#posting pt 2 directly after this one

[faggotryandtransjesterism]

VegasPete Fic Rec Masterlist (Pt. 1)

favorites are marked with a (*)

Lost Pet by @clandestinegardenias | 12k | E

Vegas has very few things he truly allows himself to care for, in this life. Going through the routine of feeding his hedgehog, only to find that a second pet has left him in as many weeks, might finally be the thing that pulls him under.

i can't really point to why i like this one so much, but it was my first vp fic and i always come back to it.

spend the rest of your life (what could have been) by toomoon | 15k | M

“I have an idea,” Pete says slowly, and Pol looks up at him. “But you’re not going to like it.” “I’ll take anything at this point,” Pol tells him. “Tell me.” Pete tells him. Pol doesn’t like it.

Pete and Pol get put in charge of a surveillance operation on a potential business rival. The only way to avoid rousing suspicion is to take over a small family restaurant. Vegas is the only person in the Theerapanyakul mansion that can cook. It's all going smoothly until the restaurant actually becomes a success.

vegaspete running a restaurant, what can i say? i love the vibes and the premise of this fic so much. also features trans!Pete, which was a nice surprise.

Sustenance by @givemeunicorns | 14k | M *

His grandmother told him when he was very young that there was no love in the world so filling as a place at the table. That there was no greater kindness, no greater expression of devotion, than to feed another, no better way to make them whole.

As the smoke begins to clear, Pete waits and wonders.

i adore this fic with every bone in my body!! food as a love language my beloved. i remember feeling like i'd been punched in the gut when i first watched ep. 14 and pete said because I'm hungry, and this fic really taps into that reaction, and builds on it with some beautiful character study for both pete and vegas.

fuck it all back down by @syzyg3tic | 4k | E *

Everything about sex is performative. There is no such thing as fucking without an agenda, at least in Vegas’s experience. He wouldn’t have survived to adulthood if he was precious about shit like that.

Vegas and some of the men he sleeps with in his desperate, rage-filled attempts to be loved or hated--either will work.

unparalleled, genius, the Vegas fic. great character study and really influenced the way i perceive him. also sparked my obsession with big and also with vegasporsche friendship. (obligatory CW for vegas' psychosexual obsession with his cousin. Freak <3)

hoping at the gates they'll tell me that you're mine by puckbaes | 34k | E

Missing scenes between Vegas being gunned down and waking up again.

Pete takes care of an injured Vegas, what's left of the minor family's business and Macau. He's reminded that while he resigned from his job, the family that loves him are not going to abandon him.

Bamf!Pete, found families, and glimpses of life after Vegas wakes up.

nice little fluffy domestic vegaspete fic :) i don't read much fluff for this pairing for obvious reasons, but this one's cute.

Five-Star Southpaw by Anonymous | 106k | E *

When Vegas is handed the keys to a failing major family hotel and told to bring it back to life, he knows it’s not a gift, or a test, or even an opportunity to prove himself. It’s a taunt. It’s a way to set him up for failure so everyone can rub his nose in the shitshow he’s left with, defeated and inferior to his cousins like always. It’s the death sentence of his pride in a gilded cage.

But misery loves company and all that, and he finds a surprisingly fitting cellmate in an unassuming looking employee named Pete. Now if only he could get Pete to stop playing hard to get, this cage could become a lot more comfortable.

Obviously. We all know. this is The VegasPete Fic, it's glorious, it's perfect. i think about it at least once a day.

stay with me a minute (swear i'll make it worth it) by incendir | 2k | M

Pete hadn’t anticipated how much breathing would hurt.

[Or, an unseen moment in 1x13]

incendir is an author i read consistently, all of their oneshots are great, so definitely check out their page after you finish this one!

while I do my thing in the background by TheDameJudiWench | 1k | G

"I have a gift for you. This is Pete."

tankhun-centric vegaspete fic my beloved...

First Impressions to Love Expressions (Chapter 12) by @iffervescent | 6k | E *

this is part of a series of stand-alone kpts fics, but i think this is the only vp one. anyway, it's immaculate. the little delve into pete's backstory, his connection to vegas and the family throughout his life are all amazing. great writing, great characterization, highly recommend.

like a trigger (get me ready to shoot) by @veliseraptor | 6k | M *

sadism: psychosexual disorder in which sexual urges are gratified by the infliction of pain on another person. (Encyclopaedia Britannica)

As far as Vegas can tell, there are normal people who want normal things, and then there's whatever he's got going on.

another marvelous Vegas character study, beautiful characterization. lise is another author i read regularly, so you'll see a lot of them on my lists.

That's it for part 1! I'm just going through my bookmarks in reverse order, so there's no real rhyme or reason to the ordering here. If anyone knows of any more of these authors that are on tumblr, pls feel free to tag them!

#posting pt 2 directly after this one #kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #kpts #vegaspete #vegas theerapanyakul #pete saengtham #fic rec #fanfiction #ao3 recs

[evera-era]

heal me.

there’s a new medic in town, and ellie williams is about to find out who she is.

ellie williams x fem!reader, pt 2 here

warnings: fluff, mention of cuts/wounds, medical setting, suggestive themes. wc 1.3k

a/n: first time writing an ellie fic! if this does well i might post a second + third part <3

Ellie hated anything to do with doctors. She could take care of herself perfectly fine, she swears. But Dina witnessed her earning a nasty gash during a patrol, and wouldn’t shut up about it unless she got it checked out.

Word was that there was a new medic in town. Ellie’s pretty sure she’s seen you around Jackson. Walking around in those dumb white clothes, tending to everyone who needed you.

You’ve seen her too. Sneaking glances anytime you could. I mean, Ellie was pretty, and it was no big deal, right?

That is, until a flash of auburn hair ducks into the med clinic, and you nearly jump out of your skin.

Ellie clears her throat. “Uh… you guys are pretty much done for the night, right?”

She’s hoping you would say yes so she could just go back home and rest. Watch a movie, maybe. Have everyone fuck off and leave her alone.

You nod, clicking your pen, when you notice her clutching her side. “But I’ve got time for one more.”

You were on call, anyway, so your shift was never really over.

Fuck, she thinks. Ellie has always had trouble asking for help. She could take care of herself just fine. It didn’t help that you were so nice — nauseatingly so — but she figures that’s why you’re the town medic and she’s not.

“Follow me,” You add, motioning her over to the first room on the left. Even though meds were hard to come by, bandages were plentiful, and you weren’t gonna pass up the opportunity to tend to your crush.

Totally innocent crush.

“So, what was it?” You ask, eyes scanning over the girl as she takes a place on the edge of the hospital bed.

“Some fuckers we ran into, lone group. Nothing too serious... think they were looking to steal shit.” Ellie mutters. “But one took a swing at me and I fell on something sharp. My friend’s been bugging me to come here, get it checked out.”

Your conversation pauses as you take her vitals. Everything is in a normal range.

“The group…” You break the silence, looking down. “Are they a concern?”

“They’re gone, if that’s what you’re asking.”

You felt a light blush rise on your cheeks. Ellie was so strong, and brave. It showed, even in the way she just talks about her patrols.

You flit your eyes back up, trying to refocus. “So can I see? The wound?”

“Oh. Right.” Ellie’s fingers dip down to grab the hem of her shirt, and pull up. For a moment, you only see her toned stomach. You try not to get distracted.

Then you see the bandage under her ribcage.

Your fingers are gentle when they graze over the gauze. It’s a barrier, but Ellie swears it’s like you’re touching her directly. You move to peel it off of her.

Ellie absentmindedly sucks her breath in through her teeth. You whisper a small apology.

“It’s not… bad right?” She says after a moment. “I mean, I’ve had worse.”

She made a mental note to get onto Dina. This whole thing made her look like a fucking pussy.

“I’m sure you have,” You smile meekly, examining the cut. “No… not bad.”

After washing off your hands, you pull up a chair in front of Ellie. She watches you carefully as you sigh.

“Won’t need stitches, and no signs of infection.” You add. “But I can at least disinfect it and send you off with some new dressing.”

“I mean, it’s fine, I can—“

“No, let me.” You say quickly, cutting off her retort. “You’re already here, right?”

Ellie opens her mouth, then closes it. You had a point. She merely nods instead.

You reach down for the bucket of clean water. When you come back up, you notice Ellie has removed her shirt completely. The only thing clinging to her upper body is a flimsy sports bra.

“Oh,” You all but whisper accidentally.

“Hm?”

“Nothing.”

The rag becomes stained as you wipe the area. A few swishes, and the water in the bucket has turned a cloudy mahogany.

“So… your friend,” You add. “Was it Dina?”

Ellie raises her eyebrows slightly. “Uh, yeah. Yeah.”

“She must really care about you.” You say quietly. It takes Ellie a moment to realize what you’re implying. She’s quick to answer.

“Oh, yeah. Not like that anymore, though. It’s… just friends now.”

You take that as confirmation that their relationship ended. And even though in a way you were happy to find out Ellie is now single, it would be rude not to apologize.

“Oh.” You mumble. “Sorry.”

She looks down. “It’s cool.”

You disinfect the wound with some alcohol before applying new dressing with gentle fingertips. You smile up at the brunette.

“Good as new.”

She feels herself smiling back. She wants to kick herself; she didn’t even wanna be here in the first place. But now it doesn’t feel like a mistake after all.

“Thanks,” She says. Her gaze has softened.

You grab something out of the cabinet. Ellie realizes it’s fresh bandages when you outstretch your hand to her.

“So, just… use these. Every couple hours, change it out, till it scabs over. If you ever need more you know where to get it.”

Ellie knows this. But she realizes that she likes hearing you talk, so she thinks of something else to ask.

“Uh, and how do I know what to look for? If I have an infection?”

“Oh,” You say. “Here, lay back. I’ll show you.”

Something about the way you’re hovering over Ellie has her stomach fluttering. You were so tentative. Why hadn’t she tried to talk to you sooner?

“Gotta check it everytime you change your dressing. If it smells weird, or feels hot…”

Your fingers trace over her body yet again. Her eyes are stuck on you, the way your hair falls into your face. The way your lips move to explain everything. Not to mention how soft your skin felt on hers.

She thought the whole “hot nurse” trope was something that only happened in movies. It was pretty clear now that she was wrong.

“Got it?”

“What?”

Shit. She wasn’t listening.

“Do you get it now?” You repeat, looking down at Ellie.

She blinks before propping herself up with her elbows. “Uh… yeah. Think so.”

You smile again, leaning back so you’re no longer positioned over her. You take your place against the counter.

Ellie didn’t hear a word. But she’ll make the effort now to be extra gentle with herself, because of you. If that’s worth anything.

Silence fills the room once again as Ellie pulls her shirt back over her head. You sneak in one last glimpse before she’s fully clothed.

“If something changes you can always come back and see me.” You add with a breathy laugh. “I’m in here, like, all the time.”

“Oh yeah?” She asks, looking up at you. “I’ll have to stop by again sometime, then.”

Your heart skips a beat. Is she trying to flirt with you? No, it’s probably nothing.

You clear your throat. “Hopefully not under these circumstances.”

“Right,” She says. Her eyes widen as she realized she’s extended her stay. “I’ll, um… I’ll go. Get out of your hair.”

Ellie’s never used that expression before. She nearly facepalms. So stupid.

But then you laugh a little, and it’s such a beautiful sound when it hits her ears.

“I don’t mind.” You add bashfully. “But… you need to rest and get better. Go back to kicking ass, all that stuff.”

Ellie feels her face wanting to turn red again. You were so sappy, and shameless with it. She wasn’t used to this kind of attention, really. She didn’t think people like you even existed at all anymore.

She merely hums, unable to find the right words to say. If she sticks around any longer, she might actually develop feelings for you as if she hasn’t already. So she opts to bid you goodbye.

“Well… see you around.”

You nod, watching her head for the door. You hold the clipboard to your chest in an effort to soften your heartbeat.

“Night, Ellie.”

— part two

#ellie williams #ellie x fem reader #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x y/n #tlou2 fanfic #ellie tlou2 #the last of us

[scoonsalicious]

Unwanted: Chapter 30, Epilogue - Pt. 2

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, mild sexy stuff (Just some very light hand business. Very light.)

Word Count: 1.1k

Previously On...: You moved out of the Tower :(

A/N: This is it! The last part! You guys. I can't even. It's been a magical journey, and I'm so honored that I got to take it with all of you. I'm scheduling this post on Thursday in my office, and I'm fucking crying, because you've made this more than anything I could have ever hoped for. I love each and every one of you, so fucking much. Thank you for coming on this adventure with me. Thank you for loving Pocket. Thank you for sticking with Bucky and not throwing knives at him and his stupidity. Just, fucking THANK YOU. You are all amazing, beautiful people, and I could not have done this without you. Thirty Chapters, One Hundred Fifty Five Thousand, Four Hundred and Fourteen Words, and more to come. Bucky and Pocket's journey is not over! POOKIE LOVES YOU SO MUCH.

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Not even twenty minutes later– it was actually almost pathetic how close your new place was to the Tower, really– you were opening up the door of your brand new penthouse apartment. It was more extravagant than any other place you’d ever laid your head, and when Tony’s realtor had first shown it to you, you’d balked at the opulence of it. But Tony reminded you that you’d been shot, after all, and had almost died once, then actually died, all in the span of a few days, and after that, on top of everything else you had already endured in your life, wasn’t it time you treated yourself to something good? Besides, it wasn’t like you couldn’t afford it. So, here you were.

“Honey, I’m home,” you called out softly to the enormous, empty space. It would still be some time before the movers finished loading up and delivering everything from the Tower, and then you were going to have a lot of furniture shopping to do. Toeing off your shoes, you padded your way across the apartment to the terrace. Opening the glass doors, you stepped outside. You walked to the edge and rested your elbows against the railing. Taking a deep breath, you admired the view of the city before you, the Tower just a block away. Looking across, you could easily make out Tony and Pepper’s apartment. Waving at breakfast, indeed.

You felt a pair of strong arms slink around your midsection, tugging you into a broad, warm chest. “Thought I heard you come in,” Bucky said, nuzzling his head into the crook of your shoulder. 

“Hey, baby,” you smiled, reaching back to caress his face with your hand. You turned in his arms so you were facing him. “I missed you.”

 Bucky laughed as he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. “I only left the Tower two hours ago,” he said. “But I missed you, too.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and stood on your tiptoes to kiss him, pouring every ounce of love and affection you felt for him into the motion. “I can’t believe we finally did it,” you grinned.

“Took us long enough,” he mused back, but then turned thoughtful. “Probably would have happened a lot sooner if I hadn’t–”

You brought a finger to his lips, silencing him. “Stop. We agreed not to talk about that, remember? Dr. Whitmore said we can’t move forward if we keep hashing out the past, and I just want to move forward, with you.”

“Sorry,” he murmured, but you just smiled and kissed him again.

After you’d been released from the hospital, you and Bucky had had a long, emotional discussion about the future of your relationship. The only way you’d ever stand a real chance, you’d both decided, was if you committed to couples’ counseling and complete and total honesty. Bucky knew he didn’t deserve yet another chance from you, and you probably wouldn’t have given him one if you hadn’t loved him so fucking much. But you’d actually died, and you couldn’t stand the idea of wasting any more time without him. Now, after nearly a year of doing the work, both on your relationship and yourselves, you felt your connection was stronger than ever. And besides, when it really mattered, Bucky had proven, in the most definitive way, that he would pick you over Jade Carthage.

“So…,” you said once the kiss had been broken and you began playing with the hem of his shirt.

“So, what?” he asked. You raised an eyebrow at him suggestively. His eyes widened as he caught your meaning. “What? Here? Right now?!”

You tilted your head and looked up at him with the most innocent expression you could muster, given how completely un-innocent your current thoughts were. “Yeah, right here, right now. Don’t you think we’ve waited long enough, baby?” You trailed a hand down the center of his chest and his breath hitched. “Almost a full year, spent using my fingers, pretending they were you, never feeling full enough? Never getting off as good as I got off with you? It’s been so long since I felt you inside of me, Buck. So long, it fucking hurts.”

When you had decided to give your relationship a real reset, one of the rules you had established, with the advice of Dr. Whitmore, was no sex. You needed to establish emotional intimacy and boundaries once again, without the complications a sexual relationship would bring. She had even suggested you both try to date other people, to ensure that this was the relationship you both truly wanted, but neither one of you could bring yourselves to do it. And now, here you were, almost a full year since the last time you’d been together, and you were desperate. 

Bucky groaned at your words and you knew he was this close to giving in to you.

“Come on, baby,” you purred, reaching down and slowly unbuckling his belt. “Don’t you want me? Don’t you want to be inside of me?” You slowly began nibbling at his jaw, tasting the salty sweetness of his skin and letting it flood your senses.

“Always want you, Pocket,” he growled, tightening his grip on your waist and pulling you flush against his hips. You let out a low moan when you felt the evidence of his arousal press into your stomach through his jeans. 

“Then have me, Barnes,” you whispered, carding your hands through his hair. “Have me on this balcony, have me on every fucking surface of this apartment, as many times as you want.”

Any remaining sense of resolve Bucky may have possessed snapped, and he was on you, sucking on the skin of your neck as he rutted his hips against you, and it felt so. fucking. good. to feel him like that again. His hand dipped into the waistband of your pants, where he found you wet and eager for him. “Fuck, sweetheart,” he growled into your skin as his fingers slipped through your slick folds to toy with your clit. “All this for me?”

You groaned as you felt one finger gently breach your entrance. “Only you, love,” you moaned. “Only ever you.”

You both froze when you heard the sound of the elevator ding, and Bucky quickly withdrew his hand, popping his finger into his mouth to suck away the evidence of his actions. Grunting in frustration, you looked around him to see the elevator doors open and the movers begin to unload dollies of boxes from the Tower into your new apartment.

“Fuck,” you whispered. “So much for reunion sex. I swear, I’ve got blue balls, Barnes”

Bucky grinned at you, leaning down to give you a quick kiss before redoing his belt and heading over to help the movers. “This’ll only take a little while, doll,” he winked at you. “We’ve got the rest of our lives together to make up for lost time.”

<- Previous Part / The End

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky x you #bucky x reader #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky x female reader #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes fanfiction #james bucky buchanan barnes #james buchanan barnes #mcu bucky barnes #james barnes

[fwkiera]

💋Skz reaction to you cuddling them for the first time💋 pt. 2

maknae line<3

genre: fluffffy

a/n: sry this took so long to post 😭 i’ve been wanting to write other stories too n i’m writing another one rn so stay tuned 👀

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han: His reaction wouldn’t be the most calm out of all of them cause he’s wanted to feel your body pressed against him for so long (not in that way) but he would hold you close and make sure to never let you go after that. You would being able to feel every breath of his on your neck but of course it didn’t bother you one bit. After that experience, he always asked to cuddle you every second that you were free. If you were cooking or doing that laundry, he would pick you up bridal style, turn off the stove (if u were cooking) and throw you directly in the bed just to fall asleep in your presence. Every time he did that, you protested against it n said “wait baby, i have to get the chores done” but he followed up with “chores can wait.. need you.” no one could ever resist the eyes he so naturally gives you and you cave into his desires with a small chuckle as he brings you back up to the room.

felix: he can be very emotional sometimes. so when you first decided to tell him ‘scoot over’ with the wave of your hand, he obliged just to have you snuggle up next to him. Him being the big spoon in this made it even better so maybe he sheds a tear or two. When you turn around and find the tear rolling down him face, you’re shocked but wipe it off n give him a little kiss. Once you turn back around to get your phone, he whines b says that he’s wants to ‘see your beautiful face’. you slowly turn back around again and nuzzle your nose against his chest just to fall asleep minutes later.

seungmin: once again, he’s another person that would act all cool about it but loves and craves your touch everytime of the day. if and when you do cuddle him, he can’t help but huff n puff so he can’t still keep his ‘mean dom’ side of him. but you don’t listen. if you did listen though, he would probably pout n look at you with boba eyes just like han. it kind of makes you confused since he was huffin n puffin not that long ago for you to get away from him. once you get back in bed or on the couch again, he pulls you close n plays with your hair which makes you slowly doze off into a hazy dream.

i.n/jeongin: he says he doesn’t like skin-ship, but when it comes to you, he’s into it all of a sudden. it takes you by surprise when you get into bed with your boyfriend and randomly he grabs your waist to pull you closer to him. you look at him with some confusion but all he ends up doing is kissing you and falls asleep soon after that. when he wakes up and find you gone from his arms and the bed, instantly gets up in a rush just to find you eating some noodles on the couch watching a random k drama you found. it makes him giggle a bit as he joins you on the couch and asks to eat some noodles with you.

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a/n: IK ITS NOT AS LONG AS THE OTHER ONE BUT IM SORRYY !! it’s 2am over here n my brains rotting😞 hope u guys liked it tho !

#skz #skz fluff #stray kids #stray kids fluff #jeongin #i.n #felix #han jisung #cuddling #fluff

[cowboycoups]

What’s for breakfast?

Pairing: fem!reader x Mingyu

Wc. 2.1k

Summary: It’s the morning after you dom Mingyu and wake up to him making you breakfast in nothing but an apron.

Warnings: smut!, porn no plot, afab reader, pet names, gendered terms, unprotected sex, creampie, squirting, teasing, slapping, slight fingering, overstimulation

Author note: It's currently five in the morning,, but thanks for the support on my first post!! Wrote this after waking up starving. Felt full seeing all the likes on my first post though LOL. Could be seen as a pt. 2 to my Cheol one if you imagine it's him instead tbh. Ib: an imagine someone sent me

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It's the next morning and you wake up to the sweet smell of what seemed to be pancakes? Waffles? You didn’t know. But what you did know was that you were starving.

You sit up slowly from your bed as you begin to focus your eyes, rubbing them gently.  You look down to realize that you were still naked from the night prior with Mingyu and stumble out of bed to put on his shirt that's been lying on the floor.

You leave the room and enter the kitchen, where you are met with Mingyu, who's been cooking breakfast for you.  You stand in place as your eyes slowly move down as you realize that he's in nothing but an apron.

As Mingyu cooked, he kept glancing over at you with a smug grin on his face. It was obvious that he was still in a good mood from last night. "Morning, beautiful. How ya feeling?"

Your eyes begin to move once more before you lock them on his back where you see all the marks and hickeys you had left from last night.

He chuckled softly before turning around and put down the pan he had been using. Mingyu then walked over to you and picked you up into his arms, carrying you over to the table where he had prepared your guys’ plates earlier. "Well, I'm glad you're enjoying yourself." He said jokingly.

As you continued staring at his hickeys, he leaned forward and kissed you passionately on the lips, holding himself close against you as he did so. 

Once he broke off the kiss, he turned his head to the side and looked into your eyes lovingly with a smile. "Did you enjoy last night? Did you like how rough we were together?" He asked with his voice filled with lustful desire.

“It was amazing. Seeing you in just an apron is making me wanna go again” You bite your lips with a smirk as you place your hands on his side, slowly sliding them up and down.

Smirking mischievously, he nodded slowly. "Oh really now?" He teased playfully, leaning forward and pressing his chest against yours as he wrapped one arm around your waist while the other hand rested gently on your cheek. "Then why don't we?"

Mingyu quickly got onto all fours as he reached out to grab hold of your thighs firmly. "Tell me... who owns this body of mine?" he whispered huskily, staring directly into your eyes as he began licking along your inner thigh slowly.

Sometimes Mingyu tried to take you on and test his limits.  He would try to dominate you, but you always made it clear who was in control.  Although he almost got to you a few times, you had always shut it down.

Feeling his warm breath caress your sensitive flesh sent shivers through your entire body causing goosebumps to rise across your skin. As if reading your mind, Mingyu took advantage of that momentary distraction by sliding two fingers inside you without warning. "Tell me"

The sudden intrusion caused you to gasp loudly which only served to encourage Mingyu further as he pushed deeper inside you with a thrusting motion. "Who do I belong to?" he demanded sternly, continuing to drive his finger hard within you until they were coated in your sticky fluid.

“M-me” you stammered out as your legs began to shake. Hearing your stutter made him freeze for a brief moment as he stared up at you with wide eyes. The sound of your voice had taken him completely off guard as he felt himself becoming overwhelmed with emotion, feeling like he couldn't think straight. "...I see"

“You belong to me.” you declared as you gripped onto his hair, his heart skipping a beat as you did so.  His breathing became heavy as he looked up at you while still kneeling between your legs. "...Yours? You sure about that?" He asked curiously, not knowing how far he should continue to push things.

Your grip tightened around him, his eyes widened slightly as he found himself unable to move or speak. He could feel the heat rising in his face as he continued to stare up at you while waiting for you to continue.

You pull him up by his hair and turn him around.  He was left speechless as he suddenly found himself pinned against the table by your strength. All he could do was stare blankly with his puppy-dog eyes as he waited for whatever would happen next.

You continue to maintain eye contact with him as you trace your hands over to his cock underneath the apron.  He froze once more upon feeling your hand grasp his cock, his breath quickening as his body began to become tense. 

As you began to jerk him off, he let out another small gasp, closing his eyes tightly as he tried desperately to control himself.

After moments had passed, he finally gave in to the pleasure and began moaning loudly, gripping the edge of the table even harder as he arched his back forward. The sound of flesh slapping together filled the room along with the occasional groan escaping his lips. "Ahh-!”

His hands gripped tighter onto the edge of the table as he continued to moan, letting out a low grunt every now and then. His breathing became heavier as he reached his climax, his cock twitching as it shot its load all over the floor beneath him.

“Who told you you could cum?” You demanded. He gasped for air as he slowly regained his composure, letting out a small whimper of discomfort as he lowered himself against the table. He felt embarrassed that he had just allowed himself to climax so quickly, feeling ashamed that he didn't even have the chance to properly resist.

You slap him across the face. “I said who told you you could cum?” His cheeks flushed red with embarrassment, trying his best to hold in the moans that threatened to escape his lips. He didn't know how to respond to your sudden outburst, not expecting you to hit him.

He looked away from you, not wanting to look at you or admit to liking what you were doing. You suddenly grip him by his jaw.  “Apologize.”

He nodded obediently, leading his eyes back over to yours. Although he didn’t want to admit it, he did enjoy having someone else take control over him like this. It gave him an odd sense of satisfaction knowing that he was powerless against you. But still, he found himself unable to speak up despite wanting to say something.

“I said apologize.” You slap him again.  He shut his mouth tightly, gritting his teeth together as he let out a low moan. His body tensed up as another wave of pleasure hit him, making him shiver as he looked down at you. “Y-Yes... I’m sorry…” he said as he looked away again.

“Aren't you?” You smile before going in to kiss his cheek.  As you kissed him, his heart skipped a beat as he felt himself become aroused once again. He felt himself getting hard under your touch, but he didn't want to give you the satisfaction of knowing. Instead, he tried his best to hide himself, hoping that you wouldn't notice.

Despite his efforts, you ran your fingers over his apron and felt his bulge forming.  He shuddered as he felt your fingers caressing his hardened cock, trying his best to hold himself together. He knew that he shouldn't be enjoying this, but he couldn't help himself. He was turned on by the fact that you were in control and that he was powerless against you. 

You push him back and cause him to fall onto the table. “Let's start round two” His face flushed red with embarrassment as he lay. The cold surface against his back sent chills through his entire body as he waited for whatever punishment awaited him next.

You push his apron to the side to reveal his hard cock and slap it.  He gasped loudly as he felt your hand smack his throbbing cock. A small amount of pre-cum leaked from his tip as he bit his lip.

“Mmm, I feel so wet already.” He blushed at your words, feeling himself become even harder as he lay there helplessly. His mind raced with thoughts of how bad he must look right now, lying naked and vulnerable while you hit him.

You climb up onto the table and mount him.  His breathing became heavy as he stared up at you, unable to move or speak as you spread yourself apart and lowered yourself onto his cock. Overwhelmed, All he could do was stare blankly as he let out soft moans of pleasure.

He groaned softly as he began thrusting upwards into you slowly.  He couldn't help but let out soft, needy whimpers as you rode him.  His body tensed as he moved, only thinking about how much he wanted to please you.

You lowered yourself towards him and gripped his face “You feel so good, baby boy”.  Your touch sent shivers down his spine as he looked up at you with a pout. The way you spoke to him made him sound almost childish. Almost innocent.

You pumped him slowly, taking him deeper and deeper inside of you with each thrust. You were in control and all he could do was surrender himself to you.  “Mmm… just like that”

Your words seemed to encourage him greatly as he nodded eagerly and began to thrust faster. You rode him rougher as he cried out “Yes..! Yes..!”.

“Cum now… cum inside me..” You breathily let out.  Feeling the warmth of his cum fill you, you continued your movements.

His eyes widened slightly as he looked up at you as you moved although he had already cum. It was almost as if you were trying to make him cum again with what was no longer left in his body. 

He let out another loud cry of discomfort as you rode him even harder.  The sound of his whimpers only served to turn him on further. The thought of you hearing such sounds coming from him made him feel incredibly vulnerable. 

His cries of pleasure were almost deafening at this point. He could feel his entire body tingling with anticipation of what was to come. The pain of overstimulation flooded through his whole body, sending him spiraling out of control.

“You're doing so good for me babyboy” You assured as his legs violently shook.  He whimpered softly as you spoke to him. Your words were music to his ears, and he didn't want to stop listening to them. In fact, he was desperate to hear more. So much that he couldn’t focus on anything else right now. Just your voice...and your words.

“Oh my god you feel so good inside me” you moaned. 

Your words drove him wild. They were like nothing else in the world.  It hit him like an electric shock. A wave of euphoria washed over him as he listened.

“I think- I-I'm gonna cum”  You could hear his breathing pick up as you spoke.  You squirted with his cock still inside you and twitched with sensitivity. As you came, he tightly gripped onto your hips, desperate to feel every last bit of your release on him. He couldn't believe how amazing it felt. He was dripping in your climax now, and it made his heart race with excitement. He wanted you to keep cumming, over and over again.

After holding yourself up on top of him for a while, you dismounted him and laid on him as you let one of your legs fall off the table. “Thank you…”

He smiled widely at you once you finished riding him. You looked stunning laying there atop him, covered in sweat and satisfaction. His hands ran through your hair affectionately. “Thank you too. That was incredible.” You gently kissed him on his lips upon hearing him. 

He loved being kissed by you. It caused his heart to race greatly. It was like his entire body was alive again, pumping with energy and excitement. As you pulled away from the kiss, he knew he had found something incredible. You. You were his kink. His everything. And he was never letting you go.

#seventeen #kpop #seventeen smut #seventeen x reader #seventeen mingyu #mingyu #kim mingyu #mingyu x reader #kim mingyu x reader #mingyu smut #sub!mingyu #kim mingyu smut #svt imagines #seventeen imagines #svt smut

[somehow-a-human]

The Bullet Catch and the Final 15

DO NOT ASK NEIL ABOUT FAN THEORY

Okay, this started as a completely different post. I was writing something else and I had to abandon it because I realized I needed to be writing this instead. It was like a lightbulb moment, or rather, a headlight moment (see what I did there?)

"Banana, Fish, Gorilla, Shoelace, with a dash of Nutmeg." Clearly adversarial forces are capable of seeing what Crowley and Aziraphale are talking about within the bookshop from across the street. It's confirmed the zombies have gotten The Marvellous Mr. Fell's strange magic words correct at the end of the 1941 minisode. Is this foreshadowing the clear observation of the final conversation Aziraphale and Crowley share directly in front of the bookshop window, by the Metatron?

"Aim for my mouth, shoot past my ear". Well if this isn't that damn kiss I don't know what is. And the bullet, the bullet hiding in his mouth. Magicians historically have had keys passed to them through their mouths via a kiss. Crowley sure did aim for that mouth...

"You have formed a de-facto partnership with the demon Crowley." It's a threat, plain and simple. It's the same thing as Furfur showing up in the dressing room with a photograph of the two of them. And what does Aziraphale do both times? He pulls the same fearful face, is terrified for Crowley, and immediately figures out something to quash the threat. Aziraphale is so smart and so fearful for Crowley's safety, he will do whatever it takes, above his own interests to keep him safe.

"Trust me". The bullet catch. God, the stress of this trick, this insane show of trust and love. "You said trust me", "and you did". I have watched season two an unknowable number of times now, and this is still difficult to see on screen, but it's there. Aziraphale mouths, "trust me" and Crowley catches it, and more importantly, trusts him.

This angel knows he's being watched, the love of his life has been threatened, he knows he has no options and he needs to perform a massive trick to save Crowley. Good thing, he always gets it right the time it matters.

Honorable mention: I am an "Aziraphale was trying to signal for a time stop/help to Crowley" truther, here, when it looks like maybe he mimes 'timeout' and "help". I think either Crowley was too blinded by his newfound plan to confess his undying love for Aziraphale to pick up on his "something's wrong voice" or clear non-verbal communication, which we've established this season they are very good at (see Aziraphale asking Crowley to freeze Dalrymple in Edinburgh). OR he did catch the signals and he is LISTENING.

If you haven't read this post by @noneorother about the parallels between The Tales of Hoffmann and GO season 2, you need to. But to snag a small quote of theirs to highlight this one specific point:

"Stella [Aziraphale] arrives in the tavern looking for Hoffmann [Crowley], ready to run away, but now accompanied by Lindoff [Metatron] (dressed as an angelic figure) who followed her. She looks to Hoffmann to save her, but he's too blinded by the fact that he doesn't think she loves him back to pick up on the signal. He gives up, and she goes back up the stairs guided by Lindoff." - @noneorother

Okay but seriously make sure you go read that whole post.

If that isn't what happens in the final 15, what is?

Then we have the end of 1941 pt.2, wine in the backroom, and the reveal of the photograph. Crowley realizes Aziraphale saved him, he realizes how much he can trust him, and if my observed light bulb headlight moment is anything, it happened after the final 15 too. He knows. It's still devastating, it's still heartbreaking, and it doesn't invalidate all the feelings and love they couldn't quite come out and communicate right then. They are living under an Orwellian regime, this isn't really a job they can quit or even run away from. They were angels created for a purpose. Sure gabriel and Beelzebub left, but how long until someone tries to hunt them down? Plus, what's the point if Crowley and Aziraphale abandon Earth and just let armageddon part two happen? That's a pretty shit thing of them to do. They want to live on Earth, they want to protect the humans, and they want to do it together.

They didn't eat the apple, the humans did. Maybe at the end of season 3, they'll get their chance.

#good omens #crowley #aziraphale #crowley x aziraphale #good omens meta #michael sheen #david tennant #good omens 2 #good omens clues #good omens theories #good omens theory #good omens 1941 #good omens bullet catch

[ssturniolo]

Hopeless

||pt.2||

𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 - Chris x fem!reader

𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶 - Chris comforts you in a time of need, but misses his chance to share his feelings.

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 - swearing, crying, I hope that’s it :)

𝔞/𝔫 - I’m so sorry I haven’t been posting, I found my boyfriend of 2 years cheating so that was fun. Anyways, I’ll make a pt.2 at some point I hope you like it ! :)

Well this is definitely not how you planned your night to go. After finding your boyfriend of six months tongue-to-tongue with another girl, you had decided to make a surprise visit to the triplets house.

Which leads to now. Standing on the triplets front porch, face red and puffy from crying, in the rain. The fucking rain.

After knocking for the third time, you hear someone fiddling with the lock before the door opens to reveal Chris.

Seeing your distressed state, he immediately ushers you inside.

Shutting the door behind you, he turns around, cupping your cheek in his hand.

“What happened y/n?” He asks, his voice laced with concern.

Unable to answer, you wrap your arms around his middle, pressing your wet body against his. You bury your face into his neck, letting out uncontrollable sobs.

“Why am I so unlovable?” You choke out in between sobs.

“What did he do to you?” Chris asks. You can hear the anger in his voice. Chris has never liked your boyfriend, well… he’s never liked any of your boyfriends for a reason even you don’t know. But he’s always been right.

Still sobbing, your afraid to answer, embarrassed that this happened. Again.

Knowing your not ready to answer, Chris takes your hand leading you to his room.

“Why don’t you shower and then we can talk. Or do whatever if your not ready” Chris suggests, already handing you pj pants and a fresh love hoodie. You nod your head, making your way to the bathroom to start the shower.

You make sure to do every step slowly and carefully, dreading the moment you have to walk out and face Chris. This isn’t the first time one of your boyfriends has cheated on you, and Chris has helped and comforted you every. Single. Time. But he’s also made sure that you knew he was right about them every. Single. Time.

Exiting the bathroom, you join Chris on his bed. Leaning your head on his shoulder as he wraps an arm around you, you take a shaky breath, eyes already welling up with tears.

“H-he cheated on me” you whisper, barely audible.

Chris’s whole body tenses as he perks up from his previously calm state.

“He did what?” His voice a low, angry growl.

“I saw him making out with some girl” you say, tears once again streaming down your face.

“Oh y/n” he starts, pulling you onto his lap to wrap you into a tight hug. “He’s a dick, he never deserved you.”

“I’m hopeless, every guy I’ve ever dated has cheated on me” you cry, sobbing into his shoulder.

Pulling away slightly so he can meet your eyes, he clears his throat, making sure you know he’s being serious.

“You are NOT hopeless y/n. There is someone out there who will treat you right and love you unconditionally” he says, looking you directly in the eyes.

He opens his mouth to say something else, but must’ve decided against it when he just closes it again.

“Can I stay the night” you ask hesitantly, sniffling quietly.

“Of course” he responds, lying down with you still in his arms.

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Pt.2 ?

XOXO - Zoe

#sturniolo triplets #fypage #sturniolo fanfic #chris sturniolo #imagine #christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #chris sturniolo imagine #christopher sturniolo imagine #breakup #angst #fypppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp #the sturniolos

[breaddwoo]

-Just a Few Scratches-

pairing: xavier thorpe x reader

word count: 4.36k

warnings: injury/blood

desc: you get injured trying to solve xavier's problems for him. silly you :)

a/n: im having a field day writing all my fic ideas :)) can't decide if the next one will be another xavier or wednesday

edit: pt 2 is now posted! 🦭

"fuck, fuck!" xavier yelled, sprinting across the field of pine needles before him and leaping over bushes and rocks.

cold sweat dripped down his flushed face; he could feel tears sting the back of his eyes. xavier felt like he could puke as he ran, but only one thing occupied his mind:

"(y/n)!"

> > >

-5 hours prior-

“are you doing okay, xavier?" you ask with worry. after class you had to stay late to ask the teacher something, so it was a surprise when you found xavier sitting on a bench in the hallway with his head in his hands.

he jolted. looking up, he seemed tired. really tired. you noticed the purple bags under his eyes and the way his breathing appeared to be unsteady.

xavier tried to smile, but it instantly fell off his face when he met your gaze. he bit the inside of he cheek to keep salty tears from spilling out of his eyes.

"I... " he began, but it came out as a strangled sob.

the sight of his pitiful state filled you with worry, and you picked up your pace as you sped over to him.

standing in front of xavier, you ask, "have you been sleeping? you look like a wreck."

xavier laughed at this, quickly wiping away a tear that dared to escape, "yeah, i know. I'm just.." he looked down, "I'm just really stressed."

you stepped closer and he pressed the top of his head to your stomach, refusing to look at you as he loosely wrapped his arms around your waist.

you began to move your hand to pat his head, but hesitated. "can i...?"

without hearing the rest, xavier said, "please."

this consent allowed you to weave your fingers through his hair. "do you want to talk about it?" you asked in a low voice, afraid that somehow, despite the hall's vacancy, someone would hear this sensitive conversation.

he was quiet for a few moments, considering his words.

"it's... wednesday. i'm so, so tired of her- of her blaming me! always saying i'm a mass murdering monster! it fucking hurts and she keeps finding new evidence that genuinely makes sense, " his voice is strained as he tightens his hold, "but i can't do anything to convince her it's not me. and she even found my art studio, which just makes me look worse."

seeing him like this made you want to cry, but you restrained yourself because this wasn't about you; this was about xavier.

"i'm so fucking scared that she's going to get me locked up. i can't even blame her- all of the evidence points directly at me! and these nightmares, they plague me in my sleep and i wake up screaming and then i can't go back to sleep so i've just been painting that fucking thing so i-" his rambling is cut short when he hiccups through his frustrated tears. he felt angry and hurt and afraid.

you leaned down to hug his head, pushing his face into your tummy as he sniffles. "i'm sorry, xavier. i wish there was something i could do."

xavier looked up from your (now wet) shirt to say, "just listening is enough. don't worry about it, hopefully everything will fix itself soon."

and as he rested his head once more, an idea came to you.

there's a way to help xavier.

> > >

three knocks and wednesday was ready to order thing to strangle the person at the door.

she lifted from her desk, about to tell off the perpetrator for interrupting her writing time. when she opened the door, however, she recognized you as the person that xavier constantly follows around.

"enid isn't here," she said point blank, beginning to shut the door. you stick your hand out and risked amputation to make sure it doesn't close, "actually, im here to see you."

wednesday narrowed her dead eyes, "go on then. explain."

"i need to know where the hyde's lair is."

wednesday's facial expression didn't change, but you could tell she was confused.

"why don't you ask xavier? he would know."

the fake smile that you wore to feign being nice dropped. instead, you replaced it with a tight, irritated line on your lips.

"haha, yeah, i would. yknow, if he were the hyde. but here i am, asking you. why do you think that is?" you said all this with a lighthearted tone through clenched teeth.

wednesday could read the passive aggressiveness of your words but decided to press on, "try looking at his gallery of police evidence. that would give you the answer you're looking for."

with that, the door closed and you soon heard the sharp clicks of a type writer. you knew she was talking about xavier's art studio, but he hasn't allowed you in since people started dying around the school.

you decided that the only way to enact your plan would be to sneak into the renovated shed. sneaking in you could do, but distracting him for enough time to find something was completely different.

fuck, this is gonna be hard.

> > >

in the end, enid was your best bet. your plan was for enid to ask him for help on a subject and get him to tutor her for a bit in the library.

she agreed immediately, hoping it would also make ajax jealous; it was a win-win situation.

though, when she asked, you would not tell her why you needed her to do this in the first place. she was skeptical but trusted that you were doing it for a good reason.

finding the studio was easy, you had been there so many times that you knew the trail like the back of your hand. you were xavier's rock after his breakup with bianca, so it made sense that he'd commonly invite you to paint with him in his secret hideout.

when you made it there, you took no time to begin searching every single art piece for a deeper meaning. xavier mentioned that he was having nightmares about the foretold monster, but wouldn't allow you to see the art "for your own safety".

there was nothing of value on the walls and canvases, so you turned to plan b.

you bent down to the trash, fishing through it, hoping you'd find something important. about ten pieces of paper had been uncrumpled by the time you found something worth your dumpster diving.

"there it is!" you excitedly whisper-scream to yourself.

it was a drawing of the monster in front of a familiar cave. though its name and exact location eluded you, there was someone who would know those exact details.

later, after asking eugene if he knew anything considering you'd seen him working alongside wednesday on the investigation, you set the final steps of your plan in motion.

it is here that you will find out who the hyde is, if only to relieve xavier of his stress.

> > >

"enid, we've gone over this topic, like, ten times. i think you're just a lost cause," xavier said in exasperation. he had been attempting to teach enid the different geometrical formulas but she hasn't understood a single word he's said in the past two hours.

xavier, giving up, grabs his phone off the library table to check his notifications.

"huh, that's weird."

"what?" enid asked.

"(y/n) hasn't texted me. usually she'd have sent several messages asking to hang or something by now," he frowned, his expression a dark overcast.

enid, feeling something was off, finally broke, "uhm, well, (y/n) kind of asked me to distract you. im not really sure what for, but she did mention something about an art studio?"

xavier's heart lept in his chest. "what?"

"yeah, sorry, i felt she had a good reason but now i'm a little worried, " enid replied with an awkward laugh.

he wracked his brain for any reason that you might have had to go to his studio. a surprise? was she curious about the paintings i wouldn't let her see? why would she need to sneak around to do it?

instead of searching for an answer that wouldn't come to him, xavier stood from the table, gave a small "thanks", and left the library in a hurry.

at the studio, he found nothing amiss. none of the paintings were gone and nothing had been moved.

that's what he thought, however, until he saw the trash can laying on its side in the corner of the room. kneeling, he sifted through the scattered, unfolded papers.

his eyebrows knitted together in further confusion. what is missing?

then it hit him:

the drawing of the hyde's lair.

xavier didn't know exactly what you were up to, but he knew with every fiber of his being that it was definitely dangerous. he was absolutely terrified.

the doors burst open as xavier ran out of the studio, an unwelcome gust of wind blowing many of the drawings off the walls. at that moment, he couldn't have cared less.

a mirage of trees passed him by as he sprinted. the nighttime autumn air was far too cold for the season.

"fuck, fuck!"

the words were strangled and every noise around him felt muffled; all he could hear was the crunching of the leaves beneath his racing feet and his own hammering heartbeat.

"(y/n)!" he shouted, the distress in his voice echoing back at him.

xavier slowed to a stop, unable to tell where he had gone in his desperation to find you. he took a second to breathe when a shrill scream sounded from an unknown direction.

the scream of a girl. a girl who was horrified, or worse, in danger.

and he would know that voice from anywhere. it was someone familiar; someone close to him. the person most important to him.

"(y/n)! where are you!?" he yelled in response, but the forest had turned into something akin to a funhouse mirror maze and he couldn't tell left from right.

xavier heard footsteps running toward him at a high speed, and just as he began dash in the similar direction, you came into full view.

pain spread through his chest as you slammed into him, sending you both crashing to the moist soil beneath.

you were laying on top of him now; shaking with labored breaths.

it rook a moment for xavier to process what had happened, but he wrapped his arms around you with little delay.

"you- are you okay!? what were you doing!? are you stupid!? there's a fucking monster on the loose and you-"

he shut his mouth when saw a steadily growing red patch on his shirt.

"you're bleeding! oh shit, we need to get you back to nevermore fast," he was quick to hold you, your body laying bridal style across his arms.

you winced in pain, sobbing out the words, "i'm sorry. i'm sorry xavier, i just wanted to help. i really wanted to help. i'm sorry."

xavier didn't give a shit about your apology. he wasn't mad at you. he was mad at that thing that hurt you. he was fucking furious.

he had many, many things to say to you but for now, he'd let you rest in his arms.

he then headed back in the direction he had come from, you now tucked safely in his embrace.

> > >

once the final stitch was in, xavier was allowed to visit your hospital room.

the bright white lights made him feel sick. even more so when he saw you sitting in bed with a hospital gown and an IV drip in your arm.

the moment he walked in, you gave him a warm, content smile.

"is right now really a good time for you to be smiling?" xavier questioned, sitting on a seat next to the bed.

you held the hand that he placed on the edge of the sheets, "well, i was able to achieve my goal."

"at the cost of several pints of blood and a couple scars on your arm? what was worth that?" he asked, unrestrainable anger surfacing on his face.

though, when he took in the finer details of your state, he couldn't help but soften. many scrapes graced your skin from the collision earlier; the complexion of your face much paler than normal.

rubbing his knuckles to ease his frustration, you say, "i was able to convince wednesday that you're not the hyde. how could she believe that out of all the people you could attack, you'd attack me?"

something clicked in xavier's head and it all made sense. this all started after his breakdown in the hallway, caused by wednesday's meddling. the sneaking around, stealing his drawing and going off into the woods.

"so you did this on purpose? you scared me half to death!" he bursted, his emotions a flurry of love, anger, and guilt.

"so what if i did? it's just a few scratches."

god, he loved you. could you believe he had yet to even ask you out?

#wednesday netflix #wednesday addams #xavier thorpe #xavier x reader #xavier thorpe x y/n #xavier thorpe x reader #enid sinclair #wednesday imagine #xavier thorpe imagine

[toxicanonymity]

Hey, this person has directly credited you as their ideas for their character bots

https://poe.com/pedroxo

[ Background: an account made AI bots of my fics and others to various extents. I had an anxiety attack quietly watching Tumblr melt down over this topic. When the dust settled, this post was the first and last I said about it to address continued inquiries. ]

unauthorized AI Bots of fics

Thank you everyone who kindly let me know about the >25 unauthorized bots using content from my fics.

Listen, I strongly relate to the desire to talk to these characters - I've said it before. I appreciate how invested someone must be to go to all this effort, and I appreciate the credit. But it's not right and I'm not comfortable with it. You may not realize what it feels like to the writer. It feels like a violation.

Unfortunately, this wasn't the first incident for me. Someone once made a bot of my fic 4 days after I publicly said not to in response to an ask. I didn't find out until it had almost 1k "chats" and you'll see I use that term very loosely under the cut.

I've said don't do this, and it's in my masterlist. I've even shared my anxiety about being so slow to update that people take matters into their own hands. I'm not really sure what else to say. I'm tired.

Please don't do this. And when you see chatbots built on fics, please alert the writers.

IMPORTANT The bots are down. I don't want the person to be harassed - i think that's obvious based on my tone from the start.

Beyond these, there were more bots from night walks, slasher, and stepdad, ones from Raider and Speakeasy and even a few from hypotheticals I published like when stepdad goes to jail for indecent exposure or when you aren't getting wet for raider joel.

Night Walks: Original, Soaked

Left in Lincoln pt. 1; jalbird

Slasher: Midnight Tow, Stop Playing

Stepdad: Clock, Ring Doorbell

Sorry I was too overwhelmed to do the IMG text on each of these but it's basically just snippets from the works listed.

After being contacted, the person copied and pasted a message to multiple writers saying they were sorry, didn't know what they were doing, were deactivating their acct. They asked to spread their message, and said have an amazing day/night.

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Past Incident

IMGs: 1) I answered an ask August 16 saying no. The asker had "offered" to credit me. 2) August 20, someone made a bot without credit. This is worse imo and suggests trying to hide their actions.

I told a lot of people about this, but it was an isolated bot unlike the profile discovered 2/23.

IMG: comparison of left in lincoln text to the bot.IMG: A seven paragraph narrative bot output. Obviously failed my test if you've read the fic.

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ANYWAY

If you're not already on ao3, I recommend signing up. This isn't a threat to leave, but I may not put everything on Tumblr forever. My AO3 profile.

Edit: I like tumblr because I like answering lore and questions and getting thots, plus my blog is very multimedia with many awesome contributions from different people. Please help keep it that way, because your interaction is why I'm here. I value everyone's engagement here.

For many reasons, I'm less and less comfortable with Tumblr being the primary home for all my writing. I'm aware people can still take things from AO3, but not as easily. I'm trying to be nice by preemptively suggesting people sign up on AO3 if they want to read everything. If it's not worth the trouble to you, just don't do it.

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Ty very much to those who have been supportive and checked on me. It means a lot. I will admit this made me put on a hat and cry in public lol.

feel free to rb this because idk if everyone realizes the extent of this or how jarring it can look.

#cw discourse #anti ai #taps mic

[phntmeii]

✰ Phntmeii's Headcanon Masterlist ✰

✰ You can request general ideas or characters you want to see more of or specific requests. (EX: 'Vinsome Sanji Fluff'. Or request 'Jon Snow x Wildling!Reader at the Wall headcanons'.)

✰ NSFW content will often be AFAB or GN for readers and often have a Dom!Character unless specified otherwise. (AMAB terms are unfamiliar to me so may not me fulfilled). Minors DNI. Will be blocked.

✰ I will only write for characters that I know to not provide too OOC content. Please refer to my current fixation list for fandoms that I'm apart of or the already listed fandoms I've done headcanons for!

✰ Headcanons/Requests may not be fulfilled in order! I will generally bounce around different lists based on my preference so it may take a bit to get around to certain characters!

✰ Regular Headcanon Lists generally range from 25-35 bullet points with sections that include characters' love languages. Compilation Headcanon Lists have a scenario listed with characters listed under a specific reaction.(Can be a simple sentence or two or a drabble for each character.)

REQUESTS: Working on current submitted requests!

✰ Current Fixations: Across the Spider-Verse, COD:MWII, Game of Thrones, House of the Dragon, Live Action One Piece, Horror Slashers, Mortal Kombat 1

NSFW Headcanons are highlighted in RED. WIP Headcanons are highlighted in PINK. This list will be updated as time goes on with more characters and links directly to the posts. Compilation Headcanons with several characters are highlighted in PURPLE.

ASOIAF:

Aegon II Targaryen Aemond Targaryen Jaime Lannister [Kingslayer] Jaime Lannister [Redemption] Margaery Tyrell x Snow!Reader Robb Stark Sandor Clegane Sandor Clegane x Snow!Reader (20% Done)

ATSV:

Hobie Brown Miguel O’Hara Miles Morales Miles Morales x SelfHarming!Reader Miles Morales [E42]

One Piece Live Action:

Luffy w/ Breeding Kink OPLA Characters and Physical Touch OPLA Characters Makeout Sessions OPLA Characters “Only One Bed” Trope OPLA Characters "Only One Bed" Trope PT. 2 (Coming Soon) OPLA Characters x disabled!Reader Possessive!OPLA Characters x shy!Reader (Coming Soon)

Random things OPLA Characters would Do Roronoa Zoro w/ Breeding Kink Sanji Cooking w/ Reader (Coming Soon) Sanji w/ Breeding Kink Sanji x Reader w/ ED (Coming Soon) Sanji x shy!Reader (Coming Soon) Jealous!Sanji x Pirate!GN!Reader Straw Hat Crew when You’re Sick Usopp w/ Breeding Kink

Slashers:

Angela Baker Brahms Heelshire Bo Sinclair NSFW Alphabet Corey Cunningham Hannibal Lecter (Coming Soon) RZ!Michael Myers (Coming Soon) RZ!Michael Myers x Russian!SO Sinclair Twins [Artist!Reader + Bimbo!Reader] Slashers and Hanahaki Disease Slashers Thoughts on Having Kids Slashers x depressed!Reader (Coming Soon) Slashers x Fanfic Reading SO Slashers x Naive!Sunshine!SO Slashers x Shy!SO Slashers x StrictLatina!SO Slashers x Petite!Strong!SO Thomas Hewitt

HOTD Texts:

Aemond's Texts After Season 1 HOTD x SO!Reader: "Are You Cheating on Me?” HOTD x SO!Reader: "Would you still love me if I was a worm?” Team Green Incorrect Quotes

⤷ divider credits: @cafekitsune

#masterlist #multific #my masterlist #x reader #Female reader #x female reader #multifandom #multifandom imagine #multifandom imagines #hotd headcanons #got headcanons #asoiaf headcanons #slasher headcanons #slashers #got #asoiaf #hotd #slasher fucker #slasher x reader #hotd x reader #asoiaf x reader #atsv headcanons

[billyrayjo]

How Time Flies (Fangs Pt. 2)

An: This is a part 2 to my previous post titled “fangs”!! Been drafting up some ideas for a while now!

Watching Damon hurl your bags into his trunk was not how you expected to spend your morning. Although, you were finding it hard to be disappointed about it.

He had shown up bright and early, scaring you out of your sleep with a pillow to your head. You vaguely remember hearing something along the lines of “I need my sexy sidekick for this one” as you stretched and headed to the bathroom to get ready.

Since it was going to be quite the drive, you had settled with a pair of leggings and a maroon sweatshirt representing your high school mascot as your OOTD. The loose curl your hair still held would suffice for the days plans.

After everything had been loaded into the car, Damon made it a point to speed through your neighborhood at unholy speeds for your departure.

Once you hit the interstate, you rolled your head to the drivers seat to take Damon in. He was wearing his signature leather jacket and had an all-knowing smirk on his face at your glance.

“What? Didn’t get enough of me in your dreams?” he mused, gaze turning to meet yours for a quick moment before going back to the road.

“Actually, I was trying to see if you were always so cocky even this early in the morning. I’d say the answer is yes..” you retorted, rolling your eyes but keeping your gaze on him.

He noticed your continued stare and glanced at you again, this time with a concerned look taking over his features.

“Is it bad, Damon?” you almost whispered, anxiety coursing through you as you pictured the scene you would arrive to in Alabama.

Elena was your friend, and as much as it pained you to suffer in hidden desire, you were still concerned about who she considered the love of her life. If you and Damon couldn’t figure this out, Elena would probably be in worse shape than she was when her parents died, and that brought fears to you far stronger than your annoyance with said lovers’ smutty brother.

At the look on your face, Damon forced a small smile of sympathy and reached over to push a piece of hair behind your ear.

“It’s not the best news, but it will at least bring us closer to finding him.” he muttered, hand landing on the juncture of your shoulder and neck before he pulled it away to playfully land it on your thigh.

“Enough depression. I’d rather not have to put in my Evanescence CD to match the emotions in this car.” he teased, right back to his sarcasm and smirks.

You couldn’t help the laugh you let out as you reached forward and turned up the radio. As the drive continued, you tried not to overthink the fact that Damon’s hand was still, in fact, resting on your thigh.

A couple of hours later, after stopping to inhale a Big Mac at a lone McDonald’s in the middle of nowhere, you felt your eyelids getting heavier as you watched the passing horizon. Deciding you wanted to take a nap, you first started with your head leaned against the window.

After a few minutes of that, your temple smacked directly into the glass as you heard Damon let out a little “oops” before you sat back upright.

Deciding to not let yourself over analyze it, you turned towards Damon and slowly reached out to pinch the sleeve his jacket. His head snapped towards you, an eyebrow raised in question as he tried to figure out what you were doing.

Gently, you tugged at the sleeve until Damon got the hint and brought his arm out for you, leaving it hovered over the center console as he awaited your next move. You gently grabbed his hand and pulled it across the console, wrapping your arms around his singular one and laying your head against his bicep. You tried to fight the blush off of your cheeks when you felt Damon looking down at you.

Anticipating Damon telling you to get off, you kept your eyes closed and a light grip on his arm. When his hand stretched further and rested back on your thigh, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and relaxed further onto his arm.

You awoke to something moving under your head, and groaned as the movement caused your neck to bend awkwardly. “We’re here, (y/n)” being whispered into your ear is what solidified the end of your slumber.

Sitting up, you let your arms rise above your head in a stretch as you tried to blink the blur of sleep out of your eyes.

Slumping back into the seat, you let your eyes close again and a murmur of curses tumble past your lips at the tiredness you felt. Your door being popped open alerted you, and you quickly sat back up and opened your eyes to see Damon standing in the crack, arms held out to you.

“Relax, pretty. We just need to check into the hotel.” Damon whispered, hand coming down to wrap around the wrist of your raised hand. You let him pull you out of the car before following him through the dingy front doors of a run-down looking motel.

“Was I asleep for that long?” you questioned, the bell above you signaling the two of you crossing the threshold. Glancing around the place, it seemed as if you and Damon were the only guests on the premises.

Wrapping an arm over your shoulder with a yawn, Damon ignored your question as he pulled you to the front counter. A short, plump teenager was sitting behind the counter, a small tv screen lit up in front of him.

“Room for two?” He asked, eyes not even moving from the TV. Damon let out a murmur of confirmation, his arm pulling you closer as he drummed his fingers on the countertop.

Letting yourself enjoy the moment, you leaned your head onto his chest and let your eyes fall shut once again. Keeping your arms crossed between you, you were turned entirely towards him with your forehead right at his collarbone. At your movement, Damon slid his arm off of your shoulders enough to allow his hand to grip the back of your neck, his hand sliding under your hair to keep the contact with your skin.

“That’ll be $35 even.” the man at the counter stated, and you heard the ring of a key being placed on the marble before you pulled yourself away from Damon.

Damon pulled out his wallet and threw down some cash before he swiped the key, and pushed you with his chest in the direction of the room. “Thanks man. Breakfast starts at 8? I know I’m going to be starving.” He mused, an obvious smirk on his face as he led you away.

As you both walked, you mentally scolded yourself for being so needy and touchy with Damon. Day by day, he was making you forget that he was a known vampire, and you knew you needed to keep your composure better. ESPECIALLY if you were going to be alone for the next few days…

Walking up to the door marked number 6, Damon inserted the key before kicking open the door. Your thoughts vanished as you took in the room, the single double bed staring back at you. Damon strolled in, threw down his duffel, and plopped down onto the bed.

Right as you were about to enter a nervous breakdown, Damon smirked with his eyes closed and teased, “Don’t worry, pretty girl. I’m an excellent cuddler.”.

You’re doomed..

Tags! @alexawhatstheweathertoday @bitchatemybagel @starved-kitten

#damon salvatore x reader #damon salvatore #the vampire diaries #fluff #comfort #hot as hell

[moonshynecybin]

marc undressing another man.... sorry but you can't tell me vale wouldn't be the most jealous man on planet earth. he doesn't want marc anymore (or at least that's what he tells himself) but at the same time nobody else is allowed to have him! he would sooner forgive and forget everything that happened than be okay with seeing marc with someone else

vale sowing: haha fuck yeah!!! yes!!

vale reaping: Well this fucking sucks. what the fuck.

truly like. jealousy is another one that’s interesting to play out for them because marc is so blindingly and publicly and LOUDLY stuck on vale. like to this day vale can open his instagram explore page or whatever and see marc in a cunty turtleneck with his cheekbones out and dramatic reality show confessional lighting pontificating about how vale can totally call him later if he wants to fuck. marc voice please please please youre nothing. now. that being said. i don’t know if vale 100% believes marc is in EARNEST on those (myriad) occasions, but certainly it helps him on a subliminal level to know he was the best dick of marc’s life and he isn’t over him.

where this gets reallyyyy interesting for me is post ALL IN, where i think marc is trying to actually fire back a lil… exert some autonomy. take off the widow’s veil. like suddenly vale has lost the proverbial high ground in terms of being in this weird longing covenant with marc. he’s lost his love, in a way. break up 2: this time he maybe WONT come to your semiannual post retirement mildly drunk booty call :( and hilariously. i can see that fucking rattling him a bit.

so vale’s in his own head. pathetically shadow boxing his demons. whatever so it goes. and he ALSO notices at the next race he attends that marc has gotten a new trainer. older than him. italian. the marc marquez special as we have all seen and perceived. and five alarm bells are ringing in the back of vale’s head like FULL kill bill sirens and then he sees the new trainer guy (nice normal dude hired for PT. marc has met him. Twice.) like. dig a thumb into the muscle of marc’s arm and marc’s whole body visibly relaxes and vale feels about ten different types of insane about it. like he LOVESSSS to do things for people he cares about its his favorite thing. and if he saw marc get a need fulfilled like that when he’s been so obviously wanting and in pain— and directly AFTER his i’m done with you for realsies docu-break up letter— vale would go fucking crazybananas. like he enrolls in an online massage therapy class that day. just in case. not even under a fake name he’s that rattled.

#LOSING. the idgaf war. and then of course post reconciliation it’s marc being normally nice to someone #and them CLEARLY hitting on him so vale swoops in #just extremely and aggressively charming and pleasant and Valentino Rossi hi have we met i have nine world titles what do you do again?? #while also tucking marc under his arm and like. dragging him away to fuck in the bathroom VERY obviously #motogp #asks #callie speaks #POV: VALENTINO ROSSI HAS ENROLLED IN YOUR ONLINE MASSAGE CERTIFICATION

[supernatural-dreamer]

The Unnatural and Unexpected (Embry Call x Black!Reader) Pt. 2

A/N: Hey everyone! It’s almost twilight season and as a commitment to myself and to you, I will (attempt) to post every Sunday from now until Halloween! You’ve all responded and I have decided to turn this into a multiple part series! I’m playing a little loose with the blood singer/ mating vampire rules as a fun experiment..  Leave a comment AND follow if you’d like to be tagged going forward. As always like, comment and follow. Let me know what you think!   

This is set during Eclipse around newborn battle. This is tailored for a African American/Black female reader specifically, however all are welcome to read..

~Lauren

*All gifs credited to original owner*

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Pt. 1

Masterlist

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Imagine being Embry’s imprint and tagging along with the wolves to their newborn training session. However, you’re always in for an unexpected surprise when you’re around Bella..

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Never were you the adrenaline junkie type. If your two feet were not able to stay on the ground, you did not participate. 

But damn. You would be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy the experience, just a little.

Curse your newfound curiosity.

  Or maybe, being in Jasper’s arms is what made it more enjoyable.

  What the hell? You barely know this pale-ass dude.

  It is when your hair stops moving that you start to tune back into your surroundings. Clinging to Jasper akin to a koala bear, eyes still shut, you meekly ask, 

  “Are we there yet?” 

  “I stopped moving a few minutes ago.”  Crap. 

   Popping one eye open, you see the Cullen house directly in front of you. Looking up at him, you notice he is looking down at you, slightly smirking. Coughing,  you signal him to put down. He does, gently and you stand in silence for a moment. 

  “You alright? I know reaching high speeds like that can affect humans pretty bad.” No shit sherlock.

   “I’m fine. Thank you for the, um, ride.” You shuffle your feet while studying your now slightly-dirty shoes.

  Then you suddenly remember the potentially dangerous situation you’re in-the anxiety slowly kicking back in. Jasper checks his surroundings, then gestures for you to move up the front porch steps. 

  “My pleasure. Let’s get you inside. After you.”

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   Jasper Whitlock was a pale, ex-confederate, undead, man of few words. He has seen mostly wars and death in his human and afterlife. Peace and normalcy was a foreign concept to him, until he ran into Carlisle. He never would have chosen this life for himself, but then again, he never knew his current life was even possible until was in it.

  You, on the other hand, were the complete opposite of him. 

  From the day he saw you, he couldn’t get you out of his head. At first, it was pure curiosity. You were one of the few interesting humans he had met in his time that actually presented a mental challenge for him. 

  Although he couldn’t directly read minds like his brother, Jasper could easily deduce what people were thinking based on their feelings–enhanced by his empath abilities, no doubt. When it came to you, however, he could not sense a thing. If he could put a color to every emotion he sensed, yours would always be grey- neutral. 

  Educated guesses were always made on his part, but you still managed to catch him off guard and did something different. A literal wild card. 

  The day you were partnered with him on some random school project, he began to notice your intelligence and convictions. He was impressed at your ability to keep Bella’s dangerous moves in check while keeping your personal boundaries. It reminded him of some of the people in his past he had lost long ago. It was then, you had gained his respect. 

  Slowly, Bella started bringing you around their house more often. At the time, it was mostly a cover for him and his siblings to investigate newborn activity, especially after one broke into your house. When he was around, outside of class, Jasper kept his distance, mostly for your comfort level.

   Then, he noticed Bella’s or any human’s scent did not affect him as much anymore when you were around. After a few times, he realized something peculiar: you were the only human that didn’t stir his bloodlust, either. 

  Miraculously, you actually had seemed to quell it. 

    It was when Alice and his family confronted him on the possibility of you being his blood singer, he considered that he might have felt something more than just friendly admiration for you.  Carlisle let him know only blood singers have this much of an affect on vampires like this. 

  But Jasper wasn’t having any of it.

    At first, he denied it, immensely. Although he was intrigued by you, you didn’t seem to have the exact same affect on him the way Bella did with Edward. He had and was more than content with Alice. 

   He especially didn’t think it was possible when he found out Embry had imprinted on you. He had abandoned the idea entirely. There’s no way a shifter, let alone their imprint, would have any involvement with the vampires. They were sworn enemies after all.

   So, he did the only thing he could do- kept his distance. The last thing that needed to happen was the pot to be stirred at a time where their alliances were critical. Besides, you seemed happy with Embry. Unlike his brother’s situation, he didn’t want to turn your whole life upside-down for a silly school yard crush—

  And that was that for him.

   Until Alice told him for the first time that she saw you in his future the day they trained with the wolves. In what capacity, she didn’t know. What was certain was that you were going to be involved with the Cullen’s for the foreseeable future, whether anyone wanted or not. She also knew Jasper well enough to know that you meant something to him. 

   She didn’t have to be a clairvoyant to know that. 

   Regardless, you could not make any decisions until he actually told you. The women were right that it wasn’t fair of him to keep everything to himself, especially when that meant putting you in more danger. Blood singer or otherwise, he couldn’t subject anyone he cared about to that. Not on his watch.

  It was at that moment, he realized he had feelings for you—though he hated to admit it. 

  As you sat in the massive kitchen, the silence became deafening. You could tell he was deep in thought about something and, at first, you thought it was from today’s events. 

   Until he looked at you the way he did today. 

   He was keeping something from you and you were determined to find out what it is.

    Penny for your thoughts? You’ve been quiet the whole way over.” Breaking the silence, you take a sip from your glass of  water. 

  “Well we were running over 70 miles an hour.” You had to keep from facepalming yourself. 

    “Are you hungry? We have some leftovers from the other day still in the fridge.” He starts to cross the kitchen. You were starving and those leftovers did sound good at the moment, but you were persistent.

    “Yes, but you still didn’t answer my question.”

   “Just still on guard and keeping an eye out for any newborns is all.” And the lie detector test determined that was BS. 

   He starts to open the containers when you stop him, placing your hand over his. 

   “Jasper what aren’t you telling me? If it’s something about the newborns, you could tell me. At this point, nothing you can tell me will shock me too much.” He sighs. 

   “Not even if I told you that you are my bloodsinger.” Cue the glass in your hand dropping to the floor. 

   You and your big ass mouth. You did the only thing you could do at a time like this:

   Freak the hell out.

   “Wait a damn minute. How can that be? You already have Alice!” 

    “Yes, but it’s possible for a vampire to have multiple blood singers in their time as we live well—forever. It’s sort of rare but it happens.” Smartass. 

    “Okay, let’s say I buy that. But I’m also a shifter’s imprint.  How the hell can I also be a vampire’s bloodsinger? Isn’t that like impossible?” 

   “Honestly, I don’t really know. No one really does. Carlisle guesses that the imprint bond could have altered the usual signs of a singer. ”  

   “How come Alice didn’t see it sooner?”

    “Maybe you being an imprint blocked her from seeing your future. Or you could have the same neutralizing affect on her abilities as you do mine. Who knows? What we do know is that she saw you in my future, and as complicated as it sounds, you affect me as Alice did before she was turned. Unfortunately, she’s never wrong.” 

   At this point, you’re pacing back and forth, trying so hard not to lose your shit completely.

   “What am I going to do? What happens now?” What about Embry? 

     It would be just your damn luck as you are just starting to somewhat feel content about your bond with Embry, you now have a tie to not one-- but two creatures of the supernatural. 

     “Hey, hey, hey, he stops you, gently gripping your forearms and turning  you around to face him. You didn’t even hear him come behind you. Damn vampire stealth.

    “Let me stop you right there. This will be whatever you want it to be-or lack thereof. Although I can’t lie and say I don’t have feelings for you, I will not push or force anything. Just like anything else, we take it day by day. We will figure it out. I will be right beside you, only if you want me to be, (yn).” He pushes a coily strand behind your ear as you look up at him. 

   This time you actually get a good look at Jasper. His blonde hair was a bit messy, but framed his sculpted face perfectly. Against his porcelain skin, his eyes almost glowed. You noticed they were a little more gold than usual, most likely from his recent hunt.

  Now by this point, two things were going through your head:

  Good god. This man was fine.  

  You were in some deep shit.

   A deep, guttural growl snaps you from your trance. Whipping your head around, you see the large, glass pane door, wide open and a familiar native boy standing in front of it. And he is livid. 

–And the pile just got a whole lot deeper. 

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[lehguru]

'HOT' MANAGER + BLLK BOYS

characters: chigiri hyoma, raichi jingo, nagi seishiro, reo mikage + kunigami rensuke!!

warnings: 'hot' is just a generalizing term, reader's gender is not mentioned; not proofread + requests are open ! check pinned post for requesting rules

pt.1 – pt.2 – pt.3

chigiri hyoma is really quiet around you. he is already a quiet guy, but it seems to get worse when you're around. if you pay attention closely, you could see that his cheeks get a shade of pink when you're around. it travels down his neck and shoulders if you end up actually calling out for him or talk to him. would never willingly open up about how he is attracted to you; he simply worships you from afar, hoping you will be the one to take the first step.

raichi jingo is oddly soft and calm next to you. instead of being his crazy, feral self, he would always get soft and gentle around you. even if one of his team mates made him insanely mad, he would hold himself back if you're around. the way he compliments your beauty is sweet. instead of directly complimenting things, he compliments things that you choose to do – compliments the lipstick/lip balm you decide to wear, the makeup, the earrings, rings, etc. smile at him and he simply melts to the ground, internally, of course.

nagi seishiro doesn't understand why the other people on his team think you're "hot". it's not that he doesn't think you're pretty, he does; he just thinks there is more to you than your beauty. whenever you care for him, letting him skip a little of training to play games on his phone or slipping a snack for him - even if he was supposed to eat healthily -, his heart skips a beat on his chest. he likes your beauty, but he loves so much more how gorgeous you are on the inside.

reo mikage can't get enough of you. he had his share of fangirls and crazy women running after him on his career, but he never thought he would be a fanboy one day. for who? you. reo ends up wanting to take pictures with you all the time, not to mention every time the weekend approaches, he gives you a bouquet of flowers to "thank you for passing through that week" with him. he doesn't try to hide he is in love with you; he hopes that one day you will feel comfortable enough to go out with him.

kunigami rensuke is a sweetheart about his crush towards you. this teddy bear of a man shyly compliments you every morning and stutters over his own words. if you giggle, the blush on his ears spread to his entire face and neck. always buys tiny things that reminds him of you; while giving them to you, he doesn't look in your face, but you still know the feelings behind it are genuine. kiss him on the cheek and he might actually have to kneel or he would fall - he says his shoe was untied.

2022 © content belongs to lehguru, but the characters used on them belong to their respective creators!!

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[gloomysoup]

when the world stops turning (my heart stops beating) - pt. 4

hello yes i know it's been a while. this part has been a pain in my ass for months. i needed to get it just right and rewrote this thing so many times it's not even funny. and now, after editing it five times over the last two days, i'm just posting it. what's done is done. if i came back to it again i would have rewritten and i don't wanna do that. so here it is at least. there is also going to be at least one more part. i'm shooting for two more hopefully but i make no promises. the next part could very well be the last. i hope you enjoy :)

ao3 pt 1 pt 2 pt 3 pt 4

cw: hospitals, dissociation, mentions of overdose, addiction, sobriety, and relapse

Eddie couldn’t move. His body was fighting against every instinct he should have in the moment. Someone could throw something directly at his head, and he wouldn’t react. The buzzing voices around him faded in and out as he stared at a chip in the wood of the table in front of him.

One of Steve’s doctors had finally come to speak with them. They couldn’t say anything for certain at the moment, but he was alive, and that’s all Eddie heard before his head went fuzzy again. His mind was still reeling, caught on the fact that he should have seen this. He should have noticed. He should have been able to help Steve. He failed the only person who’d ever loved him like that, the only one who ever would love Eddie like that. Because Steve was it for him. He’d always known that. No one else would even come close. No one could ever compare to Steve Harrington.

Not only had he failed Steve, but he’d failed Robin too. He was supposed to keep Steve safe. Robin couldn’t lose her best friend; Eddie knew that. He’d promised to take care of him. He couldn’t even do that one thing right. God, what was he going to tell Robin?

They didn’t want Steve to have visitors yet. Eddie managed to gather that much at least. It was still touch and go. He wasn’t awake. They weren’t sure if he ever would be. They’re flushing his system, but it’s really just a game of wait and see. They might be able to see him in the morning, but the doctor wasn’t making any promises. It all depended on how the rest of the night went. If he made it through. They couldn’t say anything else for certain. There had been a lot of drugs in his system. He’d been deprived of oxygen for a long time. There was no way to be sure what would happen next. That was all up to Steve now.

Eddie sat there in that uncomfortable waiting room chair for hours. He didn’t move. He didn’t eat or drink. He didn’t even get up to go to the bathroom. He just sat there, staring at the same chip in the wooden table. His friends all tried their best to get through to him. They tried to coax him into eating or drinking something, but their efforts were unsuccessful. No one could get through to him, and he preferred it that way. He deserved to sit in his own silence, letting his brain run reckless and spiral to the depths of his fears and anxiety. He had failed.

He noticed that the more time seemed to pass, the antsier his bandmates got. Though, he couldn’t be exactly sure that’s what was happening. Time escaped him.

Time was such a funny thing, wasn’t it? It can feel like it speeds up, slows down, or stops entirely, but it never changes. It’s always the same. It’s all in the imagination. Eddie was never that good at telling time as a child. Even as he grew older, he found it difficult to keep track. As he sat in that hospital, his entire life on the brink of falling apart at the seams, time was nowhere to be found. Nothing made sense. He just sat silently, staring. People moved around him, time passed, but Eddie didn’t move. He was trapped. His body was at the hospital, but his mind kept bouncing around. From his mom, to Wayne, to Steve on the bathroom floor. An endless cycle. Eddie was hanging on by a single thread: the only thread of life left in Steve.

Eddie would never survive if Steve didn’t make it out alive.

Eddie was aware that a long time had passed only by the ache in his joints and the dryness of his mouth. He also sort of needed to pee, but that wasn’t important. At least, not important enough to warrant getting up. He couldn't move. He needed to stay right in that spot. Nothing was more important than that.

“Come on, Ed,” Wayne’s gruff voice said from somewhere behind him. Eddie stayed rooted to the spot. “It’s time to go, kid. We’ve gotta get to the reception.”

Eddie stood silently, staring straight ahead at the marble headstone. His mother’s name was engraved with curly letters. Eddie hadn’t known that was possible. There were piles of flowers that he knew wouldn’t be there next week. He didn’t speak. His feet were glued to the soft ground beneath him. His suit was itchy and his worn dress shoes were a size too small. The tie around his neck was suffocating. He couldn’t breathe.

He broke down right there, tears rolling down his cheeks and gasping sobs bursting from his chest. He sank down to the ground at the foot of his mother’s fresh grave, clawing at the stupid red tie that his mother had bought him two years prior and the collar of his white dress shirt. Wayne sighed softly and sat down beside him, gently pulling his hands away and shushing Eddie as he loosened the tie. He let him collapse against his chest, tie almost completely off and the first two buttons of his shirt undone. Wayne held him through each wracking sob and stuttering breath, murmuring comfort until he’d gotten it all out.

“I couldn’t do it, Uncle Wayne,” Eddie whispered hoarsely. “Why couldn’t I do it?”

“Do what, Ed?”

“Save her.”

Why couldn't he do it?

“Eddie, seriously, you need to eat something,” Jeff said, holding out a bag of chips from the vending machine. Eddie stared blankly at the bag, seeing but not really. He heard the words coming from Jeff’s mouth, but his body refused to respond. He couldn’t quite fully process what he was saying. It slipped out of his head before he got the chance, replaced with his mother’s voice, or Steve promising he was fine. He was fine. There was nothing wrong. It was just weed. Nothing more. He was fine.

He lied.

What else had Steve lied about? What else was he keeping from Eddie? Every time Steve came home late, claiming some generic excuse about work or traffic or whatever else it may have been, how often had those been lies? What had he been doing instead? Getting high? Shooting up in a parking garage somewhere? Was he ever with someone else? Someone who wasn’t Eddie?

Steve would never cheat. Eddie had to remind himself of that over and over again. Repeat it on a loop in his head. Anything to get it to stay there.

He would not cheat. He would not cheat. He would not cheat.

But he would lie.

Eddie has never been insecure about their relationship before. He loved Steve more than anything. He always knew Steve felt the same. Steve loved him. No questions asked. Eddie knew. He didn't need to be told that Steve loved him. It was just obvious. Now, though, Eddie was second guessing everything. Why would he lie? If Steve could lie so easily about something like this, what else had he lied about? Had their whole relationship been a lie? Has Steve ever told him the truth about anything?

His brain swirled with more thoughts, more insecurities. He stared at the chip in the table as he spiraled. His fingers and toes were tingling. This couldn’t be real. It had to be a dream, a nightmare. Any minute now, he was going to wake up. Everything would be fine. It was just one big nightmare. He would be laying in bed next to Steve, who would be snoring softly. He would roll over and tuck his arms around his boyfriend’s waist. He could hold him tight, bury his nose in the back of Steve’s neck and breathe in the scent of his shampoo. He could fall back into a peaceful sleep with Steve in his arms, safe and sound.

Except he wasn't waking up. No matter how much he tried, no matter how hard he willed his eyes to open, it didn't happen. He was trapped. There was no escape. Steve wasn't there. He may never be there again. This was all Eddie’s fault. If only he’d noticed. If only he cared enough. None of it was enough. Eddie wasn’t enough. He never should have expected to be enough for Steve. Steve deserved better.

Eddie never should have asked him to come on tour with them.

If Eddie hadn’t asked him to go, this never would have happened. Steve would be at home, in their apartment with Robin, probably sleeping in her room every night. He hated sleeping alone. He’d be sitting on the couch, wrapped up in one of Eddie’s hoodies and the threadbare blue blanket they took from the trailer when they moved, watching movies with Robin and a bowl of popcorn. He wouldn’t be dying in a hospital in New York. He’d be happy and safe. Eddie would miss him like hell, but at least he would be safe.

The sun was shining, blindingly bright, through the tall windows on the far wall of the waiting room when the doctor finally came back. Eddie’s knee had taken to bouncing anxiously a while ago, maybe an hour, maybe more. He can’t be sure. His brain had mostly come back online, but he still felt a little foggy. Untethered. His world was unbalanced. His ears were still ringing even as the doctor started talking. He barely heard a single word. Snippets of information filtered through the fog. Stable. Made it through the night. Up to Steve now. ICU. Visitors. The next thing he knows, Jeff is leading him through the halls with the doctor. It’s just the three of them. Other doctors and nurses bustled around them.

They finally crossed the double doors into the ICU. Eddie’s heart pounded as the doctor led them over to one of the sliding doors. She opened it, and Eddie couldn't move. He could hear the machines inside, see the edge of the hospital bed. If he turned his head a little, he knew he would see Steve. The doctor walked in and picked up the chart at the foot of the bed. She flipped it open and clicked her pen, writing things down and glancing at monitors.

“Eddie, why don't we go inside?” Jeff suggested softly, his hand on Eddie’s arm. “Steve needs you right now.”

Eddie's feet moved of their own accord, taking slow steps into the room. Jeff followed behind him, closing the door once they were both in the room. He carefully led Eddie over to the chair, giving him a light push on the shoulder to sit him down. As soon as he was close enough, Eddie grabbed Steve’s hand. An instinct he would probably always have. It didn't matter what was going on in his brain. If Steve’s hand was there, Eddie was holding it.

“Is he okay?” the doctor asked gently, nodding to Eddie.

Jeff sighed. “I hope so. This is all really hard on him.”

“How long have they been together?”

Jeff looked up, a little startled. It may have been New York, and queer relationships were a little more accepted than they were just a few years ago, but Steve and Eddie had always been careful. Cautious. They all had. But she was quick to respond before Jeff could even think to redirect.

“It’s okay, really. I know what love looks like. I would look at my partner the same way if something like this ever happened to her.”

“Oh.” Jeff glanced at Eddie, who had his eyes glued to Steve’s hand in his. “Um… it’s been almost eight years now. They’ve been through a lot together.”

She closed the chart and put it back at the end of the bed. She nodded a few times, watching the machines that beeped rhythmically. “I’m going to hold on to hope,” she said softly. “For them. For everyone like us. I can’t say anything for certain; this is all up to Steve. We’re doing everything we can. But I’m holding on to hope.”

“I guess that’s all any of us can do now, isn’t it?”

“I think so.” She cleared her throat and took a step back from the bed, turning to Jeff. “I have other patients to round on, but I’ll be back to check up on everything in a couple of hours. If you guys need anything, just let one of the nurses know.”

“Thank you.”

Silence fell through the room as the doctor left. Jeff took the chair in the corner, letting Eddie have whatever time he needed. He was mostly there for Eddie’s sake; someone had to make sure he would be okay until Wayne got there. Truthfully, they were all out of their depths here. No one really understood what was happening in Eddie’s brain. Not even close to the way Wayne would.

They sat there in total silence for a long time. It's unclear to Eddie just how long, but long enough that Jeff had gotten up four times. Once to get food, once for the bathroom, and twice to hit vending machines and coffee. Not that Eddie accepted anything Jeff offered him. His body still felt wildly disconnected from his brain. His limbs were heavy. He also knows it's been long enough that nurses have come in to check on Steve eight times, and his doctor has been back once. It seems the only thing Eddie’s mind can keep track of is how many times someone has entered or exited Steve’s room in the ICU.

Jeff gets up for a fifth time. Another bathroom break, from the few words Eddie managed to retain. The door slid shut behind him, and Eddie was alone again. He squeezed Steve’s hand three times, desperate for any sign that he's still there. That he's fighting for Eddie. Nothing happens. The machines beep. His chest rises and falls rhythmically with the calculated breaths of the ventilator. Steve’s eyes shift beneath his eyelids, but they don't open. They won't open. The door slid open again, and Eddie assumed Jeff was back, though it seemed like he wasn't gone very long. And then he hears it.

“Oh, God.”

Eddie’s head shot up at the sound of Robin’s shaky voice behind him. She looked wrecked. Her face was blotchy, her eyes puffy and red. There were tear tracks down her cheeks. Wayne was standing beside her, looking somber. He watched her take a rattled breath, crossing the room slowly. Her eyes don't leave Steve. Wayne followed a few moments later, coming to stand behind Eddie and put a hand on his shoulder. Eddie wanted to break. As if he hadn't been slowly breaking this whole time.

“They- they said it was an overdose?” Robin asked softly, her voice cracking at the end. Eddie merely nodded, still trying to find his voice. “What- what happened, Eddie? Was it- was he drugged? How- how did this- did he relapse?”

“Relapse?” Eddie croaked, his voice hoarse from disuse. That didn't make any sense. For Steve to relapse, he would have to be…. “He- he was clean?”

Robin frowned, and her gaze finally found Eddie. “What do you mean he was clean? He's been clean since ‘85, Eddie. I- I helped him, after Starcourt.”

All the air left Eddie’s lungs in an instant. This was all his fault. Steve was- he was clean. Sober. And Eddie ruined that. He gave Steve weed. He brought him on tour. He took him to parties full of temptation. He killed Steve.

“This is all my fault,” he whispered.

“Eddie, you have to tell me what's going on,” Robin begged. “When did he relapse? Why didn't he call me? He promised he would talk to me if he wanted to get high again.”

“I- Oh, God. I didn't know. He- he didn't tell me.” Eddie couldn't breathe. His heart squeezed in his chest, and his lungs pushed the air from his body until there was nothing left. No matter how much he tried, he couldn't get it back. He was already hyperventilating. “This is all my fault. Oh my god, it's all my fault.” He was distantly aware of the tears rolling down his cheeks again.

Wayne stepped between Eddie and Robin, crouching down to look up into his nephew's face. His hands were solid against Eddie’s skin, just like they always were. “Ed, you need to talk to me. Take a breath, kid. I'm right here, but you have to tell me what's going on.”

Eddie’s breath stuttered halfway through his chest. “I didn't know, Wayne.”

“What didn't you know, Eddie?”

“I didn't- I didn't know he was sober. I- I thought I- I was just trying to help. I- I gave him weed. I did this.”

Robin’s expression hardened. “You did this to him?”

“I'm so sorry,” Eddie choked out between sobs. “I didn't- I didn't know. I was just trying to help. And- and then he- I knew he wasn't telling me something, but- but he promised it was just weed.”

“Get out.” Robin’s voice was firm, but he could hear the trembling fear behind it.

“What? I-”

“Get out. Get out, right now. You did this, Eddie. He was doing so good until he met you! And now he's dying! So get the hell out, before I make you!"

It was at this moment that the door opened for Jeff’s return. He paused just inside the doorway. Wayne stood up, facing Robin.

“Now, Robin, I think-”

“I don't care!” Robin’s hands were shaking. “This is his fault! I want him out, right now! Or I swear to God, Wayne, I'm going to kill him.”

Wayne glanced back at Jeff, who was the perfect picture of confusion. “Jeff, take Eddie into the hall.”

“What-”

“Don't ask questions right now,” Wayne said sternly with a shake of his head. “Just take him to the hall. I'll be out in a moment.”

As soon as the door shut behind them, and Jeff had led Eddie a little ways from the room, he finally snapped. His knees gave out from underneath him, and Jeff was the only thing holding him up as he sobbed.

This was all his fault. He killed Steve.

First his mom, now the love of his life. It was all his fault.

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"i'm sure. i promise."

suna rintaro x reader

summary: you're feeling a little insecure about you and rin's relationship. but who could blame you? you're at a party with a bunch of people you don't know and your boyfriend is catching up with an "old friend." that would be fine except for the fact that this so-called "old friend" is his ex and looks like she came out of a magazine.

hurt to comfort so its kinda angsty ig?? but not rly bc my heart can't take it lol

warnings: insecurities, body image, post time skip, mentions of alcohol

a/n: THIS IS MY WORK! TRANSFERRED FROM MY OLD ACC

a/n pt. 2: i wrote this at like 1am bc i woke up and this is low-key inspired by the dream i had hehe bc u should always follow ur dreams 😀👍

this. was. the worst.

to give a brief overview, you were at a club with at least a bajillion people because your boyfriend told you that it would be a "fun new experience." he gave you a kiss on the forehead upon seeing that you were nervous and the two of you walked in together.

now, you were sitting at the bar by yourself watching as another girl flirted with your boyfriend.

you were filled in on the backstory earlier. she went to inarizaki and she and suna dated for their first year and a small part of their second year of high school. she then had to move to the united states (specifically los angeles) and they ended up breaking up.

you had transferred to inarizaki in the middle of your second year, and you and suna started dating 3/4 through your third year, so you had never met her before. your classmates had never mentioned her before either. and when suna introduced you to the girl as his girlfriend, she shot you the nastiest glare before smiling sweetly at your boyfriend.

anyways, one thing led to another, and they got so caught up in chatting that they hadn't noticed how bored you were, nor had they noticed when you silently walked away.

after taking another sip of your drink, you let your eyes wander to the two of them.

a fatal mistake.

she was beautiful. no, stunning. no, show-stopping-looks-like-she-just-stepped-out-of-the-front-page-of-a-magazine-absolute-drop-dead-gorgeous was probably more accurate.

she was wearing a tiny black figure-hugging bodycon dress with a cutout just above her chest that looked amazing on her beautiful hourglass figure. she had platinum blond hair that was pulled up into a long high ponytail, big grey eyes, and shiny, clear skin.

you looked down at your own figure. then at hers. then back at yours. then hers.

though you knew it wouldn't do any good, your mind began to wander.

are these the kinds of girls rin likes?

she's so beautiful.. her waist is so tiny

i wish i could be half as pretty as her

what if rin still likes her?

what if rin doesn't actually love me..?

you knew that you needed to stop. you decided to slip out to get some fresh air.

you sat down on a bench at the park across the street (don't question why a place where children play is directly across from a club. just don't mention it) and inhaled the cool air. you were so relieved to be out of that club. so relieved that your eyelids began to feel heavy.

you awoke to a string of "ping! ping! ping!" rubbing your eyes sleepily, you opened your phone to see who would be texting you so urgently.

rinnie <3: where'd u go

rinnie <3: where r u

rinnie <3: hey bb where'd u go

rinnie <3: bubs?

rinnie <3: hey r u mad at me

rinnie <3: what did i do

rinnie <3: im sorry

rinnie <3: ok srsly where r u

rinnie <3: r u ok

rinnie <3: WHERE R U

rinnie <3: no srsly im actually worried where did u go

rinnie <3: BABE

rinnie <3: WHERE R U

There are 83 more messages from rinnie &lt;3. Click to continue!

oops.

you: sorry babe

rinnie <3: WHERE R U

you: i went outside for some fresh air

you: im at the park across the street

the club doors swing open and see your boyfriend's head furiously whipping around, trying to find you. when he sees you, he sprints over to where you're sitting.

"sorry babe." you apologize. "i didn't mean to worry you." you had never seen him look so frantic before.

"so you mean to say.." he starts before pausing to catch his breath, "that you thought that leaving without telling me and not responding to my texts wouldn't worry me?"

"i'm sorry." you say, before adding on a quick and quiet "to be fair though, you were having such a great time with ms. los angeles model that i didn't think that you would notice."

though it was quiet and muttered under your breath, suna heard it loud and clear. he sighed.

"look, we didn't break up because she was moving. we broke up because i was sick and tired of her nasty attitude. i just didn't want to be rude and say that in front of her. the only thing that's changed about her is that she's learned how to put a smile mask over her disgusting personality. a really phony one that's made out cling wrap with a sharpie smile and a bow."

you giggled slightly at this.

"look," he says softly, lifting up your chin to look you in the eyes. "you're the only one that i love. i promise, ok? you're so beautiful and sweet and it's crazy to me that god finally decided to give me some help and give me a chance with you."

he gave you a small smile.

"i love you, y/n. i love you so, so much."

and with that, he swooped you up in his arms bridal style and started walking.

"WOAH- rin where are we going?"

"home."

"but it'll take a while to walk home from here. shouldn't we just uber like we did here?"

"walking gives me more time to be close to you and talk to you."

"but you'll be walking while simultaneously holding me for a while."

he blinked. "i play professional volleyball. if you think that i can't take a walk home with my girlfriend in my arms, i'd honestly be pretty offended."

"right."

there was a brief moment of silence between the two of you.

"i'm sorry if i made you feel sad today, bubs. i love you so so much and i'll stop at nothing to make sure that you know that."

you smiled softly.

"that's what i like to see." he said, peppering ticklish kisses onto your neck to make you giggle a little.

"rin! stahahap-!" you giggle, trying to scrunch up and protect your neck.

"your laugh and smile are the two most precious things in the world."

you and rin talked the rest of the way home and he kept reminding you of how much he loved you.

when you finally got home, you asked him one final question.

"rin, are you sure that there's no more chemistry going on between you and ms. los angeles model?"

he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"i'm sure. i promise."

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