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dumbasslesbi · 10 months

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My Playful Bunny

Jan Stevens x Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW!!!! but also fluff <3

A/n: You have no idea how shocked I am that I finished this. I haven’t written a fanfic in a long while and I don't know what happened lol. I watched Gourmet Flux a while ago and next thing I know I’m writing about Jan Stevens. Sorry if there’s any typos or mistakes, I tried my best to proofread but I have dyslexia so sometimes things can still slip by me. Hope y’all enjoy!

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The microphone to the compressor to the reverb to the chorus to the phaser to the flanger to the delay to the looper to-

“Y/n?”

You look up, shocked and bewildered from your notes to see Jan Stevens with her sickly sweet smile staring right into your eyes. You couldn’t help but relax once you saw her precious face since her smiles always brought you such joy. Secretly you had the biggest crush on her once you were admitted into the culinary collective. You knew of her but you never knew that she was such a goddess and quite kind with everyone she interacted with. While she was quite attractive, you also had the utmost respect for her opinions on your art, she always gave your collective amazing advice and impressed you with her knowledge of signal flow and how to get the best sound possible. While being the designated tracker in your collective you always felt under pressure and would slip sometimes during performances, getting lost with all the pedals or forgetting to plug something in which always ended up with your other two partners yelling at you and getting quite frustrated with you.

However, no matter how badly you goofed up, Jan Stevens was always there to help and cheer you up. After performances you would be crying in a corner and she would come and try her best to calm you down. She would always tell you such sweet things such as “Darling, it’s quite alright, we all make mistakes during performances”, “Don’t cry over nothingness my sweet girl, the performance was quite spectacular”, “Even if it was a mistake, it still sounded wonderful”. She always was able to help you and cheer up before giving thanks to the audience. She always there for you and always gave you the creative freedom you yearned, no matter how stupid some of your ideas may have been.

“Y/n? Are you alright?” she asked again, looking at you with a bit of concern. You hadn’t realized that you still had said nothing to her and were just staring at her with a blank expression. “Y-Yes Miss Stevens, I’m quite alright. Just working out the signal flow for tonight’s performance” you told her, standing up from the grass in the garden. You always felt better working and thinking outside than being cooped up in the room you shared with your collective.

“Don’t fret over such miniscule things y/n, you’ll do just fine darling. I have full faith in you if that makes you feel better in anyway whatsoever” she said, sitting down on the grass and grabbing your notebook. You always found it quite funny how sporadic she could be, always reminding you somewhat of a bunny or a rabbit. Sitting back down next to her you tried to act normal and not anxious whatsoever by her now looking through your notebook.

It didn’t just hold your notes, but also your sapphic poems that you wrote about a certain someone. In reality you were sweating bullets, hoping she wouldn’t flip far enough to read them. “Y/n? What’s all this” she asked and you face lost all of it’s color. She found them, dear god she found them. It was over. Your residency would be terminated immediately. There’s no way in hell she would let someone who saw her in such a way stay and complete their course. Your days of being in a collective were over.

“I- uh, I’m not quite such what your talking about Miss Stevens?” You said,hopefully playing it off and letting her think that the poems weren’t about her. “I think you know very well what I’m speaking of y/n, come let’s discuss this more in my office, I would like this to be a more private conversation” she said, swiftly getting up and turning to head towards her office. You quickly followed but couldn’t help but stare at her. The way her hips swayed as she walked, although she was wearing quite a long skirt, you could tell her long toned legs were hiding in there, begging to be shown. Once you reached her office you quickly closed the door, prepared to face your doom of being kick out. However, nothing could have prepared you for what happened next.

As soon as you closed the door, she pinned you against it and basically started attacking your neck. You couldn’t help but ease into her and started holding her hips, you were still shocked none the less but you needed to hold her. “You have no idea how much I’ve been wanting to do this” she told you in between the barrage on kisses on your neck. “Miss Stevens-” “Jan, call me Jan” she said, stopping to look you right in your eyes. You couldn’t help but get lost in her blue, almost ice-like eyes. “Jan, I need you to kiss me, I need to know this isn’t fake” you asked her, practically begging.

“Darling, this is anything but a dream” she said as she closed the space to finally kiss you on the lips. Her lipstick was already practically off and was all over your neck. The hunger between the two of you only grew more and more. Her caressed started to feel more of you and at this point, you had practically been groping her butt. Finally when the two of you pulled away for air is when she dragged you out of the office and rushed you to her room. She shoved you onto the bed and before you could even understand where you were or what had happened, she was fully undressed in front of you.

You couldn’t help but stare at her beautiful pale glistening skin, you were also quite right about her tall toned legs and stared at her in utter hunger. She grabbed you chin and guided you up to kiss her once more. This time however when she pulled away, she shoved you back and got on top of you. “You're probably quite peckish by now aren’t you darling? I have you full course meal right here waiting for you.” she said, alligining her pussy to be directly above your face. You stared at her once more, nonverbally asking for consent to dive in, searching for her icy blue eyes within her clouds of black around her eyes. She gave you a swift nod which left you in a full predatorial mode. She had seen you perform more than enough during the after show thanks but she didn’t know you were going to be this relentless. You had her practically screaming with the way you ate her. You made sure to not waste a single drop of her sweet nectar. You weren’t sure if this was gonna be a one done deal or not so you decided to be a full glutton. Eating her out as if she was your last meal. “Oh god y/n, I-” she screamed out as if on cue you could feel her legs shuddering around you.

You didn’t care however, you continued your ravinish attack on her poor pussy only to bring her to another orgasm, which lead to another one until she was practically begging for you to stop in a noncorrhent gumble of words. “Y/n- I, oh my, please” she said, tapping at your arms to let her go. As if waking from a hypnosis you let her go and layed next to you, practically gasping for air.

“Jan! I’m so sorry I don’t know what came over me I just-” you stopped mid apology only to have Jan’s lips on yours once more, moaning as she tasted herself on your lips. “Once again always apologizing, you did nothing wrong darling, you did exactly what I asked for” she said, giving you another quick peck to your lips. You couldn’t help but embrace her and snuggle into her after all that happened and put your head on her chest to hear her beating heart calming down.

Eventually you both talking about everything and nothing until you finally had the courage to ask about your relationship. “Jan, I need to know. I-is this a one time deal or is this something that is planned to last” you asked, looking up only to see pure concern in her eyes. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breathe which prepares you for the bad news that this was just a one time sex deal. “Y/n, I won’t lay here and lie to say you aren’t the first resident I’ve had in my bed. I’ve only done this once before and truly regretted it, I don’t want this to be seen as a power move or some twisted domination kink. When I read your poems it struck something that I never felt before, it was also me going after and lusting after other people. Never in all my years has it been the other way around, I’ve never felt so needed from another person. So no y/n, I would not like this to be a one time deal. As you said yourself, I would love to be your playful little bunny” she said with a giggle at the end, holding your cheeks with both of her hands.

You never felt so happy and free with another person, so loved. You couldn’t help but giggle a bit too and feel tears threatening to come out of your eyes. However these weren’t painful tears like all the others. Finally you had tears of happiness before you closed the distance and kissed her with a sweet kiss that made you both swoon.

Breaking away Jan couldn’t help but stare at you and then whispered into your ear.

“I believe it’s my turn to have my way with you darling”

“Anything for you my playful bunny”

#jan stevens x reader #jan stevens #sapphic #fanfics #fanfiction #wlw post #gwen christie #gwendoline christie sapphics #gwendolineuniverse #gwendoline christie #flux gourmet #frifanfic

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starspray · 1 year

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I'd love your director's cut on On Wings Of Storm- Esp Elwing's attack on Maedhros! She's so vibrant in your writing, and I love how you portray her desperation too XD

Ooh, my first TRSB fic! First of all, I'm so glad you liked it! Second of all, I had to go back and reread it because I couldn't remember anything about it except for the artwork and like, the logistics of slaying Ancalagon, rather than the scene itself. Good lord it's riddled with typoes I am so sorry I don't have any idea how those happened. I swear I usually proofread my work.

So fun fact: the art was not my first pick for that TRSB; I was in the car on the way to some family Memorial Day thing and the google form glitched and I had to fill it out twice. This art of Elwing was pretty far down the list because I loved it but I wasn't entirely confident I could write something 5000 words long about it.

Turns out I could write over 11k, and honestly if I were to write this fic now it would be a lot longer. As I was reading I kept finding places and characters that I would have loved to see more fleshed out, but when I was writing it, it was for the very first Tolkien Reverse Summer Bang before the "oh no my fic has grown wildly out of my control" culture was established, and I didn't want to end up with a monster fic (hilariously contrasted with '21 and '22 where both fics were around 20k, lol).

So I don't remember a whole lot of what I was thinking when I wrote this fic, but definitely a lot of it was me trying to figure out how Elwing would get to that scene in the art, standing on Vingilot in armor with a sword in her hand (God, it's such good art!). I don't usually write her as particularly war-like, and I guess she still isn't, here, but she also knows her way around a sword and she's not afraid to use it.

I'm also not sure that scene where she fights Maedhros is Maedhros, tbh; that might be Amrod or Amras (there's another version of Sirion I've written where it's one of them she encounters before reaching the cliff; I may have been thinking of that). But the Elwing of this fic is not an Elwing who is just going to run away and not put up any fight. She also uses the Silmaril to blind her attacker there which is fun because foreshadowing! The scene on the cliff is also one I had written before, so I was trying to make it different; Elwing's last words to Maedhros are a moment of foresight for her because I was really leaning into her as one of Melian's granddaughters which means she has powers. Also fire seems to be something of a motif, what with Doriath and Sirion burning and then the dragons with their fire--and ultimately the fire that consumed Maedhros himself, though Elwing does not witness that. The reader knows what happens.

Aiwendil gets a cameo because I am very attached to my headcanon of he and Elwing as BFFs.

Curumo also gets a cameo because I needed someone to make Elwing's armor, and I thought it would be neat to see Saruman long before he ever starts down the road to becoming Sharkey; ever since I've looked for opportunities to do that again, but I haven't found one yet. I feel like I probably tried to think of a way to work in Olorin, but that clearly didn't work out. Instead I put in the scene with Nienna, because I needed a starting point for Elwing to start processing her despair and anger and trauma, and that's Nienna's whole jam. The mirror is obviously a nod to Galadriel's later in LOTR, but Nienna has both more and a different kind of power so it doesn't function in exactly the same way.

And the refrain of "She jumped." was definitely purposeful. There's the first time where she jumps to what she believes will be her death, in anger and despair; there's the second time where she jumps into battle with still plenty of anger but not so much despair--and this time she can use that anger, because now she can fly at will--and the last time at the end she's happy, and jumping is just the first step to soaring.

#meme response #look i wrote a thing

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onlyonekenobi · 4 years

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this was a half-formed idea I’d imagined for them for years, but after reading a post from @good-things-do-happen-dean yesterday, I was inspired to actually write it out! just some good old fashioned post-canon domestic fluff, 1.9k - link to read on ao3

Dean’s fingers held lightly to the crystal vial around his neck.

It was almost cool to the touch, he thought, like just the idea of a breeze. He remembered when Cas had given it to him, only a few weeks after Dean had gotten him back from the Empty. The angel had turned to him one night, right smack in the middle of Tombstone, and said, “Dean, I need to tell you something.”

Words had rushed out of him then about wanting to be human (and was that okay with Dean or would it bother him, because “I don’t want it to change anything for you, but-”) and Dean had simply replied, “Cas, I- of course you can be human if you want to be human, that’s your call, all the way, but why in the hell would you want to do that?”

The depth of Cas’s eyes had seemed infinite then, in the dark, as he worked up to what he had really wanted to say all along.

“I won’t lose you again.”

Dean remembered how his whole body had seemed to melt in that moment as the sincerity of Cas’s words-- mostly simple reasoning, though with an undercurrent of self-imperative gravity-- washed over him.

“Okay,” was all he had said in response, and then Cas had twisted his knees underneath himself to lean forward across the little space between them. It wasn’t their first kiss, but from the way Dean’s heart had tripped over itself, it could have been. Even now, when he thought of how Cas’s hands had felt that night, so careful at the nape of his neck, it threatened to fall out of step again.

He hadn’t known at the time what Cas’s intentions for his grace were. Truthfully, he just hadn’t really thought to ask-- which seemed deeply misguided in retrospect, but at the time just felt respectful.

So, it had come as a shock when Cas returned home one afternoon a few days later (he had left in the morning with an implication-heavy “I’m going for a walk.”) and marched right up to Dean with his fist clenched tight and a sheepish smile on his face. He had looked different, somehow, Dean thought. Softer, maybe. Or like his eyes had gotten brighter, as if that were possible.

“I was wondering,” Cas had said, presenting his hand, “if you might want to wear this. You might hear it ringing a bit sometimes, but just think of it… think of it as me telling you I love you.”

Now, Dean worried a thumb over the vial while, in his other hand, he cradled a small band of stainless steel. It had seemed only fair, he thought, to give Cas something back. And while he didn’t have anything as deeply personal as his own actual given-up-to-be-with-you-for-as-long-as-we-both-shall-live angel grace, he did have a box of old, thrifted rings from when he had wanted to be Mick Jagger back in his early twenties.

So, he had rummaged it out from the drawer of his nightstand last week, carefully moving a newer photo of Sam and Mary out of the way, and tried each band on again for reference. He had then been very careful, over those next few days, to compare his fingers with Cas’s every chance he got. (Cas had discovered him once, as he stared with what must have been bizarre intensity at their clasped hands, but Dean thought he had successfully played that off as an “I’m just still so overwhelmed with this great new thing that is happening” moment.)

Eventually, after what was almost definitely a great deal of overthinking, Dean had decided that this ring was his best bet. It was mostly unadorned, but care had been taken to crimp slightly raised edges running along each side. Looking at it had always reminded Dean of a road.

A road, he thought now, that would always lead home.

He heard a door close in the distance and knew Cas must be getting home from his new routine of sunrise walks. Dean’s heart accelerated wildly at the sound, and he took a steadying breath, laughing at himself. It’s not like Cas would turn the ring down, he reassured himself. Sure, he was still maybe a little embarrassed at the inequality of his offering, but he knew that Cas would recognize the meaning behind it. And anyway, if the grace was from Cas’s past life, the ring was from Dean’s just the same. They could give each other these pieces of their old selves for safe keeping while they made their new selves together. And in that way, at least, it would be a fair trade.

He held his breath to listen, and he was just able to make out the sound-- so much closer than the approaching footsteps, but magnitudes softer-- from the pendant hanging at his chest.

I love you, I love you, I love you, it rang softly.

Dean let out his breath.

When he looked up, Cas was standing in the doorway, tufts of dark hair sticking out wildly from under the new beanie Sam had given him. The lobes of his ears and tip of his nose were just slightly pink, and he wore a smile that radiated up through his crystal-bright eyes. Mornings always suited Cas.

Dean couldn’t help but let up a smile of his own at the sight of it all, but then he remembered the ring in his hand and practically jumped from where he had been sitting on the edge of the bed.

Cas’s eyebrows drew up in shock, but the smile stayed in place. Great start, Dean thought to himself. You probably just looked like an idiot. He tried not to let the creeping embarrassment slow his momentum, but Cas had already stepped toward him, his smile now replete with one of those quizzical head tilts Dean loved so much.

“Is everything okay, Dean? You seem… startled.”

When Dean opened his mouth to speak, he found that only a very small choking sound came out. Get it together, man! he screamed at himself, but Cas was laughing again. The former angel stepped lightly toward him until their chests were just barely not touching and his eyes were locked up on Dean’s. How anyone could look at him with such wonder-- such open adoration-- Dean might never understand.

“All well?” Cas asked gently, and he meant it, no teasing. He was always so earnest in his wanting to know every detail about Dean, and the softness in his voice was relaxing enough that Dean could breathe out a “Yeah,” and mean it back. He tried to maintain his hold on his words.

“It’s just, uh,” he stammered on, “I have something for you, and I’m not real good at this part of things, so I just, um…” His mind was going blank again, despite having rehearsed this roughly a dozen times while Cas had been out walking.

“Here, sit down,” he ventured next, and Cas graciously allowed himself to be turned around and nudged gently into a sitting position on the edge of the bed. His face was expectant, but he was practically leaking patience into the air. He was always being so goddamn multifaceted that way; Dean remembered being intrigued, actually, to realize that this nuance wasn’t an angel thing, but rather… just an endearing Cas thing. With that thought back in his mind, a fresh wave of resolve settled over Dean’s heart.

“This is for you,” he gushed, thrusting his hand toward Cas to reveal the ring sitting on his now open palm.

Cas’s mouth partled slightly in surprise, but he didn’t otherwise move or speak. He just stared at the ring, frozen. Dean felt a heat creep over the back of his neck. Had he misjudged this?

But no sooner had he let the doubt cross his mind than Cas had sprung back up and swiped the ring from his hand in an astonishing blur of motion. And then he was kissing Dean, still-cold fingers a relief against his flushed skin.

Dean’s hand had been clenched shut so tight for so long, it felt good to let it rest open against the small of Cas’s back. Well, it would have felt good no matter what, but it felt extra good now, like this.

After several moments, Cas finally drew back. There was an expression of heartbreaking tenderness on his face.

“Thank you,” he said, quietly.

“I know it’s not much-” Dean started, but Cas cut him off, already fiddling to see which finger it would fit on.

“It’s perfect.”

Dean caught Cas’s eye then, and Cas leaned up to brush another soft kiss across his lips.

“It’s from when you were young,” he said fondly, no hint of a question.

Dean was taken aback. “How do you know that?”

“Well,” Cas answered, all tilted smiles once more, “I didn’t. I inferred.” The ring, Dean’s heart swelled to see, was now placed snugly on the middle finger of Cas’s left hand. He kind of liked that it wasn’t quite the “traditional” placement. It added another layer of balance to the symbols; this was for them, and no one else.

“But you told me about your rings once, do you remember?” Cas went on eagerly. “We were driving back from Sun Valley, and, er, ‘Gimme Shelter’? ….came on the radio, and you told me about how you used to sneak away from your father to go look for them at second-hand stores. You said that in the end you had more than enough for one per finger, because you wanted ‘options.’”

Always, always the details.

“I do hope you paid for this, once, though,” he added, a note of cheek in the afterthought.

Hands raised in mock defense, Dean asserted, “Course I did.” (It was anyone’s guess.)

“But anyway,” he went on, the hint of a tease in his voice, “I guess I don’t really need options anymore.”

Cas smiled lightly again, and Dean felt him twine their fingers together. He instantly loved the new sensation of the ring pushing into his hand.

(Sometimes, when Cas held him, he was afraid it was a dream. Or a trick of the light, like if he blinked wrong, Cas would disappear. Dean knew he wasn’t alone in that, though. They had been through so much, it was really no surprise that they now took turns waking up in cold sweats, clutching for each other, murmuring, “I’m here, I’m here,” until they could fall back asleep.)

So, as the metal bit gently into his finger, he relished the bracing feeling.

It’s real, it said.

Dean mused that he might have to get them matching rings after all, just so Cas could have that feeling, too, if he wanted it.

“I guess not,” Cas answered playfully, and his voice was so full of love, Dean knew he could never have dreamt it. He turned to rest his forehead against Castiel’s and felt his hand get squeezed gently in return.

He would savor this moment. Let it anchor him, overwhelm him, do anything it wanted to him.

He tried to breathe steadily, listening for the soft ringing emanating from the vial around his neck.

I love you, it said.

He shifted his focus down to his hand, where he could feel Cas’s fingers wrapped in his, the edge of the ring pressing into his skin.

It’s real.

#destiel #destiel fic #deancas #deancas fic #fic #mine #I MEANT FOR THIS TO BE LIKE 800 WORDS OOPS #also yes the phrase ''presenting his hand'' was deeply intentional sue me they're married #sorry if there are typos i tried to proofread it but also i wrote this at like 2am so #:) yay fluff #my posts #just writing

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castlevader · 2 years

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if you wrote anything about frank castle + him comforting when you wake up from a nightmare i would be over the moon 🥺✨

▸ AUTHOR NOTE. hello !! thank you so much for sending the request, i hope you’ll enjoy it even tho it’s kinda short ? also not proofread sorry,, but yeah, hope you’re having a good day, take care ♡

▸ FANDOM. marvel

▸ CHARACTERS. frank castle ( the punisher ) x gn!reader

▸ RATING. sfw

▸ WARNINGS. mention of death but nothing graphic, fluff i guess + possible typos because i cant read my shit lmao

▸ WORD COUNT. 346

you were surrounded by nothing, you couldn’t hear anything. all you could see was black.

you tried to scream, asking for help, and then you were surrounded by corpses. you screamed in terror, recognising the faces of those you loved the most, dead right there around you.

you suddenly woke up and pushed the covers from your body to sit, all sweaty and shaking with fresh tears streaming down your face. you probably screamed because frank was sitting right by your side, worry written all over his face.

he calmed down once he noticed you were unharmed and that there was no one ready to hurt you, to hurt the both of you.

“hey,” his voice was gentle, his hand reached to touch your arm, but hesitating he stopped, giving you space. “you had a bad dream?” you simply nodded and covered your face with your hands, trying to calm your breathing.

“i’m so sorry,” you cried and tried to dry your tears, the images of your nightmare still clear in your head. you suddenly leaned against his chest, looking for comfort.

frank was a bit surprised, but this time he didn’t hesitated and circled your hips with his arm, holding you against his broad chest. “wanna talk about it?” he gently caressed your back and slowly laid down with you against his chest.

“everyone… everyone i loved was r-right there,” you started, choking on a sob. “they were all dead, frank… you were right there,” you held him tighter, his hands caressed your body, hoping it would calm you a bit.

“you’re okay, and as you can see i’m okay too,” he kissed your head. “you know i’d never let anyone or anything hurt you,” he kissed your forehead and cupped your cheek, caressing your face.

“i woke you up,” you muttered, meeting his tired eyes. “i’m sorry,” you felt guilty, frank simply shook his head. “don’t,” he kissed your nose and you smiled, then laid down against his body. “thank you, frank,” you muttered and left a kiss on his chest, closing your eyes.

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liv-laugh-die · 3 years

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it's you. (is that weird?)

warning/s: um mention of spiders ig? think thats it

genre: um not necessarily what i consider angsty but its a bit fluffy

pairing: osamu x gn!reader

wc: 1.2k

a/n: idk how i wrote this so quickly nor how it turned out decent enough to post but here ig- also its gn!reader (they/them pronouns/not specified)!! i love friends to lovers sm ugh sorry if theres typos/grammar errors as well its not proofread!! <3

He's always just been your best friend.

Osamu, who gently pushes your face away with the tips of his fingers whenever you and Atsumu start teasing him.

Osamu, who always brings an extra sweater to school because he can't stand how often you nag about wanting to borrow his because it was warmer.

Osamu, who lets you steal part of his lunch without a second glance in your direction, like it's become some sort of routine between the two of you and he's used to it.

Osamu, who can't stand the noise of Atsumu chewing with his mouth open, and then drags you into the dilemma and makes you make his twin stop it by grabbing your wrist and pushing you in front of him as he plugs his ears.

Osamu, who always asks about the new stickers on your water bottle and listens to you while you tell the long story longer, director's cut edition, and doesn't complain at all even when Atsumu starts whining about how they're going to be late for volleyball practice.

Osamu, who even when he's annoyed with you, still ruffles your hair every time you do or say something stupid.

Osamu, who cooks for you every time you're over at his house, making sure there's never enough left for Atsumu, and helps you with your homework over dinner.

Osamu, who tries so hard to remember your schedule and all your classes so he can meet you outside each one and walk you to your next class with Atsumu trailing behind (the amount of times they've waited in front of the wrong classroom because neither one of them could remember which one it was happened to be too many to count–and yes, he does in fact blame Atsumu each time).

Osamu, who always texts you to make sure you finished the homework due the next day just before you pass out for the night, because even though he can't put his finger on the exact time, he just knows when you usually head to bed without thinking.

Start: [1:42AM]

O: finished yet or are you still procrastinating

YN: hilarious

YN: im finished

YN: why

YN: you need the answers lazy samu

O: no i did the work in class idiot

O: just checking

O: looking out for you like a good friend should

YN: since when did you become a good friend samu

O: hilarious

O: gn y/n

O: <3

YN: night

YN: <3

YN: and btw samu

YN: ty for looking out for me

YN: dunno what id do without you

O: no problem

O: could say the same bout you you know

YN: ik im amazing arent i

O: you spend too much time around tsumu

O: go to bed

(Psst... he can't stop staring at the heart you sent him, even if he sent his first.)

Finish: [1:51AM]

Osamu, who manages to ignore all of what Atsumu mumbles about you in his ear (all attempts to get a flustered rise out of him) just to make sure he could hear you rant about your day and latest hyperfixation.

Osamu, who smiles whenever you laugh, watching the way your shoulders and your entire body tense up a little before releasing it all with a noise that's just music to his ears.

Osamu, who notices how you can't ever stop moving when you're nervous, whether it's just a gentle tap of your fingers on your desk, or your foot against the floor, and always places his hand on your knee or your fingers just to calm you down along with a sincere gaze.

Osamu, who can't help but close his eyes and squeeze you tight every time you allow him to give you a hug. It's always worth even the annoying confused glances Atsumu gives him when he mentions that he never gives him hugs like that.

Osamu, who you've noticed every little detail about, but you're sure can't stand to see your face even though you're his best friend aside from Atsumu.

Osamu, who has taken note of every little thing about you, but is positive that you haven't ever thought of him in the way he thinks about you.

Osamu, who, even when he messages you, gets a little nervous every time those three dots pop up and dance on his screen as if challenging him to stick around to see what you have to say.

Start: [4:30PM]

O: oi

YN: what do you want now samu 🙄

O: rollin your eyes at me is rude you know

YN: what do you want i have extra homework since you and tsumu talked my ear off in class today >:p

O: we both know it was mostly tsumu

O: anyway

(He sighed, dragging a frustrated shaky hand through his hair. Why was this so hard?)

O: i just wanted to tell you something

YN: are you finally gonna tell me tsumu's big dark secret from before

YN: because i already know its that he's afraid of the dark

YN: big baby :p

O: DID YOU JUST CALL ME A BABY

O: IM NOT AFRAID OF THE DARK YN YOUR A BABY FOR BEING AFRAID OF SPIDERS

YN: *you're

YN: welcome to the party tsumu

YN: AND YOU'RE AFRAID OF SPIDERS TOO TSUMU

YN: now go away i was trying to have a conversation with the better twin 🙄 you know that one that's prettier than you? give m his phone back you big baby

O: I AM NOT A BABY YN STOP IT

O: but you just called samu pretty huh

O: 👀

YN: did not

YN: dont know what you're talking about tsumu

YN: just said he was prettier than you

YN: which is true

YN: now give him his phone back id rather talk to him and not a baby >:P

(Osamu gets his phone back just a minute after Atsumu ran off with it.)

O: ...

O: sorry about that

YN: hi samu

O: ello

YN: so what were you going to say before tsumu interrupted

O: oh um

O: right

YN: :0 samu's stuttering through text- oh my god tsumu needs to record this i wanna see the blushing mess you are rn

O: i am not blushing

YN: uhuh sureeeee

YN: soooooo

YN: who is she

YN: or he

YN: or they

YN: WHO IS IT THAT YOU- THE EVER CALM SAMU- HAVE A CRUSH ON

O: i hate you

YN: me too bestie me too :3

YN: now tell me about this person

O: no

YN: SAMU COME ON

O: fine

O: so ig they're really stupid

YN: sounds like someone i know...

O: you literally surround yourself by idiots you haven't narrowed anything down

YN: fair point

YN: continue

O: they're really really adorable and every time i see em its just like the world stops spinning, i stop breathin and everything just pauses for some reason idk

O: everything they do makes me want to make sure i never lose em

O: i feel so stupid for keeping it to myself though

O: i dont know what i would even say to em if i had the guts to

YN: mind if i help?

O: sure

YN: just go for it samu! who knows, maybe theyll return the feelings and itll all go well

O: just tell them?

YN: yeah! lmk how it goes too, k?

(He takes a deep breath.)

O: k so like

O: i think im in love with you

(Saying it wasn't hard.)

O: does that- is that weird? im sorry

YN: tell them you idiot not me

O: but

O: it is you

* ੈ✩‧₊˚YN is typing . . .* ੈ✩‧₊˚

. . .

(This was the hard part. Waiting.)

Finished: [?]

He'd always just been your best friend.

But who was to say he couldn't be just a tad bit more?

the rest is up to you to decide...

any interactions: reblogs, replies, likes; anything and everything is appreciated!!

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#i just think he's neat #osamu x reader #gn!reader #miya osamu #miya osamu x you #haikyuu x reader #hq fluff #hq x you #inarizaki x reader #hq x reader #yes i wrote this in like forty minutes which is much shorter than usual what about it #when motivation comes it comes go with the flow yknow

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goldenxstylinson · 4 years

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Larry Song Parallels + analysis

(this is a post that’s going to be included in the masterpost. please do note that this is only a small part of the main post, so if you want a more in-depth explanation on these lyrics you’ll be able to check the post here once it’s published)

i tried to put these in a sort of chronological order because the more i listened to them, the more they all seemed part of the same story.

also, i’ve left out iicf and home because i’m solely focusing on parallels in lyrics and those songs are basically a response one to another. (i’ve only included a lyric from iicf that goes with another song)

wrote this at 5am and had to repost it because tumblr decided to remove it from the tags, fun. i’ll proofread it later so if there are any typos i apologize.

ESNY/ DLIBYH

Harry: I’ve been praying ever since New York

Louis: And I know you’ve left a part of you in New York under your bed in a box

MMITH/ KMM

Harry: Just take the pain away

Louis: I can ease the pain

SHE/ HABIT

Harry: And she sleeps in his bed/ While he plays pretend

Louis: I took some time 'cause I've ran out of energy/ Of playing someone I heard I'm supposed to be

TBSL/ DEFENCELESS

Harry: And I'm just an arrogant son of a bitch/ Who can't admit when he's sorry

Louis: And I can't get inside when you're lost in your pride/ But you don't have a thing to prove

TWO GHOSTS/ TOO YOUNG

Harry: We're not who we used to be

Louis: But everything's feeling different now

FTDT/ JUST LIKE YOU

Harry: Woke up the girl who looked just like you

Louis: I wanna lay where she lays

(while some of you might consider this a stretch, I actually think these pair up quite nice and you’ll see why)

FTDT, FALLING/ WALLS

Harry: Woke up alone in this hotel room; played with myself, where were you?/ I'm in my bed and you're not here

Louis: Nothing wakes you up like waking up alone

MMITH/ HABIT

Harry: Just let me know, I’ll be at the door, at the door

Louis: That mentally, you were already out the door

FTDT/ TOO YOUNG

Harry: Maybe one day you'll call me and tell me that you're sorry too

Louis: I’m sorry that I hurt you, darling

FINE LINE/ TOO YOUNG

Harry: You’ve got my devotion but man I can hate you sometimes

Louis: It’s hard to think you could ever hate me

TPWK/ HABIT

Harry: Givin' second chances

Louis: I know you said that you'd give me another chance

MMITH/ WE MADE IT

Harry: Maybe we’ll work it out

Louis: We were only kids, just tryna work it out

TWO GHOSTS/ TOO YOUNG

Harry: Fridge light washes this room white

Louis: Face to face at the kitchen table

FALLING/ TOO YOUNG, DEFENCELESS

Harry: And it kills me 'cause I know we've run out of things we can say

Louis: I'm tryna find some better words to say/ Tryna find what to say to you/ Not sure how to say this right

IICF/DEFENCELESS

Harry: Right now I'm completely defenceless

Louis: Never been so defenceless

FALLING/HABIT

Harry: You said you cared/ And you missed me, too

Louis: I was better with you, and I miss you now

FALLING/ HABIT

Harry: And I get the feelin' that you'll never need me again

Louis: I’ll always need you in front of me

GOLDEN/ DEFENCELESS

Harry: And I know that you're scared/ Because hearts get broken

Louis: Got so much to lose

SWEET CREATURE/ HABIT

Harry: We started two hearts in one home

Louis: Come so far from Princess Park

GOLDEN/ TOO YOUNG

Harry: Of who I am and all I've ever known

Louis: Me and you is all i’ve ever known

SUNFLOWER VOL. 6 / KMM

Harry: Kiss in the kitchen like it’s a dance floor/Kids in the kitchen listen to dance hall

Louis: You’re a nightmare on the dance floor

FINE LINE/ WE MADE IT

Harry: We’re gonna be alright

Louis: Yeah, it's gonna be alright

Okay, now time for the explanation (from my point of view):

(update: i just realized that Two Ghosts was written during 1D days. My theory still stands as it did before, but it’s possible that smaller fights and arguments between H&L happened a few years prior, as well, although only one led to the breakup)

I believe that everything changed when Harry lost his stepfather, Robin. He begged Louis to “take the pain away” and, of course, Louis helped him through this hard period (after all, H was there for him, too)

Harry let himself be surrounded by sadness once Robin passed away, while Louis had to make sure that Larry is still secret, thus having to “play pretend” and have “her sleep in his bed” (Eleanor). That made Harry even sadder, as not only he lost his stepfather, he also felt his relationship fading away, changing.

Louis became too tired of always having to show up with Eleanor, so he “took some time” away. He was tired and angry, which ultimately led to arguing with Harry. Now I believe that there has been a huge argument between them, when both of them probably said things they didn’t really mean, hurting each other.

The next few songs show how they tried to replace one another, Harry waking up to a “girl who looked just like” Louis and Louis partying the pain away (he said so in Miss You), but they realized that what they had couldn’t be replaced.

Louis took the first step and called Harry or sent him a text or something and, after a long time of thinking, Harry realized that even if he “could hate him sometimes”, Louis still has his devotion. So they met up, sat face to face (at the kitchen table) and it was probably awkward at first, after not seeing each other for about 2 (??) years.

Harry was probably close to losing his hope with that relationship, thinking that they had nothing to say to each other anymore. But they both let their guard down, got out of their pride (Harry did that before as well, back in 2015 when he wrote IICF) and told each other the truth: L told H that he missed him and H told L that he thought he wasn’t needed anymore; Louis’ response was that he’ll “always need Harry in front of him.”

Now comes the reconciliation — while Louis is still scared that he’ll lose everything if Larry accidentally comes out and that he still needs to remain closeted, Harry tells him he has nothing to worry about. He’ll be open someday (Harry hopes).

They agree that their relationship was all they’ve ever known, ever since they were 16 and 18. They’ve started this journey together. They know that they’re soulmates.

Fast forward a few months after their discussion, they dance and kiss in the kitchen and Louis points out, while smiling, of course, that Harry’s still “a nightmare on the dance floor.” as he hears Harry’s laughter filling the room.

And yeah, they’re not perfect. They’re still a bit ripped around the edges and a bit broken, but they’re strong. They’re gonna be alright.

#larry stylinson #larry #harry styles #louis tomlinson #fine line #walls

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tipsydipsydo · 4 years

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Poolside Kisses 🍹[M]

Pairing: Jimin x chubby! poc! Reader

Gender of the reader: female

Word Count: 5.6k

Genre: Fluff and Smut

Warnings: mentions of insecurities; Jiminie and his jealousy (but at the end of the fic they're talking about that); Jiminie is horny as fuck; swearing; petnames; filthy language + filthy dirty talk; praising; body-worship; teasing; edging; begging; marking; thigh-riding and thigh-fucking(?); a little bit dom-/sub-themes; a bit of spanking and pussy exhibitionism; semi-public sex (can you count fucking in your friend's house as semi-public sex?); creampie; unprotected sex (stay safe please!); mentions of aftercare

A/N: Finally, I wrote something for chubby! Readers and for poc! Reader as well. The moodboard was ready for weeks but the fic wasn't... And now it got longer than expected!

The texting with my dear @h0esvck inspired me again to write this fic here, after we talked about cute and sexy bikinis for chubby girls and how the boys could react to these swimsuits! (I really love that bikini in the moodboard💕)

Summary: Jimin said, you should pack a swimsuit into your suitcase when you're going to visit him in Korea. You thought, you'll go bathing somewhere privately, maybe just with the boys or so... and not going to a pool party of one of Jimin's Idol friends where you'll not know anybody! Since then you hate yourself that you only brought your new bikini to Korea that reveals more of your bare skin that you're used to...

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Since ten minutes you've been staring at the bikini that is spread out on the bed in front of you. You try to come to a solution for the problem that has been bothering you since this morning.

When Jimin said a week ago that you should pack swimwear for your visit in Korea, you already had been a little suspicious and unsettled.

But you couldn't imagine anything else than maybe going with him and the other members to a privately rented pool. Or maybe going to a beach with them, where nobody knows them anyway, so that they don't get too much unnecessary attention.

The boys already know and love you, so they don't care much about how you look like, as long as you're happy and make Jimin happy as well.

With these thoughts, you calmed yourself a little bit down and quickly drove your worries into the last corner of your mind.

That was also the reason why you were thinking about to try something new, instead of just wearing this boring black one-piece swimsuit that you've had for the last six years.

Maybe something cute, a nice two-pieced swimsuit, something like a bikini or so, that flatters your curves and just hugs them in all the right ways. Something that makes you feel sexy and attracts Jimin's attention a bit more than usual.

The thought alone how Jimin always strips you down with his eyes when you wear something close-fitting, which emphasizes your large chest, your round butt or your juicy thighs in the right ways...

...oh god, just the thought of it makes your knees weak and your panties getting wet.

But that's not the point, you have a lot of other problems right now.

At breakfast this morning, Jimin told you for what exactly you need your swimwear. And it's nothing like you thought before, a day at the beach or at the pool and only with the other guys, no.

The real reason is, that one of Jimin's Idol Friends has his birthday today and throw a poolparty in his villa.

That's not how you imagined it...

Of course you are happy that Jimin is not shy about introducing you to all his other friends in addition to the members and showing up with you in public places.

Nevertheless, you're aware that being chubby is not one of the "desirable" standards of the beauty ideals in Korea. Plus, you're a part of people that have a colored skin tone and all of you still have to face unfortunately prejudice and racism in all corners of the world.

That doesn't mean Koreans are racists or they are going to bodyshame someone, oh hell no! But... of course there are always such kinds of worries, like that you couldn't fulfill all the expectations of his friends, ARMYs or in general the whole publicity.

But that shouldn't be your goal either. Jimin loves you the way you are and everyone else should accept and respect you as his girlfriend and thus your relationship.

Nevertheless, a dull feeling spreads out in your stomach at the thought of having to wear this two-pieced bathing suit.

You really like it and you immeaditly fell in love with this bikini when you tried it on while the shopping trip with your friends. You think that it emphatize your curvy figure wonderfully, hides your fluffy belly in a great way and still shows more skin than you are used to.

And that's exactly the point.

You would show more skin than you're actually used to, so you'd walk completely out of your well known and loved comfort zone... and now even in front of strangers you don't know at all!

Everything in you is reluctant to wear this bikini to this party. You had also thought about going on a quick shopping tour into the town this morning. Hoping to find a one-piece swimsuit that can hide your belly a little better than this bikini. But you rejected the thought so fast like it had came into your mind.

You know Seoul far too little to know, where to find the plus size clothing stores. You know they exist! After all, you had been in these shops with Jimin on your recent visits, but you have absolutely no clue where to find them. So you quickly throw this idea into your mental trash can.

So you have no choice but to put on this swimsuit here.

You sigh and look at this two-pieced bathing suit in frustration again. Why the heck were you so stupid and didn't pack both swimsuits straight away in your suitcase, then you wouldn't have this problem now! But you have no other option than to wear it, you don't want to explain to Jimin that you don't want to come to the party because of your swimsuit. He was so happy this morning to finally be able to introduce you as his girlfriend to all his other friends.

You are about to put your dress on when Jimin knocks gently on your door, the door of the guest room (which you hardly really "need" because you sleep with him in his bed all nights anyway) and asks you through the door if you're ready.

You answer him with a hasty "Yes, just give me two more minutes!" and quickly stuff your towels, a pair of fresh underwear, sunblocker and other things that maybe could be useful, into your beach bag.

You slip with your bare, dark blue painted toenails into your sandals and before you walk out of the door, you quickly fix your sun hat and sunglasses as you walk past the large full-body mirror.

You are as ready as you can be when you're going to show yourself to strangers in a swimsuit that is more skin-revealing for your usual standards.

When you open the door and give Jimin, who is standing in the hall and is waiting for you, a small smile, a bright smile spreads on his lips.

His eyes wander slowly down at your body, you don't miss how he licks his lips, which leave you even little bit embarrassed.

But he also looks so damn good in this white t-shirt that he wears, under which you already can imagine his well-built abs, together with this black, low hanging shorts and a pair of black sneakers, made of thin fabric. His outfit is so casual, but at the same time it looks so elegant on him!

"Damn, baby... you look absolutely gorgeous! You look so fantastic, to be honest I don't want to show you the others in this amazing outfit... I bet with you, that they start gawking and drooling because you are so damn sexy. I really have to be careful not to get jealous and to behave decently, so that I don’t do all these dirty fantasies that I have with you in my mind in front of other people’s eyes... ", says Jimin in a half serious, half playful tone and with a meaningful look into your eyes.

"Jimin! Don't say such things, I thought we want to go to the party of your friend!", you reply with a slightly embarrassed smile and hit him with gentle force at his right arm. He's whining a little bit, rubbing the hurting spot after your punch.

"Yes, yes! But that doesn't mean you have to hit me right away!", Jimin whines as you walk down the hall of the dorm to the front door. Like the gentleman he is, he opens the door to the passenger seat of the car dir you and let you get in with a charming smile.

On the way to the party you chat around, laughs about God knows everything and sings together to the latest summer hits that comes out of the radio. Jimin with his angelic voice and then you with your voice, that reminds you more of a screaming cat than anything else. Your boyfriend admits that you still have to practice a bit on your singing talent, but he motivates you with every new song again to sing along with him. But your exuberant, lively mood gets an unwanted damper when you turn into a street and you can already see all the countless cars parked on the roadside from the distance.

Some, like you, just seem to have arrived only a few minutes ago. When you see all these other slim, long-legged beauties in their gorgeous summer dresses or already in their bikinis outfits with these fit bodies, you swallow hard and start chewing on your lower lip. Jimin doesn't miss that.

"Baby?"

"Hm?"

"You think too much, my love. Just look at yourself, you are beautiful! And show that too, show them all how damn attractive you are. They'll love you, I promise! And if anyone giving you a weird look, this person will get a serious problem with me! Okay Darling? I love you and everybody else should know too how much you mean to me... and don't let these silly thoughts in your pretty head up there ruin the evening, okay?"

You take a deep breath and finally nod to Jimin confidently.

He is right, you are probably thinking too negative again. You should also go to this party without the prejudice, that they already dislike you for whatever reason and just think positive and enjoy the day.

"Ready, Baby?"

"Yes, I'm ready."

With a cheeky wink in your direction, Jimin gets out of the car and is fast enough at your door to open it for you again.

You roll your eyes in annoyance, but you can't help but smile.

"Jimin, that's really cute of you, but you don't always have to do that. I'm a confident, independent woman, I'm able to open the door by myself too!", you complain but have to laugh at the end of the sentences.

"Then show them with exactly this body here, how confident you are, my dear lady~", Jimin replies with a husky wisper into your ear, which let a shiver run down your back. You are only able to nod at this moment, try not to be too flustered by Jimin's sex appeal. The same person is fully aware of his influence on you and laughs contentedly as you walk together to the front door.

When the doorbell rings, it is opened by other guests who tell you and use vague hand gestures to indicate where the person, who has birthday today and is the actual party host, could be. You two thanks them and slowly find your way down to the terrace, between all of the chatting, sometimes already dancing and celebrating peoples.

It seems like you'll don't know anyone, really nobody at this party. Sometimes you only recognize some K-Pop Idols here and some other K-Drama actors and actresses there, but you don't know anybody really personally, except of Jimin.

That's why you hold his hand even more tightly, afraid of losing him in the crowd. His thumb draw gentle circles over the back of your hand, he can feel how tense you are, try his best to calm you down.

You're going to be stopped on your actual way to Jimin's Friend by some other idols or international celebrities. You have a small talk with them and you'll be greeted every time with very much enthusiasm when Jimin introduces you as his girlfriend.

You don't really know how to deal with it, least of all with their detailed gaze your body. They don't say anything and their looks are not to be rated directly as negative one, much more in curious and interested way?

But before you can start to worry too much about it, the small talk is already over and Jimin continues to guide you through the crowd to the rightful host, who is in the huge garden behind the villa.

This person greets Jimin with a buddy slap on the shoulder and pulls you into a warm hug, which you had not expected at all. You automatically stiffen up, so that the same person lets you go immediately and apologizes hastily for his inappropriate behavior.

At the same time, you want to make it clear that he didn't do anything wrong and you were just a little surprised. Now you both look at each other in an awkward silence and that makes you twoa little embarrassed, which makes Jimin laugh.

"...and may I introduce to you, that is my girlfriend Y/N."

"H-Hey Y/N! Nice to meet you! Jimin has told me so much about you and every time that happens, I got more curious to finally meet you! And when he said, that you'll be in Seoul in the week when I planned to throw my birthday party, I asked him, to please bring you here, so that I can finally get to know you in person. And when you two just showed up with holding hands, I got carried away a bit. Sorry for my overexited hug. But to Jimin's credit I can already say, that he has an exellent taste for amazing girls, like you are.", he says and gives Jimin and you a playful wink.

At this moment, a waitress with wonderfully decorated cocktails on a tray comes past you and Jimin's friend stops this person with a small gesture to give you two a cocktail of your choice. You all thank the waitress before letting her continue her round through the crowd.

Now the host returns his attention to you again.

"I am really happy that you made it to my party and that you-" at that moment he's looking at you with a big smile "... and that you have also agreed to come here! I assume that unfortunately you don't know that many guests here yet. But I can assure you, nobody will bite you here. But if somebody chat you up or so, please inform me or to the security guards, okay? Some of my guests may starts acting like the last idiots when they're drunk, but I don't let them ruin my party." The way he looks at you completely seriously and at the same time gives you an encouraging smile shows you, that he really tries his best to make you feel comfortable here.

You talk for another ten minutes or so, Jimin's friend already makes you laugh here and there with some jokes, so that you pretty fast don't feel like the "new girlfriend of his buddy" anymore. It's his charm that calms you down and you relax more and more with it. You realize, that everything isn't as terrible as you thought it would be.

To your relief, you also realize that your horror imagination is not coming true. Nobody is gawking at you like you're an exotic animal in the zoo. Nobody behaves weird around you and you haven't noticed until now that anyone starts gossiping about you or your relationship with Jimin.

Only one thing seems to be important to everyone. A great atmosphere and thus an unforgettable evening.

You are so engrossed in the conversation that you wince in surprise when someone taps your shoulder gently. You turn around and there is a girl in front of you, already in a bikini and soaking wet. She seems to have come straight out of the pool to you.

"Hey! You're... Y/N, right? I just want to ask you if you would like to come into the pool and play water volleyball with us? We need one more female player for our team, we want to beat the boys!", she says and point into the direction of the pool, where the other players wave with their hands enthusiastically and want to encourage you to play along with them.

Nevertheless, you look back at Jimin, still a little bit uncertain. Your boyfriend gives you an encouraging kiss on the lips and says teasingly: "Don't look at me so questioningly, come along and show them your talent. You can give me your dress and bag."

Before you can decide against it, you quickly slip out of your sandals and pull your summer dress over your head. You already put the bikini on when you still was in the dorm.

The girl who asked you for the game enthusiastically claps her hands together and immediately grabs your wrist to lead you to the pool.

Only in the corner of your eyes you can see how Jimin's jaw drop at your sight and look at you in disbelief.

However, you don't have time to think about his reaction. You are barely in the water and on your official position when the game already starts.

To be honest, you never thought that this afternoon and evening could turn out to be so good and that you just could play with the other games so boisterously. That everyone just treats you as normal like you are and nobody cares how you look.

But you get the first doubts, that everything is not as good as you think, when you see Jimin on the poolside with a less happy expression on his face. You apologize to the others and tell them, that you have to go to your boyfriend for a minute.

"Jimin? Is everything alright? What happens?", you als him, eyebrows drawn together in alarm.

"Y/N, can you come out of the water, please? I need to talk to you," Jimin replies shortly, looking at you intently.

"O-Okay, of course."

When you're about to step out of the water, he already starts to unfold your bath towel. As soon as you get out of the pool, he has put it over your shoulders and gripped your wrist. Without saying a word, he starts moving and pulls you to the door of the terrace and goes back into the house with you. Everything looks like that Jimin wants to drive home from the party prematurely and hastily.

"Jimin? Now tell me, what happened that you seem to want to go home just... now?!", you finally ask him, finding his behavior really questionable.

Your boyfriend just mumbles something incomprehensible, looks around in the hallway until he sprints up the stairs to the first floor with you.

"Jimin, we just can't-"

But the last words of your sentence get stuck in your throat when Jimin seems to have found what he was looking for all the time. The guest room.

He briefly looks around again to make sure that no one has followed you and noticed something about your unauthorized solo-action. Then he grabs the doorknob and quickly pulls you into the room and closes the door behind you.

You just want to start protesting again and ask him for a plausible answer for his behavior. But then you're already being pushed against the door and Jimin's hungry lips are chasing yours.

The kiss is intense and greedy right at the beginning, Jimin's tongue is demanding, doesn't give you any time to understand what's going on.

"Baby, how dare you! These things I said to you when you came out of the guest room in this beautiful and sexy summer dress, I meant them absolutely seriously. How dare you, despite of my warning, to tease me so fucking much?! Then you don't have to be surprised that I can't hold back anymore. And besides that...", growls Jimin in a husky voice between two kisses in your ear.

"...I hate it how all the boys just looked at you all the time. They're speculating whether you were already in a relationship and how they could flirt with you... don't you understand that every guy down there wants you because you're so damn sexy?"

"Wait what, Jimin? I-I don't understand..." you stammer helplessly, your mind is already clouded by these breathtaking kisses Jimin gave you.

Jimin takes a deep breath, acting like he's trying to calm himself down.

"Your bikini, Babygirl. With this damn bikini you drive me crazy and wrap every guy around your little finger without even noticing. Seeing you in such an outfit is a real sin, Baby...", he whispers in your ear.

Let the tip of his nose slide down your neck, inhale your scent, which has such an aphrodisiac effect on him. His hands find their way from your chubby cheeks down to your plush hips and grabs them firmly.

"Fuck, you're so sexy... I love you and your body so damn much that it hurts... I mean... literally!", he growls and rubs his already rock hard erection on your thick thigh.

"You look so damn sexy in this swimsuit and pretend that you have no idea what effect you have on me... and unfortunately also on these other guys down there... it's a shame! I think, I should show you what kind of indecent thoughts you've put in my head with this body, only covered by this little bit of fabric.", comes it panting from Jimin's lips.

He lets the wet towel drop from your shoulders onto the floor and steps a bit away from you to admire your whole beauty to the fullest. A shiver of desire runs down your spine, causing that something, that is all too familiar to you, starts growing in your abdomen. You start to squirm under his intense gaze.

"I'm really wondering who can be responsible for designing such a cute and at the same time so sexy swimsuit. And fuck. It looks incredibly good on you! How can you always wrapping me around your little finger? Hm Baby? Explain it to me...", purrs Jimin dreamily as he lets his hands wander on your big, perfect round ass and grabs it hard.

A whimper leaves your lips whe you feel his mouth on your neck, spreading kisses and is eager to give you enough hickey that everyone will surely see them. Just knowing that he marking you as his, as his girlfriend, makes your pussy even wetter than it already is.

"Don't tell me you're jealous, Jiminie~", you say teasingly, but at the same time you start moaning with closed eyes and furrowed eyebrows. He positions his right leg between your juicy thighs, flexes his thick thigh muscle just at the right moment and rubs it over your clit. Mastering thigh-fucking in a standing position so fucking well should be prohibited.

"Would you rather explain to me how I couldn't get horny and jealous at such a sight... and Baby? Do you like that? Do you like it how I fuck you with my thigh? How well I can stimulate your clit with it? I already can feel how wet you are... isn't that embarrassing for you, how desperate your pussy has become, just from grinding a little bit on my thigh?", he whispers. He doesn't even try to hide his satisfaction.

His words send an electric shock through your body... just the thought that you really look as good in the bikini as you hoped, so that Jimin can think of nothing more than to do dirty things with you. And then other guys also have noticed you, which has made Jimin so jealous, turns you more on at this moment than you would like to admit. You didn't want to make him jealous at all, but fuck... that's just so freaking hot and you could say your "plan" has more than worked out!

His hand travels to your breasts, pulls with a rough yank the top of your bikini over your breasts, a moan are leaving his lips when he see your big, beautiful breasts. Your nipples are already hard and are just waiting to be caressed.

"F-Fuck... Jimin... G-God... I-I need you!", you whimper as he wraps his lips around your left nipple. You grind in his thigh even more, at the end you start riding him.

"So damn desperate... but only for me. Right?"

"Yes, Jimin, yes! O-Only for you. B-But please, I-"

"Hm? What, Babygirl? What do you want? What are you so desperate for, my Dear? Tell me~"

Jimin loves to tease you. He doesn't give you what you need until you spell the dirty words out by yourself. He loves the way you get shy, always starting to stutter in a damn adorable way until those dirty words come over your own lips. He loves it when his good, decent girl says indecent and sinful things. He loves it when you talk dirty to him.

"I-I want your big hard cock in my wet pussy... I-I... Oh god, Jimin... P-Please just fuck me... Please just fuck me like you already imagined...", you whine and bite your lower lip because of all this desire and need in your body. You need his cock in your pussy now.

"Theoretically, you teased me a lot more with this godlike body, right? But we don't have the time for more teasing, I'll stuff your plump, pretty and sweet pussy with my big cock now and gonna fuck you so damn well~ Just look forward to the moment we're back home again... then you will get your well deserved punishment for making me so horny with this sinful outfit.", Jimin promised to you with a dark, lustful gaze.

With his hands on your delicious ass, he leads you from the door to the bed, which is placed on the opposite wall of the room.

"On your hands and feet, I want to fuck your naughty pussy nice and deep from behind. And you know how I loves it, to see your ass cheeks jiggle when I fuck you doggystyle~"

Oh God, now it can't be ans longer just water, that drips through the bottom of your panties onto the floor. Even if you don't want to admit it, his dirty talk and dominant behavior always makes a mess out of you.

In a matter of seconds, you turned your back to him and crawled onto the bed on all fours. For a very short moment you're sorry to ruin the neatly made bed with your still dripping body and the unrestrained sex, that will follow now.

As soon as you have brought yourself into a comfortable and "stable" position, Jimin pulls your bikini panties down with an impatient tug. You moan in anticipation when you feel the cold air on your bare cunt, even starts to wiggle with your ass a bit more, knowing what kind of effect it has on Jimin.

A deep growl leaves his throat when he sees your plump, fluffy pussy lips are coated all over with your arousal. The way your thick ass cheeks jiggle causes that he gives you a hard slap on the your right butt cheek, what makes you whimper.

"Behave, little Girl.", he says quietly from behind with a warning undertone.

But he doesn't fill your needy pussy immediately, he prefers to pull your ass cheeks apart at first, to have a much better view of your cunt. When he spreads your pussy lips with his index and middle finger open and sees your desperately waiting hole, clenching around nothing. Then he also lost his patience.

With uncoordinated movements of his hands, he pulls his shorts and boxers briefs down to his knees, grabs your hips with a firm grip and push himself into your tight pussy without any warning.

A little cry out of surprise and initial pain comes over your lips, but then you remember that you're having sex in a place where you shouldn't (especially not at this early hour!) and pressing your hands on your mouth quickly.

That’s better anyway. When Jimin fucks you hard, there are always noises coming out of your mouth that you never heard before from yourself.

In short: When Jimin fucks you hard, you're loud. Shamefully loud.

Your boyfriend doesn't give you much time to get used to his cock. But after these days you barely need to get used to it anyway, you have been doing it too often for the past few nights.

His thrusts are perfect, absolutely perfect... hard, fast and incredibly deep. Stretching your pussy just in the right way in all perfect places. And the more you can't hold up yourself on your arms because of the pleasure, the more you sag with your upper body onto the mattress.

This changes the angle even more and Jimin fills you up even deeper than before, finding that sweet spot in your body again. That spot that lets you see stars and the desire almost explodes deep inside your abdomen. But only almost.

This here is the best method for Jimin to torture you. Driving you to the edge of lust, but it's still not enough to let you cum.

Jimin loves this sight.

He loves how your chubby body just shows him how well he fucks you. How the soft, plush flesh of your love handles or your ass cheeks jiggle with every hard thrust that his hips gives your plush body.

How plump your pussy lips are, but how fucking tight your hole is, gripping his hard cock so damn well. He loves to places his palm between your thick thighs on your fluffy vulva, so soft because of that delicous extra flesh and toying your clit to elict even more sweet moans and whimpers from your lips.

"O-Oh my God, Jimin! P-Please don't stop, oh god, please don't stop fucking me and rubbing my clit like that! I-I'm gonna... I'm gonna c-cuu-", you moan, scream at the end, but you just can't stop yourself from being fucking loud.

And to be honest, Jimin doesn't want you to mute your voice. Deep inside of him, his little, dirty devil wants everyone down there to know that he's fucking you onto cloud nine.

When you cum, your walls contract so tightly, Jimin can't help but cum too, your pussy literally milks every drop of his cum out of his cock.

With a deep groan shoot Jimin his load deep into your pussy, mark you in the filthiest way possible as his girl.

You two are breathing heavily and have your eyes closed, Jimin lies himself down on your back. His hands slowly relax from the rigid grip on your hip, then he wraps his arms around your soft belly and lets himself fall to one side together with you, before he becomes too heavy for you.

In the following minutes your breath regulates themself and a certain silence gradually returns to the room. Only the dull bass of the music from outside breaks the silence, accompanied by laughter when someone jumps into the pool, screaming.

Jimin has softened and now slides out of you easily. You can feel the mattress sink under his weight as he gets up and goes into the guest bathroom to get a soft, wet washcloth for you.

He quietly asks you to turn yourself on your back. He gently opens your legs and carefully cleans the mess between your thighs, trying his best to get you rid of his cum. After all, you want to stay a few more hours after this... Quickie? Can you call his here a Quickie?

It takes a moment for you both to straighten your clothes and hair so that no one can immediately see that you had wild sex less than 15 minutes ago.

Jimin is about to unlock the door when you grab his wrist.

"Jimin, let's be honest. No more strange jealousy actions today, okay?"

Jimin turns to you, looks at you thoughtfully until a cute smirk forms on his lips.

"Jealousy? I don't know that word, not anymore after I've marked your beautiful neck and chest all in detail. Now everyone will know that you're my girl!", says Jimin and gives you a quick kiss on the cheek.

You roll with your eyes and look back at him, pretty annoyed.

"Jimin!"

"Yes, yes, Honey. I know... I know that I have to work on my jealousy problem...", Jimin says in a reassuring voice and looks at you seriously, showing you, that he understood what you mean.

"... but still you can't deny that you like it when I give you hickeys. When I visited you last time, I saw you proudly and satisfied admired my love bites in the mirror!", he reply with a mischievous and playful smirk.

"Oh god Jimin, you're going to shatter my last nerves!", you grumble and shoo him through the door.

You hate it that you can barely be mad at him over a longer time!

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Chapter Three - Black Butterflies and Deja Vu

wow i actually am posting something crazy for anyone that hasnt caught up yet my name is elliot now ✌

also I uh kinda wrote this wrong the first time I wanted to write this from akaashi's pov but forgot and wrote the first scene from suga's but then decided to scrap that so if anyone's interested in seeing suga's pov i still have the doc?? i might post that

anyway enoy sorry for any typos I tried to proofread

Akaashi walked into the familiar auditorium they’d been in the previous week--he was early, but it was reason enough to get everyone seats. It was the semi-finals, so there weren’t very many open seats, but it was first come first serve. Bokuto was getting food, while the other two would meet them there soon. Hiraku was babysitting her nephew but she’d be there in time. Elliot admitted they were running late because they were dyeing their hair. He was excited to see their new look

“Akaashi!” Bokuto exclaimed, sitting next to him. “Here, I got pocky. I kinda didn’t bring a ton of money though so I got one to split with Elliot and you can share with Hiraku if she wants some!”

He was beaming, but Akaashi sighed. He was beaming over the almond pocky, but Hiraku was allergic to almonds. Not bad, so she could be around it, but she couldn’t eat it. They’d all just wash their hands later and be fine. “Sorry to tell you, Bokuto, but that’s the one thing Hiraku is allergic to.”

He stared for a moment, processing. Then he sighed, hanging his head. “I remembered almonds, I thought she liked them.”

“It’s the thought that counts. She likes strawberry, so just take this and share with her.”

“Akaashi, you're a genius, thank you!”

He smiled and shook his head, turning back around to look for Elliot and Hiraku. Not more than a minute later, the two walked down the aisle, laughing about something. He loved his laugh, honestly--he knew how love-struck Bokuto was, but all he saw was Elliot.

“Afternoon, boys,” he said, almost sarcastically. Akaashi smiled—the now bright-purple hair was a good contrast to their previous black. With the way they styled it, he almost wanted to reach out and run his hand through it. It looked…fluffy, almost? Like purple clouds.

“You alright, Akaashi?” Hiraku asked, taking the seat closest to the aisle. A bit rude, maybe, but the only open seat left for Elliot was next to him. What was she playing at? “You’re gonna catch flies if you leave your jaw open.”

“Fine, yeah—I’m fine.” He nodded, smiling awkwardly as Elliot sat next to him. Hiraku shot him a knowing look.

So she was playing at something. Dammit. This wouldn’t go over well, would.

The four of them sat around talking as more people walked in—Akaashi noticed Bokuto and Hiraku were off in their own little world, talking about whatever it was they were talking about. There went his savior from awkward conversation.

“I, uh—I like the hair, El.”

“Thanks, man—mom did it for me earlier, it just ran a little longer than expected. I wasn’t late though!”

“No you weren’t,” he chuckled, looking down to play with his fingers. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see him smiling, and he smiled too. But it was hard not to embarrass himself. Not with how much he was thinking about his every move.

The announcer stepped out onstage—just in time, too, so he didn’t have to talk anymore. She started talking about how hard all the bands had been working and that no matter who won, that everyone was doing amazingly, that usual garble. She worked the crowd a little to get everyone more excited, then called for the first band to go onstage.

The frontman introduced himself as Miya Atsumu and the rest of the band’s names. He thanked everyone for coming and they started playing.

Akaashi noted how their lead and backing vocals blended--considering the two looked so similar, they were probably brothers. Maybe twins. Their bassist played well and kept a good count for everyone. As did their drummer. He looked very monotone, however, and didn’t put as much energy into what he was doing as their frontman, which probably would fare well with the judges. But, to each their own.

“They’re good,” Elliot mumbled to himself. He saw him picking at his nails again, rather than playing with the rings he was wearing. That’s what they were for, more so than plain jewelry. He constantly needed something to play with, just like how he played with his fingers when he was nervous.

In a moment of boldness, he grabbed the hand closest to him, preventing them from picking at it anymore. Their hands were cold, but his warmer ones balanced that out well. He leaned closer to their ear and said, barely loud enough to hear: “you’re better.”

He didn’t get enough time to look at their faces because the song ended and they started clapping. He knew the next performance, however, was what they were looking for. They’d mentioned the other day that one of his friends from middle school was in the band pitted against The Foxes.

The curtain closed again and the announcer came back onstage. No one in their band paid attention, however, because Elliot spoke up. “This is my friend Koushi’s band! I forget what he said it was, but I know this is going to be good. He’s the bassist. We used to play together all the time in middle school.”

Their anxious expression melted into excitement as the curtain flew open and the announcer yelled out: “introducing Fly!” Akaashi smiled. At least they were having fun.

They waved to their friend who locked eyes and smiled at them. He looked nervous, too, but who wouldn’t be? He didn't blame him.

They started playing--there was energy all over the stage. The moment the drummer counted them in, he could see how well they blended. It took them a moment or two to fall into sync (not that they sounded bad at first, just needed to work out some nerves), but when they did, they sounded amazing. Their voices blended, no one person sounded too loud over the other, there were complicated (but not overly-so) bass and guitar riffs throughout the first verse--

Things backed off a lot through the chorus. It was more basic and less of a punk rock-feel, but it made everything seem more personal.

I lose my voice when I look at you Can't make a noise though I'm trying to Tell you all the right words Waiting on the right words Just another lovesick afternoon Black butterflies and déjà vu Hoping for the right words Waiting for the right words

This pattern followed through the rest of the song, save the final chorus. It was like an eruption of noise that sounded like they were having fun.

Akaashi looked at Elliot again. He was smiling from ear to ear--much different than they were a couple of minutes ago. They had the kind of smile that made everyone else around them smile--their laughter had that effect on him, too. The way they stared with wide eyes as they watched the lights and listened to everything happening--he knew this is what they loved about music. The ability to perform for people that were there to see you and were interested in what you had to say. He’d never been one for the main stage, but he loved seeing his friends do what they were the happiest about.

The final notes rang out and the crowd erupted into cheers. All four boys onstage grinned from ear to ear, coming to the front to all bow together, then ran off. That would be his friends tomorrow, and he would be in the wings, waiting for them.

“That was so AMAZING!” Elliot exclaimed, standing as the house lights came back on. He and Bokuto started talking over each other, excitedly talking about the two bands they’d just watched. It was always funny seeing his two best friends get excited together--Elliot wasn't the easiest person to get excited, but when he was, it was hard not to feel the same thing.

“Wait! Guys, guy--what if we went to go say hi? Can we?”

“We should!”

“More people?”

“Suck it up, Hiraku, they’re musicians at least. You’ve got something in common.” Akaashi chuckled. “Alright, let’s head out and go say hi.”

♬♬♬

“Koushi!” Elliot yelled, making a run for him when they saw the band standing outside, packing up the cars they brought. “Koushi, that was amazing!”

Bokuto, Hiraku, and Akaashi followed behind him, Hiraku mumbling something about how he was rarely this excited about seeing people. Granted, none of them (besides Bokuto) liked people very much, so it was nice to see that they were excited about something.

“Thanks! Guys, this is my friend Elliot I mentioned!” their friend Suga piped up. “You brought friends?”

“Yeah, this is the band we started. After I got here, it was a lot of having like...one friend but then we managed to convince some other people to join us. Anyway, this is Bokuto, who I started with and our drummer, Akaashi who’s our manager, and Hiraku who’s our pianist and kinda doubles for bass.”

By this point, two of the guys from Sugawara’s band walked over. “Suga has friends besides us? I'm impressed!” said the shorter of the two. “I'm Nishinoya, this is Asahi. Daichi’s...back there somewhere talking to Kiyoko. What’d you guys think of the song?”

“It was incredible, honestly. Did one of you write it or…?”

“We all do our parts, but Suga did most of the work with the lyrics,” Asahi said. “It’s one of my favorites we’ve ever done.”

“We’ve got better ones…” Sugawara mumbled, scratching the back of his neck and looking at the ground. “Either way, I’ll admit it’s fun to play.”

Within a couple of minutes, the other two from Fly! came to join in the conversation. Akaashi took that as a cue to step to the side, as he usually did in larger group conversations. He preferred to listen rather than speak, anyway.

It was rare to see Elliot so involved with something. He tended to take a little charge at practice, but whenever they were out anywhere with people he didn't know, he’d clam up and use Bokuto as a shield. Now, he was talking with people and enjoying his time. It was...almost impressive. And definitely new.

However, he found his gaze kept following Elliot’s. He wasn’t involved in the whole conversation, but more looking for Sugawara to guide him through it. Rather than Bokuto, he was his crutch right now. He never minded with Bokuto because he knew about how he felt, but this was something new. Someone new, and he didn’t like it.

“You’re staring,” Hiraku mumbled next to him. “At Suga. And the resting face isn’t helping.”

“I know what you're getting at--”

“You’re jealous.”

“There it is.”

Hiraku sighed. “The mutual pining is getting old, dude. You better buck up and ask them out before someone else has the chance to.”

He followed her look to Suga who had their arm on Elliot's shoulder, standing on his toes in an attempt to be taller. With anyone else, it would have been funny, but it just made him that much more irritated.

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Dark Days (Rhys&Tim)

Okay so I wrote this one-shot of Timothy going to work for Atlas after being rescued from the casino and forming a friendship with Rhys, and I felt like dabbling in that AU a bit tonight. So here, have a non-proofread one-shot of Rhys being a good friend to Timothy!! (I’m functioning with half a brain cell tonight, pls excuse any typos)

Rhys had been a bit hesitant about hiring Jack’s doppelganger at first, but he had to admit, he was grateful the vault hunters brought Timothy here after rescuing him from the casino.

Even now, he gathered up the paperwork from his most recent presentation- paperwork Tim had put together for him at the cost of another all-nighter. All the information was thorough and well-researched though, and Rhys’ potential investors had been impressed.

Rhys would have to find some way to thank Tim. A day off, maybe? Though Tim never seemed to enjoy them, despite all his complaining about work.

Something else, then. Maybe it’d be better to just ask Tim what he wanted. He didn’t seem to care much for a pay raise or vacation time, so that always left Rhys a bit puzzled on how to reward him for his hard work at Atlas.

Rhys’ ECHO pinged with a new message. He finished putting his paperwork together before taking the ECHO and checking the message from Zer0.

Zer0: Went by your office/Timothy had your booze out/Better go stop him

Zer0: :(

Rhys’ heart sank at the message. Tim had struggled to adjust at first, always jumpy and on-edge after everything he’d been through. But over time, he’d settled in and even seemed to thrive a bit, becoming a good friend to Rhys.

Still, from time to time, he had his dark days. There were days, rare as they were becoming, where Rhys or Zer0 would find Tim drowning himself in whatever booze he could manage to pinch from Rhys’ office.

It was hard to catch him before he got too shitfaced. He knew their schedules well enough to sneak his way in with enough time to get through the majority of a bottle before he was found.

Zer0 must’ve gone off his schedule for the day to find him so early. Rhys hurried out of the meeting room, connecting a feed to his assistant.

“Hey, cancel my next meeting. Something came up,” he said. “Possibly the meetings for the rest of the day. And send the biggest bottle of ibuprofen you can find to my office.”

He thought he might need it more than Tim. Rather safe than sorry when it came to dealing with Tim’s dark days.

Rhys understood them, though. He’d been a Hyperion employee, after all. He knew the work environment even without Jack breathing down your neck. He couldn’t imagine working directly for Jack, being forced into non consensual surgeries to alter your body and personality, and then being locked in a casino for seven years with angry victims trying to kill you the whole time. No one was surprised that Tim’s mental health took sharp turns for the worst some days.

The worst part was that Rhys didn’t even know what triggered these moods in Tim. Once Tim sobered up, he didn’t like to talk about it, just laughing it off and assuring it wouldn’t happen again, the lie easy on his tongue every time.

Rhys reached his office, out of breath from hurrying along. He made a mental note to put exercise equipment in his office so this stopped happening, recalled how horrifyingly buff Vaughn had become after doing that, and scratched the idea.

He pushed on the door, but it was locked. Tim must’ve realized Zer0 saw him in here.

Rhys put in the passcode and the door opened. Tim didn’t look up from where he sat at Rhys’ desk, drink in hand.

“Well, at least you didn’t drink straight from the bottle this time. You know that grosses me out,” Rhys said, shutting the door.

“You’re out of breath. You should exercise more, Mr. CEO,” Tim said, staring down at the nearly empty glass of whiskey. He reached out and filled it back up.

Rhys put his hand over it as Tim started to lift it towards his mouth. He glanced at the bottle, relieved to see he’d gotten here before Tim got too deep into it.

“You have a meeting,” Tim said.

“I cancelled it,” Rhys said. He sat in the chair across from Tim. “What’s wrong, Timothy?”

“Nothing,” he said. “Just unwinding after a long day. We’ve done it before.”

Rhys usually tried to avoid having drinks with Tim when he could, not wanting to encourage this exact behavior. “Not often.”

“Go have your meeting, Rhys.” Tim sounded exhausted. “I’m fine. I’ll only have one or two, I promise.”

“Don’t lie,” Rhys said sharply. “Not to me, Timothy. Please.”

Tim looked pained for a moment. “Right. Sorry.”

“Is it because I overworked you?” Rhys said anxiously. Had he been pushing Tim too hard? Tim always insisted he didn’t mind the all-nighters so long as he got to take it easy the next day and break for a nap if he wanted to. But what if that was a lie? What if Rhys was taking advantage of Tim?

“What? No,” Tim said in surprise. “No, Rhys, I’m not overworked. I mean, yea, paperwork sucks. But it’s not…” He shook his head. “No, I’m not. I swear. Seriously, you’re the only boss I know who gives me the greenlight to nap whenever I feel like it.”

“Then...what?” Rhys said, feeling lost. For as close as he and Tim had gotten, he sometimes felt so distant from the other man.

“It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.” Tim abandoned the drink, a bit reluctantly, and gestured to the door. “You want to grab lunch since you cancelled your meeting?”

“You’re deflecting,” Rhys said. He knew he shouldn’t push Tim, but he was worried about his friend. “Timothy, you can trust me. I just want to help.”

“I’m fine,” Tim said, smiling. It was so genuine looking that only the anxious twitch of his fingers gave him away.

“You don’t have to be fine,” Rhys said. “You can be upset. I’m your friend, Timothy. I’m not going to judge you for having hard days with what you went through.”

“Dammit, Rhys, I said I’m fine,” Tim snapped, his tone that gruff, angry one Jack got. His eyes widened at his own outburst and he raked a shaking hand through his hair. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to- I’m sorry.”

Rhys got up. Tim hung his head miserably.

Instead of leaving, though, Rhys went around the desk and put his arms around Tim. Tim jerked in surprise.

“Is this okay?” Rhys said nervously.

“It’s weird,” Tim said, but he was smiling weakly. “Definitely weird.”

“But not bad?”

“No, not bad. Awkward, but not bad.”

“Bring it in, big guy.”

“Sure, dad.”

Rhys rolled his eyes, but was relieved when Tim actually hugged him back. For as comfortable as he’d gotten around here, he was still very weird about physical contact. Rhys, who was a known hugger, always thought of it as a win when Tim let him get close like this.

He hugged him for a long moment before slowly pulling away. “Better?”

“Only if you ruffle my hair and call me sport,” Tim said, snickering when Rhys whacked him in the arm.

Rhys sat on the desk, facing Tim. “Timothy, I’m serious. I worry about you. I know you don’t do it often anymore, but it still worries me and Zer0 when you binge drink like this. It’s not a good way to deal with things. We’re your friends, and we just want to help you.”

“I’m dealing with it,” Tim said.

“Drinking yourself into a blackout isn’t a good way to deal with it,” Rhys said.

Tim pressed the heels of his palms to his forehead. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m so goddamn weak. I’m sorry!”

Rhys grabbed his cybernetic hand, not wanting him to hurt himself with it. “You are not weak. I couldn’t even make it from my meeting to my office without running out of breath.”

Tim didn’t take the bait for a joke. Instead, he squeezed his eyes shut.

“They asked me to go with them. That’s all it took to make me- Oh, fuck, Rhys, every time I think I’m getting better, I end up here,” he said, his voice raw with pain.

Rhys put a hand on his shoulder. “Who asked you to go with them?”

Tim swallowed hard and opened his eyes, staring at his cybernetic hand. “The guys I was working on that prototype proposal with. They were going to a c-casino.” His breath hitched on the word and he curled his fingers against his palm, looking torn that he couldn’t actually feel any of it. “And it was like I was suddenly back there. I couldn’t escape the thoughts. I tried. I really did. But it gets too much and I can’t stop it. I don’t know how else to make it stop.”

Rhys pulled him close again. “You’re not weak for that. You were locked in there for seven years, constantly in fear for your life. You’ve done an incredible job healing yourself after everything. It’s okay if some wounds never go away.”

“I want to be better,” he whispered.

Rhys pushed his shoulders back and looked into Tim’s eyes. The milky white of his blind one was always disconcerting, and it reminded Rhys of just how much horror and pain he’d endured from Jack.

“Timothy, stop being so hard on yourself. You let me hug you twice just now. When you first came here, you wouldn’t even let me high-five you. You didn’t even shake my hand when the vault hunters introduced us. You couldn’t bear to let anyone touch you because you thought they’d hurt you. You are better. I see it, even if you don’t. I’m proud of how far you��ve come,” he said.

Tim wiped at his eyes. “I can’t decide if you sound like a dad or a therapist. I’ve never had either in my life, so I need a little more time to sort that one out.”

Rhys laughed a little. “I’m being serious, Timothy. Stop pushing yourself so hard. We can find other ways when it gets to be too much. But you have to let me help you. I want to help you. You’re my friend. You’re also my employee, and I owe you a thanks for all your hard work. So pick any reward you want and it’s yours.”

Tim glanced at the unfinished whiskey. But then he looked back to Rhys.

“Can we get pizza and watch a movie tonight? That’s all I want,” he said.

Rhys took out his ECHO and connected the feed to his secretary. “Cancel my meetings for the rest of the day.”

“I said tonight!” Tim said.

“You wanted to get lunch though, right? Let’s go have lunch and then take a walk around the city,” Rhys said. “I need the exercise and you need the air. Then pizza and movie it is.”

“Thank you, Rhys,” Tim said quietly. “I’m still debating on the whole dad or therapist thing, but you’re definitely my friend. Probably the best one I’ve ever had.”

“I’m...not entirely sure there was much competition,” Rhys said.

Tim grinned, just a little. “What, you don’t think my Elpis companions were tough to beat for that spot?”

“Not at all. Still, I’m glad to hear it,” Rhys said, getting up and holding a hand out to Tim.

Tim grabbed it and allowed Rhys to haul him to his feet. They left the whiskey on the desk, both knowing Zer0 would take care of it because he didn’t like to see Tim binge drink.

Rhys put a hand on Tim’s shoulder as they left the office. Tim didn’t even tease him or shrug him off; he found himself relieved at the contact, to be honest.

He was still struggling with adjusting after what he’d been through. But Rhys was always patient, and he meant it when he said Rhys was the best friend he’d ever had. He couldn’t be more grateful to have Rhys by his side, especially on his dark days.

#borderlands #timothy lawrence #borderlands rhys #rhys strongfork #borderlands fic #My writing

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deltastorm101 · 3 years

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So, I tried to calculate Control...

... and its Epic Games deal, with the help of my certified smooth brain™ and probably incorrect sources. I started this last night hella tired and with a headache, I have finished it up today hella tired and with a headache, and this is what I produced: bullshit! :D But hey, at least double checked bullshit that’s open for discussion and contribution and expansion. Also, I probably won’t list the sources because a) I’m lazy and b) I didn’t have to dig thaaat deep down to find all this so if you really wanna know you could probably hit google with it as well. Anyhow here we go lol So, the initial thought which got all of this rolling was the 2020-wrap-up-post Remedy linked on their twitter, and Epic’s linked publishing announcement in it: studios Remedy, Playdead and GenDesign will release their next next-gen games with Epic. Now, we all know Remedy are working on some sort of Alan Wake-ish thing as we speak (right? right?? god I hope so), which meanssss our boy will most likely be an Epic exclusive. Which makes me kinda sad because, well. I’m deep in Steam’s ass. Hell, I waited for Control for a full year before I played it because they can pry the Steam version from my cold dead hands. So I asked myself... was it worth it for them? How much money did they throw at Remedy (and 505 Games) to have them play along? Would they have reached more people from the get-go if they had released it on Steam right away? Did the individual programmer, designer, writer, artist, person behind it profit from this at all? (Also, like, about the rights and copyright thing,,,,, you’d think they could have learned from Alan Wake and its IP belonging to Microsoft and so not really being able to do anything more with it because they don’t ‘own’ it and shit) buuut anyway that’s not the point of this post, now it’s time to do some MATH BABEY

Ok, let’s start with some things we know. Facts. Figures. Data. Turns out my initial question, how much money was involved, could be answered by doing one (1) google search: according to Wikipedia, Epic gave Remedy and 505 Games €9.49mio. The total budget for the game was €26.9mio over the course of 3 years of development. We know that as of December 2020, over 2mio copies of the game were sold, with November 2020 being the best-selling month ever since its initial release in August 2019. This is where question 1) comes into play: how many of those 2 million copies were sold in 2019 and how many in 2020? Stay tuned, I think I found out.

We know that Remedy gets to keep 45% of the revenue, which, I assumed, means that 505 keeps the remaining 55% (probably a lot more going on there but shhh). We know that Control’s sales cooked up €17.84mio in 2019 (so months September – December), €17.7mio of those in the first month alone (O.O). Side note: because it came out at the very end of August, I’ll ignore that month and declare September the first sales month.

We know that 60% of sales in 2019 were digital ones (aka Epic Store, mostly), 40% physical ones (consoles PS4 and XB1), while in 2020, only 10% of sales were physical and a whopping 90% digital; which is people on Epic who wanted to get their hands on the first DLC and – you guessed it – the Steam release of the Ultimate Edition in August 2020.

Which begs question 2): what’s bigger, 60% of 2019 sales because ‘ooh shiny new game’, or 90% of 2020 sales because ‘yay steam release’? The answer may look obvious, but you have to take into account the dropping price, which I also researched for your pleasure and enjoyment.

For this I used a German website called idealo.de, which focuses on looking for the best deals for basically anything you can buy on the internet, and it also gives you diagrams that describe at which point in time the product was at which exact price. This is what it gave me: - release price: €60 - December 2019: €41 (PS4)/€44 (XB1) - mid-2020: €30 - Ultimate Edition release: €30 - December 2020: €14 (PS4)/€18 (XB1)/€30 (Ultimate Editions) At this point I was like “lol hold on i need chocolate for this cuz i’ll be here for some time *sweating*”

To continue this mess™, I see more questions: 3) How many employees does Remedy have, which positions do they work in and what are their salaries? 4) How many employees does 505 have, which positions and salaries do they have? 5) What’s the total revenue that Control has generated so far?

And also some more stuff like, are my numbers accurate, am I even grasping these concepts correctly, are there even more people involved or am I just trying to explain complete crap (yes) but let’s just ignore all of that shall we. At that point I went “oh shit what have i gotten myself into, this screen does not get my point across, i need pen and paper” and you know shit is gonna go DOWN when I do math on paper.

My paper math birthed the following calculation:

Following this up, we can calculate the end-of-2019 sales, if we set the price for September and October to €60, for November and December to approx. €45:

Now, you might notice that one of those numbers is big and the other is HUGE. Why might that be? Well...

- Covid19: everyone stayed at home and needed video games to play - More sale months of the year, naturally - dropping price: why get it for €60 when you can get it for 20 - Ultimate Edition: why buy it in June when you get more content in August aaaand... - it comes out on Steam.

With this in mind, let’s see what questions we can answer: 1) 661,110 copies in 2019; 1,338,889 copies in 2020 2) 60% digital sales in 2019 means 396,666 Epic copies; 90% digital sales in 2020 means 1,205,000 copies – most of it from Steam? Some of it? A good chunk? The bigger chunk? There’s no way of really knowing for sure but... you could read this into it. I definitely am. 3) Google told me Remedy had a little over 250 employees at the end of 2019... 4) ... and 505 has less than 100. I found no good sources for this, I think linkedin said 37, someone else said 50. I’ll just use the 50 figure, idk. No idea man. and for 5) I’ll contradict my point that the Steam release is what knocked the sales out of the park and assume that the number of sold copies stayed the same across all 12 months of 2020, which gives us this:

Ok and now we’re getting into the most dangerous of danger zones because I have no idea how companies or capitalism work, so for educated people™, the remaining calculations might read like a toddler wrote them; I apologize profusely and hereby present last night’s brain vomit:

As stated earlier, development took 3 years, but everyone wanted to get paid in 2020 as well so let’s use 4 years to find out the salaries, which is 48 months. Let’s assume the utopian idea that every employee on the line here gets the exact same amount of money (LOL ikr but shhhh, let’s live out our dirtiest equality fantasies for a second ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)). Which would mean...

And now without the Epic Deal™:

Quod erat demonstrandum. Remedy has been selling their souls to Epic for €350 a month since 2017. (I don’t mean this as maliciously as I’m making it sound, don’t worry xD)

OKAY SO, O B V I O U S L Y, I have not the slightest idea what on earth I’m talking about so read this like you’d read a good fanfiction. We don’t know the different salaries across the different positions (and genders HAH), we don’t know if other parties were involved, I’ve completely ignored the sum that Epic themselves get, I have ignored taxes, I don’t know if my numbers are accurate (they’re definitely not I mean 505 must have more employees than 50), if I made mistakes (yes), and also somewhere along the way I forgot to use the €26.9mio budget figure because, uuh, I have no idea where to use it, what it means, where did it come from, where did it go, cotton eye joe - but oh well, I’m not starting over, take it or leave it.

So... I can now officially say I have written hot steamy economics fic xD Man I put waaay too much time into this but damn was it fun. Good three-hour-deep-dive (two of them spent munching on chocolate half-asleep listening to psytrance to keep my brain twitchy). Real-life-theorizing. Fuck capitalism. Don’t do drugs. Pet a cat. Wear your mask. Call your grandparents.

If there’s typos in this I’m sorry but also I’m not, I can’t be bothered to proofread again lol. Goodnight imma catch up on the sleep I lost. Gotta love full moons

#this is the first post in ages in which i used punctuation and capitalization are you proud of me xD #dw it won’t stay like this #control #control remedy #alan wake #ok now go yell at me how stupidly wrong and dumb this is i’m ready #do you think my old math teacher would be proud #i think so #my economics teacher... not so much

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ethereal-lix · 5 years

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Do You Trust Me?

A/N: ahhhhh okay, so i wasnt sure how to end this or how to get the transitions right, but this has been sitting in my drafts for like 2 months and i really wanted to put this out soooo my apologies if its terrible.. it hasnt been proofread so im sorry for the mistakes and typos

This wasnt requested, but i was thinking of turning this into a little series?? i have one written for Minho and i have an idea for Chan and Woojin.

Feedback is always appreciated !!

Pairing: Crush! Felix x reader, Best Friend! Woojin x reader, A little bit of Han and Chan. This is gender neutral.

heres a link to a Chan imagine i wrote Seungmin imagine

“Hey Woojin” you greet as you open the door to his and Chans shared bedroom, “can I talk to you for a moment please?”

“Yeah, of course, what’s up?” He questions.

“So you know how I was telling you that haven’t had my first kiss yet right?” You mumble out.

“Yeahhh” he draws out waiting for you to respond, “what about it?”

“Well I heard from, an unnamed source, that Felix may or may not like me back?” You say with your voice going up two octaves at the end of your sentence. He looks at you with a glint of amusement in his eyes. “I guess I was wondering if it’s true? I mean I know I should probably go to him, but I’m too scared and I trust you, so I was hoping that you can either confirm or deny this statement for me please?”

“You know that i dont know if he likes you, right? I’m not Felix, i can’t tell you how he feels, only he can do that. But i can confirm that he does enjoy spending time with you. So why dont you go and ask him yourself.” Woojin explained putting slight emphasises on ‘can’. You give him a playful side eye and sat down on his bed. “Please Woojin, give me something to work with here! i’m drowning in my feelings and i dont want to go over to him and pour my heart out to find out that he only likes me as a friend. If i confess, i want to go in knowing that my chances are high, and you’re my only option here.” You said, while playing with your fingers.

“Y/N, i cant really help you. What if Felix came in here and asked me if you liked him? Would you want him to find out from me and not you?”

You sat there and thought about it for a second, “Yes!” you exclaimed throwing your hands in the air for dramatic effect. “Yes, i would, cause then that would give him the courage to walk up to me and tell me how he feels, and therefore save me from having to say anything.”

Woojin sat there and looked at you while he processed what you just told him. “Y/N, that literally makes no sense. Now get up, walk over to Felix, and tell him how you feel. Its best to tell him now, instead of later. Let’s say that he doesnt like you back, you’re just prolonging the awkward phase of your friendship, and if he does like you back, you’re wasting your time sitting here complaining about how he doesnt like you back when you could be on a date with him.” Woojin got up and grabbed your hands pulling you off his bed. “Now, go tell him how you feel.” He whispered in your ear before pushing you out his door and locking it so you cant walk back in.

You sigh and start walking towards the living room when you see that Han is in his room. You stop and smile peaking your head through the door, “Heyyy Han-” “No, y/n go talk to Felix. I love you and all, and i’m all for listening to you vent and help with your problems, but you pining over my best friend doesnt really count as a problem, and you need to confess already.” Han says while standing to kiss your forehead and then close the door. “This is for your own good!” You heard hand muffle through the closed door. You huff and start the dreaded walk to find Felix.

You checked every room in the dorm twice before you gave up and sat on the couch next to Chan with a defeated sigh. “No luck i finding Felix?” Chan snickers. You look at him from the side of your eye, “No, and i checked every room. Twice.” Chan giggles again before he completely turns to you. “Okay, not going to lie, i knew he wasnt home when i told you to check the backyard. I just wanted to see if you were actually going to confess, and it looks like you are. Which by the way, is really good, im proud of you. Felix went to the store. He left like right after you went to go talk to Woojin. He should be back any minute now.” “Chan!!” You yelled, hitting his arm. “You really let me walk around looking for a boy who wasnt even in the house?!”

“Well, i thought you wouldve known that he wasnt here if he wasnt in Changbins room, but you were so lost in your thoughts that you didnt notice. I’m sorry, that was kinda mean, but also funny.” You and Chan laughed before Felix and Minho opened the door. “Oh my gosh, about time! I thought i was going to die of starvation!” Chan yelled dramatically while getting up to get the bags from Minho and Felix. “Sorry, Minho just had to stop and look at every isle in the store.” Felix replied while giving Minho a playful push. “Anyway, Y/N, wanna go to my room and help me with this choreo?” Felix gives you a small smile, while Minho and Chan share a knowing glance behind him. “Of course, Lix.” You get up and walk to his room.

After about 30 minutes of watching Felix dance, he stopped and sat down to catch his breath. You two made small talk while you tried to gather the courage to confess to Felix.

“Hey, Lix, you okay?” You question.

“Yeah, but uh, i do have a question.” He sightly stutters out.

“Whats up?” you look him in the eyes silently encouraging him to continue.

Felix takes a deep breath, “Do you trust me y/n?” “Yeah, of course.” You trail off wondering where this was going. “Okay, good.” He gets up and rummages through his drawers before he finds a bandana and walks back to you. “I’m going to tie this around your eyes okay?”

“Felix, i swear to god, if you put a bug in my hand i will punch you.” Felix laughs as he sit down in front of you and you adjust yourself so you’re facing him, “Dont worry, y/n, if i were going to do that, i wouldnt use a bug, id give you a snake. Besides, you said that you trust me, i wouldnt do that to you. I know you dont like bugs, or snakes. Although its very tempting, i wouldnt do it.” Felix stated as he finished tying the bandana around your eyes. “If for whatever reason you want me to take the bandana off, just say so okay?” Felix breathed. You gulped as you nodded your head, palms getting sweaty.

You heard Felix let out a ragged breath before you felt the bed dip, indicating that he was leaning forward. “Are you okay?” He asks, at this point hes so close to you, you can feel his breath fanning over your face. “Yeah” you mumbled out. Felix took one last deep, but hesitant breath before he leaned in all the way and gently connected his lips with yours. Once his lips connected with yours you placed your hands on the back of his neck pulling him closer to you.

After a few more seconds, Felix pulled away and took the bandana off, resting his forehead against yours. “That was nice.” He giggled breathlessly biting his bottom lip. “Yeah, it was.” You smiled and pulled him in for another kiss.

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heartofsnark · 6 years

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Breakfast In Bed

Note: Y’all can blame @babamitsu for this one. Her tags on my NSFW Alphabet for Baba made me want to actually write this. I don’t know when your b-day is, is it literally a few hours after you reblogged that thing from me? Cause, here this is. Also, I wasn’t a hundred percent sure on whether or not to include him kinda eating her out after he came inside of her, cause that’s a squick for some people. But, I don’t personally get why, so I hope that’s not a problem. If it is I guess I can take it out or whatever. Also, probably typos, cause I don’t proofread and I am literally posting this right after I wrote it.

Summary: MC decides to give Baba breakfast in bed…it’s her pussy. Subtly isn’t my strong-suit.

Pairing: Baba/MC (Or any cis female, really)

Word Count: 1740 (Sorry it’s kind of short)

Warnings: Cunnilingus, Face Sitting, Slight Somniphillia (but not really), Penetrative Sex, Over-stimulation, Morning Sex, Creampie, Eating out a Creampied Pussy, It’s Baba being a cheeseball who’s great at eating pussy. Baba and MC continue to be grossly in love with each other.

She stares at the alarm clock, the early morning hour blinking at her. Nerves bubble inside of her. Is she really going to do this? She’s not sure why it makes her so anxious, Baba asked for this and it’s not like they haven’t done kinky stuff before. She waited a few days after he made mention of this particular fantasy, wanting it to be a bit of a surprise. Was that the best idea? Surprise, good morning, eat me out! Something about it feels inherently selfish, but Baba has made it particularly clear how much he enjoys being between her thighs. No, she decided to do this, she’s going to do it.

Baba sleeps beside her, just the sight of him seems to make her nerves fade a little more. He’s sprawled out on his back, having rolled over when she managed to escape his arms. She’s just happy he didn’t wake, usually he’s up the second he can’t feel her close to him. They’re both naked from last nights activities, the soft morning light drifts in, casting his face in a soft glow. On pure instinct, she reaches out and brushes the silky strands of hair off of his face. His expression twitches, but he doesn’t wake. He must have been extremely tired, content he’s not stirring right away, she places a gentle kiss on his lips before moving herself up.

Her hands grip the headboard as she tries to position herself, trying to keeps her knees on either side of his head without touching him right away. Finally, her pussy his hovering just above a sleeping Baba’s face. Just the idea turns her on, she can feel herself getting wet. Now, to wake him up.

How should she do that? Should she say something? Should she just start grinding? What is the social protocol of waking your boyfriend up by sitting on his face?

She yelps, her thoughts interrupted by a small nip on her inner thigh, then soothed over by a lick.

“Good morning to you too, princess.” His breath tickles her skin as he speaks.

“You were awake this entire time, weren’t you?” She asks, resting her bright red face against the headboard.

“Mmhmm,” he hums against her skin, “you’re so cute, getting up early just to get me breakfast, I’m a lucky man.”

His hands run up over her outer thighs and hips, tightening his grip on her before pulling her down onto his face. A loud moan escapes her, his tongue makes contact with her. He runs the flat of his tongue along her slit, teasing her lips while his nose bumps against her clit. Whimpers and moans keep escaping her, just the littlest touch drives her crazy. His grips keeps her from lifting off of his face, but she’s can still grind against him. It’s not a conscious decision, each bit of pleasure makes her squirm and move her hips.

He’s teasing her, keeping a slow pace to start, his tongue focused on the lips of her pussy. Never venturing more than a small dip inside of her. His moans and groans of lust vibrate against her skin. She looks over his shoulder, at the expanse of his body. The sheets have been kicked away and she can see his hard on, pre-cum leaks from the head, he loves this just as much as she does.

Her mind is hazy from pleasure, but she wants to touch him. She tries to reach back and stroke him, but then his tongue slides inside of her. Pleasure shoots through her, the feeling of his tongue penetrating her makes her lose all focus. Her hands instinctively burying in his hair instead as she starts to ride his face harder.

His tongue strokes and rubs along her sensitive insides, he drinks up all of her wetness, his own muffles noises get louder. Her movements grind his nose harder against her clit, but she needs more. Then his tongue moves to lick circles across her clit, pushing her over the edge. She yells, tension snaps and she can feel the gush of slick across his face. Her fingers grip his scalp and she rides out her aftershocks, soft squirming across his face, while his tongue slows to small kitten licks.

Panting, she starts to lift herself off of his face, but his grip tightens and her world flips. It does nothing to help her fuzzy post-orgasm brain. Her back is against the bed, pillows under her head. Baba now looking up at her from between her legs. He’s nuzzled his face into her thigh again, giving a soft wet kiss before he pulls just a bit away. His face is soaking wet and he’s grinning,

“Let me take care of you,” she tries to offer, but he just plants a another kiss against her skin.

“I’m still hungry, darling,” he whispers then buries his face into her folds again. She’s still incredibly sensitive, so soon after her first orgasm. His tongue back inside her is right on the line between pleasure and pain.

Her mouth runs without her permission; moans, whimpers, babbling about how much she loves him. He’s less slow this time, less teasing. Hungrier for her and lapping at her likes he’s starved. His tongue is deep instead, licking over every sensitive spot it can reach, desperate to make her wetter just so he can lap it up. His groans are barely audible, between her body muffling it and her own sounds drowning him out. But, she can feel them against her sensitive wet skin.

Her hands wind tight in his hair, she see his hips grinding into the bed. Her own writhe and squirm, unable to stay still when she feels so good. If for even a moment she manages to wriggle away from his mouth, he pulls her right back down onto his tongue with a groan. It’s overwhelming and every touch feels like entirely too much, but she loves it. Stuck between wanting to squirm away and push her harder against her. She melts into pleasure when a particular lick pushes her over the edge again, her thighs clamping around his head as she screams out.

He moves over her and thrusts his cock into her while she’s still riding out her second orgasm, sending her into a third. The sudden deep penetration makes everything clench tighter. Her arms wrap around him, her fingers dig into his back and her legs tangle around his hips. He starts moving, stretching her orgasm out further. His movements are messier than usual, he’s desperate and trying to control himself.

“You feel as good as you taste,” he tells her, leaning his forehead against her and staring into her eyes. His expression is loving, but slightly tight, he’s trying to hold back because she’s sensitive. Wetness still glistens across his face and she kisses him, tasting herself on his tongue before pulling away.

“Don’t hold back, please, fuck me as hard as you want, please,” she whines. He smiles and kisses her, before his movements change. His thrusts become quick and brutal, desperation coloring his movements. The sound of skin slapping against skin mingles with their own lustful noises. Her mind goes blank, every movement seems to make her orgasm and see stars. Everything is a haze of pleasure, his cock reaching the deepest part of her while his pelvic bone grind against her painfully sensitive clit.

She loses count of how many times she cums, then his grip around her tightens and a loud groan escapes him. Her own soft whimpers follows when she feels his hot cum spilling inside of her.

A few moments pass of them just trying to catch their breath, her body is absolute jelly. She can’t but whine when he pulls out, feeling his cum starting to leak out. She’s a sopping wet mess between her thighs, between her own slick and his cum. But, she loves the feeling. His eyes linger on the sight and he licks his lips. She can practically see the gears turning in his head.

“I don’t think I can cum again, but if you’re gentle, it’s okay,” she tells him, her voice soft and hoarse from every yell of pleasure.

“Okay princess, if it’s too much, let me know.” He smiles at her, pure love in his eyes, before he ducks his head back down between her legs. His movements are far softer than any before, but she still can’t but make little noises. He’s gently licking at the mixture of their fluids, cleaning his cum from her pussy. Not enough pressure or friction to start building her up again, just the soft sensation of his him lapping up the mess they’ve made together. It takes just a few moments for him to pull away, content with how well he’s licked her clean, and then pulls her into an embrace.

He presses soft kisses across her shoulders, letting her relax. He’s much more composed, while she’s pretty sure her brain has actually been sucked out through her vagina. The morning is just starting and they have things to do, but she can’t even fathom leaving bed. She nuzzles against his sweat soaked skin, murmuring about how much she loves him before she drifts off against her will.

“Wake up beautiful,” he whispers against her ear and makes her stir. Her brain still hazy, she looks to the clock and sees he let her sleep for about an hour. She’ll be late to work, but she doesn’t have it in her to care all that much.

“Sorry, I fell asleep…” her voice slurs a bit as she forces herself to fully wake up. Baba’s smiling as he places a stand tray across her lap, an immaculate breakfast spread out across it.

“Nothing to apologize for, I made you some breakfast,” he tells her as he sits down next to her in bed and kisses her temple.

“Aren’t you gonna eat?” She realizes her mistake as soon as the question leaves her and he grins.

“Already did,” he winks and her face feels like it’s on fire. Dammit, she walked into that one.

“You’re the worse!” She throws a piece of toast at him while he cracks up at his own dumb joke. But, she’s smiling and her voice carries no cruelty, only love. He’s a giant dork and she wouldn’t have him any other way.

#kissed by the baddest bidder #kbtbb #mitsunari baba #kbtbb baba #baba mitsunari

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ssr-moonlore · 7 years

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Washed Ashore: Part 2

Author’s comments: I wrote this basically in one sitting. I proofread a bit but it’s so late, so if there’s any obvious typos, let me know! Also, i hope you enjoy the picture of Drang with Ferry’s pets having a snooze.

Rated T I guess? Nothing really happens, but I have no clue about ratings.

Word count :2206

Part 1

Drang was deep in thought as he swam towards the underwater city he called home. He couldn’t believe his luck, after being stuck on dry land for a week without being able to get out of the trap, he was sure he’d die, but he hadn’t. He thought back to the land dweller with hair the colour of dark corals.

She hadn’t tried to harm him, despite having heard stories from many others of his kind that the land-dwellers were often dangerous and protective of their non-watery territories and often clashed with each other, crabs, and anything unfortunate enough to be washed ashore.

The spires of the underwater city were coming into view, and despite being incredibly weak from his ordeal he made a dash for his clan’s residence. The sun was high in the sky and the rays illuminated his path as he dipped into a ravine and to the familiar gaps in the cliffs. He slowed, feeling his exhaustion catch up to him and with his last reserves of energy swam into the main hall. A few familiar faces greeted him, and one in particular swam up to him in alarm.

“I’m home…” Drang chirped weakly at the small but ancient water elemental before him. Matching golden eyes peered at him with concern, and her wild blue waves surrounded them as her small hands reached to grasp his arms.

“Where have you been, Drang?! We’ve been so worried!” The slight water elemental’s brows furrowed as she looked Drang over, inspecting the small cuts and wounds littering his body. He wasn’t as dry any more, but his skin was still not back to its usual state.

“I… I got caught in one of the land dweller’s nets and I got washed onto some rocks. I was trapped for a while, but then I managed to get… rescued?” Drang pondered his words for a moment before continuing, “I’m sorry for making you worry, Ferry.” He hung his head down and took a deep breath, relishing the feeling on having cool water rush past his gills after being above water for so long.

Ferry looked up at Drang, and the concern on her face, while still there, had slowly begun to melt. She didn’t want any more of her clan to perish, least of all someone who came from the same magical vein as her.

Her small hands began to drag the larger figure deeper into the hall, and through winding caverns until the two of them reached a small cavern adorned with bulbous lights, countless gems, and an immeasurably large hollowed out shell filled with soft folded over kelp. Ferry swam over to the shell and pushed Drang towards it.

“Sleep. You look awful. You must have gone through a lot.” She put her hand to Drang’s head and gently petted him as he curled up on the soft kelp. He didn’t remember his bed being this soft, but then again, he never really noticed how nice being in water was. His one golden eye began to close, but opened when a small array of creatures stormed into his room.

Ferry swam up from the bed trying to shoo her pets away, but they swam past her and towards Drang excitedly.

“Guys, no! He needs to sleep!” Ferry grabbed onto the biggest of her four pets, but the force of the hulking creature dragged her along with him. “Beppo! No, stop!”

Drang gave a chuckle as his face was assaulted by fins and tongues. Ferry’s pets had clearly missed his presence, and the unusually long absence had been unbearable to them. Drang gave a moment of attention to each of them, and as their excitement subsided, some of the smaller critters began to curl up around him and snooze, unwilling to leave him out of their sights.

Ferry gave an exasperated sigh and shook her head, but looked up with a small smile at the scene unfolding before her. Drang, curled up with all manner of small creatures, had quickly fallen asleep. The small water elemental swam out of the room softly, and let the bead curtains fall over the doorway. Her clan was safe and accounted for, and Drang, though slightly injured, had come home after having been missing for a while.

He dreamt. The small horned land-dweller had been the focus of most of his dreams. Her piercing amber eyes and silent manner had been burnt into the back of his mind. He dreamt of that steely grip she had on him, harsh and unyielding, yet somehow soft. His mind kept replaying the scenes of her reaching for her weapons, but instead of hurting, she freed him.

He couldn’t get the vision of her out of his dreams.

Drang awoke hours later, though he had felt like he had slept for days. He was still covered in Ferry’s pets, and as he stirred, all four of them let out an array of grumbles, chirps and clicks. He stretched out his arms, and for the first time in days he had the chance to properly inspect himself.

He brushed a hand over his tail, and grimaced at the scratched scales. They would renew soon, but he didn’t like the marred look of them. As he looked over his arms he scowled at the state of them. His skin was much more damaged than he had originally thought, and his left sleeve had completely torn off.

He sighed with dismay and proceeded to remove the metal cuffs and curves that he wore, and left his room to try and find other ones he could adorn himself with. His room was small, and didn’t offer many storage solutions, but he knew he had some backups somewhere in the store-rooms in the clan’s caverns.

As he slowly swam out of his room and through the meandering tunnels, he came across a few of his “sisters” and they started clamouring at him, fussing over his wounds and his lack of jewellery.

They pulled him along and as they reached a hall-like cavern, they began to brush his hair and scales, and several pairs of hands lit up to heal any cracked scales and small cuts. Drang had never liked being fussed over by his family, but with how isolated he had been over the last week, he relished the feeling of being taken care of.

After what seemed like an eternity to him, he had finally had enough, and with being healed of his wounds and decked out in new clothes and jewels, he made a dash for the other caverns and to the main hall to find Ferry.

He had never enjoyed bed rest, and he knew it was probably wisest to stay home and not exert himself, but his curiosity had grown following his dream about the coral-headed land dweller who had cut him from his binds and thrown him back into the sea, rough as it may have been. He weaved through the narrow tunnels until he appeared at the main hall, and he instantly found the cloud of cerulean he was looking for.

Ferry was deep in meditation, but felt the waters stir and she turned to see Drang gingerly approaching her.

“Up already?” She chirped at him. Drang nodded slowly. “I can see that my descendants got their hands on you.”

Drang sighed, and gave a chuckle. “Yeah, they did. I had to run away to get away from their grips.”

Ferry gave him a small smile. But it quickly faded when she noticed the minute signs that Drang was antsy. She knew he never liked staying home, and that exploring was what kept him from going crazy, but she had her reservations about him leaving already. Her eyebrows pulled together and she took a deep breath.

“You want to go out already,” Ferry was calm, but her voice was riddled with concern. “You just came back after being missing for a week.”

“I know, I know,” Drang started. “But… see, there’s this land-dweller who rescued me.”

Ferry’s concern grew at those words. He mentioned being rescued, but nothing about a land dweller.

Drang meanwhile had started talking excitably, as he did when he found something new in the depths of the ocean. “Her hair was the colour of corals! I’ve never seen anything like it, and her eyes? They looked like gemstones the way they were shining. And she was so small!”

Ferry put a hand up to stop Drang from speaking.

“You want to go see this.. land-dweller? Are you sure that she won’t just attack you if you approach?” She had grown incredibly concerned at the thought of having Drang go near a land-dweller, after hearing so many stories of how violent these creatures were in some part of the seas.

“She saved me. She cut me out of the net and even threw me back into the sea. I don’t… I don’t think she would attack me.” Drang began. “I could tell with how easily she picked me up that she’s incredibly powerful, but she did me no harm!”

Ferry sighed and closed her eyes, lowering her hand. She knew that at this point there was no way to convince Drang to stay at home and not go and see this unpredictable creature, but she wasn’t happy with the results.

“I can’t stop you, but don’t approach her too quickly. Stay away from her and watch from a distance, you don’t know if she might attack you.” She breathed out.

Drang’s smile grew into the mischievous smile she knew and loved, and before she could say another word, Drang had already slipped through a tunnel and out of the room.

He sped through the tunnels and out into the ravine, and as he swam upwards to the surface, he noticed the big round moon in the sky. He broke the surface and admired the way the moon and stars glistened in the sky, but quickly refocused on the task he had given himself.

He began to swim towards the island where he had been trapped. It wasn’t particularly far, but he had to navigate with the stars to find the small land mass. He noticed a large structure that he figured was the land dweller’s boat, and next to it he saw a small shining speck. As he approached, he couldn’t quite understand what the light was, as the red and orange hues were unfamiliar to him, but with the light it provided he could see the land-dweller curled up against the boat. He inched closer and could make out her hair, the colour of the sky during sunset, and how small she actually was.

He stayed there, silently for a while, watching her steady breathing. He kept moving closer until he was in the shallow waters, sand brushing against his chest as he crept up the beach. The light flickered and danced across her face, and he noticed how peaceful and soft she looked. It was such a stark contrast to the harsh and steely expression she had when she was cutting him out of the net.

Drang couldn’t help but feel his heart drum in his chest as he began to crawl onto the sand. This was the same feeling he got every time he found something new during his explorations.

He was ignoring everything Ferry had told him, but he couldn’t help it. She was definitely one of the most beautiful things he had come across, despite having found gems and gold and riches unimaginable in the old ships of the land dwellers.

Drang was now a few strides away from Sturm, and at this point he noticed that the light was warm. He was momentarily distracted by the light and wasn’t aware that he had let out a small sound when he suddenly saw the bundled-up figure stirring.

Her eyes opened slowly and she blinked a couple of times before instinctively reaching for a harpoon and backing up toward the boat. In the same heartbeat Drang had already tried moving back towards the sea but his body wasn’t built for moving on sand.

He looked back in a panic and saw an expression of confusion on the face of the land dweller. He quickly moved his hands but his weak arms weren’t pulling him fast enough. He noticed the figure stand up and at that point Drang felt his insides grow cold as she held her weapon towards him.

In his panicked state, he couldn’t think of a better way of moving faster, so he started rolling himself across the beach, something he’d seen Beppo do in the past. As he did, he let out a steady stream of pleas of mercy and apologies and as he hit the water and swam a safe distance away, he looked back and noticed the figure staring at him, and as their gazes locked, he could hear her starting to laugh and shake her head as she sat back down and put her weapon to the side.

Drang kept looking at her for a few moments, but decided that this had been a dangerous enough endeavour and he dipped his head back underwater and started to swim towards home.

#Granblue Fantasy #Drang #Sturm #DraStu #Mermaid AU #Fanfiction #mermaid au fanfiction

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Side by Side (James x MC)

Author’s Note: Just a little something about my favorite man, James Ashton. Very innocent; a simple little story about James and MC in the future. I didn’t even proofread which is a HUGE deal for me. Please excuse any typos.

“We are meeting my parents for dinner. They’re not even coming to our apartment!” James called out, as he followed Bridget down the small hallway in their apartment while she frantically waved around a feather duster.

“Why are you so worried about this place being spotless?” He finally caught up to her and grabbed her by the shoulders, turning her around and forcing her to look at him. “Everything will be fine.” James spoke slowly, hoping to reassure her.

“If I can just vacuum really quick and sweep the floor in the kitchen, I’ll feel better. Then I can shower, and get ready. I promise we won’t be late and I think I’m going to wear that new blue dress I bought the other day!” Bridget bit her bottom lip and wiggled her eyebrows, knowing James had loved that dress when she tried it on for him.

James hung his head in defeat with a heavy sigh. “What can I do to help? If this cleaning is going to happen either way, I might as well be of assistance.”

“That’s the spirit!” Bridget cheered, handing the duster over to James, and giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.

James and Bridget had been living together for almost three years. He was writing plays, had a novel in the works and wrote articles for magazines and newspapers every now and then. It wasn’t always easy, but he was making ends meet and feeling good about doing what he loved for a living.

Bridget had graduated from Hartfeld a little early, and found an internship in Manhattan so she and James could move-in together as soon as possible. There had been moments when she wasn’t sure their relationship would survive, but somehow, someway, they had made it work.

James parents were really the last hurdle she felt like their relationship still had to clear. Things had gotten a lot better, but they still weren’t great between Bridget, Olivia and George. She understood why it was so difficult for them. James was their only son and everything they had spent their life doing was for him.

At least once a month the two of them, Bridget and James, would visit the Ashtons, either in Manhattan or at their country house. She was always filled with dread and anxiety on the drive to their home. Usually she had warmed up by the time they left but the first few moments, shaking hands with them, watching every word she said and thinking five times about every move she made, left her exhausted and worn out at the end of every day with them.

James was wrapping the vacuum cord up as Bridget finished mopping. “Done and done.” She clapped her hands, checking the clock on the wall for the time. “I’ve still got time to shower and get ready. Thanks for helping, my love.” She walked over to him and wrapped her arms around him, giving him a side hug. “I know you think I’m crazy.”

He laughed as he leaned in to kiss her. “I do. But I’m crazy too…in my own, more refined and understandable ways.” James softly and sweetly captured her mouth with his and Bridget lost herself for a moment, giving in and pressing her body against him, melting into his broad chest.

“I need to hurry! Don’t tempt me, Mr. Ashton!” She shuffled quickly off towards the bathroom, hoping she’d have enough time to style her hair the way she wanted.

Bridget spritzed a few squirts of her favorite perfume on her wrist and then dabbed it behind her ear. Looking herself over in the mirror, she adjusted a few stray hairs, then froze in the mirror when she heard the sound of the doorbell.

“James?” She called out, concerned. “Was that…?”

“Yes, it was.” He responded, agitated. James had changed while Bridget was getting ready. He was in more formal attire now, too.

From the bathroom, Bridget could hear voices. It was Olivia and George. They had decided to “stop by” since they were “early.”

Every. Single. Time. She muttered to herself, taking a deep breath. I can do this.

Fixing a smile to her face, Bridget emerged from the back bedroom ready to put on a show.

“George! Olivia! How wonderful to see you! This is a treat – we don’t have dinner for another hour. May I get you a glass of wine?”

James proudly watched Bridget serve his parents and knew it was difficult for her to push herself beyond her limits like this. “Let me help you in the kitchen, dear. Mom, Dad, make yourselves at home. I’ve got a cheese platter for an appetizer, if you’re hungry.”

“That would be lovely, son.” George responded while Olivia meticulously looked over every nook and cranny in the living area of the apartment.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Bridget was fuming. “Take this.” She shoved a bottle of wine into James’ hand along with a corkscrew.

“Bridget, it’ll be fine. Just calm down – everything is fine. They’re fine. We’re fine. Everything is okay.”

“DON’T – tell me to calm down.” She hissed, pointing a knife at him while she got a block of cheese out of the fridge. “This is exactly why I wanted to clean before we left for dinner. Thank GOD we did!”

“James, darling, there are an awful lot of books here in this guest bedroom…it looks to be quite messy…” Olivia was speaking loudly, and Bridget knew she needed to handle it or the rest of their evening would be filled with small comments about how she doesn’t do enough to help.

“Oh, Olivia I am so sorry!” Bridget reappeared from the kitchen, walking down the hall to the guest bedroom. “Let me get those – you know how much James and I like to read. We are book hoarders. I readily admit it!” She laughed and almost made herself gag she was being so syrupy-sweet.

Bridget entered the guest bedroom after Olivia had exited and sighed looking around at all the books that were spread out over the desk and the bed. In her new blue dress, she got down on her hands and knees to collect books from the floor and put them on the bookshelf under the window. She had a stack of three or four remaining books and could not find a place for them. Spinning around, thinking to herself, she remembered there was a spot in the closet.

This is so ridiculous. This woman isn’t even staying here overnight but here I am picking up in here because she’s Mrs. Olivia Ashton and everything has to be perfect…

Her train of thought was going to a dark place in regards to James’ mom as she felt around on the top shelf of the closet for some space for the books.

“Aha!” she cried out loud, happy to have made some room. Standing on her tiptoes inside her heels, she worked hard to sweep her hand across the back of the shelf, where the wall met the closet. As she did so, a piece of paper fluttered to the floor.

After setting the books up on the shelf, she reached for the paper and couldn’t help but see the feminine handwriting she didn’t recognize as her own, and read the brief note out of curiosity.

Dearest James,

After meeting Bridget, albeit in an unconventional and deceiving, also conniving, way, I know that she is the one you are meant to spend your life with. I knew it within the first few moments of seeing you two together and I will never forget the way you looked at her that night. When the time comes to propose, let me know. You will have my blessing as well as your grandmother’s ring.

All my love,

Mom

Shaking, Bridget brought her hand to her mouth as tears filled her eyes. She neatly folded the note and put it back where she found it, gently closing the closet door.

She straightened her dress and dried her eyes quickly, pressing her palms to her cheeks, careful not to leave a trace of any emotion.

Clearing her throat as she re-entered the living room, she found George, Olivia and James enjoying wine and cheese together, laughing and catching up on each other’s lives.

She found a spot on the couch next to Olivia and put an arm around her shoulders, giving her a small hug. Startled, Olivia looked at Bridget, her eyes wide.

“Is everything okay?” Olivia asked, clearly unnerved.

“Yes.” Bridget smiled confidently. “I’m just really glad you’re here.”

James gave a grateful nod to Bridget and winked at her from across the living room. His heart was happy seeing his mom and his future wife, side by side.

#james x mc #james ashton #the sophomore #the freshman #pixelberry #choices fanfiction #blazerina babbles #wrote about sean on sunday #james on tuesday #my fave men

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Short Stories

For a given value of ‘short’, seeing as how most people’s definition of a short story is about 5k up to 10k (roughly) while mine is lucky to reach two thousand. But! That’s variety for you, eh? We’re all different? Etc?

Anyway.

These are the ones I’ve put up on here. You’ll notice I don’t do that anymore. The reason – to myself at least – is the ever-lurking notion that one day I might parcel a bunch of these up together and do something fancy with them. Unlikely, but the thought keeps me up at night sometimes. If only because of the work that would be involved.

Speaking of which, I do sometimes also consider parceling up all of these ones into an e-book or something (the ‘Money for Old Rope’ collection I’ve mentioned previously).

This would require work too, as these below are peppered with typos and poor structure. This is because I don’t proofread.

Because I don’t CARE.

(I had to put them below this line because there’s a lot of them and I can’t in good conscience do that to your dashes. Of course, this now means that no-one will look but, you know, swings and roundabouts.)

Unwanted Advances – The logic of online pornographic robots is even more obtuse when they appear in real life, at your front door. Who’d be stupid enough to fall for that?

An Interview With… - Something I wrote for a contest thingy with a local writing group. Didn’t win, obviously. It’s about an interview, obviously. Someone trying to make a big break in the blogosphere by talking with something they found in the garden. In a chasm.

Just A Touch – For a refreshing change, believe what a conspiracy theorist believes for a little bit. Only recreationally, you understand. Just a taste.

In The Loop – A very childish game, played with the very real possibility of horrible consequences should you fail. The thing behind you won’t do wonders for your concentration.

Soothe Me – Sometimes, while doing horrible things for what they think is a good reason, a person might suffer a bout of introspection and wonder whether murder and horror is the right thing to be doing. Luckily, there’s usually someone on hand to explain why being a monster is fine.

Cupcake – There’s a hole in my bathroom wall and out of this hole extends an arm. Me and the arm are buddies, and a cupcake seems a good way of expressing this.

Checklist – What’s keeping you here?

Rollover – Even as your efforts come to nothing and you wither away to dust know that the trying will never stop.

Immovable Object – The next stage in unskippable advertisements (obviously the best form of advertisements) is something rather more difficult to ignore.

Oh What’s New? – Networking is very important! It’s all about who you know! So go in there and try to make some connections! What’s the worst that can happen? Really?

Get Hammered – You’re special, but special doesn’t fit. Don’t worry. You can be made to fit. (And later when you see someone else lauded for not fitting, don’t complain; no-one likes bitterness).

Open Platform – It’s important to let people speak their piece, but it’s equally important to recognise that what some people want to say is nothing but toxic.

Ga-Ga, Goo-Goo – The world is a scary place, isn’t it? So many bad things happening! All so complicated! No solutions without drawbacks! Problems on top of problems with no end in sight! Wouldn’t it be better if you could just divest yourself of responsibility and press yourself to the bosom of someone big and strong who’ll stroke your hair and tell you who’s to blame? Good news!

By The Book – Pick the beliefs that best reflect yours, rather than having to adjust your view to conform to something else – where’s the fun in that? Show me which book lets me hate the people I already hate and let’s get going!

Stay The Course – Support the tyrant to the hilt! Until they do something that directly impacts you, at which point you should bawl your lungs out about how unfair it is.

Old Songs – I thing I wrote out by hand (writing club, again) and then transposed. A man who can fix things by singing to them, obviously. Old songs have power, you see?

Sit Comfortably – What starts as an unusual job interview goes in an unforeseen direction. Specifically underground. Where there are spiders. More spiders, rather. (This story has a lot of spiders).

Things Are Grim – A dystopian broadcast to tell the populace something they already know for no good reason. You never know when an audience who doesn’t know how the future works might be watching, after all.

Tabula Rasa – The Book is very important, but you are not allowed to read it.

Reaper of Souls – A being of immense power watches over the city, guarding it from necromantic mischief. It also likes fanfiction and knows the importance of leaving feedback.

Out The Door – A man makes things and the two others that live with him have differing opinions on what he should do with them once they’re done. Do you improve them first, or do you move on? Ultimately, who even cares?

My Violent Heart – Using machines to turn people into soulless drones so they work without complaint seemed like such a good idea at the time.

Tinted – Goggles that allow you to see the world not as it is, but as you think it should be.

Sanded Down – You only have so much sand in your life and how you use it is very important. But using it is far more important than hoarding it. After all, even if you do something badly at least you’ve done something…

Misshapen – Looking at what everyone else is doing, it seems easy enough to replicate. Right? Right?

For Your Own Good – “Unhand that phallus!” and with that cry is the crime of male masturbation rudely interrupted. But it’s entirely altruistic – that’s spinal fluid, that is!

Flensed – Every month you’re renewed and every months you’re stripped to nothing once more. This horrible process happens without fail and it does not get any easier.

Southern Pole – How else should you define yourself except by how you are not like someone else?

Interloper – You don’t belong here.

Tannin Salon – The best tea in the world? Why, the nectar of the Teabeast of course! Getting it is a bit of a pain, naturally, but that’s all part of the allure!

Well Off – Someone’s been put at the bottom of the well, and someone at the top has a vested interest in this staying that way.

Machinegun Man – A long way from home, in the rain, only a gun for company.

Extra-Curricular – An ovoid in class provides answers the teacher cannot bear to hear.

Little Shop Of Sandwiches – A dusty, quiet little sandwich shop that sells lunchtime snacks the likes of which few have ever seen. The likes fewer still have eaten!

Start The Clock – The time between you starting a conversation and it all falling apart horribly because you’re an awkward mess is always smaller than you think. Clock’s ticking!

Rote – It might feel like you’re doing the same thing over and over (and over) again, but somehow from the outside everyone seems to think you’re all over the place.

Push On – Success can be yours! Look at all these other people! They succeeded. You can too! Just keep going! No matter how had it gets.

Excision – In the future, love is to be outlawed! No-one is really clear as to why, however.

Consult A Doctor – If you experience an erection that kills you, you should probably get that checked out.

Object of Disputation – A child tries to make something nice for their parents but everyone else has an opinion on what it actually is.

Catch Of The Slate Sea – A man on a cliff watches a big ship catch a big fish.

Faceless – We wear many faces in life, acquiring new ones as we grow and as we encounter those who dislike what faces we have already. It can be so hard to keep track of who you were to start with. Then again, were you ever anyone?

Slice And Dice – A man invents a superior method of killing that which is reluctant to die.

We Care A Lot – There are those that are paid to be professionally unpleasant in very public places. Eventually, machines displace all jobs held by persons – such unpleasant people aren’t as safe as they think.

Taste Test – Blended down, is there any real difference between these two people? A focus group shall decide!

Limit Break – Be nice enough and it’s inevitable

Three-Way – Just because what you believe also happens to be what’s best for society doesn’t mean you’re biased or myopic. You’re just sensible! It’s everyone else with the problem.

Better Than – How far would people go to avoid something horrible happening? Often, far enough that they’ll inflict something far worse and fail to see the irony. That’s irony! Is it? Maybe.

Infantalise – Casting men is easy! There’s no upper limit. Women (girls, sorry)? That’s another story! They get old so quickly! And who wants that? We have to go younger. Much, much younger. No, younger than that!

Material – Where do these journalists get these outlandish tales? Out of thin air, obviously.

Barred And Shuttered – Life is full of opportunities! Just not for you. A lifetime of closed doors. Have fun!

So Delicate. So Fragile – A man births an opinion! He’s surprised, but knows he must protect it from everything and everyone. Exposure is lethal to an opinion! It might become something else.

Mother Of Invention – Every new weapon invented is touted as the last one, the one horrible enough to turn mankind off war forever. Eventually that’s got to bear fruit. Surely.

All That’s Fit To Protect – Wrapped in lies, the truth of harm is simply deflected.

Abstinent Without Leave – What’s the best way of ensuring The Youth is not banging away like an outhouse door? Education, trust and respect? No! Ignorance!

Great Hunt – The girl is gorgeous and her father is unusual. A boy is invited to the house of the most popular, wonderful girl at school, though he knows not why. He also doesn’t know why all these other guys have been invited, either.

Nothing To Hide – If you’re not thinking anything bad then you won’t mind having your head smashed and your thoughts poked at, right?

The Perfect Model – The human body is disgusting but we’re forced to hang clothes on it so we must find the best example for this. Why must women insist on having MASS?

Lead Balloon – Trapped in an office a man yearns to run off with the nice lady from across the room. Does it end well? Take a guess.

Four Guys – The best burger you might ever encounter! But at what cost?

By His Own Hand – A man is desperate to leave a mark and to leave life on his own terms.

Somebody Cares – Someone trying to put a comforting, supportive voice into his head does it wrong and regrets his decision. His method of removing the voice might perhaps be going a bit far.

Restructure – Journalists are obsolete. We feed a monster now.

Magic Eye – What’s obvious to everyone is not so obvious to this one guy.

Rod For His Own Back – Watch what you say, or else you may find your words used against you.

Bad Boss – Not everyone is cut out to be an evil overlord.

La-La-La – If you ignore a problem like everyone’s legs turning invisible then it’ll probably just go away.

Inner Glow – Scooping out his insides and replacing them with hot coals.

You May Find This Relevant To Your Situation – Truffling for potatoes in a lake of shit.

The Door Opens and Let’s the Future In - Nigel mustn’t touch the door. The future is on the other side.

Writing Is The Wall - Waking up to find a huge wall has cut their bedroom in half. It says something, but they don’t see it. You will.

Hoops - Life is a series of hoops, and each one matters until you jump it, then you find out it didn’t.

Flat - A man finds out something about his partner he should have noticed before.

Secret Techniques - They make tea differently in this office.

Dancing in the Dark - Do what you enjoy, no matter the audience.

Close Observation - It’s nice to be watched, but it’s not happening.

Slug - The people who run the world are beaten to the punch.

We Have to Go Deeper - Layers of suffering lie beneath your feet, and further still beneath those.

Exegesis - Feel free to bring your own meaning to the book, but disagree with me at your peril. Your soul is at stake.

Square Cube - Weaponising physics to kill kaiju

Irresistible - A court-case segues into just raving about how poorly-handled sexual assault cases are. So, uh, enjoy that.

Smoke - Newspapers spew enough nonsense that it stops working.

The Dick Heard Around the World - A man sends a picture of his penis to a woman. It works too well.

Driving Home for Christmas - I look at the driver next to me. He’s just the same.

Hangers On - Saying the wrong thing can attract unwanted attention.

Bottled Up - A man in a cave puts stories in bottles. No-one cares.

Little Furnace - Curiosity burns bright in the human breast, which can end badly if mishandled.

Pecking Order - The worse a tenant you are, the higher you are placed in the building.

Waiting Around - There are those who sit and wait for opportunity to fall into their laps

Hazy - A man loses himself.

#Amwriting #writing #writblr #writeblr #writers on tumblr #short story #short

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