#shoes my mortal enemy

[sequoiasleeps]

Did @pinetreevillain ‘s 40k DTIYS with my TMNH Donnie because I tried to draw him as a turtle and. Yeah there’s a reason I only draw people whoops

This was really fun though!! The pose and the shoes fucking killed me but overall this is a win. I love drawing characters looking batshit insane I need to do it more often lmao

(I know this is being hosted elsewhere but unfortunately I’m allergic to instagram)

#rise of the tmnt #rottmnt #rottmnt art #rottmnt fanart #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt timothy #rottmnt au #rottmnt human au #dtiys #pines 40k dtiys #rise Timothy #rise donnie #shoes my mortal enemy #thanks for making me draw them tho I need practice #oh yeah also the phone is red because making it green would fuck up the color distribution now that Donnie’s skin is brown

[7origamisheep]

Hi ur art is so pretty ☺️ can u draw papercarm where they r going on a fancy date, dressed up all nice?

theyre going to chilis

cant decide which hair ver for carm is better take both

#carmen sandiego #paper star #papercarm #paper sheep #origamisheep #carmen sandiego x paperstar #carmen x paper star #cs #shoes my mortal enemy #never drawing carmens dresses fabric ever again

[runefactorynonsense]

Spooktober - Day 16 - Siren/Mermaid

Come on in!

#Spooktober #This prompt was either draw my mortal ENEMY in the Siren or the good girl in Pia... so Pia it is! #Rune Factory 3 #RF3 #Rune Factory Pia #RF Pia #Margot's RF Art #I have such a hatred for the Siren that I wasn't gonna go near it. Luckily there's a mermaid sweetie instead #I honestly forgot about her until I saw fanart of her last year. I forgot how precious she was #Though I dunno why Micah was so nervous being accepted when everyone already accepted Pia #Regardless though. A good swim off the shoes of Sharance. Maybe she sees the shadow of someone familiar #and is about to pop up and say hi! #This was basically entirely drawn on a different device - my Microsoft Surface instead of my PC - so it was an interesting challenge #ALSO #HALF WAY POINT. YES

[splatattackz]

hey guys. fun fact i draw. n e way working out egg designs - leonarda edition!

#i cant explain half of this #i just think shes silly #one of my favorites #i triedd to give her traits of both foolish and vegetta but its hard to balance the dragon too #qsmp #qsmp fanart #qsmp leonarda #my art #splatattackz #ignore the shoes drawing shoes is my mortal enemy

[secretlovezz]

Simon with an s/o who has a cat

Prt.2 here! <-

He hates your cat 😭

Their literally mortal enemies it's ridiculous

The cat glares at Simon 24/7 and he stares right back

You finally make it home after a stressful day at work ready to shower and relax. You open the front door and call out, "I'm home!" You get no response. It makes your brows furrow in confusion, having been used to a little furry friend lying on your unused shoes waiting for you to get home or hearing the heavy steps of your boyfriend making his way toward you. But today there was no welcome wagon for you.

Your heart immediately racks in worry the once steady beat of it moving to an unnaturally quick pace. Your hands move faster to remove your shoes and jacket wanting to look for the person and cat that once populated your apartment.

You call out again, "Simon? My Baby?"

"In here, dove." At the sound of your lover's voice, you're on the move heading to where his voice had been most prominent.

When you get to Simon- in the bathroom -he's clad in only a towel water still dripping from his hair and body and condensation on the mirror signifying he's just gotten out of the shower. Then your gaze goes to his face and his eyes aren't on you they're focused on something on the counter.

Your cat.

They're staring at each other both of them refusing to look away from one another. They were barely blinking. Then you realize why Simon's having a glaring contest with your pet, it's because the cat was on his clothes refusing to move out of pure stubbornness.

Suddenly you're glaring at the both of them too, "Are you guys being serious right now? This is getting ridiculous," you tell them and with Simon's response you roll your eyes and walk away.

"Oh, this is deadly serious, love"

Sometimes when Simon walks by your cat it latches onto Simon's leg kicking and biting the shit out of him (your poor boyfriend is just about ready to chuck the cat into outer space)

Your little fur baby definitely steals or tries to steal food from Simon's plates. Simon swears the cat gets stronger when determined to get into his stuff

Simon's cups have been knocked off of tables more often then not being left to clean up a mess that isn't his

Your looking up from your plate of food as soon as you hear grumbles and silverware clanking roughly against a porcelain plate. You smile a little at the sight in front of you. Simon's pushing your cats head back away from his food, while the cat uses all of his strength. Simon's scowl at the animal only gets deeper when he sees you smile at his unfortunate situation.

"You better not be smilin'," He says annoyance clear in his tone.

Now your laughing, a sound simon usually adores, one that makes his body relax, one that makes him feel safe, but now it has him clenching his jaw and has his eyebrows furrowed.

"Make 'im stop," He growls.

You pretent to think about it for a moment, pointer finger tapping your chin in faux thought, "I don't know si... this is thoroughly entertaining. What's in it for me if I help you?" The vein on his arm looked like it might burst at your question.

"If you don't get this dammed cat away from me it's gonna go missin'," you roll your eyes at his dramatics but called your cat to you regardless.

When you cuddle with one of them the other gets sooooo jealous

Simon will literally toss your little baby off the bed

The cat hits and claws for simon to get away from you

(Your constantly having to scold them its like having two children)

These two will argue with each other Simon's voice is stern its how you imagine he talks to new recruits and your cat is meowing loudly at him clearing cussing him tf out

Groggily peeling open your crused eyes open but quickly closing them as the bright morning sun peeked through your bedroom window you start to awaken. You rubbed into your eyes with the back of your fist before opening them again moving to look at the clock on the bedside table.

11:23

You slept in, or really someone let you sleep in because to your right your boyfriend seemed to have long since left the bed leaving the side he usually accompanied empty and cold.

You stretched and groaned the sheets and blankets moved with you weird groans and grunts leaving your yawning mouth as your joints crackled and popped. You sat up in bed still drowsy with sleep barley aware of your surroundings but still you gripped the enormous blanket and wrapped it around yourself as an act to shield the breezy-ness of the winter weather that leaked into your apartment.

Mreeeooow!

Your head whips to the door at the loud sound. Your cat was talkative but he was never very loud about him. This time the usual cute sound was replaced with an almost screech that made you cringe.

You take a deep breath before standing up and making your way to your room door. Once you open it the sounds of your cat get louder and now you can hear Simon too. His voice is booming but isn't loud it's stern and serious but filled with frustration and anger.

As you walk down the hall to the living area your duvet drag behind you on the floor. The floor creaks and groans under your feet alerting the two others in your home. Both their heads snap towards you. Your little baby's ears are pinned back in airplane mode and his pupils are dilated. Your big baby has his nose scrunched and lips downturned into a frown.

Your voice is laced with tiredness and a little deeper than it normally is, "What are you two arguing about this time?" The back of your hand is rubbing one of your eyes again as you speak.

"The little fucker is bein' disrespectful, he's not listenin' to me."

The cat meows loudly in response to Simon seeming trying to say he was lying.

You sigh and move to pick your cat up, he turns to putty in your arms and nuzzles his head against your chin. You walk towards Simon now. Leaning into him and humming contently when he wrapped his arms around you and the little one in your arms pretending to be annoyed but fully relaxing against your body.

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley #cod mw2 x reader #cod x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley x you #simon riley fluff #simon ghost riley fluff

[bebebelll]

does anyone know her dad? daniel ricciardo smau (part 2)

pairing: daniel ricciardo x toto's secret daugther!reader / daniel ricciardo x schumacher & wolff!reader warning: mention of slutshaming note: part one here, part three here, part four here

ynquads never drinking or letting 20+ men into my 2-bedroom place ever again. also yes danny slept on the floor but brought great wine.

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maxverstappen1 who threw up in the hallway? because someone threw up on seven pairs of shoes

alex_albon lando. i saw him drunk dancing out there too landonorris OKAY

username ARE YOU NOT EVEN GOING TO ACKNOWLEDGE THE TOTO WOLFF THING

username they are absolutely fucking username the fuck are your sources bro?

georgerussell63 i would like to apologize for the vase that i broke

logansargeant i will add the sorry for chipping the countertop lewishamilton i took the dog toys for roscoe and i'm not sorry fernandoalo_official i didnt do anything but i would like the recipe for the soup

danielricciardo why would you post just that pic?? i found you sleeping on the kitchen floor in the morning you were not doing any better

ynquads lando stole the sofa, alex slept in the armchair, charles and max were passed out in the tub AND pierre, carlos and yuki were in the bed. i did not have other options at 5 am danielricciardo you shouldve come next to me. we could have cuddled ynquads baby i am literally in your arms right now danielricciardo and i want you with me all the time

username if austin has the whole grid + like four of the old guys get passed out drunk in one small apartment, i cannot wait to see what las vegas does to these men

danielricciardo love you and also am so scared of your dad. we won't need his permission to marry someday right?

tagged: ynquads

liked by ynquads, maxverstappen1 and 593 837 others

username i love the dichotomy of the pajama pics and the hot evening wear

ynquads get you a man who can do both

landonorris like how you're both ignoring sky news and twitter burning down with the rumours

ynquads so...you know how the world of motorsports is super small? you grow up with half the formula 1 grid and idolise the other half. sometimes you grow up being mortal enemies and you both get into f1. sometimes you win the title because your teammate dies. sometimes a 27-years-old toto wolff hooks up with michael schumacher's sister katarina. anyway! Lass uns diese Woche zum Essen gehen, Papa! Viel Glück für Onkel Lewis und George! (let's go out to dinner this week, dad! best of luck to uncle lewis and george!)

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susie_wolff your dad appreciates the first photo a lot! he didn't love the third though

mercedesamgf1 we'll always have a spot and cup of coffee just for you! no need to go to red bull, come home to us ❤️💪(also admin has known this since 2017 and could barely keep their mouth shut so thank you now i can comment)

ynquads mercedes admin really is gods strongest soldier danielricciardo please dont let mercedes just steal you. i need my good luck love charm and kisses ynquads dont worry dan we can romeo & juliet the shit out the red bull v mercedes feud susie_wolff your dad says NO and also do you want to eat salmon on tuesday?

username I FUCKING KNEW IT I CALLED IT I AM THE CONSPIRARY THEORY MASTER I AM GOD

redbullracing sweetheart you don't need to agree to anything. we have red bulls and cake in the hospitality 😅 please stay with us

ynquads what kind of daughter do you think i am? redbullracing we have daniel ynquads you know max and daniel have always been my favourites i could never leave red bull

username yn is 50% schumacher + 50% wolff and daniel 8 wins. imagine the kids they'll get

maxverstappen1 the kid's godfather is also going to have 3 championships danielricciardo 👍

@eternalharry

#formula 1 #f1 x reader #formula 1 x reader #daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo #toto wolff #daniel ricciardo insta au #f1 social media au

[possessedramblings]

Phoebe Spengler Headcanons

NO SPOILERS INCLUDED

Her middle name is Elizabeth.

Her birthday is March 30th of 2008

She's autistic with little understanding of peoples feelings, or even her own.

She tried to keep fireflies as pets when she was little.

She gets along pretty well with Trevor, because Callie worked a lot and he'd take care of her.

Her favorite song is "Slipping Through My Fingers" because Callie used to sing it to her as a lullaby, and Trevor used to play it for her when she'd panic.

She has anxiety, but it's not noticeable because of her "blank" state of emotions.

Her favorite color is teal.

She loves polar bears.

It took her a stupidly long amount of time to learn how to tie her shoes

The first thing she learned to rewire was a toy robot that Trevor had.

She had an interest in antique clocks for a while.

For her tenth birthday, Trevor got her a silly little joke book that she carried around for weeks, until she told every single joke in it.

Her mortal enemy (other than ghosts) is the monkey-bars at any playground ever.

She struggles with her feelings towards people (both romantically and platonically)

She doesn't like hugs from strangers, or touch at all.

It took her five years to warm up to Trevor even holding her hand in public.

She leaves her chessboard out with all its pieces sometimes, hoping that her grandpa will come back and play another game with her.

She hates that she never got to meet Egon while he was alive.

#i'm starting a collection of these #more headcanons on the way #phoebe spengler #ghostbusters afterlife #ghostbusters frozen empire #headcanons

[lizaluvsthis]

The Girl in Fatal Lavenders

Fanfic Written and Illustrated by @lizaluvsthis

Idea of creation by @itsajjanea

Summary: SMG4 has found someone new, much to Three's dismay. He couldn't help it but feel like something is wrong with his new "Girlfriend" and that there is something more going on with her than just being all 'kind' and 'polite' to people, especially with SMG4.

will SMG4 still end up being inlove with the Lavender Girl? or does he end up with Three's open heart

Tags: Enemies to Friends, Sun and Moon, angst, betrayal, catching feelings, comfort, hurt/comfort, drama, enemies to lovers, enemy, fluff, oblivious, slowburn, fruityass, gayness

Relationships:

SMG4/SMG3

Mario & Meggy Spletzer

Meggy & SMG3

SMG4 & Original Character

PuzzleVision(TvAdware) & Original Character

SMG3 & Mario

SMG4 & Mario

Chapter: Prologue...

A month ago…

Down from the hell hold of the monstrous abyss, the flesh and eyes, the wandering of its small parts. Scattering like worms around the floor.

As one of the pieces of rotting flesh makes its way out of the shoes where it happened to appear.

“Why isn’t this quite exciting?” a static audio of the voice played on, whereas he picked up the rotting flesh with his bare gloves. “This shall do with my perfect creation… I’d be dying to see torment with our view… don’t you just love how they suffer?”

TV Adware smiled at the small creation he made, seeing it wiggle out from the pinch of his fingers, he let it go, dropping itself to the ground as he proceedingly stomped at his failed creation.

As it dies and serves up its insides shown.

“Pointless” Adware rubs off the remaining blood from his shoe, scraping it down to the hard and solid ground. He ventured across the remains of each and part of the hell hole in search for a specific object.

The USB…

Searching through the pile of rocks, adware had finally found the missing USB… Thankfully the contents still remain on track and still keep it working.

“If I couldn’t get my hands on reach to the “Content man” then I prefer settling this, with a trick up my sleeve… my fellow friend”

Adware then raised the usb concentrating his power, putting a strong force at the object. The color that was yellow turned to the color of red, switching up to blue.

As it mixed together it formed the glow of lightish purple.

With the usb holding steady in the air, the sides bursted out black ink revealing its form. The black goo is now set free holding itself to the usb.

“My, my little creation. You seemed feisty in your little cage…” the goo shared out whispers in a quiet submerged air.

“This is going to be so… fun…” he smiled, raising both of his hands, pulling out the goo and putting it on its form.

His new creation has now been formed from the goop’s liquid. “I have a mission for you…” he walked around the creation as the goop went inside its mouth.

“Your body is in its human form, tho it wouldn’t last. Temporarily, get us our target little one. His name is SMG4” The creation opened its dead eyes, as Adware gave them the Usb.

“What shall my name be called? Master?” Receiving the usb, she held onto it with a grasp on her left hand bowing down at her creator.

“You will be named- —------” he patted her head.

“Run along creation, you will be starting this…”

The creation looked at the usb, opening her mouth as she swallowed down. Inheriting amounts of content and loads of memes giving its body life.

The dead eyes of hers began to have a sparkle.

“Do not worry master…” adware chuckled, “manners, call me PuzzleVision…”

“I will succeed my duty as a living vessel from this mortal body, and I will give back our target. SMG4…” in her truth of evil, she walked away at PuzzleVision with the devil themself. She smiled.

Seeing a close to broken computer from a feet away, still worked its own power from the software.

With just a little knowledge of memes she had from the computer, they made this as an opportunity to bring SMG4 down.

Logging in from discord, she joins a server located where SMG4 is currently active.

“Welcome to the “House of Memes” Server @----- you’re free to stay in our humble home of meme contents! Please read the #rules and be respectful to everyone, remember to put your intro at #introductions”

They quickly went to the intro channel, typing down the common notes. Name, Age, Hobbies, interests, goals, etc. Sending out the message, surprised for people to get caught up on.

—

7KNightsWrld: YOO @SuperMayroGlitchy4 look at this!

SMG4: Hey there new member! Happy to have you aboard!

—----: thank you.

—

This is a perfect opportunity to talk to the man and convince him.

“I hope you’re prepared for this SMG4…”

The creation hummed from their evil idea, and started to laugh. With SMG4 unaware of what will happen- His life is in its debt.

There is a picture from the media where SMG4 is having a gaming night with the orange haired girl, the red fat man, and next to him was the purple and black.

The goop suddenly recognized the faces during their last encounter with them. “Pathetic.”

They looked at the purple man, with his clear face and red eyes. Over with the beard and the hat.

He was the danger. He is a distraction. “Who would’ve guessed that a person like him could ever love SMG4?” recalling the past where he opened up to save SMG4’s life and risked everything just for him.

“Disgusting.” love is never part of them, pain and hatred ruled over the parts.

-

7KNightsWrld: you’re lucky to be here cause SMG4 said he’s been wanting to find a girlfriend xD

SMG4: KN STFU I’M PUTTING YOU ON MUTE-

@SMG4 set @7KNightsWrld on timeout for 24 hours

-

“Perfect… I’ll be his “wonderful” girlfriend…”

Her eyes turned red, craving out of Four’s wants.

This will be… Interesting…

End of Prologue...

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Next Chapter- 1 New Person, 1 New Goal

[1ST CHAPTER COMPLETED ]

#lizaluv #smg34 #smg4 #smg3 #smg4 smg3 #my fic #tgifl

[vampi-fixx]

cursed

wanderer x reader // genshin impact  700 words // hurt / comfort truly the most self-indulgent thing i’ve written. 

“I think I’m cursed.”

The Wanderer pauses his stride. Looking back, he finds you seated before the bank of Devadaha Pool, staring out at the waters of Sumeru. He frowns, a tad disgruntled that he didn’t sooner that you’d fallen behind. As he approaches you, he notes your position--knees pulled up to your chest, hands clasped over your ankles. Your gaze is fixated on the lily pads floating across the water, your expression inscrutable. 

You look vulnerable.

His mind is racing with possibilities to explain your current state. But then he replays your words. “A curse?” His voice darkens, reminding you all too well of just how dangerous he can be. “Who would dare curse you?”

Your eyes widen, glancing up swiftly. “No! Not that kind of curse. Put that away!” You gesture at his catalyst, which he brought out at the first hint of trouble. Begrudgingly he does so, glancing at you with suspicion.

“Explain,” he demands.

“I just…” Your shoe nudges into the wet soil before you, watching idly as a crab, unearthed, scurries by. The Wanderer catches himself from a cross remark (”Are you intentionally ignoring me?”) when he realizes--you’re hesitating. He crosses his arms over his chest, shifting his weight onto his other leg. He can wait.

“Bad things always seem to happen to me. It’s like I’m a magnet for misfortune,” you say ruefully, toeing the sand once more. 

“It’s hard not to feel dragged down by everything. And… I worry. I worry people tire of me. I worry that my negativity pushes everyone away. That my mood is like a black hole that sucks up all the joy around me. I worry that I’m exhausting everyone I care about,” you finish. Your hand comes up to cradle your chin, gazing thoughtfully at the soil before you. As if it holds the answers to your problems.

Your companion remains quiet. You don’t expect him to say anything, of course. It’s the first time you’ve ever voiced some of the concerns plaguing you. 

To your surprise, he leans down with a huff, sitting next to you on the bank.  His legs crossed, he leans back against his arms, his hands planted firmly into the sand.

“…How foolish. I’m still here, you know.”

“What?”

“You said ‘everyone.’ But I’m still here.”

He gazes out at the waters himself, mulling over your words. He could relate to the feeling, in a way. His life up until this point was defined by betrayal. By his creator, by Dottore, by the boy from Tatarasuna who caved to his human mortality. But Scaramouche fashioned himself as someone who wreaked havoc, rather than had havoc wreaked upon him. Rather than mope over the events that had led him to that point, he preferred to take action.

Revenge.

Those who had caused misfortune to befall him would regret the day they crossed him. That he could assure. 

At least the old him. The Wanderer’s anger had died down to a mere flickering ember. One that could be tempered by contemplation. Or, if that failed, by sending a few vortexes of compressed air towards his enemies, banishing them from his sight. 

But you... You aren’t like him. He glances back at your position. Curled in on yourself, hiding away from the harshness of the world. And he remembers himself once doing so, back when he was a fledgling creation. Before innocent, wide-eyed Kabukimono knew about the cruelty of the world he was thrust into.

His attention drifts back to the waters before you two. Flowing uninterrupted, despite whatever hardships the world threw at it.

“Do not think of yourself as a curse or the cursed. Because if that were true... then my life wouldn’t have turned out for the better after I met you.”

“I will stay by your side,” he says, catching your eye. “After all...” A hint of amusement creeps into his tone. “You can’t curse me if my existence has already been shunned by the gods.”

“But if the time comes where someone dares to spite you… Hmph. Well.” He laughs humorlessly. “They’ll find I’m not quite as forgiving as you.”

It’s as much of a promise as he can offer. To curse at the world that’s cursed you. 

#scaramouche x reader #wanderer x reader #kunikuzushi x reader #genshin x reader #tati writes #truly just outing my shitty mental state at this point LMFAO #scara îs the only mentally ill boo with enough trauma to deal with my BS

[lackofbrains]

i dont really know how to work tumblr posts and im not really a good writer but i wanted to write a velvet x reader story since theres hardly any on here

story info:

its kind of angst but like ends with fluff or whatever its called

so basically you’re like a pop artists along with velvet an veneer, and you’re like almost more famous than them and velvet gets really jealous and starts to hate you, but in the end she realizes she doesnt.

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y/n's POV

"so y/n your new song is at the top of the charts!" the interviewer fred or whatever his name was said, i honestly couldnt care to remember his name. "yeah. im so greatful for everyone who listens to my songs i wouldn't be here without all of you!" i replied directing the last part towards the audience in front of me. they all cheered in response and i smiled a bit, loving the attention and thankful for the fans. "awww, thats so sweet! so we need to know, is there any new songs in the making?" he asked me really prominently on the need part. "welllllll" i drug out my word trying to thing of a good response. i get really awkward and anxious around huge crowds, kind of a bad thing for a pop star but. "i may be working on a new song, look out for teasers on my instagram." im so excited for the new song to release its definitely gonna be one of my best songs yet "okay we'll make sure to check!" he glanced down at his watch, i guess the interview was finally over thank goodness. "well, y/n. looks like our interview is sadly over, it was great having you thanks so much for coming" he said "no, thank you! this was great-" i stood from the comfy sofa i was on "and thank you all for coming!" as i said that the crowd went crazy, mount rageons screaming all over the place. it was kind of overwhelming so i probably walked faster than i needed to off stage, as i got backstage i blew out a sigh of relief, thankful for the opportunity to spread my music but also thankful it was over.

                                velvets POV

"ughhhhhhh" i groaned "i cant stand her and her goody two shoes self, shes so annoyinggggg" i complained to my brother, veneer. "shes not annoying velvet, she seems really nice." he replied to me, i abruptly took my feet off the coffee table they were on and turned to him. did he really just say that to me. "why are you defending our competition!" i basically screached at him, "sorry, velvet. i wasnt lying though, you just like to see the bad in people" he sighed, crossing his arms like the sassy twink he is. "i cant stand you sometimes! its like you want us to be second best." i really did not understand why he was defending someone thats trying to take MY crown. i got up off the couch and walked away from him, i mean yeah she may be nice and pretty but shes trying to take whats mine and that cannot happen."

(time skip to some award show thingy that i just made up bc it helps the plot)

                                y/n's POV

looking around i see so many different singers, some well known, some not as much and probably werent even invited in the first place. as my eyes scan the crowd of celebrities, looking for my friend, f/n, they land on no other than veneer himself, standing with my mortal enemy, velvet. the green haired twins were my competition and i had to beat them. i honestly didnt mind veneer too much, he seemed like a nice guy. velvet on the other hand, i had a totally different opinion on. ever since she basically said my music sucked in an interview of hers, and no i don't just watch all her interviews(yes you do dont lie), i havent liked her, thats an understatement. i cannot STAND velvet.

as i was in my own little word of dislike towards the prettier twin, i didnt notice someone standing right in front of me. i looked up expecting the brown caring eyes of f/n, only to be met with cold blue eyes. i sharply inhaled, to be honest scared out of my mind "y/n!" "what are you doing here?!" the green haired girl shriecked, "i was... invited..?" i replied in a hushed tone, not being able to find my voice. "well you shouldnt of been, your music sucks, and overall you dont deserve any award." she replied, flipping her hair asif i wasnt even there? "okay... well my song on top of the months best pop song chart says otherwise" i said turning around and walking away before she could hear the last part of that, she had really pretty eyes..

"y/n!" i hear from behind me, this time from a more scruffier voice. i turned around recognizing the voice was coming from f/n. "there you are! i was looking for you everywhere." "i saw.. i also saw your run in with the twins. tell me everything!" i groaned at that last bit "no f/n it was scary enough i dont need to repeat it." i replied also turning away from him "attention! all invited pop singers, please make your way to the stage!" 'finally' i thought to myself, ive had to wait an hour and a half through the rock, country andddd rap awards.

im going absolutely insane, why did i have to be seated RIGHT NEXT TO VELVET. its like torture, i could feel her eyes on me for the whole 10 minutes it took to introduce everyone, it was awful, but sort of nice in a way.

(time skip to the actual awards bc im a horrible writer and cannot care enough to try and fill the gap with sappyness)

"andddd the award goes to-" his eyes widened as he read the slip of paper with the award winners name on it "velvet and veneer-" he was interrupted once again only this time not by himself, but by the crowd behind him going crazy "wait!" he said and they all quieted down just enough to hear him, i looked beside me and velvets smile dropped hearing him say that "AND y/n y/ln!" the crowd went even louder this time, i gasped hearing my name "well dont just sit here come get the award..s?" all three of us walked torwards him, i looked to my left towards velvet and she actually smiled at me, and not even a condescending one! we both took the awards, as we walked back to our seats, velvets arm brushed against mine, i got so flustered i had to turn away so she didnt see me blushing. i dont know why i was acting so weird i hated her... right? "congratulations to the winners of this months most amazing pop stars!!" the crowd hadnt stopped yelling yet, i was fidgeting uncomfortably in my seat, picking at my hands, feeling a panic attack coming along, when suddenly i felt a hand on top of my own, locking fingers with me. i was so shocked i didnt even wanna look because i knew the amazingly pink painted nailed hands belonged to.... velvet.

she had held my hand the rest of the show, which in reality was about 10 minutes but felt like hours with her hand in mine, her hands were so soft.

(time skip to like after the show but like not left yet bc thats so unsexy an doesnt fit my amazing plot)

i was standing around the desert table talking to f/n, well it was really him talking about how much i deserved the award and how great my music is. he really knows how to make someone feel special. i looked around for velvet spotting her talking to her brother, i really wanted to speak to her, my "hatred" for her had turned to love in less than 3 hours.

"yeah you were obviously winning the awar-" f/n was cut off mid sentence by the green haired girl that i couldnt get out of my mind "hey y/n can i talk to you?" she asked me, her cold demeanor still up but i felt like there was something under her coldness, i followed her after muttering a quick "sorry" in f/n's direction.

we finally got to a deserted hallway when she finally spoke "are you okay?" she asked, cold demeanor slipping as soon as we were alone "y-yeah why wouldnt i be?" i asked stumbling over my words abit because of the close proximity between us..

velvets POV

her stuttering was kinda cute. "because you seemed like you were gonna pass out, babe" i couldn't catch myself before the pet name slipped out, i guess its out there that i dont reslly hate y/n now. i guess i just didnt like the idea of not being on top, but now that we're both on top its kinda nice. "oh yeah that..." she trailed off, blushing a bit, either from embarrassment or the pet name, probably the latter if we're being honest. "sorry, i just get a bit overwhelmed with thr crowds and loud screaming, which i know is weird since im a pop star- so i basically signed up for this-"y/n" "and they probably saw me too and they think i hate them now- and im gonna lose the award-"y/n" "and im not gonna be able to write music anymore because everyones gonna hate me, and ill have no money- and ill be homeless and-"y/n!" i finally got her attention finally silencing the rambling girl "sorry.." she looked really upset "its okay y/n, you dont need to apologize. you did nothing wrong i promise." i replied tucking a loose strand of hair behind her hair, finally noticing how close we were. "velvet" y/n whispered, as i cupped her cheek "hm?" i hummed leaning in a bit waiting for her to initiate what was about to happen(consent is sexy) "are you sure" she muttered "mhm" and with that she finally closed the gap, her soft lips meeting mine. when we finally seperated we were both panting from the lack of air. "that was..." "great" i finished her sentence. "would you wanna maybe, you know. go out tomorrow?" i asked, still a bit flustered from the kiss. "like a date?" she said teasingly "y-yeah. a date." "of course, what time are you picking me up" she said with a smirk "is 8 good?" "see you at 8 velvs" and with that she gave me one more peck and walked away.

#velvet and veneer #velvet trolls #velvet x reader #trolls

[biggiedraws]

been rewatching bungou stray dogs because the new season is coming out, and i just finished the double black episode...... god. worms in my brain. the way chuuya goes from "im gonna kill you 😡😡" to "dazai! are you okay?? no, you cant die here!" or how dazai makes a suggestion and chuuya brushes him off and hes like "when have i ever been wrong" god they make me violently ill. the way they can speak in code and have a dumb fucking couple nickname...... or the shit like dazai complimenting chuuyas taste in shoes and he goes "really??" and dazais like "nah lol" i hate them i hate them i hate them theyre so affectionate theyre mortal enemies theyre at each others throats they trust each other with their lives i am so so so ill

#bsd #soukoku #i am sooooo normal about them #bungou stray dogs

[charmercharm3r]

Catch 22

LMH, HHJ

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wc: 5.3k

Synopsis: You hurt him so good, Minho doesn't know what he loves more, you or the pain. Part 2 to Water, but could be read as a stand alone.

warnings: smut, explicit sexual content, servicetop!minho, dom!hyunjin, switch!reader, threesome, oral (m and f receiving), cum eating, piv, cream pie, porn with barely any plot, angstyyyyy, moody little snuggles.

A/N: the part 2 probably like 3 people asked for!! Also to celebrate 2,000 followers!! hooray!! thanks for supporting this silly little blog and my silly little works, it's such a fun hobby for me and I'm grateful for everyone that interacts with me or even just silently supports me! enjoy!

Minho knew his way around your apartment too well. He flowed about the place like it was his own. You would know because when you aren’t at home that’s where you’re at. But not with Minho, instead with his roommate, Hyunjin, and it absolutely kills him inside. So he hides in your kitchen, in your bedroom, your living room, wherever you are that Hyunjin isn’t.

He’d been camped out on your couch for the past two nights, made breakfast with whatever he could find before you left for work. It was painfully domestic, hitting much too close to home that it almost made you sick.

Hiding Minho from Hyunjin when you were just friends was easy, if you got caught it wasn’t such a big deal because it was just sex. Now, you were clawing your eyes out at the thought of seeing your boyfriend-that-isn’t-your-boyfriend when his roommate/your mortal enemy confessed his love for you and was living on your sofa.

Nauseous. You feel nauseous.

Smelling the pancakes Minho was cooking made you dry heave when you stepped into the hallway, already dressed for work. Hearing your footsteps, he peaked over his shoulder to greet you. “Morning, beautiful. Hungry?”

“Not really.” Hurriedly you packed your things and hoped that the smell of syrup would leave your nose soon before you really did hurl.

You knew it wasn’t the food’s fault because your stomach gurgled, but no matter what you ate it wouldn’t have stayed down. It was Minho and his incredibly big presence. This wasn’t the Minho you knew. There hasn’t been a single threat tossed your way, no means to poke fun or even remotely tease you, he’d been nothing but disgustingly pleasant.

“Listen,” you said, voice flat. “You need to go home.”

“So I can see you making out with your boyfriend? Ha, no thanks. I’ll stay here.” Minho replied, tossing the frying pan into the sink and leaning against the kitchen counter. From your angle, he looked sexy. Plain white shirt and a pair of boxers while the morning light poured in from the window behind him made Minho seem somewhat… angelic?

Sighing while you slipped on your shoes, “Hyunjin isn’t my–”

“Fucking labels, I don’t care. I’m already sleeping on the couch and haven’t tried to touch you since. Just go, I’ll be here when you get back.” Not an ounce of anger in his tone, only exhaustion.

The tension in your apartment had been thick ever since he came knocking on your door. After the two of you had sex and you’d seen the texts from your pretty, pretty blonde situationship, you regretted every decision you’d ever made up until that point. Minho came out of the shower to find you pacing around the living room in and making a wreck of yourself. He’d tried to easy your worrying, holding you until you stopped shaking and the crying ceased but it didn’t help. You’d left and stayed out to clear your head until morning only to find your entire house spotless and french toast waiting for you on the table. It was never your intention for him to stay, he just did.

“I’m going to tell him.” His head instantly shot up, concern and worry lacing his features.

“Why? Does he need to know?” Minho was quick to rush from the kitchen to where you were standing by the door.

“He does, and I need to tell him. It’s eating me up inside.”

“Okay, but we didn’t do anything wrong, you didn’t do anything wrong. You’re not dating and–”

“It doesn’t matter. He’s my best friend,” slinging your bag over your shoulder, you prepared to walk out when Minho took another step closer.

“And what am I?”

There it was, the question you’d been waiting to slip from his mouth for two whole days. The tone of which he spoke was teetering on the brink of broken, volume soft but his eyes boring into your making it feel super sonic. It didn’t seem like he was going to cry but there was something stewing behind his irises. You couldn’t stop the exasperated sigh from leaving your mouth, coming out a bit stronger than you meant to. 

It was obvious what he wanted you to say. You knew he wanted you to tell him he’s everything to you because you’re everything to him, that without him you wouldn’t know how to breathe, that if you’d lost him you’d fall apart.

And your heart ached that you couldn’t.

“You’re Minho. You’re… my Minho.” He let out a small but shaky breath, lips parting in slight disappointment but even more relief. The words weren’t nearly what he’d imagined, but he’d take it anyway because anything you gave him was just a little taste of what could be.

“Will I still be your Minho after you tell him?”

“If my Minho is the one that sleeps in his own bed, then yeah.” You reached for the knob and he stuck his hand out, covering yours and halting your escape. It was like he was silently begging you for more, more words, more emotion other than sympathy, more of anything because he could never get enough. His skin on yours after being in such close proximity without an ounce of skinship made your cheeks suddenly burn crimson.

“If you tell me you don’t want me, I’ll stop. But I want you… so tell me.”

It hurt to have to leave in the middle of this conversation, but you were late. Work wasn’t another thing you needed to mess up. “Go home. You’ll find out when I do.”

Your lip twitched into a sad smile, unreciprocated. Minho let his hand flop to his side when you twisted the knob and slipped through the door, leaving him with painful parting words.

The hours you spent at work felt like living in a place where the sun never sets, no end in sight. Not that you wanted it to, you were dreading the conversation with Hyunjin. Having to put on a happy face and text him to be at home when you got off work made your stomach churn. Sending him another message you were on your way, his response was heavy on your heart.

>> I’ve been waiting all day! Can’t wait to see you

It was like you suddenly teleported to his front door, the trip over had gone by in the blink of an eye. The entire day seemed to go by in a haze, but now that there was only one thing between you and the reason for your anxiety, it became much too real.

You raised your hand to knock, but before it could come down the door swung open. Hyunjin’s hair was sticking up in all different directions as though it was being tugged at– you would know. There was a blush across his cheeks, more red than pink, and ears to match. His eyebrows were knit together in a furrow, instantly softening as soon as he laid eyes on your tired, distraught face. “Hey,” you said softly. Hyunjin didn’t respond as he took a small step to the side to reveal his roommate standing behind him.

Minho’s eyes were glued to the floor, hands in his pockets frozen still. You looked back and forth between the two men, unsure of what the fuck was happening. “Is something–”

“No, there’s nothing. Come in,” Hyunjin cut you off before you’d even started, moving further aside to let you through. Hesitantly, you entered, keeping a confused eye on the brunette who found the floor to be much more interesting than your presence.

The shutting of the door behind you made you jump slightly, tensing when a warm hand was placed on the small of your back and guided you further in. You looked behind you to see Hyunjin’s kind smile. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary besides Minho’s uneasiness.

“We were just talking,” Hyunjin spoke, keeping a hand on your hip as you set down your bag. “Weren’t we, hyung?” Minho mumbled in agreement in no particular direction, avoiding both of you now.

“I’m very confused right now,” you said honestly, glare darting from roommate to roommate.

“Actually, me too. Enlighten us, Minho. Why don’t you tell Y/N what you told me?”

The leaving of his hand on your back caused you to turn back and watch as Hyunjin fell into the couch, taking up the entire space by laying his arms over the back of it and manspreading, his head tilting to the side and eyeing the brunette.

You gazed at Minho again, raising an eyebrow. When he didn’t say anything, Hyunjin urged him, “c’mon, you were pretty vocal a few seconds ago. What happened?”

“She happened,” the brunette’s head finally raised, only glancing over your figure and looking over your shoulder at the blonde.

“I’m right here,” you waved your hand, letting it smack your thigh in emphasis.

Hyunjin laughed, “believe us, we know, pretty. You’re fucking everywhere.” His eyes bored into you— through you and towards his roommate whose chest puffed at the words. 

The two were in a silent stare down, speaking to one another through intense gazes that you couldn’t seem to read. The only sound in the room was your feet padding along the floor to constantly turn between them in confusion. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I know I never asked to be your boyfriend but I didn’t think it meant we were in an open relationship.” The blonde let out an unamused chuckle, standing and coming towards you. You looked up at him with wide eyes, estranged by the pair’s behavior and even more why Minho hasn’t left now that Hyunjin’s hands were taking hold of your hips.

He gently tipped your chin higher and peered down at you with a sickly sweet smile. The hand on your hip pulled you in closer until your fronts touched, chest to chest and it gripped tighter. Hyunjin caressed your cheek, pushing your hair behind your ear and leaning down to whisper, “Don’t stress, baby. I’m not mad… at you.”

Talk about shock factor, you were rendered entirely speechless. And breathless. And mindless now that your dirty laundry was being aired out. Neither of them said anything truly defining about the situation, which made it all the worse because you were tip toeing on eggshells hoping that you were thinking the same thing that they were, praying the wrong information wouldn’t slip.

You managed to turn in Hyunjin’s firm embrace, now facing the brunette that has barely spoken two words since your arrival.

“You told him?”

Minho looked at you through his fringe, head still hanging low in guilt. Did he feel sorry? Sure, but more for the timing of it all rather than the people it affected. He told himself he’d have you one way or another. It was just an unfortunate turn of events that Hyunjin had the same idea. 

“I had to.”

“After I said I needed to be the one to tell him?”

“It doesn’t matter now.”

“Like hell! Hyune,” spinning back around, Hyunjin dug his fingers deeper into your hip. He didn’t seem affected much by the conversation, but rather amused by it. “I was going to tell you today but this fuckwit beat me to it.”

“I already knew, sweetheart. Neither of you are very quiet,” he cooed, pinching your cheek much too teasingly for the atmosphere. “I’m just upset he got to play with you before I did.”

All the air in the room suddenly dissipated, not a single ounce of oxygen was going into your body as it felt like someone just sucker punched it all out of you. Given the absurd circumstances you probably shouldn’t have kept quiet. It wasn’t like you and Hyunjin had never been intimate before, there had been many late nights of helping one another relieve the ache, but you’d never gone all the way. Of all the times for your smart mouth to not be running, why did it have to be now? Why couldn’t you have just told Hyunjin the parts his roommate left out? Why was it all coming back to bite you in the ass after you decided to finally do the right thing for once?

“Wanna know what we were talking about before you came, sweets?” Hyunjin leaned forward, pressing his lips to the shell of your ear. You couldn’t see it, but you assumed he was looking at Minho, feeling the blonde’s hot breath making your skin raise goosebumps. When you didn’t answer, he continued, “Minho suggested I share you.”

Your body shivered from your spine down to your toes, “what?”

Hands pulled you tight against his body, chest to chest with no room in between, Hyunjin grazed his lips over your cheek. “I thought he was crazy. But you two are more than well acquainted. I think,” his fingers threaded through your hair and with just enough pressure, tugged and exposed your neck. Hyunjin’s lips found haven there, “I can have some fun. What do you think, baby?” A moan slipping from your mouth had him pulling away to look into your eyes, searching for any sign that you didn’t want this.

Hyunjin was offering something that was just as bad as drugs if not worse, just as addictive, just as lethal, but so painfully good that resisting felt impossible. He’d already said he wasn’t mad at you, and you believed him, but you feared what his words and his offer meant for the brunette, who still hadn’t moved from his spot across the room. There were so many things left unsaid, important things that could make or break your not-so-relationship with Hyunjin and your fucked up situationship with Minho. Dealing with the aftermath didn’t seem very appealing, so you stared at the blonde with confusion. “Hyune, what exactly are you saying? Because if it’s what I think–”

“It’s exactly what you think. I know what I want, Minho knows what he wants. What do you want?”

It felt like someone was playing pingpong with your eyeballs, darting between Hyunjin’s own stare and his plush lips that glistened when he swiped his tongue over it. Just looking at him, only him, you didn’t think to consider it. It was a test, you knew that, one you didn’t know if there was a right answer to. “I… I want–” you made another mistake, looking over your shoulder to see Minho boring straight into your eyes now, desperate to hear what you decide.

Hesitating in opening your mouth to finish, Minho’s gaze turned from anguished to relaxed in the split second you stuttered. He sighed, unimpressed and feigning defeat, then looked to his roommate, “I owe you twenty bucks.”

A deep chuckle resounded from within Hyunjin’s chest as you twisted to him again, even more confused than before. But the confusion was quickly wiped from your overwhelming emotional state when Hyunjin’s lips found yours, crashing but delicate in the way he held you. Slotting against one another so easily, comfortably, you almost forgot about the other body in the room. As the blonde’s hands slipped into yours and held them sweetly, another pair softly ran over your hips. The second touch made you jump, but the feeling of familiar lips on your neck made you relax into the touch. Minho didn’t do anything but press kisses to the junction of your shoulder, hands not moving besides gripping tighter. “Tell us to stop,” he whispered, so softly you weren’t sure even Hyunjin, who still hadn’t detached from your lips, could hear.

You didn’t. You couldn’t. The two of them doing nothing but kissing you was already working you into a frenzy, one that you knew was going to be detrimental. But like drugs, in this moment, the high was going to be worth the painful withdrawal.

Hyunjin pulled away much too soon, you whined and followed for more. “Cute. One boyfriend not enough for you?” The shake of your head made Minho nibble into your skin, teething and already leaving marks. “Of course not. That’s okay, we’ll take good care of you. Won’t we, hyung?” Fingers maneuvered your head to look at Minho over your shoulder, who smirked deviously.

“Mhm, I always take good care of you, pretty.”

Breath hitching, Minho released you and began to walk in the direction of the bedrooms. You were left in a daze, unsure of what to do as you looked at the blonde again. “C’mon baby,” Hyunjin kissed you again, taking your hand and leading you down the hallway.

This didn’t feel real, two of the hottest men you knew leading you to one bedroom, stripping you naked before either of them were and ogling you like the last thing they’d ever see. Hyunjin was practically drooling while Minho seemed as though he wanted to devour you whole, eyes narrowing as the blonde assisted in laying you back onto his bed. When you were spread out on display, the roommates stood next to and eyed one another. Sitting up on your elbows, you spoke your first coherent sentence in minutes, “would you rather fuck each other or..?”

Hyunjin chuckled and side-eyed Minho, “ha, not particularly, sweets. But I’m not fucking you tonight.” Minho turned to him confused as well, raising an intrigued eyebrow, “you’re not?”

“No,” he began to unbutton his top, slowly, tauntingly revealing the pale skin of his chest, “I said I wasn’t mad, but that doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt my feelings.” You couldn’t stop from following his nimble fingers as they undid each button, torn between watching them or drooling over his toned abs instead. Hyunjin smirked, “you’re staring.”

“Mhm,” you smiled back, teething at your bottom lip and ignoring the heat between your legs. From over the blonde’s shoulder, Minho was copying his actions, stripping his shirt and unbuckling his pants, causing your attention to shift from one roommate to the other. Hyunjin quickly kneeled on the bed between your legs, grabbing your chin and forcing you to face him, “eyes on me, sweetheart.”

You couldn’t tell what you were more turned on by, Hyunjin’s sudden possessiveness or the fact that Minho was loving it just as much. Hyunjin crawled over you, pinning you to the bed as he connected his lips to yours sweetly. It was completely distracting, as if that was his plan, feeling his weight shift to your side without disconnecting. You didn’t expect the second pair of hands on you to suddenly trace up the insides of your thighs. If Hyunjin wasn’t cupping your cheeks you would’ve suspected he’d grown a second pair of hands. But you pulled away for a split second to look between your legs, seeing Minho already staring back. He’d lewdly stuck his tongue out and traced a circle around your clit when Hyunjin was guiding your attention back onto him. 

They were competing in a silent competition, one you didn’t mind being a pawn in– at least, you didn’t mind right now. Hyunjin was slipping his tongue into your mouth and carding his fingers through your hair while Minho was working you up further, alternating between sucking at your clit and dipping his tongue into your entrance. At this point, you didn’t know who you were moaning for, just that the blonde was swallowing each and every one of them.

Head foggy and uncaring of the way your hips canted into Minho’s mouth, tugging Hyunjin in by the collar of his shirt that was on the verge of coming off entirely, your orgasm was practically delivered to you on a silver platter and you finished all over the brunette’s face. The three of your faces were covered in varying fluids; sweat, spit, arousal, and all of the above.

You couldn’t wait to strip Hyunjin of the rest of his clothes, almost ripping it off his body while pulling Minho in by wrapping your ankles around his torso as he sat up and tugging him in. They both chuckled at your eagerness, complying much too easily. It felt almost suspicious how smoothly this was going. But by the time they’d both stripped, the suspicion was quickly overridden by lust.

Minho was usually rather good at taking orders from you, it was entertaining to watch him listen to Hyunjin as well. Honestly, you didn’t expect Minho to listen at all considering how their friendship dynamic generally worked. Hyunjin’s tone wasn’t nearly as domineering as yours was when you spoke to the brunette, but he complied with minimal argument, “stay there,” he’d told him. Hyunjin stood and came to the head of the bed, turning to you, “on all fours, sweetheart.”

It was the first time Minho had seen you listen to anyone else, he got more and more excited seeing you be obedient. You scoot towards him and unabashedly eyed him up and down, lingering a bit longer on his throbbing cock that leaked with precum, making a small show just for him by licking your lips before flipping and facing Hyunjin again. The blonde sat against the headboard, spreading his legs and lazily tugging his dick. He always did have a pretty cock, something you reminded him of whenever the two of you did have those kinds of late nights.

You settled ass up, face down, looking up at Hyunjin for further instruction. You hadn’t realized you were wiggling your pussy in front of Minho until he grabbed your hips to stop them. He tapped his cock against your cunt, lewd wetness echoing in the hot room. Hyunjin reached down to caress your cheek with his freehand, thumbing at your lips with a sly smile. “Such pretty lips. Right, hyung?”

Hyunjin looked at his roommate, who’s eyes were glued to your puffy pussy, “mhm. So pretty.”

He tapped the head of his cock against your lips as his own parted to speak again, “I think he likes what’s between your legs more, sweets. That’s why the lips on your gorgeous face belong to me, hm?” His precum was smearing against your skin before you could reply, tasting the bitter saltiness. You whined as the head of Minho’s cock caught in your entrance, head so fuzzy with so many different feelings.

Neither you or Minho truly caught the intention behind Hyunjin’s words, he was pinching your cheeks and sinking your head onto his cock before it could process. The brunette followed his roommate’s motions, pushing into your pussy with ease. Being filled on both ends made your eyes roll back and zoom out of focus, until Hyujin pinched your cheeks tighter, feeling his dick beneath his fingers through your skin. Your walls clenched as your cheeks were forcefully hollowed, the two moaning almost in sync at the simultaneous actions. Minho started moving out of habit, slowly thrusting in and out as the younger’s big hands laced into the back of your hair. You were guided up and down the length of Hyunjin’s dick, mouth filling with saliva that dripped down his balls and making everything that much more wet.

“So good with your mouth, would never have believed it could be so filthy,” Hyunjin groaned, forcing you to take more of him and gagging. As Minho’s hips picked up speed, the blonde tugged you off entirely only to connect his lips to yours. You bounced against him, loving the familiar feeling of the tip of Minho’s cock hitting the soft spot inside you. It made you whimper louder, clumsily kissing Hyunjin back with tongues slipping and sliding. Everything was just so messy, perhaps you were a bit too enthusiastic to feel the weight of your not-so-boyfriend’s cock in your mouth again, removing yourself from his lips to dip back down and take him again.

“Fuck,” Hyunjin heavily breathed, “kisses and sucks cock like a fucking pornstar.” You shivered at the backhanded praise, loving it. Minho hunched over, wrapping his arms around your torso and kissing the expanse of your back. “Nuh uh, watch her, hyung. Don’t you wanna see what her pretty lips can do?”

“I know what her mouth can do,” the older retorted quickly, but followed the command nonetheless. Minho kept a firm grip on your hips but slowed his pace, thrusting short but powerfully and with mindful purpose. Each pound made you jolt forward and take more of his roommate’s cock, hitting the back of your throat and gagging each time. The sloppy slurping made Hyunjin shiver, already satisfied just by his friend’s response.

“‘M sure you do, you’ve had lots of practice. But they look even cuter around my cock. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?” Hyunjin suddenly shoved your head down and your nose pressed to his pelvis, repeatedly gagging around him. Your muffled humming agreement made the younger smile spitefully up at the other man. “Yeah, can’t get enough. You treat my dick like it’s a fucking lollipop.”

In the moment, Hyunjin running his mouth like it was on a treadmill and Minho stuffing you so well, you felt like you were floating, even if your eyes were starting to water. “Look at that, hyung. We made the selfish baby cry.” The younger swiped away the tears with his fingers, then held the same hand over your shoulder. Not that you could see– or that he wanted you to see– but Minho took his friend’s fingers into his mouth and sucked your tears from his skin. Hyunjin didn’t even verbally tell him to, Minho did that all on his own.

He doesn’t know why he did, maybe because this entire time, all Minho wanted was to feel your lips on his. He wanted it more than he wanted to cum, which was a lot. His body was betraying him and rutting into you with need, though, watching you take cock in your mouth with such desperation, like if you didn’t have it you’d drop dead. Minho knew that feeling because it’s the same thing he felt the night he got to kiss you for the first time. He also knew the face you were making, eyes big and blown wide, because you’ve made that face when you went down on him. But you’d never cried before with him, not like the presumed way you were now. Minho could see your tears on his roommate’s hand, continuously pouring from your eyes as the blonde kept a large palm cupping your cheek.

Hyunjin seemed unaffected by both his cock in your mouth and the tears still streaming down your face. In his head, he was loving it. He loved that you couldn’t keep your hands or mouth off of him, that even though you were taking a mean pounding from the back most of your focus was on pleasing him. Hyunjin’s head fell back against the headboard, eyeing his roommate through his lashes with a deliriously victorious smile.

Body tired, jaw sore, you weren’t sure how much more you could take. But still, you shivered when you felt Hyunjin’s cock twitch against your tongue. Mouth full, you mumbled. “Hm? What was that, sweets?” Hyunjin pried you up by your hair and you gasped for air, “wanna cum.”

The whine in your voice was like a plea for mercy, to finish you and leave nothing left. That’s what Hyunjin thought. “You heard her, hyung.”

You took hold of the cock in front of your face and twisted your wrist, looking at the blonde with watery eyes, “want your cum, too.” Hyunjin just hummed and guided you back down, kissing the top of your head and nodding at his roommate in a final command.

Minho almost whimpered when your walls suddenly suffocated his length, realizing the reaction was because of the simple peck Hyunjin left you with. You wanted more, more from him, more of him, so much so that even though you were filled with Minho, there was only one person you were truly seeing. But you hugged his dick so well and fit him like a puzzle piece, even though Minho couldn’t understand you right now, his single advantage over the other man was that he knew he could give you one thing.

Fingers collected the dripping arousal from where your and Minho’s bodies connected and brought the slick covered digits to your clit, circling it with practices, perfected pressure. You were teetering so close, but you shoved the feeling down and sucked harder on Hyunjin’s cock, tonguing more at the head and drawing out more moans from the blonde. His stomach was contracting, hips rutting up into your mouth until both his hands tangled in your hair and held you in place. Hyunjin used your mouth like just a hole, thrusting up until he reached the final few seconds, and his hips dropped to the bed and forced your nose to his pelvis one last time, milking himself dry. The warmth of his seed shot down your throat and you were forced to take every last drop, but there was so much, it seeped out the corners of your mouth. Attempting to swallow what you could with his cock still in your mouth, Hyunjin groaned in overstimulation, but took it proudly seeing as it didn’t seem like you wanted to let him go even after he’d finished.

You kept the tip of his cock in your mouth as Minho continued to pound into you, just the weight of it on your tongue somehow comforting. Minho knew how to get you to break like the back of his hand. He’d done it so many times before and he probably should have kept you on edge just a little bit longer, made you beg for him to make you cum because the way Hyunjin looked at you annoyed the fuck out of him. You should be begging him, why weren’t you?

Minho worked your clit harder, tighter until your walls pulsed rhythmically around him and finally, you came a second time. Your orgasm drew Minho’s out as well, filling you to the brim with his cum and you suddenly felt suffocated in white hot heat.

Your body fell forward into Hyunjin’s lap, both men reaching to catch you and lay you gently onto the bed. You weren’t sure whose hands were where as your eyes shut, someone rolling you onto your back while the other wiped your hair from your sweaty face.

The two men looked at each other, neither saying a word, only getting up and splitting into the bathroom and the kitchen to gather various things. Someone cleaned you up and someone made you drink water, everything felt like a blur. You had fallen unconscious for a few moments, and in those moments, Hyunjin and Minho exchanged nothing but agreeing looks. Nothing could be done about the elephant in the room if the most important party was asleep.

So when everyone was decently clean, Hyunjin climbed into his bed next to you and your arms unconsciously wrapped around his torso. The blonde looked at Minho who stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, “you owe me twenty bucks,” and nodded to the empty space behind you.

He didn’t know what to do, just that he wanted to hold you so badly, even if you weren’t holding him back. Minho, exhausted physically and mentally, got into Hyunjin’s bed and hid his face into the back of your neck, tiredly kissing the warm skin until your scent was all he could smell. He ignored the sound of Hyunjin kissing you, hoping and praying you weren’t kissing him back.

Feeling heat encase you on both sides made you stir awake just a little, enough to know you were sandwiched between the two men who made you so incredibly dizzy. Eyes blinking open enough to catch the blonde hair in front of your face, you shifted to lay your arm beneath Hyunjin’s neck while the other reached behind you to find Minho’s leg, draping it over your hip. A soft peck was placed against your lips, too deep into sleep to reciprocate but appreciated anyway. There, you fell asleep, hoping that you could wake up in your own bed and it all would have been a sick, twisted dream.

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tags: @sensitiveandhungry @babebatter @aliferousminho @changbinluvr @epiphanynaffit @fawnpeaks @linovely @dumplinbokkieracha @finnydraws @naturules

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[quinloki]

Smoker - Bitter-Sweet

Requestor: @smokersbaby Reader Vibes Requested: AFAB she/her CW: Smoker lost his memory, reader had a BAD time with marines, no details, implied nondescript violence, angst.

The vacant expression on his face was concerning. Even as his brown eyes came into focus, you understood that something was wrong. He was angry, but he wasn’t reaching for his weapon.

Smoker had taken a beating, nearly paying the ultimate price for it. His men were scattered, the girl with the glasses who was always with him was no where to be seen. You’d made a completely crazy decision and had intervened.

Gotten between him and someone strong enough to have beat him so senseless. It had taken every gadget and trick you knew to escape, especially while carrying someone nearly twice your size.

Fear alone, sheer desperation, had powered your muscles and you had gotten him somewhere safe. Somewhere that you could tend to him as best as you were able.

It was a death of a thousand cuts, and nothing was mortally deep. You cleaned, stitched, sterilized, and bandaged everything you could. Once you were done you’d gotten him as comfortable as you could and fell asleep on the floor beside him.

A soft groan had woken you up, and you were relieved to see him coming around. Doubly relieved to see he wasn’t running a fever. If something had infected, or if he hadn’t woken up on his own, you didn’t know what you were going to do.

Now, however, you had a new problem.

“What happened?” He questions groggily, grunting a little as he sits upright.

“You were, uh, injured.” You begin, both of you looking at the bandages dotted over his body. “I did what I could and here we are.”

“You did this?”

You nod. “The nature of your wounds limited my options, so this was the best I could do. I didn’t want to risk a hospital.”

“… Your being vague on the details.” He points out.

“What… do you remember?”

He scowls a little, looking around and grabbing his jacket. He looks over the blood stains for a long moment before pulling a couple cigars free and lighting them.

“My name’s Smoker, I’m a marine. I have a devil fruit, and I just made captain.” He recites, filling the room with smoke and relaxing a little. “But my bars are scuffed and worn, like I’ve been captain for a good long while.”

“Long as I’ve known you.” You agree, pulling up a stool and sitting down nearby. “And I’ve known you,” you pause and consider it. “Three years now, give or take a week.”

“So I’ve lost that much time then.” He grumbles the words, chewing on the cigars thoughtfully.

“Mm, but hey, you remember your name and your job, that’s good.” You say.

“… You… sound sad.” He says carefully, eyes turned toward you. You feel yourself flinch a little but you shrug.

“Maybe a little.” You don’t see a reason to lie. You’ve been painfully honest with him for years at this point, no reason to stop now. “We’re not enemies, but… we’re not friends.

“I don’t know,” you mutter the words, eyes shifting to the floor as your mind wanders across three years of memories. “It’d be nice.”

“To be friends?” He prompts and you laugh.

“It’d be closer that way, wouldn’t it?” You say it sardonically, biting back the pain twisting in your chest. “Ah, but it is what it is.”

“We’re friends enough that you saved me.” He points out.

You snort, it’s more derisive than you mean, and so you get up and and go to pull your shoes on. “You’re stable, it’s been hours. You wanna look for a marine girl with dark hair and glasses-.”

“Tashigi.” He says, and you nearly bite through your lip. An ugly feeling curls around your heart.

“… Yeah. Her.” You grimace at the unintended venom. It wasn’t Tashigi’s fault he could remember her. “She’ll probably yell your name halfway across the town square when she sees you.”

There’s silence as you lace up one boot, and then the other. A soft shift of air moves over you and you can feel and smell the plume of cigar smoke that fills the room a little more than before.

“I’ll listen to you.” He says the words with such surety and weight you turn to look at him. He’s sitting on the bed facing you, but not looking at you. He takes another slow drag and lets more of the sweet scent of smoke into the room. “For saving me.” He clarifies, finally looking at you.

“Listen… to me?” You question, not entirely sure you know what he means.

“You’ve got something you want to say. I don’t know what it is, or why you want to say it,” he admits. “But I’ll listen.”

The words freeze you in place for a long moment. You could say everything. You could. There was no reason to keep them to yourself. Especially not now.

Not when you had permission.

But.

“It wouldn’t be fair.” You say eventually, sighing and looking away. “You don’t remember, or you wouldn’t offer.”

“Doesn’t matter.” He asserts. “What I owe you, this is the least-.”

“IT’S NOT!” You interrupt, clenching your fists and trying to calm yourself down. “It’s not… fair.” You repeat.

You breathe in deep, letting it out slowly as you look up at the ceiling. Bitter tears and equally bitter clipped laughs escape you.

“Marines razed my hometown.” You say, gaze still pointed upward. “Marines. Not pirates. Took everything. Women, supplies, kids. Murdered people in the streets. Set buildings on fire, tore fields to pieces.” You breathe in deeply again, looking down and matching his gaze. It was the same stern face you knew, but you could see rage at the edges.

“Those left behind almost died, but a passing pirate vessel docked. We figured that was the end, but they brought supplies, food, blankets. Set the fields right, built up a few houses. Not much,” you sigh. “But more than any marine ever did.” You bite the word marine hard enough you can feel it bleed in your mouth, but Smoker doesn’t even flinch.

“I’m not a pirate.” You say after a moment, the rage and anger leaving you, quickly replaced by the same bitter feeling you’ve been carrying with you for almost three years. “But why did you have to be a marine?” You can feel tears stinging your eyes, but the gates are open, and there’s no stopping you. “Why? Why did you have to be a marine! Why did they do that? Why did they leave me with this anger? To meet you later? To love you almost the moment I saw you and heard your voice?

“What good does it do me now?

“What good does it do you to know?” You question, flinching when you look up and realize he’s right in front of you.

You step back and he grabs your wrist. The hitch in your movement from the action is enough, and your eyes focus on his. He lets the cigars fall and they turn to smoke, swirling into the haze of the room.

When he speaks, the words are slow. Soft. Carefully chosen and left to slip gently from his tongue.

“Ever since I woke up,” he begins, fingers slipping between yours as he lets go of your wrist. “I’ve wanted to kiss you.” His fingers slip to the ends of yours and he lets your hand slip away. “Have we?”

You can barely her him over your own heart, but you shake your head. “Not in this life, no.” Your words are scarcely a whisper, displacing only the smallest wisps of smoke around you.

“Then… may I?”

You tilt your head up as he leans down, a gentle shift of smoke against your skin. A soft caress, a tender feeling, and the sweet understanding that it’s more than just your lips that meet. A little more than just his fingers against the nape of your neck.

A sweet caress that mingles with the parting of your lips. Wet, warm, searching. Committing the shape your heart beat makes against the smoke in the air. Nothing existed but the room, the haze, and the sensations of your fingers swirling through him.

From one sweet moment, to the next.

You walk away from your safe house, as it’s no longer a viable option in this port, and disappear into the crowd. He watches you, memories sparking at the edges of his mind, still unconvinced you don’t have a devil fruit of some kind.

It was the only way to explain how you could disappear into a crowd so easily, while your lips were still wrapped around his heart.

#Forget Me Not Event 2024 #reader insert #x reader #amnesia #one piece fanfiction #request event #angst #Smoker one piece

[corvidcrybaby]

Say, after reading your last commentary on Integra, now I need your POV on something I've been wondering.

What do you think will happen to Hellsing once Integra dies? To Alucard and Seras? Integra has expressed no interest in having children, and since she wants to avoid becoming a vampire, we know she won't be alive forever. Does she have a plan for that?

Hi! Omg so sorry to take so long to get to answering this, life has been insane on my end.

To answer your question, I'd wager there's a plan in place. Whether it pans out according to Integra's expectations or not is what remains to be seen. Integra mentions that the Organization will be passed over to the general military once she passes, and the Crown will thus assume direct control of the agency and its vampires. I'm willing to bet good money that the sigils that bind Alucard and Seras could potentially be transferred. If they are, then they'll keep up their job as the UK's resident vampire pest control until something extreme happens to break that bond of servitude. The nature of these sigils is unfortunately never explored fully, nor how they work, which leaves us with naught but speculation. However, this is my educated guess at how they probably work.

On the other hand, let's entertain the more interesting prospect of if those sigils are less malleable than we think, and it becomes impossible to bend Alucard and Seras to the will of someone else. From there? If the British military effectively has to try to keep these two under control through... What, good will? Threat of force? Both ideas are ultimately laughable. If that is the case, then I think Alucard is going to assess the inheritor's character and convictions. If he finds Integra's replacement to be unworthy, and there are no magic spells forcing him to play nice, then I think he probably peaces out to take a nice long nap. I think he probably goes into hibernation after Integra's passing - which, mind you, I think he'll be destitute following. It would be hard to read from him, but he holds Integra in high esteem, and went out of his way to return to her after Schroödinger-gate. That shows a high degree of loyalty, and I think Alucard would be laying low for a minute. After he wakes up, however, is when I suspect he might piss off into the unknown, wandering around the world - perhaps in search of interesting people to meddle with the lives of, secretly hoping he'll find the next Anderson, the next Integra, et cetera. I suspect he'll probably go right back to eating people, though. I'd put money on him perhaps being a bit more Punisher-esque on the humans he kills for food than before, since he has hinted at the idea of humans rubbing off on him in the series before. So less the kind of guy who devours the most innocent and defenseless people imaginable, and more likely he interferes with mortal affairs that he can justify to himself are morally bankrupt so he has a steady supply of enemies to destroy and humans to feed on. I don't see him turning all of England into a necrotizing wasteland with him at the head. I think that would beneath his interest by now. I think harassing and stalking people he deems unique or entertaining would occupy much of his time post-hibernation.

Seras, however, is interesting. I suspect Seras would stick around at Hellsing of her own volition, and would continue aiding Britain in its cause to protect people and slay undead monsters. That's what she became the person she is while doing, and I think with or without Alucard, she'll keep on generally being a goody two-shoes. But I think even she would grow weary of it eventually. With Integra gone, I think it becomes less and less like the home Seras "grew up" in - and if the new commanders are inept, then I think eventually Seras would reach a breaking point where she too, might go rogue. She might tag along with Alucard for a while, and I'd wager they keep regular contact and check in with one another on a semi-frequent basis (which, for vampires, might mean catching up once a decade or some shit). Seras is her own independent person, especially after accepting her vampirism and drinking blood to become autonomous as Alucard always urged her to be. But just as that's true, I feel their relationship was always one of Seras, despite everything, wanting to remain by Alucard's side. Their relationship would no doubt shift, and I suspect they might grow more reserved with one another, but I think they might find a new kind of emotional intimacy with one another - not romantic (I like Aluseras from time to time but this is my baseline read), to be clear, but I think Seras has the vampire equivalent of her late-twenties-development after Teggy passes. And from there? Anybody's game, but I think she keeps on bumping off rogue vampires - although I think with time, it might become more territorial than altruistic in how she carries herself. Less general heroics talk and more like, a vigilante warden type of dealio. She might come to see Britain as HER TERRITORY which would spell doom for any foreign vampires thinking they can feed on "her" humans. I think time as a vampire makes everybody go a little dark, but this is still pretty tame. It's Seras, after all. She'll flay you to ribbons but only if you really, REALLY press her.

Thanks so much for the ask!!!

#hellsing #hellsing fandom #hellsing ultimate #hellsing headcanons #my headcanons #ask box #alucard #seras victoria #sir integra

[rpmemes-galore]

random, unhinged dialogue ... sentence starters

“You ever think about frogs?”

“I laugh like a Batman villain.”

“I want to ride a capybara into battle.”

“Rehydrate me with the tears of my enemies.”

“I want to punch someone under the full moon.”

“I will fistfight my own body in a dimly lit parking lot.”

“We could be mortal enemies, but you’re a coward.”

“I want to stand on a cliffside at sunset and scream.”

“I wish I could fly. Or at least, like... menacingly hover.”

“I just had a week’s worth of sodium and I crave more.”

“My body is at war with itself, and I’m leading the charge.”

“I’m going into the woods to scream. Who’s coming with me?”

“I don’t want to sleep. I want to slip into delirium, its more fun.”

“I want a hug. I want a hug so tight I end up in a full body cast.”

“I’ve been a clown so long, my shoes are no longer even squeaky.”

“I wish I could hibernate like a bear. And maul those who anger me.”

“It tastes like chemicals, but the kind of chemicals that taste yummy.”

“I just ate a whole jar of peanut butter. And it did nothing to fill the void.”

“Yeah, I’m having a breakdown. But, I still have the mom friend energy.”

“If you kiss someone open-mouthed, it feels like making out with a fish.”

“I had higher expectations once, too. I’ve since handed them down to the devil.”

“If I am awake, then I’m in pain. And I will share it with those who displease me.”

“We’re out of band-aids. On an unrelated note, I might need to go to the hospital.”

“Clothes are a social construct. I’m stripping naked and prowling the streets like the gremlin I am.”

“Am I crying? Yes. Am I going to acknowledge it further? No. And I expect you to do the same, thank you.”

“I accidentally singed my fingerprints off. I can do horrible crimes, now... like, stealing all the dogs from the pet store.”

#rp meme #misc #mine #sentence starters

[carriagelamp]

A few days late, but I'm lazy...

My favourite books that I read during 2023!

I got really lucky this year, I read some ridiculously good books, to the point that I had a really hard time narrowing them down. And I cheated on a few and bunched them up so I wouldn't have to choose 🙃

I did more detailed assessments of the books in my month reviews, but for anyone that's interested in something I read, here's a quick description:

Annie: An Old-Fashioned Story by Thomas Meehan -- A novelization of the Little Orphan Annie story, close related to the film musical including references to the songs. A charming read that captures the enjoyment of the film but adds a lot more details into the struggles and hardships Annie would have gone through during life on her own in the Depression.

Ballet Shoes by Noel Streatfeild -- Three girls from a poor family in London end up being welcomed to a ballet academy where they have the opportunity to learn not only how to dance, but to begin attending performances that let them earn money for their family. Follows the heart warming adventures of sisters with a nice balance of financial hardship and obligations during the Depression.

Camp Damascus by Chuck Tingle -- A possession horror based around religious trauma and sexual identity. Fantastic prose and genuinely chilling at points without ever feeling hopeless. Here the demons that start stalking people in this God-fearing Montana town are both metaphorical and literal.

A Christmas Story by Jean Shepherd -- A collection of radio stories that follow the childhood misadventures of Ralphie; these stories would go to make up the classic film A Christmas Story, and Shepherd's hilarious, clever prose makes it a very fun read whether you know the film or not.

Doctor Who: Scratchman by Tom Baker -- I actually read a number of pretty good Doctor Who novels this year (13 Doctors 13 Stories, Time Lord Fairytales, Silhouette) and even a Torchwood one (Skypoint) but Scratchman was probably my favourite of the lot. The Fourth Doctor, Sarah, and Harry find themselvese in a horror adventures as they try to defend a host of villagers against an invading force of evil, skeletal scarecrows that are attempting to infect the humans around them.

Dogsbody by Diana Wynne Jones -- The star Sirius is accused of killing another luminary and losing a powerful instrument called a Zoi. His sentence for this crime is to be stripped of his powers and cast down to earth, to spend one lifetime living in a humble, mortal form - that of a true dog. If he can survive and find the Zoi within that lifetime, he will be welcomed back to the cosmos.

Every Heart a Doorway by Seanan McGuire -- A novella that explores the rehabilitation of children who had been chosen, who found a doorway and stepped into another, strange world. Adventures done, they now need to acclimatize themselves to living in the rigid confines of the real world.

Grandpa's Great Escape by David Walliams -- A hilarious and surprisingly heart-warming story about a boy and his grandfather who was a flying ace during the war. With his mind beginning to fail him, the grandfather is sent to live at a sinister and definitely evil old folks' home. Only Jack can save him.

Hazel's Shadow by Nicole MacCarron -- Hazel has always been plagued by strange visions - the ability to see and speak to ghosts, as well as the knowledge of a strange, nameless horror living in her grandmother's house. Things come to a head though, when a sudden, zombie-like illness explodes through her town leaving only a few left alive, too many ghosts to count, enemies at every turn, and the shadow waiting for them.

Legends & Lattes by Travis Baldree -- (as well as it's sequel that came out later in the year, Bookshops & Bonedust). This was such a pleasant, low-stakes, domestic fantasy about Viv, an orcish ex-mercenary who has decided she's tired of fighting and would rather settle down and open a coffeeshop. One of the sticking points being, of course, that no one knows what coffee is.

Love Beyond Body, Space & Time by assorted authors, anthology -- An Indigenous queer sci-fi anthology with a really excellent collection of stories, including an author I already knew and loved! The stories explore a wide range of gender, sexuality, magic, machines, and ways of being, I highly recommend picking it up!

A Marvellous Light by Freya Marske -- Robin, a young baronet, thought he was being shunted into the most out of the way and miserable public servant position imaginable. He expected things to be tedious but necessary. He did not expect to suddenly learn that magic is real and to be tangled in its machinations in a potentially lethal way.

(MDZS) Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation by Mo Xiang Tong Xiu -- Rejoice, because the feared Yiling Patriarch, the necromancer terror who slaughtered thousands, is dead! And has been dead the past decade. And is now very, very confused to wake up in a new body that isn't his, in a room he's never seen before, and to be thrust into the middle of a murder mystery where everyone would want him dead if they were to learn his real identity.

Moominland Midwinter by Tove Jansson -- Moomins hibernate through the winter, that's how it has always been for them. So when young Moomintroll wakes and finds the rest of his family still fast asleep, he's left feeling lost and isolated in this new, strange, snow covered world beyond his door.

A Psalm for the Wild-Built by Becky Chambers -- (and its sequel A Prayer for the Crown-Shy) A very gentle, compassionate sci-fi novel that explores a world humans have created post-climate-crisis. Life is different, the past distant, and a young tea monk never expected to run into an actual robot, who had so long ago left humanity to live their own secluded life in the wilds. Now they're both struggling to answer the question "What do humans need?"

The Radium Girls by Kate Moore -- (and Kate Moore's other book The Woman They Could Not Silence) The Radium Girls is a narrative non-fiction book that looks at the lives of the girls who were paid to paint luminous watch dials using radium paint. It explores the horror, exploitation, and suffering that came from work place negligence and the world's gradual learning about what exactly radium can do.

Red, White & Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston -- Presidential son and British prince are forced together for the sake of publicity - to prove that they don't actual hate each other and aren't going to cause a diplomatic incident. They cause a whole new and exciting diplomatic incident by falling in love! Do not read this for the politics, but it did end up being way way better than I expected, this author creates quite compelling characters.

The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett -- Sour, spoiled, and ill Mary is sent to live with her distant uncle on the Yorkshire moors. Set to be as contrary and unhappy as possible, little by little Mary begins to come out of her shell as she experiences nature, play, and love for perhaps the first time in her life.

System Collapse by Martha Wells -- Newest Murderbot book!! Murderbot, ART's crew, and the humans from Preservation are doing their best to defend the colonists on a plant that's cursed with a strange, alien plague from being consumed by the more immediate threat of corporate slavery. Something, however, seems to be wrong with Murderbot and its worried that if it can't fix the problem soon, it may cost its humans their lives.

(TGCF) Heaven Official's Blessing by Mo Xiang Tong Xiu -- Xie Lian is a god. Was a good. He has ascended to godhood twice, and been banished back to earth twice. Once a favour among the gods, he is now a laughing stock, a scrap-collecting god who has been forgotten by almost everyone. So it is with some shock and exasperation to all involved when he ascends for a third time.

This Is How You Lose The Time War by Amal El-Mohtar & Max Gladstone -- A ridiculous poetic novella written through improbable letters that are written between two time travels on opposites sides of a time war. Seriously, this is probably the most beautiful book I read this year, go read it, the hype is justified.

Wave Me Goodbye by Jacqueline Wilson -- As World War Two rages, Shirley, like many children of the time, is sent from her home in London to be housed by a foster family in the country in order to avoid the Blitz. Put up with two boys in the strange, mostly empty Red House, Shirley has to find a new life for herself out in the country.

When The Angels Left The Old Country by Sacha Lamb -- Uriel the angel and Little Ash the demon find themselves drawn from their usual lives when a young girl from their shtetl goes missing after emigrating to America. Both with their own reasons for wanting to leave the old country, they set off on a sea voyage that will change everything for them.

Wind in the Willows by Kenneth Grahame -- The classic stories of Rat, Mole, and Toad. The story begins when Mole, venturing out of his little burrow, meets Rat and winds up living with him in his little home by the river rather than returning to his own, lonely, little hole. From there they have a variety of domestic adventures over the seasons, most notable being Toad's ill-fated obsession with motor cars.

#book review #book reviews #mdzs #tgcf #doctor who #diana wynne jones #when the angels left the old country #chuck tingle #camp damascus #this is how you lose the time war #wind in the willows #tom baker #murderbot #system collapse #moomin #moominland midwinter #tove jansson #radium girls #red white and royal blue #queer lit #canadian #canlit #legends & lattes #the secret garden #a marvellous light #annie #david walliams #a christmas story #dogsbody #ugh more than that but god help me if i try to tag them all