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OC Deep Dive Questionnaire 💛Atlas & Asher🩵

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Of course, I went overboard with this, so grab your favorite beverage and let's dive right in, shall we? ☕💕

-what common/uncommon fear do they have?

💛Atlas: [Pointing to Asher] Water. 🩵Asher: You can’t just leave it at that. It’s not like if you set a glass of water on the table, I’ll run screaming. I have a fear of drowning, so I don’t like to be submerged in water. You’re never going to catch me out swimming. Probably not on a boat either, while we’re at it. Not taking any chances. 💛Atlas: Fair enough. But you won’t even put your face under the water in the shower. 🩵Asher: That’s because it reminds me of being submerged in water. Anyway, this conversation is making me sweaty, and there just happens to be water on the other side of this fence, so let's change the subject. Next question.

-do they have any pet peeves?

🩵Asher: Oh, Atlas fuckin’ hates mindless small talk, like the kind you use just to fill the silence, or because you awkwardly feel like you need to talk to the person next to you. Seriously, he’ll like you a lot more if you just sit next to him in silence for an hour. 💛Atlas: Very true. And yet, your record for silence is, what, twenty minutes? 🩵Asher: Maybe. But I don’t make mindless small talk. 💛Atlas: Yeah, I do like listening to you ramble on about your latest obsessions. You get all animated and excited, it’s really cute. 🩵Asher: You’re really cute.

-what are 3 items you can find in their bedroom?

💛Atlas: Uh, I don’t know, what’s in our room besides the obvious? Probably too many electronics. 🩵Asher: Right, between the computer and the switch and my drawing tablet and our phones... 💛Atlas: And your sketchbooks and pencils. How many pencils does someone need? 🩵Asher: I don’t have enough; I’ll tell you that much. Count yourself lucky that most of my art supplies are scattered between Lex’s place and my parents’ house. One day I’ll get it all organized in one place, but that day is not today.

-what do they notice first in a person?

🩵Asher: Hm. That's a good question. What did you notice about me first? 💛Atlas: Your hair, obviously. 🩵Asher: [laughs] 💛Atlas: But no, I would say your eyes. I’d never met anyone with such pure gray eyes before, they’re striking. Your eyes are very expressive too. And you make eye contact with people more than anyone else I know. Like, whenever I talk to you, I always feel like you’re really listening. 🩵Asher: [smiles] I am.

-on a scale of 1-10, how high is their pain tolerance?

🩵Asher: Oh god, mine is probably like a 5, and Atlas’s is probably a fuckin’ 8 or 9. 💛Atlas: I would’ve said 7, but we can go with 8.

-do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure?

💛Atlas: I think my first instinct is freeze, but then probably flight. Depending on the situation, I’ll walk away or hide away. 🩵Asher: Mostly. But with James, you definitely went to fight. 💛Atlas: That was different. I don’t care if people hurt me, but I’m not going to let them hurt the people I love. Ash is definitely more of a fighter than I am.

-do they come from a big family/are they a family person?

🩵Asher: I don’t come from a big family, it’s just my parents, me, my sister, and my niece, but we are very close. But honestly, family isn’t just about relatives. Chosen family is just as important. When I say my family is the most important thing to me, I don’t just mean them, I also mean Atlas and Lex and Dawn and Phoenix and Aspen too. And Jasper, obviously. 💛Atlas: Exactly. If we’re talking about relatives, I come from a very large family, but I will never see or speak to any of them again, except for Dawn, of course. A few years ago, I never would’ve considered myself a family person, but Ash’s family taking me in changed all that. I’d definitely say I am now. 🩵Asher: I love that.

-what animal represents them best?

💛Atlas: Oh, that’s easy. Ash is just like Jasper, his border collie. Playful and energetic, friendly, intelligent, hardworking, and he loves to snuggle. 🩵Asher: Hm. I think for Atlas, I’d say a deer. 💛Atlas: A deer? 🩵Asher: Yeah, like, you’re quiet and cautious, a bit anxious with a tendency to hide, but you’re also beautiful and sweet. 💛Atlas: You make me sound more like a bunny. 🩵Asher: No, definitely not a bunny. Have you ever come upon a big buck deer? They’re majestic and intimidating, and they’ll kick your ass if they have to. They’re… survivors.

-what is a smell that they dislike?

💛Atlas: Ammonia. 🩵Asher: No one likes the smell of ammonia. 💛Atlas: I know, but when I was a kid, at the end of every school year, we’d have to clean our desks with this ammonia spray. Twenty kids spraying ammonia in an enclosed room. It was awful. I’m sure they had the windows open, but even still, that smell is seared into my brain, makes me want to gag just thinking of it.

-have they broken any bones? if so, how?

🩵Asher: Okay, story time! So, when I was ten? Eleven? Something like that. Anyway, I was dancing around in my room, as one does, and I tripped on a book, one of many scattered around my disaster of a room, and tried to catch myself as I went down. Bad decision. I’ll spare you the details, but the pain I felt in my wrist was horrible. I literally saw stars. And then I almost puked when I looked at it. So, of course, I started screaming for my mom. She came running in, and I told her that I’d broken my wrist. And what did she do? She yanked on it and snapped it back into place! Because apparently, I’d just dislocated it. But, fuck, it hurt. If a broken bone is worse than that, then I hope I never break one. 💛Atlas: I broke a toe once. Stubbed it on the corner of my bed when I was in college. I wasn’t good about taping it up or anything either, so it healed a little crooked.

-how would a stranger likely describe them?

🩵Asher: For Atlas? One word: quiet. How they interpret that quietness varies though. Some people think he’s really shy, others think he’s just aloof. But he’s actually neither. He’s introverted and pensive, sure, but he’s also very warm and enjoys chatting with people if it’s a more meaningful conversation, y’know. Like, when we first met, we would talk for hours and hours. 💛Atlas: That’s true, but you’re such an easy person to talk to. I think that’s what people would say about Ash. He’s just very relaxed and friendly and has a way of putting people at ease. He’s good at connecting with people and getting them talking and making them laugh.

-are they a night owl or a morning bird?

🩵Asher: Probably night owls, I’d say. Atlas prefers starting his day later and working late, if he has the option. 💛Atlas: Yeah, but these days, it feels like I’m working all the time. But even still, Ash starts his day earlier. I don’t know. I think he’s somehow both. He has no issues with mornings, but he also gets a burst of energy in the evening and sometimes it’s hard to get him to come to bed. 🩵Asher: To sleep, anyway. 💛Atlas: [laughs] Right.

-what is a flavor they hate and a flavor they love?

💛Atlas: Ah, Ash hates vinegar and anything pickled. And he loves warm spices like cinnamon and cardamom. 🩵Asher: Oh my god, and Atlas is fuckin’ backwards when it comes to this. He likes bitter flavors to a strange degree, like super bitter beer and strong coffee and he’ll only eat chocolate if it’s the super dark stuff, otherwise he hates it. He doesn’t like sweets. No sugary drinks or candy or even pastries.

-do they have any hobbies?

🩵Asher: We both love gaming and dancing. Otherwise, I like to draw and spend time with my dog. My favorite is taking him down to the beach to play fetch, he loves it there. 💛Atlas: Yeah, and I don’t know, I like to stay active because I feel like I’m constantly at a desk otherwise. I used to rock climb a lot, but since we climbed Mt. Komorebi, we took a break and never really got back to it, so I pretty much just run and work out at the gym occasionally. And I like to sing. 🩵Asher: Seriously, I wish you could hear him. He has the most incredible voice. 💛Atlas: Aw, thank you.

-boom, surprise birthday party! how do they react to surprises?

💛Atlas: Ash would love it! He’d be so stoked that everyone showed up for him like that. 🩵Asher: And Atlas would probably dump me on the spot if I ever did that to him. 💛Atlas: I don’t know if I’d dump you, but… okay, yeah, I probably would.

-do they like to wear jewelry? if so, what is their favorite piece?

🩵Asher: I don’t think I’ve ever seen Atlas wear any jewelry. 💛Atlas: No, I’ve tried, but I could never get used to it. I’d always end up taking it off by midday. 🩵Asher: I can see that. I wear earrings, but that’s it. I used to wear a necklace that an ex gave me, but I threw it out when we broke up. I wanted to throw it into the ocean, but I didn’t dare to walk out on the dock [laughs] so I tossed it in a dumpster instead. 💛Atlas: I didn’t know that. Which ex? 🩵Asher: Elias. 💛Atlas: Ahh. Yikes. 🩵Asher: Yeah. Anyway. Next question.

-do they have neat or messy handwriting?

💛Atlas: I think we both write fairly neat. 🩵Asher: I think so too. Yours is all sharp angles, but it’s not sloppy. 💛Atlas: Yeah, and you have a strong preference for uppercase letters. Sometimes it’s rushed, but it’s never messy. Actually, I’ve never thought about it before, but I really like your handwriting. 🩵Asher: I like yours too.

-what are two emotions they feel the most?

🩵Asher: [points to Atlas] Anxious. 💛Atlas: All of the time. 🩵Asher: And, hm, we can only pick two? I’d probably go with either introspective or focused. 💛Atlas: That’s probably right. For you, I’d say, passionate or inspired and then maybe playful or energetic or something like that. Okay yeah, passionate and playful.

-do they have a favorite fabric?

💛Atlas: Probably cotton, I guess. 🩵Asher: Yeah, same. I don't know. Never really thought about it, to be honest.

-what kind of accent do they have?

🩵Asher: I don’t know. Do we have accents? I mean, I guess Atlas gets a hint of a drawl when he drinks, it’s pretty cute. 💛Atlas: I do not. 🩵Asher: You do! I never told you because I didn’t want you to get self-conscious and try to stop. 💛Atlas: It’s a good thing I don’t drink often, I guess. 🩵Asher: Whatever. I love it. 💛Atlas: And I love you. 🩵Asher: I love you too.

And I love them too!! 🥹

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just-posting-kalone · 2 months

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Athena Cykes!!

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bookshelf-dust · 1 year

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the hurt is good

part i part ii part iii part iv part v part vi

billy hargrove x fem!reader

word count: 2,344

warnings: swearing, smoking, reader is lonely, descriptions of billy’s abuse, mentions of neil

a/n: hi! so i decided to challenge myself with this. i’m making this a multi-part story. i’ve never done anything like this before, but so far i’m enjoying it. i’m not entirely sure where we’re headed, but i’ve got a sort of outline in my head. i’ve also decided to try something else new, and i’ve picked out some songs that you can listen to before you read to get you in the mood—but only if you want of course. this is all a really new experience for me but i have put a lot of heart into this first part. i hope that you enjoy this, really i do. also the title is from a part of hop’s letter to el. <333

before you read, listen to: wheel in the sky by journey and/or (don’t fear) the reaper by blue oyster cult

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Sitting cross-legged on your bed, you turn the page of the book in front of you, the sound of the paper flipping an audible one.

You lift the hardback, tuck your nose into the center of the pages and give it a sniff. It might be odd to do so, yes, but to you, books are the best smelling thing in the world.

You put it back down, go back to reading.

A knock breaks you out of your fantasy literature-induced stupor.

“Honey? Okay for me to come in?” Your mother’s voice, soft and sweet.

“Sure.” Your voice is quiet when you speak, though just loud enough for her to hear.

Your bedroom door opens enough for your mother to stand just inside, her back against the frame, one hand gently resting on the knob.

You reach for your bookmark, drape it over one side of the pages and then close it.

“Hey, kiddo.” Her smile is easy. You try your best to give her one of your own, but you know it falls short.

“Wendy and I are going out to dinner tonight and then to an art show.”

Wendy was your mother’s longtime best friend, and quite the riot.

“Apparently her new girlfriend is something of an artist.” She gives a suggestive wiggle of her eyebrows. “Do you think you’d like to tag along?”

You uncross your legs and stretch them out: contemplating. Then you do the same to your back, which makes an obscene crackling noise—enough to make the both of you grimace.

You know how you’ll feel if you go out with your mother and her friend.

You’ll be okay for the first little while, but then there will be too many people. You’ll get nervous. You will probably say something wrong and feel the need to shut down. You will shut down. Your hands will get shaky and you’ll get upset, and by the end of the night you’ll wish you hadn’t gone at all.

You know how you’ll feel if you stay home, too.

You’ll be fine, totally fine, having avoided everything you’d face in the other situation. But you’d be guilty. Guilty because you’re young and you won’t be going out to do whatever or making friends. You’ll feel like you’re failing your mom, who just wants you to experience things.

You decide that leaving your house shouldn’t require this much stress.

“No, I don’t think so,” you finally say. “But thank you for offering.”

You watch your mother as she moves further inside your room, settling on the edge of your bed.

“Are you sure?” She sets her hands on your knees, tapping her fingers, many a ring glinting in the overhead light of your room.

“We could get frozen yogurt. You know, I really think you’ve turned Wendy into a monster after we went last time. It’s all she talks about now.”

That gets a small smile out of you, but brings an ache to your chest.

“I’m sure. Don’t get too crazy, tonight, though. And be sure to let me know about her new partner.”

“Alright. Hug or no? What’s the affectionate meter at right now?”

“A hug is fine,” you say through a quiet laugh.

She wraps her arms carefully around your shoulders, allowing you to squeeze first, that way she can gauge what you need.

“I’ll leave some money out so you can order pizza, okay?” You nod. “Also there’s a pint of the ice cream you like in the freezer.”

“Okay. Thank you.”

“Anything for you, my little honeybee.” With a final pat of your knee and a wink sent in the direction of your book, your mother sweeps out of the room, and a little while later she is out the door.

Alone in the house, you let out an exhale, before heading to the kitchen.

Opening the designated take-out-menu-drawer, you scrounge for the one belonging to a local pizza place. You go ahead and order now, knowing that it might take awhile since the place is in downtown Hawkins.

You realize, setting the phone down, that you don’t know what to do with yourself once you’ve got the chance to do whatever you please.

You retrieve your book to read on the couch until your dinner arrives, not only for a change of scenery, but because you’ll need to be out in the living room to watch an episode of your favorite show in a while anyhow.

You’ve only sat momentarily when you hear it. Hear him. When you hear his music, specifically.

Billy Hargrove lives a few doors down from you, just close enough that you can always hear when he comes home, music blaring—not that differently from the volume you play it at when alone in your car—and doors slamming.

You don’t know him personally, only from school. Only as this pretty boy who’s been in Hawkins a few months.

You know enough that you hate the way people at school look at him. Like he’s an object. Like he’s this foreign being just because he came all the way from sunny California. The way they talk about him. About his ass, or his car, or his little redhead sister.

You know he’s pretty. You’d never deny that. But he’s just like the rest of you, and it bothers you that people treat him—at least from what you’ve seen—like this all-powerful dude.

But you also know enough that you think maybe he doesn’t have the best home life, just from what you’ve seen when you’re not out—which is always.

Sometimes you see him walking up and down the street at various times during the day. Or you hear his car speed off.

Sometimes, though really only sometimes, you see him trailing his sister while she skateboards, either talking or sitting while she goes.

To you, he seems like a loner.

And maybe it’s because you’re one too that you see him that way. That you can see him that way.

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Outside, Billy cups his hand around his cigarette. It’s seemingly out of habit, since it’s not windy out. His thumb slides along the spark wheel of his lighter once, twice before the flame catches. The tip glows red in the night.

He walks a little further, as he inhales deeply, closing his eyes and soaking it in. He kicks a rock, hard, trying to see if it’ll hit the post of the mailbox a few feet ahead of him.

He watches a pizza delivery car ride by and pull into a driveway. He hasn’t made it very far on his walk. The walk he wouldn’t be taking because it’s pretty damn cold outside.

But Neil Hargrove wasn’t aware that Max Mayfield had joined the Hawkins AV Club, and when there was no Max at home, he took it out on Billy, telling him he was an irresponsible waste of space.

It took Susan getting home with her daughter and explaining the situation for Neil to calm down.

But Billy’s back was aching from where he’d been slammed up against a doorframe, and frankly he wanted nothing more than to get out of the house.

So here he was.

A porch light flicked on as if whoever was inside had been waiting on that pizza. You had been—sitting on the couch and listening for car sounds.

When the delivery guy rings the doorbell you appear, and Billy realizes he knows you. That he goes to school with you. You’re very quiet. He also thinks your very pretty, and he’s never noticed that before.

You look very comfortable; all of your clothes seem to be too big. With the way the yellow outside light hits you, it gives your face a multitude of shadows. Billy thinks about some of the greek statues he learned about in a history class back when he lived in California. About how artists tended to sculpt women with real bodies.

Shit, he thinks. He’s probably staring at you. But you really are very pretty.

On the stoop, you take the pizza and set it on the table just inside the door and then hand the guy his money.

You decide not to be a dick and make sure that he gets out okay. When he backs out, you catch a flash of red out of the corner of your eye.

You wouldn’t be able to see him if it weren’t for the street lights. Billy is looking at you. You smile at him, and to your surprise, he smiles back.

“You okay?” You ask, hoping that your voice carries to him, because you don’t feel like shouting.

You watch him shrug and take another drag of his cigarette. The fingers on his free hand fidget with the ring he’s wearing, and you pretend not to notice.

“You?” He questions in return. Something about the sound of his voice makes you feel warm inside.

You shrug back, and he lets out a breath of a laugh, before you turn around to go inside and he continues with his walk.

You kick the door shut and lock it behind you, thinking about Billy.

That is the most extensive conversation you’ve ever had with him, aside from one a few days after he started at Hawkins High, when he didn’t know where the auditorium was, so you walked him the whole way there. You were pretty sure he’d been embarrassed to have to ask for help, but you hadn’t been bothered at all.

In fact, that exchange outside was the most conversation you’d had with anyone outside of your mother in a while.

Most days you didn’t say a word at school, keeping to yourself, trying to get homework done any chance you could so that it didn’t actually become homework. Sometimes you had to speak with a teacher though, and of course you said thank you when someone held a door—but that was it.

Quite frankly you didn’t know what to think. Part of you hoped you’d see him again. That you’d make a friend.

You hadn’t had a friend in a very long time.

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When your mother returns home, it is with many beans to spill.

Wendy’s new partner, who you found out was named Stephanie, was, in your mother’s words, “Hot enough to go gay for.”

Your mother had also undoubtedly had some to drink while out and about.

“Also that boy from down the street? Don’t you go to school with him?”

You start fussing with a string on your sleeve. “Yeah, why?”

“Well he was brooding on his porch when Wendy retrieved me, and he’s still wandering around outside. It’s been,” she checked her watch, “three hours.”

You scratch at your nose, thinking.

“I saw him when the pizza got here.”

Your mother hums. “Well, I’m going to go shower the art gallery off of me and then probably stay up too late reading.”

“Okay.”

She smiles sweetly at you, collecting the pile of rings and other jewelry that she’d taken off and set on the counter while talking to you, and then you’re alone again.

You flatten your body over the countertop, bending at the waist and stretching so that your fingers can grip the other side.

You think about Billy out there. He was obviously going through something. And maybe it isn’t any of your business, but you hate the idea of him being alone, wallowing in self-pity. Not that you have any room to talk.

You straighten, walking carefully so as to not allow your socked feet to slip along the floor, and find yourself reaching for your coat.

Shoving your feet into a pair of shoes, you flip on the porch light once again, and make your way outside.

Across the street, Billy is resting against a low wall that has a mailbox set into it.

Looking both ways out of habit, you make your way towards him, stopping a few feet away. He looks up at you, both hands on the brick underneath him. There is a half-finished cigarette in one of his hands. You find yourself wondering how much he’d smoked since he’d been out here.

“Hi.”

“Hi.” He quirks a brow at you.

“You’ve been out here a long time, you know that?”

Billy glances at his watch. “Seems so.”

“Not cold?”

“‘M fucking freezing my ass off out here.”

You try and choose your words carefully, not wanting to push too hard. “Seems like you could solve that problem if you went inside.”

“Are you worried about me or something, Y/N?”

Trying not to think about the way your name sounded leaving his mouth, you admit to your crimes.

“Yeah, actually. You were out here earlier, and my mom said she saw you when she left and when she got home. I didn’t like the idea of you being alone.”

Something in Billy’s face softens. “Yeah?”

You exhale, your breath leaving a plume of air in front of you.

“Yeah.”

“Well then I guess I better get my ass inside, huh?”

You stuff your hands into your pockets and realize what you’ve got in there.

“Here.” You pull out a little hand warmer packet an hold it out to him.

Billy laughs. It’s a beautiful sound, you think. Charming and hearty. “Thanks.”

“Anytime.”

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At school Monday, you make your way to the lunch table you’ve claimed, grass squishing under your feet.

You flip open your book, shove one leg under you.

It’s only been a little while of munching on grapes and forcing yourself to concentrate before you feel a weight drop onto the bench across from you, shifting the old table a little.

You look up. Billy Hargrove looks back.

He throws his bag on the worn wood, slaps a book of his own on top of that.

You’re confused at his appearance, and he seems to sense that.

“I didn’t like the idea of you being alone.”

You feel yourself heat up, and sit on one of your hands because you also feel like you could cry.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

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dduane · 1 year

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BTW… re: Smut

... off my comment to this post the other day...

I'm an entertainer. Writing's a form of entertainment. (And not just for the readership: for me, too.) To be aroused by art one's experienced is (almost by definition) to be entertained, I'd say. If someone's jerking off to my erotica, then all I can do is lean back in the typing chair, smile a bit, and think, Good! I got the job done. :)

(...with the tags: #and no I'm not going to let on where the smut is#why would i deny anyone the delights of the search#and of being repeatedly mistaken#while possibly finding smut writers who're better at it than i am#:) ...)

...and then noting (with affectionate amusement) some responses:

Well, troops, better get busy filling in that bingo box. 😄

Also: I have to say (while stressing that I absolutely appreciate the humor behind "shocked, shocked, scandalized...") that the dissonance is, temporally speaking, a bit ill-founded. Because while I may be best known for the Young Wizards works these days... by no means did they come first. This did.

A soft chuckle in the darkness. “Lorn, remember that first time we shared at your place?” “That was a long time ago.” “It seems that way.” “—and my father yelled up the stairs, ‘What are you dooooooooing?’ “—and you yelled back, ‘We’re fuckinnnnnnnnnnng!’” “—and it was quiet for so long—” “—and then he started laughing—” “Yeah.”

Granted, from the here-and-now POV of readers with access to the hot-'n'-spicy shipfic or PWP on AO3, this sort of thing (and the numerous other lights-often-off or dialogue-only sexytiems passages in the traditionally published Middle Kingdoms works) would be seen as pretty small beer: soft, non-edgy stuff. Yet in 1979 apparently there were those who found the sex and sexualities on display in The Door Into Fire arresting enough that the book got me nominated for the Astounding Award (for best new author in the field) two years in a row.

There's no question that the broadly inclusive tone set by the Middle Kingdoms books went on to affect and underlie the YW universe in very basic ways. (There've been some scholarly works written by academics who've picked up on this, so [much to my relief] this perception hasn't been just me imagining it.) But I'll grant you that those who don't know the MK novels wouldn't be in a position to make the connection. (shrug) This is just one of those things that comes of having a lot of fragmented readerships who don't know about each other... a side effect of having done a lot of different things during a career. I can also understand how not knowing about the MK works could leave people who know me only, or primarily, as someone writing for a younger readership, a little bit disoriented (or maybe concerned) when the issue of me writing openly sexual material rears its head. But that wouldn’t be a change of direction. It’d be, to some extent, more a return to form.

Anyway: I consider erotica—and its more casually-dressed (or undressed...) cousin, smut—to be perfectly legit forms of literary expression; ones that can soar to unexpected heights if you're willing to put in the work. The sexy-stuff-writing muscle requires periodic exercise if it's to remain viable and/or useful. So I exercise it. And being a 70-year-old person who sometimes creaks audibly when she walks has done absolutely nothing to decrease my interest in the subject—the brain being, after all, the biggest sex organ, and the one least vulnerable to the depredations of time. If anything, nearly fifty years of experience (and three and a half decades of marriage to @petermorwood) have added... let's just say nuance. 😏

Now this whole concept will doubtless horrify some of the "Eww, You're Too Old To Be Writing This Kind Of Thing, Go Get A (Home) Life" types. To which all I can say is, "...Well, good!" By and large, such folks are not my readers anyway. And as for any of them who are, and can't deal…? They need to understand that (pointing off to one side) those people over there—the various kinda-straight and pansexual and bisexual humans, and the gender-fluid fire elemental, and the otherly-gendered Dragon, and the mostly-gay ones enthusiastically shouting "We're fuckinnnng!" down the stairs—are Nita's and Kit's godparents. Without the members of that extremely mixed marriage and their increasingly extended family, there might be no Young Wizards series... not least because it was the splash made by the first of the Middle Kingdoms books that got the Errantryverse crowd in through a major publisher's door. And the series’s continued (modest but still noticeable) success through the second and third volumes kept the writing of new YW books going for a good long while.

...So. For those who may have had questions: HTH. 😀

(And now back to the unending search for a more graceful synonym for “testicles”.)

#Young Wizards #Middle Kingdoms #writing young adult fiction #writing adult fiction #writing adults-ONLY fiction #all sisters under the skin

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Hello! Currently thinking about dteam and chuckle sammich honeymoon hc's! Where you'd go, what you'd do, how was IT was mm

dteam & chuckle sammy on their honeymoons

dteam masterlist & chuckle sammy masterlist & descrip. pg. 13+. gn!reader.

a/n. omg bae, i've got you! also thoughts like these are gonna be rotting my brain for the next month / nsfw versions: dteam / chuckle sammy

dream

either hawaii or france.. idk what to tell you he's a cheeseball, sticks with the classics OR on the complete opposite, somewhere thailand (but for the sake of my sanity and writing ability we're going with kona, hawaii)

definitely picked a b&b over a hotel, he wanted the privacy for that first night as a wedded couple

leaving around 11am to go to beaches all day or go shopping

when you're out shopping, he always finds a way to not-so-subtly mention that you guys have just gotten married / he thinks he's subtle

standing in a pacsun, the cashier scanned the tags of the clothes you were buying, asking the usual customer service questions, ”how are y'all doing, did you find everything okay?” and you look up at your husband before nodding, but he still spoke up, ”doing good, we just got married, this is spouse, and yeah,” he turns to you, ”i think we found everything okay.” ”mhm.” you smile at his incessant need to announce that you're married.

tbh powerbottom!dream but in an absolutely sfw, fluffy way / how he looks at you with, essentially, heart eyes when he says something begging for your approval but also making it widely known that you're his and that you're married every chance he gets

dream most definitely has that 'nothing can bring me down' mentality while on your honeymoon

also in the evenings when the sun sets and you're sat next to him or on his lap, he thanks any and every higher power he's ever heard of that you came into his life because you're stunning and he loves you so much and can't imagine his life without you

doesn't even register if fans come up and ask for a picture until you point them out, he's just so invested in you

he also doesn't get on any of his social media except to post the occasional instagram story despite how much you told him it was fine and you didn't mind if he checked twitter or updated his snap story

”clay, aren't your fans gonna worry if you go MIA from twitter?” you set your notebook aside, turning to face him. ”no honey i'm gonna spend time with you, they can wait.” he smiles at you. ”yeah i know but-” ”no buts. they can wait.”

also he inevitably gets sick on the last day of your honeymoon, which is fine because you were getting tired of going out every day / you made him soup with the small amount of food you'd bought at the local costco and he finally took to twitter to tell them how wonderful you were being

sapnap

i think he's taking you on 2 honeymoons, the first is for two weeks in texas to spend time with his family, just so you know you can always depend on them when you need them

the other is for three weeks in greece; the people, the culture, the food, he loves it and he wants to surround you in it

probably picked a hotel over a b&b

also on all the flights, during airport security, in taxis/ubers, when waiting for flights, in the hotel, he kept repeating the same words

mrs./mr./mx. armstrong, he just loves saying it, SO MUCH

”i love you, [mrs./mr./mx.] armstrong.” your newlywed husband spins you in his arms, pulling you flush against his chest. ”i know mr. armstrong, and i love you.” you press a kiss to his lips, trying to get out of his arms to get back to unpacking your suitcase

i think for activities, lots of lunches out and dinners in

also a whole lot of museums and art galleries and ancient ruins, spending time talking about greek mythology and your own theories and opinions on it

sap also sometimes calls you bro on accident and you sometimes call him dude still and all you guys can ever say about it is 'it is what it is'

”what are you gonna get, bro?” he asks as he closes his own menu. he didn't even realise what he said, but the waiter did, and he just watched with intent, unsure of what was happening. ”i don't know dude, whatever you're having i guess.” you close your menu. the waiter speaks up, ”i'm sorry i know it's none of my business but uhm- are you two not, married?” he sounds nervous, as if he thinks he's interrupted some secret affair. ”wh- what? we're married. we've been married.” sap is the one to point it out, taking your hand in his. ”ah, it was just how you called each other 'dude', and 'bro'.” the waiter laughs nervously, walking away with the order written down. in unison, ”it is what it is.”

i also think he takes you shopping because he believes the people who gave you the best wedding gifts should also get a gift in return in addition to a thank you card

lots of hand swinging with your left hand to show off your ring, and hugging in lines, and kissing-bordering-on-making-out in public, he just has no reason not to anymore, you're married

george

george couldn't decide where you went for awhile, so he asked of your friends and his friends and ended up at first with iceland (this is george guys remember) but then changed his mind and picked italy and romania, one week in each

b&b >>> hotels with george, he prefers the privacy

he spent months before the wedding trying to learn the basics of the italian and romanian languages despite how widespread english is

definitely takes you out to eat A BUNCH, except for two nights in each country where you and him cooked dinner for yourselves

you can expect lots of late mornings and late nights with george, he just can't get enough of his new spouse

definitely emphasises your last name being davidson whenever there's a reservation or when he feels the staff is being a little too forward

”last name?” the host asked, eyes glued to the kiosk screen in front of him. ”mr. and mx. davidson.” your husband smiled at you, giving your hand a gentle squeeze.

takes you to a store at the start of the trip so you have food where you're staying / bonus if you convince him to go to a farmers' market

every day of the trip you and him have set aside an hour to talk to your respective friends on the phone (he's louder)

also forgets to tell you that he booked a redeye for the first flight out of italy/romania because when he booked it he forgot he was planning for two people instead of just himself / he apologised a lot for it

”y/n i'm sorry, if i had been paying attention i would've booked it for later in the day tomorrow.” ”george, baby it's fine. i really don't mind. it's not like i'm going anywhere.” you flash him your ring with a smile to emphasise you point, to which he returns the smile before looking at his own ring.

he apologised again when the plane was about to take off

ted

i think ted takes you to japan for your honeymoon, at least for a week to try those capsule hotels that you and him been dying to try for months

i think he wants to go see all sorts of attractions in japan; theme parks, cat cafes, boardwalks, boat tours, and maybe take you to see an anime film (my brain is rotted from wanting to see an anime film in japan im sorry)

he booked a hotel because in the moment, it felt the easiest

even in japan he would get recognised, but not nearly as often as he did in the states and he would kindly turn down any fan who wanted a picture because he was busy on his honeymoon

lots of small kisses; at the end of a boardwalk, right before you sit down at restaurants, when you get back to the hotel room, when he brings you coffee, tea, or water in the morning, just outside the restaurant when you're leaving, when you two depart in a mall for a set time of 20 minutes

i think he likes seeing the trending tags on twitter surrounding your wedding

”what'ya smiling at, like an idiot baby?” you ask him, drying your hair with a towel from your recent shower, as you walk around from where your suitcase was to where he was stood in the mini kitchen. ”'the nivisons,' we're trending honey, that's all. i think it's sweet.” ”you know coming over here and giving me a kiss is even sweeter.” his phone is on the counter and he's encasing himself around you so fast.

he definitely texted his married friends for ideas when he started to run out / also before you left he logged into your pinterest on your computer and looked for anything he could use as an idea

you guys start binge-watching a new show while on your honeymoon and made inside jokes about it (yeah you became that couple)

holds your hand when you're walking around and getting into taxis and doing pretty much anything in public because he's scared he'll lose you in a crowd

he talks to you like he would a child. ”don't let go of my hand.” ”i won't ted, don't worry.” you shake your head at his antics once he turns away.

books a later in the afternoon flight out so that you can sleep in and he can pack for you and wake you up and get you out the door slowly, without a huge rush and stress

charlie

charlie takes you to 2 places, to start, you get 3 weeks in bali plus a week in new zealand (jrr tolkien/hobbit/lotr fans are gonna love this one)

in bali, he rents a whole house, 1 bedroom & 1 bathroom with a rate of $110 (usd) a night

while you're there, he takes you to sightsee places like gunung kawi temple, pura lempuyang luhur, ubud monkey forest, tukad cepung waterfall and holy spring (tirta empul)

of course wherever you go he insists on holding your hand, just to keep you close by

”baby you gotta let go of my hand i wanna take pictures.” your husband huffs a small, ”fine.” he releases your hand, but his hands find perch on your waist while you take pictures of the water, or the shops, or the wildlife, whatever.

definitely asks if he can use some of the pictures you took for his instagram story (it's the most he's ever used his insta story) and you tell him yes but only if you get to pick them / also on the same note, if either of you snap anyone during your honeymoon or just take selfies in general, they're always of you two kissing or giving each other cheek kisses in the house or at a restaurant or at a location you're visiting

he spends a lot of time just looking at your ring and how the ring on your finger looks against his fingers and vice versa with his ring against your fingers

”charlie?” he looks up from your intertwined hands in surprise. ”hm, what?” ”whatcha thinkin' about?” ”mmm, nothin', just admiring you.” he pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek, making you smile and a small tint to cover your cheeks.

in new zealand it's a hotel but it's a hobbit hole hotel, complete with tours of everything new zealand could offer about the tolkien's lord of the rings/hobbit universe

more eating out here than in bali despite how much more expensive it is

(if you're not a huge tolkien fan:) lots of thank yous from him for putting up with the trip so he could enjoy it // (if you are a huge tolkien fan:) a ton of excitement for both of you during the entire trip, and lots of talking about your own theories as you learn more about the fictional world

also vlogging the new zealand trip with charlie >>>> / and cataloging the film in the airport just before your flight for you to edit when you get home

schlatt

canada. idc, canada, that's where you're going. or iceland. somewhere cold.

i'm kidding, he told you that as a prank and then took you to australia (i apologise if you can't stand the animals there but this is schlatt we're talking about c'mon)

hotel over a b&b because even he, being the big guy that he is, was a little worried about finding a massive spider in the bed

probably quite a bit of alcohol that first night as a married couple

”y'so- god sweets y'so pretty.” schlatt twirled you around with one hand, beer bottle in the other. you giggled, the alcohol affecting your words and actions. you kept one hand tangled with his while the other held a grip on your bottle of beer. ”j..y'so handsome, you know that?” he blushed, and it must've been the alcohol because your boyfriend– husband now, never got flustered over something as small as that.

there's one night where you two go out dancing and when he sees all the prying eyes of the men and women around you, he makes sure to emphasise your ringed hands, keeping one of his hands planted firmly on your side

somehow you ended up going to see some aniaml fight with schlatt and when it got a little.. gory, you'd cover your eyes with your hands and tuck your head into his shoulder or his chest

”you alright baby?” he asked, flicking his eyes between you and the fight, arm around your shoulder, bringing you closer. ”i guess. jus'wanna leave though.” you whispered up into his ear and he nodded, waiting another minute before walking out with you tucked into his side, repeatedly asking you if you're really okay.

schlatt who takes you out to dinner every other night, with the rest of the nights being used to talk to both his and your friends and watch films together

also schlatt who believes in taking turns making lunch; whether it be sandwiches (it usually is), or pasta, a frozen pizza, etc, you take turns, after all you're married now, everything is 50/50

you probably both get sick at the end of the trip from something you ate and at first you were really worried, but he got better after a day and you two days after that

i also one hundred percent believe schlatt wanted to get home as soon as possible and picked an earlier in the morning flight / him plucking you from the bed three hours before your flight so you could shower and get ready, finish repacking, etc

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2023 Letter.

Here we are again. It’s been a year since my last letter. This is my last post for 2023. I included a bunch of unreleased VP again.

Read the letter below:

This year has been a rollercoaster in many ways. It’s really easy to focus on the negative because it seems to take up so much space. But it’s important to take some time and think about the positive in life too to get some perspective.

Life is made up of tiny moments of happiness after all. ❤️

The Cyberpunk 2077 community is very important to me. "Stuff" we may or may not agree with is bound to happen no matter where we are, IRL or online. But no matter who you are, in the end we all want the same things; feel like we belong, make connections with people, escape real life for a while, have fun and feel safe.

I'm a broken record lol, but... Without you there wouldn't even be a community whatsoever. Thank you for being part of it and making it fun! ❤️

So, back to reminiscing on 2023...

If you know me, you know I'm a stubborn perfectionist. With that comes pessimism, but I’ve grown and gained a more positive outlook on life, which is something I’m proud of. It's not often I'm proud of something, striving for perfectionism and all, so admitting this is a huge achievement for me. I know I'm always gonna be a perfectionist when it comes to my art though, but that just forces me to be a better artist, so it's not all bad... As long as I don't overdo it, which is something I'm working on. My goal for 2024 is to stop being so hard on myself and upload more to Tumblr. ❤️

I started doing OC gif giveaways this year, and I definitely wanna do more, and not just gifs but VP too. I do these because I want to spread, excuse the cringe lol, happiness and positivity. I love to give back. It gives me purpose in life.

I started modding as well, which I wanted to do for months, but I was too scared because it seemed so complicated... But I did it. I'm proud I went out of my comfort zone for once.

So, Dear Everyone ❤️, once again...

Thank you for sharing your incredible art, writing, cosplay, mods, and the list goes on. I hope 2023 treated you well, if not, let's make 2024 beyond amazing! I want you to know that you make my day better no matter what is happening in my life. The simplest joke in a tag or a simple hi in a DM make me smile and laugh. And if this is how I feel, just know you make other people you've never met before feel this way too. I think that's pretty cool.

One day I might have to leave Cyberpunk 2077 behind, because that's how life goes sometimes. And that’s sad to think about... I’m not ready to put it behind me yet. At the same time it means that this community, and my OCs and yours will always have a place in my heart.

I will never forget you.

Here's to another year filled with lots of happy moments. ❤️

Bye 2023! Hello 2024!

Vicky

To everyone who made it this far, I have a little surprise... I’d like to do VP with one of your OCs. Comment on this post and tell me what you’re proud of in 2023. In a week-ish I’ll pick a random person (from the comments). :3

❤️❤️❤️

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acourtofinkandpapyrus · 7 months

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A Flower With Petals of Flame: Part eight (Eris x Reader)

Warnings: mentions of trauma and mistrust.

Part seven Part nine

Tag list: open

After arriving in Velaris, Y/N talks with Elain and finds out her brother hasn't told her everything yet...

(Sorry, this is a bit short but I didn't have a whole lot of time to get this out today)

Being back in Velaris was a dream I had never thought would come true. The people were as happy as ever, even if the streets showed that the war hadn’t left even our hidden city unscathed.

Apparently Feyre has a little art studio, which warms my heart. I had heard a little bit more about what she had gone through, and I knew she deserved to have happiness, wherever she may find it.

“So who made those wings?” Rhys asked, studying the pair strapped to me. “It had to be someone in the dawn court, if I’m not mistaken.”

I chuckled. “No, you’re not. It was Lucian’s friend actually.” I say, trying to leave Eris out of it.

He didn’t need to know about that.

“Nuan? Wow, she never fails to impress, does she?” He says, and I can’t help but let out a chuckle.

I stop in my tracks as I see the new building we were heading for. It was quite big. “That’s new.” I comment a little dumbly, not sure how I feel about it yet.

“Shit, I’m so sorry, I forgot to tell you. This, is the River House! Big enough for all of us to live in comfortably.” Rhysand was quick to say, grinning down at me.

I nod, smiling back up with him as I fidgeted with my sweater. I don’t know why I hadn’t expected some changes. “It’s great.”

I hate it.

It’s not that it’s not beautiful, it’s just… I can’t stand open spaces like this. It reminds me too much of the Asteri’s throne room, where…

I shake the thoughts from my head. Not the time Y/N. Find Elain, ask what she saw, if she knows why people are falling through the cracks in the fabric of the universe.

Because there is always a reason.

As we crowd in, and Rhys starts on a tangent I’m not listening too, I study the details of the place.

It feels well loved, and the more I look, it’s less like a throne room and more like a home. There are paintings lining the walls. Feyre’s I’m assuming.

“Hello!” A little voice says, and I look down, freezing as I see blue tinted violet eyes looking up at me, giving me that sweet smiles only toddlers seem able to do.

Mother above.

“Oh, hello!” I say, a friendly playfulness in my voice. “You must be Nyx! I’m your aunt, Y/N.”

Nyx’s face lit up. “Auntie Y/N!” He shouted with glee as he wrapped his little arms around my legs.

My heart warmed. I always loved children, but seeing how much this little boy looked like my brother made me love him even more.

“He likes you.” Feyre said, grinning at me before she came over, collecting her son.

I blushed, “I’ve always had a knack with children.” I mutter, a little embarrassed.

Things were still awkward, it’s like no one knew what to do, whether to stay or leave, what to say.

I held back an eye roll, about to make some excuse to run off when the scent of baked goods and sugar shoved into my senses, overwhelming me.

I whip my head around to find the third sister. Despite being older than Feyre, she seemed smaller, meeker than either of her other sisters.

But I catch the way she studies me, not unlike the way Lucian looks someone up and down when evaluating.

She was quick to look at the rest, her face molded into soft confusion.

I would have to keep an eye on this one.

“This is Y/N, Rhysand’s sister.” Azriel tells her, and I’m shocked at how soft his voice is, the way he held her gaze.

Shit.

At least it was no longer Mor, but I couldn’t help the worry that started to churn in my gut. I didn’t know this female, but everything in me screamed that there was something more to her.

Keep an eye on her indeed.

Things started to relax as conversations started up, and I noticed that Elain was staying at the fringes of the group.

I made my way over to her, bowing my head only slightly.

After I was forced to my knees and beheaded by Tamlin’s father. I bowed to no one. Not willingly, at least.

“Hello Elain.” I said softly, almost a whisper.

She smiled sweetly, dipping her head to look away, mumbling a hello.

I smile down at her, knowing that under those pretty lashes she bats at me, her eyes are much more cunning.

“I was told you were the seer, that you were the one who said that there were three of us that would come back.” I say, trying to keep my voice soft and saccharine.

She wasn’t the only one familiar with hiding under the guise of a naive girl.

She nodded, and I smiled, pushing more, “Do you have any idea why we are returning like this?” I ask her, mirroring her curious face from earlier.

She seems to realize where I’m getting my inspiration from, because the corner of her lip twitches upwards before she presses her lips into a flat line. “You should ask your brother.”

Turning around, she walked back into the kitchen, and I suddenly felt uneasy as I looked over at my brother.

Why hasn’t he already told me?

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ENTWINED SHADOWS

Pairings ~ Megumi x Fem Reader

Warnings ~ slow burn, (possible smut in later chapters), aged-up Fushiguro (as well as other characters), 18+ only PLEASE.

WC ~ 1.2k

This is my first fic here. Please take it easy on me, but I would love to receive constructive criticism to improve my writing; you guys can always leave messages in my inbox or comment below once again thank you for reading and enjoy.

*I will be posting every Sunday night for a new chapter*

*SOME OF THE ART WORK IS NOT MINE, If you happen to know the artist pls lmk so I could tag their socials*

Part 2: ⬇️

It's not unusual to find yourself walking the halls of Jujutsu High all alone, after all, your first-year friends are on missions, and being enrolled here was not your intended plan. If it wasn't for family roots having connections here you'd likely have ended up anywhere else. Nonetheless, Gojo was determined to get you to join his first-year class, and here you are halfway through the first year. You’re truly grateful for being able to make new friends just thinking back to your first encounter with Kugisaki, being that she was the first person you felt completely comfortable with since you both were the only two girls. Walking into the room you felt all eyes on you, there they were, all three Kugisaki, Itadori, and Fushiguro.

“Hello, kiddos! I'd like to introduce you to Y/N L/N! One of Jujutsu High’s newest students!” Gojo exclaimed loudly, directing his jazz hands toward you.

“Finally another girl I can gossip with! I am so sick of dealing with these knucklehead losers who don't understand us, women!” Kugisaki loudly expressed, quickly pulling you into a hug in relief.

“What the hell Kugisaki?! Are you for real? Am I not a great friend to you?” Itadori said, facing Nobara in annoyance.

As they continue to bicker about nonsense with one another, you decide it was enough and formally introduce yourself.

“Well, I’m sure Kugisaki appreciates you just as much as you appreciate her.” a big smile forming on your face. Reaching your hand out, “Nice to meet you, Itadori.”

Both shaking hands, you turn to Nobara offering her a handshake in return. “ It’s nice to know I won't be too alone now that I know there is another girl in this class.” Both of you share a smile.

Nobara reached over to Itadori’s ear, “ I like her a lot, she's so nice.”

“I agree, she's pretty cute too,” Itadori says, rubbing the back of his head and smiling.

“Really Itadori?” she snarled back in annoyance.

“What!? It’s just a compliment, can I not say anything nice without you thinking I have an instant crush on someone good-looking?”

Once again this duo looked like a wildfire that couldn't be stopped, your interfering wouldn't have made it any better anyways.

You turned to look past both Kugisaki and Itadori… There he was, noticing the dark-haired boy, crossed arms leaning against his desk, who seemed to be in such deep thought facing the windows. Such a quiet, melancholy boy but.. seemingly had such a serious demeanor, it was quite a different feeling from other people you’ve met but, different is always good, right?

“Fushiguro! Don't be rude, come introduce yourself I’m sure you both would make the best of friends.” Gojo yelped, leaning his head down overlooking his dark lenses, exposing his bright blue eyes toward the spiky-haired boy.

Not a single word left Fushiguros mouth, propping himself up after leaning on the desk. Gradually making his way towards you, his elongated arm reaching out.

“Nice to meet you Y/N, I’m Megumi Fushiguro.” his hand grabbed ahold of yours.

“It’s nice to meet you too Fushiguro.” giving a half smile.

“You can call me Megumi.” he insisted

You nodded your head, “Sure can.”

Although that thought of your first encounter with your new friends was quite possibly the best thing to ever happen in your life. It's hard to not find yourself sulking into deep thought, with each interaction when it comes to Megumi. After all, he is one of your closest friends; aside from the other two.

“Y/N!”

Everyone at Jujutsu High was in their designated group and solo missions during this time around, it was rare to see familiar faces quite this early on in the beginning of fall.

You heard footsteps running down the hallway in the direction you were going. Turning to see who it could be.

“Nobara!” You exclaimed with a smile.

“It’s so good to see you after this long group mission, finally to get some one on one girl time for now.” trying to catch her breath.

“I know I’m glad we get some time to spend with one another….” you stated.

“Yaknow Nobara it’s only been a month since you and the boys have been gone, it’s gotten lonely down these halls since. Not to mention nothing much has happened; other than just sparring with Maki and Panda, trying to keep up with strength training and stamina for when it's time to finally take up a group mission with you three not including Gojo-Sensei as the fourth.” you smiled laughing.

“Ugh! You sound so depressed saying it like that, cheer up Y/N. We're back home now no need to mope about that crap, besides we’re heading out into Tokyo tonight to hit some karaoke night with some drinks and you’re coming along either way so no if’s, and’s, or but’s.” she cheerfully states skipping along the hallways.

Letting out a laugh “It’s always hard saying no to you guys, I’ve been longing to have a free, fun night out with all of us after things were so boring here.”

‘Well in that case, now we have an excuse to make ourselves look fabulous for tonight. No reason we shouldn't look our best; who knows we might end up finding someone for you tonight.” she rejoiced, pulling you in the direction of the dorms.

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“OH COME ON! That shit isn’t fair, I got a headshot on the opponent!” Itadori blurted, dropping the controller onto the couch.

“You think you’re strategic enough to play Call of Duty like that?” Megumi emitted keenly.

“Oh yeah? What do you even know about video games? Seems to me you prefer a book in your hands rather than a game controller?” he scoffed.

“Who cares you're too worked up over a fictional game, how about you start getting ready for the night out with Nobara and Y/N?”

“Oh you’re right, well tonight is the night that we find you a cute girl.”

Itadori poked at Megumi in hopes of seeing him somewhat interested in the idea, the dark-haired boy seemed too disinterested in finding a girl; it was the least of his worries.

They both start digging through different choices of outfits to wear at tonight's outing, Megumi settled on some dress shoes, with a pair of black khakis topping it off with a white long-sleeve button-up. Although Itadori concluded onto a pair of blue jeans putting it together with red sneakers and a yellow hoodie. The pink-haired boy was much more in casual attire, alongside the more cleaned-up overdressed raven-haired boy. Megumi believed appearances displayed one's persona and who they were outwardly, meanwhile, Itadori was quite opposed to the idea of basing someone's attire on who they are; he much rather preserve that with an initial conversation. Both boys were prepared for the outing and finalized with putting on a spritz of cologne.

Megumi heard a light buzzing sound coming from below, he reached down his right pocket to retrieve his phone receiving a text from Nobara.

Nobara: Hey are you losers ready yet? Y/N and I are waiting right out the hallway from your dorm.

Chuckling to himself, he knows Kugisaki can be so impatient when she's the first one ready.

Megumi: Yeah, we're just about to head out the door.

Nobara: Well get your guys asses moving, us girls are looking too good to be waiting here.

Both Yuji and Megumi walked out the door, letting it slowly shut behind them; Nobara and Y/N greeted them sharing some laughs as they continue to walk out into town catching the next city bus to Tokyo.

#jujutsu kaisen #megumi fushiguro #gojo satoru #yuji itadori #toji fushiguro #nanami kento #nobara kugisaki #jjk fic #choso kamo #first fanfic #megumi x you #megumi x reader #EntwinedShadowsFic

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entomolog-t · 2 months

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Hi, how are you doing today?

Do you have any advice for anyone new to the gt community

(I'm actually a little to ask since it is my first time talking about it. I did send an anonymous scenario here since I was nervous to ask it and it made me smile seeing it)

Well first off- Welcome!

I'm going to be honest, it can feel a bit quiet at first getting into the community. When I first started posting years ago it felt like I was just throwing stuff into a void hoping someone would shout back.

And eventually they did.

The more I started interacting with others the more connections I made in the community- commenting on stuff I liked, dming creators, reblogging with goofy tags, making silly memes, the more people began engaging with my content as well.

I think the two best ways to feel the enjoyment of the community are to engage with others, and create an avenue for others to engage with you as well! Its such a small community that any form of engagement is usually a lot for creators here (even extremely popular creators don't typically have more than 10 comments). The silverlining to such a small community is that theres not a huge barrier to making friends.

That can be writing or art sure- but silly little shitposts, memes, prompts, or even just questions are things that people like to interact with! I think the posts that get most engagement from myself are my lil "g/t brainrot" scenarios - which is just me half writing scenarios I get fixated on a lot, which I'll leave vague enough that others can feel free to use the idea.

My last piece of advice is no matter what you do, make it a space that works for you. You don't have to interact with anyone you don't feel comfortable with, don't let yourself feel pressured to create continuous content, etc.

I've seen lots of individuals come and go over the years over a myriad of things- and I think a lot of that can be mitigated by keeping your blog a fun place for you.

I HOPE YOU ENJOY THE COMMUNITY!

#g/t community #AskEnto

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sin-djarin · 6 months

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Becca's Brunch

Alas, another week has came and went and you made it. Pull up a chair, grab some proverbial treats and a cup of something. I left out some extra water, thought you may need after SNL.

Take a minute for yourself and let's get into it. ☕️

Or, what I've gotten round to checking off my tbr this week that I will gleefully add more to.

A quick reminder that what I may like, you may not and that's okay! Most, if not all of the below are 18+. Please heed individual warnings on fics! Leave an author a comment and reblog if you enjoy their work!

Joel Miller:

Five Days by @morallyinept (new chapter)

Dieter Bravo:

Goodwill Hunting by @secretelephanttattoo

Working Title by @rhoorl (new chapter)

Dieter Bravo x Marcus Moreno:

Pretend Alleyways by @radiowallet

Javier Pena:

Paranoid Heart by @goodwithcheese (new chapter)

Dave York:

Eat You Whole by @wannab-urs

Marcus Pike:

Oct 19th's Kinktober by @absurdthirst

H I M by @morallyinept

Tim Rockford:

oct 21 x acorns by @trulybetty

Frankie Morales:

in another life by @chronically-ghosted

If you've tagged me in one of your fics, I see you and you're all on my tbr. I'm getting there and appreciate you for tagging me!

Or, other bits and pieces that made me smile this week.

We got an insight as to what Rockford and Pena are going to get up to...or down to from @for-a-longlongtime . Check that out here.

Pedro in yellow by @iamdesibell. I have a lotta love for that outfit and glasses.

@morallyinept 's lovely lament on this fandom. There's always a lot of love and appreciation floating around here and it makes my heart soar to have been welcomed into such a community. There are so many talented people here, whether you make fanart, graphics, write fics, make memes that make us smile or strip a character down with analysis. It blows my mind that we get to consume such amazing content for FREE!

These wallpapers by @sp00kymulderr

AKA, what I've dished out this week.

Art:

Frankie got a deal at the print shop for his flying lessons. This one looks like it got him a good deal of business though. Maybe ask for a new one...

Fic:

in fiction - Dieter Bravo x gn!reader

Buttons. It's buttons. That's all you have to worry about. See? Buttons.

Or, the personal stuff.

I think I answered most NSFAQs last week. But as always, you can ask me anything (within reason!) in my ask box.

Nothing too exciting over here other than the usual stuff; drinking coffee, working, sleeping, dabbled in some writing and repeating. I did up my reading game this week but I am still so behind. I see so many wonderful fics everyday. I have set up a document for myself in an effort to feel a little more organised because I'd hate to miss any.

Despite getting soaked three or four times this week, I'm in my element in winter. It's beanie and hoodie season and I'm buzzing about it.

Here's the soundtrack to my week:

I'm still a little emo, okay?

The music video for this um...something. Proceed with caution if YouTube is your thing.

If you've made it this far, thank you! Thanks for continuing to be my neighbour despite me being a little menace with the polls this week and bearing witness to me floundering in the Rockford Rockpool. (seriously though, he is everywhere I can't help it)

I wish you a week of creativity and rest when you need it. Be kind to yourself and each other.

Becca. 🤍

Now if you'll excuse me...

#becca's brunch #fic recs #joel miller fanfiction #frankie morales fanfiction #dieter bravo fanfiction #tim rockford fanfiction #marcus moreno fanfiction #marcus pike fanfiction #javier pena fanfiction #pedro pascal fan art #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal fandom #Spotify

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cuteangsty · 1 year

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Pet shelter Whump (Interactive)

masterlist

Oh and the art for this chapter was made by mee :3 I've actually been doing this for a while, but I always add later or reblog and I feel like some people aren't really seeing, so I decided to simply put it in the chapter and just put a link to my art blog here.

I want to choose him as a companion to another pet, which one do you recomend?

The woman's fake smile gets even brighter "well, for a pet as... um... "simple" as him, we would recomend adopting a more usefull one, thir way #860617 would only serve as a sort of lap dog. Now, a good one we could offer is #984772!"

It's very impressive that she seems to remember their hash by memory, tho she notices you are a bit lost in the numbers and points to the one she is refering to on the flyer.

you aslo notice this is a quite expansive one as well. the one you chose initially is cheap, but this one has a significantly higher price, not absurd, but surely not as "simple" as the other one. huh, you feel like there is a game at play here...

"he is very usefull, you can basically leave the household for him to take care, although his training isn't anything special: a few dozen tricks, the usual cleaning, cooking and basic first aid skills... very recomended for new owners and owners with special need pets, such as #860617, and w-"

she is suddenly cut off by another worker, a man in a jumsuit, he seems to be a trainer as well, tho a lot bigger and stronger than than the lady you were talking to.

"we've already got them set on the other room." he says and signs to a door by the end of the hallway.

"oh great! could you follow me for a moment?" the lady asks you "there you'll get to meet them, very quickly isn't it?" she asks, mostly as a compliment to their own facility.

you enter the room and there are the 2 pets siting in the center of the room: #860617 and #984772. Their position is very... well posed, for the lack of a better word. #860617 is covered by bandages maching his sking color, he seems to be quite unconfortable in this position but stays still, he is staring at the floor, sometimes peeking up t at your face, but trying his best to not keep eye contact. The other pet, however has a expectant smile, almost like a puppy, very plesant. the discrepancy between them is like night and day.

The lady makes sure to show them to you through every angle and makes them do some simple tricks: sit, beg, down... and after that they go back to their previous position.

"so, if everything is fine for you we can already crate them and ship them to your home right away, what do you think?" the lady asks you.

taglist: @whumpdreamz

just comment or dm me if you want to be tagged

#whumpee #whumplr #whump prompt #mine #whump #pet whump #caretaker #whumper #box boy au #box boy universe #box boy whump #whump art #interactive story #interactive whump #pet whumpee #shelter pet(interactive)

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anapotatowriter · 2 years

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Meet - cute

Five Hargreeves x reader

A/N: While I am working on some of my requests for Edmund Pevensie, here is a Five Hargreeves fanfiction! Feel free to request for him, or any other TUA character. Also, this is definitely because I can’t wait to see Five in Season 3 :)

Summary: Y/N is a shy book worm. But where her best friends, the Hargreeves, and her best friend (and crush) are threatened, she doesn’t seem so sweet.

Contains: Swearing, some spoilers for books, horrible knowledge of the years where these kids were still teenagers, Ben doesn’t die and Five doesn’t time travel to the apocalypse, lots of events take place in the past (written in italics), horrible story that I have a hate-love relationship with :)

ALSO, NO SPOILERS FOR SEASON 3

Requested: All of my own bestie!

Tagging @art-junkie-13, cause she was the first person I talked to about the story :)

"Y/N! Can you please buy some pasta sauce! We need it for dinner tonight," yelled my mother from her room. "Yes, mum," I yelled back, going to her room and taking the money she held out to me. I picked up a light sweater to protect myself against the spring breeze. I also picked up the play I had recently started reading. I strolled down the street, giggling softly at the swirling leaves and flowers in the wind, before turning down to my book, my tied-up hair keeping the small strands out of my face. Just as Romeo met Juliet at the masked ball, a boy crashed into me, sending me, sprawling backward. The book went flying from my hand, though the money remained tightly within my grasp. My now free hand went back to catch my fall, forcing my wrist to bend back. I yelped softly in pain, cradling my left hand as tears welled in my eyes. "Shit," I hear a voice mumble before someone knelt next to me. "Are you okay?" he asked, his black hair falling into his piercing green eyes. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," I squeaked out, not wanting to bother him. "I am so sorry, you can go on, it was my fault anyway," I mumbled, trying to stand up despite the pain in my wrist. "Nonsense, I crashed into you, the least I could do is help you out," he said, helping me stand up before fetching my book. "Romeo and Juliet, huh? I never understood the big deal about them," he said, smirking at me after he glanced at the book cover. "Really? I have read all of Shakespeare, and this one was my favorite. First, because crashing into each other is the best meet-cute ever. Second, I guess it helps me understand that love is dangerous. It's not sane or straight. Love can be twisted, malicious, insane, unreasonable, and painful. But that's what makes it worth it," I said, going off on a rant before trailing off when I noticed the perplexed expression on his face. "I'm sorry, you probably don't care," I muttered, pushing a strand of hair that had escaped my hair tie behind my ear. "Oh no, I just found your perspective interesting. I never did look at it that way. Just looked at it like teenagers who just killed like, 6 people. And that way, technically we had a meet-cute, huh?" he smirked, making me glance at my shoes in embarrassment. "Anyway, I'll help you home," he said, making me protest. "Don't you have to go home?" I questioned, making him rub the back of his neck. Just as he opened his mouth to explain, I interrupted him. “Oh wait, I’m sorry, this is me,” I mumbled. “My house number is 109… come visit if you get the time, you’re nice,” I continued, and he smiled a little. “Pinky promise,” I said, sticking my pinky finger out to him. He stared at my finger before hesitatingly wrapping his pinky around mine. “Bye,” he said, sticking his hands in his pockets and walking back down where we came. “I’m Y/N, by the way,” I called after him, as I looked at his retreating figure. “Nice to meet you, Y/ N,” he called out, not bothering to turn around, just raising his hand as he walked away.

I sat on my bed, reading Pride and Prejudice, the flashlight the only form of illumination in the otherwise dark bedroom. My hair was tied up and piled on top of my head in a bun, to keep the hair out of my face as I leaned over my book. Suddenly, I heard a loud whoosh and a blue spark illuminated the corner of my room. I jumped and held my flashlight in between both my hands, staring at the corner of my room. “Ow,” a voice groaned, and I threw my flashlight while yelling, “STRANGER DANGER, STRANGER DANGER!” “Ow, what the fuck Y/N,” said the voice, making me squint in the darkness, the flashlight now off from the collision with the stranger. “Oh, it’s you! The kid I met on the street? How did you end up here?” I asked, staring at him warily. “I’m Five Hargreeves,” he said, smacking my flashlight against his palm to try to get it to start up again. I groaned and switched the bedroom lights, squinting immediately at the sudden influx of light. “How does that explain anything?” I asked, rubbing my eyes. “I’m one of the kids born with superpowers? On the news?” he said questioningly, surprised. “Wait, you’re one of those Umbrella Academy kids? You’re the teleportation kid?” I asked, making him nod. “Sorry, I don’t know much about you guys. I don’t watch the news a lot, it’s so sad. I prefer fiction,” I shrugged, and Five nodded in understanding. “Do you want something to drink? Water? Tea? I make a really good black coffee,” I offered. “Black coffee would be good,” he nodded, no expression on his face throughout the conversation. “Okay, “ I smiled and left my room to start the coffee pot, him trailing after me.

“Hey Y/N,” said Five’s voice, making me look up from my battered copy of “The Perks of Being a Wallflower”. “Oh, hey Five,” I said, wiping the tears on my cheeks and sniffling. “Wait, are you crying?” he asked, showing one of his rare emotions, concern. “Yeah, the ending of the book is really sad,” I said sadly, caressing the pages of the book as tears continued to fall. “Tell me about school,” he said, sitting on the bed, successfully distracting me from the book. Butterflies flapped in my stomach at our proximity, a lovesick smile probably gracing my features. Five always liked to talk about school, since he could understand what he was missing because of the Umbrella Academy. “Well, we did acemtodes in Maths today,” I said, immediately jumping into his favorite subjects. “I swear, 10th grade is horrible,” I groaned by the end, falling back on my pillows, the book slipping away from both my lap and thoughts. “I’m turning 15 tomorrow,” he mentioned as he lay down next to me while staring at the ceiling. “Wait, what?” I asked, immediately sitting up. “Yeah,” he said, glancing at my shocked face. “And you didn’t tell me! I don’t know what to get you,” I gasped dramatically, throwing a pillow at him. “Well, you can come over to the Academy. Dad typically leaves the house to us on our birthday, so we can do whatever we want,” he said, making me smile at the invitation. “I would love to! Now I gotta go plan 7 birthday gifts,” I explained happily, squeezing his hand for a second before running out of my room, leaving the boy to stare at the ceiling of my room.

“Hi, my name is Y/N!” I said, smiling at the six people around me, Five standing next to me. “I already know all of you, so need to introduce yourselves,” I said, instead of bringing out my large bag. “So Five only told me about y’alls birthday yesterday, so the presents aren’t that great, but whatever!” I said, holding up the gift-wrapped presents. “Luther right?” I asked, and the blonde nodded, and I handed him his gift wrapped in moon-themed wrapping paper. “And Diego, I am guessing?” I asked, turning to the brunette, and the boy replied, “Yes, that’s me.” I handed him his present, and he took it, his eyes glassing over. “And Viktor, this is for you,” I said, handing him the heavy box. He smiled softly as I handed him the box, making me smile back. “Ben?” I questioned another boy, and the boy nodded in agreement. He accepted the wrapped present I gave him with a starstruck expression. “Allison,” I said, handing the package to the grinning girl before turning to Klaus. “And Klaus. Believe me, I had no clue what to get you, but I hope you like this!” I said, handing him the box. “I spent about the same amount on all the gifts, so yeah!” I said, turning to all of them to see they were all standing where I had left them. “I’m sorry if I messed up, I can return the gifts,” I said softly, cocking my head to the side a bit when I noticed the still wrapped packages. “Thank you,” said Ben, his voice cracking, making my eyebrows furrow in confusion. “I mean, it’s not much,” I said apologetically, shrugging a bit. “Thank you so much,” said Viktor sincerely, placing his hand on my shoulder. “This is our first time getting gifts,” said Klaus, making me gasp. “First?” I asked, making all the kids nod in unison. “Ok, then it’s settled. I am officially on gift-giving duty. Five, you better deliver their presents. Christmas, birthdays, new years, accomplishments, all of it,” I said decidedly. “Well go on, open them,” I motioned to the siblings, who all started opening their presents, smiling giddily. “And Five,” I hummed, making him turn to me from his siblings. “It’s a fountain pen, I got ‘Technically we had a meet-cute, huh?” engraved in a rush order, so this is probably more expensive than the other’s gifts,” I said, handing him the final package. “Thank you… so much,” he said, and I smiled. He intertwined his pinky with mine, a reminisce of our first meeting.

"Come on, hurry up while it's still daytime, idiots," yelled Five from ahead of us, enunciating idiots. "Well... it's not fair... if we have to walk... while you just teleport," said Diego angrily while climbing up the enormous hill, the rest of us huffing and puffing behind him. Five didn't reply and just stopped moving, waiting for the rest of us to catch up. No one missed his annoyed expression by the time we all reached up. "If you tell us to hurry up one more time, I will turn you into a hat," said Luther just as Five went to speak, making Five roll his eyes and close his mouth again. "Finally, we can play," said Allison, sighing as she admired the grassy and flat field where we were going to play cricket. "You good, Y/N?" asked Five, moving closer to me. "Yeah, just tired," I said, dabbing at the sweat on my forehead. "You are a right meanie for not just teleporting with the rest of us," I said, crossing my arms. "Sorry, I just didn't wanna scatter all of you into some other universe where we end up being TV show characters," he said, shrugging while winking at the computer screen. "Let's play!" said Diego, cracking his knuckles.

"I'm referee," said Luther, moving to the side. “And I am going to the market downtown. There’s a new book I found that I want to read,” shrugged Ben. “Oh, come on, Ben! It’s all of your birthdays! 16th! You can’t just leave family time!” I complained, making the boy sigh resignedly. “Fine, I’ll come back in 30 minutes, tops,” he promised, making me smile and nod. He walked away to the nearby market, his black jacket standing out in the otherwise bright field. "Y/N and Allison, you both are the captains," said Luther. "Oh, okay," I breathed, moving forward and looking at the rest of the academy. "Y/N, you can go ahead a pick first," said Allison, smiling at me kindly. "Five," I said immediately, and he grinned proudly before walking toward me. "Diego," said Allison, who walked towards her with a self-satisfied smirk and looked pointedly at Five, a competitive glint in his eyes. "Viktor," I whispered next, and he walked towards us as Klaus walked towards Allison and Diego. "Five minutes to plan, and then we'll have the coin toss," announced Luther, and both teams huddled up. "Diego is going to be the most aggressive. Allison is too nice to go full attack especially cause you and Viktor are too shy and nice, and Klaus is probably too high to care about the game,” said Five immediately, starting his “battle strategy”. “Or, or, or… how about we just play for fun?” I interrupted as his comments about his other sibling started getting most vengeful. “What’s the point in that Y/N?” protested Five. “Fine,” I sighed apprehensively, making him smile triumphantly and resume the plan.

“Let’s start,” bellowed Luther, making me walk towards Luther, Allison walking from the other side. The wicket was already set up, the bats held up by Luther. Luther tossed the coin and said, “Allison, your team bats.” Before going to her team, she cheered a little, while I walked toward Five and Viktor. “Ugh, we’re bowling,” I groaned, Viktor giving me a side hug comfortingly. “We’ll do amazing, don’t worry,” said Five confidently, making me shrug. “Pinky promise,” he said, holding out his pinky. I giggled softly, intertwining my pinky with his. “Okay Five, go bowl,” I laughed, shoving the boy slightly. He chuckled as he walked backward, giving a salute before turning around. “You know, he is only like that with you,” said Viktor, making me turn away from Five’s retreating figure. “What?” I asked, confused. “He smiles more with you, he’s less touch averse. It’s nice,” he said, smiling at me. “Come on, hurry up Y/N!” yelled Diego, anxious to begin the game. “Coming, coming,” I called, running up to the meadow, prepared for the fielding.

“Oh come on, stop running so fast,” I said exasperatedly as Diego and Allison got another run. Klaus was already out and lounging on the grass, out of range of the cricket ball. “Ben!” yelled Klaus when he noticed the boy coming back, holding a book in his hands. Ben reached us and sat down next to Klaus, opening his book. As the game continued, Five and Diego continued to get more competitive, which forced Luther to intervene, only fueling their frustration. I laughed at the story Klaus was recounting to us when the grin on my face faded. I squinted at the group of people I could see coming from the distance.

“Ah, the great Umbrella Academy,” snickered the one in the middle once the group was within earshot. Suddenly, all the siblings seem to have grouped, competitive natures long forgotten. Five came over to me a grabbed my pinky, pulling me in with the rest of the Hargreeves and taking me near Viktor. “Five, what’s going on?” I asked as he walked away, but he didn’t reply. He placed himself on the other side of Diego, Luther on his right. In a row behind, Allison and Klaus stood on the outer edges of the group, with Ben in the middle. At the absolute last stood Viktor and me, a perplexed expression dawned on my face as the group came closer to us. “Viktor, what’s happening?” I asked, confused at the formation we stood in. “We typically stand like this when someone recognizes us in public, makes it easier to deal with fans and press,” murmured Viktor softly to not attract attention. The arrangement suddenly made sense, and I nodded in understanding.

“Ha, I knew I recognized the nerd,” laughed the ‘leader’, making me frown as he looked at Ben, who was holding his book in his hands still. “Who are you calling a nerd,” snapped Diego, taking a step forward. “Lord, you all are no different from us. What’s so special about you bastards anyway?” asked the boy scanning over the group, glossing over me and Viktor in the back. “You seem to forget your place. We have fucking powers that help save the world, and we won’t hesitate to use it on you!” continued Diego, taking out a knife and twirling it in his hands. “Sorry to say this, but you can’t use your powers on us, idiot. We are civilians, and therefore if you harm us, we can go to the police and get your precious academy shut down,” cackled the leader manically, his four goons laughing with him. “You’ll be sorry when I shove my fist in your face,” barked Diego, walking forwards. “Diego, he’s right,” said Five calmly, although his jaw was set tightly and his eyes sparkled with silent anger. “Exactly, ‘Diego’. Listen to the half-wit,” chuckled the goon, walking over to Five, who stood his ground and raised his jaw a little higher. “What about you, scrawny bitch? Wanna fight?” mocked the guy, holding his fists up ironically. The anger that was building up snapped and I scoffed. “You’re a bully,” I said from the back, making the boy's head turn towards me. “Who the fuck said that?” he barked rhetorically, his goons cracking the knuckles. “It was me,” I said, walking forwards. “Excuse me Allison, Ben,” I said, walking between the two. “I’ll be fine, Ben,” I said to the concerned boy, smiling softly. His eyes still held fear as I continued forwards. “Five, Diego,” I said, sliding between the two when I felt someone stop me. Five held my hand, silently pleading with me to not go. “I’ll be fine,” I smiled at him, gently releasing his hold over my hand, instantly missing their presence. “Now, as I was saying, you’re a bully. My dad taught me that there was only one way to communicate with a bully,” I said confidently as I sauntered forward, pulling the hair tie out of my hair and snapping it around my wrist. My hair billowed open from the wind, H/C strands surrounding my face.

“Oh really? And what was his advice?” asked the goon, smiling mockingly at me. I smiled sweetly, chuckled, and brought my fist back, punching him in the face. Gasps erupted from behind me as the goon touched the side of his face where I had hit him. “You fucking slut,” he growled, putting his hand up at his friends, who tried to come to his aid. I clicked my tongue and said, “Oo,” I wouldn’t call me that,” I said, glaring up at him. He brought his hand up to slap me, and I heard Five take one step forwards to try and help me. “Fuck no,” I growled, grabbing the bully’s hand mid-air and twisting it behind his back, making him groan in pain as he faced the rest of the academy, me standing right behind him facing them too. “I’m a nasty bitch darling, believe me,” I said in his ear, loud enough for the people around us to hear as well. “Now why don’t you go on and apologize,” I said, hissing the last word. “Fuck no,” he protested, making me roll my eyes. “You seem familiar, do you study in Y/S (Your School)?” I asked, and the boy nodded minutely, gritting his teeth in pain. “Ah, great! So you must know who I am! Go on, darling, take a wild guess,” I said to him, twisting his arm further to make him hiss in pain. His friends just stood, not knowing what to do. “Shit, are you… are you Y/N? Y/N L/N?” he asked, fear creeping into his voice. “Yes, correct! Jackpot, darling, ding ding ding,” I said, twisting his arm more and more with the last three words as I grit my teeth. “Now, since my reputation seems to precede me, it’s safe to assume that you know I can ruin your life brick by brick, you fucking mangy cur,” I growled. “So, if you know what’s good for you, you fucking apologize,” I finished, kicking him in the shin and making him yelp. “Okay, alright, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” he yelled, making me smile sweetly again. “See that wasn’t so hard,” I said, pushing the boy so that he was near his crew again. “If I see you bothering anyone ever again, inside or outside school, I will torture you until you wish you were dead,” I said, pushing the boy backward. “Now, bitch, why don’t you fucking leave,” I said as the boy slowly backtracked. “SCRAM!” I yelled, making him run away. “You’re fucking crazy,” said one of the others to me, his eyes wide in fear. “Yes I am, sugar. Suck my dick,” I said while flipping him off with both hands, making his eyes widen more as he ran after his leader and the rest of his friends. “FUCKING SHITS! MOTHERFUCKERS! REMEMBER MY WARNING OR YOU WILL REGRET IT!” I yelled, making them scamper away out of sight.

As soon as their figures disappeared, I turned back to the group with a real smile, clapping my hands together. “Shall we continue the game?” I asked, while the rest of the Academy just stood frozen. “... are you okay?” I asked while bringing my hands up to tie my hair again. Everyone surged forward and question me before their conversation sparked up, but Five still stood frozen. “Five?” I questioned softly, walking towards him as the rest of the siblings talked to each other. “Don’t ever do that again,” said Five as he pulled me in a hug, making me freeze in shock. “I was so fucking scared,” he said as he pulled me away and held me by the sides of my arms. “Oh please, I have beat up people much scarier than him,” I said, smiling at him. “You’re an enigma, Y/N,” he said before doing something I never thought he would do. He kissed me, and I kissed him back, my heart bursting in happiness. We split apart, a haze filling my mind when I heard wolf whistles. “Oh shut up,” I muttered, embarrassed, as the other Hargreeves goggled at us, while Five intertwined our pinkie easily. “You’re hot when you swear. And with your hair open,” he whispered in my ear, making me giggle, enjoying the contact between us. “Thank god for our meet-cute,” I thought to myself, smiling at the group around me and the brunettee I stood next to.

#Five #five hargreeves x reader #five hargreeves #five x reader #tua #the umbrella academy #no spoiler for season 3 :)#tua x reader #xreader #shy!reader #tua five #number five #ben hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #luther hargreeves #diego hargreeves #allison hargreeves #viktor hargreeves

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the1975attheirverybest · 7 months

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To/for all fanfic readers and writers, with lots of love ❤️:

Hey friends 💗 so, as many of you already know, a lot of fans (many of them fanfic writers) have been leaving tumblr lately and our community has been affected by a lot of negativity and stress for the compounding effects of multiple reasons. Though this is by no means the ONLY reason, fanfic writers have recently dealt with a lot of undue hate, unnecessary drama, and not enough appreciation.

Writers don’t only write for validation. HOWEVER, the experience and practice of writing comes with a lot of feelings of inadequacy and imposter syndrome. Moreover, writing is primarily a mode of connection. Al of art is. People who write, paint, make music, build stuff…we all do so as ways to express ourselves and connect with others. And getting to share what you write at the end of the writing process adds a layer of meaning to what you do that wouldn’t otherwise exist if you just saved it in a little folder somewhere on your device. So, when writers feel more stress and drama than appreciation, support, or any sign that the connection they reached out for has been made, it naturally makes us question what we do.

It pains me (and I know so may of my mutuals share this sentiment) to see so many talented and beautiful souls leave the fandom space because the culture of community and support that used to be here is no longer inclusive of everyone. It seems, these days, every time I log on, I’m seeing more and more mutuals saying that they’re going to leave, take a long break, or stop posting. I don’t know about you all, but I know I speak both, as a reader, and a writer, when I say that other people leaving is not good for them, for me, or for anyone who loves this fandom and this community.

What can we do about this?

Writers:

Hello my babies ❤️ I love you all. I see you all.

PLEASE OH PLEASE KEEP WRITING.

You’re doing amazing. You are the glue that holds this community together. You make art. Inspire conversations. Stir other people’s imaginations.

Art produces art. I started posting on here because I read the writing of other talented people on here that MADE ME want to start doing it.

Whether you write little blurbs, take request, writer multi-chapter, long, thousand + word fics, or just concepts; whether you write smut, fluff, angst….whatever it is that you do, you are valid. Important. Needed. Necessary.

When the inevitable “hiatus” occurs or even in between shows….who do you think this fandom depends on for keeping the energy alive? Writers.

Writing can be a lonely and self-loathing experience. We need each other. Reach out to other writers. Lift them up. Support them.

Share your work with one another. Discuss. Fangirl. Celebrate yourselves and each other. No, no, no ,no!! I heard that. I heard that sneaky voice in the back of your head telling you that you don’t have the right to call yourself a writer or to celebrate cuz you’re not even that good. FUCK THAT SHIT. YES YOU DO. YES YOU ARE.

Readers

Y’all are so so so special. ❤️ yes we write to entertain ourselves. Yes we do it cuz it’s fun. But when I tell you that there is no greater joy to me than reading y’all’s thoughts in the tags when you reblog, or seeing your comments or asks….literally means more to me than anything.

Do NOT let anyone make you feel bad or guilty about enjoying fanfiction.

If you like a fic, engage with it. Like, comment, reblog, reach out to the writer and let them know that you liked it.

Bonus points if you let them know WHAT you liked about it. I promise you, you’ll have that talented and slutty and sweet mf kicking screaming twirling their hair and smiling for the rest of the day if you tell them you enjoyed what they wrote.

You are never bothering us. We never get tired of your kindness. It’s never repetitive. It’s never meaningless. Any time that you say something, your comment will pop into our head when we next question whether or keep going or not.

Sooooo….what do we do about this?

I encourage you, whether you’re a new writer or a writer with a platform, please don’t stop because some childish killjoys with inferiority complexes wanna take your shine away. Post your work. Enjoy the unique pleasures of making art outside of the structures of capitalist consumption. Nobody is paying you for this. Nobody is estimating the value of your worth and trying to market your labor. Do you know how rare that is???

Writers support writers. Lift each other up. Share each others work. Give each other feedback. Remind each other of each others talent when you see someone starting to doubt themselves or haters getting under their skin.

Readers: like, COMMENT, FUCKIN REBLOG. it takes an extra second. It’s worth more than you know. Do it. It’s the least you can do for someone who has poured their heart and soul into something and delivered it to you on a silver platter.

Writers, readers, shitposters, fans a like: look out for one another. Take care of each other. Have each others backs. If you see a hateful comment, if you see someone trying to gate-keep, shame, or alienate anyone for any reason, CALL. THEM. OUT. Actions have consequences. If you’re so cowardly as to take yiu hate from one platform to another, you don’t have the write to make people feel like shit and ruin their hobby without consequences. You’ll be called on to answer for your bullshit.

There is no hierarchy within the fandom. You don’t get to tell someone how matty will feel about them as a fan and you don’t get to judge the way that someone participates in this fandom.

This month, a lot of your favorite authors will be posting October/ fall/ Halloween themed fics because of this. I think it’s the perfect time to revisit the way that we do reader and writer appreciation around here. I encourage you all to engage with fanfiction more personally and help make this fandom safe for everyone.

#matty healy fanfic #the 1975 fanfic #Ross McDonald fanfic #george daniel fanfiction

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ladymirdan · 4 months

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As someone who just reblogs posts without saying anything, the reason I don't say anything when I reblog them is because one part, I often have nothing to say. And the other part is that most of the time when I comment on a post by reblogging it, the original poster never sees it or interacts with it. I feel like I'm screaming into the void, too.

I'm not trying to call anyone out, I'm not trying to shame anyone. Your point is still valid--it is 100% reasonable for you to feel the way you feel. I'm just providing my excuse for why I don't generally leave comments on your posts or on your blog. I'm pretty new to the fandom and pretty low on the fandom totem ladder, I think I'm one step up from an unknown. I don't get interaction most months, either, and I know that my interacting with anyone doesn't count for anything.

You are not under any obligation to interact with everyone who reblogs your posts with comments. I am not saying that you have to interact with me or that you're under some obligation. You are a popular member of the Tumblr 40k fandom with a lot of followers, I am one scream in the darkness. This is just me explaining why I just stalk your blog (do we still say that? We did back in 2012...) instead of talking to you. Also, I think our interests in the fandom are very different? But I love watching your enthusiasm, seeing your takes. I feel like I'm watching a Very Important Scholar dispensing wisdom in the public forum. (I won't even leave likes on peoples' posts because of what you and Tage have said about the likes! And now that I finally have a post that got popular, I kind of get that???? Sucks that it's not a post of literally any of my art, none of my drawings or writing, just a stupid picture I took where I tagged someone Very Important in the fandom without their permission, very rude of me...) Anyway, it's like, 2am here and I didn't get much sleep.

Pre-emptive sorry for wasting your time!

No no! My post wasn't a callout to anyone specific. And You reblog a lot of my stuff on here and I appreciate it a lot 💙 (I am also a notorious no comment reblogger a lot of the time 😅)

Reblogging on Tumblr makes me happy. It reaches new people with new perspectives and im still allowed to see the interactions. What I ment was taking the post offsite, to a discord or telegram or whatever where im not a part of the post anymore.

And second of all, you aren't a nobody. There are no hierarchy in fandom, (and anyone who says they are some kind of higher tier is a bit of a cunt imo) I value a good commenter/reblogger the same as a would an artist or writer.

But this is a good response, it clears the air a bit I think. I know I might look and sound scary from afar, but I'm (kind of?) nice. And I don't bite(impossible through the screen, I've tried). Lurking used to and still is encouraged way too much in my opinion.

And to you, and anyone who reads this thinking they are nobodies. That is not true. I was a nobody to Tage when we started talking, and now we (at least from my side) are really good friends, almost more then my afk friends.

It is always ok to comment on my posts, everything from “you are wrong and this is why *proceeds to write a 20page rant* to “I want to eat this post so I can carry it inside me” makes me smile.

(I have one rule tho; No unwarranted bashing of Abaddon, that leads to an insta block)

#warhammer 40k #40k #warhammer #fandom discourse #asks #you deserve a little forehead kiss

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unorthodoxx-page · 1 year

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Twitter Prompt snippets

I got a few prompts on twitter and one of them was the Magical Girl AU for rottmnt (which is very fun and interesting and the art and lore are AMAZING. created by @atruedonaldist if you want to check it out!) But I am a Precure fan and the new season is about to start soon.......... You can see where this is heading lol. I went the Precure route 😂

So without further ado, here are two snippets of Crack Treated Seriously (that’s an ao3 tag for people not familiar lol) I will be finishing this by the way.

Note: this one even pushes my envelop of crossover ideas lol. It’s fun for me though! Read at your own risk!

SNIPPET 1 - Leo POV

The floating dog actually isn’t odd enough to catch his attention. They see a lot of weird things in the corners of New York nowadays. They can’t exactly stop and investigate every flying mutant, yokai, alien…whatever that floats across the skyline. They’d never sleep if they tried, but he knows his brother, and Mikey’s nothing if not a bleeding heart when it comes to animals.

So Leo doesn’t say anything to the box turtle when he spots it. He watches with a raised eye ridge as the small dog wobbles through the air and takes another bite of his pizza. He lets his eyes slide to his left; Mikey hasn’t seen it yet. Good. He prays to all their ancestors that the dog thing disappears before his brother has the chance to notice it.

Geez, is it wrong to ask for one night without any weirdness? He snags another slice and checks his phone. They’re late. The others were supposed to be here fifteen minutes ago. He glances at the flying animal and scowls when it’s still visible. Can it go any slower? It’s like it wants to be seen. He shoots off another angry text. He and Mikey are sitting high in the skeleton of an abandoned building that’s supposed to serve as their hangout for tonight. Except that Raph and Donnie are late with April and the Casey’s. We’re going to get caught in something stupid, he thinks, I just know it.

Leo’s heart drops when a giant figure leaps onto the rooftops toward the flying dog.

“Hey,” Mikey says and he curses. “What’s that?”

“Hmm,” he says, “I don’t see anything.”

SNIPPET 2 - Leo POV

Leo flips his sword and falls into a deadly crouch next to Mikey. He’s tired of the destruction. He’s tired of the invasions, and he’s tired of the threat to his family. “This ends now.” They’re destroying this Monster if it’s the last thing they do.

There’s a snap. A gasp, and a blinding light that swallows the entire construction site, but Leo’s eyes never leave the Monster despite the intensity. The Monster flinches, metal arms coming up to protect its face, and that’s when they move, or they try to. A ball of light stops Leo in his tracks. It pulses against the dark of the sky before flickering into a pair of orange glasses. Leo takes an involuntary step back. What now? Mikey stumbles as an identical blue pair appears before him.

“The legendary Vison Visors-pyu!” Happy shouts. “They’ve awakened!”

“What!” Leo shouts. “can you please say something that makes sense?! Please!” Kingdoms, Negativity, Vision Visors. He can’t take any more ridiculousness.

“You must use them-pyu!” Happy continues, “they’re the only thing that can destroy the Monster-pyu!”

Leo shares a look with Mikey. He’s not sure if they can trust this floating dog, but they might not have a choice. They've beaten this monster into the ground at least ten times now, but it keeps getting up. They can’t let it rampage through the city, not when there’s a chance to stop it. Leo grabs the orange glasses. They’re big, chunky things with rounded edges, but he can feel the power vibrating from them with a single touch.

“Hey, Leo,” Mikey says. He holds up his blue pair with a small smile. “You wanna switch? Blue’s not really my color.”

I like the idea of their transformation devices being glasses/shades. if only I could draw!

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bteezxyewriter12 · 1 year

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Rebounding/ 1

Pairing- Hongjoong x Named Reader x Seonghwa, past Tae x Named Reader

Word count- 6.9k

Includes- angst, previous sexual relationship with Tae, threesome with Hongjoong and Seonghwa, public sex, oral, pussy eating, cum eating, blow jobs, deepthroating, door sex, missionary, riding, marking, multiple orgasms, fight with Yoongi, angst

Tag List- @mingtina @jaxxmine @yeosayang @delightfulmoonbanana @tannie13 @y00nzin0 @marsstarxhwa @yeosxxx @seokwoosmole @jjongsbebe @wisejudgedragonhairdo @meowmeowminnie @woo-stars @borntowalkaway @usagionthered @kjqueen05 @san-realblkwife

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J POV

I want to go home

I don't want to be here, at this fucking event

But Tae asked me to come

And I'm still such a sucker for him

BTS and other groups are going to perform and we're all backstage right now

"Hey Jo"

I turn and smile at Tae

"Hey!"

He walks over to me with a beautiful blond Korean girl

This must be Raon

Lucky bitch

'Stop. Be nice', I tell myself

She hasn't done anything to me

She just happens to be dating the guy I love

Who he broke off our friends with benefits for

Yeah, no reason to hate her

"Jo, this is Raon. Raon this is Joanne. My best friend"

I smile, ignoring the pain I feel when he calls me his best friend

"So you're the best friend", she says, looking me up and down

What the fuck?

"Nice to meet you", she says smiling sweetly at me

It's such a fake smile but then I have a fake smile plastered to my face too

"Yeah nice to finally meet you. Tae used to talk about you all the time"

"Good things I hope"

I nod, "Yeah all good things"

The memory of him screaming her name the last time I made him come, slams in my head

He apologized but I knew the sex between us was over

He was imagining her when I was with him

That was the day my hope for him to see me as anything more than a fuck buddy, a best friend, died

'Push it away', I tell myself

"So you have, uh, a lot of tattoos", she says condescendingly

"Oh uh yeah. I like body art"

Her pointing out my tattoos makes me feel self conscious, and I rub my arm with the sleeve, trying to cover it up with my hand

Which is ridiculous

"Why so many? Especially on your arm?", she questions

I'm aware that she's looking down on me for having them

I know how people here see tattoos

Normally I wouldn't care but for some reason I care right now

"I just like them and I wanted them somewhere I can show them off"

"Hmmm", she says, "Do you have more?"

What is this?

Why is she grilling me?

"Yes. I have a lot on my body. I'm a tattoo artist"

"And you think that looks good?"

"Roan!", Tae whisper yells

I look right at her, "I like them and I think they look good. I don't care if anyone else likes them or not. Their opinion doesn't matter to me"

Tae glances at me, looking nervous

"Well that's great self confidence you have. I wish I had that", she answers

Is she complimenting me?

I don't know with her

She could be or she could be insulting me

But for Tae's sake I decide to be nice

"Thanks. You should definitely have that self confidence. Don't think too much about what other people think of you", I suggest

"Yes but it's not as easy for an idol"

I can see what she's saying but I don't know what to say to that

So I stay silent

"Tae, I'm going to get something to drink. Do you want anything?"

He shakes his head

"I'll be back", she says, leaving me and him to stare at each other awkwardly

"Sorry about the tattoo thing", he apologizes

"Don't worry about it", I tell him

More silence falls and I hate how weird it is between us

"So how's it going with Raon?", I ask him

"It's uh good"

I raise my eyebrow

He doesn't sound too happy

"Yeah that sounds totally convincing", I answer

He just smiles sadly at me

"Tae what's wrong? You can tell me", I urge him

He shrugs, "I'm happy Jo. She's sweet, kind and surprisingly really funny. Like you"

I feel a pang in my chest hearing him compare her to me

I know she's better than I am

He prefers her to me

It still hurts after these 4 months he's been with her but I'm trying to get over it

"But?", I ask

There's something he's not saying

"It's just....she doesn't....she's not into some things I like. With sex"

I raise my eyebrow, "Ok...like what?"

He looks around, then turns back to me, "She doesn't like the daddy thing or any of the things we did that one time. When I handcuffed you?"

I remember that night

He fucked me hard and made me cum so much

It was because of him I found out I like choking and biting during sex

Pain with sex

But I'm not really surprised that Raon doesn't like that

It leaves marks and since she's an idol she can't have marks on her

Which is why I never left any on him except for that one time he asked me for hickies

"She doesn't? She said she doesn't?"

He nods, "She told me right away that she doesn't like that even if it's something I like or want. She won't do it for me or even try"

I feel bad for him because I know the daddy thing gets him going and he likes to be dominate

But I also know not all girls are the same

I can't fault her for not liking something

But I can for not even trying

She should try for him and if she really doesn't like it then she doesn't have to again

"Yeah it sucks Tae but remember that not every girl likes the same thing. Or even wants to try it. You just have to accept that if you want her. And you know you guys are still new. Maybe it won't be no forever"

Why am I saying this?

Why am I trying to defend her or make sense of what she's saying

I should be telling him to dump her if she's not going to try for him

That she's not worth it

But I can't

He wants her and she makes him happy

I care more about his happiness than mine, no matter how miserable it makes me

I can't take that away from him

"Yeah I guess", he answers

"Just give it some time Tae. She might change. You never know"

He nods, "Ok Jo. It's just..."

"Just what?", I ask

"Sometimes I...uh... I", he stammers

He what?

What is so hard that he can't just tell me?

He used to tell me everything so easily

He's been distant ever since he got with Raon

I mean I understand, he wants to spend time with her but he can text me sometimes instead of me always texting him

Or at least answer my texts or calls

"You what Tae? What's wrong?"

"Sometimes I miss being with you."

My eyes widen in surprise

I don't know what to do with this information

Normally I'd be happy

But he has a girlfriend now

And he can't miss it that much since he's still with Raon

"Do uh....do you miss me?"

What is he doing?

Of course I miss him

He's all I think about but I can never tell him that

"Tae....I don't....I don't think this is a conversation we should be having anymore. You're with Raon so anything you say or I say doesn't matter"

"I...I know...but it matters to me"

I look at him warily

What's the point of this?

He's just making me remember being with him

And it hurts

I can't be with him and he really doesn't want me anyway

So why is he torturing me?

"Please just answer", he asks quietly

I sigh

"Yeah Tae, I miss you. Of course I miss you. You're my best friend and we were with each other everyday for a while."

"Yeah but do you miss being with me? Sex with me?"

Is he trying to kill me?

"Yes Tae. I do"

He nods but before he could say anything, Raon comes back

"Miss me?", she asks cheerfully

"Of course baby"

"Shouldn't we go say hi to the guys?", she asks

"Oh uh, yeah ok"

He looks at me, "I'll see you later Jo, ok?"

I nod and watch them walk away

Fucking hell, this sucks

---------------------------

"So you're the leader?", I ask Hongjoong

I was just wandering around when I literally bumped into this guy

And I felt so embarrassed when I didn't know he was an idol

"Yeah. And a rapper. One of two", he answers

He's really hot

He's short for a guy but next to me he's a giant

His hair is blue and pulled into a ponytail that is so fucking sexy

He has really pretty brown eyes and his smile is beautiful

But he's nothing compared to Tae

"Your group is ATEEZ?", I ask, pulling out my phone and opening spotify

"Yeah"

I type in ATEEZ and find their discography

I make a new playlist and add their albums

"Ok, I added you guys to my spotify. I'll listen to your songs later"

"Cool", he says, "What do you do?"

"Oh I'm a tattoo artist", I answer

"Oh yeah? That's cool. But, no offense, how are you here? I thought only idols and staff could be here"

He's not wrong and I get why he's asking

"Oh I know BTS"

His eyes pop out if his face

"You know BTS?"

I nod, "Yeah, V is my best friend from when we were babies"

"Oh wow. You're so lucky. My members and I love BTS. We're huge fanboys"

I'm not surprised

Everyone loves BTS

"Maybe you can meet them today", I smile at him

"Maybe", he says

Silence falls between us and I guess the conversation is over

"You're really pretty", he says

My gaze slams up to his

He's looking at me, licking his lip

Fuck that just made me wet

I'm not blind, this guy is fucking sexy

"You too", I say stupidly

Then I realize what I'm saying

"I mean handsome. Not pretty"

He laughs, "I know what you mean"

He tilts his head, looking at me

"Wanna have some fun?"

Oh my God, he really asked me that

And I'm seriously considering it

I haven't had sex in four months

Not since Tae

And this guy is hot

So why not?

There's no one to tell me no

And I want to forget for awhile

"Yeah", I answer

He smiles, then takes my hand

"C'mon"

He starts walking and I follow him

He brings me to an empty room far from everyone and locks the door

He looks at me and I notice that he's nervous

I decide to make him feel at ease, so I move closer to him, brushing my lips against his

It's like that's what he needed because he pushes me against the wall, his tongue in my mouth

Damn he's a really good kisser

But Tae is better

'Stop'

I need to stop or I won't be able to do this

So I push Tae out of my mind and focus on Hongjoong

He pulls at my jeans, undoing them and pulling them down

I kick off my shoes and jeans

His hands go to my shirt next, taking it off then, my bra

He sucks my nipple in his mouth, making me moan loudly

"Fuck your piercings are so fucking hot"

"Mmmm hmmm", I moan

I start undressing him, getting his shirt and pants off

He gets them off, his mouth still sucking on me

"Fuck", I groan

His lips move from my nipple down my body, licking and sucking

God his mouth feels so good

While it feels good, Tae keeps coming in my head and I have to push him away

He's with Roan

He's fucking Roan not thinking of me at all

So I shouldn't think of him

Hongjoong goes down more, pulls my panties down and off

"Fucking hell, you have a piercing here too?"

"Yes"

"That's fucking hot"

I hold back a scream when I feel his tongue lick along my pussy

"Oh my God", I whimper

"Tasted good", he says into me

Fuck me

That's so fucking hot

His tongue moves faster, running all over me

My hand grips the doorknob so fucking hard while the pleasure rakes all over my body

He's fucking amazing with his tongue

His mouth goes around my clit and he sucks hard

"Fucking hell", I cry, my legs shaking

He switches between licking and sucking and I'm right fucking there

"I'm gonna cum", I moan, gripping the knob hard, my other hand going in his hair, messing up his ponytail

But I don't care right now

He sucks again and I'm done

"Fuck, fuck, oh god", I moan, coming in his mouth, my legs shaking hard

I feel his tongue keep licking and when I look down, I see his tongue lick, covered with my cum

He swallows it, then slides his tongue on me again

"So fucking good", he smirks, looking up at me

Fucking hell

He stands up, still smirking, my cum on his face

He wipes it with his fingers, then licks it off them

"Fuck", I whimper

It just reminds me of when Tae did that

He really liked eating me out all the time and for some reason he liked having everything all over his face

And he always said my cum tastes good too

I push Tae out of my head and focus on Hongjoong

I take a look at his body and fuck me

He's fit, his muscles in his chest and stomach

He's beautiful

Are all idols this beautiful?

I move closer to him, my lips on his neck, hands running up and down his back

"Shit", he whimpers

Oh yeah, I like that

I like hearing him

I loved hearing Tae too

'Stop', I yell at myself

Trailing kisses down his neck, I kiss his chest and move down

I lick, kiss and gently suck on the skin on his stomach but stop before I leave a mark

"No don't stop", he moans

"But...it's going to leave a mark. You're an idol.", I answer confused

"I don't care. I want you to do it", he pleads

Well, I guess I can if he's asking for it

"Yeah baby boy? You want me to suck here?", I smirk, kissing his skin

"Fuck yes", he whines

I kiss him again, then suck on thr skin on his stomach

The sounds he's making are so fucking hot

When I'm done, I move away, leaving a dark purple hickey on him

I press my lips to him again, kissing down more

Hooking my fingers in his boxers, I pull them down, slowly, and keep kissing him

When I get to his cock, I kiss down his length to his head

Jesus he's big too

Definitely not as big as Tae

But then no one is as big as Tae

Ignoring my thoughts, I lick his head, feeling his tremble

I can't help but smirk, then I take him in my mouth and suck gently

"Fuck oh my God", he moans loudly

I like that and I suck harder and faster

"Yes shit yes"

I want to make it feel better for him so I move down his cock more and more

His cock hits the back of my throat and goes down more as I keep going, getting him all in

If I can get Tae's huge cock in my mouth, I can get anyone's in

Once he's all in, I move back halfway off him, then slide him back in quickly

"Holy shit. How...how are you...fuck"

I keep going sucking on him as I move

"God I'm gonna cum", he moans

I move faster and his hand slams in my hair, holding me still as he thrust in my throat, coming hard

I feel him shaking from where I'm holding onto his thighs

"Yes fuck yes"

I swallow on his cock while he cums, getting it all down

When he's done, he pulls out, breathing hard

He's leaking so I press my tongue to his head, licking

I taste his cum and he does taste good

My licking makes him hard again and he grabs my arms, pulling me up

"Wanna fuck you", he gets out

"Yes", I agree

He slams me against the door, his mouth on mine, tongue against mine

My arms automatically go around his neck, while he wraps one of my legs around him

I reach down, holding his cock right at my entrance

He moves forward, his head getting inside

I let go, then grab his hips, pulling him to me, sliding him in

My body shakes as he gets in

God I haven't had sex in awhile and just the feeling of being opened again, of having a cock inside me, feels so good

"Fuck, so tight", he moans against my neck

"Fuck me", I ask, running my fingers up and down his back, "Please fuck me hard"

He nods, pulls almost all the way back out, then slamming deep inside

"Yes", I moan

He starts moving faster, slamming into me over and over

Pleasure fills my body, making me moan and hold onto him tightly

I feel him lift my other leg, completely picking me up

He grips my ass hard while he moves

"Fuck, faster.", I moan

"Yeah baby. I'll fuck you faster. And harder"

"Yes please yes"

He somehow moves faster, slamming into me so good

"More Hongjoong. I need to cum on your cock"

"Yeah baby? Haven't cummed in awhile?", he teases

I shake my head, "No. I need to cum on a cock. And I want it to be yours"

"Mmm yeah. I want it to be on mine too"

He hits my spot hard and I yell in fucking pleasure

"There, fuck right there"

He laughs, then concentrates on that area

I feel my orgasm coming and I can't wait

I need it, I need to release this pressure, I need to forget everything and just feel

He moves again, and I snap, yelling his name, coming on him

"Hongjoong! Oh my God!"

I hold onto him tightly, my head against the wall, just feeling him, letting the pleasure take over

"Yes, it feels so good. Fuck", he moans

Suddenly I hear knocking on the door

"Fuck", I whimper

"They need to go the fuck away", he moans

"Hongjoong? Are you in there?"

"Shit", he murmurs

"Wwww...what?"

"It's Seonghwa. One of my members"

"Oh. Make him go away", I tell him, "I want more of you"

"Yeah?", he asks smiling

I nod

"Hongjoong?"

"Go away", he answers

"What why?"

"I'm busy"

He suddenly slams back inside me, hard, making me moan loudly

"What was that?", the guy outside asks

"Can I tell him?", Hongjoong asks, "Maybe it'll make him go away"

"Yeah whatever, just make him leave"

He's making me forget but with him stopping to talk to this guy, more memories of being with Yoongi are coming back

And I don't want them

"I'm fucking a girl. Go away"

I can't help but laugh

"Nice", I say

"What? What girl?"

"Just a girl", he answers, thrusting again

"Fuck"

"Is she hot?", he asks

He looks at me smirking

"Yeah, really hot"

I blush looking away from him

"Can I see?"

What the hell?

Seriously?

"Uh what kinda freaky shit are you guys doing at you're dorm?", I ask

"Nothing like that. We're just open with each other about when we're fucking girls", he shrugs

"Well?", the guy asks

"Are you ok with it?"

Wait what?

"You...you don't care? That he's going to see you fucking me?"

He shakes his head, "No. And he'll probably want to fuck you too"

Jesus

I don't know about that

I'm not against anyone watching though

"Let him in"

He reaches over, unlocking the door

The guy comes inside and locks it

He looks at us and holy shit

He's fucking hot too

"Goddamn, she is hot", he says, his eyes looking all over me, "Nice tattoos"

"Thanks?", I ask

He nods, "I'm Seonghwa"

"Joanne"

Hongjoong rolls his eyes, then moves, carrying me to the couch

He lays me on it, then gets on his knees opening my legs wide

He snaps his hips, burying himself inside again

I moan from the pleasure and he keeps going, moving hard again

"Yes fuck", I groan

"My god she's fucking sexy", Seonghwa says

"She feels fucking amazing", Hongjoong answers

"Hey! I'm right here!", I protest

"Sorry", Seonghwa apologizes

Hongjoong keeps going, not paying attention to the other guy

"Can I...uh help?", Seonghwa asks

What?

Is he serious?

"Ask her", Hongjoong answers

Wait what?

"Can I?"

Oh what the fuck?

Should I?

What will Tae think if he finds out I fucked two guys one right after the other?

Well I doubt he'll care

He doesn't talk to me much anymore anyway

I make a decision

"Yes. Take your clothes off"

Seonghwa immediately pulls his shirt over his head and I gape at his body

He has fucking abs

And it's such a turn on

He gets out of the rest of his clothes, his cock huge and hard too

What the hell?

How am I getting all the big dick guys?

And his cock is just as big as Tae's

Holy shit

"Fuck Seonghwa, she likes your body. She just got so wet"

He blushes but comes over to me, kneeling down

Hongjoong pounds into me while Seonghwa leans down, his lips on mine

I open my mouth and his tongue slides right inside

My hand goes in the back of my hair, holding on tightly

His hand goes to my breasts as he touches my nipple

"Fuck, she just soaked my cock", Hongjoong whimpers

Seonghwa pulls away, looking at my body

"Fuck", he says as he notices my nipple rings

He pulls on it, pleasure spiking hard

"Fuck", I moan

"Her clit is pierced too", Hongjoong says, not stopping his thrusts

"What?", Seonghwa asks, look down my body, "Holy shit"

"Fucking hot right?"

Seonghwa nods then leans over, attaching his mouth to my nipple, sucking hard

Pleasure blasts in my body, making me arching up

I feel a hand on my clit and when I look, Seonghwa is playing with my clit while Hongjoong fucks me

This is fucking insane

Two guys pleasuring me

I never thought I'd be in this situation

But it feels fucking incredible and I don't want them to stop

Seonghwa pulls on my clit ring, making my hips slam up, meeting Hongjoong's thrust

"Fuck good girl", he moans

The three of us keep moving together and I'm kinda surprised at how coordinated we are

"Seonghwa, wanna taste her cum?", Hongjoong asks, "It's so fucking good"

"Yeah"

Mother fuck

"I'll fuck her until she's ready to cum, then I'll pull out and you lick her until she cums"

Oh my God

That sounds.....amazing

"Ok"

Seonghwa goes back to playing with my nipple

Hongjoong's cock is getting me so close

"Fuck she's gonna cum", Hongjoong groans, pulling out

"No!", I moan, hating the feeling of my orgasm retreating

Until I feel a wet, hard tongue lick me

Looking down again, I watch Seonghwa eat me out

His tongue slides slowly up and down, feeling so fucking good

His tongue runs along my clit making me moan

His tongue moves faster, licking my clit over and over

I feel my orgasm coming back

His lips wrap around my clit and he starts sucking on me, tugging on my ring with his teeth

"Yes oh god!"

I can't stop myself, my hips move into his face over and over

"Damn Seonghwa, she's fucking your face"

He nods

"I like it", he says then goes back to me

Shit he's hot

I feel his fingers open me more, licking all over

I'm right there, I just need him to do something to make me cum

I feel his tongue slide inside and that's what I needed

"Fuck! Seonghwa", I yell, coming hard, holding his head against my pussy

He makes moaning sounds as he slides his tongue in and out

"Oh God", I cry, coming again, my legs shaking around his head, the bliss so fucking intense

When I finish, he moves away, kissing my inner thigh

"She tastes good", he says looking right at me

I can't

Do these guys all really think I'm good?

I don't have time to relax because Hongjoong comes back, flipping me on my hands and knees, sliding his hard cock inside me again

My back arches from the feeling of him filling me up

"Good girl", he smirks, "Seonghwa wants you to suck his dick baby. And I'm gonna fuck you while you do ok?"

I nod

I'm aware that I'm being such a slut but I don't care right now

I'm just shutting everything off to do this

I turn my head and open my mouth waiting for Seonghwa

"Look Hwa, she wants your cock in her mouth"

He comes closer to me, his cock close to my face

I lick his tip and he shudders

Moving my hands on his hips I pull him closer, wrapping my mouth around him and starting to suck

"Fuck me", he moans

Hongjoong moves into me, then pulls almost all out before ramming back in

Hard

He keeps moving, going slow but hard and deep

I pull Seonghwa to me more, taking all of his cock in my mouth

"How is she-", I hear him moaning

"I don't know but she did it to me too. Coming in her throat felt so good"

Like I did to Hongjoong I move my head, sliding Seonghwa in and out of my throat, sucking as I do

Hongjoong's steady slams build up the pleasure and I'm ready to cum again

"C'mon baby, cum", he asks

I snap moaning on Seonghwa's cock and explode on Hongjoong's

"Yes oh god yes", he pants, starting to move faster, pound into me mercilessly

Seonghwa is a moaning mess, eyes never leaving my mouth on his cock

Hongjoong's pounds bring me there again, making me release on him again, my body shaking on its own

"I'm gonna cum", Hongjoong yells

"Me too", Seonghwa whimpers

"Can I cum inside?", Hongjoong begs

I nod and he grips my hips so hard as he cums

At the same time Hongjoong cums in my pussy, Seonghwa's cums down my throat

I swallow Seonghwa's cum while my pussy throbs on Hongjoong, getting all his cum

I'm such a fucking whore

"My turn. I want to be inside", Seonghwa says

Hongjoong pulls out, moving away while Seonghwa sits next to me

He pulls me up, putting me on his lap

"Ride me baby girl?", he asks shyly and I nod

He kisses my lips as I reach down between up and hold up his already stiff cock

Getting him in position, I sink down on him, getting him all in

"Yes fuck oh god", he cries

I push him back against the couch, then lean back on his legs

I start moving slowly at first, teasing him

"Faster baby please", he begs

I smirk at him, "Is my baby boy begging me to ride him hard and fast?"

He nods, "Yes I'm begging you. Please"

I tilt my head, looking at him, "Good boy"

Moving faster I bounce on his cock, just enjoying the feeling of him going in and out of me

And by the sounds he's making, I know he's enjoying it too

He keeps murmuring "Yes, yes, yes" over and over again

I like it

I clench around him, making him gasp in pleasure

"I....I...nnn....need", he stutters

"What baby boy? Tell me what you need", I tease him

"I need you to cum on me. You're so fucking tight and I want to feel you get tighter"

"Hmm, you're lucky that your cock feels so good baby. I'm gonna cum real soon"

Seonghwa is different from Hongjoong

Hongjoong likes to dominate while Seonghwa likes to be dominated

Lucky for them I'm good at both

"Please", he begs

"Soon", I whisper, kissing his neck

I move my hips around, getting his cock to slam my spot

"Yes fuck", I cry

I keep moving, using his cock to fuck my spot over and over

I feel my legs start to tremble and I'm getting hot all over

I need to cum

I bring myself down on Seonghwa again, this time gripping his cock so hard, climaxing again

"Seonghwa fuck", I praise him, shaking on top of him

"So fucking good", he gasps

"Yeah?"

He nods

"Baby boy's cock is so good for me. Making me cum so good"

He whimpers and it's adorable

I keep moving on him when I feel lips on the side of my neck

"I'm gonna mark up your pretty neck baby girl", Hongjoong whispers in my ear

I nod, loving the feeling of his lips on my skin

"Seonghwa, fuck her. Now"

Seonghwa immediately grabs my hips and thrusts up into me

The pleasure is a blast in my body

Hongjoong pulls Seonghwa by the hair, putting his lips on the other side of my neck

"Mark her while you fuck her"

Again Seonghwa listens and sucks on my neck, while he slams up into my pussy

He's giving me a good pounding, hitting my spot every time

I'm gonna cum real quick

Both guys run their tongues on my neck, lips sucking in different spots

I feel fingers on my clit, rubbing in a circular motion and making my back arch into Seonghwa

"She's close", Seonghwa breathes, mouth back on my neck

Hongjoong moves his fingers faster on my clit and all the sensations combine together making me snap

"Seonghwa", I shout, coming on him again

He moans on my neck and I feel him cum inside me, warm and sticky

"Yes baby girl, fuck", he moans

When he finishes, he falls back on the couch and I go with him so tired

My face ends up in his neck as his arms wrap around me

I breathe in, catching his scent and fuck he smells so good

Hongjoong moves away from us and I just relax on Seonghwa

"I'm gonna see what the other guys are doing", Hongjoong says, pulling his clothes on, "Take your time"

Once he's dressed, Hongjoong leaves the room, leaving me and Seonghwa still on the couch

"Damn he was out quick", I comment

"Yeah he's a fuck em and leave kinda guy", "Seonghwa answers

"And you're not?", I ask

He blushes as he says, "Well no. I'm not gonna fuck someone and then bail the next second. I can't be up and running around right away"

"Yeah me too", I say

That's probably why we're still laying with each other

And if I'm honest with myself, it feels nice to be held, to lay with someone even if it's just for a few minutes

But all too soon he has to go, probably to perform

I tell him to get dressed and leave first since he has somewhere to be and I don't

As he dressed, I clean up the cum from both idols, once again, noting that I'm indeed a slut

I get my panties and bra on, when Seonghwa clears his throat

I look up at him, "Are you ok?"

"Can I...can I have your number?", Seonghwa asks me, his cheeks blushing

"Wait...are you serious?", I ask surprised

He nods

Well fuck me

I don't see any reason not to give it to him so I say yes and we exchange numbers

"I'll text you", he says and I nod, not expecting him to

I know to him I'm just a slut, someone to fuck, so I don't expect any texts aside from booty calls

And he's hot so I may just keep fucking him

He smiles at me and I notice how beautiful it is

He waves then leaves the room

Well that was an experience

It was fun while it lasted

Now I have to get back to my own miserable life

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Tae POV

I watch Joanne talk to some idol

I don't know who he is but he's good looking

His hair is blue and I know she likes that

Her favorite color is blue

She loved when my hair was blue

Her favorite on me is black, then blue

After awhile I got tired of dying it colors like that so I stopped for awhile

She always suggested I dye my hair colors like that again but I didn't

Her own hair is an electric green right now

I was surprised when I first saw her

I haven't hung out with her in the four months I've been with Roan so I didn't know she changed her hair

Her hair was a bright red then black when we were together

She smiles at him, my heart jumping in jealously

What the fuck was that?

I need to relax

It was probably because I haven't spoken to her much while we're here and he's talking to her

I've been at Raon's side the whole time

The guy tilts his head and asks her something

She looks like she's debating her answer, when her face smooths over and she says something

The guy takes her hand and leads her out of the main room

Where the fuck is she going?

Why is she going anywhere with him?

Is she....

Is she going to have sex with him?

No, fuck no

"I'm going to the bathroom", I tell Raon

"Oh. Ok", she says as I start walking away, following Joanne in the direction the idol took her

I go down the hall, away from the main room and turn the corner just in time to see the idol pull her into a room

The door slams shut and I hear it being locked

I freeze in place

She's...she can't do this

She doesn't even know him

How is she just going to fuck a guy she doesn't know?

Why would she do that?

And why do I care?

I'm with Roan now, why do I care who Joanne sleeps with?

Because she's my best friend and I care about her

I don't want her getting hurt or catching anything

I stand there for awhile debating what to do

I should check on her

Continuing down the hall, I pass by the door, listening

"Fuck me", she asks, "Please fuck me hard"

My heart drops

She sounds just like when she was with me

Begging me to fuck her hard and fast

Now she's asking another guy to do it

"Yes faster"

I hear a slamming sound over and over along with her moans

Her moans that just used to be for me

"More Hongjoong. I need to cum on your cock"

"Yeah baby? Haven't cummed in awhile?", he teases

"No"

I close my eyes getting so angry

She hasn't came in awhile so that means when she does it's going to be fucking hard and huge

And she's gonna do it on him

'Hongjoong! Oh my God!", she moans

She came

I know how she sounds

She came on someone else's cock

Not mine

"Yes, it feels so good. Fuck", he moans

I remember

I remember how good she feels and I'm so fucking enraged someone else is feeling it

I hear footsteps and I duck behind the corner

Another idol is walking by and he stops at the door she's behind

"Hongjoong?", he calls, knocking

Does he know that guy she's with?

He keeps talking but I don't know what he's saying

Suddenly the door opens and he goes inside

What the actual fuck?

She's not going to fuck both of them....is she?

I can't believe this

This is insane

She's being.....

No stop

'Don't call her that', I tell myself

Because honestly she's not being a...slut

She's allowed to do whatever she wants with whoever she wants

And I'm upset but I shouldn't be

She's not my girlfriend

I don't feel like that for her

So I have no reason to be angry

I need to get out of here

If she wants to fuck two guys, she can

But I don't need to hear it

As I pass by the door, I hear her moan, "Fuck, Seonghwa"

Anger hits me hard again

That has to be the other guy that just went in the room

I can't hear this

'I don't care', I tell myself as I keep walking away

But I do

I care a lot

And I don't want to think about why

---------------------------

Fifteen minutes later, she comes back alone

The two other guys came back before her and went back to their group

I'm still pissed off

She shouldn't have fucked them

She just met them

I hope she wasn't dumb and used condoms

Or at least had them

She comes closer to us and I see dark marks on her neck

My stomach falls to my feet

She let them leave hickies on her?

Fury comes back in my body and I clench my jaw

"Hey Tae. When are you guys going to perform?", she asks

Now that she's in front of me, I can see the hickies clearly

One is so dark, almost black

And she has another one on the other side of her neck, that one purple

"Tae? You ok?"

"Did you have fun?", I snap

Fuck

I didn't want to say anything

My stupid mouth ran by itself

"Uh what?", she asks confused

"With those two guys who gangbanged you. Did you have fun?"

Her eyes widen, "You..you saw?"

I roll my eyes, anger fueling me

"Of course I saw. I saw that blue haired idol take you and I was worried so I followed you. And saw him bring you to a room. Heard you begging to cum on him"

He face is in total shock but I don't care

I'm letting my anger take over

I shouldn't

I shouldn't care who she sleeps with

But I do

I do so much

I miss her and I want her to be with me

"Then I saw the other idol knocking on the door, going inside and I heard you moaning his name too"

"Oh god", she whispers

"Did you fuck both of them?"

Her eyes narrow, "That's none of your business"

I snort, "Of course it is. You're my best friend. I don't want you getting hurt or catching something."

She doesn't say anything, just looks away from me

"Did you make them use condoms?"

She bites her lip but shakes her head

She didn't?

I'm so fucking surprised

She doesn't know them

Doesn't know if they fuck any girl, if they have anything

"You're so stupid", I snarl

Her eyes widen, looking back at me

"No I'm no-"

"Yes you are. You fucked two guys one after another without condoms like a slut"

As soon as the word leaves my mouth, she looks like I slapped her in the face and I regret saying it

"Really? Because I wasn't a slut when I was fucking you right? Letting you cum in me whenever you fucking wanted?"

"That's different and you know it. You know me, you don't know them"

"Why do you care? You're fucking your girlfriend. It doesn't matter who I'm with"

I can't believe she's saying this to me

I'm with one person, who I'm dating

She's with random people

"I'm only with her while you're fucking two guys and coming out here with their fucking hickies on your neck"

"Then don't fucking look", she growls

I narrow my eyes at her, so fucking pissed off

"You know what if you want to be a whore, then go ahead. I don't give a fuck"

The hurt on her face and tears that flood her eyes, hit me hard and again I instantly regret calling her a whore

She just nods, looking away, "Ok"

She turns from me and starts to walk away while I panic

I didn't mean it

I need to apologize

Right now

"Jo-", I call

"Can't talk Tae. Gonna be a whore and find someone to fuck", she snaps, not even turning around

"Joanne, wait, I didn't-", I try again

"Leave me alone", she tells me and I stop

She's never told me to leave her alone before

I don't know what to do

Should I leave her alone or should I go after her

"Tae!", Raon calls, making me turn to her, "Where were you? You were gone for so long"

"Yeah sorry", I say, distractedly looking back for Joanne but I can't see her anywhere

Fuck

I fucked up and I need to find her to apologize

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J POV

I need to get the fuck out of here

I'm on the verge of tears

Tae called me a slut and a whore

It hurts so much

I never thought he'd ever call me that or think of me like that

I guess I was wrong

I don't know why he's upset

He's fucking Raon

Why does he care what I do?

Who I fuck?

He's different than he used to be

Ever since Raon, it's like I don't exist anymore

He'd never have called me a slut or a whore before

He never cared who I had sex with before

And now he's grilling me, asking personal questions

Calling me names

I just want my best friend back

My Tae

The Tae I could tell anything, talk about anything with

The Tae who made me laugh, watched tv and stupid movies with me

The Tae who would ask for my help, my opinion on his music, who took what I said seriously

Not this Tae who calls me a slut and a whore

I should of never agreed to have sex with him

If I didn't, this wouldn't be happening and I wouldn't be hurt

It's my own fault I'm hurt

My own fault

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