#thanks again for the tag rae!

[stinkrascal]

15 questions for 15 mutuals

i was tagged by @druidgroves !! tysm for the tag!

i will tag @itsmariejanel @woohooincoffin @lucidicer @tartiish @barbieaiden @moonhze @crsentfairy @tricoufamily @plutoeyes @birdietrait and anyone else who wants to do this, feel free to say i tagged you <3

1. Are you named after anyone? - jaden smith lol. like i wasn't specifically named after him, but my parents heard his name and liked it a lot, so they used that name for me!! so i guess that counts ahaha

2. When was the last time you cried? - last week i think?

3. Do you have kids? - absolutely not

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? - no!! i'm pretty straightforward i would say. i'm very sensitive about being misinterpreted so i rarely ever use sarcasm bc of it. sarcasm goes over my head 99% of the time so i don't like using it.

5. What sports do you play/have you played? - i never played sports as a kid, i like being inside too much

6. What's the first thing you notice about other people? - their faces! like what other answer could there be tbh hahaha

7. Eye color? - blue, don't make fun of me plz or i'll jumpscare you

8. Scary movies or happy endings? - depends on the story! but i do enjoy both

9. Any special talents? - if you put a song on for .1 second i will be able to tell you the title of the song, the artist, and the album the song is featured on

10. Where were you born? - louisiana! born and raised :) i don't live in the town where i was born though, i live in a (relatively small) city now.

11. What are your hobbies? - writing, playing video games, posing sims, daydreaming, telling stories in general i would say!! that's always been my biggest hobby, even as a child i used to spend hours every day locked in my bedroom, toiling over my corny fantasy stories. i probably wrote around five or six "novels" (i use this term loosely bc those stories were so bad hahaha) from the age of 12 to 17!!

12. Do you have any pets? - i have one cat, monkey d. fluffy!!

13. How tall are you? - i am 5'1" :)

14. Fave subject in school? - english, history, and civics!! i have always been really fascinated by politics, so i have really fond memories of my civics classes specifically :)

15. Dream job? - if i weren't debilitated by anxiety and mental illness and physical ailments, i'd wanna be a politician. i'm from a deeply red state, so i'd love to make a difference in my community as a leftist/progressive. but the idea of being so widely known in my community terrifies me aha. so realistically i'd love to do something with animals! as a kid my dream job was to be a dog groomer lol. i think i'd really love doing something like that!

#tags #thanks again for the tag rae!

[eskawrites]

listen. @sweepy-stringbean said 'we need the recovery scene after the vecna'd moss back stab' in the tags of a post and i was helpless to do anything but drop everything and write it. so here you go. tenlark sequel to this.

-

If Tenar ever wakes up, Lark is going to kill her.

When Tenar wakes up. Because she is going to wake up. She has to, because she trusted Lark to do a job, and Lark doesn’t think she can do it if Tenar is gone. Because Lark is shit at this, was never meant for it, will never be anything close to half the leader Tenar can so effortlessly be.

But mostly because Lark thinks her own heart will stop beating alongside Tenar’s, and then they’ll all be ruined.

She imagines it, late at night, sitting at Tenar’s bedside after she’s slipped back into the ward once the healers have closed the doors for the night. She thinks about what it would feel like, walking around with a still, dead heart. It would be heavy, she thinks. Perhaps it would sink further into her chest, weighing her shoulders down, pressing against her lungs and making it hard to breathe. She wonders if it would start to rot. If her stagnant blood would turn black, if her skin would grow ashy to match. She would be forever in mourning, her veins thick and black like a widow’s garment.

-

“Queen Regent,” Arren greets her when he walks into her room one morning. She glares at him, and he grins and waves the tray in his hands. “I brought you food. The servants say you aren’t eating.”

“I can get my own food.”

“A queen should never have to serve herself.”

“Will you shut up, Arren?”

He sighs, smile fading, and she would apologize if she wasn’t so busy fighting back sudden tears.

“I mean it all with love,” he says, as if she doesn’t know that. She reaches up and rubs her eyes. “And you really do need to eat.”

“What I need is to find Moss.” She curls her hand into a fist and lets it fall to the table. “What I need is to figure out what he’s planning. What I need is for the council to make themselves useful and aid Ged’s research.”

“Lark—”

“What I need is to get a hold of myself so I can do the job she left for me. No, fuck that, what I need is her.” She looks up at Arren, not bothering to fight the tears anymore. “I can’t do it, Arren. Why did she do this? Why did she choose me?”

“I think you know the answer to that.”

“It should’ve been you.”

“Oh no,” he says, laughing weakly. “I’d be screwing it all up, and you’d be telling me everything I’m doing wrong in precise detail.”

“But I can’t do this,” she says, a sob breaking through her words.

Arren walks over, sets the tray down, and places his hands on her shoulders. “She wouldn’t have chosen you if you couldn’t do it.”

-

“There are people claiming to have seen Moss in the eastern outskirts,” Ged says, every word heavy with exhaustion. “But the guards say it’s only rumors.”

“What do you think?” Lark asks.

“I think that, if the guards thought there was any chance she was there, they would have already tried to arrest her.”

She nods. “We never should have told the people it was Moss.”

“We couldn’t lie to them.”

“I know,” she breathes. It’s why she had given the order to spread the word.

“At least now she can’t hurt anyone else. If someone spots her, we’ll know about it.”

Lark shakes her head. “If only we had that kind of luck.”

-

“And Lady Fina has offered her best scouts to comb the outer villages,” Lark says, rolling up the parchment that contained Ged’s notes from that afternoon’s council meeting. “That’s tripled our patrols while maintaining a strong guard presence to protect the people. As soon as he makes a move, we’ll know it.”

She pauses and looks down at Tenar. Her face is frighteningly pale. Her hair is wild against the pillows, more unruly than she ever lets it get. Lark reaches out as if to brush it into place, but she stops herself and pulls her hand back.

“Of course, he hasn’t made a move,” she whispers. “We know he’s planning something, we just have no idea what. My best guess is that he—he’s waiting for the news of your death.”

She watches Tenar’s face, praying to every god she knows for some small movement. Some recognition of her voice. Nothing comes. Lark closes her eyes, then opens them and looks at her again.

“I’m doing my best, Tenar. I will do everything I can, for as long as I can. But I really, really don’t want to do it without you.”

Tenar remains still, silent, so far away and so close to the end that Lark can’t even see the rise and fall of her chest with her breathing. She does reach out this time, just to press her fingers to Tenar’s wrist and feel her heart beating. It’s quiet and frantic, but it hasn’t given out yet.

“Please,” she whispers, letting her touch linger just this once. “Please, Tenar. Please don’t leave me. Not now. Not ever.”

-

Many people in the palace would say that Queen Tenar has no temper. They say her patience is limitless, her demeanor unshakably calm.

Lark knows better. Tenar has a temper—an impressive one, too. She just has a much longer fuse, and a much stronger ability to hide her anger when it finally ignites.

Lark…doesn’t.

“Lord Vayne, would you quit blowing hot air out of that useless head of yours and listen to what I am telling you. Moss is not an enemy of the palace, and even if she was, sending bounty hunters after her would only serve to get them killed.”

“The men I am speaking of are the best in the land. They—”

“And Moss has helped save this kingdom when every other force at your disposal proved utterly useless. However talented your hired brutes are, they will not best her. Now sit down and hold your tongue while the rest of us discuss actual ideas.”

He glares at her, but he sits. Lark glares back, feeling completely hollow even in her triumph. She looks around the table. Everyone else is looking back at her, faces carefully blank. Arren catches her eye and winks.

The door bursts open. Arren jumps to his feet and draws his sword. Lark grabs her bow from her chair, but she recognizes the guard before she can aim.

“Queen Regent,” he says, ignoring everyone else in the room. “I’m sorry to interrupt—I just came from the ward. They’re asking for you. They say it’s urgent.”

Lark dashes across the room. Someone shouts after her, protesting her behavior or reminding her of some stupid formality she should follow before leaving the meeting, but she doesn’t really hear it. She doesn’t hear anything but her steps pounding down the hall, and her blood rushing in her ears, and the guard’s voice, apologizing again for interrupting, telling her he isn’t sure, they just sent him to collect her.

They reach the ward. The guard stops, but Lark doesn’t. She shoves through the doors. She races past the guards posted in the front room. She slams her way into the room with Tenar’s bed, and then she freezes, because all she can see is healers gathered around the bedside, and white sheets piled at the foot of the bed, and she realize that she doesn’t know why they called for her, and maybe she doesn’t want to know.

But then she hears a small voice, beloved and familiar even if it’s never sounded so frail.

“Lark?”

One of the healers turns, shuffling to the side, and Lark can see her at last. Tenar is still lying down, still terrifyingly pale, but her eyes are open. Her lips are pulling into a weak smile. She breathes in, and Lark can see it in the rise of her chest. She’s alive.

She’s alive.

And Lark remembers, suddenly, how furious she is with her.

Tenar’s mouth quirks up, like she can read Lark’s mind. Maybe she can. Lark wouldn’t be surprised, actually. Tenar glances up at the healers around her bed.

“Leave us for a moment.”

They all nod their assent and walk away, leaving the room empty save for Lark and Tenar and the heavy silence stretching between them.

“Lark,” Tenar breathes, but Lark shakes her head. Tenar lifts a hand toward her. Her fingers shake with the effort. “You can say whatever you want, and I’m sure I’ll deserve it. But come here first, please.”

“You almost died.” Her own words hit her like a blow, but the almost is what lingers, warming her chest slowly but surely. She closes her eyes. She steps closer. “I—I thought—”

“I am here,” Tenar breathes. Her fingers brush against Lark’s, and Lark blindly intertwines them. “I have not left you.”

“But you did.”

The warmth turns to anger, to rage, and she clings to it, holds it close until it is blinding and painful, preventing her from thinking too much about I have not left you and how good it threatens to make her feel. She opens her eyes, and Tenar’s gaze is understanding. Sympathetic. It’s easy, suddenly, to only see the rage.

“You did leave me,” she says. “No, not just that, you named me Queen. Me! Are you out of your mind?”

“No.”

“You are a fool, Your Highness!”

“I disagree, Queen Regent.”

“Shut up!” Her voice cracks, and she almost laughs. She breathes out, and it sounds more like a cry. “I’m so mad at you, Tenar.”

“I know,” Tenar says softly. “And I’m sorry. I truly am. But it was the right choice to make, Lark. I know it was, and I think you do, too.”

Lark does, but that doesn’t stop her from shaking her head. “Don’t ever do that to me again.”

Tenar takes her hand and pulls it up to her face. Lark moves with her, pliant, obedient, willing to be anything Tenar needs her to be, always.

“You’ve done beautifully,” Tenar whispers.

“You don’t even know what’s happened in your absence.”

“But I know you.” Tenar closes her eyes.

She’s sweating, Lark realizes. Exhausted. In pain, probably. Lark leans closer and brushes her hair back. Tenar smiles softly, and Lark feels relief crash so brutally through her that she thinks she might be sick.

“You would have done better,” Lark says, softer now. “Lord Vayne hates me, you know.”

“Lord Vayne hates everyone. Whatever you said to him, he probably deserved it.” Tenar opens her eyes. “I really am sorry. I will—they’ve already told me I must stay overnight, but I can call the council here, I will catch up on everything, I will—”

“You will rest,” says Lark. She runs her fingers through Tenar’s hair again. “I will do everything you need me to do, for however long you need me to do it. And you will rest for as long as your healers tell you to.”

Tenar’s smile turns sly. “Want to bet?”

“Against you? Never.” Lark swallows. “But my point stands. I’ve sworn my oath to you, and to this kingdom. I will be your regent for as long as you need me.”

“Even if you hate it?”

“Well. I do get to tell your council what to do, which is fun.”

“You can tell them what to do anyway.”

“Yes, but now they have to actually listen.” She grins as Tenar laughs softly. But then they both sober, their eyes meeting again. Lark swallows. “I’m glad you’re back, Tenar.”

“I’m not done yet.” Tenar squeezes her fingers. “And I wouldn’t leave you.”

“You keep saying that,” Lark breathes.

“I do not say things I do not mean.”

“Believe me, I know.”

“I know you do. Allow me to prove it to you anyway.”

Lark realizes how close they are, foreheads nearly touching. Tenar pulls at her hand, eyes wide, searching—begging for something in lieu of a command she doesn’t dare give.

As if Lark has ever wanted anything but to obey. She closes the distance, feeling Tenar’s smile when their lips meet, hearing her quiet sigh as Lark cradles her head and kisses her. They part after only a moment, and the light in Tenar’s eyes brings tears to Lark’s.

“What is it?” Tenar breathes. Her thumb strokes over Lark’s palm, pressing gently, grounding her. “My dear Lark, what’s wrong?”

Lark lets out a short, wet laugh. There are so many terrible things waiting for them both just outside the door, but Lark finds that the only answer she can give is to shake her head and lean in again. Tenar kisses her gently, happily. This time when they part, she brings her hand up to cup Lark’s cheek and keep her close.

“Stay here a while,” Tenar says. “Lie with me, and tell me all I’ve missed, and we’ll figure out what comes next together.”

What can Lark do but obey? She follows Tenar’s gentle pull on her hand until she’s lying beside her, arms wrapped carefully around her, and she lets Tenar ask question after question about what has happened, and she feels that—finally, for just a moment—the world is right again.

#tenlark #erathia #celebrity fake dating au #lmaooo sorry if anyone ever looks through that tag for actual ronance content and gets this nonsense instead #thanks rae for unintentionally enabling me #again

[sri-rachaa]

do u have a starlight or freelancer design u would like to share :0

Howdy !! thank you for the ask !! <333

Starlight and Freelancer are,,,special- as in my ocs for them are just a character based off…well, me in different fonts. [I like the demon boys, what can I say ;u;]

But! Regardless! Here’s my FL :)!! [Also requested by @safehayven16]

#it’s just Rae with longer hair #and embellished obvi #fem! freelancer #gendered listener #fem! listener #redacted audio #redacted asmr #redacted freelancer #rae draws thingz #I’m too tired to rant in tags per usual LMFAO #but THANK YOU AGAIN SO SO MUCH FOR THE ASKKKKKKK #<3333

[bakatenshii]

Hiya! I love your writing and ive been following your blog for a couple of years now (2-3 I think) and I just wanted to say how much I appreciate and adore your writing! Thank you so much for all you’ve written! Ive not been on tumblr much the past few months, and I’ve found that many of my favourite writers are leaving and deactivating their accounts, which is such a pity although completely understandable! Tumblr can be a pretty sucky platform for writers unfortunately :/ anyways I just wanted to thank you for your writing, it’s absolutely gorgeous and your style inspirational! I hope you keep writing, on or off tumblr, as you truly have a gorgeous and unique style! Thank you so much for all your contributions and I hope you’re having a lovely day!!

NONNIEEEEE oh my god oh my god hi hello I am going to sob first and foremost so im gonna get all snotty all over this ask wozooqjzlaozo but thank you so much? genuinely genuinely this means more than u can imagine and I aaAAAAA (being off tumblr and on and off writing ((mostly off oop)) really shows via my decline of the eng language clearly HAHAHA I can’t even articulate properly)

THANK U FOR BEING HERE FOR SO LONG?? AND REMEMBERING ME?? AND JUST. IT FEELS LIKE COMING HOME AND THEN SEEING ALL MY OLD FRIENDS AND THE NOSTALGIA IS A LIL NUCLEAR AND IM JUST SO EMOTIONAAAAAAL AAAAAA

Thank YOUUU for being on here and reading and being so so so lovely to me AND ALSO. im gonna go hide in the tags actually but I owe u my life I am kissing all ur fingers nd toes and maybe lips I’m infinitely happy that ur still here after all this time on this platform, I hope u are having the best day (and the best past few years whilst I’ve been mia <333)

#urusai! baka #OH MYGUAIZIAOZOAKZPIAOAOAO #U DONT UNDERSTAND HOW THIS MADE MY DAY MADE MY WEEK MADE MY ??? MONTH #ILYSM GENUINELY SO SO #I CAME TO CRY ABOUT UR LOVELY COMPLIMENTS IN MY TAGS #BECAUSE I COULDNT DO IT OUT IN THE MAIN POST IM #KICKING MY FEET BLUSHING RUNNING LAPS IN MY BEDROOM AND TAKING COLD SHOWERS #thank u so much for just. ur #idek i never know what to say when someone compliments my writing because im simultaneously combusting at the praise and being seen and just #its so !!!!! thank u for recognizing (??? not the right woed for this but) it and im so happy u like it!!!! #I am working on a fic!! 3k in!! it was going strong and then i got distracted by irl axooaz but its a partner fic with rae rae and SHES #BASICALLY DONE HERS SO IM GONNA QORK HARD TO GET BACK INTO MINE #I love writing sm i just waterboard myself with wips a lil hehe #but hopefully i am praying i xan finish smth for once (again finally) #also re: writers leaving— its so sad and i get itttt and I MISS EVEDYONE ON HERE AND TOSAY I ACC JUAT GOT A TIKTOK FROM 2020 HQ AND IT MADE #ME WANT TO CLAW MY FLESH OFF MY BONES AND FEED IT TO A TIME MACHINE SO I CAN LIKE #PERMANENTLY LIVE IN THAT TIMEEEW AAAA ok ok anyways #i love u pls stay and this msg made my heart explode like a supernova #u r near nd dear to my heart everyone from that time is automatically i am latching onto u all #kissing u loving u hoping the past fww yeass have been amazing for u <33333

[iguessitsjustme]

It’s the end of the year and I am going to do something that I never do and I’m going to get personal and even share some private things (well not too much, I’m still me after all). I know there are still a few days left before the new year, but I’m not sure how much I’ll be on in the next few days, I might live on tumblr or I might not log in at all there’s really no telling. So now is really the best time to make this post.

This has been one of the toughest years of my life. As some of you may know, though most probably don’t, last year in 2021, my house burned down. This was right around the time that I really started getting into the BL fandom on tumblr and really posting about it. This year, my family and I have really been dealing with the aftermath of that amongst other things. I crashed my car (only I would crash into corn), my younger brother and I had Covid, and we lost someone recently who we all dearly and sincerely loved. There are a few other things that are too private and personal for me to share anywhere, but it’s been tough. I’m resilient and used to rolling with the punches, but this year was a bit much, even for me. If you know me, you know I don’t cry easily, but these past few months I have cried more than I have in the past 10 years combined.

But this year has also been wonderful. And I owe a large portion of it to the BL fandom and the friends I have found here on this tiny corner of tumblr. Each and every one of you has brightened my life this past year as we have all watched shows and experienced this fandom together. So thank you all so much. Thank you for being wonderful. Thank you for being kind. Thank you for unknowingly helping me through this year. It is my sincere hope for all of you that you live in precedented times and that you have a wonderful 2023. You all deserve nothing but happiness and joy and good things. And just know, if you ever need to talk to someone for any reason ever, you can talk to me. Even if we have never talked before. Even if you think you’re being annoying, trust me, you’re not. Anyway, I love y’all and here are some good moments from my year to end on: started new job, multiple people visited me in my new city, ren faire, ren faire again, accidentally finding street races, waluigi nondate. There’s more but that’s good enough for now.

Anyway, thank y’all and may we all have a safe and healthy new year.

#rae irl #personal post #long post #i will never ever post something this personal again but i really wanted to thank yall for this year #i'm not tagging anyone because there are so many people and i don't want to miss anyone #i'm now off to go watch some shows #may or may not delete this post later #we'll see

[sunminshine]

Happy October, lovelies! And thank you @dive-in-the-blue for the Receiptify tag 💕

So listen... two of my favourite bands (Arkells and The Glorious Sons) both released albums this month. The Rose and The Beaches also released albums this month. Therefore, my Receiptify has no chill because I had no chill.

@baekhyunnybyun and @ambivartence I'd love to see what your September listening was like!

#thanks again rae 🥰 #tagged 🏷️

[gentlebeardsbarngrill]

Free Rhys Darby ASMR Sources

So @hang-on-lil-tomato got me thinking with their post about Stede Story Time, I did all this research into all the Rhys Darby works and I realised I should probably compile it in case other folks are looking for the same things.

So yeah, I mean, Rhys doesn't do audio books as of yet, but man would that be amazing if he did. So for those of you who want to hear some good 'ol Rhys Darby voice, here's some sources. Please feel free to message me if you have more. ! I'd love to add them, and I'll tag ya :D

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Rhys Darby as Stede Bonnet Youtube Compilations

Stede say'd Ed for a full Minute by justagaycatboy

Stede Bonnet being a bitch for 4 + mins by Rae Hamilton-Vargo

Stede Bonnet being the crew's dad for almost 4 minutes by grim weaper

Stede Bonnet screaming for 2 minutes 15 seconds by "Our Flag Means Death"

Stede Bonnet cursing for almost a whole minute by Murder Turtle

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TV or Mini Series

Rhys Darby in Japan (Freevee on Amazon)

So as someone who lived in Japan for a bit, this series is really really fun. It's awkward, and funny and it's almost all Rhys Darby as he's narrating and living the whole damn thing. There are quotes from this show that I use in my every day life, I love it so much.

Short Poppies (Freevee on Amazon)

Considering most of the characters in this show are in fact Rhys Darby, it's a great way to hear his very colourful range. I haven't seen all the episodes, but I find it quite endearing.

Intrepid Journeys (Rwanda) (Youtube/nzonscreen.com)

Ty @hang-on-lil-tomato and @meanmisscharles for this recommendation! I haven't watched it yet but here's the description:

"This Intrepid Journey sees comedian Rhys Darby taking an OE to the landlocked African country of Rwanda. Darby makes a bunch of friends in the markets of capital city Kigali, then heads on a jungle adventure. Far from the New York office of his Flight of the Conchords character Murray, he searches for critically endangered mountain gorillas. Darby is guided by François — a personable and entertaining park ranger, fluent in primate dialect — whose aping gives Darby a run for his money in gorilla impersonation. Darby is quietened by a sombre genocide memorial, and a 200 kilogram silverback."

Stand up

These are pretty self explanatory, wanna hear Rhys Darby talk for an hour or so? Stand ups the way to do it, all the voices you could want and no one interrupting him.

Rhys Darby I'm A Fighter Jet Rhys Darby: This Way Spaceship It's Rhys Darby Night Mystic Timebird

Youtube Shorts/Channels

Rhys' Youtube Channel featuring stand up shorts, sketches, Rhys' playing games and other fun stuff like "The Alone Rangers". All stuff I have to dive into, thanks again @hang-on-lil-tomato!

Movies

Love Birds (Included with Prime Video)

So if you follow @celluloidbroomcloset you have probably heard of Love Birds, and as someone who is totally normal for Rhys Darby, and loves birds and used to do rescue work, I have to day this movie is adorable. It's a really cute love story, and good god Rhys is hot AF. He and Sally Hawkins have amazing chemistry, and you get lots of good Rhys voice...in a romantic setting. I apologize ahead of time to any of you who lose your soul to this movie.

Coming & Going(Freevee)

So I haven't seen this one personally, so I can't speak to it (it's on my list for this week actually!) so I'll update this once I do.. but in the mean time, here's the description:

"When Lee (Rhys Darby), a young, skilled OBGYN who lacks confidence with women, suffers a minor injury that temporarily lands him in a wheelchair, he meets Alex (Sasha Alexander), the girl of his dreams. Convinced she has only paid attention to him because he's in that chair, he stays in it to win her affections well after his injury has healed."

Podcasts

The Cryptid Factor

You're gonna hear more than just Rhys, you'll hear from Dan Schreiber and Buttons (not ofmd buttons) and some other folks occasionally but you get to hear Rhys in his element, which is awesome because he is the goofy nerdy man we all know and love. The Cryptid Factor on Apple Podcasts

You can also go to their patreon and subscribe for free there-- the paid versions have video footage from a lot of shows and some other cool perks including stickers and book clubs and such.

Aliens Like Us

Thank you @hang-on-lil-tomato for this one! I hadn't found it before

General Reference to Works

Here's some overall guides to his various voice works (thank you again to @hang-on-lil-tomato )

--- Anyway -- hope that helps with your Rhys Darby very normalness :D

#rhys darby #how can i get any work done when rhys darby exists #rhys darby asmr #stede bonnet #ofmd #im totally normal about this #Spotify

[bad268]

A Ride Home (Corpse Husband X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Miscellaneous

Requested: Yee on Wattpad (AGAIN me checking my messages wow)

Warnings: none.

Pronouns: You/your

W.C. 1118

Summary: False promises and first meetings

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~(^White Shirt cover)

It was only supposed to be a small get-together with some of your internet friends. That’s it. That was all you agreed to when Rae first brought it up. 

“There will only be like five people there, I swear,” She had said. Lies. “You’ll know everyone there.” More lies. “When have I ever steered you wrong?” Clearly, there was a first for everything, you thought.

You had no idea whose house you were at, and you don’t know how this “small get-together” of five people turned into a full-blown party with nearly 50 people.

You decided to keep to yourself against a wall by the door. You wanted to make sure if Rae left, you would leave with her since she drove you, and you, once again, did not know where you were. Your phone had died long ago or else you would have navigated back to your apartment and walked, regardless of how far. You were nursing a cup of &lt;em>something</em> as you sat on the floor against the wall, casually watching around at the people moving around the room. Anytime you would make eye contact, you immediately snapped your attention down to your drink as your hands shook with nerves. 

“So much for relaxing,” you chuckled to yourself as you downed the last of your drink. You sighed as you pushed yourself up and made your way to the kitchen to refill the cup. Just your luck, you walked into the kitchen that happened to be packed. In that group, Rae happened to be standing next to a tall man with curly hair. You wanted to go up to them, to tell Rae you wanted to leave, but you also did not want to interrupt their conversation or have the attention turned to you. You waited until the man started walking away before you grabbed Rae’s arm and pulled her to the side, whisper-shouting, “You said a small get-together, not a full-blown frat party! I want out.”

“I can’t drive you home,” She responded, clearly drunk which made you roll your eyes in annoyance. “But my friend, Corpse is going home! I can have him give you a ride home!”

“I would rather walk than get in some random guy’s car, Rae, but thanks,” You said, giving her a tight-lipped smile as you turned on your heels and walked toward the door.

“Don’t be ridiculous!” Rae shouted over the music booming in the living room, causing a few people’s attention to snap towards the two of you.

“Rae, shut up!” You seethed as you pulled her out the front door. “I don’t appreciate the attention and I don’t like the idea of getting into some random dude’s car! That’s how people get killed.”

“Nonsense! Corpse is a close friend of mine,” She explained, “Plus, he’s harmless!”

“That’s what they said about Ted Bundy,” You deadpanned before deciding to sarcastically add, “And with a name like Corpse, I’m sure he wouldn’t hurt a fly.”

“Well, his name’s not actually Corpse,” Rae added as if it were no big deal, “I don’t actually know his real name. That’s just his gamer tag.”

“Oh great! Even better! You don’t even know the guy’s name!” You replied in disbelief. “You can’t be serious, Rae.”

“My name’s [redacted] if that makes you feel better,” A deep voice from behind you interrupts, causing you to turn around to meet the tall man with curly hair from the kitchen. You were speechless. From far away, he was pretty, but up close, he was stunning. His eyes bore straight into yours and you lost all thoughts. 

“Y/n,” you said back, breathlessly, still in awe and slight embarrassment. In your shock, you did not notice Rae get dragged back into the house. The two of you did not really know where to start, so you spent the next few moments in silence. That was until Corpse cleared his throat. 

“I hear you needed a ride home. If it’s the same area I’m heading, I could drop you off,” he offered.

“Thank you, but I’m on the outskirts of San Deigo. I’m probably out of your way,” You admitted, dismissing his offer before starting to walk down the driveway.

“Actually, I’m in the outskirts, too,” he stopped you, reaching for your arm but never grabbing it. “What are your cross streets?” You told him what they were and watched as his face turned from interest to shock. Once you two got the cross streets clarified, he led the way to his car and opened the passenger side for you. He pulled out of the neighborhood as you started making small talk. All was well until you mentioned that you lived in an apartment. “No way, are we in the same apartment building?”

“Mine is F213,” you said, skeptically but also interested to know if you two were so close.

“Did you just move in like a month ago? I just got a new neighbor and I’m pretty sure that’s the number,” Corpse laughed as he pulled up to a stop light and looked over to see your eyes wide. “Ha, we’re neighbors and we didn’t even know!”

“First things first, don’t rat me out if you hear things at 3 AM,” you chuckled, pointing a finger at him but he gave you no mind as he continued to drive. “Rae pulls me in for random lobbies, and I might get a little heated sometimes.”

“As long as you don’t rat me out,” He laughed in response. “Sometimes, I’m the one that makes those lobbies and pulls Rae into it.”

You two continued chatting as he drove through the streets of California (almost getting killed by a few stupid drivers), even stopping at In n Out on the way back for dinner. You both found out that Rae told both of you it was going to be small, and you found out that Michael was the one who pulled everyone in. By the time Cropse pulled into the parking complex, you did not want the night to end. You decided to say something after you walked up the stairs and were just about to split off to go to your separate apartments.

“I had fun hanging out with you tonight, Corpse,” You started. “You are funny and you are super easy to talk to. I hope we can do it again sometime.”

“We don’t have to end here,” Corpse started. “I am supposed to play Party Animals with my friends Jack and Felix. We need four people, and our friend Dave back out earlier today. The spot’s yours if you’re up for it?”

“Count me in,” you laughed, moving to unlock your door, ready to play.

~~~~~

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[chaotic-on-main]

I'M BACK.

Hi guys. I hope you're ready for this.

Welcome to the first ever cringefest hosted by literally all of us writers on tumblr.

What is cringefest, you might be asking? Well my lovely tumblr fiend, this is an event for us lovely creative writers to band together and let go of all our inhibitions. I personally find that I stress out a lot about my writing, making sure it's professional and well written (hell I'm doing it right now as I write this) and that can be very taxing to go through! It's literally so stressful. But what if we said fuck it and wrote for the sake of it?? To be dumb, to laugh at our dumb ideas.

Let's put our blorbos into some situations, yeah??

But first, some answers to some questions:

What do I do?

Write the cringiest, most stupid drabble (or a one-shot if you have more to say) you can about whatever you want.

This is open to any fandom, character, show, anime, movie, trope etc etc.

You need to put them in some real cringy situations though. And make sure your writing itself is cringy, don't hold back!!

Please tw/cw accordingly.

Smut is allowed obviously, I'm not your mom, but again mark MDNI and tw/cw accordingly.

Can I join even if I don't write normally?

ABSOLUTELY. This is open to EVERYONE. AND I MEAN EVERYONE.

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This will be open starting Saturday, July 8th and will close on Saturday, July 15th.

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Tag me, @chaotic-on-main, so that I can compile everyone's stories into one masterpost as they come in.

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I don't feel good about knocking on certain things.

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I'm worried about being bullied for my writing.

Again, not a question, but that's okay! So listen bud, this is the best thing about being cringy on purpose. We're out here being shitty for the sake of being shitty and anyone that makes fun of you is the dummy for not understanding the assignment.

Try not to worry about it, but if you are, please just send it to me in an anon and I will post it and link it to the masterpost. Easy peasy!

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[hanjisungs-bigtittyg0thgf]

Boss

You’re a menace

ceo!jisung x overworked admin!minho

Trigger warnings: none that i know of!

Content warnings: oral, light nipple play, praise, begging, dirty talk, a little hair pulling, finger fucking, names (babe, baby, angel), jisung's a bit of a tease (what else is new), minho gets desperate

Summary: the morning after proves to be just as eventful

Word count: 7599

A/N: omg hi babies ❤️💙 it’s been so long!! shoutout to rae for keeping me online for more than two days this time, you’re a real one. thank you all for your patience while i continue to sort myself and become a functioning member of society again. i’ve got some stuff planned and i’m continuing to work hard to put together more stories for your enjoyment. i'm also redoing my tag list so please don't hesitate to reach out and i'll happily add you!! anyways, follow me here and check out my main!! hard thoughts are always welcome, as are dms. i’d love to make friends with you all!! much love ❤️💙

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Jisung stretched his arms over his head and let out a groan of appreciation before allowing himself to relax back into the sheets, the early morning light filtering into the dim room. Like every morning, visions of Minho danced in his mind as he drifted in and out of consciousness. Unlike every morning, they were memories instead of fantasies.

“That’s right, take it all. Just like that…”

His body ached deliciously, he realized, and he found himself wanting to milk the situation. He was sure he could get Minho to baby him if he pouted enough.

So he finally opened his eyes and rolled onto his side, only to find himself alone in the bed. He sat up immediately, starting to panic. Then he heard the kitchen sink cut on and let out a sigh. He sank back down onto the pillows and stared at the wall, still groggy. He was debating getting up when he heard the sink cut off and Minho walking towards the bedroom.

The door opened to reveal the older man in a simple pair of sweats, carrying a tray filled with food. “Oh, you’re up.” He smiled and Jisung’s heart jumped into his throat.

“Yeah.” He nodded, sitting up again and rubbing his eyes. “What time is it?”

“A little after six.” Minho hummed as he placed the tray on the nightstand and circled the bed to sit on the opposite side. “How did you sleep?”

“Like a rock.” Jisung smiled to himself and picked up the glass of orange juice that sat on the tray, taking a gulp before glancing at the man beside him. “You?”

“It was the best sleep I’ve had in months.” He hummed and leaned back against the headboard, crossing his legs at the ankle. “I don't recall the last time I did anything so physically draining.” He chuckled, turning his head to look at Jisung, who was now happily munching on a slice of toast. “How do you feel?”

There was his opening to get taken care of.

“Sore.” He pouted adorably, a tiny piece of bread still sticking halfway out of his mouth. “I don’t think I can even move.”

Minho’s heart skipped a beat at the sight but he recovered quickly and rolled his eyes playfully. “Well you’re gonna have to because we have work in a couple hours.”

Jisung frowned at the lack of doting and finished chewing the food in his mouth before speaking again. “So you’re not gonna baby me or anything?”

“Are you a baby?” Jisung’s frown deepened and Minho laughed quietly. “Well you did call me daddy last night…”

“That was an accident, I slipped up! Stop teasing me!” Minho only laughed harder at Jisung’s indignance and leaned towards him, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I don’t want to. It’s fun messing with you like this.” Jisung immediately clammed up at the proximity and Minho continued, leaning in further until they were almost nose to nose. “Besides, it was hot. I wanna hear you say it again.”

“No way!” The younger protested despite the way his heart rate spiked in excitement.

“You’d dare to deny me anything I ask for after how many times I made you cum last night?” The corners of his eyes crinkled as his grin betrayed his tone, proving he was far from bothered by this interaction. Once more, Jisung was struck by Minho’s beauty. The proximity made his heart beat so fast he worried he might pass out. His mind raced just as quickly and his cheeks heated up as more memories of the previous night flooded his head. Minho took Jisung’s silence as embarrassment and pulled back, nudging the hand that held the unfinished toast. “Eat. We have to leave soon if you still wanna stop for coffee on the way back to yours.”

Jisung quickly pulled himself from his thoughts and nodded despite his disappointment at things not escalating. When the last bite of bread was halfway to his mouth, he paused. “You know…” he started as Minho made to get off the bed. “You never let me blow you last night.”

Minho paused with one leg hanging off the bed, trying to ignore the blood rushing to his dick. “You’re right.” He hummed, trying to sound casual. If he got his hands on Jisung before they made it out of bed, they wouldn’t be going to work at all. One glance over his shoulder told him that was exactly what was gonna happen.

“I want to.” It wasn’t a request or a demand, it was simply a fact. He wanted to inhale Minho’s cock and he had from the moment he met him.

“And I want you to eat your breakfast.” He fired back. He’d wanted those pretty lips wrapped around his dick for even longer than Jisung had but he was worried what people might say if both of them were late to or even missed work. It was no secret that Jisung wanted Minho. The older man had already gotten plenty of side-eye just for being the object of their boss’s obsession. Any inkling that their suspicions had come true would make him a pariah.

“What if I’d rather have you for breakfast?” Jisung challenged, raising an eyebrow.

“Jisung…” He warned, cock already twitching to life despite his best efforts to ignore it. He needed to get out of this bed and get in the shower. Now.

“Minho...” He sighed, dropping the last of the toast back on the plate and turning to face him. “Listen, I already know what you’re thinking. I know you’re worried about what will happen if people find out. To tell you the truth, I don’t really care if people know. You are my favorite in the office, everyone already knows that. They have eyes.” Minho opened his mouth to protest but Jisung didn’t stop so he settled back into his previous position. “But I know it’s bothering you and I’m not gonna let anything bad happen. I can’t just go around firing people for mistreating you for something I quite literally begged for so obviously I’m not gonna let anyone know. If we’re late, you can drop me off across the street and take a lap around the block so we aren’t walking in together. I will figure something out but can we please fool around just a little while longer?”

Minho’s cheeks were flushed a soft pink by the time Jisung was finished speaking. Who was this man in front of him? The Jisung he knew was desperate and cocky, not careful and considerate. His cockiness was one of the things that turned Minho on. But something about the way Jisung was trying to do right by him made his insides feel funny.

His response was simple. He didn’t speak and opted instead to pull the younger man onto his lap. Jisung’s breath hitched at the small display of strength as if he hadn’t been manhandled by this man multiple times within the last twelve hours. His hands rested comfortably on Minho’s shoulders as he settled down, taking notice of the bulge pressing against his ass.

“Can I kiss you?”

“You didn’t ask last night.” Minho offered a wry smile as he pulled Jisung into him.

The younger man rolled his eyes but pressed his lips to Minho’s instead of arguing back that Minho hadn’t exactly asked about a few things he did last night either. It felt nice kissing Minho. His lips were soft and inviting and Jisung decided at that moment that he could die happy if he got to kiss Minho for the rest of his life. He was being presumptuous, of course. You couldn't decide you’d spend your life with someone after spending a single night with them. But he could indulge in his delusions for a little while. Who could it really hurt?

Minho’s tongue slipped into his mouth and he let out a soft whine, grinding down against him. The squeeze on his hips was a subtle warning to slow down lest he lose the opportunity to blow Minho in favor of getting fucked again. To Minho’s surprise, Jisung took the warning for what it was and stilled his hips, sucking on the older man’s tongue instead.

Minho let out a surprised moan and squeezed Jisung’s bare ass, arching into him when his fingers ghosted over his chest. Jisung was delighted by how responsive Minho was and fought back a grin when the older man moaned pathetically at a light pinch to his nipples. He didn’t say anything as his lips trailed to Minho’s jaw, just continued to manipulate his body until the bulge pressing against his ass was entirely unignorable. His own dick was rock hard as he licked and sucked on Minho’s neck and shoulders, leaving a trail of spit behind.

He was careful not to leave any marks above the collar for Minho’s sake but he certainly didn’t shy away from trying to fluster him. “Beautiful…” He whispered as he pulled back to admire the red mark on Minho’s shoulder. Immediately, the man beneath him flushed red, giving him another surge of courage. “I like when you blush for me.”

“I thought you were a bottom.” Minho retorted, afraid to lose the upper hand.

“Are bottoms not allowed to appreciate the effect they have on tops?” He rolled his eyes, pinching Minho’s nipples again and earning another weak moan.

“Whatever…” He mumbled, watching as Jisung leaned down to lick his chest. It was then that he noticed just how hard the younger man was. His cock was an angry red as it strained between them and Minho saw that as his opportunity to take control again. He’d planned on caving and telling Jisung to just blow him already, but seeing his stiff cock made him rethink that plan. Instead, he wrapped one hand around Jisung’s dick while the other gave his ass a rough squeeze. Jisung’s hips canted forwards in response and he made a small noise as he lapped at one of Minho’s nipples while pinching the other.

Both of them were getting pathetic after a few minutes of this back and forth, Jisung lightly biting Minho’s nipples and Minho tugging Jisung’s dick in response. Jisung refused to give in. He couldn’t let Minho fuck him without first getting a taste of his beautiful cock.

Finally, Minho surrendered. “Just fucking blow me already, Jisung, oh my god.” He groaned, both frustrated and unbelievably turned on. How had he gotten so worked up from a twink toying with his nipples?

Because it’s not just any twink, it’s Jisung.

“Thank fuck. I was going crazy.” Jisung laughed breathlessly and quickly moved down the bed, lapping up the smear of precum he’d left on Minho’s belly. He quickly removed Minho’s sweats and bit his lip when his dick sprung free and slapped against the very same area he’d just licked. “Now that I’m getting a closer look, every inch of you is beautiful…” he mused, wrapping a hand around the base and looking up at Minho through his lashes.

“Shut up…” Minho grumbled, flustered at how quickly Jisung had turned the tables. No, Jisung didn’t plan to top, but the fact that he had Minho in shambles was borderline terrifying to Minho. It wasn’t rare for him to be at the mercy of another but it was extremely rare for him to be this much of a mess, especially just from foreplay.

“I don’t wanna.” Jisung hummed, giving a gentle squeeze as he licked the tip. He took note of the way Minho’s lips parted further in a silent gasp. “I like playing with you.” He grinned and Minho felt something jump inside him. “Maybe it’s the brat in me but I wanna be a tease. I think it’s cute seeing you like this after how rough you were last night.”

“You’re gonna regret this next time, Ji- oh fuck-” he couldn’t finish his sentence as the younger man swallowed him whole. Jisung’s mouth felt perfect, like it was made for sucking cock - his cock. Warm, wet, and able to take his full length without gagging. It was dizzying.

Jisung felt pride swell in his chest as he looked up through his lashes and saw Minho’s jaw already hanging slack. His hand moved from Minho’s dick to knead at the soft flesh of his thigh, nose pressing against his pelvis, and he heard a low groan above him. God he’d wanted this for so long…

He felt a hand in his hair and swallowed as Minho held him in place. “Fuck, Ji…” he all but hissed at the way Jisung’s throat constricted around him. To make things more difficult for Minho, Jisung shook his head and the older man’s body went rigid. He hollowed his cheeks as he pulled off for air, sucking hard until he finally released him with a pop. “Where the fuck did you learn that?” Minho asked breathlessly.

Jisung was practically glowing at that point, about to lose his own mind over the way Minho was reacting to him. It was such a simple motion and he’d never known anyone to go insane over it so the fact that Minho, the hard-to-get man he’d wanted to bang since the moment they met, was already about to go feral was more than a little gratifying.

“Probably the internet.” He shrugged and licked a fat stripe from the base to the tip before pausing. “And I thought I told you not to call me Ji last night.”

“I’m sorry I blanked when you put my whole dick in your mouth?” Minho sounded incredulous and Jisung just laughed as his tongue swirled around the tip. “How is that the thing on your mind when you’ve got me balls deep in your fucking face?”

“Well maybe I want you to use my full name. I already told you I like it.” He huffed adorably before suckling on the side. He grinned at the soft gasp he earned and briefly sucked on his balls before peppering kisses all the way back to the tip.

Minho allowed his eyes to slip shut as Jisung flicked his tongue back and forth over the underside of the head. Despite having gone six rounds last night and being utterly exhausted, Minho was still unbelievably horny. He wanted to stay in bed with Jisung all day, fucking like rabbits and only stopping for water, but he couldn’t and it was frustrating him. How was he supposed to get this out of his system in time for work?

Jisung took advantage of Minho’s lack of attention and took him all the way once more, internally cheering at the choked gasp that came from above him. This time, though, he didn’t stay in place very long. He pulled back to the tip, only to swallow him whole once more. He repeated his actions, bobbing his head rhythmically to earn a symphony of surprisingly pitiful moans. What happened to the demanding man who took control of Jisung’s body and damn near forced compliance the night before?

Jisung’s thoughts wandered further and his fingers moved of their own accord. At first, they teased Minho’s balls, enhancing the heavenly sensation that he was experiencing. Then, when he was entirely relaxed despite being so high strung, they traveled further and ghosted over his hole. Immediately, Minho grabbed Jisung’s wrist to stop him as a strange tingle of anxiety slithered up his spine. “Don’t.” He croaked weakly, eyes opening just enough to find Jisung’s gaze.

He wasn’t afraid of bottoming, he’d bottomed plenty of times in the past and loved every second of it. But he couldn’t bottom for Jisung. Not when he wanted to maintain control. Something inside of him needed to be in control when it came to the man currently kitten-licking the tip of his dick. He needed to be the one in charge so Jisung could take a break from the pressure of having to be the boss and just relax. He had to take care of him, not the other way around.

“One day.” Jisung hummed as soon as he pulled off to breathe. He was entirely unbothered by Minho’s protest, not seeing the nervousness in the older man’s expression. He wasn’t all that serious about getting Minho to bottom for him but if he decided he wanted to, he knew he could. He always got his way in the end.

Minho responded only with a scoff as he released Jisung’s wrist, melting back into the pillows when the younger relented. The hand on his dick forced away every thought that wasn’t about Jisung or what he was doing and his eyes closed once more. Again, Jisung used the opportunity to catch him by surprise and reached up to pinch his nipple as he suckled on the head of his cock.

Minho’s pathetic sound made his dick twitch and he groaned around the cock in his mouth, eyes rolling back. Part of him hated how hot this was because he feared he may never be this attracted to anyone else ever again.

His thoughts were disrupted by Minho’s hand tangling in his hair and shoving him down on his dick. They both moaned weakly as Minho guided Jisung’s head, body jerking each time his nipples were so much as grazed. He was somewhat disappointed when Jisung’s fingers left his chest but he was quickly pacified by the way his balls were fondled.

Minho felt the heat pooling in his belly begin to spread through his entire body as he got closer to the edge. His face and chest were flushed a pretty rose color as his pulse thrummed in his ears. He was so fucking close. He just needed…

“Jisung-” Minho groaned as he grabbed the younger man’s hand and pulled it back up his body. Jisung immediately understood and would’ve smirked if not for the dick in his mouth. Minho was cute when he was desperate.

However, he decided to be a tease. He pretended not to know what was being asked of him and raked his nails down Minho’s chest, watching with glee as the older man shuddered. “Don’t- ah- don’t do this…” Minho practically whined and Jisung felt his dick throb. “You know what I meant.”

“Do I?” He asked as soon as he pulled off. Okay, maybe he did want a little control. Who could blame him though? Minho was quiet, lethal. And currently, he was a fucking mess over a blow job.

“Jisung…” He frowned, annoyed at the way he was being toyed with.

“What?” He feigned innocence, fingertips tracing random shapes on Minho’s side.

“You know what I want.”

“Mm I do.” He hummed with a smug grin. “But I wanna hear you say it.”

“Don’t make me beg you, Jisung, I already have to suck up to you at work.”

He seemed close to throwing a tantrum and Jisung huffed in amusement. He finally knew how to get under Minho’s skin. Minho, the only man who could tame Jisung’s brattiness, wanted instant gratification and hated begging. Jisung wasn’t the only selfish one.

“You know, I didn't intend to make you beg, I was just having fun messing with you. But now that you’ve given me the idea, I think I wanna hear you beg for me.” Who knows if I’ll be in any position of power like this again? Gotta milk this while I can. He added mentally.

Everything was silent for a moment and when Minho didn’t immediately give in, Jisung swallowed his disappointment and hurriedly wrapped his lips back around the gorgeous cock before him. At least he’d still gotten to blow him and would finally know what he tasted like. But his hands still didn’t move and Minho’s resolve crumbled quickly.

Okay, just this once…

“Jisung, please…” his voice was almost undetectable but Jisung managed to pick up on it and worked a little faster. “I’m so fucking close, I just need-” he cut himself off and tugged at Jisung’s hands again, disappointment painted on his face when he still didn’t get what he wanted. “I need you to do it again, Jisung. Please. It’s not the same if I do it myself. It feels fucking amazing when you do it and I’m gonna cum if you do it again.” He hated begging but he needed the stimulation.

Jisung was frozen in place, pupils blown wide with lust as he looked up at Minho’s humiliated expression. He’d spent months trying to get Minho to say a nice word to him and now he was begging for mercy. “Was that so hard?” He teased as he reached up and twisted both of Minho's nipples, earning a glare despite the obvious pleasure showing on his face.

“Shut up…” he mumbled before another yelp was pulled from him when Jisung pinched him again, lips ghosting over the tip of his dick. “Oh fuck- keep doing that, oh my god, I’m so fucking close.” The begging was effortless and shameless this time, though he knew he’d regret it later.

Finally satisfied with Minho’s response, Jisung pressed his tongue into the slit before looking up at him. “Cum for me. I just know you’re gonna look so pretty…”

Humiliated by Jisung’s words but too close to ecstasy to argue, Minho complied. He let go, arching into Jisung’s touch as he came undone. White hot pleasure flooded his body, like lava in his veins as his entire body jerked with the force of his orgasm.

Jisung was quick to catch everything in his mouth, moaning loudly at the taste. He continued to toy with Minho’s nipples and give his full attention to the pulsing cock in his mouth until the older man had to push him away as he quickly became overstimulated. Jisung reluctantly released the man beneath him and got up on his knees, opening his mouth to show that he’d swallowed everything.

Minho lay panting as Jisung forced his way into his arms and they both spoke at the same time.

“That was so fucking hot. You’re so fucking hot.”

“If you play with me like that again, I’m ruining you.”

Minho could take neither the teasing nor the praise Jisung seemed so eager to dole out. Jisung was thrilled to have gotten under his skin. Neither of them wanted to let this go, but for very different reasons.

Jisung was surprised at the hostility he sensed and froze just as Minho wrapped his arms around him. “I’m so sorry. I got carried away. You were clearly flustered the entire time and then I lost all common sense and kept pushing until you begged.”

“Shut up.”

“No, I want to apologize. I was doing too much. I mean, you never so much as hinted at wanting me to finger fuck you and I was about to. I was entirely dazed and let myself lose control.”

“Oh my god, Jisung, stop talking. Just give me a minute to think.” Minho squeezed his arms around Jisung to emphasize his point as he regained clarity.

Jisung went quiet and watched Minho’s face as he processed what had just happened. He was starting to feel guilty. He was used to being coaxed into begging, being forced to submit in every way imaginable. He doubted Minho had ever submitted once in his life. His personality was just so dominant and he was clearly well-versed in taming brats like Jisung.

“I have never experienced anything like that.” Jisung felt his fears being confirmed and averted his gaze but listened, bracing himself for the chastisement. “It was humiliating to be put in that role by you of all people.” His heart sank further and he prepared to back away, hands already pressing on Minho's chest. “I’ve bottomed plenty of times, though never for someone I’ve previously topped, and I’ve never had such a mind-blowing orgasm.” Wait. Pause. He wasn’t mad? “Consider this your warning: if you try to make that a regular thing, I will make you pay.” Oh. Maybe he was… “But right now I’m gonna fuck you because holy shit, babe.” He finished, groaning as he buried his face in Jisung’s neck and took a deep breath of his scent.

“You’re…not mad?” He asked quietly, already tipping his head back to bare his throat to the older.

“I’m too fucking horny to be mad right now.” The way his voice dipped made Jisung’s dick twitch back to life. The fear of having fucked up had killed his boner but all it took was one soft bite below his earlobe and his raging hard-on was back. “I’m still gonna make a mess of you but don’t think too hard about it. It’s not a punishment. I’m just fucked up right now, baby.”

He simply nodded in response and let Minho flip them over, sighing when his back hit the sheets. He was still naked from the night before so their dicks rubbed deliciously against each other while Minho attacked his neck and he couldn’t stifle a moan. Seeing his reaction to the simple touch, Minho reached between them and took both of their cocks in one hand, slowly stroking them together as he sucked a mark into Jisung’s shoulder. He was dumbfounded by how hard he still was after how hard he came but he certainly wasn’t mad about it.

Another soft moan tumbled from Jisung’s lips and Minho pulled back to look down at him, rolling his hips for more friction. Jisung’s eyes were already closed, his lips parted as his breathing grew ragged. Minho hadn’t taken the time to fully appreciate him last night, having only wanted to force him into submission and fuck the attitude right out of him. Now that he was looking at him… “You’re so pretty, baby…” he whispered, watching as Jisung’s cheeks flushed pink.

The younger man opened his eyes and pouted adorably at the compliment. “Shut up.” He whined and Minho laughed.

“Oh come on, we both know you thrive on praise just like you lose your damn mind over being degraded.” He rolled his eyes and Jisung froze. He wasn’t sure how to act now. Last night, Minho had absolutely wrecked him, broken him down in a matter of minutes, but now he was seeing an entirely different side of him and was confused. “Take the compliment so we can move on.”

Jisung nodded slowly, cautiously, and frowned as Minho released their cocks. He was on the verge of protest when Minho pressed their lips together in a surprisingly gentle kiss and allowed his hands to ghost up Jisung’s sides. He gasped against Minho's lips, hands flying to his shoulders.

He eagerly parted his lips when he felt Minho's tongue seeking entrance, one hand sliding to tangle in the older man’s silky tresses. Minho’s hands wandered as his tongue explored Jisung’s mouth, catching a taste of himself just before he retreated. He wanted to make out but there was a more pressing issue to attend to.

Jisung frowned when Minho pulled away but his disappointment was quickly replaced with a dizzying wave of desire as kisses were trailed down his body. His dick was already leaking at the thought of what could happen next and he shuddered when he felt soft kisses pressed to his hips. Minho’s next statement made his whole body threaten to shut down.

“I’ve wanted to do this since the first time I saw your picture. Wanted to suck your dick, eat you out if you’d let me. God, I could do that for hours…”

Jisung shuddered at Minho’s words and the way his warm breath fanned across his dick. He desperately wanted that. But he knew they were running out of time. “Next time.” He moaned breathily. “When we don’t have anywhere to be, you can take as long as you want with me.” He assured him, nodding enthusiastically. He wished they could afford to do it right then but he knew better.

“Already planning to spend the night with me again?” Minho teased, half expecting Jisung to clam up at the realization that he’d been caught making plans.

“Is that an invitation? Cause I’ll show up if you’re serious.” Jisung lifted his head, looking down just in time to see Minho licking his lips. Their gazes met and Jisung stifled a gasp at the intensity he saw in Minho's eyes.

“You better take your ass home and pack a bag after work because you won’t be leaving until Monday morning if you intend to show up at my door tonight.” He only broke eye contact to duck his head, lips pressing briefly to the tip of Jisung’s cock. “I’ll take my time going down on you and eating your sweet ass. Make you cum so many times you black out. You won’t be able to leave the bed even if you want to because your legs won’t work.”

Holy shit… His whole body lit up as he let out a weak moan, the tantalizing burn of arousal tingling through every inch of him. The thought alone made his eyes roll back and his toes curl. I’ll eat your ass too, if you let me.

“What’s that, baby?”

“Hmm?” Jisung was entirely dazed, imagining how their weekend would go, and hadn’t realized he’d spoken his thoughts.

“You said something.”

“Oh.” His cheeks flushed red as he came back to reality, no longer entirely dazed due to his own mortification. Had he really said that out loud? “It’s not important.”

“Tell me.” Minho’s voice was sultry as he coaxed the younger man, lips ghosting over Jisung’s hips while one hand slowly worked his cock.

“But-”

“Please?” Jisung whimpered at Minho’s pleading expression, suddenly hating that he’d managed to get Minho to beg earlier because now he was weaponizing it.

“I-I said I’d do the same if you’d let me…” He mumbled, cheeks blazing. He looked anywhere but at the man between his legs, worried he’d be upset after warning Jisung against toying with him.

Minho could only laugh, pressing his lips to Jisung’s thigh after a moment. “You’re persistent. Do you really wanna top me that bad?”

“Yes- I mean no…I dunno, maybe?” He whined, wiggling under Minho's touch. “It's hard to think when you’re playing with my dick.” He huffed.

“Should I stop?”

“No!” He hated how panicked he sounded.

“That’s what I thought.” Minho chuckled and nipped at his thigh, earning a whimper. “We can finish that conversation tonight. Right now, I need to…” his voice trailed off and he licked up the vein that ran along the underside of Jisung’s dick.

“Yes. Yes, you do- oh my god.” Jisung let his head fall back into the pillows and tangled a hand in Minho's hair as he wrapped his lips around the head. He tugged gently at the silky locks, trying to guide Minho to take more of him, but didn’t force it when he felt resistance.

Minho’s approach was to focus on the tip while his hands worked the rest. He couldn’t throat dick as well as Jisung. He knew he actually had a gag reflex, even if only a mild one, so he opted to take a more teasing approach.

He sucked hard and Jisung made a pathetic noise, back arching slightly. Satisfied with the reaction, he pulled off to kiss and suck along the side instead. The barely-audible whine of protest had him digging his thumb into the slit in an attempt to quell Jisung’s neediness.

Jisung’s hips jerked back in response in a feeble attempt to keep his composure. A small yelp tumbled from his lips, morphing into a moan when Minho sucked on his balls. A knot settled in the pit of his belly and he knew he wouldn’t last long, especially if Minho was about to do what he thought.

He allowed his legs to be pushed up, quickly hooking them over the older man’s shoulders when prompted, and felt as if he was sinking further into the bed upon feeling Minho’s tongue flatten against his hole. “Please…” He let out a reedy moan, tugging at Minho's hair as he tried his damndest to hold still. He felt nails biting into his skin as his ass was squeezed with one hand and his dick throbbed in Minho's grasp.

Each pass of Minho’s tongue made his body more tense as he fought to remain composed. It was damn near impossible with the onslaught of pleasure. After what felt like eternity but could only have been a couple minutes, he felt Minho pull back a bit. He whined but was quickly pacified when he felt a long finger pressing into him.

The older man seemed frenzied as he worked Jisung open, the lewd sounds of Minho sucking one of the prettiest dicks he’d ever seen filling the room and making them both hotter. He wanted to slow down but he was entranced, hellbent on making the younger cum before he actually fucked him.

Jisung’s breathing was labored as Minho sucked harshly on the tip while pumping two fingers inside him, occasionally curling them to brush against his prostate. He was embarrassingly close to letting go despite Minho barely doing anything. It had been less than five minutes and his legs were already shaking. So he declared that.

“Oh fuck- ‘m so close-” he cried, pulling at Minho’s hair while his free hand bunched up the sheets.

Minho pulled off for a moment, curling his fingers to make up for the absence of his mouth, and took in Jisung’s expression. His eyes were squeezed shut, his brows drawn down, and his pillowy lips hung open in a small “o” shape. “Then cum for me, baby.” He urged, his voice strained.

Jisung needed no further convincing and the second Minho's lips were back around the head of his cock, his back arched off the bed before his entire body jerked as the band in his belly finally snapped. The sounds he let out were worthy of being recorded and shared with the world. His dick throbbed as ropes of hot cum filled Minho’s mouth and he made a pathetic noise at the thought of Minho swallowing everything.

Minho did just that, groaning at the taste as he drained every last drop from Jisung. As Jisung came down from his high, Minho peppered kisses along his hips, earning soft gasps every few seconds. There was that urge not to leave the bed again…

Finally, he pulled back. Jisung whimpered in dismay at the loss of contact, his bleary eyes opening slowly. He wanted more. He watched as the older man started to get up and frowned. “Minho-”

“Wait.” His voice was soft as he delivered the simple command and Jisung’s mouth instantly snapped shut. His eyes followed Minho as he crawled to the edge of the bed and plucked the bottle of lube from where it had been dropped on the floor the previous night.

Jisung felt a rush of arousal at the sight of the bottle and his teeth began to weather his bottom lip in anticipation as memories flooded his mind. He wanted nothing more than to be filled. He could feel the ghost of Minho's touch as he recalled the events of the night before and he found himself fighting the urge to drag Minho back on top of him.

Minho was quick to settle on his knees between Jisung’s legs, uncapping the bottle and squeezing a ridiculous amount into his palm. “You’re a menace, Han Jisung.” He groaned as he spread the lube all over his dick. Jisung pouted at that but didn’t get a chance to ask why Minho was being mean again. “I came six times last night, I shouldn’t be so worked up.”

Jisung’s disappointment quickly shifted to pride and he couldn’t stifle the soft laugh that slipped out. “I’m a menace? Maybe you’re just desperate.” He quipped, expecting a retort full of fake venom. That’s not what he got though.

“Oh I definitely am. I’ve wanted a piece of you since before we actually met.” He admitted as he squeezed a little more lube onto his fingers and pressed them against Jisung’s entrance, massaging. Jisung’s eyes widened briefly before they rolled back and he let out a withering moan. Minho smirked, satisfied with the reaction. As soon as the words left his mouth, he’d been worried that Jisung would hold it over him. Instead, the younger man simply keened.

While Jisung was distracted, Minho took the opportunity to press the head of his thick cock to his hole. Eyes that had slipped shut were suddenly wide open and full of want. Seeing just how desperate Jisung was becoming, Minho refrained from pushing in and leaned down instead. His messy hand wrapped around Jisung’s dick as their lips met, eating up the frustrated noise the younger let out.

“Minho…” he moaned into the kiss, hands naturally coming to rest on Minho’s shoulders. The slide of their lips lit a fire under his skin and his toes curled. He tried to wiggle his way onto Minho's cock and made a distressed noise when he couldn’t. “Put it in. Please?” He whined, pulling back to make eye contact.

What he saw made his heart race. Minho looked at him with wonder and admiration, so many unspoken praises behind his eyes. He looked at Jisung as if he’d hung the stars in the sky. At least, that’s what Jisung interpreted it as.

“You’re cute when you’re desperate.” He teased, no malice present in his tone. His voice sounded sweet, like honey.

“Please…” Jisung whispered, something catching in his throat and rendering him incapable of uttering anything more. Maybe he was delusional, maybe it was just the sex, but he swore he saw affection somewhere in that gaze.

“Adorable.” A lazy smile spread across Minho’s lips as he brought them to meet Jisung’s once more and guided his length into the younger man. They ate up each other’s sounds, their kisses already drunk and sloppy.

Minho was big and filled Jisung perfectly. Jisung decided on the spot that this was a sign from the universe that they were meant for each other. Who else could make him feel like this? He’d certainly never encountered anyone as perfect as Minho.

Minho began to trail his lips along Jisung’s jaw, burying his face in his neck and taking a deep breath. He felt Jisung clench involuntarily and smirked at the gasp he let out. His tongue darted out, flattening over Jisung’s pulse point, and he groaned at the taste of his sweat. “Every inch of you tastes like heaven, baby…” he whispered in his ear, lips ghosting over his earlobe.

Jisung shuddered at that, Minho’s words and the way he teased his ear sending a fresh wave of arousal crashing down over his body. He couldn’t form a coherent thought, let alone string together a sentence. Minho had hit the nail on the head when he said Jisung thrived on praise.

The younger man rocked his hips, desperate for friction. Minho hadn’t moved an inch since he bottomed out and it was driving him insane. “Plea- ah..!” His begging morphed into a pathetic moan as Minho drove him up the bed with a single thrust.

He set a rhythmic pace, going slow so that Jisung could feel every inch of him. It was torture but he loved it. He wanted this to last a while before they had to leave the bed and pretend none of this ever happened in front of his associates.

Jisung’s nails dug into his back and he let out a low groan before attacking his neck with bites and kisses. “You’re driving me fucking insane.” He all but growled, grunting as their hips met with each thrust. “You take me so well, baby. How the fuck am I supposed to act normal at work when I know how good you feel?”

Jisung could only let out a strangled moan as his cock twitched at the dirty talk. His mouth hung open, letting out tiny sounds right beside Minho’s ear each time the headboard met the wall. The neighbors were gonna be sick of him by Monday if they weren’t already…

After a particularly hard thrust, Jisung pressed a palm against the headboard to brace himself while the other continued to claw at Minho’s back. He could feel the knot in his belly getting tighter but he forced it away, wanting to hold on as long as possible. Hands guided his legs around Minho’s waist and he instantly locked his ankles as he attempted to pull him in deeper. “Fuck- it’s so good-” he slurred, head tipping further back when he felt lips on his throat.

“Yeah? You like it, baby?” Jisung’s weak moan was answer enough and Minho fought the urge to leave a mark on his golden skin, not wanting to have to watch him try to explain it later. Instead, he licked over each kiss and let out a guttural noise each time.

His own orgasm was drawing closer but he didn’t want to finish early and have to get Jisung off another way so he paused and pulled back just enough to see the younger man’s flushed face. His expression was that of pure bliss and it made Minho’s cock twitch as need burned through his body. “Stunning…” he whispered before catching Jisung’s lips in a sweet kiss, a strong arm wrapping around him and pulling him impossibly closer.

The praise was intoxicating. He’d been called pretty plenty of times, had men falling at his feet to tell him how beautiful he was, but it was different coming from Minho. More gratifying. Add that to the way their tongues danced, exploring and taking every opportunity to taste as much of each other as possible, and he was on cloud nine. He’d have the worst time trying to focus later…

When they finally parted for air, Jisung rocked his hips. “Please keep going…” he whispered, finally peeking out with half-lidded eyes to see Minho staring intensely at him once more. “I need it.” He added and watched as the older man caved.

Minho captured Jisung’s lips once more as he resumed his previous actions and greedily drank up the series of moans and whimpers that followed. He worked a bit faster now, almost frenzied as he tried to finish them both off. His head was spinning and his pulse was racing as his orgasm drew closer. He was so fucking close…

“O-oh! There! Just like that! Oh my god ‘m gonna cum-” Jisung’s cries only pushed him closer to the edge and he nodded as he buried his face in his neck.

“That’s right, baby, let go. Cum for me, angel.” Minho’s coaching was the last straw for Jisung and he let out a wail as a blistering orgasm wracked his body. His body shuddered with each shockwave of pleasure, nails biting into Minho’s back. He let out a symphony of sounds, each one prettier than the last, and Minho knew immediately that he would become addicted to this.

Even in the midst of his orgasm, Jisung thought of Minho. He knew the older man was right on the edge and he wanted to get him there faster. He wanted to help him finish. Mostly, though, he wanted to be filled with cum.

He was subtle with his motions and Minho thought he was simply clinging to him but his intentions became obvious when he felt both hands on his chest. “Ji…” he whispered, lips already parting in a silent moan despite his best efforts.

His hips stuttered and his thrusts grew sloppy when Jisung began toying with his nipples like before. He muttered something about Jisung being a tease and finally sank his teeth into his shoulder as the knot in his belly unraveled. He bit and sucked on the sweat-slick skin there, dead set on leaving another mark.

A particularly rough twist made him cry out against Jisung’s skin as he emptied himself. His whole body was on fire as he came and began to slow down. Jisung let out a soft whine at the sensation of Minho’s cum inside him and immediately slipped his arms around his neck while his legs pulled him in deeper, holding onto him for dear life.

Minho's hot breath on his skin made him even more reluctant to let go of him, so he didn’t. He held him in place as they gasped for air, stars dancing behind their eyes. Finally, Jisung broke the silence.

“I don’t wanna go to work.” He groaned in annoyance as he reluctantly loosened his grip on Minho.

Minho didn’t answer right away, too preoccupied with littering lazy kisses along Jisung’s collarbone and jaw as he whispered more praises. When he did respond, however, it was exactly what Jisung anticipated. “Unfortunately, we have to.” He glanced at the clock and sighed. “We have less than an hour to get ready. We should shower so we aren’t late.” He groaned, reflecting Jisung’s annoyance.

“I guess.” He sighed but made no move to push Minho off him. “I’m gonna be thinking about this all day.”

“Me too.” Minho grinned and kissed him briefly, rocking his hips teasingly and swallowing the moan he earned. “Come on. We’ve got all weekend to do this.” He whispered finally, lips never parting from Jisung’s until he began to force himself out of bed.

The weekend couldn’t get here fast enough…

#kpop smut #stray kids #stray kids smut #stray kids jisung #stray kids han jisung #han jisung smut #stray kids minsung #minsung #minsung smut #stray kids minho #lee minho #lee minho smut #stray kids lee know #lee know #lee know smut #alura’s works

[flightlessangelwings]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤

Making a new post cause I was tagged my multiple people and took forever to to this (my bad 😅) but thanks for the tags @fromthedeskoftheraven @sp00kymulderr and @thefact0rygirl (months ago lol) 💖💖💖💖

1. I Lied, Joel Miller x fem!reader

2. In My Arms (Over and Over Again), Loki x gn!reader

3. Dive Bar Rockstar, Tommy Miller x fem!reader

4. Glitter and the Guard, Frank Castle x fem!reader

5. Just Kiss Like Real People Do, tasm!Peter Parker x gn!reader

Honerable mentions- The Favorite, Comandte Veracruz x fem!reader x Javier Peña and La Estrella de mi Vida, Javi Gutierrez x fem!reader

I’m incredibly proud of all those fics and these are all so special to me! Even if some of them have less notes than I’d have liked, I’m still so happy with them because I poured a lot into them and I really put my heart in those pieces! 💖

No pressure tags @rae-gar-targaryen @wildemaven @dameronscopilot @flordeamatista @drabbles-mc @spacecowboyhotch @campingwiththecharmings @saradika @lovesbiggerthanpride @moonlight-prose

#joel miller x reader #joel the last of us x reader #loki x reader #loki laufeyson x reader #tommy miller x reader #frank castle x reader #comandante veracruz x reader #javier peña x reader #javi gutierrez x reader #tagged #tag game #tasm!peter parker x reader

[queermentaldisaster]

Another Love chapter two

And lemme be sappy here for a minute. when I first started this series, I never thought it'd get this much attention. I'm glad it did, don't get me wrong. But it astounds me. So thank you. To all of you.

And a heads up that this is the end of what I like to call arc two. Arc three will be...darker. I hope y'all are ready.

Tags: @forestshadow-wolf @rainerestored @8-rae-rae-8 @axelaxolotl09 @im-here-and-im-confused @bringinsexybackk69 (If you want to be added to or removed from the taglist, let me know!)

Chapter underneath the cut.

He was floating on cloud nine, as he giggled. ‘Och, ah'm actin’ like a wee schoolgirl with a crush!’ he thought, leaning against the wall. ‘But Simon loves me back…’ he beamed, letting out a breath. Price came over, and saw Soap. He must've had the dumbest lovestruck look on his face, because he was pulled out of his thoughts by Price speaking. “Soap, you good? You look like you just had the best meal of your life.”

Soap beamed, standing up straight. “Aye, ah'm fine, Captain. But ah just had ma first kiss ‘s all!” He giggled again, causing Price to raise an eyebrow and tilt his head slightly to the side. “What? Your first kiss?” Soap nodded happily. “Aye, Simon kissed me!” he let out a contented sigh. “Ah love that man…” He murmured, his heart racing. ‘That was better than ah ever imagined.’ he thought. Price shook his head with a fond grin. “You’re ridiculous, Soap.” He chuckled, patting Soap's shoulder and walking off.

Soap beamed and rushed to his room. He pulled out his sketchbook, flipping past the various drawings of Ghost to a blank page. He sat down at his desk with a pencil, and began sketching the small amount of Ghost's face he'd been able to see. The Glasgow smile that was reduced to faded scars, the blondish-brown stubble, the way his lips curved into that sultry smirk. He made sure to capture every detail, and he let out a sigh as he finished. He added some shading where the mask casted a shadow, kicking his feet slightly as he did so. He let out another sigh. He flipped back to one of his earlier sketches, one of Ghost sitting in an armchair in the medical bay, asleep. He'd looked so peaceful, and Soap just had to capture it. He'd added the finishing touches after Ghost had left.

He smiled, running a thumb along the lineart, careful not to smudge anything. He let out a breath, closed his sketchbook, and stood up to go head out for training. He stepped out of his room, and as he walked past a supply closet, he felt something hit him in the head, hard enough to knock him unconscious. Time seemed to slow as he fell, his vision starting to go black. ‘Simon…ah need help…’ and then he hit the ground, and everything went black.

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He was woken up by a jolt, like a car going over a speed bump, or a helo hitting turbulence. There was rope around his wrists and some kind of fabric in his mouth, keeping him quiet. He let out a weak grunt, and opened his eyes, to find a…demon standing in front of him. The demon's wings were torn, her eyes blank, one of her horns half broken off, and she had an American patch on her chest. There was a collar around her neck. She turned her head slightly. “Commander Graves,” she said, in a thick Russian accent. Soap's eyes widened as he saw Graves step into view. “Ah! Our guest is awake!” He exclaimed. “Good job Mirror, I'll take over watching him.” The demon, Mirror, nodded, turning around and walking off. She went over to the front seats of the helo. Soap turned an angry glare onto Graves. He noticed the burn scar in the shape of Ghost's hand on Graves's left cheek, and he let out a proud huff.

Graves laughed, a bitter sound. “Soap, buddy. Hey, y’know, you and your demon 'friend' have been pains in our asses. He's the last one we need. But for some reason, he's still terribly attached to you.” Soap's eyes narrowed. ‘Ye daft bastard, it's not because of anythin’ ah’ve done.’ He thought. Graves continued, “So, Shepherd has told me to bring you back to home base. We're gonna get every single little secret outta that miserable brain of yours. Then, we're gonna use you as bait to lure in Ghost, and make him one of our soldiers.” Graves's eyes narrowed. “And there is nothing you can do to stop us.”

Soap let out a low growl, deep in his throat, a habit he'd picked up from Ghost. ‘Ah’d like ta see ye try and break ma demon, Graves.’ he thought.

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[imfinereallyy]

🧡Oh hey there!🧡

Welcome to ✨my blog✨. I'm Rae and I'm just trying my best here. My main topic here is Steddie and Stranger Things all around. I have completely spiraled and hyper fixated on it since Volume 1, and it's been consuming my brain ever since. This post is mainly to say hi!, let you know a few things and give you access to my main posts.

Let this be known as a safe space (especially for the LGBTQ+ community) and I will not tolerate hate. This is a place for kindness and creativity.

I love making friends so feel free to message me, or send me prompts! 🥰

Some of my writing does involve mature themes, so keep that in mind while scrolling. I am 24, and despite feeling like I'm stuck at 16 some days, I am an adult. So please proceed with caution when necessary. I will try my best to properly tag things.

If you want to check out my work on ao3, which has a mix of stuff from tumblr and new stuff, you can click here.

Here is the masterlist of my fics so far! *updated 7/26/23 completely, in process of update 4/26/24

Series:

Father Figures (completed and available on ao3)

pt. 1

pt. 2

I wonder if you look both ways (When you cross my mind) 🐝･ﾟ ･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･✦ʚɞ (ongoing)

pt. 1

pt. 2

pt. 3

pt. 4

Tattooed Steve (ongoing)

pt. 1

pt. 2

The Long Con (ongoing) (available on ao3)

pt. 1

pt. 2

Sibling Adventures of El and Steve (ongoing)

(still steddie heavy, and can be read stand-alone, not majorly connected)

Dad's going to be angry

Sleep Demon

Quality Time

more el and steve

✧˖°.AO3 FICS✧˖°.

Craved Oblivion Series (Hunger Games AU) *ongoing*

A Martyr's Lullaby *completed*

tbd

tbd

Better Late than Never (Just Don't Make Me Wait Forever) 

But You'll Have This Place to Call Home, Always 

Father Figures 

The Long Con *ongoing*

Huggin' and a-kissin', dancin' and a-lovin'

One Shots:

Say "I love you" before you go

Father's Day

Good Morning

Is This Okay?

First Kiss

“You Hurt Me” (real title pending)

Take the Crisis Back

Emergency Kiss

Deja Vu

Drugs are Kicking in

Eavesdropping

Placeholders

Celebrate Softly

After the Beep

Track 7

Birthday Parties and Secret Signals

(these are more popular ones/or really recent ones I have too many to list! There are plenty more in my blog if you’re curious. Most should be tagged with #mywriting or #writingprompts)

I also have plenty of writing prompts, as my brain runs a mile a minute, and I adore it when people feel inspired by my writing so feel free to explore.

I hope you enjoy! Get comfy and stay awhile :)

Things I would like to note: Homophobia, Transphobia, Sexism, Racism, etc. are absolutely not tolerated here. As stated earlier the idea is to create a safe space for everyone. If I or anyone that interacts with my blog upsets you, please don't feel shy to message me. My asks (with anon) and messages are open, even if it's just to chat (also keep in mind once again I am an adult). Don't bully the children either, they are just trying their best. Please and thank you. 💖

#be safe and kind #welcome to the blog #steddie #stranger things #my blog

[iguessitsjustme]

I can’t believe I have to say this but performatively tagging me and thanking me for participating in a fandom when you don’t follow me, don’t talk to me, and haven’t ever once interacted with any of my posts (not even in the fandom you thanked me for participating in) is a good way to get yourself blocked.

I make posts for myself, not to be thanked for participating. If you’re grateful that I made the posts, I’m glad! A lot of people have thanked me for many of my posts for many shows. I don’t have a problem with it. But feel free to tell me on the posts. Or don’t tell me and just like or reblog. But creating your own post, tagging me, and thanking me feels hollow when you haven’t done any of that on my posts.

I don’t mind being tagged in posts. I even like it! But please don’t just do it because you think you have to because I was one of the many many many blogs writing about a show and you’ve seen others tag me. Please tag me because you want me to see something. It feels like you’re tagging me to boost followers and if you knew anything about me, you’d know that I am not the person for that.

I don’t like blocking people, but this shit makes me so uncomfortable that I need to start blocking in order to remain on tumblr.

#rae irl #this is just so fucking weird to me #I can’t imagine going around and thanking people for participating in fandom the way people keep thanking me #I participate for me and no one else #if you’re worried that I might block you cause you tagged me in something lately don’t worry #if you haven’t been blocked then I’m most likely not going to block you but if you’re seriously concerned feel free to reach out #and if you’re thinking of tagging me but scared doing so will get you blocked again you can reach out #or if you’d rather just not tag me because you’re not sure that’s fine too I don’t need to be tagged #I do enjoy it most of the time but it’s never necessary #and I have plenty of mutuals who will #likely tag me if they see it and think I should be tagged #I think my rant is done #wait no there’s more #I don’t know what’s going on right now but if you want to build a following that’s fine you do you #but I cannot stress enough how much I do not want to be a part of that #people that actually follow me or know me or have talked to me at all know that’s not something I want #so please for the love of god leave me out of it

[welcometololaland]

(I think the original post said meme, but anyway, I changed it SORRY)

Thank you to rae (rmd) and rae (rat) for the tags - @rmd-writes @iboatedhere - i really wanted to do this one because i'm approaching the 1 million word mark and suddenly i'm looking at my ao3 stats more than normal lol.

rules: give us the links to your fic with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the least words.

MOST HITS: Speak for Yourself (RWRB)

AKA. The 'accidental roommates' AU in NYC and my first fic in RWRB. (I cannot believe so many people have looked at this. I want to hug all of you).

SECOND MOST KUDOS: The Ring-In (Tarlos) (with @dustratcentral)

The fic in which TK and Carlos go to a wedding in Hawaii, it's a lowkey disaster and the poke agenda reins supreme.

THIRD MOST COMMENTS: Love Game (Tarlos)

(It's technically The Ring-In again, but I didn't want to repeat). My beloved baby most commonly referred to as 'The Tennis AU' (even I call it that. I don't know if anyone uses its actual title). Not my most popular fic, but the one I'm most proud of.

FOURTH MOST BOOKMARKS: Route 11 (RWRB)

(This one shocked me! It has more bookmarks than Love Game what??? A silly fic about buses in London????) A public transport love story told in 11 parts that I wrote for my dearly beloved @clottedcreamfudge.

FIFTH MOST WORDS: Down for the Count (RWRB)

(This one is gonna change very soon because I have two 100k plus fics to post in October PLUS (Un)Professional is over 60k). The card counting/professional poker playing AU set in Las Vegas AKA. the fic in which I pretend I know math.

LEAST WORDS: Contaminated (RWRB)

Henry in his feelings VERY angsty. Genuinely impressed I wrote something that was only 1000 words though. I have an allergy to being succinct.

Open tag (please tag me so I can SEEEE) but also because I'm nosy: @clottedcreamfudge @everwitch-magiks @indomitable-love @stutteringpeach @inexplicablymine @statueinthestone @ramonaflow @jesuisici33 @cricketnationrise @cha-melodius @orchidscript @strandnreyes @reyesstrand @kiwiana-writes @alrightbuckaroo @mammameesh @liminalmemories21 @heartstringsduet @nontoxic-writes @freneticfloetry @mikibwrites @tailoredshirt @chicgeekgirl89 @ramblingdisaster73 @wandering-night19 @goodways @rosedavid @inflarescent @sapphire11 @chaotictarlos @beautifulhigh @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @sanjuwrites @carlos-in-glasses @catanisspicy AND @dustratcentral BECAUSE YOU'RE A WRITER NOW

#TAG GAMES #911 lone star #rwrb #speak for yourself #down for the count #contaminated #love game #the ring in

[house-of-lovin]

Hi Rae! I’m the anon that sent those 6 idea prompts that one time. (Ex: R planning a prom for J) I thought of some more I would like to share! Here they are:

R goes to spend Mother’s/Father’s Day with J’s family, even if J can’t make it because of her job. R would of course bring them a gift and she would also be helping them around the house. She wouldn’t want them to do anything, so she is the one that helps set up for the gathering. She loves them and wants to show her appreciation. If J was not there, one of her siblings would secretly FaceTime her to show her what R is doing.

Ever since the Met, R and J make it a tradition to attend red carpet events in matching outfits. They love showing that they are together even though everyone knows. R also does the Will Smith meme with her arms out towards J to bring attention to her beauty. J always blushes no matter how many times R does this.

R thanking J in one of her acceptance speeches. R didn’t think she would win, so she didn’t bother to write a speech. She was so shocked when she heard her name that she couldn’t move, so J had to snap her out of it. Once she is on the stage the only thing she could think about is J, so she just locks eyes with her and thanks her over and over again. J may or may not cry a little.

R has a pool table at her house and one day when J sees it, she asks if R can teach her how to play. (J may or may not know how to play) R says of course and gets excited that J wants to learn because R finds the game fun. R shows J how to hold the pool cue and she is of course right up on her. This was J’s plan all along because she just wanted R close.

R picks up J from the airport one night. She takes her to her home and J tells R to just spend the night at her place. When J goes to her fridge to get something, she sees that it is practically empty because she’s been gone for a bit. R says she’ll just go to the supermarket to pick up some things for her but J doesn’t want her to go alone, so she tags along. They go to a 24/7 supermarket and have some fun in their delirious state (since it’s late and J is sleep deprived). J is sitting in the bed of the cart and R is pushing her around and they are giggling together. R brings J in an aisle that she knows has J’s favorite food without asking J if she wanted it. J realizes and can’t help but to kiss R in the middle of the supermarket. At the end of their trip, R is holding all the bags and J reaches out for R to give her some. R doesn’t realize she wants to grab some bags, so instead she moves all of the bags to one hand to be able hold J’s hand with her other hand.

R surprises J with a bookstore date. Any book that J looks slightly interested in, R makes sure to grab, so she could buy it for her. J is so in her element that she doesn’t really realize that this is occurring. After like the 6th book she turns to see R just holding them all. She is shocked and asks R why she holding all of those. R just says that she wants to spoil her girl.

I hope you like them lol. Can I please be this 🖍️ if it’s available.

THIS GOT LOST IN MY INBOX but I swear I saw you send this in ages ago (i just found it🫢)

I LOVE ALL OF THESE IDEAS (will def go up on the drawing board 🚶‍♀️…. walking there as we speak)

- I love the idea of themed/matching outfits on the red carpet/events. yk R and J will be gunning for best dressed couple every time

- THE POOL IDEA…. ON MY HANDS AND KNEES PLS

ily babes, thanks for sending these. I always enjoy reading them, sorry it took me so long to respond LOL

#ask #legally binded #🖍️