didn't need another word, he simply knew. It was like some crazed superpower of his but it's like he's always known.

He couldn't let go.

Tagging:

@treehouse-mouse

#once again Im so sorry about the late update on the fic #the ending was a bit rushed I'm sorry about that but i hope it's okay #i actually wanted to add Matt to this but because of time constraints I couldn't so #here's a little of what happened afterwards for anyone reading tags #matt was away because his wife was expecting but he dropped by after the case #he got worried about you but you were more happy about him and his family #emily asked if you wanted to continue in the bau you said yes but she said you should take time off so you did #you and spencer have this insane slow burn office romance going on after #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fanfic #dr spencer reid #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #criminal minds #cm x you #criminal minds x you #criminal minds x reader #spencer x reader #spencer reid x fem!reader #self insert #kinda #emily prentiss #jennifer jareau #penelope garcia #luke alvez #david rossi #jj

[love-islike-abomb]

You're in love

Roman reigns x Avery (OC)

" You want to use me, take me home tonight

I'll make you wish that you were mine

You're struck by lightning

You're in love"

Warnings: romance, flirting, errors I may have missed. 2 part story.

Tag list: @reignsangel444 @acknowledge-reigns @mzv11 @marchm-langdon @mandeelemons @pittieprincess22 @queengreenarrowmia89 @romanreignshairdresser @weirdgirl16355

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"Avery you've done very well for yourself with your new album that just dropped!" Jimmy smiled "you have a top 10 hit on the rock charts!"

"yes it's very exciting! I never thought I would get here! It's actually always been a dream of mine to be on your show?" She smiled.

"you did a cover of Lita Ford's kiss me deadly and the Joan jett's I hate myself for loving you! You did amazing!" He smiled

"tthank you Jimmy! Both of those beautiful women were role models when I was growing up! The one song I haven't yet done that I want to do though is heart's barracuda! I love heart!" She smiled.

"that's awesome!" Jimmy smiled "so you love 80s rock?"

"I do!" She smiled

"whos your favorite?" Jimmy asked.

Avery thought for a moment "If I have to choose I would say queen!" She smiled.

"a woman after my heart" jimmy laughed.

Avery smiled, jimmy was always very flirtatious with her. She may have been a rocker chick and have a tough exterior but jimmy was one of the few people who saw the true her. They'd been friends since before she got famous, but they never saw each other romantically. He attraction was never there.

"speaking of which, now that you have new found fame, is there anyone your heart is after?" Jimmy asked.

"are you asking me if I have a celebrity crush jimmy?" Avery asked.

"I am!" Jimmy said.

"in that case, yes I do!" Avery smiled.

"is it someone I know?" Jimmy asked.

"he's been on your show before, talked about how he embarrassed his daughter at school when he blasted all I want i for Christmas is you!" Avery said, nervously moving her hair off her neck.

"no way!" Jimmy said, a smile forming on his face "you know he's a guest on our show today?"

Avery's heart skipped a beat, time stood still for a moment. At first she thought jimmy was bluffing until she saw him look at the camera "please help me welcome, Roman reigns!"

Avery gave jimmy a death stare, jimmy shrugged his shoulders with a smile. She wanted to make herself disappear. Jimmy put her in the spot and the man she was pining over was right in front of her.

He walked over to her and Avery's anger at Jimmy disappeared like it had never even happened. He sat next to her and her face got bright red "are you blushing Avery?" jimmy asked

"he's even hotter in person!" Avery giggled.

As the show finished, Avery smiled at Jimmy "I'm sorry I was angry at you earlier. I wasn't prepared"

"it's no problem!" Jimmy said, looking behind Avery "let me know how it goes later"

Avery turned around seeing the man of her desires before her "I heard your music, you're very talented!" He smiled.

Avery swallowed hard, trying to keep herself together "thank you!" She smiled.

"I actually know of a place that plays nothing but rock music, would you want to go with me sometime?" He asked.

Avery's heart did flip flops "I'd love to!" She smiled.

"i'll see you tomorrow at 7 then?" He asked.

"absolutely!" Avery smiled "sorry I should probably give you my number!"

Roman pulled his phone out of his pocket, handing it to her, she gave him her phone as well. Handing him his phone back, he took it from her, grabbing her hand and bringing it to his lips, kissing it softly, winking at her "goodnight Avery!"

"goodnight" she said walking away to her car, calling her best friend and telling her EVERY THING!

#Spotify #roman reigns #big daddy uce #the only daddy☝️😩🫦 #wwe smackdown #wwe #roman reigns x oc #roman reigns imagine #wwe imagine #roman reigns fanfiction #wwe fanfiction

[totaldramafan-lauri]

Make Use Of Me (chapter 1, preview)

Dec. 7 EDIT: ONCE MORE, WITH BRAVERY THIS TIME. No more chickening out. You can read this thing FOR REAL now. Sorry for being weird, and now....sorry if this wasn't worth it. XD

O-OK...here goes....

First thing's first: I am not expecting a lotta people to read this. I'm not asking people to read this. At this point, I'm making this mostly as a passion project, and if anyone enjoys it, it'll be a really cool bonus. My writing style isn't gonna be for everyone, and the characters I write aren't the most....popular characters in the CRK X Reader community, and I imagine this isn't really something a lotta fans'll be demanding more of.

This is LONG. This one chapter is 56 pages long. I am a VERY wordy writer,

So......why'm I posting this preview? Well....partially as an interest gauge for people who WOULD wanna read it, but...mostly as a motivator. As something to remind myself of whenever I get lazy. After all....I can't quit after I made the first chapter public, right? By doing that, I put myself out there...And, hey, I even tagged it, so, if by the off chance, someone did read it, I'm basically promising them more eventually.....

But, again, I'm not forcing anyone to read this.

Not only is it long, but.....This first chapter is probably my least-favorite thing I've ever written. By posting this chapter by itself, I'm testing to see if it does its job of making people wanna read the rest, cuz....right now, I'm not so sure how well it succeeds at that.....

This is the boring part of the story. It's a bunch of setup, and me jumping through hoop after hoop after hoop to just get everything started. I know setup is important and all, but....I'm already a very wordy writer, so....oof....There is some interesting stuff that happens, but it takes a while to get there.

I-I....kinda hate it, actually. The only reason I didn't scrap it is that I didn't realize I hated it until I was about halfway through it and the "good part" hadn't started yet. And I still spent a month writing the thing, so....I finished it.

I'm tagging this...as an experiment. If you wanna read this, go ahead. W-well, read my tags first, THEN go ahead. XD

All I can really say in this chapter's defense is that....I do try my best to salvage it. It's just setup, but I TRIED to make it interesting. And everything that seems like it didn't go anywhere, will later. This isn't the whole story, it's just the beginning of what's gonna be a BIG story. Anything that seems weird in this chapter, gets explored in the other chapters. This does set up a bunch of stuff that becomes important later (The friend character shows up later, the Colosseum becomes relevant later). This chapter is boring, but I tried not to make any of it pointless.

For the future: I'm aiming for five chapters. Chapters 2 and 3 will be a series of smaller vignettes that take place over the course of a few years, chapter 4 will be the climax, and chapter 5 will be something of an epilogue. After that, there will be two endings to choose from (which will make sense when we get there).

This probably won't be my favorite thing I've ever written, but it will be the most ambitious thing I've ever, and probably will ever, write. I haven't written something like this before, and it's all to flesh out this story and make it believable.

Right now, I.....I want to finish this. I'll probably still be writing this in February at the rate I'm going, but...at this point, I've put too much into it to give up on it. However, I'm STILL not completely ruling out the idea of my motivation dying before then. It COULD happen. So, what I'm planning to do is...setting a short-term goal of finishing chapter 3. After I do that, I'll post the first three chapters on AO3 together, and work on the rest. That way, even if I don't finish it, I'll at least have it over half done, and chapter 3 will end on a somewhat high note.

So, yyyyeah....Not a lotta people will read this preview. Overly wordy writing style + boring setup part of story + 56 pages long + assumed lack of interest for X Readers of this character (At least, I haven't SEEN many simps for her, m-maybe I'm wrong, I might be, I-I haven't checked any tags cuz I've been nervous, b-but it doesn't make my writing any better. In that case, this is my first time writing her so I'm trying super hard to do her justice >//////<)

I-if you wanna read this, and see if this first chapter does a good job of making you wanna read the better chapters, then...Go ahead.....

Some notes:

-This is still not the final draft. It's finalized enough for me to share, but I'm still not considering it finished. Even tho I'm working on chapter 3 right now, I STILL go back and edit this, even very recently. So, chances are, even if the story is finalized, small details and sentences are still subject to change. I know for a fact that there are still SOME placeholder bits in here that will change after I get some stuff cleared up. Recently, I even considered chopping off an entire section to make it shorter. I decided not to, but hey, it could still happen. I don't wanna waste anyone's time. The first chapter of a story, even if it's boring, is still very important, and I wanna make sure it's the best version of itself.

(A-and yes, this means that I've finished chapter 2 as well. The reason I'm not sharing it is that, unlike chapter 1, it was finished VERY recently, so I might still need to give myself time to edit it. From what I have, tho, I do like it a LOT more than chapter 1. There are some parts of chapter 2 that I'm legit proud of.)

-Even tho this first chapter is completely clean, I-I should mention that....this fic is for adults. The full version, at least. Chapters 3 and 4 are gonna contain some light N/S/F/W moments (the "fade to black" variety, so nothing explicit) and there'll be other slightly racey comments here and there. Just a heads-up. I'm gonna be uncomfy with minors reading this.

Th-that's all? I-I think that's all.......O-OK, so......h-here goes..... E-enjoy....

#fics by lauri #fanfic preview #WARNING: UNFINISHED #THIS IS JUST THE FIRST CHAPTER #......AND ITS STILL A LONG READ #cookie run x reader #crk x reader #golden cheese cookie x reader #gender neutral reader #also contains a gender neutral 'friend' character you can do what you want with #basically i got inspired by that part in her bio that mentions how... #....shes always looking to add more loyal subjects #and it made me imagine the story of an outsider who gradually integrates into the kingdom and earns her approval #so its an underdog story basically #and there a LOT that the reader gets put through #reader is shy and socially awkward but can also be a bit more sarcastic than the other reader characters ive written #im aiming for a BIT more comedy than usual since its my first crk fic that doesnt take place in the humorless dark cacao kingdom XD #but yeah reader is a ball of anxiety #they get panic attacks later on #pre canon #VERY VERY VERY pre canon #takes place DECADES before canon #before um....the lost city became lost #its not virtual #no errors no avatars #just a technologically advanced city #power imbalance and god complex stuff all over the place cuz fghdhgfhdhfgh im weak for that part of her #also contains some themes of verbal abuse (from nameless characters toward reader) #and like i said it has some adult moments later on #contains a lot of time skips

[lexinympho]

Reader who deflects compliments

Kuroo, Suna, Kunimi, Himekawa & Bokuto x gn!reader

Tags/Warnings: Fluff (this whole thing is very soft ngl), a bit of angst, established relationship in the first 3 parts, kinda insecure reader, halfway proofread lol

A/N: Not me prematurely posting another fic😩This is my first time ever doing a headcanon list with multiple characters, so forgive me for this one being pretty rusty and excessively lengthy. Take a shot everytime you see the words "compliment", "praise", and "comment" lol

Kuroo

Tetsuro took every chance he could to throw compliments your way, not necessarily because you're his s/o, but complimenting you is something he finds joy in (your reactions are something he lives for). And since he loves doing it, it didn't take him very long to notice what kind of compliments you have trouble accepting, particularly ones that praise any effort you've put into something. If he commented on your hair, you'd deflect by saying you didn't do much to warrant a comment. If he said he loved how you decorated the room, you'd respond by saying you could've done more. If he even says you did a good job cleaning the dishes, you'll just say you wish you didn't take so long.

He tried to chalk it up to you simply not being used to compliments pertaining to your hard work, but couldn't keep doing so after a while of you repeatedly doubting yourself.

Things came to a head when he watched you work tirelessly on an art project for 2 weeks. It was a big project, one that he's had to pull you away from on numerous occasions so you'd take a break; he knew how much effort you were putting into it not just for a good grade, but for your personal expectations as well. When he commented positively on the art project as its due date nears, he wasn't the least bit surprised when you turned to him apprehensively.

"Um," your eyes flickered back and forth between him and the artwork as you fiddled with your fingers, "are you sure? Not that I don't believe you, but I'm not finished with it, so-"

"[Y/N], it really looks good. If anything, it looks like you're pretty much finished with it."

"...But I feel like this part-"

"I'm serious." He cut you off with a pinch to your side to rid you of any tension, then said with an easy smile, "You only have so much time to work on it more anyways."

You didn't look entirely convinced, but you went along and said, "Yeah, I guess."

He finally decided to speak up as he sat beside you, "Why do you do that anyways?"

"Hm?" You looked back to see him fixating you with a small frown, then asked somewhat cautiously to avoid upsetting him, "Do what?"

"Deflect."

"...I dunno." You broke eye contact to stare at your creation and conjure an answer he'd be satisfied with, "I guess I just feel like I need to earn it or something..."

"You don't feel like you deserve a positive critique? That pains me y'know, here I am wanting to inflate your ego and yet here you are doubting your own boyfriend-"

You forced yourself to stifle a smile at his dramatic flair, "I'm sorry, but-"

"Do you really believe you have to work for any praise from me?"

"No, I mean, yes, well-"

"Don't hurt yourself."

"Shut up!" You managed to get out with the laugh he pulled from you. "It's just...weird to explain, and hard to understand."

"Try me~"

Internally thankful for him diminishing any unease you had left in you, you clasped your hands together as you began, "It's honestly not that big of a deal, I'm just so used to putting in the work to hear feedback or get a clap on the shoulder. So when I don't do as much as I would or as efficiently as I'd hope, it's unfamiliar territory hearing someone praise me regardless."

"So," he spoke from his reclined position, "you're basically not used to receiving compliments you haven't worked for?"

"I guess?" You awkwardly toyed with your fingers and added with an airy laugh as you looked back to Tetsuro, "That makes it seem like I can't handle being called attractive."

He adjusted his posture so he could lean towards you to pull your chair closer, then proceeding to lean his head on your shoulder. Wearing a contemplative but committed smile, he concluded, "Guess I'll have to flatter you so much that you're used to it."

You playfully pushed at him until he wrapped his mile long arms around your torso. You give up by that point and say "Isn't it bad to flatter? You don't want me to get used to it anyways, I might develop an ego."

He burrowed his permanent bedhead into your neck and countered, "There's nothing wrong with a bit of confidence."

"Mhm, famous last words."

He chuckled before he tightened his hold around you and looked up to meet your eyes, "I'm serious. I'll make sure you can't find it in yourself to doubt...yourself. That came out weird, but you understand, I'd rather you feel like you achieved something instead of getting frustrated with trying to meet expectations. Just do as much as you want without worrying whether or not someone will judge your efforts, your evaluation of your work always comes first and matters the most. And if you really feel like you wanted to do more, then work on it. But do it for yourself."

You wanted to say something in response to his insightful monologue, but he genuinely left you speechless. It's been a long time since someone made you feel like they weren't telling you 'it's okay for you to not do your best', 'you're only human', or 'it's not that serious', only for you to feel like you were underperforming or doing the bare minimum. Perhaps it was Tetsuro's sincerity that made his words stick in your brain much stronger than anyone else's, because you know he'd never sugar coat his words to make you feel better. He's the bona fide embodiment of honesty.

He seemed satisfied irregardless of your lack of response, "And remember that."

"...Tetsu?"

"Hm?"

"Thank you."

"No problem." His face changed in little to no time after saying that. "Actually..." he trailed off mischievously.

"Wha--pfft!" You desperately tried and failed to push his hands away from you.

"You owe me the rest of the night now that you're finished with your project."

"I--hehehe--I'm not done-"

"It looks pretty done to me babe!"

As jubilant giggles bubbled from your chest due to his wandering fingers tickling your sides, you felt yourself believing that you'd eventually drop your bad habit with his help. You wanted to get better at taking his (and everyone else's) compliments, and he wanted you to feel good about receiving them, so there's no reason for your combined endeavors to not pay off.

It unquestionably took some time for you to get into a different mindset concerning your work ethic, but you eventually found yourself doubting your efforts less and less, not giving in to your past habit of comparing them to his compliments. It's gotten to a point where you'd confidently say you're enough to deserve his praise and affection without having to prove yourself in some way.

And Tetsuro can say with certainty he'd never grow tired of reminding you of that singular fact every moment he could.

Suna

Rintarou could only feel an odd sense of nostalgia, amusement, and the slightest bit of irritation after you made a degrading comment about your academic prowess. He invaded your study session and playfully complained about you ignoring him for your studies, which led to you saying something along the lines of, "Well I wouldn't have to study so much if I wasn't so dumb lol." That in turn prompted him to throw you on your bed and call you a polymath, something you had to look up the definition for since he wouldn't tell you.

"I'm not a polymath, that sounds so extra."

"It's a perfect description! 'A person of wide-ranging knowledge and learning' describes you to a T."

"You only picked that word because I'm cramming."

"Not gonna lie, I kinda did. But it's not extra."

"I'm not that smart-"

"Are you calling me a liar?" The question was a serious one, but the tone he used to ask it was anything but.

Your befuddled brain had trouble comprehending that however and sent you into a flurry of words (if they can be called that), "N-No but-"

"Then take the compliment, you're a genius who's cramming like crazy for a test they want to do well on." He said while delivering a heartfelt thump to your forehead with a straight face.

You waved his hand away to rub at your forehead and retort, "Geniuses don't cram. And 'polymath'? Of all words?"

A smile finally broke through, irrespective of your usual difficulty accepting his words as the truth, and he said, "No need to be modest~"

You stubbornly remained silent as you went back to your phone.

Anyone who didn't know you well would easily pass off your reaction to compliments as excessive modesty with how good you are at discreetly rebuffing their words of praise. It's a good thing Rintarou knows you well enough to understand that your 'excessive modesty' is more so you not knowing how to accept praise without seeing the downside to their words. In fact, your self-deprecating nature only truly comes out when you're alone with him, something you'd offhandedly disclosed when you assumed he wasn't listening. Not that it needed to be verbalized, he came to the conclusion on his own after some time, long before dropping the 'best friend' label between you two.

He'd normally grow frustrated from repeatedly dealing with someone else's internal issues or bad habits; having known you for so long though, he could never muster the energy to stay mad at you or blow up in your face. Especially since, as you said, you can't quite help the pavlovian responses after using them for years.

You've thankfully gotten better at not contradicting any approbation that comes your way, only stumbling on occasion when a simple 'thank you' isn't at the forefront of your mind. And though you refrain from making it a constant occurence, you show in your own ways your gratefulness for Rin's help getting you to this point. Some may think his practical nature clashes with the need for reassurance or stability, but you think that down-to-earth approach is needed.

That aforementioned gratefulness is currently being demonstrated, in your opinion, by allowing him to interrupt your study time for a cuddling session (he argued he was doing you a favor).

"What're you thinking about?" Rintarou mumbled from his place on your torso.

You put your phone down to acknowledge him, "How much you have to deal with me when-"

"I don't deal with you, I love you." His head shot up as he said that with a stern look.

"-when I get in my moods."

He laid his head back down, "Well you're doing better now, yeah?"

"Yeah, I am," you said sincerely. A blanket of serene silence settled as you ran your fingers through his hair, only to be lifted when you asked lowly, "You really think I'll do a good job on that test?"

"You're a literal brainiac, you'll be fine."

"That doesn't guarantee anything, math isn't my strong point."

He looked back up, "I think the fact that you've been locked up in your dorm room surrounded by any and all studying material and hardly replied to my texts until I broke in says you're going to pass."

Though said in jest, you feel sentimentality settle in your heart after his elongated response as you say, "Wow, you must really love me, huh?"

"You have no idea."

Some part of you takes that to heart, knowing that he truly does love you more than you could hope to comprehend. Considering how swift he is in tackling your deep-rooted insecurities and uplifting your self-esteem, you'd say his everlasting support is a testament to how fathomless his love is.

Love won't get you a passing grade on your math exam though. One look at the time had you pushing at his shoulders and saying, "Rin, get up, it's been 30 minutes."

He squeezed tighter and burrowed his face in your stomach, "You said an hour-"

"You said an hour, and I didn't agree to that-"

Kunimi

Akira is well aware of what backhanded compliments are, all too often being on the receiving end of them himself, and sometimes dishing similar comments out to others who rub him the wrong way. So when he sees you've changed your hairstyle and pulled on a jacket before the day was remotely halfway over with, he knew it probably had to do with what your classmate said earlier. She attempted to pass her comments off as genuine praise, but you and Akira were never fond of how she liked using insults disguised as compliments to get under everyone's skin. Her saying, "You should wear ponytails more often," seemed innocent enough until she tacked on, "you wear your hair down too much if you ask me." And as for the shirt, "What made you decide to dress up today?"

That one is self-explanatory.

Akira is now left sitting on the couch, mindlessly scrolling through his phone and wondering how to approach you about what happened. Although he makes it a point to not force you into speaking your heart out, you do tend to keep mishaps to yourself (in your own words, "I don't like dumping my issues on you.") Of course he had an in-depth conversation with you about doing that, going so far to say he wouldn't mind even if you talked his ears off, something he knows isn't likely considering how little you actually speak for long periods of time. But during the few moments where you did, you mentioned once, and only once, how you had trouble taking compliments seriously because you'd oftentimes hear backhanded ones from your own family.

That gave him context as to why you used to fixate him with certain looks whenever he said something nice about you, and he never made a huge deal out of your reactions. He understood where you were coming from because you opened up and spoke to him, in spite of your previous fears of him dismissing you due to the mien of indifference he exudes around others.

Right now however, you're doing the opposite, and he's quite frankly confused.

He lazily pulled himself off the couch and travelled to the kitchen to say something (he's not sure what to say to be perfectly honest). He watched you for a bit as you flipped grilled cheese sandwiches in a pan before he stated nonchalantly, "You changed your shirt."

"I just wanted to change into something more comfortable." You answered effortlessly without looking away from the task at hand.

Good excuse. He'd call you out on it, but the fact that you're giving an excuse in the first place tells him he should proceed with caution. He leaned on the counter, listening to the sizzle of butter against the surface of the pan, and contemplates his next move. He feels pretty enervated right now, he probably doesn't have to bring up the university girl, you two could just relax for the rest of the day. Lie in bed with the grilled cheese sandwiches and watch a corny movie to poke fun at, and maybe finally have a talk later on or tomorrow, whenever you seem more open to the possibility-

That's just more trouble, he thought to himself. The statement sounds a bit mean in his head, but he knows he wouldn't be able to completely unwind with you if his mind is stuck on this. More important than that however is you being avoidant of the topic, worrying him more than he'd like to admit.

With a soft inhale, he starts-

"It's something how someone I don't care for, let alone hardly know, can affect me like that," you randomly say as you remove the sandwiches from the pan once they've reached an optimal crispness.

-only to let out a breath when you speak first.

You glanced back when you add, "I figured I might as well say something since I could feel you psyching yourself up."

He pursed his lips and returned with, "I wasn't 'psyching myself up'. Just thinking if I needed to start or if you wanted to." It's not until after hearing what you said when he realizes another thing that bothered you, probably more than the comments themself: the idea of someone who's not close to you managing to hit you where it hurts definitely isn't one that's easy to come to grips with.

"It's nothing any different from the usual, just me paying too much attention to the negatives." You finally turn the stove off and turn to look at him with a tentative expression, "I know what's her face was being kind of sarcastic, but another girl came up to me later and said my ponytail was cute. I could tell she was being legit, so that made me feel a little better I guess."

"It was cute." Akira said honestly.

Your heart fluttered from the comment and spread a sensation of fuzziness throughout you. The fuzziness, however, waged war with the dubiety that was bound to arise after today's events. "You think so?"

He grabbed your hand to pull you closer and say, "I know so."

"Even though I rarely wear it?"

"You know it doesn't bother me how much you wear your hair down. You're the one with the cold ears."

A small laugh rumbled out of you, but you still found yourself asking, "What about the shirt?"

The smirk he suddenly donned warned you of his incoming tease when he answered, "It's nice and all, but you should really start wearing mine more-"

"I'm wearing one of your shirts right now you overgrown sloth."

"I meant out and about, like to uni-"

"Aki!" You protested, but knew you truly had no real difficulty going along with his request, it's mostly a matter of privacy.

"Really though," he pulled you in for a hug, "however you dress should be up to you. Some blonde background character in the back of class definitely doesn't have the authority to judge you, got it?"

"'Blonde background character'..."

"Neither of us remember her name, admit it."

You silently pulled away to grab your plate of grilled cheese sandwiches before saying, "Let's eat these before they get cold."

He light-heartedly rolled his eyes but followed you to the bedroom as he said, "You should wear your ponytail tomorrow just to piss her off."

"Shut up." You laughed him off but didn't feel all that opposed to the idea.

Himekawa

Aoi would be lying if he told himself he didn't develop some kind of interest for you when you took up the managerial position of the team; he is lying by pushing aside the fact that his interest actually started from your time together in class. He invariably observes you any time you're in the same vicinity as him, feeling revitalized from the sound of your voice reverberating around the gym, while managing to turn his head away at the speed of sound when you nearly catch his eyes on you. His fellow teammates are all too aware of the effect you have on the freshly turned 2nd year, especially the former 3rd years who visit on occasion, but it's not as though he's been fervently hiding his growing adoration for you. He oft gets called out whenever he seems to be waiting for you to come back from one of your duties, somehow being the one to walk you home when the rest of the team trickles down throughout the endeavor, and when he's bringing you up in conversation much more than intended.

To make a long story short, his year and a half of knowing you gave him ample time to espy a perplexing mannerism of yours that only makes itself known when you hear any laudation about yourself. It's nothing remarkably alarming, but you tend to boomerang compliments. You're not necessarily unaccepting of the compliment as far as he can see, but you aren't directly accepting it either.

Normally, he wouldn't pry about things unless they needed to be pried about; you don't appear to be outwardly denying any of your positives at least. But the earnestness that lights your eyes up tends to flicker when you receive praise, and he feels that in of itself warranted him confronting you about the topic. Which brings his attention back to right now, where he's currently walking you home without the habitual bustle of the team to accompany the stillness of night. After internally giving himself a pep talk, he decided the best time to strike up a discussion was now. He waited for you to finish your recount of today's practice match to look ahead and speak, "Hey, I've been wondering about something."

"Hm?" You purely responded, none the wiser about what he planned to ask, yet acutely aware of his fidgety state when you glanced at him in acknowledgement.

The curly haired male stumbled his way through his question as he picked at his bag strap, "Um...why do you always...throw compliments back at someone when they give you one?" He quickly added with a frenzied wave of his free hand, "N-Not that you have to tell me, it's just, you kind of look like you aren't comfortable, and you never really acknowledge-"

"It's fine, Aoi," you stopped his rambling with a verbal reassurance and leisurely smile. "I didn't think anyone would figure there was something wrong so long as I responded in kind with my own comment."

He didn't think there was something intrinsically wrong with what you were doing, but you went on to answer his question anyway. "I just don't want to come off as hubristic or arrogant, y'know?"

That makes sense. "But I don't think anyone would see you as such if you simply thank them. You're really modest and generally nice to everyone on the team."

"You'd be surprised," you said lowly, promptly taking on a despondent demeanor and looking away from him.

"Ah." Though your answer was short, it held quite a lot of weight and helped him paint a more comprehensive picture of why you react the way you do to praise.

His brief response gave you a certain impression and elicited you to say, "Sorry I'm being such a downer right now."

He stopped walking and lightly grabbed your arm to evoke you into doing the same, "You're not being a downer."

His small action coupled with the equanimous tone he used pulled your gaze back to his resolute expression. He continued, "I don't know about anyone else, but the team and I never compliment you thinking that it'd inflate your ego, we just genuinely appreciate how much you do for us and we want you to know that."

His words of encouragement lifted your spirits, but one small concern still plagued your mind, "I think the problem is that I don't know what exactly to say in response. I feel like 'thank you' isn't enough, but saying anything more might seem pretentious. And then I kind of get stuck trying to choose one or the other, but I end up saying something back instead. It's easier than saying nothing."

He gave a hum of rumination and started back walking as he said, "I think saying 'thank you' is more effective than you think."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah," he said confidently. "If it really bothers you that you can't think of a follow up, I'm sure most people would understand if that's all you can say."

You then asked fretfully as you're not quite convinced, "What if they expect me to say something back?"

"Then formulate a compliment when you're ready to give them one." He's surprising himself with how smoothly he's generating these answers. Perhaps it's the switched roles of him being the one who knows what he wants to say for once, or the subject matter pertaining to a personal matter of yours. Either way, he seemed to help you deduced from your outlook appearing more enthusiastic and satisfied.

"Okay," you said at the sight of your house just a few feet away. "I guess this is it for now."

"Yeah..." He really didn't want to go, but like you said, it's only temporary. Had he taken his line of sight away from the streetlamp on the side, he would've noticed your shared hesitance to end the conversation. Though he supposes he probably felt it in the unanticipated hug you pulled him into, feeling himself go red in the face from your affectionate side that all too often makes itself known around him.

He hovered an arm over your shoulders, not quite sure if he should reciprocate, this hug somehow feels more intimate than the quick ones you give him back at school.

"Thank you." You spoke faintly into his team jacket.

"Oh, uh, no problem! I mean, I really didn't do much-"

"You did, more than you think," you finished with a brief tightening of you arms before letting go.

He lost his chance to hug you back, but the beaming smile you sent his way when you pulled back somehow made him forget about his second long disappointment. Your infectious exuberance made a smile of his own grow on his face as he waved and said, "See you tomorrow!"

"You too!" You yelled as you walked backwards and waved back.

As he turned around to find his way back to his own home, he thought back to the small exchange just now and realized you already got off to a good start with accepting compliments by thanking him so simply.

He also realized he likes hearing your wholehearted "thank you"s more than your rushed and forced returns of praise.

Bokuto

"You don't have to say that, Kou."

The partially grey haired boy tilted his head much like an owl at your statement from his seat across from you, subconsciously slackening his hold on his pencil at you once again shooting his compliment down like a fighter jet. "What do you mean 'I don't have to say it', it's true."

You seemed conflicted but still smiled as you ignored your homework on the table in front of you to elaborate, "I'm saying that you don't have to say all these things to make me feel better or-"

"And like I said, I say these things because they're true!" If his tone wasn't an indicator of his growing exasperation, his puffed out cheeks certainly were. It's no secret he has a huge crush on you, well, it's no secret to everyone except you. It's not as though he's tried to hide his fondness of you however, he takes any opportunity he can to hang around you and and his heart jumps for joy when you give him the time of day. The only bad thing he has to admit to himself is how you can't seem to take him seriously, at least not in the way he wants you to.

"You're just being nice!"

"Gah!" The young man looked as though you'd just ripped his soul out with those four words. He dramatically dropped his head to the table and mumbled in a melancholic tone, "It's just like Akaashi said..."

"W-What did he say?" Nothing bad I hope.

"He said you've probably been ignoring my compliments because you think I'm being nice." Though his face is hidden, you can imagine he bears a strong resemblance to a puppy who just lost their favorite toy. He fervidly tried to ignore his friend's words, no matter how true they seem to ring at the time. Akaashi even went on to explain why he thought that was the case, every single one of his points ranging from you laughing Koutarou off to you occasionally saying he's exaggerating, all of which just served to set off alarms in Koutarou's head. That's actually what led him to run for the hills and find you to have a spontaneous study session in the library (disguised as an interrogation of the sorts).

"Oh. Is that...not the case?" Now you feel quite dumb for making assumptions.

Hearing your tone change, Koutarou lifted his head just enough to see the questioning face you give him, and decided to take the reigns of this conversation by saying, "Depends. Why do you think I'm just being nice to you?"

You cringed at the whole you dug for yourself, knowing he wasn't going to let this slide, and diffidently answered, "Well, y'know...it's you-"

He sat upright in a flash, "Is there something wrong with me!?"

"No, no," you shushed him as a reminder of the location you're currently in, "there's nothing wrong with you at all."

"Oh, okay."

You saw a imaginary glow of pride appear around him after you said that and internally laughed, but you had to pull yourself out of the sweet moment to clarify, "You're a really positive guy, so much so that...I have to wonder how much of what you say is genuine or out of courtesy."

The glow died down, "Oh." Only to return in a different form when he perked up determinedly, "But I wouldn't lie to you about something I compliment you over, really."

"But you compliment me about everything!" You inwardly flinched at your loss of control over your volume, but continued, "Kou, it's fine and all to compliment me, but you even have something nice to say about my flaws. It's one thing if it's debatable whether or not it's really a flaw, but me accidentally wearing mismatched socks to school isn't something you compliment."

"But they were cute-"

"See? You're doing it again," you pointed strongly.

"But I can't help it when-" I like you! He nearly finished his sentence but closed his mouth before he said something he wasn't quite ready to put out there.

"When what?" You're seriously wondering what he's trying to say and why he stopped himself from saying it.

"...When I care for you." He spoke a bit embarrassedly as he pouted to the side, something that noticeably caught you off guard. "I only compliment you so much because you deserve it. Like when you fixed your hair up, or when you submitted that artwork for the club application-"

"Oh God, don't remind me of that atrocity."

"I really liked it!" He passionately added as he shook his fists in front of himself, "And when you helped me with tutoring! Half of this stuff I could hardly understand without your help." He most definitely would've kept going on had you not put a hand up to stop him from doing so.

His words struck a chord in you and made you think for a few seconds about what he just said. Mayhaps the one thing that kept you from totally dismissing his compliments were how specific they tend to be, as he'd just exemplified, proof that he wasn't pulling all of this out of his ass and just being nice. You felt an innocent warmth tickle at your cheeks, but paid no mind to it, "You really think my tutoring helped?"

He finally spoke happily at the first sign of you taking his words in, "I know it did, Akaashi even said so. Even though I kind of got us off track from what's in front of us," he finished with a laugh.

Laughing along with him, "We should have plenty of time to finish this."

"Oh, do you have the macarons you mentioned earlier?" He excitedly peeked to your back beside you.

"After we finish."

He obliged innocently, not even aware of the oncoming compliment, "Okay, you know I can't help myself, they're so good~"

They're not all that. You nearly let that slip out before stopping yourself, not wanting to contradict his reassuring words already, and also knowing he'd never fib about food of all things. Thinking back to his words however makes you dwell on what he was going to say earlier before changing his answer.

An 'I like you' is probably too unrealistic.

A sudden epiphany of everything he's ever said and done had your mind blanking on you when it quite literally shone a light on a plausible yet unbelievable theory. A glance at him revealed he'd been staring at you the whole time you zoned out, the sight making your heart skip a beat as you asked nervously, "Sorry, did you say something?"

He shook his head and looked down to his paper in giddiness, "Nope."

It got hotter under your button-up, your brain struggling to comprehend that you're heavily blushing right now and doing a poor job of hiding it.

You thought to yourself as you turned to your own paper and fanned yourself, I'm fucked.

A/N: Thank you for reading this hot mess. I wish I didn't take so long with this because I've been talking about it for a few days now, but it was good practice writing about multiple characters at one like this (that and practice for writing headcanon lists of this type).

©lexinympho 2022, please do not edit or repost my works anywhere on this platform or another

#haikyuu x reader #hq x y/n #haikyū x you #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu headcanons #kuroo x reader #suna x reader #himekawa x reader #kunimi x reader #bokuto x reader #«lexi's writing» #kuroo tetsuro x y/n #suna rintaro x y/n #himekawa aoi x y/n #kunimi akira x y/n #bokuto koutaro x y/n #kuroo fluff #suna fluff #kunimi fluff #bokuto fluff #himekawa fluff

[trulybetty]

Sunday Week In Review XIV

How's everyone doing? I skipped out on last week's update since it was a really slow week on all fronts for all the things for me last week. Things picked up a bit this week - but I'll be honest, I'm having a hard time finding my feet around here at the moment and finding a groove to get into.

Not sure if it's that time of year, a bit of a writing lull or what - but I've been a little meh, not in the sad sense - more like I'm a petulant child offered six different things and I turn my nose up at all of them because I don't know what I want lol.

Also trying to figure out a system for getting through my TBR list, right now it feels like it's out of control and there are only so many I can read in a week. Especially since I want to get through some of my physical TBR pile and dedicate a couple nights a week to offline reading.

Anyway, enough about me seemingly channelling Baby Truly™️ - on with the recap of the last two weeks!

T R U L Y   U P D A T E S . . .

I did a second round of the 'First Sentence' ask game, which I absolutely adore! If you haven't done it before, I very much recommend it! If you do this, tag me so I can come throw a sentence at you!

Round 2

tim x cagney (f!reader)

jack x reader (f!reader)

joel x Charlotte (OFC)

dieter x bryony (OFC)

jack x reader (f!reader)

frankie x clementine (OFC)

W H A T   I   R E A D . . .

Delta Landscaping (Triple Frontier) by @rhoorl Jess' series has me on tenterhooks for every update and then on the edge of my seat waiting for more! This last update we entered the start of Frankie's arch and while it pulls at the heartstrings, I'm so here for it and what's to come next! Also, Benny entering his Rocky era (Jess didn't write this, I've decided it) is something I'm also very much ready for!

Paranoid Hearts (Javi P.) by @goodwithcheese This series. This series is just something else and I finally got my ass into gear to get caught up, and while on the one hand, I'm sorry I started so late on the other hand I enjoyed this smorgasbord of Javi and Tabitha.

he makes life better (Joel) by @wildemaven This is such a warm comforting hug of a fic that just seeps into your bones, that makes your toes curl in softness and you re-read more than once. This is everything fluff should make you feel and I adore each and every last part of this and will be re-reading this.

Headshots (Marcus P.) by @secretelephanttattoo I was not ready for this to end, but El gave our boy Marcus the ending he and his Ella deserved and it was both spicy and sweet. If you've not read this yet, I suggest you do. Also, peep her forthcoming wip... 🔎

Thrash Metal (Dieter) by @morallyinept Jett is back with another delectably mouthwatering smutty one-shot with our favourite deviant Dieter Bravo. This is sinfully indulgent and a must-read and one that lends itself to definitely more than one read.

Six and a half minutes - Frankie's version by @avastrasposts This one calls for a breakout of the Hot Ones gif for sure, because this was the mood the entire time I read this. If anything, Frankie is not one to back down from a challenge...

Medicine (Joel) by @goodwithcheese I was so excited to see Megan had written for Joel that I had to drop everything to read this over my coffee the other morning. I love everything about the dynamic between these two and how Megan illustrates the deep affection they have for one another through their actions as we all know our post-outbreak Miller is not one quick with his words. I hope this isn't the last we see of Joel here!

M E M O R A B L E   P O S T S . . .

Heidi’s amazing mood board inspired by Sequins! 😍 I’m still in absolute awe of it and I love it so much! I think it's going to get a spot on my work desk this week! 💕

These thots had started off as Joel Thots, but have now morphed into Tim Thots and I'm not mad about it... might share a little snippet later 😏

@morallyinept's 'Ode to Writers' this week - I'm going to refrain from getting on my soapbox here (I'd be here all day) - but the table is not finite, it's infinite. If you're not inching your chair down to make room for another chair, or pulling the spare chairs in from the garage, then maybe you need to re-evaluate your relationship with this community.

E N J O Y E D  T H I S  W E E K  . . .

Finally watching ‘Strange Way of Life’ and getting to live message my thots to @rhoorl as I watched - it was a cinematic dissection.

Date night with Mr. Truly - we spent the entire two hours wondering what people do on dates aside from watching their phones and waiting for a call to say your kids are out of control and have taken over Nakatomi Plaza. But needless to say, we had fun, I even ate a meal without someone else's hand in it.

Amazing moots being mooting awesome 🙌 - I'm thankful every day that I get to interact with some wonderful people and have found a lovely corner of this hell site to play in a sandbox with some amazing people 💕

S P E C I A L M E N T I O N . . .

Check out this writing challenge that myself and a group of people that I'm lucky to call moots created that we would love for you to join in on! Everything about it is random and everyone starts with the same parameters and everything else after that is up to you! So excited to see what everyone does with this!

Do I know anything about Javi Pēna? Nope. Am I going to join in? Yes I am! 🙌

See you January 1st to dive into all the fics this challenge I hope produces! 💛

T H I S  W E E K ' S  J A M . . .

Thank you to @gnpwdrnwhiskey for inspiring this week's selection after she pointed out the parallels to Chiffon that I haven't been able to get out of my head since.

Hope everyone has had a great week! Here's to a great week ahead and I hope its a good one full of obnoxious drinks of choice and soft places to land and enjoy.

#betty's sunday in review #sunday week in review #pedro pascal character fanfiction #pedro pascal characters #Spotify

[namorswifeyyy]

QUICK A/N: This chapter is meant to be short so I promise I didn't try to rush this. Part 2 will definitely be longer

He's suddenly been on my mind so don't ask 🫣 I don't see that many fics about him anyway so

WORTH THE RISK

Blue Jones x Reader

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Summary: You been in a secret relationship with Blue and every moment spent with each other is precious time. This time, you come to him with one little problem..

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Tags/Warnings: Established secret relationship, mild angst, some NSFW but no sex is involved, just Blue being a naughty naughty man | 18+ EXPLICIT

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You been watching him perform on stage. His charismatic energy, his talent, and just how captivating Mr. Blue Jones is. For a while now, you two have had quite the connection. But no one can know. Why? Think about it, the risk of losing your career. The risk of your friends knowing. Who knows what could happen?

There's also so much mystery to this man. You often wonder what goes on in his head. Wondering what his intentions may be. If this relationship is even worth the risk.

But no matter what, Blue is all you think about. And you don't even know why. What is it about him that is so important to you? Who even knows? You feel as if this isn't gonna last forever.

But no matter, you have more important things to worry about. Overthinking isn't one of them.

Looking at your mirror reflection, hearing the muffled music blaring outside the dressing room. Sighing deeply, you check everything to see if you're ready to go out there. Then you hear a knock. "May I come in?" A voice says from the other side of the door, a familiar one at that.

Could it be Blue? "Yeah, sure!" You respond, loudly enough. The door opens and you see Blue walk in. You knew it. "Hey. I just wanted to come in and check on you. Everything okay, darlin'?" He asks, coming over towards you. You nod yes in response.

Looking down at the floor, then looking back at your reflection. The truth is, you weren't really feeling your best. But you don't want to let him know that.

"You sure, love? I can tell by the look on your face that something's wrong. You know you can tell me anything." Blue said. He puts his hand on your shoulder, gently rubbing it. Looking at the mirror reflection with you, admiring how beautiful he knows you are. But also, being worried about how you're feeling.

"I promise Blue, I'm fine. I was just lost in thought." You respond, voice sounding subtly shaky. Did that come off as not sounding fine?

Blue sighs. "There's no need to hide from me. Please, tell me what's wrong."

You push his hand off your shoulder and walk away from the mirror. "I'm worried about us. Should we even be doing this? Why do we have to keep hiding? I don't know if this little secret of ours is gonna stay as a secret. I don't even know if you even actually love me." Tears well up in your eyes. You turn around to face him.

"I'm just worried, Blue. I'm sorry." Your voice starts to break, stifling your crying. Now he knows.

"Now what makes you think that? You don't think that I love you?" He walks over to you and caresses your cheek, wiping away your tears with his thumb. "You mean everything to me. I'm sorry if I haven't been there enough for you. I always want to make time for you. I love you. Very much, darling."

"You promise you don't have any bad intentions with me?" You ask.

"Only nothing but good. I wouldn't even dare try to hurt you. But I have to ask, do you trust me?" Blue asks in return.

You take a breath, calming down your crying. His dark brown eyes, looking at yours reassuringly. You want to trust Blue, you really do. You don't want to let your guard down but at the same time, he done nothing to break your trust. At least not that you're aware of.

If he has trust in you, then it would only be fair if you return that trust in him. "Yes, Blue. I trust you. I promise to keep my trust in you as you keep your trust in me."

A tender smile forms on Blue's face. "That's my girl." He praises. He plants a short and sweet kiss on your lips. You can't help but feel so in love with him. You don't know how he does it but he got such an effect on you.

"I'm hoping one day we don't have to keep this all a secret." You say after he pulls away.

"I hope so too. But I don't mind it. Because that means I can have you all to myself." He puts his arms around your waist and pulls you in closer to him.

"No need to cry, okay? I'm here." Blue whispers. You nod your head yes, glancing down then back into his eyes. His presence, his touch, and words felt reassuring.

You sniffle, wiping away the last few tears from your eyes. You take a deep breath, calming down. Something about Blue just keeps you grounded. Is it his reassuring words? His love and devotion to you? Regardless of what it may be, he is making you feel at peace.

But then, you start to notice more things about Blue. His looks was one of the many things that made you fall for him. Aside from his suave nature, his talent, his charisma, and many other things. You admire how handsome he is.

Not like you haven't before, you always have. But this time, it's more than ever.

Looking into his eyes, noticing the seductive look he often has in them. Without even trying. Without even doing anything.

Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, having some naughty thoughts about him. How are you willing to communicate that? You thought "I'll show him how much I want him right now."

You then start to look at his lips. Suddenly craving him. Without even saying anything, you go in for a kiss, this time more longer and more passionate. You feel Blue's hands roaming across your body. Tongues touching each other. Having him gently tug your bottom lip with his teeth.

"You're mine. And only mine, you hear?" Blue says in between kisses.

"I want you, Blue. Take me." You tell him, barely catching your breath. "I need you, so bad."

He takes notice of how needy you became for him. Seeing you in such a state. He couldn't help but be so turned on. "Take off your top." Blue commands.

You follow his order and you take it off. You toss your top to the side, to be surprised by the feeling of his lips on your neck. Kisses turning into soft bites. Moving closer down to your collar bone down to your breasts.

Sucking onto your skin, making you whimper at his touch. But you want more. You want him to ruin you.

You feel Blue's fingers intertwine with the back clip of your bra, seemingly trying to take it off. Then you hear it unclip. He pulls the straps down and drops your bra to the floor. Your bare chest, now exposed to him.

Blue gently squeezes your soft breasts, leaving hickeys on your neck. You let out a moan as he just completely ravishes you. Fingers in between your hard nipples. Making you whimper more and more underneath him.

"Fuck...Blue. Keep going." You want more. You can't help but become such a needy mess for him. You become his naughty girl, and only his.

You take notice of hard bulge in his pants. Feeling it so close to you. How bad you want it inside your wet, aching pussy. How badly he just turns you on.

Blue even noticed how wet you're becoming. He puts his hand under your skirt, touching the wet spot on your panties. Rubbing your clit through the fabric with his thumb. You gasp at the sudden touch down there.

Slow, circular motions against your throbbing clit. Your body is just begging to feel him inside you. "Already so wet, aren't you?" Blue asks, making eye contact with you. You're trying so hard not to squirm. He's just so good with his hands.

Then you both hear a knock on the door. "Shit!! I gotta go! Get dressed, now." Blue pulls away from you, picking back up your bra and your top from the floor.

You hurriedly get clothed, watching Blue exit the room. Wondering who knocked. Hopefully soon you and him can continue where you left off.

To be continued...

Replies and reblogs are very much appreciated!! Part 2 will be coming soon

#oscar isaac #oscar isaac hernandez estrada #sucker punch #blue jones #blue jones x reader

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How I organise my (fic) writing in Notion

@this-geek wondered how I organised my works in Notion, and considering I'm nothing if not always happy to ramble about anything concerning lists and sorting my various things, here we are ;) thanks for giving me an excuse to talk about this haha

Under the cut because I have unfortunately rambled quite a bit (sorry!)

Okay so first off: I really only use Notion for my fic writing (I prefer to work on original projects in physical notebooks or Word, for reasons unknown to even me) and I only keep my first drafts in here. I move on to Google Docs for second drafts (again, who knows why I do this? I sure don't!) Anyway, onto the organisation:

This is what my main page looks like! I have some fancy sidebars I never really use, the to do list is horribly outdated, and I haven't updated that quote (from one of my favourite book series: The Locked Tomb) in ages, but I still think it looks nice!

The thing this is mainly about, though, is the part in the middle that says "all fics". This is what Notion calls a database. It's basically one gigantic collection of pages (in my case: fics) that you can add tags to and display in various different ways. I prefer gallery view because it allows me to add a picture to the overview if I want to. I used to do this for my Locked Tomb fics and it looked pretty fun:

The thing is that it's also a lot of work to find pictures to match your fics (and nowadays I'm more focused on writing than all the thing surrounding it) so my Golden Girls overview looks more like this! I still like the gallery view because it gives you a little preview of every wip :)

As you can see, there's lots of different tags under the titles. The stuff you see in this view is a quick overview (mostly to help with sorting, so all my posted wips line up, and the rest shows up according to which state of unfinishedness they're currently in)

When you click any fic in this view, you'll be taken to the actual fic, and its complete overview of tags & info! I like to keep track of a lot of things (when I remember to, anyway). Here's a little overview for the things I tracked for the finish line :)

Created: shows me the date I started the document (and therefore the fic). Very useful! I love this feature a lot

Fandom: is mainly there for organisation purposes! I set my gallery view to toggle per fandom, so it's all sorted into neat little sections thanks to this tag

Characters: pretty self explanatory

Type: I've got several categories here: "one-shot", "multi-chapter", "drabble", "ficlet", and (reserved for one AU in particular) "i honestly don't know anymore"

Status: again, there's quite a few options for this one: "plotting", "writing draft 1", "1st draft", "2nd draft", "finished", "posted", "hiatus" and "abandoned" (which I rarely use)

Quick summary: is where I play around with my ao3 summary whenever I'm bored and don't really feel like writing

Draft 1 wc: I usually just put the final word count for the first draft there, unless I remember to track individual writing sessions (in which case I add those word counts as well, like in the example above, because I love looking back on the process!)

Draft 2 wc: I tend to completely retype a fic into my google docs for the second draft. Once I've done that I put the end result into my Notion doc

Finished wc: after I've reread and edited my 2nd draft, and possibly managed to have it all get a little out of hand (like you can see in that doubled word count for the finish line, lol) I put the finished word count here!

WC goal: is just a fun way to see what my initial idea was for the fic (I try to set a goal when I've got a general idea of what I want the work to look like, and always end up exceeding it)

The rest of it is just my writing, basically! Scroll down from there and you get the body for the fic :)

I hope this was somewhat helpful! I'm not a pro at Notion by any means, but if you have any questions or need some help, feel free to ask! I'm happy to try to help out!

#notion #alys.txt #my writing #how does one tag this lmao #notion tour #is that a thing?? #i think that's a thing

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WIP ask meme

@stripedroseandsketchpads tagged me in this. And oh my god. If you think there are Too Many Words in the fic I publish, you should see my poor notes app. Here is a sneak peek of its contents. I haven't edited for brevity/those I'm actively working on, these are just all the unfinished files I could find. Some I don't intend to do any more with, others I'd really like to pick up again. The only ones being actively worked on right now are the Andor Saga AU and the first one on the list for Andor.

I put ALL the Lymond I could find in mainly for @oughtaagh who has been leaving the most lovely comments on my Lymond fics that I have totally failed to respond to. I'm sorry! I will cycle back round to Lymond one day, it's inevitable <3

Tagging uh.... @distressednoise, @r0b0tb0y, @faceofpoe, @donnaimmaculata, @batri-jopa, @elwenyere, @notabuddhist and anyone else who wants to say I tagged them! Also sorry if you'd already been tagged, I'm not keeping up with the dash very well at the moment!

Anyway please send me asks/comments/cease and desist orders about these. xxx

ANDOR

C: We decided we were thirsty, and you wanted to go to Cavo's. As yet untitled Brassian alternative scene - what if instead of a great collaborative cover story this was a great collaborative fuck? Almost(?) finished?

Saga AU pt 2. This actually does have a working title of 'The Bear and the Berserk' but this doc is just a short bullet point list of plot things for a specific part of the fic.

Cassian pov. It's a Cassian pov chapter! For...drumroll...the first chapter of the Saga AU pt 2! The rest is going to be back to Brasso FPN. The file actually includes a rough first draft of chapter 2, as well.

"You're up early this morning," Bix says lightly. A follow-up chapter to Only Ever Just One Night started back when I had epic plans for continuing this, bringing in Cinta and Vel and Luthen, whumping the hell out of Brasso, and having Cassian rescue him. This is just one scene of awkward conversation with tea though.

Oh god it developed Plot. Related to the previous chapter - a bullet-pointed list of things that might have happened in this fic I Wil Not Write (not least as I'd rather just see what happens in S2 first anyway).

AND THEN WE DANCED

It was a sunny day in Batumi... Patchy few paragraphs of the next chapter of Inchoate.

Plannnnns (again). Plans for how Inchoate would/will continue.

THE LYMOND CHRONICLES

Canon-verse/other AUs

Multiple pieces of follow-up to The next man with a ladder, Danny/Jerott post-canon: It was dark when they rode into the port town... [Chapter 3, basically done, plus most of Chapter 4 but it devolves into broken paragraphs at the end]. "I'm going to the other bed," Danny said in a voice like someone was standing on his throat... [??? there's loads of this written! This is the file where they Get Down To It] Stitch the scenes together [a few paragraphs in which I hoped to make a logical leap from Chapter 4 to fucking, but seemingly never quite got there].

Lymondar saga draft. Actually two files of the abortive first effort at writing a saga AU. I was trying much harder to write in saga style and playing with lacunae in a way that was fun for me but exceedingly nerdy. I think I found the idea more fun than the execution, too.

St Seb. Remember ages ago when I was writing a post-canon 'Jerott gets shot full of arrows and has to admit his feelings because he thinks he's gonna die' fic? This is the file! Some bullet points and some text, some of which I even posted as Sunday sixes way back when iirc.

Fait prosperer qui n'est à croire vain. Fuck me, there's LOADS of this. Pawn in Frankincense/Ringed Castle AU where Marthe steals Lymond's ride with Kiaya Khatun and persuades her they should take over Russia together. Meanwhile Francis is left with Jerott. Hahaha. It kept getting longer because Francis kept trying to escape and I kept finding ways to drag him back, but the 'and now kiss!!' with the two of them behaving in character was just not coming easily.

Francis Crawford's Holistic Inquisition Agency. I wrote this??? One chapter of a Lymond/Dirk Gently AU, where Francis is obviously Dirk and Jerott is a furious/bemused Todd.

She tried every instrument, she redrew every chart. A few short chapters, never finished, of Marthe wrestling with her role in canon and her fate as assigned by La Dame. A couple more paragraphs of a similar sort of thing in Volos.

Malta. Half-arsed few paragraphs of wondering how Jerott would cope with meeting a fellow Knight being imprisoned for sodomy.

Band AU (my 1980s rock band AU for the series, see also @theartistknownaslymond)

Au of an Au. What if, after the Battle of the Bands at Solway, Jerott went to stay at the Edinburgh townhouse for a while and he and Francis got to collaborating in the shed? There's quite a lot of this and it's quite fluffy.

Out out out! The band celebrate Thatcher's downfall. Happy epilogues for everyone! However it's an epic task trying to do all the characters justice, so I was trying to write it as vignettes to match each song on the playlist. Six-ish are written. And earlier draft with plan for characters intercting is in Ding dong the witch is dead.

Jerott/Marthe - four times it just about worked, one time it really didn't. What it says on the tin? aka you just know Jerott has said 'Francis' instead of Marthe at least once when he comes. Only the beginning of the first time exists in this chapter, but I think I explored the idea elsewhere, whenever I dig up that file...

DWTH missing scene. Jerott/OC missing scene from Don't wake the house. Not finished, probably not going to be finished. I think I have enough Jerott smut on the go.

Workshop. Patchy draft of pre-canon Jerott and GRM 'therapy' session in which GRM learns about Francis Crawford and what a hold he has on the boy he thought of as his own plaything. GRM doesn't like sharing.

F/P. Draft of a fluffy kiss prompt someone (@erinaceina? @notfromcold?) sent for Francis/Philippa. Post-canon pregnant Philippa and worried Francis written when it was too hot in summer. It's probably complete enough to post tbh! hmu if you want it posting.

Jerott behaving badly (again). Somehow this ended up in the 'comfortember' section of the notepad, which...no? Maybe it was intended to be originally, but it grew a life of its own. Post-canon, post split-up with the OC, pre-getting together with Danny. Joining the mile high club and regretting it, then ending up crashing at Joleta's (who he meets coincidentally at the airport, NOT who he's screwing in the airplane loo!!). It's meant to end up cathartic, but didn't get finished :') I'm actually really pleased with what I have - post-canon Joleta is so much fun to write!

Somewhere (Google Drive?? an actual Word doc??) there is also loads and loads and LOADS of Pawn in Frankincense band AU around Baron Morgan's place (the Aga Morat), featuring fucked-up Francis/Morgan, fucked up Marthe/Kiaya, fucked up Francis/Kiaya, and bewildered cold turkey Jerott. There's also some Jerott/Marthe from later on.

Other

Crossover. A sequel to my ATWD fic I will shake mountains, where Merab and Irakli encounter celebrity diners in the restaurant they work in: respected musician Francis Crawford and friends take the boys for a drink and share queer/artistic inspiration/history with them. There's quite a lot written but I couldn't quite manage to finish it off.

St Mary's. Another ATWD/Lymond crossover, placing Merab and Irakli among the mercenaries of St Mary's. Mostly bullet points.

3m. Furious that there was no fic for the film Three Months I decided to jot down a scene I wanted to see afterwards. I wrote four lines and cannot remember what my plan was at all.

#often i think it would do me good to fear a wordcount more #my wips #my writing #my fics #wips #wip ask meme #memes #asks #please send asks about any of these!! #long post #:))

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it's actually been leaked for some time, although — and not to sound whiny — any time i've posted it or just talked about it i've gotten 10+ anonymous messages telling me i'm the devil and ruining the establishment of taskmaster with my irresponsible gossiping. so i didn't post about it and deleted any of the asks/convo about the new cast, even though ofc everyone has had tonsss of thoughts about it 😅

anyways would have laid down my whole life betting john robins (one of THE most obvious future tm contestants, being such a good friend of alex's!) and joanne mcnally would be on so i feel very vindicated — and excited! — in that regard! we're gonna have a great time :)

someone sent an anon asking about people i'd bet — not who i want, but who i'd bet — would be on the show so i'll think more about that and post later this week! the series will def have more seasons so i'll try and get some guesses in heh

OMG ME TOO her name is mabel! she's sooooooo cute ≧◡≦

hello anon!! actually you don't need me for this, it was recently posted on tv_bunny :)

enjoy!

she's great! she reminds me a lot of roisin, in that when she's not doing her semi-pre-written joke material, she's supremely good at hanging, bantering, fitting in with the vibe. i really appreciate that when it comes to panel shows particularly! but i can't say i've seen much of her standup

(wait — can i digress for a second — roisin is one of the ONLY recurring catsdown contestants who actually brings in sensible mascots that have the purpose of helping her/bringing her luck, and her presentations of them are always so hilarious and she deserves more credit for that)

+ not important but i really like her voice

thank you for sending her well wishes <3

i appreciate the message and you weren't the only person to say this, but i think some people are only part-way informed as to her journey reclaiming her name. her intention was never to scrap the nickname shappi or stop people from calling her that; it was 1) to reconcile her experience growing up in the uk with her name and how that led to her committing to shappi as a teen, and 2) to be published, credited, and billed as shaparak in professional capacities. she has clarified many times, including here and here, that it is totally acceptable to call her shappi; people on tv & radio still call her shappi after formal introductions, like in the new wilty when everyone calls her shappi throughout the entire episode; her social media handles are still shappi; and so on. she's shaparak, but that doesn't mean she "no longer goes by shappi". there is some confusion here i think some people are taking her journey, which was lovely to follow, as rejecting shappi — but that isn't the case.

i already updated her tag to 'shaparak khorsandi' a while ago and would definitely credit her full name where necessary, but socially, colloquially, like in the quick text post i made asking people to give shappi some love, there is no disrespect in calling her that! of course, plenty of people are credited by one name and are regularly called another/a nickname, like olivia colman who is actually called sarah by her family and colly by most everyone else. she seems really happy with having done her book and her recent show under her full name, and it's been beautiful to see her come around to love shaparak as much as she has loved shappi :')

btw for anyone who doesn't know, shaparak means butterfly in farsi!

hahahahaha that is hilarious

long story short is just that keith lemon is a disreputable character (and i mean character literally, he's not real, he's played by leigh francis!) who spends a lot of his energy shouting and oogling over boobies etc

i think it's fair to say hating on white supremacists does bring us all together 😅

i'm sorry i haven't seen it! but ugh tamsin greig is one of my longest-time crushes fr i actually think the friendship between her and stephen mangan is one of my roman empires. i have a list of scripted tv rewatches i plan to do this year — the thick of it, peep show, and so on, some of my faves ever — and green wing is def on the list so maybe i'll add friday night dinner!

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Writing Question Tag

thank you sm @janec23 for the tag! sorry for taking ages on this.

gently tagging: @halfbit, @vollzz, @scribbling-stardust, @leisoree, @your-absent-father, @magicicada-lbwrites, @clairelsonao3, @soiledcat, @mjparkerwriting, @aspiringfictionwriter, @ruinmegently

questions at the bottom

1. What is your absolute all-time favourite ideas you’ve ever had?

Honestly, I don't really know. All my favorite ideas I usually use for a wip and I don't really have a all-time fav.

2. Is there a question you’ve been asked in the past that really stands out to you, and you still think about sometimes?

Lately I've been seeing worldbuilding posts that say something along the lines of "do you know have to know every little detail about the world? is it relevant to the plot to know exactly which plants grow in each season? if it isn't, you don't have to figure that out." (plant thing example). It's a great reminder that sometimes the nitty-gritty details aren't needed and that worldbuilding can be more manageable.

3. What is your favourite part of being a writer? What parts could you take or leave?

My favorite part of being a writer is the storytelling and the adventures that I can make the characters go on. I enjoy daydreaming about the adventures and coming up with ways they would tackle different situations. What I don't enjoy is finding the precise words for each of those situations, especially the important lines. I tend to forget the words right when I need them which makes the entire feat annoying and the first few drafts will have tons of bracket placeholders.

4. What is your greatest motivation to write/create?

I love the process of creation and getting caught up in the mess of ideas. One of the greatest motivations is getting inspired or new ideas. Lately, I've been drawing and reading more and generally trying to balance all of my creative passions more which is something I haven't done for literal years. It's both exciting and strange at the same time. I still create and get into the mess of the/my process which is the best part for me, just in a different way.

5. What is the best piece of advice you’ve ever read or been given as a writer?

Use brackets [ ] as placeholders when you're writing in order to keep your flow. I've depended on this for my initial drafts for my wips since it's the only way I can make sure I can keep writing without feeling bogged down with details that I can fill in later.

6. What do you wish you knew when you were first starting out writing?

It's okay to write scenes out of sequence and then piece it together afterward. If writing chronologically dampens your creative process, writing whatever scene comes to you is okay.

7. What is your favourite story you’ve written to completion? Link it if you’d like and can!

Nothing yet so far. I've posted one chapter of you still would've been mine but I'm not really happy with it.

8. What is your favourite out-of-the-box quote?

I don't really have any favorite quotes. I do enjoy clever or inspirational lines but I don't think about them often enough to remember them.

9. Which of your characters would you say has the most controversial mindset? Why do you say so, and how do you personally feel about their ideals?

Rowan Reyes, 100%. They're anti-capitalist, anti-government, anti-rich, to just name a few movements. They're incredibly passionate and motivated and don't let things like government confidentiality stop them. I feel like this is a lot more radical than most people believe and the topics would definitely start arguments at family dinners or on twitter. Personally their ideals are a lot more intense than mine but it's something new to explore. It's very suited for their role in their story along with their society.

10. If you, when you first started writing, met you now, what would younger you think?

I would be surprised at my career path and would be surprised that I read more fanfiction than novels lately. I used to be REALLY into reading and so the shift in what I read would be surprising. Also, I'd be surprised that fanfiction exists point-blank. It's what I wanted as a kid but I didn't even imagine that it would be possible. Oh and that I transitioned. (again, something child me didn't even imagine to be possible)

question template::

1. What is your absolute all-time favourite ideas you’ve ever had?

2. Is there a question you’ve been asked in the past that really stands out to you, and you still think about sometimes?

3. What is your favourite part of being a writer? What parts could you take or leave?

4. What is your greatest motivation to write/create?

5. What is the best piece of advice you’ve ever read or been given as a writer?

6. What do you wish you knew when you were first starting out writing?

7. What is your favourite story you’ve written to completion? Link it if you’d like and can!

8. What is your favorite out-of-the-box quote?

9. Which of your characters would you say has the most controversial mindset? Why do you say so, and how do you personally feel about their ideals?

10. If you, when you first started writing, met you now, what would younger you think?

#tag game #writeblr #me #thoughts #oc: rowan reyes

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#BADBUDDYREWATCH

Ep 5

You know how Pran asked if Pat was Pran's boyfriend in ep 2 as a joke despite actually wanting that...well, after Pran's heart gets broken by learning that Pat likes Ink and any hope for him and Pat to be together has been shattered, Pran somehow is able to take it to the next level and ask Pat if he's Pran's wife. I mean, go big or go home right? What's that saying that there's always an element of truth in a joke. Pran is so brave. (This also applies to the "Who on earth told you this was cute?")

I love that there's so much of that condensed milk stuff in that sandwich that it flies out when Pat picks it up and drips over himself and the worktop.

Also...@telomeke-bbs pointed out that when Pran's making his own breakfast at the beginning of ep 2 he only makes a sandwich but here there's also eggs, sausages, and salad...which might mean he made all that for Pat.

Oh and then Pat seeing Pran eating the sausage might be why he made Pran sausages when he cooked breakfast in bed in ep 8...because he thought that's what Pran liked/ate.

Pat's "I hope you're not as cruel as to make me wait outside" has always interested me because you can hear the teasing/whining tone and also because he uses the polite form of 'pronouns' of P'Pran and P'Pat instead of the informal/rude 'guu/meung' which they mainly use (not sure what it means when P' is being used for both people but brushing over that...)...BUT I think Pat ends with a 'ja' instead of the polite 'krap', which according to @absolutebl is "used with very close friends/family and by the queer community". I think Pat uses it here because they've been joking about the 'wife' status...but I wouldn't be surprised if this had an effect on Pran even before the pleading 'na'.

LAKYIM my beloved!

If you haven't read @telomeke-bbs analysis of this first scene you should - there's a fantastic bit about how a water splash is a substitute for saying 'asshole'. Love it!

"If I see any stain on them, I'll barge into your room and yell at you" -> Pat must have had a huge dilemma with this...I mean, does he clean the dishes well to impress Pran and get his praise? Or does he do them poorly in the hope that Pran will barge into his room and scold him? I mean...that's a difficult choice!

(omg I've only just got to the credits and I've written all this already...sorry it's going to be a long one...I mean, I guess it's to be expected since it's ep 5...)

Oh the embarrassment! We've all been there Pran.

I've never really understood the "Don't butt in next time" line... Anyone got any thoughts?

Ooof Cloaked Emotions by Lama House...another piece of music that stabs me in the heart...and the title fitting the scene -> Pran hiding his feelings at seeing Ink and Pat together.

Pat eating properly because of Pran 😭

Because of the order of filming, it looks like Pat gets a haircut before his date with Ink.

😂 I can't with the horse sound effect 🤣

The mental gymnastics Pa must have done without realising to justify why she should tag along to the date that she told Pat to go on with Ink.

"I don't have to tell you I love you. I fed you pancake". AFTER INK ASKED PA TO FEED HER THE PANCAKE AND THEN INK FEEDS PA THE PANCAKE.

I'm irrationally disturbed by the continuity error with the hands on the guitar.

But that gets erased because the choreography of Pat turning his head away unblinking when Pran looks at him on that bit of music (6:06 in part 2) is DIVINE.

Also, I love Pran's hair and I know it must just be because the instrument shop scenes were filmed early on and therefore Nanon's hair was shorter/tidier (like Ohm's) but still, I love that they both look so good during Pat's Oh moment.

When I first watched this I didn't need Pa's repeated voiceover of the four signs because I got it just from Pat's expression...but now I don't mind it.

But also back to the music again because the way they edited the recap of the four signs (actually the whole instrument shop scene) with Pat and Pran's head turns, their actions, or the camera angle/frame changes hitting either the piano chords or the 'silent' suspensions in the music is actual choreography and adds to why this scene is SO GOOD. They are dancing to the music...and the irony of them being in shop surrounded by instruments...

I've just noticed that during the bread-eating scene, the pink and purple of the condensed milk tube is amplified by the painting on the wall behind, the sticky tape and post-it notes behind, and the selection of pens in front...

This has already been pointed out, but the lyrics of the song Pat suggests they sing in the flashback, Never by 25 hours, basically reflects Pat's loneliness when Pran went away. brb crying.

When We Were Younger instrumental over the flashback scene 💖

That flashback is Pat wondering if Pran liked him, no? I mean, I know Pat is realising his feelings for Pran and remembering back to high school is part of that...but that particular memory is Pran telling Pat he wants to write something that reflects the idea of 'born to be together' and two people growing up together falling in love as well as them writing the 'are we friends or are we something more?' song...so Pat must be wondering how Pran felt and still feels now.

Pat's freshy day outfit!

I must have known this already but can't remember if I've written about it before when I've talked about this shirt, but the word 'pineapple' is written in both red and blue on Pat's shirt.

Oh the hurt in Pran's eyes when Pat says the song is lousy.

'silly' ... 😭

PRAN THE WARRIOOOOOOR!

And we're back to Cloaked Emotions. This time Pran is forcing Pat to stay quiet.

You know how the production team created the condensed milk tube...well I wonder if they put a rose on it because that's the usual flower people give as gifts to those they like...and Pat bought it as a gift for Pran...effectively buying him a rose. But maybe this has already been pointed out.

"IT WAS DEPRESSINGLY LONELY FOR ME" 😭😭😭

Pat's tear...😭 Then Pran's tear...😭 (and mine of course)

Oh god, the way they both move towards each other...

THE MUSIC when their lips touched...

It's the way we all thought the ep, the show, had reach its peak at that short first kiss because the music hit a crescendo and BECAUSE THEY HAD KISSED already in ep 5...but then not 10 seconds after their lips had parted the show absolutely DECIMATED us with that epic second kiss. Pran pulling Pat in, the hand on the neck, Pat's first hand gripping the back of Pran's head, the gasped inhales as they shifted their heads, Pat's second hand joining his first, the increase in speed, Pran's second hand also going to Pat's neck, the symmetry of it, the MUSIC, the way Pat hunched into his shoulders to devour Pran's mouth, and the slow pull away as the music tailed off...

Pat's smile and breath of relief

Pran's devastation

The rain

Pat's tear-filled eyes

Baseball mom

The prolonged black screen at the end as the music ended...

The way I was never the same again.

This ep has such special memories for me, not only because of the show and what it did to me but because of where I was when I watched it. I've since sold and moved from the apartment I was living in at the time and I treasure the memory of settling into my sofa with a blanket over my legs, a warm cup of tea and something sweet to eat, the light slowly dimming to black outside even though it was only 15:30 (it was end of november and I lived in Sweden), and then the euphoria when I realised this silly little Thai romcom bl was doing something different. Ep 5 part 4 not only changed me in many ways but it changed the way we watch bls now. We have higher expectations - a bar has been raised - and I'm seeing where shows are reaching for it. Last December, I watched the GMMTV Live for the first time because I caught some people talking about it on tumblr (I didn't know anything about it before even though I'd been watching Thai bl for a year). Now, I'm ridiculously excited about seeing it this year, to see what we may be in store for next year. Hopefully they will build on Bad Buddy, Vice Versa, The Eclipse, and others. And I know there are other production companies and I'm also excited to see what they do too...and for all the gl coming out... But back to Bad Buddy ep 5 and it was this ep that finally brought me to make this blog because I needed a way to process what I was watching - and to scream about it with others. I had never analysed a piece of media in this way before this show and I've since continued with many others. This is who I am now. This is part of what I mean by Bad Buddy changing me. And I'm thankful for it, and for Aof, Nanon, and Ohm, and for all the people who I've interacted with on here about it. There is something exceedingly special about this show and I wish I could adequately express it to the whole world but I also want to keep it for me, and for us, to treasure always.

#bad buddy #badbuddyrewatch #bad buddy episode 5 #episode 5 my beloved #one does not simply leave the rooftop #yes. as suspected. this ep broke me again #I am writing this from the afterlife #happy bad buddy ep 5 rewatch day everyone #I'm off to have a beer now and watch ep 6 straight away #not only to recover but also I'm suuuuuper busy next week so I have to get through the next 5 eps this weekend... #I'll schedule all my posts in advance #oh I got a bit personal there at the end #this show dammit #lin live-rambles the bad buddy rewatch

[hawkeyedflame]

"anyway, go ahead and post your screenshots, like i give a fuck. i never said anything in that server that i don't stand by still, and i certainly never harassed anyone. while you're doing that, maybe go outside and touch some grass. like, seriously. live your life outside in the real world like a normal person and you might realize that nobody gives a flying fuck about your internet temper tantrums."

This is just Peak ironic and hypocrisy of you and your friends given what they were doing in there but I'm sorry that you just want to sweep everything underneath the rug and act like you're forgiven or have Redemption now when you haven't done anything to become a better person lol lmfao even.

It's super duper funny to watching you try to take the high road here 😂 but just know people know the real you twerp

2) Rules for the not we must be very strong motto with you too 😂 But again it's so crazy how you just lied and then immediately resended that lie and tried to wiggle your way out, you want to talk about being racist or sexist or homophobic but wait till the screenshots come out and I'll tag everything appropriately there for you and see how your friend still feel about you but deep down you haven't changed and wont change just like your creepy pals that were in there with you haven't stopped or changed as well but I'm going to guess that you just conveniently avoided all that somehow huh 3) You were so upset over hominis and his wife both racist sexist garbage people 🤡 enjoy your side show clowns ya freakshow 😂 Karma will see to you, don't worry ugly. 4) Awe you're upset of cisnowflake too another horrible sexist racist loser? For all your projecting and positioning you try to do on your page you're still just the same person you have been 2 years ago and even further back because no matter where you go or what you do you are still you Paige and your true colors will bleed back through and you can't change the hate in your heart anymore than you can change how retarded, ironic and hypocritical you are 😂 Cuz again I don't see you renouncing your friends Behavior or what they did or your part in it you're just mad because I'm here calling you out about it while you're trying to save face. I mean again if you truly moved on and are turning this new page relief you could have just apologized or said you know what that situation was horrible but no you double down back to like you always do and will again. Garbage person, simple ass 🤷‍♂️ 5)Again it's just funny you go from you weren't in any kind of Discord doing harassment or talking shit about people you dont even know and then you admit that you were in there and you stand by everything that you said but then say you've changed and its others problems what you did and caused. Yup that's the way to have integrity and maturity and to get to the next level of being a better person for sure just sleeping everything underneath the rug and flipping everybody off in the process. I hope your life is as "pleasant" as you have been.

I go to bed and then go to work and come back to this word vomit... You might actually be more deranged than the chick from the FMA fandom who was tweaking out about me supposedly being a transphobe. I'm legitimately impressed by your dedication. Honest.

So anyway, this is really funny, I guess since you're on anon like a spineless worm, you're giving me the liberty of having the last word, because I certainly won't be answering any more asks from your crazy ass after this lol

I am friends with very few people in that server. The people who are/were in there at the time that I was also using the server were acquaintances at most, with the vast majority being strangers I'd never met. I never once participated in harassing or being hateful towards anyone while I was using that server. As I said, post your screenshots if it will make you feel big and cool. I do not give a fuck. It's not like I'm going to waste my time looking at whatever "evidence" you think you have on me.

I didn't lie. I said I don't use servers, which is true. I did not say that I've never used servers. 2+ years of not participating in any servers constitutes saying that I do not use servers. You're grasping at straws, it's pretty sad.

When was I ever upset about Hom and his wife? They can take care of themselves. This doesn't even make any sense.

This is actually just really funny. You're here on anon trying to tell me you know me well enough to know whether I've changed as a person. I have, believe me. Just not in my political opinions. I don't need to renounce anything or apologize for anything, because I am not any of the things you are accusing me of being, nor are any of the people you have brought up by name in this weird little mental breakdown you're having in my inbox.

Again, didn't lie. Didn't talk shit about anyone I don't know except for a couple of creepy-ass tumblr losers that were outright stalking a couple of my acquaintances. Perhaps you're assmad because you're one of those stalkers? Much to think about. My life is extraordinarily pleasant, yes, and getting better every single day. Thank you for the well wishes. Happy new year :)

#Anonymous #long post #hall of shame #sorry to everyone who has to see this on their dash #i somehow manage to acquire creepy obsessed fans even though i've been on tumblr like 5 times in the last six months lmao