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sluts4matt · 2 months

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Can you do a fan fiction with matt and the reader is a mixed (black and white) girl with shoulder length curly hair and brown eyes? Love your fan fics!

ANNIVERSARY

pairing: rough!dom matt x mixed!reader

summary: in which your two-year anniversary is a lot more of a big deal to matt then you thought it would be.

warnings: small age gap(literally a year), fluff, suggestive, SMUT, fingering, p in v (wrap it up boys and girls), praising, public, exhibitionism kink, degradation (if you squint), slight bondage, spanking and choking (if you squint)

word count: 2540

authors note: disclaimer the only thing to go off from the picture above is the dress, other than that, that's not how the character is depicted.

the sun peaked through the silk curtains hung from the windows. you groaned as the light hit your vision, your eyes squeezing back shut.

you grabbed your phone before disappearing underneath your black comforter with it. turning it on, you're hit with your phone brightness all the way up. you mentally curse yourself for forgetting to turn it down, clicking on your boyfriend, matt's contact name.

when you popped your head back out, a grin had overtaken your features. you planted your feet on the ground, shuttering at the coldness before standing up.

march 26th had been such a meaningful day for you. it was the day you moved to los angeles with your mom at sixteen to pursue your dream of becoming a model.

it was the day matt had popped the 'will you be my girlfriend question' a year later. now, it was your two-year anniversary. matt had always been a nonchalant guy, so him waking up before his usual time of 2 pm to do something with you made you feel special.

you made your way to your closet, deciding on a white and blue sundress, as it was nice, but wasn't too fancy. you had no clue what matt had planned.

you slipped into a pair of black boots, walking towards your bathroom to brush your teeth. when finished you took a seat at the small chair in front of your vanity, untying the silk bonnet that contained your curls.

you watched your brown curls cascade down your shoulders stopping right under them as you took it off your head, hanging it on the nob right next to the mirror.

you picked up a wide tooth picked comb, gently tugging it through your hair. you started at the bottom, working your way up to your roots as you dragged it through the curls, the comb getting stuck every now in then.

once you finished, you took a couple scrunchies. you parted your hair through the middle, parting it once more horizontally before beginning to assemble your space buns.

one break down and almost an hour later your hair was to your liking, your edges laying down as perfectly as you could get them too. you applied spf to your face, to protect it from the harsh rays of the sun before applying a thin layer of skin tint.

you blended it out, applying concealer to the underneath of your eyes, your chin, and your forehead to brighten those areas up. you blended that out, doing a small wing with your eyeliner.

you took a spully brush to brush your lash extensions out, making them appear fluffier. you added a bit of contour, blush, and highlighter before lining your lips and applying a coat of clear gloss over them.

you rubbed them together, pouting at the mirror.

"perfect." you whispered; a grin plastered on your face.

you stood, grabbing your black and silver cross body bag, your phone sliding right in. you grabbed a black leather jacket in case it got chilly, and adorned your wrist with a few gold bracelets.

your ears held gold hoops, and a gold industrial bar on the right side. your nose had a black septum ring in it. you smiled at your appearance, checking the time.

11:30.

you made your way out of your room, down the stairs immediately being greeted by your mom, a cup of green tea in her hand as she gazed out the sliding glass door, blowing smoke from her lips.

you watched her tuck her vuse back into her pocket, taking a sip of her tea. "you look nice, sweetie."

the grin on her lips was contagious, the corners of your own curling upwards as well. "thank you, matt's taking me somewhere," i grin, looking out the sliding door to see what she was looking at.

a few birds had been stood on the water fountain on your back porch, chirping in a sing-song fashion. your cat, fish, had been laid underneath the tree, soaking in the sun's rays.

"well have fun," she said, as the two of you heard a car pull up. "shit," you mutter, rushing into the garage. you come back with a blue bag in your hand, white and gold tissue paper sticking out the tops.

you slip the leather jacket on, sliding the bag onto your shoulder as you rushed out the front door, closing it behind you.

matt stood, leaning against the kia. his body was clad in blue jeans and a red top, his head adorned with a red and white snapback. his hands were stuffed in his pocket as he watched you approach the passenger side.

"afternoon," he smiled, opening his arms for a hug which you gladly accepted, your arms wrapping around his neck as he lifted you slightly. the bag hitting his upper back, brought you both back to reality.

"i have a gift," you grinned, pulling back. you handed him the bag, his face softening.

he took the paper out, a smile overtaking his face. inside was a few different rings, as well as squirtle, pikachu, and charmander plushies.

you loved the way his eyes lit up, as if he were a kid in a candy store. "baby squirtle," he says since he already had a bigger one.

he took the plush out of the bag, giving it a tight squeeze before turning his attention to you.

"thank you so much, angel. i love you."

you grinned, watching his eyes flicker to your lips. he glanced over your shoulder, most likely checking to see if your mom was watching. when he pressed his lips to yours, you assumed she wasn't.

you grinned into the kiss, the taste of spearmint on his lips as they moved against your own. his hand had come up to caress the side of your face, his thumb rubbing circles into your cheek.

"i love you too." you say, pulling away with a grin before sliding into the car. he closed the door, making it to the other side of the car.

he pressed the button, the car revving before pulling off. "where are we going?" you ask, glancing out the window.

"you'll see," he smiles, glancing at you before back to the road. he places his hand on your thigh, rubbing circles with his thumb.

you hum, the feeling sending chills down your spine as his thumb brushes against the hem of your dress. your heartbeat quickens, his hand slipping under the dress.

your eyes widen slightly, throughout the two years of your relationship anything sexual was done inside the bedroom, and inside the bedroom only. this was unlike him, yet it excited you.

he brushed against the lace material of your panties, his touch making you suck in a breath.

"matthew!" you say, glancing out the window. "you're being so bad right now."

"i know," he whispers, his fingers pushing the lace fabric aside.

he rubs against your slit, your breath hitching as a whine bubbles up in your throat. his touch makes you melt, his finger slowly circling your clit.

you feel your legs spread for him, and he grins. two of his fingers push inside of you, a gasp falling from your lips. your head lols back against the headrest, your eyes shutting.

you buck into his fingers, your hands gripping the side of your seat. "fuck," you whine, your voice shaking. "so cute, coming undone in the car all because of my fingers."

his words only made you wetter, your eyes opening and rolling to the back of your head. "matt, fuck."

you whimper, a knot forming in the pit of your stomach. "god, so close," you breathe out, moaning.

"are you going to cum, angel? are you going to cum on my fingers, huh?"

you nod your head, your breathing heavy as you bucked into his fingers. he chuckles before pulling his fingers away, "not yet princess."

"what the fuck?" you mutter, opening your eyes. the knot that had formed was slowly unraveling, and you needed it gone. "don't be mean," you pout. "oh baby," he mocks, turning into a park, parking lot.

it was mostly empty, other than a few people here and there. you felt embarrassed, the feeling of wetness seeping from you. you crossed your legs, a frown on your face.

he laughed, pulling into a spot. "aw don't be like that," he smiles, unbuckling himself. he gets out, going to your side to open the door.

you're still pouting, glaring at him. he laughs, holding his hand out. "don't be like that angel."

you undo the seatbelt, standing up. you fix your dress, closing the car door. "that was so mean," "i'll make it up to you," he says, guiding you towards a group of trees.

behind it was a small blanket, sat out with a picnic basket and a few candles. you gasped, a smile taking over your features.

"happy anniversary." he whispered, when you turn to face him. he's holding up a small heart shaped box, and you squeal.

you take it, opening it to reveal a silver promise ring, with diamonds decorating the band. "you can't be serious," you said, your eyes welling up.

"this must have cost you a fortune," you say, looking at him as you blink back tears. "you're worth every. single. penny," he mutters, kissing you in between words.

you kissed him back, your hands sliding to his neck. his hands slide to the underside of your thighs, picking you up.

your legs wrap around his waist, his hand pushing against the tree for support. his tongue swiped over the bottom of your lip, and you granted him entrance.

he kissed you slowly, taking his time to explore your mouth. though he already knew every inch and crevice of it, you were severely glad the trees had hidden you away.

his hand moved from under your thigh to the zip of your dress. he pulled away, looking you in the eyes.

"can i take this off, baby?" he asks, and you nod. he sets you down, pulling the zipper of the dress down. he watches the fabric fall down your body, polling at your feet.

his eyes danced over your skin, as if he was taking a mental picture. "you're so beautiful," he muttered, trailing his hands down the caramel skin.

he kissed you again, the passion between the two of you growing as he guided you to lay down on the blanket. he climbed on top of you, his tongue slipping into your mouth.

your hands slid to the hem of his shirt, tugging it up. he pulled away, allowing the article of clothing to come off.

his hand pushed between your thighs, your legs opening for him. you giggled as you felt his lips attach to your neck, sucking marks, that your mom would tease you about later, into the skin.

you moan, arching your back. "so needy, aren't you?"

you nod, your hands sliding to the buckle of his pants. he chuckled, taking the belt off. the way his eyes looked at your brown ones told you he had an idea bubbling in his head, "do it," you mumble.

he grinned, flipping you onto your stomach. your face flushed and you were glad he couldn't see it. he took the belt, and the strap that was on it, looping it through the holes.

you felt him wrap it around your wrists, leaving enough leigh way for him to be able to tug. once the belt was tied, he slipped his boxers off, throwing them to the side.

he tugged on the belt, a moan falling from your lips. "fuck, please," "please, what?" he asks, his voice smooth and velvety. "please fuck me, matthew."

"how can i say no when you ask so nicely," he mutters, slipping the lace panties you had on down your legs.

he pushes into you, and you let out a choked moan. your eyes roll to the back of your head, his thrusts are slow but hard.

his hand is gripped around the leigh way of the belt, the other resting on your hips as he pounded into you. "oh my god," you breathed, the knot forming in your stomach once more.

"please, right there," you whined, feeling him hit the spot that made you see stars. "yeah? right there angel," you squeaked out in response, pushing yourself against him.

"you like the way my cock feels inside of you?" you nod, not being able to formulate a proper answer.

"use your words," he spanks you, and the sound resonates through the woods. your body jolts at the unexpected contact, a whine leaving your lips.

"yes, fuck yes!"

"good girl," he praised, and it made the knot in your stomach grow tighter. "cum for me, angel. show me how much my little slut loves getting fucked where anyone could see her."

"oh fuck, matt, i'm gonna-" you cry, the knot finally breaking. white hot pleasure takes over your body, and your vision blurs.

your mouth falls agape, a silent scream ripping through you.

"such a good fucking girl, taking my cock like a champ," he mutters, pressing kisses to the back of your neck. his praises were enough to send you over the edge again, your vision blurring even more.

the tears had stained your face, and your chest heaved as you came down from the high. his thrusts became sloppier, the knot in his stomach tightening.

"angel, fuck, where should i-,"

"inside," you mutter, pushing back against him. his movements are a bit harder, his tip rubbing up against your g-spot each and every time.

"right there," you whine, and he continues the movements. your hands squeeze together, in attempt to find something to hold onto without being able to move your arms.

you feel the belt loosen around your wrist before it's falling to the side and matt's pulling out. a whine escapes your throat at the sudden emptiness before he's flipping you over and ramming back into you.

"wanna see those pretty brown eyes when i cum baby," he says, his hands wrapping around your throat. the feeling makes your back arch, his grip not tight enough to cut air off.

he moves in and out of you, his thrusts hard and fast.

"please cum, i can't-" "you can take it, just a bit longer," he leans down, biting into your shoulder. his teeth are sharp, the pain sending another shockwave of pleasure throughout your body.

"oh, fuck, baby."

your orgasm takes over again, and his hand clamps around your mouth, muffling the loud moan like screams that are emitted from you. his thrusts become sloppy, and soon enough his cum is painting your walls.

he rides out his high, pulling out once the both of you have calmed down. his lips connect with yours, his tongue moving against your own.

he pulls away, pressing kisses down your neck. "you shouldn't have gotten me anything," he mumbles, "i already have the best gift i could ask for right next to me."

a grin overtook your features, a giggle falling from your lips. "i love you, baby. happy anniversary."

"i love you more."

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bbrissonn · 9 months

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𝐥𝐮𝐥𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 - 𝐥𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬

in which you and luke become a couple

warnings: not proofread

disclaimer: english is not my first language so excuse any mistakes. also, this is a work of fictions, this doesn't reflect how these boys act in real life :)

pairing: luke hughes x zegras!reader

wc: 1.4k

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-DECEMBER 14 '22-

“Luke!” You called out, walking into the sophomore house, only to be met with silence. The boy had texted you that morning, asking if you were free to stop by his house after your last class. So here you were, standing in the empty and quiet home, something you didn’t know was possible in any hockey house. You made your way trough the place and up the stairs to his room, calling out his name over and over again, but an answer never came.

“Luke!” You said again, this time a loud bang could be heard coming from the boy’s room, making your eyes grow wide. “Are you okay?” You asked, about to open the door to his bedroom, only for his voice to stop you.

“Don’t come him! Just… gimme a minute!” He yelled out, making your hand drop from the nob. You stood in front of the door for almost a whole minute until his door opened. The boy greeted you with his lopsided grin, rubbing the back of his neck shyly.

“Hi.” He said, before looking behind himself quickly.

“Hey, you okay?” You spoke, your eyes looking into his full of worry. The boy felt his warm skip a couple of beats at the eye contact.

“Yeah, yeah, I just… I tripped over my bed.” He mumbled, clearly embarrassed about it. You tried your hardest to keep your laugh in, but eventually it slipped past your lips, Luke’s face growing red as he looked at the ground.

“Sorry, sorry. You wanted me to stop by?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah, right. Come in.” He said stepping aside. Once you were in, you turned around to look at him with a smile, only to notice one of his arm had been behind his back the whole time.

“Whatcha hiding back there?” You asked curiously with a smile, his heart once again skipping a couple of beats. Without answering, his arm appeared in front of you, a bouquet of Gardenia, looking crushed a little, in his hand.

“I feel on them.” He explained their odd shapes, only making your smile grow wider. “They’re for you.”

“Thank you.” You whispered, your hands now holding the flowers. “They’re beautiful, Lu.” You added, a tint of pink flushing on your cheeks. No boy had ever gotten you flowers before, not even last year when your at the time boyfriend asked you to prom, never. You didn’t really understand why he had decided to gift you these on a random day of december, but you weren’t complaining. You finally understood why girls always freaked out whenever they’d receive some, you felt a warmth in your chest you had never felt before, and you loved it.

“‘M glad you like them.”

“I love them, Luke.” You corrected him, walking up to him and wrapping your arms around his neck, the flowers still in your hands. Luke’s arms wrapped around your waist, keeping your body close to his as his head landed in the crock of your neck.

“I don’t wanna be like a bitch or anything, but why?”

“Just felt like it. You’ve helped me a lot, balance school and hockey, you’re always there for me. Thank you.” He explained, his voice low and muffled by your neck, but you understood every word he said.

“No one’s ever bought be flower before.” You admitted, your voice also low and muffled. Your words made Luke pull away from your hug, but his hands remained wrapped around your waist. “What?”

“You’ve never been given flower before?”

“No.” You admited, your fingers playing with the curls on the back of his neck. You bit your lip, looking away from his gaze as he looked at you with a look you couldn’t describe.

“You’re ex never bought you flowers?” He asked after a couple of seconds. You nodded your head to the side slightly, bitting down on your lips harder as you felt Luke’s grip on your waist tighten. “He’s an idiot.” The boy added softly, making you smile slightly.

“Yeah, he is.” You sighed, thinking about how toxic your relationship had been.

“You deserve all the flowers in the world, Y/N/N.” The boy mumbled, making your eyes fly up to meet his. The two of you stared at each other for a couple of seconds before Luke spoke once again. “The other guys are too dumb to see it, but I do. You deserve everything in the whole world.” He continued, his voice still as low as before.

“Yeah? And who’s gonna give me that, Lulu. All boys want now is sex, they don’t care about the whole romance thing.”

“I do. I can give you all that.” The boy whispered, one of his hand leaving your waist to cup your cheek. “I care about all the romance thing if you care about it, Y/N. I want to do all those couple things you always complain about because you don’t have anyone to do it with. I can be that guy, I want to be that guy, just for you.” He admitted, his face slowly getting closer and closer to yours until your foreheads were touching.

Saying you didn’t feel anything for the youngest Hughes boy would be a complete lie. You had never been happier around another person before, being with Luke gave you this euphoric feeling of joy, and it was like a drug. You always wanted to be around him, you always wanted to feel those little butterflies in your stomach whenever he’d stare at you during a conversation. You were addicted to way he made you feel, you were addicted to him. You wanted him just as much as he wanted you.

“Promise you won’t hurt me.”

“Hurting you is the last thing I’ll ever do. You deserve to be happy, and I want to give you that.” The boy answered, leaning his head down a little lower so your nose were now touching as well. “I promise.” He added, and the next second your lips were on his.

Suddenly, it was like the world stopped, all you could think about was the boy in front of you, and how you never wanted this moment to end. You found comfort in the kiss you were sharing, weirdly enough since it was the first one the two of you shared, but it felt like home.

“I want you to be my boyfriend, Lu.” You said once the two of you pulled away. Your words made the boy chuckle a little before answering you.

“Let me take you out on a date before, yeah?”

“No. I don’t need to spend a night with you doing whatever to know how I feel about you, Luke. I want to be with you.” You said, and the boy nodded a bit before connecting your lips again for a short moment.

“Girlfriend?”

“Boyfriend.”

“Woah! What’s going on over here?” Dylan asked later that evening, walking into his best friend’s bedroom, only to find the two of you half asleep, you body on top of Luke’s as his arms keep you close to his chest.

“Get out.” Luke mumbled before turning on his side as you cuddle closer to him. “And don’t say a fucking word about this to anyone.”

“Gosh, moody much.” The Duker boy said under his breath before walking out and closing the door.

“I’m hungry.” You spoke, your voice gentle as you slowly woke up.

“Wanna order something?” Luke asked softly, making you nod against his chest slightly. The boy then reached for his phone and started ordering from your favourite fast food place.

“I had a dream, and it made me think of something.” You spoke again after a couple of seconds.

“Tell me about it.”

“I was shopping with Eva, and we went to Lululemon, and it reminded me of you.” You explained, your voice still softly as your eyes barely stayed opened.

“Me?”

“Yeah, ‘cause it’s called Lululemon. I’m gonna start calling you lemon now.” You told him, making him chuckle a bit. “Lulu the lemon.”

“Does that mean I am supposed to call you lime?” He joked, finishing up the order on his phone and dropping it on his mattress as he moved to his back. You stayed sideways, your head now resting fully on his chest as one of your hands ran over his abs.

“Please don’t.”

“It’s fitting though, you’re sour like a lime.” He joked, making you look up at him with a frown.

“Hey, that’s not nice.” You mumbled, only making him chuckle even more than before.

#bri writes #luke hughes #luke hughes x reader #luke hughes fic #luke hughes fluff #luke hughes blurb #luke hughes imagine #lemon au

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 8 months

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Hello, could I please request in general dating Tangerine from Bullet train headcanons please :)

hii!! ofc ofc! hope you like it💌

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DATING HC’s

tangerine x f!reader

I have MANY thoughts, listen up

(some of these have probably been said in my other hc’s, but I’ve done so many it’s hard to know what I have and haven’t said😭)

— I don't think he has just one love language- he has at least 3: acts of service, gift giving and physical touch. acts of service- he'd get you drinks and snacks without asking. picks up stuff you might want/ need from the shops. does something for you that you didn't want to do. makes you dinner. fills your car with fuel. cleans your car. dishes. takes off your shoes and puts away your coat (all in all, princess treatment) gift giving- always brings back something for you when away on work. treats you to shopping days (he's very well off, so likes to splurge on you) gives you his card when you online shop (he trusts you with it. you may not want to use it, but he'd reassure you or steal your phone/ laptop to pay for it) gets you lavish gifts. physical touch- likes to know that you're near, especially when out, needs your hand in his or your arm wrapped around his. soft touches when he walks past you (small of back, shoulder, hand) unintentional strokes on your arm or leg when watching something. plays with your hand/ fingers, makes circles, light brushes, that kinda thing. plays with your hair. cuddles and kisses

— ties in with love languages, but he gets you something when he goes to the shop for cigs. goes corner shop and always brings you back a bar of chocolate or a drink. also gets you flowers just bc (but not down the road bc it's a rip-off!! (even though he has a shit tonne of money (I think anyway) he's sometimes pretty tight with it - frugal if you will))

— tries not to raise his voice around you

— lovingly calls you 'insults', like nob, dick, twat

— in bed, he sleeps closest to the door (he thinks that keeps you safe)

— takes you on date nights whenever he gets the chance

— he doesn't treat you like you're disposable

— he respects women bc I say so, and not just you bc he’s dating/ with you. but women in general - waitresses, staff at the shop, an old lady in the street. I reblogged this ages ago, but something about it’s “okay to kill people (have to specify fiction) but never okay to disrespect women,” that’s him

— wants to eventually lead a simple, quiet life with you

— isn't great at expressing himself but tries hard to be better at it for you

— very observant and takes time to learn things about you. he listens to you, even when you think he doesn't. remembers things about your family, friends & work

— — — — — — — — — — ☆ — — — — — — — — — —

#ask #I want him so bad I wanna cry #tangerine #tangerine x reader #tangerine bullet train #tangerine x you #tangerine fluff #tangerine headcanon #tangerine x fem!reader

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petalsnow · 11 months

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Best Friend (18+)

bang chan x felix

word count: 3.4k

genre: smut, fluff - 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI

warnings: non-idol au, friends to lovers, dom!chan, sub!felix, swearing, excessive alcohol consumption, both characters are under the influence, oral sex, unprotected sex (don’t do this), cumming inside (don’t do this), praise kink, degradation kink, confessions of love.. i think that covers it but if i missed something let me know!

summary: no matter how hard felix tries, he just can’t shake his feelings for chan.. but he never expected him to feel the same way.

this is a fictional story. nothing in this fan-fiction represents felix, bang chan, or stray kids as a whole, NOR does it represent their relationships between each other. read at your own risk.

18+ content below the cut.

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felix knew for a while now. he was painfully aware of the feelings he had for his best friend. but that was the problem, and the root of all of this weird tension between them. he was supposed to be his best friend. felix grew up with chan. they were neighbors, classmates, and even part of the same dance group throughout high school. but as time passed, their hang outs grew scarce and their communication dwindled down significantly. after all, they’re both in college now. both busy with their studies and part time jobs. this is whenever felix started to realize his feelings for chan weren’t just the average “bromance” type. he found himself thinking about chan late at night, his chest tightening from the pain of missing him so much. he often would lay in bed and scroll through his camera roll, eyes grazing over pictures of the two of them throughout the years. he hated the feeling. it felt wrong, it felt pathetic. felix of course has no idea how chan feels about him, but he can only assume it’s not mutual. it would be strange if it was.. they’re practically brothers… (felix tries to convince himself). after many long and painful nights of missing his friend, felix decides it would be a good idea to text chan and ask him to hang out. it’s been a few months since the last time they saw each other, it doesn’t seem like a weird request. felix opens up their message thread and finds himself twiddling his thumbs, overthinking what he wants to send. after several back spaces and heavy sighs, he finally decides to press send: felix: hey! i have break from classes today if you want to come over and drink or something. he figures that sounds casual enough and nervously waits for his reply. which comes sooner than he expected, and the blonde headed boy’s head shoots up quickly at the chime of his phone channie: felix! hey!! of course, i’ll be over within the next hour if that sounds okay. i’ll bring some soju. felix finds himself unable to fight the smile that is now beaming across his face and quickly texts back, felix: sounds great bro, see you then. the casual “bro” was thrown in there of course, on purpose. ———

felix has been getting ready for the entirety of the hour that chan said it would take him to arrive at his apartment. changing his outfit five times, changing his hairstyle, and even applying a small amount of makeup just to brighten his eyes and cover a few of his unwanted blemishes.

he is staring at himself in his full length mirror, his final look consists of a comfortable white tee, a oversized light brown cardigan, and some comfy grey sweats. he didn’t want to dress up too much and give himself away.. but he did want to look appealing, and felix is convinced he did just that.

he’s tidying up his hair when he hears three knocks to his front door and his heart inevitably leaps in his chest, he gives himself a final look over and all but sprints to the source of the noise. he takes a deep breath before twisting the nob and revealing his (handsome) “best friend”.

“ahhh felix!” the older boy grins from ear to ear, pulling the smaller boy in for a warm embrace. “how have you been?? i feel like it’s been forever” he adds

“i’ve been good, same shit different day. you know how it is.” felix responds casually, trying not to reveal the enormous smile he now posses.

“ah yes, i get it dude.” he groans in agreement as he pulls away “want me to throw the soju in the fridge?” he questions as he brushes past felix and enters the apartment.

“yeah, that’s perfect” felix nods, shutting the door as his friend heads into the kitchen. felix awkwardly clears his throat, trying to keep himself as nonchalant as possible “how have you been?” he chimes as he follows behind him.

“tired, stressed, exhausted.. the usual” his friend chuckles, taking two bottles of soju out of the pack before placing the rest in the fridge. he smiles, handing one to his friend. “but that’s what these are for.” he smirks.

felix laughs and happily takes the bottle into his hand, twisting the metal cap off. “we both going to drink a bottle by ourselves?” he quirks an eye brow, taking his first sip before chan can reply.

“just like old times.” chan grins back at him, taking a gulp of the liquid down like a champ. “plus, if i don’t drink this whole thing, i don’t think i would be half as enjoyable to be around with how stressed i’ve been lately” he adds.

before felix has time to process what he’s saying he replies with, “you’re always enjoyable to me.” and his face quickly turns a light shade of pink at his abrupt honestly. “j-just because we always have such a good time together.. ya know?” he clears his throat, breaking the intense eye contact with his friend.

chan giggles and walks over to felix to ruffle his hair “of course i know what you mean, i don’t think you’d keep me around for this long if you didn’t enjoy my company.” he says playfully before squinting a little a felix with the newly established proximity. “are you wearing makeup?” he cocks his head

felix swears he could shit himself right there on the kitchen floor. his pink cheeks now turning a deep shade of red. “yeah.. just a little insecure with my acne lately..” he tries to play it off, shoving chan playfully (and so he won’t be so close to notice such details).

“ahh, i’m sorry for pointing it out then” he replies. “come on, let’s go chill in the living room, i’m tired of standing” chan smiles and walks comfortably through his friends apartment, like he owns the place. which, he may as well, he’s been here more times than he can count.

felix silently agrees and plops himself on the opposite side of the couch from chan.

they spend a while catching up, their soju bottles growing lighter and lighter as each minute passes. trips to the fridge are made to retrieve more, several times.

hours have passed now and the sun has fallen from the sky, the apartment lit up only by the glow of the TV screen. empty soju bottles are littered across felix’s floor and both boys are laughing and throwing their heads back over the couch.

“bro, no way you told a girl you loved her on the FIRST DATE?” felix asks in purse disbelief, the alcohol molding him into a bold and now (very) loud person

“and that is why i will never drink tequila on the first date ever again..” chan groans as he hides his face, unable to keep himself from laughing as felix cracks up at this embarrassing story.

their laughter dies down before felix adds to the conversation again, “i haven’t been on any dates in forever, i just don’t have the interest in any girls around here i guess” he shrugs, toying with one of the bottle caps in his hand.

“really? i figured you’d have a list of girls lined up waiting to beat down your door.” chan responds, taking the last sip of the last bottle of soju before resting it on the coffee table close to the couch.

felix chuckles at this and flicks the bottle cap in chan’s direction. “could say the same for you.”

chan catches the cap and flicks it back at felix with a small grin. “sort of, but none of them have kept my interest. more of a one night stand kind of guy lately.”

the bottle cap drops to the floor from chan’s poor aim and felix, now without any distraction, looks up to meet his friend’s gaze.

“i don’t know if could do one night stands.. i feel like i get attached too easily” felix sighs sweetly.

“you always were the hopeless romantic type” chan smiles softly, shifting his position on the couch to fully face felix. “it’s cute.”

felix gulps, sobering up a little at his comment. “t-thanks. it’s kind of embarrassing actually.. it gets lonely” he swallows hard.

chan frowns at his friends response “you can always call me, yeah? you don’t have to isolate yourself”

“no i just mean.. it gets lonely like, romantically. i constantly crave affection and physical touch but most people just want a one time thing and i just can’t see myself being okay with that.” felix explains, toying with a button on his cardigan.

“i know that’s what you meant.. my offer still stands.” chan replies, confidence never wavering in his tone.

felix can’t help but quickly look up, meeting his eyes in a small panic. he doesn’t know if he’s reading too much into it or if chan is trying to hint at what he thinks he’s trying to hint at.. he opens his mouth to reply but chan beats him to it.

“i like you felix.” chan adds, boldly. the alcohol has clearly taken over at this point.

felix blinks hard, at a loss for words. “w-what do you mean?” he asks

“i like you, more than just a friend.” chan clarifies for him. “i’ve felt this way for a while, but we’ve been best friends our entire life and it always just felt so wrong, so i’ve never mentioned it before or made a move.” he shrugs, “but i’m super drunk right now and i’m tired of keeping it in.. so here it is” he nods, looking away from felix and down at the couch in an attempt to make him less uncomfortable.

felix’s adams apple visibly bobs from how hard he gulps, he feels like he’s dreaming. because there is absolutely no way chan just confessed his love for him. after a few seconds of awkward silence, felix finally finds the courage to reply.

“i feel the same way..” he says, barely above a whisper. “… that’s why i wore makeup, and invited you over..” his words slurring “shit, i spent an entire hour getting ready for you…” he’s pouring out now.

chan’s heart aches in his chest at the boy’s innocent confession. “you did all of that for me?” he asks.

“yeah, all for you.” felix nods, still fidgeting with his cardigan. “i love you channie..” his voice cracking, his feelings that have been pent up for years, overflowing thanks to the soju.

“oh felix..” chan trails off, shifting his position to move closer to him, taking felix’s hands into his own to rub his thumb over them. “i’m so sorry you felt like you couldn’t tell me sooner.” a sadness washing over his expression

felix sniffles, a small tear escaping one of his eyes. “it’s not your fault, i would’ve never expected you to feel the same anyways.” he whimpers

“i do.. i always have.” chan comforts him, removing his hand from felix’s grasp to wipe the tear off his cheek. “no crying, you’ll mess up your makeup.” he smiles softly, felix’s eyes finally meeting his own.

“kiss me, please..” felix quietly begs.

chan doesn’t need any further encouragement before pressing his lips into felix’s. it’s soft, loving, and warm. chan’s body pressing further into felix as the kiss deepens, felix’s hands finding their way to rest on either side of chan’s face.

the kiss quickly grows more aggressive and sloppy, the sexual tension growing thicker as chan grinds himself into the boy underneath him.

“fuck, we have to stop. i don’t know if i can control myself if we keep going.” chan pulls away from the kiss, catching his breath.

“what makes you think i want you to control yourself?” felix asks, searching chan’s eyes, his hands still resting on his friend’s cheeks.

chan all but melts into felix at his words. “you’re going to kill me.” he growls, dipping his head down to attack felix’s neck with open mouth kisses.

“nooo, you can’t die. you haven’t even fucked me yet.” felix giggles at chan’s desperation and because his kisses tickle there.

chan chuckles are his response and leans back to remove his own shirt, revealing his toned physique.

felix looks up at him in awe. “you’ve.. really been working out lately.” he trails off, mesmerized by the image on display before him.

“yeah, to attract cute little twinks like you.” chan winks before tossing the shirt across the room and leaning back down to reattach their lips.

felix whimpers at the new contact, his fingernails lightly scratching against chan’s back. “need you now.” he manages to get out between kisses.

“i thought you’d never ask” chan mutters before tugging off felix’s cardigan and tee shirt, quickly tossing them across the room as well. “you’re perfect” he moans, drinking in the boy’s small build.

felix blushes, crashing his lips back into the older boy instead of trying to think of a good response. both of the boys have grown rock hard, their bulges rubbing against another at their make out session continues.

“god, felix. i can’t take it anymore, i need you now.” chan moans. shifting to lay on his back. felix crawls i between his legs, slowly tugging at the waist band of chan’s sweatpants.

“can i?” felix asks politely, his innocent doe eyes staring into chan’s.

“fuck yes, of course.” chan’s nods quickly, leaning back into the couch as the boy removes his pants in a swift motion.

“no underwear?” felix cocks his head to the side, nestling himself between chan’s legs.

“never” chan chuckles, resting his head against the arm of the couch to watch felix’s performance.

felix hums softly and takes chan’s length into his small hand, giving it gentle strokes at a steady pace.

chan whimpers, closing his eyes at the pleasurable sight and feeling. “feels perfect ‘lix.”

felix smiles at the pet name as chan’s dick grows harder in his hand, before softly placing his mouth over his erection.

he has a hard time fitting it all at first, but as he gets more comfortable with the size, he begins moving his head faster and deeper.

“s-shit” chan swears, his hips slightly bucking upwards to meet felix’s warm and heavenly mouth. “you’re… so fucking good at this.” chan gasps, running his hand through the top of felix’s hair, slightly pushing his head further down onto his cock.

felix moans around his dick at the small gesture of dominance, which encourages him to go deeper.

chan feels like he’s going to explode, his moans grow louder and he feels a fire burning in his abdomen. he lets felix continue for a couple minutes before he just can’t take it anymore.

“get off, i’m going to fuck you now.” chan asserts, pulling felix off his cock, quickly removing the younger boys sweats in the process.

chan scoffs at felix’s lack of underwear too. “no underwear?” he parrots to the blonde.

“never.” felix retorts with a cheeky smile, chan placing a sweet kiss to his mouth before turning the small boy around and bending him over.

“shit, do you have condoms?” chan snaps out of his lustful spell, checking around the room

“i’m clean..” felix mutters beneath him

“you sure you’re okay with this..?” chan trails off, rubbing the small of felix’s back “i can go get condoms if you want me to.” he reassures him

“no, i’m sure channie.” felix whimpers “please, just fuck me already.” he begs

and just like that, chan’s lustful spell has taken him over again. chan bends down to lick a bold stripe over felix’s tight hole, eating him out quickly but effectively to get him prepped for what’s to come.

felix mewls at the sudden contact and pushes his hips into chan’s touch, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.

“as delicious as you taste, i can’t wait anymore, need to feel you ‘lix” chan moans, rising back up to line his cock up with felix’s wet and swollen hole before slowly pushing into him.

“oh fuck… holy shit” chan growls, pushing in and out of the younger boy slowly, setting a soft pace at first. “you’re so fucking tight.”

felix is a whimpering mess beneath the muscular boy, toys curling and back arching. “y-you’re my first.” felix confesses in a high pitch.

“damn right, and i’ll be your last.” chan grunts, slowly increasing his place, caressing felix’s back as he adjusts to his size.

the more comfortable felix gets, the more his ass starts meeting chan half way between each stroke. the room is filled with both of their moans, and the sound of felix’s ass against chan’s dick.

“channie, you’re so big, i fucking love your dick.” felix moans out, gripping the couch cushion beneath him.

“yeah? you’re gonna lose your mind on my cock baby?” chan encourages him, smirking as he slams his cock into his sub. “gonna make you forget how to speak, turn you into such a good cock slut just for me to use.” a hard slap landing on felix’s ass.

felix let’s out a small scream, his eyes welling up in tears at the over stimulation and effect that chan’s words have on him. “p-please, just want to be yours.” felix whines.

“you’re already mine, no need to beg baby boy.” chan grunts, leaning down to press kisses to the back of felix’s neck, wrapping an arm around the small boy to support his collapsing body.

felix melts into his touch, eyes closed and mouth open wide as he lets out the most beautiful sounds chan has ever heard.

“channie.. g-gonna cum.” felix barely manages to get out, gasping for air.

“that’s my good boy, cum for daddy baby. i know you can. show me.” chan encourages in felix’s ear, increasing his pace as felix slowly reaches his climax.

with a loud moan and a tightening grip on one of chan’s thighs, felix let’s go. his cum drenching the couch beneath their bodies, his chest heaving as his high passes over him.

chan peppers kisses all across felix’s neck and down his back as the boy comes down from his high, his pace slowed down significantly.

felix collapses underneath him, trying to catch his breath. chan chuckles softly and maneuvers felix to lay on his back now, their eyes meeting again.

“hey” chan smiles down at him, felix wrapping his legs around chan. “you gonna come back to me?” he asks, felix’s gaze still miles from him, lost in pure bliss.

felix flutters his eyes and draws in a deep breath before nodding at chan’s question. a soft smile creeping across his freckled cheeks.

“you gonna be okay if we go a little longer?” chan questions, placing soft kisses to his cheeks. “i’m almost there.” he reassures him.

“yeah, want you to finish too.” felix sighs sweetly, leaning into chan’s touch.

“okay baby, let me know if it’s too much.” chan adds, and felix nods before chan realigns himself with felix before sliding back into him.

“perfect..” chan whispers “perfect for me.”

his pace is more steady now, deep and slow stroke into felix. he won’t last long now.

“love you channie, love you so much.” felix whines, back arching off of the couch

“god damn it, i love you more felix.” chan groans loudly, his pace growing sloppier at the younger boy’s confession.

chan lands a few more strokes before he meets his climax

“god, i’m cumming baby.” chan throws his head back as felix tightens around him.

“inside, please channie.” felix begs him, spreading his legs further

that’s all it takes to send chan over the edge, emptying himself into felix’s tight hole with a loud moan.

his jerks his hips into felix a couple more times, making sure he gets every drop into him before slowly pulling out and falling onto his back into the couch.

both of the boys catching their breath before either of them break the silence.

felix is the first to slowly sit up, peering over at chan who is still trying to process what happened. felix crawls over chan’s body, arms on either side of him, caging him in.

“you still just a one night stand type of guy?” felix playfully cocks his head to the side.

“shut up and kiss me.” chan rolls his eyes before felix giggles and presses a kiss to his lips.

“i’ve waited for this my whole life” chan whispers, meeting felix’s eyes

“you have no idea..” felix whispers back, eyes glazing over with tears.

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the end :) i hope you enjoyed <3

#stray kids #stray kids smut #bang chan #felix #chanlix #chanlix smut #skz smut #lee felix #channie #christopher bahng #felix smut #channie smut #bang chan smut #dom bang chan #sub felix

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Ok I'm gonna tell you all a story of my early fanfiction days.

Kiddie me was like, religious, and first discovered fanfiction at like age 10 or 11, and one result of this was that I would read fics in which characters swore but I wouldn't bookmark them.

And like, if I enjoyed the fic I would go back and reread it whenever, give kudos or whatever the site equivalent was, I would give it a review/comment and never once mention the inclusion of profanity, in all other ways treat it like any other piece of fanfiction but somehow I thought that if I bookmarked any fic, no matter how good, with a single f-bomb or even the word "damn" or "shit" then God would disapprove and I'd go to Hell.

Hilarious, right? No logic whatsoever. Just beliefs from my upbringing I was either not neurologically developed enough or not exposed to the world outside our hyperreligious bubble enough to question yet mixing with a world my parents, pastors, and peers didn't know existed with results that could only make sense to a child.

But. Here's a weird one.

Around 18/19/20 I'd long since shed so much of that, swore normally myself, and figured if any god worth worshipping existed it had much more important things to intervene in on earth than whether people said "fuck" but I did think a/b/o fiction was inherently anti-feminist and promoted homophobic stereotypes etc. And I knew the difference between fiction that portrayed a society that was unfair to omegas and one that actually vilified the associated traits but I thought being willing to engage with the concept of any biochemical basis for sexual or social roles at all was still patriarchal and therefore harmful.

So what did I do whenever I encountered a fic I liked that used a/b/o worldbuilding? Well, read and kudos as normal but never ever bookmark it, of course. And let me be clear that I'm not only referring to like ao3 bookmarks, I wouldn't even bookmark the page in my browser or download the fic or subscribe by email or anything. I'd even keep coming back for regular updates to see how plots I was engaged in ended as long as I didn't do anything to make it more convenient for myself!

I didn't think I'd go to hell if I broke this rule, because I no longer believed in the Christian cosmology, but I did think I'd somehow cause myself to relearn some level of the societal shit I'd had very good reason to unlearn and possibly even risk being brainwashed back to the religion I'd worked so hard to extricate myself from. Or at the very least that I was somehow encouraging other people to be misogynistic and homophobic by... requiring fewer clicks from myself to read their work?

And that is a story of how similar uncritical (or insufficiently critical) self-monitoring for the sake of not being problematic is to an overly religious preteen thinking God gives a shit about swearing.

Coincidentally (read: not at all coincidentally) that 18-20ish phase was right around where I'd definitely realized I was not content simply living as a tomboy or a butch woman, but wouldn't dare think of being trans because at the time I saw trans manhood as somehow betraying everyone else who was subjected to misogyny and furthering traditional gender roles and so on. You know, TERF logic. In case you ever thought it was primarily trans and nob-binary people or third wave feminists etc behind this progressive puritan shit, let me assure you there were (and still are) plenty of second wavers, LGB cis women and trans-exclusive feminists of all sorts involved.

#fanfiction #censorship #ao3 #feminism #critical thinking #also yes i could've been just like the 'which one of you meaners told' post if i'd been the type to edit reblogs when i had my 1st tumblr

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sterek-ao3feed-archive · 6 months

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The Earth Shook The Sky Burned

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52178347 by LoveStiles Derek Hale is 30. He is wealthy. He lives in a huge mansion on the top of Nob Hill in San Francisco. Stiles Stilinski is 28. He is a young architect. He lives in a small house on top of a hill in Oakland, across the bay from San Francisco. Stiles designs a modern house for Derek. And they fall in love. And the year is 1906. Disaster awaits the residents of the city. Words: 2698, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: historical fiction - Freeform, San Francisco Earthquake of 1906, earthquake and fire, Rebuilding, Happy Ending read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/52178347

#Sterek #Stiles Stilinski/Derek Hale #Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski #IFTTT #ao3feed #ao3feed Sterek #fanfic

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ao3feed-ineffablehusbandz · 2 years

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When the Sun Goes Down

by TawnyOwl95

Mr Anthony J. Crawleigh, disgraced heir to the Helton Abbey Estate, has been summoned home to attend his sister's engagement party.

It's only four days of shooting, dancing and making nice with nobs. He's survived much, much worse.

If only Mama hadn't arranged for such a handsome young man to undress him every night. Practically asking for trouble, that is.

Words: 3975, Chapters: 1/5, Language: English

Fandoms: Good Omens (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens), Beelzebub (Good Omens), Gabriel (Good Omens), Anathema Device

Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Human, Alternate Universe - Historical, Alternate Universe - Edwardian, Downton Abbey it aint, upstairs Crowley, downstairs Aziraphale, not a euphemsim, Class Differences, Rich Boy Crowley, footman Aziraphale, Past, Alternate Universe - Military, for both, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, flash backs, Period-Typical Homophobia, Period Typical Attitudes, Artist Crowley (Good Omens), Bohemian Crowley, Manners and Etiquette, Social Anxiety, Edwardian society as a, thinly veiled substitute for, Heaven's Great Plan, the eroticism of touch, is it gay to have another man paid to undress you, Forbidden Love, Eventual Smut, Eventual Romance, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Mirror Sex, references to abuse of power, not Aziraphale/Crowley, references to consent issues (not Aziraphale/Crowley), The class system is, an insidious little bitch, shooting party, Country houses, Fictional characters smoking is hot, eventual, Bearded Aziraphale (Good Omens), Welsh Aziraphale (Good Omens), Alternate Universe - British, Empire, Crowley has a stiff upper lip, A stiff something anyway

From https://ift.tt/hJeCwuv https://archiveofourown.org/works/42802842

#ao3feed ineffablehusbandz #ineffable husbands #good omens #aziraphale #crowley #anthonyjcrowl

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lettersfromandie · 2 years

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The Worst Person in the World

"Everything we feel, we have to put into words. Sometimes, I just want to feel things."

This line from Julie, the protagonist in The Worst Person in the World, is so relatable to me as much as it is to many people. Like now, I'm having a hard time writing and organizing my thoughts and feelings about the film. I guess there's so much I feel and want to say but I have no clue where to begin, let alone find the right words. But I think I'll start by saying that it was a cathartic viewing experience, since many elements in the film really hit close to home.

In the very beginning, it already describes Julie's prominent attribute so well. Changing majors and sleeping with different men, her indecisiveness and tendency to move from one to another are what makes us understand her (and her understand us). But what makes Julie brave is taking control of her life by simply committing choices with no safety net, no holding back. Sometimes we delay in choosing because we are faced with the dilemma of the future -"Will this be the right choice?" But what if there's no "right" one?

It is the fear of choosing the "wrong" one that hinders us from making a choice. Our takeaway from Julie is to overcome that fear, and that it is human to be happy or sad of the choices we make. That to feel regret is inevitable.

Or maybe we feel happy, but also regret at the same time. Humans are complex emotional beings. We do not feel just one emotion at a time. Julie shows this intrinsic trait during their breakup with Aksel - that she loves him, and at the same time, does not love him. And because of that dichotomy of emotions existing at once, her love for him is not enough for her to still be with him. Also, when she had a miscarriage, tears and a smile were seen in her face showing the sadness of miscarriage and the relief of not having to raise a child.

Another personally relatable part in the film that I find as a confirming affirmation, but may not struck some, is this one:

"But it's not about me (...)Yeah, but it's fiction. Don't you get that?"

Whatever we create may be motivated or inspired by our life, but looking at my work does not necessarily mean that you are looking into me. Sometimes we don't want to be perceived that way, as if they automatically understand us by understanding our work. Or the other way around - when they are moved by our work because they think it's about us. I admit that I, too, am easily moved and sympathize with a film if I know it's somehow connected to the filmmaker's life. And personally, sometimes I hold back on painting something (yes feeling painter si sizt) because I'm afraid people will think that I'm feeling this *particular emotion they see in my work* or ask what point in my life is my work about. Yes, art is undoubtedly a form of expression but I guess the reception we want from it varies.

Also, a manifestation that everything we feel, we have to put into words is Eivind appreciating Julie's work but can't express that appreciation articulately into words. Compared to Aksel, he speaks so eloquently and analytically. Especially on this one where he really hit hard:

"I grew up in an age without Internet and mobile phones. I sound like an old fart but I think about it a lot. The world that I knew has disappeared. For me it was all about going to stores. Record stores. I'd take the tram to Voices in Grünerløkka, leaf through used comics at Pretty Price. I can close my eyes and see the aisles at Video Nova in Majorstua. I grew up in a time when culture was passed along through objects. They were interesting because we could live among them. We could pick them up. Hold them in our hands. Compare them. That's all I have. I spent my life doing that. Collecting all that stuff, comics, books, and I just continued, even when it stopped giving me the powerful emotions I felt in my early 20s. I continued anyway. And now it's all I have left. Knowledge and memories of stupid, futile things nobody cares about."

There's nothing more to explain, really. This made me feel nostalgic and activated the retrospection :'-) Exactly why I still hold on to collecting physical copies. It's like carrying a part of your life that you relished so much. The same with the people we meet, we carry at least a bit of something from them without even realizing it.

There's a lot of things I picked up from this film that even the nuances matter. But I don't think I can perfectly articulate everything. Sometimes, I just want to feel things.

But having watched the film twice now, what I know is this: We are also The Worst Person in the World - indecisive, thrill-seeking, growing, regretting. Just like Julie.

Love, Andie

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Game Pile: Unblock Gridlock

Unblock Gridlock: Real Sounds In Fake Space

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You might know this game, at least by looking at it. I learned about it the first time from watching ASMR channels softly talking while they tried and solved the different puzzles of a physical version of the game. They call it Rush Hour, because that tends to be the branding attached to it.

It’s a sliding block puzzle, where you have a bunch of blocks that can only be slid along their longest axis. The idea behind it is inspired by a thing from a bygone history, where people would depict in magazines lots of cars all locked in against one another, stuck in place, until the road cleared, all at odd angles, and getting out involved shifting everyone just enough in the right way.

It’s funny to think about how ‘rush hour’ as a concept is kinda dated to me. Obviously it happens, but I grew up knowing it was one of the worst things my dad had to deal with, and we had to map whole days around it, but also now I couldn’t tell you a thing about it because I catch the bus everywhere. Perk of living in a place with nice public transport, not going to lie to you.

The original puzzle design driving Rush Hour is the product of a designer known as ‘Nob.’ Nob is short for Nobuyuki Yoshigahara, a prolific puzzle designer from Japan. Now, I don’t know Nob’s work very well, but based on reading up on Nob’s work, the reason I can’t really appreciate the scope of Nob’s work is the reason why standing on the ground outside my house, I can’t really see the scope of Australia. I don’t know Nob well but by what I can see, looking at his work, as a game developer, and its scope, it is remarkable for its *vastness.* The man wrote over 80 books on puzzles, and was at one point writing seventeen monthly columns on puzzles across a host of different puzzle publications. If you’re into puzzles, you probably are into puzzles made by people who built on the work of Nob.

My favourite anecdote learning about this history, by the way, is that when the 4×4 Rubiks Cube was released with a mechanical flaw that meant it could fail under stress, Nob was so intrigued by the design that he redesigned it – someone else’s design! – and mailed the revision to the publishers of the game. This being the 1980s, they implemented his changes. You got one of them little metal elk puzzles? Yeah, there’s a reason there’s an ‘N O B’ inscribed on them.

Nob was also an early adopter of computer technology to design and solve puzzles. Foreshadowing.

I don’t know why Rush Hour became a darling of the ASMR set. For those of you unfamiliar, ASMR refers to the Autonomous Sensory Meridian Response, a science-sounding way to describe a phenomenon of experiencing pleasant tingles due to a wide variety of subtle stimuli that are hard to explore in most everyday situations. It’s a big deal on Youtube, a platform that gave the medium a lot to work with and if you’re not interested in it, you might not know anything about it. It has that name because it’s a lot easier to talk about, and a lot easier to search rather than ‘that nice fuzzy feeling in the back of my head.’

It’s also the genre of reading like this. I’m deliberately aiming for a soft-spoken version of my normal presentation without making anyone feel like their ears itch.

ASMR is a really interesting, broad community – I think I’m in the ‘selfconscious fictional’ part of it, where I want someone to talk to me nicely about something obviously fantastic. Some folks want to hear a pretty girl playing with cellophane, some folks want to have their cranial nerves examined, and some people like to watch methodical, slow playing of manual tabletop games. It’s a thing that provides structure for a video that’s often about forcing yourself to not act quickly, not do things maximally efficiently. Sometimes, when you go looking, you’ll find an ASMRTist playing Rush Hour.

Rush Hour has a lot of potential as an ASMR game. It has moving physical pieces. It can make pleasant sounds when the pieces are slid into location. It rewards thoughtful consideration of pieces and what they need to fit in various places. It’s something you can get better at over time, too, which means the learning process shows itself in longer videos. It’s brightly coloured, to make sure it’s reasonably easy to understand what it’s doing.

I know I’ve been talking about Rush Hour a lot in this video ostensibly about a different game, Unblock Gridlock. That’s because Rush Hour serves as the underpinning of it, but there is a big difference in computer games and videogames, and that flows from a place of scope. The Rush Hour physical game ships these days with forty cards, showing forty puzzles, and they’re complicated, but the really long solutions can’t really be shown on a card easily. It’s not like you’re going to get a puzzle that’s forty steps long.

What you do get, though, is a weird cousin of procedural level generation. Under the hood, Rush Hour is a math puzzle. The math is about graphs, and involves something called nondeterministic constraint logic, but ultimately, if you can give a computer anything that fits on a Rush Hour board, it can solve it pretty much trivially, because largely, computers are pretty good at solving this kind of math. That means that while Rush Hour presents you with forty puzzles, Unblock Gridlock presents you with a positively bananas 9,392 puzzles. I’m pretty confident to make that many puzzles, the designers made the computer generate possible puzzle configurations that could be solved within a certain number of steps, and picked a reasonably-sensible set of those.

It’s a good value proposition if what you want is a giant pile of puzzles to work through. If you get a Jumbo 10,000 Puzzles book and think bet, well, Unblock Gridlock is going to be good for you. It feels kind of bottomless to me, and I say that with over a hundred puzzles under my belt after seven hours of play, in little two-and-three-minute increments.

And now I’m gunna talk about something that’s a bit of a bummer.

Oh, and in Unblock Gridlock you’re playing a cop, so, mnyeh to that I guess.

It’s a great puzzle game, I like it a lot. I just need to dedicate myself to controlling when and how I play it.

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rosielovemore · 1 year

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Magical Inherency

Let's take a deep dive into the concept of blood purity in my universe. Now, before we proceed, it's important to note that this notion isn't new and has been explored in various fictional writings. From anime to literature, the theme of bloodlines and their significance has been a recurring motif. In my world, we have our own take on this concept, and I must say, it's on the least terrible end of the spectrum.

💫 Blood Nobility and Generational Influence 💫

Within the wizarding community, which includes Humans, Divae, and Brutes, there exists a sense of blood nobility passed down through generations. However, it's important to understand that this nobility is primarily a generational trait, much like wealth or last names. It doesn't define an individual's worth or character but is simply a part of their heritage.

🌟 Beings of Noble Magic: The Pure Divaes 🌟

Beings of Noble Magic hold a special place within our world, and they are known as Pure Divaes. These individuals are incredibly rare, often receiving their education through homeschooling. Imagine a mild elf-like appearance with semi-pointed ears, canine teeth, no body hair, purple or pink eyes, pale skin and hair, and a high metabolism. Legend has it that Pure Divaes possess the ability to pass down magical powers to other beings—an extraordinary legacy indeed.

🔮 Beings of True Magic Inherency: A Gifted Lineage 🔮

True Magic Inherency belongs to wizards who possess the 2nd generation of Noble Magic Inherency. They are born from the union of a Pure Divae and another being or bestowed with the magic "inherency" by a Pure Divae. These individuals carry within them the powerful essence of their lineage, their magical prowess rooted in their noble heritage.

🧙 Beings of Partial Magic Inherency: Blending Potent Lineages 🧙

Partial Magic Inherency refers to wizards who have the 3rd generation of Noble Magic. They arise from the union of a fizzle and a wizard or another inherently magical being. Alternatively, they can be born from a combination of true and fuzzy inheritances. Brutes, for instance, are taller and naturally muscular humans—reminiscent of half-titans. Their unique heritage intertwines magic and physical prowess, creating a harmonious blend of traits.

🌪️ Beings of Fizzy Magic Inherency: The Magic of Fizzles 🌪️

Fizzy Magic Inherency pertains to wizards who possess magical powers but are born to two fizzle parents. This can occur between two Hexed Magic Inherency beings or those with dormant inherency. Fizzles, as they are often called, harness a level of magic that emanates from their lineage, channeling the sparks of the arcane arts.

🌑 Beings of Hexed Magic Inherency: Magic Within Limitations 🌑

Hexed Magic Inherency encompasses individuals born to two magical parents but lacking the ability to perform strong magic. However, they retain the capacity for a fizzle's level of magical prowess. This unique circumstance is often attributed to a curse or enchantment placed upon their family, limiting their magical potential.

🙌 Beings of Divine Inheritance: Embracing Supernatural Connections 🙌

Divine Inheritance refers to humans who are unaware of the existence of magic yet work with divine beings or tap into the essence of nature itself to produce mild supernatural effects. Though they cannot perform magic as conventionally understood, their connection to the divine or natural forces empowers them in their own unique way. These individuals, also known as Fizzles, hold their own supernatural wonder.

🚫 Beings of Nob Inheritance: Disdaining Magic's Existence 🚫

Nob Inheritance belongs to Fizzles who vehemently reject the existence of magic, refusing to acknowledge its reality. These individuals not only lack the ability to use magic but actively deny its presence. Some may even prosecute others for their magical practices, harboring a deep-seated aversion toward the arcane arts.

#nyxwings #original writing #magic #fiction #anime

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555swag · 1 year

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Omg, ive a great idea.

I make a book about some person, let’s call them p1 and it’s a nob-fictional drama story about them, while that they get to know a new friend (p2) it will be a nice book with a little plot twist and a happy end- but then in the end. Idk p1 and p2 are watching sunrise of something cliché like that, yet next p2 coughs flower petals! And that’s the end.

It sounded better in my head tbh…

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chanelfunnell · 1 year

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mail and the answers

A) Amanda Grahovec is Chicago born and a citizen of Chicago. Kaner comes from Buffalo, both Americans. His gf from Buffalo was alike of Amanda so he has a ,type,. No idea about Tazer's type. I think it's uncertain.

NoB) Miss or Mrs Anon, I know I have mentioned Meghan Markle as an example taking front and centre as a domineering woman but please refer to Canadian citizens taxpayers for getting huge bill for a person of non entity from USA just bedding a royal brat from a kingdom abroad and demanding a full police protection. Ask your Canadian and UK government and stupid British king who did not kick Harry with Meghan out of any title of duke. I don't think this ginger whinger is even his son I will not pay a buck for any chica bedding a governor of Nebraska and both Americans. Stay with a topic, please Markle is definitely not right in her head as deluded non entity but they let her to scam them$50 mil for her 3rd wedding in UK and other millions in Canada as just a bedmate. Your Marketa is on the topic if she takes reins of any ice hockey work otherwise -time outshe is more busy getting huge disier on Markle as Markle has contacted anybody for information and defamation and plotting how to be new Prime Minister of UK with her new political party, mocking Kate with her crotch watch to feet of Fergie and Markle for her comments on her social platform who is other PR cretin with own ideology barking in the tabs or who is showing real colours as a mocker of the posh accents and a thief of UK real estate assets. She pronounced herself as a new candidate PM for her new political party with expected sweeping victory and manifesto of border protections, limited immigration of just 5000 student visa and just 30000 work visa, self sufficiency of UK with food. Energy. Huge Corado Catani investigation into corruptions of outsourced contracts and stabilisation of NHs. Fight against woke. Strong army and UK with new strong industries. Rbbotisation, building new housing for growing population, finishing Vrexit and huge transformation of police force..she mocks anything what they publish with her calculations how much people pay and what they got for extra bucks and not huge energy companies taxed. Your M operates behind enemy's line and as silent superpower and an owner of social media platform that gives a power to UK but also to her as a person holding huge media influence. She just watched any bad steps and speeches by posing attention seekers and she can turn it into her advantage. Former Commandant RM who did not listen to her secret letter about a spy policeman targeting a naval officer is out for leakage. Markle apparently wrote the letter based on that to UK king and former UK Marines commandant leaked nonsense about marines apparently after his dismissal. I don't bother about their Game of thrones where even Marti Snow participated on her fictional Insta and who has dragons and walking naked a walk of shame. UK ruling Windsors are stupid and just posing in the press or at the glossy events instead of any proper charity work. Markle is their clone. Marketa is with her sweet face a processor in her head and iron wrist with willpower and an ambitious manipulator who is possibly winning with her chess board manoeuvres seeing 10 steps ahead as very good psychologist with her IT analytical mind to predict a behaviour of mentally unhinged non entities like Markle but at sexual ice hockey scandal of team Canada is up to Canada, your rambling and grievances about Markle up to Canada. UK and UK king to request wasted millions back and kick her out of any titled if she hates it so much and they go with her narrative and you paid for her police protection as unknown unimportant bed mate of royal brat who leaked to the press. Your head and heads of the heads of your countries have to be checked as well. It will not happen in USA. Only Game interesting to me is ice hockey. I don't bother who slept with dell Zotto and no security here and what grandfather had paid for a cup of Eastern Conference. They are posers without ability to skate, knowledge and achievements of anything, just dumb posers and M who is able to read games and rooms well, skate well and self made fancies herself she is Bedard with eyes in her back and McDavid ,Matthews .

#Michael dell Zotto #Nhl #Amanda grahovec #Patrick Kane #Chicago #Ice hockey #Crazies #Meghan markle #Taxpayers #Canada #Team Canada #Police protection #Connor Bedard

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