#like what? theres nothing? just a couple of guys? if im looking for fics where theyre fucking im not looking for a fic where everything is

[p2iimon]

drawing more furry fnaf art. yknow just to keep you posted. i love posting in the tags sorry these ones got away from me

#sammy is a brown bear (like freddy). his mom is white like funtime freddy #then crying child is blue (like bon bon. and to go with lizzies bonnet pink) (theyre not twins in my au but they definitely act like it. so #its like cute.) mrs. afton is blue violet (rockstar bonnie) bc i was running out of colors. i had already assigned her blue anyway. #max is black bc i seriously ran out of rabbit colors. or! no wait shadow bonnie. thats totally the inspo and not i had made his ears black #already. i think thats literally every rabbit color available. the afton family is pretty big. ig vanny. who would go with vanessa. obvi bu #shes not in my au. or at least not an afton. and therefore not a rabbit. if she was though shed be white. #and if you havent seen any previously drawn ones henry and william are yellow (obviously. they already have fursonas. theyre the reason #everyone else gets one. LOL) micheals purple like classic bonnie (who... is purple even if it was then retconned. hes purple. look at #withered bonnie. i hate ppl who say its just lighting. thats a lie by big blue bonnie. he was literally purple and then he changed his mind #like i said lizzie is pink like bonnet. and then charlie is black like lefty. because duhh. #DONT ask me about how this shit works okay. the rabbit dated the rabbit and the bear dated the bear. bc thats what happened. theres not #here. the bears got divorced. and the rabbits. the yellow rabbit and bear are fucking #no um. i like willry but i think if they were really fucking. i just think things would go differently. henry's gay in my au i dont think i #he actually had a man to fuck he'd manage to have children. its not who he is to me. will is bi but he obv thinks henry is some exception t #him being perfectly normal and straight. everyone wants to fuck their business partner. otherwise youd do it yourself #ig they can fuck after. i hate when people do these boring aus where henry and william never get married and william isnt a murderer and so #like what? theres nothing? just a couple of guys? if im looking for fics where theyre fucking im not looking for a fic where everything is #nice and clean. be serious. can we at least have some angst about it being the 70s or are you too much of a bitch for that too #anyway..... #simons spouting #simons fnaf au #OH also if anyone reads this whats the stance on this stupid idea i have where sammy pretends he has a thing for michael to annoy max. bc. #their parents had a thing for eachother. and sammy and max have a more familial relationship. and michael and charlie have a familial #relationship. but michael and sammy have barely met and do not at all. is it pushing it? i was thinking yknow from sammys perspective that' #'his sons' dad but! like you can fuck your sons dad. that's not weird. unless thats the way youre phrasing it i guess LOL. but i guess #michael would be like. thats 'my sisters' brother. and that is not someone you fuck*. BUT this isnt michaels perspective its sammy being #annoying. and from sammys perspective that is NOT his sister and there for NOT his sisters brother. *also im pretty sure this is subjective #if youre just friends. yknow. the ethics of sammy using this to bother max is not on the table because i think he deserves to be a #a bit of an ass. anyway LMAOO fkdglfg. let me know if youd like ive got anon asks on. please dont judge me for not knowing this.

[residentevildash-moved]

I gotta ask what the different face models you're talking about are and what that means. like the ramifications you said

hi rowan im going to preface this with i am insane autism mode and other illnessesthey havent discovered yet about resident evil and my opinions are subjective

the difference is basically between having leon look like how he does in the original line of games (resident evil 2, darkside chronicles, resident evil 4) and animated movies/tv series (theres 3 movies & 1 tv series) (which those versions look kind of weird but theyre similar enough that they look like the same guy) or making him look like their retconned version of him that they used in the remake of re2

the one on the right wouldnt bother me so much if it didnt take precedence over leon's regular design. as in, the redesign is treated like the 'correct' version of the character, which gives me a headache because theyre effectively different guys. leon in the 2019 remake is different from leon in the original re2 both visually and personality wise, and i mean overall personality and demeanor. orig leon is kind of bitchy, obviously trying hard to play off like a hero guy, and lame with a veneer of "im cool trust me........". 2019 remake leon is.. just kind of some guy? the remake tried to be more realistic and marketable to a wide audience of modern vg horror fans, which resulted in it having less personality as a resident evil game (resident evil is campy cheesy schlocky. thats what makes it unique thats the original premise). so the leon in it is a nice, random guy. the effect of THIS is . and the main thing here the main point of all of this is fandom treatment. the design by itself wouldnt matter much but its coupled with how leon is considered and treated in "fandom" spaces. which. the 2019 version brought an advent of irreparable woobification that makes my ears ring. and sexualization too i guess dont get me started. i hope this is making sense. the design is symbolic of my greater issue with the whole thing ..... it means ill be assailed by images of faux-leon when i try to look up my favorite character (which I ALREADY DEAL WITH WHEN LOOKING UP RE2 CONTENT!!!! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD LEAVE ME ALONE!!! i look up "1998 resident evil 2 gamecube leon kennedy" and i STILL see images of the fucking nothing guy who people write omegaverse ship fic of!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

i also have a personal issue where the 2019 redesign lookslike/reminds me of someone and so this also contributes to my rage response i think. important to note

hope that all makes sense the short of it is that a resident evil 2 girl is being smashed to pieces with hammers into dust

#i also JUST woke up and am bad at being concise

[sailorhyunjinz]

Do you write yandere? If so, can I request skz yandere headcanons on how they would react when S/O rejects them because she doesn't wanna deal with whole drama that would come with dating an idol?

i mean kinda?? i have a seungmin yandere fic in my drafts sooo BUT YEAH

oh also, requests are not open but im just gonna do this one cause headcanons are kinda fun BUT REQUESTS ARE CLOSED <33

also why is the felix one so short-

Warnings; yandere!skz, rejection, k-dnapping, slight gaslightning or like manipulation, restraints, threats, aggression, mentions of masturbation, stockholm syndrome

Chan

nobody rejects him. nobody.

you two were friends from school and you were sooo happy when chan made it as an idol, finally persuing the dream he had been yapping on about for years. 

but in the midst of that he realized that he had feelings for you, he missed you all the time, just wanting to hang out with you and maybe explore the things he had on his mind. so,, he decided to confess when you guys were at a cafe.

“look y/n,,, there’s something I wanna tell you” he started to which you tilted your head

“nooo,,, are you guys going on a tour again,,, i wil miss you sooo much channie” you said with a pout but the boy shook his head.

“i like you y/n” 

your mouth stood agape, this was not what you expected and truthfully,,, not what you wanted. 

“chan,,, y-you know thats not possible” you said with a frown, looking at him straight ahead.

“of course it is,,, why wouldn’t it be? w-what are you trying to say y/n?!” his voice started growing louder, you looking around in order to see that people werent turning their heads towards your table. 

Minho

you have made a big big mistake my friend- 

wont even hesitate to keep you hostage in his basement LIKE IM NOT JOKING-

might just tie you up and like,,, not even do anything to you, just talk to you and admire you, maybe tracing your facial features and cuddle closer on the cold floor

just wants to keep you as a pet or smth and you are scared out of your mind cause you cant move cause of the restraints, you cant speak because you have silvertape across your lips that he only removes to feed you but if you start screaming you wont get any so you deicde to just stay calm and quiet before someone saves you and play along. 

i mean you do,,, kinda fall for him but you know you cant,, but you cant help but to fall for him and miss him whenever he’s out on schedule things

he always returns to you and you get so happy when you see the little crevice of light from outside when he opened the basement door

whenever he lies next to you, you put your head against his shoulder and take in his scent the best you can

he told you everyday that he would let you go if you agreed to date him but you shook your head,, maybe cause you liked being his prey. 

Changbin

he’s more of the threatening type of yandere,,, like,, not that he’s violent but if you try to block his number he will create new ones and keep on sending you messages about how you have betrayed him and how he wished that you loved him back and all that,,,,

you guys often meet because you go to the same college and are students in the same department sooo,,,, avoiding him is pretty impossible 

he stares a lot at you,,, you guys have a couple of classes together and he just stares the entire time, his eyes are just filled with revenge, he somehow wants you make you his, own you but he doesnt know how yet, for now he can just look.

watch this fucking message conversation just be this;

[why did you talk to him during class?]

[you could have just asked me]

[nobody loves you like i do. no one y/n]

you are never getting rid of him basically,,

he’s gonna get to you first ;))

Hyunjin

i feel like he goes more to the stalking route than the kidnapping and drugging and whatnot- 

ok,,, you rejected him,,, but that doesnt mean you’re getting rid of him.

ohmygod what if he turns into a peeping tom- cause he obviously knows where you live. 

like yall were not even that close?? he just saw you backstage at one of the concerts and thought you looked good so he decided to go up to, you werent an idol so no problem he thought.

but he gets a bit too,, hasty with his decisions and often falls for people randomly and so when he politely greeted you and gave you his number you simply shook your head, explaining that this wouldn’t be possible since you worked in the same industry and you needed to stay clear out of any scandals in order to keep your job. 

no was not answer in Hyunjins mind. 

luckily he managed to catch your full name by flickering through some papers in an office and also saw your full adress there, knowing exactly what he was going to do on his free time. 

Jisung

if im being completely honest,,, i have no idea-

like,,, he gives me kinda pervy yandere vibes,,,

what if youre like his ex before he became an idol and now he wants to get back together with you-

oh,,, he masturbates to your pictures-

i feel like he always thinks about you, wondering what you like and wants to write songs about you but he doesnt do much-

but when he finds out that you have been hired by the same company as him to work as a like,,, economics accountant thingy he is all of a sudden vEEERY interested-

always asking the manager of when the group will have meetings with the accounting team,,, although they had nothing to do with them-

he just wanted to be in a conference room with you (and think pervy things about you in your tight office skirt and white blouse)

you went to the toilet on day and you saw him lurking around the same floor,,, WHICH ONCE AGAIN WAS NOT CONNECTED TO THE GROUP AT ALL- 

and idk,,, probably sneaks in with you and locks the door before you even react that theres someone else in the toilet- 

i feel like he’s pretty mild,,, but when he’s alone with you he is aggressive broooo

probably pins you to the wall and threatens you or smth along those lines,,,,,

(writing this is what my life has become to-)

Felix

“what do you think you’re doing?”

you turn around again, you had just thought of just leaving with a vague answer to his question but he was not having it. 

“answer.” 

his words sounded cold, his dark voice making an entrace, the exact one you’ve heard on many of the songs you listened to.

“felix,,, you have to understand,,, u-um,, if we date theres gonna be some issues” you said but he just stared at you with cocky eyebrows and a dark gaze, running his tongue on the inside of his cheek.

“do you think i care? would i ask you if i cared?” he said to which you shook your head automatically, what more could you do?

“you get until tomorrow to think and if i don’t get the answer i want well,,, we’ll see what i’ll do to you.”

Seungmin

he plots shit behind your back yk?

he’s more of the sneaky type of yanderes (oop spoiler to a fic heh)

like he makes this like fucking year long plan where the objective of the mission is to make you obssessed with him-

he starts kinda subtely,,, first its going to the same gym as you and like,,, knowing where you placed your stuff

and then he starts putting small notes like under your waterbottle when you went to grab something that say like “i think youre cute, call me” and then his number

you obviously dont react,,, because why the fuck would you contact a stranger at the gym 

BUT THEN you realize that its him, its mf kim seungmin. yo,,,, u didnt know he went to this gym,,, that was not,,, the best-

of course you got a bit interested,,, you wanted to know how he was off camera,,, like just in his everyday life and i meeean,,, he was attractive but obviously you should stay away bc,,, he’s a celebrity but seungmin didnt want to stay away

he notes somehow started to get more aggressive,,, suddenly being like “why are you ignoring me?” and such,,,

and one night you were left alone in the gym with him,,, it was sooo quiet, only the sounds of your strained breaths as you lifted a dumbell

here where the plan came to play ;))

Jeongin

he’s obsessed with you and you are not going anywhere, even if you rejected him. 

he’s more clingy?? LIKE HE WILL NOT LEAVE YOU

ok sure,, he falls more into the stalking category too,,, 

also veeeery much a obssessed kinda yandere,,, like his mind is not thinking about how to like capture you,,, more about how to make you soooo comfortable and fool you into loving him despite the circumstances?

i just imagine that you work in a cafe and jeongin often meets you there when he buys coffee and you are already in awe when you see fucking yang jeongin enter the coffee shop on your shift but you were even more excited when he leaves his phone number on a napkin and slides it over the counter before leaving. 

you thought about it,,, contemplating multiple times but,,, you decided it would be best not to since well,,, safety purposes 

but he would visit you and every day his face got more and more perplexed cause he wondered why you didnt call

mf would not leave you alone, he would even wait outside the coffee shop until you finished your shift and walk you home,,, so now he knew where you lived- 

and then do the same thing over and over again until you talked to him.

does. not. give. up. 

#stray kids headcanons #skz headcanons #stray kids yandere #skz yandere #anon #Cherrymail🍒

[grittybuggs]

Bo Sinclair Fic

prompt: “are you going to hurt me ___? like something you can’t take back”

warnings: NSFW, typical violence, harsh language, bruising, choking, slapping, hair pulling. kind of a longer fic

-

there you were, bent over a strangers counter, being ruined by a man you’ve known for 20 minutes. “shit, your tight, that boyfriend of yours ever fuck you darlin’ ”. you could practically see the grin on his face as he forced his cock in and out of you. you could care less at the moment because he was right, randy barely ever fucked you. you didnt know why either. was it because your on the heavy size? or is it because he just isn’t into anymore? all you knew is that you felt so fucking good.

the mans hand snaked around your body, rubbing harshly at the most sensitive part if your body. you let out quite the seductive moan and he loved it. smacking your ass hoping to get an even better reaction, growling when you made even more lewd noises. skin to skin contact, moans, and aggression is all you could hear flowing out of his garage.

you were getting close and you knew he was too, you could feel him loose his rhythm. “f- fuck, im gonna cum”. you stuttered out. “shh shh shh, better be quiet before they hear what a slut your being for some dumb hick”. he recalled the words from your friends, with much more venom in his voice. his words made you shiver in embarrassment, knowing how the group would react to a person like him. “go ahead cum for bo darlin’ ”. bo, that name suited him well. you did as you were told, dripping for the greasy mechanic. “look at you, a mess, just for me”. you could feel him twitch inside of you, he gripped you hair, hard. your neck was strained as he dove his tongue into your mouth, covering your moans as he spilt his seed, filling you more than you could hold.

- (time skip until later in the night because im lazy)

you were running. where? the hell if you knew, you wanted out, away. you heard the last scream of your friends. that sent a deafening ring through your head. you stopped, behind a sign of one of the shops in the beginning of town, you could care less about being seen now. everyone you had was gone, randy, jesse… everyone. you had just caught your breath, but then you heard a whistle. for being a simple noise it was extremely horrifying. “where ya at darlin’? come on i ain’t gonna hurt my pretty little slut now am i ?”. this situation really fucking sucked considering your panties were still soaked from his cum dripping out of you all day. you flushed at the thought of earlier that day, are you stupid?? thinking about that right now. thinking about being railed by the man trying to kill you.

you wanted to try something, and holy fuck if it didn’t work. you stood from your current position behind the sign, hands up. “bo? im over here!”. this was so dumb, why would he spare you, huh? because you were a good fuck? you doubted your movements but went along with them. “there you are sugar”. he came around the bend with a sweet smile on his face. he was covered in blood, but what looked like his own due to the injuries covering his tense and sore body. you slowly approached the man, not wanting to startle him. “are you going to hurt me bo? like something you can’t take back”. he chuckled. “no, im not gonna kill ya, i actually wanna keep ya, make ya mine”. you wanted to shutter at his words. make you his? like a pet? why you? “let’s go up to the house, okay”. he sounded very calm as he snaked his arm around your waist to lead you.

bo was on top of you, you were both sprawled out on a rickety old couch. soft hums from him and breathy moans from you. you lost count of how many hickies he was leaving, you were sure you looked like a dalmatian now. you had lost all shame you felt when he pushed you through that door. you heard a car door, but both of you were too deep into the kiss to care. until a large thud and slamming of a door rattled the house. “what the hell vincent!”. bo screamed knowing exactly who it was. vincent seemed scattered and worried. little did you know he was worried bo would be mad about him loosing a victim. although you were the victim he was missing. bo jumped up and took vincent into the connected kitchen. you could hear mumbles but nothing coherent. when you popped your head over the back on the couch they both looked at you, bo with a smirk and vincent with a head tilt.

“hey bo?”. your voice was soft, nervous to make any real noise or to say anything wrong. “what’s up darlin’ ?”. his icy blue eyes staring at you. “you got any floss and a needle?”. you wanted to clean him up, and you already knew how to suture cuts because of randy. he had gotten into one too many fights. “yea i think, why ?”. while vincent was still confused as to why you were here bo had moved closer to you waiting for a response. “well theres a couple deep cuts on you and those can get extremely infected without being closed and i can stitch you up real nice”. you smiled and it looked like he was about to melt. Bo had never really had anyone who wanted to help him, other than Vincent of course.

Vincent reached around to his back pocket and pulled out a small pill bottle, he walked over and handed it to you. Pointing and making a small grunt to tell you to open it. There inside sat a needle and green thread. you looked up at him and thanked him. he nodded and walked off to what you assumed was a basement. you had turned to bo and he was already seated at the dinner table, which was placed in the kitchen. you walked over to the sink, feeling bo���s eyes never leave your body, and turned on the hot water.

-

HERE YOU GUYS GO, ITS UN FINISHED JUST TO LEAVE YOU ALL HANGING MWAHAHAH!!! anywaaays i will finish it buuuuut you guys gotta wait <3 LOVE YOUUU

#bo sinclair #boshusband #house of wax #slashers #holy fuck #horror #slasher fandom #bo #bosinclair #writing #how 2005 #vincent sinclair

[comfyswitcherblanketfort]

Horse info 101

A horse girl’s guide to the basics for fic writing with an important and lively horse involved:

This got kinda long I’m kinda sorry but not at all lol 

There's three basic gaits (speeds with different patterns of hoof-fall/leg movements

Walking is the slowest and is a four beat gait, meaning each foot hits the ground at a different time. Usually the same pace as a walking human when the horse is calm. Some breeds can walk HELLA fast though. Most horses will fill the same spot/hole where their front hoof was with their back hoof on the same side. If they overstep they clip their fetlock (joint lookin bit above the hoof) or pastern (bit between the hoof and fetlock) and can injure themselves. 

Now trotting. The middle gait, a person can jog next to a trot at a comfortable pace but if you push them a little horses can trot faster than your average HS track endurance athlete. Once again some breeds can trot HELLA fast. This is a two beat gait in that two diagonally opposite legs are moving in unison. In some english saddles (I’ll get into that later if we have class time) it’s easier to post while the horse is trotting rather than sit for the gait. That just means you stand up in the irons (stirrups on an english saddle, we’ll also cover that later) at the same time that one of the front legs moves forward. 

Also, see how the trotting horse’s head looks? That’s how they travel when they’re relaxed and attentive. The tucked head thing you see Roach doing is because there’s tension on the reigns and Henry learned to ride for an english seat not a western pleasure seat (might get into those but they’re really not important)

Time for the Canter/Lope. This is a three beat gait so that means two legs are moving in unison and the other two are not. Horses canter/lope fast. This is the go-time gait. Some performance/dressage horses are trained to canter extremely slow but if we’re talking transportation trained horses they’re not gonna be that kind of slow. Your average human is not gonna be able to keep up with this for long if at all. This varies in speed too. There's a rather casual canter seen in the gif directly below, then below that is the balls to the wall canter/lope that most horse people just refer to as a run. That’s as fast as they can go.

Basic tack names

Halter + Lead/Lead Rope - these can be made of rope, leather, nylon (more modern) but the halter is generally used for leading and tying.

Bridle - this is the one that you use while you ride, it holds the bit in their mouth. There’s millions of different types of bridles but they’re usually made out of leather even now. sometimes you get rope/nylon ones but I don’t trust them.

Reins - connect to the bit and you use them to steer and control speed. Horses trained in western or one handed riding will ‘neck rein’ which means if you move your hand to the right and the left rein brushes their neck they will move to the right.

Bit - the metal piece in the horses mouth. most english riding bits are broken (joint in the middle) and most western ones are solid. there’s a gap behind the horse’s front teeth and that’s where the metal sits. Some horses have smaller mouths than others and do better with solid bits because the ‘broken’ ones will hit the top of their mouth and hurt. There’s also things called ‘shanks’ on some bits which are just longer pieces of metal that attach to the sides of the pieces in their mouth and point downward. This gives the rider more leverage and makes any tug on the reins stronger. (google “Horse bit shank” if this doesn’t make sense)

Saddle - you sit in it. simple right? wrong. There’s two main types of saddles, Western - with the horn like you see in the running gif, and English- the loping gif without the horn. The saddles used in the Witcher look like the pre-english saddle versions but the basic parts you need to know are the same. The part where you ass goes? that’s the seat. the part right in front of your crotch? That’s the pomel. that’s your ‘oh shit handle’ if anything goes screwy (other than the mane). The part that sticks up and keeps your ass in place? That’s the cantle. I like western saddles SO MUCH MORE but i also grew up mainly riding western so im biased. 

Stirrups/Irons - stirrups and irons are where your feet go. In western saddles they’re called stirrups and they’ve got wider decorative leather flaps (called fenders, also originally added to protect trousers/legs from the horse sweat and the buckles of the cinch) and on english saddles they’re called irons because they are usually made of iron and rather slim. Geralt’s irons look pretty similar to modern ones, slim leather straps, minimal iron (or steel or any other strong metal really). Traditional english riders have knee high boots like you see in regency costumes which removes the need for the fenders like on western saddles. 

Cinch/girth - this is what keeps the saddles on. You take a strap and attach it to one side of the saddle, run it under the belly right behind their front legs and attach it to the other side. Its usually made of a strong fabric with wool or some kind of softer lining for western riding. English riding uses a leather one most of the time though this horse girl hates them because they’re harder to cinch up. English saddles use buckles while Western saddles use another leather strap to run through the chinch/girth buckle and you either tie it off or use it like a belt. 

Chest strap - this keeps the saddle from sliding backwards. It’s attached to both sides of the saddle by buckles and between the front legs its attached to the cinch/girth. this is pretty universal but not always used. Geralt uses one though. 

Saddle pad - goes under the saddle to protect the baby’s back and whithers (spot where the neck meets the back and the mane ends)

Tacking up and untacking takes time. This is usually 5-10 minutes when done at a leisure pace and done right.

Basic grooming

Brush down before tacking up - you don’t want stuff chaffing the pony while you ride

brush after untacking- helps clear skin of irritants and feels nice

Shedding scraper/curry comb to get rid of shedding hair - if you want a pic of these just google them I think I’m close to the pic limit for my post. 

HOOF PICK - keep the baby's feet clean and clear if rocks so they don't bruise but also so nothing get infected

Yes, plz brush their mane it gets MATTED - a hairbrush works but a wide tooth comb is best

Horses roll to itch their backs and clean off, sounds counterintuitive with the dirt but it works

Shaving a little spot for the bridle to sit is pretty modern but it's easier for everyone involved

Horse Colors- guys roach is not brown she’s a chestnut color

The only thing I have to add to this is that the “Leopard” one is called “appaloosa” in the US at least, and “Pinto” is also reffered to as “Paint” and there’s all sorts of different patterns that you can see. also i want a buckskin so bad. yes i was obsessed with Spirit as a child why do you ask?

Travel care of your babies

Horses CAN and have subsisted off roadside grasses and grazing at night BUT it's good for them to get a lil something extra ESPECIALLY if you’re keeping them in a stall at night where they can’t graze.

Hay and grains like cracked wheat, oats, barley and the like are commonly found in horse feed. Also a lil drizzle of molasses is chock full of calories and all my horses LOVE the taste.

also while we’re talking food: some horses cant keep all the juice/bits in their mouth when they eat apples (we fondly call it making applesauce) or other treats/veg. Yes it gets all over your hand, yeah its kinda gross, but there’s worse things.

Shoes. Babe's need horse shoes. Especially if they're walking over rocks and roads.

Throwing a shoe (when it comes off on accident) is painful sometimes and if left un-dealt with can affect their joints and spine. Imagine walking around in one heeled shoe and one athletic shoe all day. Ow.

On that note though, on lighter travel seasons it's nice to give their hooves a break from shoes (also cheaper)

Horse moods:

horse mood ear chart here: I cant add much tbh

If a horse is comfortable/happy/relaxed they will ‘chew’ on nothing. Just kina a little lip smack type deal. My horse’s bottom lip would hang a couple centimeters below his top one when he was relaxed and I would put my chapstick in it while I fussed with other things.

When a horse is uncomfrotable/scared/tense their lips get sealed tight. I call it ‘fish butt lips’ bc they’re watertight and NOTHING is getting in there. 

Stamping hooves can be a few things. Antsy and ready to roll, nervous, deadass scared, or playful/excited. 

A full whinny is communication - saying hi, warning, scared, etc.

the really soft whinny is called a nicker and its my favorite sound okay? that’s little soft communication and its usually reserved for times when they’re comfortable.

When they’re really relaxed they’ll cock one of their back legs kinda how we shift our weight to one hip. 

general fun facts:

Some horses fake limp when they don’t want to work bc they are lazy and smart and realize their person will get off and check them out and maybe even give them a rest. 

You do a preliminary leg injury test by running your hands slowly over their legs and checking for hot spots - inflammation caused by injury is warm

Basic horse saftey is never stand directly in front of the horse if theres a possibility of spooking, if you’re gonna walk behind them walk out of reach of their hooves or right up against that ass. If they cant get a good wind up it wont do as much damage (on that note though I rode/trained horses for 18 years and was only kicked once by a foal). 

It’s kinda common sense not to walk/sidestep between your horses legs and under their belly but we do it all the time bc its a trust thing? adrenaline? its fun?

laying on your horse’s back sans saddle, and facing their butt is so nice okay, that ass is soft and cushy and perfect for a nap. I miss laying on my horses while they ate like this every damn day. 

Horses can sense your moods. Not unlike the whole ‘witchers smelling you’ thing. They can feel a difference in the tension on the reins and in your posture when you’re tense or relaxed.

Some horses will take care of their riders, some are absolute shits and push the limits for funsies. Some horses will only behave for people they’re used to too. Some horses have trauma from being mistreated and will have triggers kinda like people do. We had a horse who would freak the fuck out if anyone walked around with a red had but as soon as you took it off she was the most level headed horse we had.

A good portion of horses (Who aren’t scared of children) will behave better with kiddos or novice riders because they feel they’re nervous.

If they hurt while they’re moving they usually limp but sometimes they’ll buck. It’s their defense mechanism. 

Horses can’t sleep for too long laying down because their body weight will collapse their lungs. Most horses sleep standing up.

They can sit like a dog and it’s hella cute. 

Stung by bees? Most horses will take off at a dead sprint bucking and hopping unless you’ve done a lot of trust work/training with them

They also run and jump and buck and rear to play.

If theres two horses in a pasture together one will chew at the other’s whithers (or anywhere else) to ask them to scratch them the same way. its very cute and they sometimes try this with people.

horses hug. I cry. 

the whole deal with the rider/horse relationship is it’s a mutual trust you’re building. They let you sit on their back and do weird shit and you trust them not to throw you.  

Thank you for coming to class today! If there’s any questions feel free to message me! I’m not kidding I wanna answer your questions and I miss my horses so this is fun for me.

@elliestormfound​ here it is boo! lol 

#the witcher #fan fic #writing tools #horse girl geralt #horse girl solidarity #this got out of hand but what can i say

[evgneedstosleep]

Well that happened

Summary: 

Ranboo isn't hyper dysphoric, he's gotten quite comfortable with his body and, yes, there are moments when he's dysphoric. But what happens when stealth Ranboo forgets that he has a chest? ;000

or

crack fic where ranboo comes out to Phil and techno

   Ranboo has gotten quite comfortable with himself. For the longest time he was incredibly dysphoric about his body, it was rough to say the least. But after several years, shit got better and he no longer binds all the time, like he used to do. When he's alone, he can safely walk around with just a shirt on, no hoodie or binder, just him and himself.

   But one day, Ranboo sort of just forgets? Nothing unusual about Ranboo forgetting something, but he sort of just forgot he was trans? In other words: the enderman forgot about his tits.

   Like every other morning, this morning Ranboo woke up, slightly cleaned and tidied his shack and after just lying in his bed and staring at his ceiling decided to pay a visit to his neighbors. He's gotten quite friendly and close to the hybrids and would often visit them to drink some tea. So the enderman hybrid put on his dress shirt and after looking at himself in the mirror for a bit, left his shack.

   After the small walk to Technoblade's and Phil's house, he knocked on their door.

   'Oh hi, Ranboo!' Phil opened the door 'came to join us for some tea?'

   'Yeah' Ranboo sheepishly smiled and Phil let the hybrid into his house. He shook of the snow off his shoulders and boots and stood next to the door, not exactly sure what to do with himself.

   'You can help out by setting the table, if you want to help' Phil smiled at the awkward boy. Ranboo sheepishly ducked his head and went straight to the kitchen.

   Phil started boiling the water and out of the corner of his eyes observed Ranboo, something seemed off about him today. Phil grabbed the tea pot and tea and waited for the water to boil, still looking at the hybrid who was grabbing the tea cups and carefully putting them onto the small table they had. 'Something is definitely off'  Phil thought to himself 'What is it though? He seems to be acting like he usually does, maybe something is off with his outfit? Maybe he added something new to it and I just didn't notice?' . So Phil observed the young hybrid more intently, 'nothing seems to be off...' he first examined his boots, nothing new, his pants, also nothing, and then his shirt 'OH'

   Phil figured out what was off. Ranboo usually flat chest now seemed to have increased in size?

   Maybe Phil was just going senile with old age??? HOW could have Ranboo's chest just have grown??? Phil decided to stop looking at the boy and just finished making the tea.

   After a couple moments of silence, Technoblade woke up and came down the stairs from his bedroom.

   'G'morning, Phil...and Ranboo' The disheveled piglin yawned and walked past the kitchen to the table where Ranboo sat at.

   Finally, the tea was ready and Phil joined the other two at the table, also noting how Techno had quite a quizzical look on his face.

   'Hey, Ranboo could you get the cookies from the cupboard, please?' Phil smiled at Ranboo, who quickly nodded and stood up to get them. As soon as he did so Techno and Phil immediately looked at each other.

   'Ranboo has a chest.' Techno stated in a whisper as he stared at the other hybrid 'I mean, we cant know that, maybe he just ate something that made him bloat or something?' Phil whispered back, Technoblade just narrowed his eyes at the elder 'Sure...'

   Ranboo returned to the table and set down the cookie jar, sitting down with the other two. Phil poured the tea into their cups and they started quietly drinking the green tea.

   Finally, Phil spoke up 'So, Ranboo...'

   'Yeah?' the ender replied.

   'Did you eat anything new or interesting yesterday or in the past week or so..?'

   'No..? I don't think so at least, why?' the confused hybrid replied.

   'Are you wearing a stuffed bra?' Technoblade spoke up intently staring at the boy.

   'TECHNO YOU CANT JUST ASK THAT-' Phil whisper-yelled at the piglin who just looked at the elder with an expression that said if no one was going to ask, then I will  'theres absolutely nothing wrong with that, Ranboo, if you are!'

   Ranboo just stared at them confused 'What do you mean-' he looked down at his chest 'OH'

   Ranboo started laughing while the other two just stared at him confused.

   'I cant believe I forgot about that!' Ranboo said between laughs, when he slightly calmed down he looked at them and said 'well, uh, im trans?'

   'so... she/her pronouns or..?' Techno narrowed his eyes.

   'No, no! Still he/him, im just female to male! I just, ugh, forgot' Ranboo sheepishly said.

   'How could you forget that your are trans?' Phil looked at the boy with a confused smile.

   'I, uh, don't know really, must have gotten used to you guys' Ranboo smiled at them.

   'We support you by the way, any way you are, all the way!' Phil quickly added.

   'I will commit homicide if anyone is transphobic to you or to anyone. ' Techno said with his usual monotone as he took a long slow sip of his tea which made the other two burst into laughter.

#mcyt #mcyt fanfiction #trans ranboo #ranboo #technoblade #philza #crack fic #no angst

[jaekaicx]

Director's cut ask game: ⭐ for Push and Pull?

(decided to just say “fuck it” and do all of ch 1)

k so throughout the fic i wanted have this hazy vibe to it. like that fog over your mind whenever ur dreaming or youve just woken up, yk? also, that feeling of not rly knowing whats going on in a dream but also just going with whatevers happening.

looking back now i probably shouldve added a bit more indication whenever i was describing a flash rather than the dream, but i think it works how it is? either way its kinda late to change it so whatever

With a shaking hand, they reached out for Anne’s, but they hesitated. It only took a moment before he pulled back.

not much with this line, i just like it. hints to some lingering guilt and self loathing w marcy thinking he doesnt deserve annes help, even w something so small as picking him up.

then theres the bit with marcy second guessing themself and the description of dread, and honestly its just a bunch of self projection.

They had no clue where it all came from. It was as if they spoke the words right as they popped into their head.

something something this being a dreamworld thing so they dont really have a mental filter so he just speaks his mind

“Sort of. Only, I knew where the feeling was coming from, what caused it. Like, when Hop Pop betrayed me.”

ok, it probably wouldve made more sense to bring up sasha instead of hop pop, but i didnt want to detract from anne and marcys relationship by bringing up sasha. plus, hp and mars kind of work better as a comparison, since both of them tried to keep anne in amphibia because of what they thought was best, and in a sense put their own feelings before hers. of course hop pops intentions were a bit less selfish, but the comparison is still there.

The wind started to pick up, and the crashing of the waves grew louder. He flinched at the specs of sea water flying into their face.

The wind whipped at Anne’s hair and clothes as she glared down at him. The sky had grown darker with clouds, blocking out the sun.

Thunder boomed somewhere in the distance.

they were practically yelling over the waves and the wind.

just something im kinda proud of thinking of, ngl. i tried to parallel annes anger with the weather around them slowly worsening and a storm picking up. plus its kind of a build up to the huge wave at the end. it can also be taken as the sort of “paradise” beach thing falling apart, no longer shielding marcy from the terrible things that happened. not much else, just a minor detail im a bit proud of

A giant shadow fell over him.

this line was kinda subtle, but just thought id mention that this was supposed to be a reference to andrias towering over marcy in the episode. kinda unrelated, but i liked the imagery with those scenes with andrias looming over marcy as they tried so hard to justify their actions.

honestly i kinda struggled a bit trying to find the right words to end off anne’s whole outburst. i was kind of on a roll with everything she was tearing at marcy with, and i wasnt sure how to stop it. i did know that i wanted to bring back the stab, and i wanted the giant wave to come in, i just couldnt find a way to lead up to all of it exactly. hopefully it worked out in the end

and then the drowning and void sequence. idk i was just rly fond the idea of juxtaposing being drowned out by the roars of those you wronged and being lost in a silent void with nothing to hear but your own heart beating. i remember a youtube video i watched a couple years back where this guy tried to see how long he could last in a soundproof room, and he mentioned going kinda crazy in the silence. and then theres the ending, where i was kinda alluding to a sort of nightmare loop that marcy was going through.

i purposefully kept it vague on whether the nightmares were being fabricated by the night in order to manipulate marcy, or if they were the result of marcys own mind tormenting himself over everything that happened. im pretty sure this was before nightmar was confirmed in the trailer, so i wanted to keep it vague so that it would still hold up in canon if marcy didnt end up being possessed.

and uh yeah thats abt it.

(ask me to rant abt my fics)

#hope this format was alright #hehe this was kinda fun #ty for the excuse to rant abt my fic #i swear im trying to work on the second part #it just takes a long time for me to write hfndnsn #i will say its gonna be less outright painful #and im gonna play around a bit with shared dreamscapes #but uh yeah itll be out. eventually #just gotta get my brain to cooperate #k.txt #jace rambles #amphibia #marcy wu #he/they marcy #ask #ask game #calamity-unlocked

[la5t-res0rt]

this was written several weeks ago in response to asks i was receiving i am posting it now it is very long the longest i have ever made and it is not very well edited but here it is in this final essay i talk about how shitty rae is about black people in her writing as well as just me talking about how her writing sucks in general lets begin

hello everyone 

as you may know i have received a lot of anons in the last week or so about issues of racism in the beetlejuice community both just generally speaking and also within specific spaces 

i was very frustrated to not be getting the answers i wanted because i typically do not talk about what i do not see but in an effort to be better about discourse i went looking through discourse from before my time in the fandom and i also received some receipts and information from my followers and from some friends

keep in mind that the voices and thoughts of bipoc are not only incredibly important at all times but in this circumstance it is important that if a bipoc has something to add you listen and learn and be better

i admit that when this happened i wasnt aware of the extent of what occurred and im angry at myself for not doing more at that time and i want to work harder to make sure something like this doesnt go unnoticed again

im a hesitant to talk about months old discourse because i have been criticized for bringing up quote old new unquote but this is very important and i am willing to face whatever comes from to me

lets talk about this

content from our local racist idiot that may be months old but its important

putting my thoughts under a cut to spare the dash but before i begin obviously this is awful

lets fucking unpack this folks

right out the gate op states that she supports artistic freedom but then within a couple words she goes against that statement

being entirely canon compliant isnt artistic freedom and even so if this person has so much respect for canon they wouldnt be out here erasing lydias obvious disgust for beetlejuice in the movie or ignoring lydias age for the sake of shipping that shit isnt canon either 

also we love the quick jab at the musical there hilarious we love it dont we because god forbid a licensed and successful branch on a media have any standing in this conversation but whatever

now lets scroll down and talk about the term racebending

the term racebending was coined around 2009 in response to the avatar the last airbender movie a film in which the east asian races of the characters were erased by casting white actors in the three leading roles of aang sokka and katara 

whenever the term racebending is used in a negative light it is almost always a case of whitewashing like casting scarlett johansen in ghost in the shell or the casting of white actors of the prince of persia sands of time instead of iranian ones

this kind of racebending erases minorities from beeing seen in media and is wrong

all that being said however racebending has also been noted to have very positive after effects like the 1997 adaptation of cinderella or casting samuel jackson as nick fury in the marvel movies nick fury was originally a white guy can you even imagine

i read this piece from an academic that said quote writers can change the race and cultural specificity of central characters or pull a secondary character of color from the margins transforming them into the central protagonist unquote

racebending like the kind that rae is so heated about is the kind of creative freedom that leads to more representation of bipoc in media which will never be a bad thing ever no matter how pissy you get about it

designing a version of a character as a poc isnt serving to make them necessarily better it serves to give new perspective and perhaps the opportunity to connect even more deeply with a character it doesnt marginalize or erase white people it can uplift poc and if you think uplifting poc is wrong because it tears down white people or whatever youre a fucking moron and you need to get out of your podunk white folk town and see the real world

the numbers of times a bipoc particularly a bipoc that is also lgbt+ has been represented in media are dwarfed by what i as a white dude have seen myself represented in media is and that isnt okay that isnt equality and its something that should change not only in mainstream media but in fandom spaces as well

lets move down a bit further to the part about bullying straight people which is hilarious and lets also talk about the term fetishistic as well lets start with that

this person literally writes explicit pornography of a minor and an adult are we really going to let someone like that dictate what is and what isnt fetishistic

similarly to doing a positive racebend situation people may project lgbt+ headcanons on a character because its part of who they are and it helps them feel closer to the character and there is absolutely nothing wrong with that

depicting lgbt+ subject matter on existing characters isnt an inherently fetishistic action generally things only really become fetishistic when the media is being crafted and hyped by people who are outside of lgbt+ community for example how young teens used to flip a tit about yaoi or how chasers fetishize trans people

but drawing a character with top surgery scars or headcanoning them as trans is harmless and its just another way to interpret a character literally anone could be trans unless if their character bio says theyre cis and most of them dont go that deep so it really is open to interpretation and on the whole most creators encourage this sort of exploration because it is a good thing to get healthy representation out in the world

as for it being used to bully straights thats just funny i dont have anything else on that like if youre straight and you feel threatened and bullied because of someone headcanoning someone as anything that isnt cishet youre a fucking idiot and a weak baby idiot at that like the real world must fucking suck for you because lgbt+ people are everywhere and statistically a big chunk of your favorite characters arent cishet sorry be mad about it

lets roll down a bit further about the big meat of the issue which was when several artists were drawing interpretations of lydia as a black girl which i loved but clearly this person didnt love it because they have a very narrow and very racist and problematic view of what it means to be a black person

and before i move forward i must reiderate that i am a white person and you should listen to the thoughts of poc people like @fright-of-their-lives​ or @gender-chaotic it is not my place to explain what the black experience is like and it certainly isnt this persons either

implying that the story of a black person isnt worth telling unless if the character faces struggles like racism and prejudice is downright moronic 

why use the word kissable to describe a black persons lips now thats what i call fetishistic and its to another extreme if youre talking about a black version of lydia on top of that

the author of this post says herself that shes white so clearly shes the person whos an authority on the black experience and what it means to be a black person right am i reading that right or am i having a fucking conniption

how about allowing black characters to exist without having to struggle why cant a black version of lydia just be a goth teenager with a ghost problem who likes photography and is also black like she doesnt have to move to a hick town and get abused by racist folks she doesnt have to go through any more shit than she already goes through and if you honestly think thats the only way to tell a black persons story you need to get your brain cleaned

you know nothing about the complexities about being a black person and i dont either but you know wh odo black people who are doing black versions of canon characters they fucking know 

lets squiggle down just a bit further 

so the writer has issues with giving characters traits like a broad nose or larger lips if theyre a woman but if theyre a man suddenly its totally okay to go all ryan murphy ahs coven papa legba appropriation when approaching character design like are you fucking stupid do you hear yourself is that really how you see black men like what the fuck is wrong with you

none of the shit youre spewing takes bravery it takes ignorance and supreme levels of stupidity

do you really think you with your fic where a black lgbt+ woman is tortured and abused where you use the n word with a hard r to refer to her like that shits not okay its fucking depraved and yeah we know you love being shitty but like christ on a bike thats so much 

can we also talk about this

what the fuck is this fetishistic bull roar garbage calling this black character beyonce dressing her up in quote fuck me heels unquote are you are you seriously gonna write this and say its a shining example of how to write a black character youre basically saying ope here she is shes a sex icon haha im so progressive and i clealry understand the black experience hahahaha fuck you oh my god

on top of that theres a point where this character is only referred to as curly hair or the fact that the n word is used in the fic with the hard r like thats hands down not okay for you to use especially not in a manner like this jesus christ

oop heres a little more a sampling for you of the hell i am enduring in reading this drivel

oh boy lets put a leash on the angry black woman character lets put her in a leash and have the man imply hes a master like are you kidding me are you for real and what the fuck is with calling her shit like j lo and beyonce do you actually think thats clever at all are you just thinking of any poc that comes into your head for this 

also lydia fucking tells this girl that she shouldnt have lost her temper like she got fucking leashed im so tired why is this writing so problematic and also so bad

hold up before i lose my head lets look at some of her own comments on the matter of this character and what happens to her

hi hello youre just casually tossing the word lynch out there in the wide open world as if thats not a problem that is still real like are you fucking unhinged there have been multiple cases of this exact thing happening in our firepit of a country in the last five months alone like how can you still have shit like this up for people to read how can you be proud of work like this in this climate

and also what the fuck is that last bit 

what the actual fuck

i dont speak for black people as a white person but you do!? im sorry i had to get my punctuation out for that because wow thats fucking asinine just because one black person read your fic and didnt find the torture and abuse of your one black character abhorrant doesnt mean that the vast majority of people not only in the fandom but in the human population with decency are going to think its okay because its not 

i started this post hoping to be level headed and professional but jesus fucking christ this woman is something else white nationalism is alive and well folks and its name is rae

if you defend this woman you defend some truly abhorrant raecism

editors notes 

in order to get some perspective on these issues more fully some of the writing by the author was examined and on the whole it was pretty unreadable but i want to just call back to the very beginning of this essay where the person in question talked about holding canon in high regard but then in their writing they just go around giving people magic and shit and ignoring the end of the movie entirely like are you canon compliant or nah 

the writing doesnt even read like beetlejuice fanfic it reads as self indulgent fiction you could easily change the names and its just a bad fanfic from 2007

also can we talk about writing the lesbian character as an angry man hater like its 2020 dude and als olets touch on that girl on girl pandering while beetlejuice is just there like here we go fetishizing again wee

i cant find a way to work this into this already massive post but

im going to throw up

okay so thats a lot we have covered a lot today and im sure my ask box will regret it but this definitely should have been more picked apart when it happened

please feel free to add more to this i would love more perspectives than just my own.

#long post #racism #raecism #im so tired #thanks for reading

[molusca]

she apologized for how she handled the situation and apologized for brushing off someone's honest criticisms as hate. what more is she meant to do? throw herself onto a pyre? is she not allowed to feel lousy that this whole thing blew up in her face? because she's an adult and she made a mistake, she's not allowed to be sad or stressed? she's still an imperfect human. apologizing immediately usually means people are still sensitive to their own hurt of being called out because it's fresh and on their mind so it tends to slip into their apology, but if she had waited any longer to compose herself, you guys would probably have an issue with how long she took. also, in aaaaaallll of this, I've have yet to once see what exactly about her work is so problematic? I've read her fic and I personally can't see anything wrong, although I will admit that yes, I'm a white ciswoman but I'd like to think I'm aware of negative tropes. but the only thing touted is "it made an mlm uncomfortable" but HOW??? honestly, I want to know! if anything so I can avoid doing the same thing! how is anyone meant to learn when you're not bringing up these points as often as you're explicitly laying out the problems in her apology and whatnot. I've seen 6 posts about how shit the apology was and for why and I've not once seen the original comment detailing why the fic was problematic, and I've been looking on twit, tumblr, insta, and ao3. if it's been deleted, why isn't anyone stating again and again what's wrong? also, if someone is making fic/art you don't like, don't. interact. with. it. there's tons of stuff on ao3 and twit that I don't like, some of it that I think is disgusting (do you know how many fics there are with keith/kosmos?) and I just scroll past it cause it can't hurt me if I don't read it. there's one artist that's pretty popular on Twitter and I personally really hate they way they draw klance but it's all over my tl. I respect that person's art style and creativeness and keep on moving. other people enjoy it, good for them. and if I start reading something and get surprised with something I dont like, I leave! find people who write things you like and stop engaging with creators who's things you don't like, as far as I know no one is holding a gun to your head making you read problematic fic. also for as much as you rag on her for the words she used to apologize, you don't seem to be considering your own words when offering criticism. if Taylor mistook the person's words as hate, couldn't it have been because the way he worded the complaint was done hatefully? lastly, no one, absolutely no one, is required to talk about world issues when they're running a fandom account,no matter how "big" they are. we all know what's going on in the world, we're surrounded by sad and stressful stories practically 24/7 and if someone isn't, they're probably curating their social feeds to be that way (like you should do when it come to kl content creators you don't like). people sending hate in Taylor's defense are in the wrong I agree, and this isn't hate its critism its a discussion, but Taylor isn't responsible for, how many people did you say? 16k on twit? even if she said hey guys stop, you think they would? she's can't control all those people and expecting her to is nonsense. I see so many younger fans expecting perfection in their fandoms and that just isn't going to happen. yes we should be striving to be better but no one is ever going to be perfect. not you, not me, not the mlm person, not Taylor, not anyone on any side of this argument. the only way to avoid this kind of circular dog piling and hate sending is to better curate your fandom experience by ignore those you have issues with.- 🦛

she apologized for how she handled the situation and apologized for brushing off someone's honest criticisms as hate. what more is she meant to do?

im pretty sure i said its good that she realizes she handled it poorly. but she makes the whole apology about this, doesnt directly talk about the issues and i know someone went to her to talk about it. also, it took her a day to say something about it so it wasnt exactly immediate (in the sense people had already stopped talking about it but that doesnt mean they werent still bothered). the apology was directed at mlm, and i havent seen one saying it felt genuine. of couse she can be hurt but when you apologize to a marginalized group the focus shouldnt be your feelings, but the feelings of the ones you have hurt.

I've have yet to once see what exactly about her work is so problematic?

she admits to be projecting on lance. so she makes him very femine and keith very masculine. and ok, gay couples like that do exist, but she is a woman projecting in this situation so this bothers people. putting mlm in this position is a harmful steriotype, bc it feels very heterosexual. this is a trope, it unfortunately happens a lot and its harmful. women need to be aware of what they are representing when drawing/writing mlm because well, real mlm are going to see it, and no one likes to feel like a fetish to others. and its not our place to question if the criticism is right or wrong when we are not mlm, so if you read this and think “but thats not a problem thats not a fetish etc” well, its not your place to judge that. theres more to it and you probably could get a better answer from a mlm sorry.

if someone is making fic/art you don't like, don't. interact. with. it. there's tons of stuff on ao3 and twit that I don't like, some of it that I think is disgusting (do you know how many fics there are with keith/kosmos?) and I just scroll past it cause it can't hurt me if I don't read it.

please, lets not compare a minority pointing out harmful tropes with. something fucking illegal.

as you said, you are a cis woman, of course its not going to hurt you in this case. but if people are making harmful content its not a simple matter of “dont interact with it” because they will still be promoting it, other people are going to read it, and media influences how we see minorities so of course people will not like when they see bad portrayal of them. also, tumblr sucks so even if you want to just “dont interact with it” its hard because even after blocking you can still cross the content of someone. not sure how it works on twitter but anyway this discussion started on tumblr and tumblr doesnt stop people who were bothered by her to avoid her by blocking.

if Taylor mistook the person's words as hate, couldn't it have been because the way he worded the complaint was done hatefully?

i think she deleted the ask by now, but i dont remember the ask being hateful. i remember someone asking if she was a fujoshi, and another person mentioned that mlm didnt like the way she portrayals klance. i dont remember it being hateful. but again, she apologized for handling it badly. its just that she stops there.

no one, absolutely no one, is required to talk about world issues when they're running a fandom account,no matter how "big" they are. we all know what's going on in the world, we're surrounded by sad and stressful stories practically 24/7 and if someone isn't, they're probably curating their social feeds to be that way

ignoring world issues is a privilege. if someone is able to turn off from all the problems in the world, its a privilige. yes no one should talk aobut it all the time thats not even healthy, but to never talk about it is a privilege. thats what black people are saying, they cant just turn off from racism, so yes they are going to expect white people to do something. online honestly i cant do shit, i dont think anything i reblog here does a difference and i do what i can in my own country, but she has a plataform that could help bring awareness. again, its a privilege to be able to curate your social media to be a perfect happy place.

even if she said hey guys stop, you think they would? she's can't control all those people and expecting her to is nonsense.

maybe they wouldnt, but if people were doing this type of thing in my name, in my defense, i would at least say something about it idk. she cant control them but she makes nothing to show that she disagrees or look for the people being harassed to say something about it.

the only way to avoid this kind of circular dog piling and hate sending is to better curate your fandom experience by ignore those you have issues with.

when it comes to simple things like “i prefer taller lance and i dont like taller keith” yeah, its fine to ignore people who draw taller keith and move on with your life or something like that. but we are talking about mlm, a real group of people, being upset for being portrayed in a harmful and steriotype way. its everywhere in fandom, and in real life. they cant escape from real life, and then they come to fandom where everyone wants some escapism and have to deal with more issues. its tiring

#well. good morning #anon

[cmncisspnandmore]

What Should I Reid?

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Male Reader

Request: hey could a request a Spencer Reid x Male Reader fic where they both just got home from a rough case and they curl up on the couch and read together

A/N: I’ve never written a male reader before, but im willing to give it a shot. I hope this is what you were looking for :) also sorry about the punny title. I couldn’t help it, i thought of it and it hit me right in the giggle dick.

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“Y/n? You okay?” Spencers soft voice pulled you from your thoughts on the walk home from the subway station. 

“Yeah, i’m okay. This case just sucked.” You shrug your shoulders, as Spencer unlocks the doors to the apartment building. 

“Yeah, it was pretty messed up.” He opens the door for you and brush by him, and head up the stairs to your apartment. Once you get into the apartment you both put your go bags on the kitchen counter and unclip your guns and holsters. Setting them next to the bags with your badges. Spencer shrugs off his messenger bag, and walks over to the kettle.

“Want some tea?” He looks over at you, you’re staring at the ground, arms crossed across your chest. You had a far away look on your face that scared Spencer, last time you had that look, you had locked yourself in the bedroom for a full week, and barely ate. 

“No.. no thank you.” You clear your throat and move into the living room and take a seat on the couch. Spencer fixed himself a cup of tea, and walked into the living room, taking a seat next to you. You were leaning forward on your elbows, your chest rising and falling as you stared at the book shelf across from the couch.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Spencer asks, reaching out and placing a hand on your broad shoulder. 

“I just.. I cant help but think that it could’ve been us.” You look over at him, and Spencer pulls you towards him, your head leans on his shoulder.

“But it wasn't, and it won't be, we are two very strong FBI agents. We are both very capable men, it would be a lot harder for that guy to overpower us compared to the teenagers he was going after.” Spencer fiddles with the collar of your shirt.

“Yeah but he still went after them, and why? Because they liked other guys? Whats wrong with that?” You shake your head and sit up again, turning to face Spencer. His soft brown eyes staring back at you.

“That man, he was sick. You know that. Theres absolutely nothing wrong with being Gay. society has come a long way, granted there is still a lot to work on, but that unsub, he was stuck with his head in the past. You heard the nonsense he was sputtering, that god frowns on gay relationships, but no where in the bible does it say that he doesn’t love same sex couples. And besides god isn’t even real.” Spencer places his hand on your cheek and you give a small smile.

“You’re right.” You lean forward and press your lips to his and Spencer lets out a small sigh before pulling back. 

“Now, what do you want to do? We can watch tv, go on a walk, hell we can even work on paperwork. If that will help you come to terms with the case and help you move past it that is.” Spencer picks up his mug and takes a sip of his tea, watching as you mull over the options in your head.

“How about we just read?” You stand up and grab a book off the shelf not even looking at the title.

“Well i don't know how far you’re going to get unless you have become fluent in Russian in the past 2 minutes.” Spencer chuckles, and you glance at the book in your hand, it was in fact one of Spencers books, but it was in Russian. 

“Well then,” you sheepishly put the book on the shelf and laugh at yourself. “So tell me Dr. Reid, if i cant read that book, then what on this enormous shelf should i read?”

“This one,” Spencer gets up and hands you a book, one of Rossi’s to be exact. With a small shrug you sit on the couch, and watch at Spencer grabs the book that you had picked up initially and plops down on the old couch next to you. Pulling the blanket from the back he flicks on the lamp beside him and you both curl up next to each other. The rest of the night is filled with comfortable silence, except the soft crinkling of a the pages as you both turn them.

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BITTEN - Ch.4

After getting bitten by a werewolf, Sam finds himself trying to adapt to a brand new lifestyle that brings him closer to the girl he loves, but threatens to tear him apart from his family for good.

PAIRING: Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader

WORD COUNT: ~2200

WARNINGS: non-consensual werewolf bite (not sexual), a/b/o dynamics: heat/rut, knotting, claiming, breeding kink, angst, time hop (season 9 to 12), and more.

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Dean was in the kitchen when you walked up. He was cradling a large cup of coffee in one hand, and when he saw you emerge from the basement, his gaze fixed on you.

“How is he?” he asked urgently, “is he okay?”

You nodded. “It’s over. He’s fine, just hungry. Where’s Garth?”

“He went out with Bess. She’s in shock over what happened, so he took her to a safehouse out of state.” Dean watched as you pulled a pan from the rack on the wall and set it on the stove. “What do you mean by ‘fine?’”

“He’s not in pain anymore, his fever went down.” You cracked eggs into a bowl and whisked them around. “He just needs to recuperate for a few days, maybe a week.”

“Can I see him?” Dean asked.

You nodded and pulled a couple bagged chicken hearts from the fridge. “After he’s eaten. He’s gonna be stronger than normal for a while, so we gotta keep his human contact minimal.” You heard Dean exhale heavily as you started chopping the hearts into chunks. “Dean, I know you wanted to find a cure, but there’s nothing you could have done. I’ve seen people get bit and go through a lot worse. At least he’s alive. He’s a little different than he was yesterday, but he’s alive.”

Dean nodded and leaned against the counter. “You’re really intent on taking care of him, huh?”

“It’s my job to take care of my pack.” You replied, pulling four sausages from the fridge and tossing them in the pan, along with an entire pack of bacon. “Russ and Joba are gone. The Reverend’s… well, let’s just say I’m in charge of the pack, now. I care for Sam, deeply. If it were up to me I would have killed Joy myself so that didn’t happen.”

You heard Dean scoff, but when you looked at him you could see he was grinning.

“What?”

“Nothing.” Dean finished his beer and set the empty bottle on the counter. “Just… I never thought you’d actually spook over a guy getting turned.”

You shrugged. “I know when to care about someone getting bit. I wanted Sam to leave, I wanted him to forget about me, about the pack. I never wanted him to get bit.”

Dean nodded shortly. “The way I look at it now is, he could have been bitten and left to die. At least this way he’s got you and Garth and Bess to look after him, make sure he won’t get into trouble.”

You finished cooking in silence. Piling most of what you’d cooked onto a large plate, you slid one of the sausage links, a small pile of eggs, and several strips of bacon on a separate one, which you offered Dean. He accepted it gratefully, noting that you’d cooked the chicken hearts in  a separate pan. When you re-entered the basement, you found Sam sitting up and stretching his arms above his head.

“I could smell that from down here,” he muttered, turning his head to look at you, “is that normal?”

You handed him the plate and watched him begin to devour the food, shoveling a mixture of everything into his mouth with a fork that seemed comically small in his large hands. “Yeah, it’s pretty normal. And don’t worry about eating everything there, your appetite’s going to be pretty out there for the next couple days.”

Within minutes, Sam had completely annihilated the food on the plate. He tilted his head back against the wall, his lips parted as he sighed in satisfaction. “There was a heart in there, wasn’t there?”

“Two. Small ones, just chicken, nothin’ special.” You took the plate from him and set it down on the floor before snuggling into him. “How do you feel?”

Sam exhaled heavily and slipped an arm around your shoulders. “Not hungry anymore, definitely not tired… I feel strong. Stronger than before.” He flexed his arms, examining the muscles that bulged under the gray sleepshirt. He seemed bigger. “Actually, I feel like I need to run, get out…”

“There’s the punching bag.” You gestured to the slightly misshapen tool in the corner. “I can’t let you out yet, gotta know you can control yourself around humans.”

“Humans…” Sam looked down at his lap and swallowed. “That’s right, I’m not human anymore.”

You shook your head. “That’s not entirely true. You’re still human here,” you put a hand over his heart. “You’ll still be able to function like a human, your instincts are just rewired a bit, that’s all.”

Sam scoffed. “Yeah, what happens when I wolf out and go nuts?”

“That won’t happen.” You nuzzled his shoulder and stood with him as he shuffled over to the punching bag. He gave it an experimental nudge with his fist. “Want to see Dean?”

He nodded apprehensively. “Yeah, but I don’t wanna try to hurt him.”

“Sam, you won’t—”

“You don’t know that. Make sure I don’t try to hurt him.”

You bowed your head and trotted back up the stairs, closing and locking the cage door behind you. Dean was still waiting in the kitchen, and he stood upon seeing you emerge from the basement.

“You can see him, but we have to be careful,” you said quietly. “If he smells you he could try to get at you, that’s gonna be his first instinct. The cage door down there has silver on it, so if he tries anything it’ll hurt, bad, but I need you to stay on the stairs, keep your distance.”

Dean held his hands up as if in surrender. “Trust me, I’ll be keepin’ my distance.”

You led him down the basement, slowly, his boots clunking heavily on the thick wooden planks. You could hear the dull, repetitive THWACK of Sam’s fists against the punching bag, but after the basement door closed, they ceased, and the space fell silent as you and Dean came down the steps. A little more than halfway down, you motion for him to stop.

“Dean, stay here.”

He nodded quietly and waited for you to slip past the cage, locking it behind you.

Sam was standing in the corner by the punching bag, his arms folded across his middle. You motioned for him to walk over, but he shook his head. “Y/N, I can’t… I don’t want him to see me like this. I can smell him, I can hear his heartbeat.”

“You won’t hurt him.” You walked closer to him, reaching for one of his hands. “Sam, come on, I’ll be there. The door’s got silver on it, you won’t be able to get out.”

Sam lowered his voice. “What if I hurt you?”

“You won’t. Now come on.” You led him slowly over to the wire door. His heartbeat increased with every step, and you heard his breathing grow more and shakier.

When Dean came into view, you didn’t know if Sam was going to recoil or lunge at the gate. He could hear Dean’s heartbeat, steady and slow, the rush of blood pumping through his veins, traces of whiskey and cedar covering up the thick, coppery scent…

...No, stop it! That’s your brother! You wouldn’t bite your own brother!

“Sammy?” Dean’s voice was quiet as he took another step down the stairs. “Hey, it’s me.”

Sam paused, took a deep breath. “I know.” He looked down at the ground and closed his eyes, trying as hard as he could to stop from hurling himself at the wall of the cage. “How’ve you been?”

“Uh, worried, for one,” Dean chuckled in an attempt to lighten the mood, “I went out for a little during the night, tried looking for a cure or something…”

“Yeah.” Sam swallowed and clenched his fist. He didn’t know what the fuck was happening, but all he wanted to do was break out of the cage and rip his brother’s chest apart, get at the thick, pulsing muscle that was hidden behind bone and sinew, devour the warm, blood-drenched organ that kept his brother alive…

No! Goddamn it! Stop!

“I thought you’d be gone.” Sam cleared his throat as a fresh wave of hunger washed over him.

“Had to make sure you’re okay, didn’t I?” Dean caught your warning glance to stay where he was and decided not to take the last two steps down. Hell, he might be too close already. “How do you feel?”

Sam swallowed thickly as you increased the pressure on his hand. “Honestly, I feel good. I’m strong, I’m not hurting, just wanna get the hell out of here.”

“And why can’t you?” Dean shifted his gaze back and forth between you and Sam.

“Because if I get out of here I’m not gonna be able to stop myself from trying to hurt you or someone else,” Sam stated bluntly.

Dean seemed taken aback by Sam’s words. Apparently, he hadn’t considered just how dangerous Sam really was until he’d said it. “Sam, you wouldn’t.”

“You don’t know what I’d do, Dean, hell, I don’t know what I’d do.” Sam’s body trembled as he spoke, but he stood his ground. “The only reason I’m not going after you right now is that I know I shouldn’t, but if Y/N wasn’t here with me, if this happened somewhere else… I don’t know if either of us would be alive right now.”

You saw Dean swallow, saw his Adam’s apple bob in his throat, and heard Sam growl, low and deep in his chest.

“Sam, don’t say that.”

“You’re not in the place to tell me what to do, Dean.” Sam retorted. “I’m a monster, both of us know that. You don’t know how… how hungry I feel right now. I don’t have a friggin’ clue what’s making me feel this way, but if you weren’t my brother… I’d kill you, without thinking.”

Looking up, you noticed Sam’s upper lip beginning to twitch. He was starting to lose control. “Dean, I think you should go, this isn’t—”

Dean, obviously, didn’t listen. Instead, he did the worst thing he could. He took another step, closing the distance between him and his brother by another two feet.

Overcome by hunger, Sam snapped. You saw his eyes flash yellow as his instinct to attack sprang free. He snarled, his lips curling back over his teeth as his muscles bunch. He lunged forward, slamming all two-hundred pounds of his body against the cage. His long fingers were pointed in two-inch claws, which curled in the wire before he stumbled back with a yelp of pain; the silver on the wire had seared his skin.

Dean fell back when Sam crashed against the cage, bringing an arm up instinctively to protect his face.

“Dean!” You shouted, pulling Sam back against the far wall and holding him there. “Get out! Now!”

You saw Dean stagger to his feet his eyes fixed on the snarling beast of a man now ten feet away from him. He was staring at Sam with a mixture of fear, anger, and sorrow on his face. Sam took several half-gasping, half-growling breaths before reeling himself back in. He collapsed to the floor, his fingers pressing hard into the smooth concrete. He bowed his head as his body shook even harder.

“D-Dean, I’m sorry!” He gasped out. “I didn’t mean to, I couldn’t help—”

The door at the top of the stairs slammed before Sam could finish, and seconds later you heard the rumble of the Impala’s engine and the grind of her tires scraping on the dirt road as she tore out of the drive and down the road.

Sam’s shoulders heaved with a sob as he collapsed back, breathing hard as he fought to still his shaking hands. The claws had vanished and his eyes were back to hazel, but he still shook with panic. “I didn’t mean to do that,” he choked, “I didn’t—I didn’t—”

“Sam, it’s okay, he’s just gone to cool off.” You soothed him. “He’ll be back, I promise.”

Sam shook his head and reached to grip your hand as you rubbed his shoulder soothingly. “No way in hell. He saw me snap and that was it. He thinks I’m a monster.” He turned his head, and you saw tears streaming from his now hazel eyes. “I am a monster.”

You sat next to him and wrapped your arms around him as tight as you could. “Oh, Sam, it’s all right. You’re not a monster, you’re not. You’re adapting to a new lifestyle, and yeah, you have some different urges, but you’re just starting out. It’s barely been an hour since you woke up, I didn’t expect you to stay under control.” You hugged him tighter and let him bury his face in the curve of your neck. “Dean got spooked, that’s all. He’ll come back.”

“Will he?” Sam straightened his back and practically glared down at you. “How can you know that? Hm? Tell me how you know my brother’s gonna come back thinking I’m still the guy he grew up with.”

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Bed of Roses (Chapter 20)

Roger Taylor x Reader

BoRhap!Roger Taylor x Reader

Fic Summary: It's 1971. You just moved to London to study, and you find a band on a local pub after a bad date. The encounter doesn’t go the way you expect it, and neither does what follows this evening as you try to deal with loving Roger Taylor.

Fic Note: So I’ve had this story in my head for the last three weeks and finally decided to write it down. It’s completely planned. It will have 21 chapters and it’s divided in three acts: Dusk, Night and Dawn. It’s will be a bit angsty in the future, and it will most likely have some smut as well. I hope you guys enjoy it! Tell me what you think about it in the asks/comments/messages. PLEASE REMEMBER THIS IS NOT THE LAST CHAPTER OF THE STORY. If this is your first time stumbling upon Bed of Roses, thank you for stopping by! The rest of the story is in my masterlist, the link is in my bio - can't put the link here or else the post will disappear from the tags.

Chapter's notes: GUYS THIS TOOK SO LONG AND IM SORRY. im actually in another city at the moment and yeah, having free time has been a bit hard - i wrote this mostly on a plane and now im editing it on an uber on my way to class. BUT, theres only one more chapter to go!!! WTF!!!! its so close to the end???? i mean?????? but its been an amazing journey and mostly thanks to you all!! more thanks on the next chapter where im gonna be so cheesy thanking you all, just wait. anyway, nice fun sexy chapter to heal our hearts from the break up and stuff! hope you enjoy

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Warnings: smut, alcohol, swearing probably. all in good fun tho. probably some errors cause its been a busy week

 ACT 3 - DAWN

"It's the moment night time seems weaker and everything seems easier to figure out"

Chapter 20

Paris

You hold Roger's hand as you wait in line for the immigration officer to check your passports. The activity in itself is something the both of you did many, many times before - you travelled a lot with the band.

But this was different. You were not only alone with Roger, but there was nothing concerning you - his mood, your job, nothing. You feel at ease.

Roger's idea to go somewhere where none of you knew very well was brilliant. Since you're outside of your comfort zone anyways, you were both more easy going, not overthinking anything, just spontaneous. You knew the time where you would talk about your relationship and how you want to deal with everything would come, but you weren't stressing about it. You would think about it once the time came - there was no reason to be concerned now.

Cause now you could only feel Roger's touch, hear him humming something - you couldn't believe he was humming La Vie En Rose, the most cliche Paris song of all times, but of course he was. His shoulders are relaxed, and he brushes his thumb against the skin on your hand. His smell is all around you.

You could really immerse in the presence each other, now. Ever since you left London, where almost everything between you happened, you didn't really knew anything else - the fields on the window, the french being spoken by the people on the cabin next to yours. So you just laid your head on his lap as he ran his fingers through your hair and told you about the little things you missed.

His eyesight has gotten worse, and now he can't really do anything without his contacts. He met David Bowie in an award show, and he thought of you - he knew how much you liked him. He still knew all of Fleetwood Mac's 1974 album songs by heart - he kept the album you left in the old flat.

And also stuff about the boys. John's kid was a cute, quiet boy, just like his dad, and he didn't enjoy any of Roger's songs when he went to rehearsals. Veronica was pregnant with another baby - Roger's pretty sure it's a girl. Brian was still thinking about finishing his PhD, but never got around doing it - his schedule is too crazy. Freddie was growing tired of the long hair and clean face, and kept thinking about changing his looks, but couldn't decide on what he would do. He told you that ever since Freddie and Mary broke up, he started seeing more guys - none of you thought much about it. It was just another aspect of Freddie's life.

Roger kept writing songs now, even when they were on tour or at home. He was getting annoyed at the "No Synths" rule in the band, and tried to convince them to drop it. But he was happy with the new album - he enjoyed how they simplified the process of writing it, and thought mostly about writing songs they can play live the same way they play it in studio. The last time they did it was in their first album.

You just kept looking up at him, his defined jaw glowing against the sun, his bright blue eyes looking down at you to watch your reaction, your grin once he told you he finally finished writing Sheer Heart Attack, a song he tried to get done and in an album ever since 1974.

And now the immigration officer called you, and you laughed as you watched Roger try to speak french to the guy before taking the matter into your own hands.

And when he asked you what was your relationship with him, you just smiled and said "mon copain".

-

You knew Roger chose the hotel as you packed in London, sitting between all the boxes so he could use your phone. You didn't pay attention to which hotel he picked, but once you got to the Champs-Élysées, you knew he spent too much money.

You got off the cab at the Four Seasons George V Hotel, a building that was basically a modern castle, and you stared at him, shocked. "Roger, you didn't do this", you told him, your eyes wide as you entered the spacious and luxurious lobby, your luggage already being taken to your room as the lady on front desk recognized Roger. "Did what?", he asked jokingly, raising his brow at you, even though he knew what you meant. "This hotel. It's too nice and probably a fortune", you told him, and he shrugged. "Hey, we deserve it. We always did. But now we can afford it", he winked, and then took the room keys from the front desk.

"C'mon, I want to see how you're going to react to the Penthouse Suite", he laughed, and you coughed. "Um, I'm sorry? The what now?", you asked, and he playfully pulled you into the elevator.

He kept looking at you the whole lift ride, excited and nervous - he wanted you to like it, to enjoy his efforts, to take him back into your life somehow.

When he opened the door and walked to the side, his old genuine smile was back on his lips, and you couldn't help but smile back, even before taking a glimpse into the room.

And what you saw surprised you - everything looked expensive, but still comfortable. You first entered a huge living room, and every couch looked comfortable enough to sleep in. Then you walked to the bedroom, and the huge bed caught your eye - it was big enough to fit comfortably at least five of you. The bathroom looked like a spa, a huge bathtub in the middle of it, a delicate statue of a woman under the window that overlooked the Champs-Élysées.

You walked to the balcony with Roger beside you, and he laughed when you gasped.

The Eiffel Tower looked back at you, glimmering at the sunset.

You looked at Roger.

"You're unbelievable, you know."

He smirked. "I'm just trying to get you in bed, though", he told you, and you laughed as you walked closer to him.

"You did that when you didn't have a penny, Rog. You don't have to get us a huge suite with artwork everywhere and a view of the Eiffel Tower", you said, bringing him closer to you by his collar as he snaked his arms around your waist.

"I never have to do anything. I do it because I want to. Because I love you", he whispered, his breath against your lips, teasing, feeling like the ghost of a touch.

"I love you, Roger", you told him, moving your hands to the back of his neck and pulling him in for a kiss.

-

You held his hand as the cool wind passed through your bodies. It was the next day, and you've decided to walk to the Louvre by the side of the Seine.

It would be faster if you got on a cab, but the view of the Seine, the sounds of the city and the smell of pastries and perfume made everything feel even more like a dream. You were still tired from last night, and the night before it - you and Roger were acting like a couple in honeymoon ever since you met again, stolen kisses and arms wrapped around each other, trying to make up for the lack of touch in the last couple years.

And once you were alone, you'd hug and touch and kiss and fuck passionately wherever - sloppy kisses and love bites all over each other, first in London and now here. It didn't feel like you were together again for only about 36 hours - so much has happened, yet time passed by so fast. It was like you lost touch with reality ever since you looked at his hands on the pub.

When you thought of being alone in New York, it felt like a past life. But the weird thing was how your first years with Roger also felt like another life - you wouldn't act the way you did again, ever. But you were grateful for both times of your life. You felt like you could never get here, to Paris and to Roger, if those things didn't happen.

You got to the Louvre and you were surprised at Roger's interest - he wasn't simply acting interested while trying to get you to leave somewhere else with him. He was genuinely interested in the art, commenting about each style and dropping trivia about artists.

"Someone has been spending some time with Freddie, I suppose", you noted, and he gave you a half smile. "Well, the person responsible for bringing culture into my days spend some time away. I had to look for substitutes", he said, and you jokingly nudged at him.

He still looked at you adoringly once you started talking to him about the excellent state of conservation the mummy was in, or once you started analysing "L’Européenne".

You both kept quiet as you watched the Mona Lisa, only holding hands as you tried to get closer to the painting, dozens of visitors separating you from it. It was a time for reflection, too. The Mona Lisa invited you to think about yourselves, her neutral expression making you wonder - seeing it was one of your life long goals, and now you're realizing it with Roger. Being with Roger was something else you struggled to achieve, ever since the first time you saw him. But now it was the time to realize dreams - hell, you'll start working at the British Museum in a few days.

But you got distracted as soon as you got to the Venus de Milo. Roger snaked his arms around your waist from behind you and pressed a slow kiss under your lobe before whispering "You look just like her".

You felt a goosebump on your neck, but you tried to laugh it off. "I can think of a few things we don't have in common, though", you said, and he rubbed his nose on the curve of your neck. "Like what?", he whispered.

"I'm gonna start the list with the basics: arms", you told him, and he laughed against your skin. "I can think of a few other things, too", he tells you, back at kissing your neck. "Yeah? Like what?", you asked, and he sucks on your skin for a few moments, hitching your breath. "Your skin is softer", he says, and then lightly bites you, running his tongue over it to sooth it. "And you taste amazing. Everywhere", he whispers again, and you bite your lips as you feel another goosebump on your neck, and it didn't go unnoticed by Roger. "And the way you react to me”, he whispered, wetting his lips. "God, it kills me", he said, running his fingers over the area where the goosebump was.

It was a public place, but it didn't cross your mind when you turned around and pulled him in for a kiss, making it deeper as your tongue massaged Roger’s. His fingers brushed over your exposed skin, and you could feel how strong his grip on your waist was, wrinkling the fabric of your summer dress - probably inappropriate. You pulled him even closer to you by his hair, already used to its new length after two nights. It was only when you broke apart to recover your breath that you noticed how you were making out in a public place, and only because Roger told you.

"I know we're in public and I'm trying to be more discrete now, but all this artwork just made you look even more beautiful, like you belong around them. I just couldn't hold myself any longer", he said.

-

The warm water ran through your fingers as you filled the bathtub, only in your robe, as Roger spoke with the concierge on the bedroom. He told you he was getting champagne, but you didn't see why the concierge would go to the bedroom for it. Anyways, you wanted a warm bath.

After the Venus, you and Roger had a hard time keeping your hands away from each other. So you didn’t argue when he suggested you take a cab to the hotel.

The cabbie was an older man with a very rosy skin, and he barely knew how to speak english, but he sure tried - specially with Roger. You were suspecting he knew who Roger is, and Roger apparently thought the same, an amused look on his face as the driver tried to continue the conversation with him.

He was looking amused for another reason, too. His hands took his time on your legs, his long fingers brushing over your inner thighs, making you press them together as you tried to control your breathing. Roger kept talking to the driver as he slowly moved his fingers closer to you again, and you bit your lips to hold a moan when he pressed two fingers against your core.

You were already wet from all the teasing, and it goes through the lace of your lingerie, wetting Roger’s digits. He took his fingers away from you, and you frown as he rubs his two fingers against his thumb, smirking at you.

Then the driver asks him something and he turns to answer, putting his hand on your knees and then quickly sliding them up, moving them to your core again, massaging your clit for a few seconds. He looks at you so he can see your reaction, and you can hear the driver’s voice as you grip on Roger’s arm so he keeps touching you, pressing your lips together to keep quiet.

He keeps smirking as the conversation with the driver goes on, and you decide you can tease him, too. You move your hand from his arm to his leg, and he moves his gaze back into yours as you move your hand slowly to his inner thigh. His eyes get wider once you run your finger over his length, his cock already getting hard and visible through his always tight pants. The driver called his name so he answers another question, and you wrap your hand around him through the fabric of his trousers.

His breathing audibly hitches and he tries to be discrete by making it into a cough. He answers the driver and then looks at you, but you’re looking forward, innocently. He smirks again and then pulls your lingerie to the side, and, without more teasing, puts his two fingers inside of you. You gasp, and the driver looks at you suspiciously as Roger starts pumping his fingers inside of you.

But then the car stops in front of the hotel.

You take your hand away from Roger and he does the same, feeling like two children who got caught with your hands inside the cookie jar. Roger pulls out his wallet from his pocket so he can pay the cabbie, his fingers still glistening as he holds the leather wallet.

You then walk to your room without saying anything until you close the door. “So, that guy was pretty close to figuring out our little teasing game, huh”, he said, unbuttoning his shirt. “I was pretty close, too”, you said, winking, and he smirked. “I guess you want to go back to where we were before getting interrupted?” he raised his brow.

But you wanted to tease him a bit more. So you nodded a no. “Actually, Rog, I think I want to take a warm bath”, you came closer to him, wrapping your fingers on the back of his neck. “That’s a really good idea, in fact”, he said, and started undoing his belt. But you held his hand in place. “But you won’t join me”, you said, and he pouted in protest. “Not until you get me some champagne. I thought you were gonna be romantic before luring me into bed, Taylor”, you said, and he laughed. You let go of him and turn around.

“Can you unzip me, please?”, you ask, and you can hear him scoff, annoyed at your teasing, but then you feel him slowly unzipping your summer dress, then moving his hands to your shoulders as he slides your dress down.

You're not wearing a bra, so you can feel the cold wind from the AC on your hard nipples, getting even harder as you felt his lips on your neck once again, his hands pulling your dress down at your hips before it falls to the ground.

Then you move away from Roger’s grasp as you walk to the bathroom, without looking back at him, and you can feel his eyes on you as he watches your hips sway as you walk, only in your burgundy lace panties, your hair cascading on your back.

And now you’re inside the bathtub already, feeling the smell of roses and cinnamon from the bath salts you used, waiting for Roger. You hear the door close, and the concierge is gone.

“Rog? I’m waiting for you”, you say out loud, waiting for his answers. “Actually, I think I’m not in the mood for a bath. But your champagne is here”, he says, and you can hear a fake tiredness in his voice.

“Are you sure you’re gonna leave me here, alone, in this bathtub? I’m gonna have to do something to let the time pass, you know. And you’re gonna hear me do it without doing anything about it?”, you asked with an affected voice. You haven’t teased him in so long, you forgot how fun it was, especially cause he always teased you back.

“As tempting as your bathroom plans sound, I’m also alone here, you know. And your champagne is here. Can’t believe you’re gonna waste it after I got it just for you”, he said, and you laughed. You got up from the bathtub and barely dried yourself on a towel before putting your robe back on and walking to the bedroom.

Roger was sitting against the bed’s headrest, completely naked and rock hard. You moved your hand to your lips and you let out a sigh at the vision. He looked like a greek god - Apollo, maybe, with his golden locks shining against the afternoon sun, his skin glowing under the golden hour lights coming through the window. The bed was filled with red rose petals under him, the smell filling your lungs.

He opened his eyes when he heard your sigh, and he smirked at you. “Get the champagne and come here already”, he said, pointing his head at the table where a Dom Pérignon bottle sat on an ice bucket, and you did so. You climbed on top of the bed and started moving towards him. “Are you suggesting we play with food, Mr Taylor?”, you asked, and he nodded. “Give it to me and I’ll show you”, he told you, and you gave it to him as you sat on his thighs.

He popped the bottle open and some of the liquid poured over the edges. He licked it, looking at you, before undoing your robe with his free hand. He pulled it to the sides, looking at you with admiration as if he was unwrapping a Christmas gift.

You took the robe off and threw it to the side, and his free hand moved to the back of your neck and pulled you in for a kiss. It was a slow, delicate kiss, where Roger tried showing you love, admiration, respect. Not only how much he wants you, but how much he cares about you.

But you pulled him closer to you, moving closer to him, and your bare breasts touched his naked torso, making the two of you moan.

That gave a new sense of urgency to the kiss, and after a few seconds, Roger broke it apart. “Tell me if you want me to stop”, he told you, and you nodded. He poured a bit of champagne above your collarbone, the cold liquid making you shiver, and then Roger’s tongue licked it, warm and wet.

He looked up at you to make sure you liked it, and you gave him a quick nod. He smirked, then poured champagne on your other collar bone, and licked it off again.

As you seemed to like it, he poured champagne between your breasts, licking it off right after and waiting a few seconds to see if you’d protest. He then finally poured a bit of champagne on one of your breasts, right above the nipple, licking you and the drink.

He kept doing it for a while, sucking on your skin that tasted like champagne and cinnamon, the smell of roses intoxicating him.

You broke away from his touch, and he looked at you, confused. “Can I try it?”, you asked, and he nodded, passing you the champagne bottle.

You started above his collarbone, and you could feel him moving under you. You wondered how much he would be able to wait before fucking you, considering he was already hard before you licked champagne off of him.

Once you poured champagne over his chest, you didn’t lick fast enough, and a drop of champagne rolled down on his torso. You leaned in to lick it right before it fell to his pelvis, mere inches away from his cock.

The feeling of your tongue close to his length did it for him - he had to have you, right now. He gripped your hips and motioned them up, and you understood what he wanted, so you got on your knees and stood right above him as he positioned himself on your entrance.

You slowly moved down, feeling him filling you, and you let your head move back as you moan in pleasure, your moan intensifying as you heard Roger’s voice whispering your name.

You started riding him slowly, small moans leaving your lips every time you felt him bottoming out inside of you, but you wanted him to go deeper.

So you got off of him, and he grunted, frowning at you as he saw you on your knees in bed. But once you leaned forward, putting your weight on your elbows, he smirked. “I want to feel you deeper”, you told him.

He moved to your back, spreading your legs a little more so he had better access to you, and you both cursed under your breath as he got inside you again slowly, so you could get used to his size on this new position, his grip on your ass getting stronger once he was completely inside you again.

You moaned his name, and he moved his hands to your waist so he could move inside of you with more control.

He developed a rhythm after a few moments, and all you could hear was the sound of your skin on his and the moaning (and cursing) coming from his lips and yours, too. You could feel yourself closer to your orgasm.

It wasn’t long before you reached your high, crying his name as you pulled the duvet into your fists.

Roger kept thrusting through your high, but once he noticed you were done, he pulled out. "Can you turn?", he asked, and without much thought, you turned over and layed down, wrapping your legs around his hips.

He gave you a tired smile and then got inside you again, thrusting. "I like to look at you", he told you, closing his eyes, focusing on his movements. He was like that for a few seconds, and you could see the beads of sweat forming on his face, his blonde locks glueing themselves to his forehead.

As his movements got more intense, you could see he was close. "Y/N? Can I pull out?", he asked, and you nodded a yes. He liked to do that sometimes, when you could get messy, but it has been so long you nearly forgot.

So he pulled out and his cum fell on your torso, covering your breasts and stomach. He fell to your side and stayed there for a few moments, before opening his eyes and looking at your torso. "Sorry for the mess", he said, getting up and going to the bathroom. You smiled when you heard the sink open, and your smile got wider as Roger appeared with a warm cloth on your hands.

"I guess this helps", he shrugged, wiping his cum from your torso carefully. Once he cleaned most of it, he giggled. "Maybe a bath is not a bad idea, after all. Will you join me?", he asked, offering you a hand.

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Chapter 21

Masterlist

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[huangfilms]

Roommate!Renjun

summary: my roommate left me to live with her bf so i put up an ad and i got a call from u and when u came over to check it out i didn’t expect u to be this cute-- you’re moving in tomorrow??? 

(A/N) OKay and I am back with yet,,, another renjun bulleted fic whatever,,, I Am Whipped I Know. But Anyway! It’s Saturday morning and I was thinking about this au for,,,the longest,, time,,,, someone send help LMAO this is my THIRD one and it hasn’t even been like,, a month im YELLING.  again, lets Pretend i have a good summary up there, i’m shit at summaries I Am So Sorry. also, She Is Not edited so cut me sum slacc sjdfhskdj

okay well lets get started binches

so,,, ur broke my dude

you USED to have a roommate but then she moved in with her bf NEXT DOOR

CAN U BELIEVE eve im looking at u, cannot believe u moved in w jaemin NEXT DOOR

anyway u cannot pay all of these bills by urself

and u posted an ad somewhere to get urself a new roomate

you get a call one day saying ‘is the offer still up for a roomate??

nd ur like,, haha yeah?? i mean u can come by like tomorrow to check out the place

and he goes Okay Sure

so he comes over and then U Are Like,,, deceased

cause he CUTE asf whomstve ya feel

and then u show this Cute Guy everything, the room across from yours, u guys share one bathroom

and then u ask when hes gonna move in, and he,,,,, HE SAYS “is tomorrow good? GREAT C U TOMORROW ROOMIE!!”

what just happened LMAO,, ur just like standing in ur small living room

and then theres a knock??? its been?? 2 minutes???

but then u open it,, oh its just ur neighbor jaemin

‘uhh,, why r u here’ LMAO

and then hes like,, why did a guy just come outta ur house

and u were like... im finding a new roomate since u STOLE MINE😤😤

and then he was like,, hes gonna b ur roommate?? like lol yes?? im 🅱️roke jaemin

and he gives u That Look and then leaves

wtf was that about???

so u start to clean up Aggressively and change the sheets in the guest bedroom

and then u even restock ur kitchen but with what money abby?? she broke

its just ramen and water, dont get TOO ahead of urself

so when u clean literally EVERYTHING u take a shower then flop onto ur bed

then u knock out cold man

u forget that ur getting a new roommate

SO U SIT UP SO FAST that u get dizzy

and its like 6 AM

and u GROAN bevause oh jeez its TOO EARLY FOR THIS

but bless your soul because right as u got up ur heard a knock at the door

why are they here so EARLY WTF

so u get up and rub the schleep out of your eyes

and u open the door

and u look like trash

ur hair: A MESS

i think theres like a drool trail near ur mouth

AND UR EYES POP OPEN WIDE AND THEN CLOSE THE DOOR IN PANIC

oh fuc

he still cute in d morning headass but anywho

AFTER U SMOOTHED DOWN UR HAIR AND WIPED THE DROOL OFF OF UR MOUTH

u opened the door slowly

‘sorry for slamming the door in ur face, kinda caught my heart me off gaurd, and i JUST noticed we never exchanged names, im Y/N’

and then u grimace because ur,, so,, awkward

all he does is Smile though

‘Renjun’

and then you realize ur staring at him bc u Didnt Let Him In Yet

RIGHT OKAY so

u let him in and he does his thing

ur just giving him a small run down of where everything is,, again

and then he says thanks or whatever

‘do you need help moving your things?’

and hes all like

OH no its ok i have a couple of friends helping me

right on cue U SEE JAEMIN and like,, two other guys u dont know Step Into Your Apartment

then jaemin gives you That Look Again

but u dont even care anymore, u tell them that ur going back to bed and the spare key is on his bed in his room

then u BREATHE REALLY HARD BECAUSE THIS CUTE BOY IS GOING TO BE UR ROOMMATE

and then u Sleep because who has The Time to think about this

not i

so u sleep for like an Hour before theres a knock at your bedroom door

and u want to Scream Because Youre Tired

So you get up again and open up the door and u see Renjun standing there with his hand awkwardly touching the back of his neck

and you just!! because he looks so cute!!!

‘Did you need something haha,,,,’

now its YOUR turn to have ur hand at the back of your neck

‘oh i was just gonna go get something to eat with Jaemin, Jeno, and Donghyuck, and I was wondering if you would like to come?’

you were speechles,, this Kid was So Nice wtf

so ur like, lol sure let me change real quicc

so u throw on pants and a sweater and then u leave, grabbing ur wallet and stuff,, when he see s ur wallet tho

‘oh you don’t need that, let me treat you since you let me move in’ then he Grins

and your heart: melted

so u go out to eat and meet his friends

then you guys go home

and neither of u are tired

so u guys just talk on the couch to get to know each other

so u both kinda,,,, fall asleep,,, on the couch together wow first day together and yall really b actin like a COUPLE

SO u guys have a great dynamic living together, and its been a few months,, u guys get closer and closer

it almost feels domestic in ur home WOW U HAVE A HOME WITH THIS GUY

so u notice that he been Looking At U some Kind Of Way

And You Look At Him That Way Too

but u guys have been dancing around each other FOR SO LONG GOSH DARNIT EVEN HIS FRIENDS ARE TELLING U GUYS TO SUCK IT UP AND KISS OR SOMETHING

anyway,, yall have sleepovers with the rest of dream since u guys have gotten close

the whole time u guys are Making Eyes oh my gosh JUST KISS

so u guys go into di kitchen and then grab snacks,,, next Thing U Know,,, THE POPCORN IS DONE!!!

im just kidding somehow u two like,, kissed,, wtfshdhdjdd and your heart: SPEEDY SONIC MF WISHES

then he pulls away AND HE HAS THE CUTEST GRIN EVER!!! THEN HE ASKS!!

“Will you be mine?” AND U GRIN SO MUCH THAT UR CHEEKS HURT OF COURSE U SAID YES!!!

then u two walk out with ur hands intertwined AND THEN THE DREAMIES ARE!! YELLING!! but not shocked lmao everyone been knew

so yall enjoy it,, i mean,,,,,, u guys been Living Together but anyway

life is Soft but nothing changed,, u guys just Cuddle More and Kiss More And Im Suffering wtf

but anyway!! end!! this! is! so! long!

Masterlist

#huang renjun scenarios #unlisted

[loucifieri]

Disaster disaster chatfic (v3 HPA AU)

I… I made a chatfic tie-in of my HPA AU. It’s to make up for the lack of exposure of the other v3 kids in the comics ;w; also, chat fics are fun (and easier) to write (since my strength is with dialogue– I’m not really good at writing descriptions that’s why i just draw them lol) 

The groupchat was created around 2 weeks after the start of classes.

04/21/18 07:19PM

Akamatsu Kaede added Saihara Shuichi, Yonaga Angie, Chabashira Tenko, Harukawa Maki and 11 others to the chat.

Ouma Kokichi: WHOMSTVE???

Iruma Miu: WHAT IS UP FUCKERSSS

Harukawa Maki: for what is this, akamatsu?

Akamatsu Kaede: Hi guys!! I just thought that a group chat would be a great way to even get to know each other.

Ouma Kokichi: we live in a dorm together, we all go to class together… what MORE do you want piano baka

Amami Rantaro: she just needs an excuse to talk to a someone

Yonaga Angie: oooh Angie wonders who that might be~~

Akamatsu Kaede: Amami-kun, shut

Akamatsu Kaede: Okay, maybe a groupchat is redundant but

Akamatsu Kaede: the upperclassmen have one per class and it sounds fun??

Harukawa Maki: they're just going to use this to send each other memes

Ouma Kokichi: spot on assassin-chan!! you know us so well already, how sweet

Harukawa Maki: die

Momota Kaito: harumaki we talked about this

Harukawa Maki: but this is Ouma we’re talking about

Momota Kaito: fair enough

Ouma Kokichi: OI

Akamatsu Kaede: Okay, I don’t mind you guys using this to fool around but please don’t text during class!!

Iruma Miu: booooring,,, didnt think ud be a stick in the mud bakamatsu

Ouma Kokichi: yea ikr

Ouma Kokichi: lets fix that

Ouma Kokichi removed Akamatsu Kaede from the chat

Iruma Miu: LOL

Amami Rantaro: what a power move

Saihara Shuichi: Please don’t be mean to Kaede-san, she’s doing her best

Saihara Shuichi added Akamatsu Kaede to the chat

Shirogane Tsumugi: Saihara-kun used lesser revival potion! Akamatsu-san’s back with 25% HP

Akamatsu Kaede: this was a mistake, making this groupchat and being resurrected

Gokuhara Gonta: Hello everyone! Gonta just went online and is happy to see that we have a groupchat! Gonta wants to be better friends with everyone!

Akamatsu Kaede: Actually! I regret nothing now.

Saihara Shuichi: Hi Gonta-kun

Harukawa Maki: finally this groupchat seems bearable

Shirogane Tsumugi: Gonta-kun is best boy!

Gokuhara Gonta: Thank you Shirogane-san!

Ouma Kokichi: k this is getting boring so lemme spice it up a bit

Ouma Kokichi changed Ouma Kokichi to Lord Panta

Amami Rantaro: first sign of the apocalypse

Lord Panta changed Amami Rantaro to imma meme

imma meme: no complaints here

imma meme: its pretty bland actually,,

Lord Panta: is that a challenge

imma meme: if you're going to make an avocado reference then don't bother

Lord Panta: damn

Lord Panta: i'll think of something better but for now youre a meme lord

Lord Panta changed Harukawa Maki to stabs ppl

Lord Panta changed Momota Kaito to stab me Maki

stabs ppl: fuck you Ouma

stab me Maki: u lil shit

Lord Panta: boi im bein a wingman here

Shirogane Tsumugi: Let their romantic development happen naturally!!

stab me Maki: yeah what she said

Lord Panta: whatever boring ppl

stab me Maki changed stabs ppl to Maki Roll

stab me Maki changed stab me Maki to starlord

Lord Panta: rly wanted to strangle starlord in Infinity War ykno

Maki Roll: I still dislike this name but its kind of Ok

starlord: :D

Chabashira Tenko: I go online and this is what welcomes me

Chabashira Tenko: a degenerate harassing a beautiful girl

starlord: i wasnt harassing harumaki!!!!

Lord Panta: tone down the gay there chabs u already have yumeno-chan

Yumeno Himiko: ….....nyeh

Chabashira Tenko: gtfo shota

Chabashira Tenko: And dont call me chabs

Lord Panta changed Yumeno Himiko to Jingle Jangle

Jingle Jangle: …......thanks..... i hate it

Shirogane Tsumugi: do you still watch that hot mess of a series

Lord Panta: nah stopped watching ages ago, thats the last time im taking series recommendations from Angie-chan

Yonaga Angie: Pardon my french but Atua says you're a b i t c h (ಠ_ಠ)

Shirogane Tsumugi: how much of the audience do you think would get that reference then

starlord: shirogane wat

Jingle Jangle changed Chabashira Tenko to chaotic lesbean

Jingle Jangle changed Jingle Jangle to Do You Believe In Magic

chaotic lesbean: Tenko loves it!! thank you yumeno-chan <3

Do You Believe In Magic: np.............

Lord Panta: wow is it me or is the atmosphere here getting gay

Lord Panta: hey hey akamatsu-chan did you intend for this to be a breeding ground for couples

Akamatsu Kaede: No???

Saihara Shuichi: Don't mind him, he's just bitter he doesn't have anyone to be gay with

Akamatsu Kaede: hasahshhaha OMG

imma meme: asdndals;dskbdbjk

Lord Panta: SAIHARA-CHAN HOW DARE U

Yonaga Angie: Even Atua did not see that coming!

starlord: hahahahaha thats my sidekick!!

Iruma Miu: HAH GET REKT LIL ABORTION

Maki Roll: nice

Lord Panta: i'll have you know i have ranty!!

Lord Panta: right babe? ;)

imma meme: went offline

Lord Panta: >:C

Lord Panta: hmph back to name changing then

Lord Panta changed Akamatsu Kaede to dumb blonde

Lord Panta changed Iruma Miu to dumb blonde slut

dumb blonde slut: h-huh

dumb blonde: OUMA-KUN

Saihara Shuichi changed dumb blonde to Treblemaker

Saihara Shuichi: I gotchu

Treblemaker: Thanks Shuichi-kun!

dumb blonde slut: hey what about me

Yonaga Angie changed Yonaga Angie to bitch I am the WAY

bitch I am the WAY: (◔◡◔✿)

Shinguji Korekiyo: Well this has been an interesting conversation so far.

dumb blonde slut: whoop the stalker's here

Shinguji Korekiyo: I've always been here, from the very beginning. Just... Watching.

chaotic lesbean: Tenko is filing a restraining order tomorrow

bitch I am the WAY: Also!! Angie thinks your nickname suits you Miu!~ Atua does, too~~

dumb blonde slut: eeeeehhhh

Treblemaker changed Saihara Shuichi to The Only Hope For Me Is You

The Only Hope For Me Is You: eeeeyy thanks Kaede-san!

Lord Panta: geez we get it, you're both so gay for each other

dumb blonde slut: someone's salty

Treblemaker: What no

Treblemaker: I am gay tho

Lord Panta: OwO)???

chaotic lesbean: GLORIOUS NEWS!!!!!!!

Maki Roll: isn't @The Only Hope For Me Is You an MCR song?

The Only Hope For Me Is You: Harukawa-san gets it

imma meme: “Still in their Emo Phase” Solidarity!!

Maki Roll: not another word from you Amami

Do You Believe In Magic changed Shinguji Korekiyo to Kork

Kork: …

Kork: I suppose this will suffice.

Kork: It's not as tasteless as Iruma-san's nickname.

dumb blonde slut: EEEHHHHHHH

bitch I am the WAY: she is truly screaming

Maki Roll: it's bordering on a moan actually

Idabashi Keebo: I hear an unsettling distress call... what seems to be the problem?

starlord: theres no problem keebs just ignore it

Gokuhara Gonta: Hello Keebo!

Idabashi Keebo: Greetings, Gonta-kun.

Shirogane Tsumugi: This is so Pure™

Lord Panta: Do you ship it

Shirogane Tsumugi: stop

Shirogane Tsumugi changed Shirogane Tsumugi to [anime reference]

Lord Panta: ehhh boring!!

Lord Panta changed Idabashi Keebo to Do Robots Have Dicks

Lord Panta changed [anime reference] to Nani the FUCK

Nani the FUCK: kdajkdjdsl; OUMA

imma meme changed Nani the FUCK to Weeaboo Mastermind

Weeaboo Mastermind: Rantaro-kun you baka we're Japanese

imma meme: ( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°)

Do You Believe in Magic changed Weeaboo Mastermind to ShirogaNYEH

imma meme: HAHAHAHAHA ACCEPTABLE

chaotic lesbean: that's wonderful yumeno-chan!

ShirogaNYEH: this will do for now I guess ;w;

Do Robots Have Dicks: I do not like this name :(

Lord Panta: its a valid question keeboy

starlord: why do i hear sobbing from the next room

Treblemaker: Look what you've done Ouma-kun

chaotic lesbean: do you want Tenko to break his legs

Treblemaker: Uh, no need Chabashira-san!

Treblemaker changed Do Robots Have Dicks to Robot Rights Activist

Robot Rights Activist: Thank you Akamatsu-san!

Robot Rights Activist: I am sorry for crying

ShirogaNYEH: constant mood

Robot Rights Activist: But next time I won't be tolerant of such discrimination against my robotic creations!

Lord Panta: whatevs

Tojo Kirumi: A pleasant evening to everyone. I just got back from grocery shopping and re-stocked the pantry. If any of you require my assistance, you may reach out to me through this group chat.

The Only Hope For Me Is You: Welcome back Tojo-san

Lord Panta: MOM!!! did you get me something from mcdonalds??

Tojo Kirumi: I told you, we have food here.

Treblemaker: She did buy a single black coffee from Mcdo though

Kork: Well then

chaotic lesbean: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

starlord: SHE JUST MEME'D IRL

imma meme: MOM KNOWS HOW TO MEME AKJSAJJDSK

Lord Panta: uuuuuuuuuuu eeven mmom is bullyinnng mmmme :'((((

Lord Panta: i hhaaaate thiisss faaaamilyyy uuuwaaaaaaaaa

Maki Roll: then leave

Lord Panta: wow no need to be a cunt, harumaki

starlord: oy im the only one who can call her that!!

Maki Roll: only Momota can call me that

Lord Panta: cunt or harumaki???

Maki Roll removed Lord Panta from the chat

starlord: NICE

ShirogaNYEH: I SHIP IT

Maki Roll: do you want to die shirogane

ShirogaNYEH: I'M SORRY BLS DONT KILL ME

Kork: Good riddance.

Do You Believe In Magic changed Tojo Kirumi to Mother Knows Best

Mother Knows Best: I suppose I will just have to contend with this nickname as most of you do act like children.

Imma meme: dont worry tojo-san, akamatsu-san will be there with you every step of the way :3

imma meme: OH SHIT SHES BREAKING INTO MY ROkjdjksfbjksdkladladhrwt4eqio

chaotic lesbean: he's good as dead im sure

The Only Hope For Me is You: Uh where's Hoshi-kun? He hasn't said anything yet, I'm worried...

Gokuhara Gonta: Oh! No need to worry Saihara-kun! Hoshi-kun is with Gonta out the garden, he didn't bring his phone that's why he is silent here!

Gokuhara Gonta: We are catching some fireflies!

The Only Hope For Me Is You: That is so pure oh my gosh

starlord: its not manly but there are legit real tears in my eyes

chaotic lesbean: you must be protected at all costs!!! the only non-degenerate male here

The Only Hope For Me Is You added Lord Panta to the chat

chaotic lesbean: WHY

Lord Panta: IM BACK BITCHES I KNOW YALL MISS ME

starlord: this betrayal... whyd u do it sai

The Only Hope For Me Is You: I'm sorry, I'm not... strong enough

starlord: and this will make you strong??

Lord Panta: he means hes not strong enough to resist my charms *finger guns*

starlord: sure jan

The Only Hope For Me Is You: He's right

Lord Panta: wait rly??????

bitch I am the WAY: Atua did not see this coming too!

– nickname guide Lord Panta: Ouma The Only Hope For Me Is You: Saihara Treblemaker: Akamatsu bitch I am the WAY: Yonaga starlord: momota shirogaNYEH: shirogane Mother Knows Best: tojo imma meme: amami Maki Roll: harukawa Do You Believe In Magic: yumeno chaotic lesbean: chabashira Kork: shinguji Robot Rights Activist: idabashi dumb blonde slut: iruma N/A yet: gokuhara & hoshi NDRV3 HPA AU Character Design Masterlist here and background information here [Facebook] [Instagram] [Twitter] [Blogger] [Kofi] will probs post this on AO3 too idk lol

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Take a Break (Lin- Manuel Miranda x reader)

Hello everyone! I know its been a month i believe since i last posted a fic and I’m so sorry!! This is my first Lin x reader fic, so I hope you guys enjoy :))

Request: can i request some lin x reader ? something a little fluffy and domestic where they try to decide what to watch on netflix and what takeaway to get ?

Pairing: Lin-Manuel Miranda x reader

Word Count: 1172

Warnings: None, just some fluff (theres no cursing, Im SHOOK)

MASTERLIST

“Babe, you've been working too hard. You need a break.”

“I'll take a break when this music is done, Eliza.”

“Stop calling me Eliza every time I tell you that you need to relax.” You sighed and sat next to Lin.

Lin, your boyfriend of two years, refused to take breaks. He was notorious for staying up all night finishing music, just to throw it away the next day. You knew writing music took time, but Lin was going to go crazy if he didn't relax every once in awhile.

“Lin, please. You've been working really hard and you really need to take a break.”

He sighed and moved his hands away from the keys of his piano. He looked at you, looking miserable.

“See? Don't you feel better already?”

“I’d feel better if I could get this song done.” He said bitterly. You knew the anger was at himself not you. You grabbed his hands as they inched little by little closer to the piano.

“Ah ah ah. We're taking a break remember?”

He rolled his eyes, but still got off of the bench. You smiled and led him to the sofa, sitting next to him when he plopped down.  

“Doesn't this feel nice?” You asked, cuddling up next to him. Lin looked down at you, trying to keep a grumpy face on but failing. You started poking his side until his smile finally broke through. “Yay, I got you to smile.”

Lin laughed with you, and grabbed the remote on the armrest next to him. He started flicking through the channels looking for something to watch. He sighed when he moved through all the channels he usually watched and found nothing. He looked at you.

“What do you suppose we watch?”

You shrugged. “I don't know. Maybe we could watch some Netflix?” You suggested.

He snapped his fingers, smiling. “Ahh, I knew there was a reason I kept you around.”

“Excuse me? I’m the one keeping you around.”

He ignored you and ran to your shared bedroom to grab his laptop. He walked out, already typing in the webpage on the computer.

When he sat down next to you, he asked what you wanted to watch. “How about a movie?” You said.

He shook his head. “A movie? I’m not really interested in a movie right now.”

“Okay, let’s watch a show then. Oh, can we watch Parks and Rec?”

“How about Mr. Robot instead?”

“I don't really feel like criminals today. How about the Arrangement?”

“That show gets me so frustrated. They’re all adults but none of them know how to talk to each other about how they’re feeling.”

You nodded your head, agreeing with him. The show was good, but you couldn’t stand how childish everyone was.

“Oh, I know! Freaks and Geeks!” You shouted. Lin nodded enthusiastically and searched up the show.

“This show is a classic.” Lin said. You nodded your head in agreement and cuddled closer to Lin as the show started.

After about four episodes, Lin stood up and stretched. “Jesus, my legs hurt.”

You stood up, instead walking to the kitchen to get a drink. Lin followed after a moment. As you struggled to get a cup from the cupboard, Lin effortlessly reached up and grabbed the cup for you.

You punched his shoulder and poured your drink. He had the decency of wincing in pain at your punch. He grabbed his own cup and set it down next to yours.

“Can I get some too?” He asked, wrapping his arms around your waist and spreading kisses around your neck and shoulders.

“I can’t pour you juice with your arms around me.” You said. He didn’t answer, just set his head on your shoulder and used his own arms to pour the drink. He struggled a bit, since your arms were restricting his from moving too high.

“Are you done?” You asked when he finally walked away from you, already drinking his juice.

He nodded his head while walking to the living room. When you walked back he was already sitting on the couch, about to click play on the laptop.

“Were you seriously about to click play when I wasn’t even in the room?”

Lin looked at you. “Wha- Noooo. I’d never do that.” Lin said, sarcasm dripping from his tone.

You gave him a dirty look and sat next to him. He put his arm around you and let you click play.

You both watched a couple more episodes before you heard Lin’s stomach growl. You looked up at him and raised an eyebrow. “I think someone is hungry.”

He cheeks turned pink. “A little bit.”

“Wanna order takeout?” You asked. Lin agreed and you picked up your phone.

Just like with what to watch, you and Lin argued on what to eat.

“Chinese?”

“No, Thai?”

“Not again. Pizza?”

“From where though?”

“The pizza place a couple blocks away?”

“Johnny’s? Oh hell no. They burn their pizza. If we’re getting pizza we’re getting from Anthony’s.”

“Ugh, fine.” You rolled your eyes. You ordered the pizza and half an hour later, you were both sitting down at the kitchen island eating.

You ordered a calzone and were digging into that while Lin just stared at you. You didn’t notice, since the calzone was too good to even pay attention to anything else.

Nothing else is as beautiful as this. Lin thought to himself as he watched you practically swallow the calzone, marinara sauce dripping down your chin.

“Wow.” Lin whispered to himself. You heard him and looked up.

You noticed that he hadn’t eaten his food yet and asked, “Why aren’t you eating?”

“Why would I eat this when there’s a much better meal sitting right in front of me?”

You rolled your eyes, but still smiled. “Shut up and eat your food.”

He smiled too and complied. You both sat in silence, eating your food and giving each other looks from across the table. Every once in awhile, Lin would wink at you and blow you a kiss, making you roll your eyes but you’d blow your own kiss at him.

The rest of the night was spent watching the rest of Freaks and Geeks. It was almost 1 in the morning when you both finished the season.

“That was fun.” You mumbled, since you were tired.

“Someone sounds sleepy.” Lin mumbled, since he himself was tired also. You felt the hand that was rubbing circles around your back slow down before stopping.

“Nonsense. Let’s watch another show.” You said.

Lin chuckled and slowly let his eyes fall shut. He fell asleep almost instantly. It was the fastest you’d ever seen him fall asleep; since his mind was always occupied with work, it took him much longer to fall asleep.

Before you closed your own eyes, you snuggled closer to Lin and gave him a small kiss to his cheek.

“Good night babe. I love you.” You whispered, closing your eyes and letting Lin’s light snores drift you off to sleep.

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Free Fall – Max Meyer One Shot

For Anna. Thanks for the plot! Tweaked it a bit – hope you don’t mind. :)

Also, my sister and my good friend Dana talked me into being “un-petty” when it comes to writing, and I love them too much to resist. So here’s a fic about the only Schalke player I can stand. :)))))

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Ibiza was a bad idea. Anna knew it, yet she agreed to go with her best friends. If anything, it was a test for her heart – if she had already moved on from her breakup.

Too soon, Anna, she thought bitterly as she looked away from the couple who started making out on the beach deck chair in front of her. Too soon.

If she could have her say about breakups, it’s that the bawling and the sleepless nights aren’t the worst parts. The shittiest part is what comes after. How it taints just about anything – names, places, things and holidays. She ended up hating something she used to enjoy, simply because it reminded her of her ex.

In this case, the world’s party capital had his name written all over it – where he almost tripped when he was drunk, where they made out, where they watched the sunset… She used to love the beach and getting a tan, the nightlife and possibly everything about Ibiza. Now she hated it. It was hot and crowded and not at all breathtaking. Her ex ruined it for her.

“You are turning into somewhat of a killjoy,” Brenda huffed.

Anna glanced at Brenda and knew her friend was referring to her. She noticed Brenda’s tan lines for the first time, with her blonde hair pulled into a messy bun. On a normal day, she would have been envious. Brenda always gets the sexiest tan lines.

“It’s our second day here,” Carmen added, who was also tanned to perfection. Her sandy brown curls blew in the wind. “We haven’t gone to a single club because you sleep earlier than my grandmother.”

“My grandma is more fun than you,” Brenda chided.

Anna opened her mouth to argue, but thought better and quickly shut it. It’s true, she planned to spend her whole stay cooped up in their room, which wasn’t such a bad idea with a queen-sized comfy bed, Netflix and greasy hotel food. No wonder the harsh sun blinded her the moment her friends dragged her sorry ass out.

“You’re thinking about him, aren’t you?” Carmen accused.

“Oh, get a grip. It’s been, what, two months?” Brenda said, frowning.

“A month and a half, I think,” Carmen corrected.

“Still a long time to be sitting around moping, if you ask me,” the blonde said with a smirk.

“Hello? You’re talking about me in front of me,” Anna snapped. “What kind of friends are you?” She snatched Brenda’s margarita and took a long sip.

“The kind who only wants the best for you,” Brenda said, snatching her drink back. “The kind who can be brutally honest with you because you need it.”

Anna threw her hands in defeat. “God, fine, what do you want to do?”

Shrieks and laughter suddenly pierced the monotonous crashing of waves on the beach. Anna looked at the direction of the noise.

“Oh wait,” she said, wriggling her eyebrows at them. “I know what I want to do.”

***

The cliff-diving spot was the only untainted spot in Ibiza that Anna could remember. She has always wanted to try it, but her ex wouldn’t let her and he never said anything about accompanying her. Maybe he was scared? What a loser.

“There are so many hot guys here,” Brenda said, giggling. “Hot, daring guys are a yes in my book. Good call, Anna.”

Carmen reprimanded her with a shake of the head then turned to her other friend. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

Anna almost replied, yes, ever since my first day in Ibiza with him, but that would mean he’s still part of this spot. Anna wouldn’t allow it. This was her spot. She nodded. “Should I go first?”

“Wait!” Brenda hissed. “You should ask one of them to jump with you.”

“Do you ever quit?” Anna shot her a dirty look, but she couldn’t deny that her friend was right. An adventurous spirit sure is attractive.

“Come on, just for fun?” Brenda pressed eagerly.

“Yeah,” Carmen chimed in, eyeing a guy in red board shorts.

Anna rolled her eyes and surveyed the few ones who hadn’t jumped yet. “Okay, I choose that short guy.” She pointed at a blond in black board shorts who was horsing around with two of his friends. They were trying to push each other off the cliff.

“But that’s…” Carmen whispered. “That’s Max Meyer.”

“I know,” Anna said nonchalantly, flipping her long hair. “I mean, what do I have to lose? I got dumped, right?”

She also knew that a famous person like Max would refuse, and that was all she needed to get her friends off her back.

Anna strode confidently towards the guys, but she felt all poise dwindle when Max met her gaze. She quickly averted her eyes and, in the last minute, turned to his friend in pink shorts instead.

“Hi!” she greeted cheerfully, mustering her cutest smile. “I’m Anna.”

“Hi, Anna.” Pink Dude gave her a once-over, which made her freeze from self-consciousness. “What can I do for you?”

“It’s – it’s my first time to try this.” Anna gestured at a couple that just jumped, their shrieks fading into a splash below. “I was wondering if I could ask you to jump with me?” She fluttered her eyelashes for good measure, which made her cringe inside. What the hell, Anna?

“I can jump with you,” Max offered from behind Pink Dude.

Anna’s mouth dropped open and she glanced at her friends, panicking. He’s supposed to say no!

The Schalke midfielder’s expression was that of indifference but there’s also no denying the confidence, even in his voice. He might be the shortest but he looked like the badass boss – and with a tattoo sleeve to boot. The thought made Anna want to laugh and, to her mortification, an actual snort escaped her. Max raised an eyebrow at her.

“Oh! Oh, wow,” she exclaimed, laughing nervously. “Wow, that’s so kind of you. Thank you.”

The two taller guys stepped back to give them space on the edge. Anna peered down and gulped. The heads bobbing below looked so tiny. It was deeper than she thought.

“Don’t look down,” Max said. His tone almost sounded like an order.

She drew in a shuddered breath and squeezed her eyes shut.

“Do you want to run or just jump from here?” he asked.

“J-jump… here,” she stammered.

Max took her hand, and he didn’t say anything about how dead cold it was. Anna opened her eyes and looked into his blue ones and then at their hands clasped together. Her heart hammered in her chest and her knees buckled. She bounced on the balls of her feet so he wouldn’t notice.

“Ready?” he asked.

She took a deep breath and nodded. Max counted to three under his breath, squeezed her hand and then together they leaped through the air. 

The water was surprisingly warm, and sinking into it was strangely calming. It blocked everything out. Anna wished she could open her eyes and see what it looked like underwater. It was only when she felt a tug at her hand that she realized Max was with her. She let herself be pulled back up to the surface. 

Max was the first to break out of the water. He watched as she slowly blinked away the sting from the saltwater and felt around to check if her bikini was still intact. When he realized this, he looked away, his cheeks burning.

“Stay close to me,” he said in between gulps of air. 

Anna squinted at him and slipped through his grasp, breaking into a freestyle stroke away from him, away from the noise.

“Hey!” he called, chasing after her.

She ducked under, grateful for the warmth and hush of the water. She stayed underneath until she felt her lungs burn. When she resurfaced, she was a good distance away from the people and the cliff itself.

“You’re not a first-timer,” Max said, swimming towards her.

Anna began treading water. She couldn’t help but laugh even as she panted.

“So you’re not? It’s just a bet or what?”

She couldn’t tell if he was pissed because he had the same indifferent look and tone. “In the first place, I asked Pink Dude to jump with me,” she argued.

He chuckled. “That’s Samy.”

They looked at the distant cliff and could barely hear the noise from the people. The crashing of waves was soothing to Anna’s ears.

“It’s my first time, I swear,” she said. “But I’ve always wanted to do it.”

“Why just now?”

She paused, trying her best not think of the real reason. “I’m trying to make new memories of this place.”

Max tilted his head sideways, smirking. “Cheesy. Got dumped here or something?”

Anna bit her lip, tasting the saltwater. His brash statement felt like a slap on the face, but she quickly dismissed it. She knew she couldn’t hold it against the football player, who was a stranger to her feelings.

When she didn’t respond, Max averted his gaze, realizing his rudeness. “It’s brave of you to try something new,” he mumbled, floating on his back.

“Thanks,” Anna said quietly. “Thanks for jumping with me too.”

Max closed his eyes and smirked again.

She floated on her back too and spread her arms sideways. She tilted her face to the sun and felt her skin starting to burn. Their fingers touched and soon the skin of their arms as they floated side by side. Anna smiled. For the first time in a long while, she felt at peace with her heart. With Ibiza. With the world.

“Hey.” Max’s voice broke into her thoughts, and a splash on her face startled her. “We should head back.”

She glared at him and splashed him back. They did it for a while, chasing each other on the surface.

“Race you to the shore?” he challenged.

Anna won, and she didn’t dare tease him about his height because, in truth, he was still taller than her. Max grumbled good-naturedly when he reached the shore. With both hands, he wiped the water from his face and rubbed his blond head. Anna couldn’t help but run her gaze appreciatively on his bare upper body. Droplets of water glistened on his skin and ran in rivulets down his toned chest and stomach. She blushed and guiltily lowered her gaze to the white sand.

She pondered on the fall earlier. There was no time to think about anything because it happened so fast, but she remembered feeling weightless. As if nothing mattered – just the pull of gravity. And it felt good. Someday, she would be ready to fall again.

“Anna,” Max said, and the sound of her name in his voice – in a friendly tone – made her stomach flip.

She looked up cautiously and found the corner of his lips turned upward in a smirk. She felt his expression growing on her.

“Want to try again?” He held out his hand to her.

Anna’s fingers tingled with excitement. She smiled and took his hand.

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