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ramp-it-up · 2 days

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II Most Wanted Pt. 2: Pedal so heavy

Pairing: Syverson x OFC Reader "Buttercup" (w/ Betty Bronco)

Summary: The feelings are getting real as you make a decision about giving Jake Syverson the time of day (or night, rather) at your 20 year reunion.

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. RPF. S MUT, Angst, pining, fluff. Flashbacks, horny teenagers being horny (over 18 tho). Prom night, early 2000's music, mentions of sex acts, "Captain" kink, mentions of teenage pregnancy, divorce, breakups. The Powerpuff Girls, old automobiles, 20 year high school reunion, drinking, swearing. Reckless driving?

Read at your own risk. Not Beta’d. All errors my own.

A/N: This is the second installment of II Most Wanted. I'm in love with these two; they are bringing my writer heart back to life. If you like it, please reblog and comment.

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May 2024

“Well, now Buttercup, that’s a long story. I know you want to hang with your friends. And I don’t know what you’re doin’ later tonight, but I would like to go somewhere quiet and talk about it.”

When you heard that, you went into fight or flight mode. Rage, regret, and sadness all flooded your body at once, and Sy’s eyes flicked down to your dominant hand which was curling into a fist. A wry smile started on his lips, and then he straightened up and looked you in the eye as he started to speak again.

“Butter-”

You shook your head, which silenced him. Then you raised your chin, released your fist, and turned your back, walking toward your friends.

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Get out (LEAVE!)

Right now

It’s the end of you and me

It’s too late (NOW!)

And I can’t wait

For you to be gone…

Carla and Tiffani followed as you fled to the restroom.

“Why did you even tell him I liked him? I blame both of you.”

You were hurt, so you brought up a 20 year old slight and lashed out weakly at your friends. You were trying to ascribe meaning to your emotions.

How could everything still hurt this much?

Carla wasn’t having it.

“Unh unh. No. Nope. We were sick of you running your mouth all the time about how cute he was. And Jakey boy had heart eyes for you since the day you walked into school, despite Becca the Bitch. After they broke up, we had to put you both out of your misery. It had to be done.”

Tiffani was nodding her head in agreement.

You sighed.

“‘M sorry guys,” you sat on the bathroom vanity and smiled to yourself about your Powerpuff councils in the 3rd floor Central High bathroom all those years ago. Then you grimaced when you thought of Sy.

“I just… Can’t…”

“So what just happened?”

Despite your surliness, Carla was ready to go to war for you.

“He wants me to go talk with him, ‘someplace quiet.’”

“Wow. Your air quotes are kind of aggressive.”

Sweet Tiffani was also calling you out.

“Maybe you do need to talk to him. I heard what happened, and it’s kind of a lot. A hell of a story.”

“Tiff has a point. You forbid us to say his name after you two broke up…”

You interrupted Carla.

“After he found out Becca was pregnant, you mean..”

“...That is a part of the story you need to hear. She did him dirty. They split when he finished his first tour. He asked about you, but you were already engaged to Scott…”

You’d heard that Sy enlisted instead of going to State for football like he planned when Becca fell pregnant, but the bit about the split hit you like a ton of bricks.

But why? And what did it matter now?

“Sy spent the better part of the last 20 years in Afghanistan, and I think it’s because…But that’s not our story to tell. You really ought to talk to him.”

“I don’t have to do-”

Your voice was a little shrill and you closed your mouth when you heard yourself. You stood in the bathroom awkwardly until the familiar beginning of a song wafted into the room:

“Teen drinking is very bad.”

Carla and Tiff started screaming the next line:

“Yo, I got a fake ID tho.”

The beat dropped and they pulled you out of the bathroom onto the dance floor.

One, here comes the two to the three to the four Everybody drunk out on the dance floor Baby girl ass jiggle like she want more Like she a groupie and I aint even on tour...

…..Everybody in this bitch getting Tipsy.

This was your thot song, and after a minute of standing there, fake offended by their dancing, soon you were shaking your ass with your lifelong friends.

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Sy knew how much he was trying it when he asked you to talk, but he had been waiting 20 years for this chance.

Tonight was the night.

And he wasn’t going to let the night pass without shooting his shot. But the truth needed to be told first. He hoped that you still cared enough to let it happen.

When you stared at him blankly, he started to sweat. He knew you lived your life since then. He feared that any feelings you may have had for him were over and done with. But then he saw your hand balled into a fist, and hope entered his heart.

Sy never shrank from a fight; hell, he’d started too many, but he never wished for someone to sock him in the mouth as much as you.

He wanted to fight with you.

And he wanted to make it up to you.

His heart dropped when you walked away, but he decided to let it ride and give you some space. After you disappeared into the bathroom with Carla and Tiffani, Sy ventured into the venue, ready to interact with others now that he had laid down the challenge with you.

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You were having a ball dancing with the girls until that song came on. You stopped moving, the hair raised on the back of your neck. When you turned you found Sy staring right at you. You’d managed to ignore him the entire night, but this song and his blue eyes were wearing you down.

I'd sure hate to break down here Nothin' up ahead or in the rear view mirror Out in the middle of nowhere, knowin' I'm in trouble if these wheels stop rollin' So, God help me, keep me movin' somehow Don't let me start wishin' I was with him now

You walked toward Sy, drawn to him as if on a string. You had that feeling in the small of your back as you stood before him, the one that you hadn’t felt in ages, and suddenly everything felt inevitable.

Just like it did 20 years earlier.

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May 2004

On Prom night, you came out of your bedroom and Sy’s mouth dropped open. His eyes never strayed from your face as he murmured,

“You look amazing.”

You blushed and smiled while your mom ‘awwwed’ and went to get her camera. You approached your boyfriend and he took your hand to twirl you around as he appraised the rest of you in your sleek emerald green dress. When you faced him again, he was licking his lips, trying to make the look on his face respectable. You smiled because you could read his mind.

Sy didn’t flinch as your mom called him “Jacob,” and you didn’t have it in you to be annoyed as she took a couple of pictures. Sy’s hand on your waist and his thumb gently stroking the exposed skin at the opening on the side of your dress made you shiver in anticipation.

You were caught up.

Soon, Sy was loading your bag into the back of Betty, and pulling off, your mom having accepted your explanation of staying over Tiffani’s after going bowling with the group after the prom.

In reality, a bunch of the crew were renting a huge chalet in the mountains, 45 minutes away. You and Sy had your own room, and you were ready to give him everything that night. You were distracted, imagining having your way with him that night.

And Sy was right there with you.

“Y’know, Buttercup, we can just head on up to the chalet.”

He cut his eyes over to you to watch your reaction. When you didn’t answer and just bit your lip, that’s when he knew.

“Our suite has its own bathroom with a shower in it. We’re definitely using that this weekend. Can’t wait to see you all soapy and wet. ‘S all I could think about in the shower tonight. Almost jerked off to the image, but I decided to save it all for later…”

Sy knew you too well, and had keyed into how you responded when he talked dirty to you. He was priming the pump for later.

You pictured Sy in the shower, his lithe muscles clenched as he fisted himself, made you suddenly need a drink of water. You cleared your throat and found your voice.

“We have to go, Sy. I spent so much time getting ready. And you look so handsome in this tux….”

You skimmed your hand down his lapel, down his torso to his thigh, and you quickly ascertained his situation. He grinned at you.

“You’re right.”

Sy winked, smiled and concentrated on the road while you tried not to be a slut in the passenger seat. By the time you reached the venue, you had yourself under control. He parked, then turned toward you.

“Let’s have a good time tonight, Buttercup. Think you can keep your hands offa me for a couple of hours?”

You scoffed, and Sy took your hand and kissed the back of it, then turned it over and kissed your palm, smoothing the joke away because in reality, It was him who couldn’t help touching you.

“Don’t want to mess up your makeup right now… might ruin it later tho.”

You whimpered in his grip as he kissed up your arm and you tucked a long errant curl behind his ear.

Sy’s eyes went soft and he held your hands in your lap.

“Y’know, we don’t have to do anything tonight. We can dance all night if you want to. Bowl the blue balls away.”

You laughed and Sy fell in love even more. You were so beautiful.

“I love you, Buttercup, and us having sex or not won’t change that, not one bit.”

You melted as you stared at your handsome fella. He was fiddling with your hand, and then you felt something cold on your finger. You pulled your hand back and saw the delicate white gold ring with a tiny perfect diamond in the center that had been his grandmother’s.

You gasped.

“Sy!”

You looked from him to his grandmother’s ring. You’d come across it the first time you were over his house, ‘studying’ in his room on a chilly November night after football practice. You were being nosy and looking at everything you could touch as he went to get some snacks.

Sy was embarrassed when he came back and saw you with it. You thought he was mad at you for snooping, but he wasn’t. He’d told you that it was just a ‘tiny little ol’ ring, not worth anything,’ and that no one would want it, but that his Gran had left it for him to give to his future wife.

“But, I’ll propose to someone with a bigger ring than this.”

Sy’s denim blue eyes held yours for a beat. Your heart flipped. You didn’t know why, because you’d only been talking for a couple of weeks and this was the first time you were alone together.

You didn’t know that Sy was repeating something Becca had told him when she turned her nose up at the antique when she happened to see it, and you didn’t care as you took the black box and sat down on his bed. You stared at the ring inside like it was the crown jewels, and after about 5 minutes of studying it, you looked up at him.

“Well. I think this ring is beautiful and precious. The detail is stunning. Your future wife would be lucky to get it.”

That was exactly when Sy realized that he was in love with you.

Back in the Bronco outside of the prom, you were in disbelief.

“What are you doing Sy….?”

All of a sudden, you felt too young for this moment. But after only six short months together, Sy knew exactly what you were thinking.

“Calm down, Buttercup, this is just a promise ring.”

He kissed your hand again.

“I know we're jumpin' the gun, and we're both still young.”

Those eyes held you in a trance.

“But one day, we won't be.”

“Oh, Sy…”

“It’s my promise to you, Buttercup. I will love you ‘til the day I die.”

And it seemed kinda crazy. But you believed him.

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May 2024

I made it this far without cryin' a single tear An' I'd sure hate to break down here Oh, no

It was either the music, the dancing, or the alcohol, or all three that made your mind up, but you were ready to listen to what Sy had to say.

Stephanie Prince, the class president, was calling the Homecoming court up to the stage, and Sy looked that way. Anger bloomed again inside you.

Damnit, Sy needed to choose you this time.

“You still wanna talk, Sy?”

Your body language that screamed aggression: the cocked hip, the crossed arms that pushed up your tits, the tapping foot in those heels, all made Sy soft on the inside and hard on the outside for you. When he answered you, his voice broke.

“Ye– yeah.”

Christ, you had him weak. But he made a decision, found his strength, and grabbed your hand, pulling you out of the Marriott.

You followed him obediently, and that set him on fire. He stopped and turned around when he reached the Bronco.

But he didn’t let go of your hand.

You two stared at each other in the late spring night air, stars winking down on you two.

“So where we goin’, Sy?”

Being this close to him again, and the feeling of his touch made all those 20 year old pheromones perk up again. Damn, this man.

This huge, handsome, hairy man.

“Where do you wanna go, Buttercup?”

What your brain was doing was insane, so you just kept silent.

Becoming mute was one of your tells. Sy was elated that maybe you wanted him, at least physically. He was so thirsty for you.

“Hm.”

Sy grunted, straightened up, loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt, all while still holding your hand. It was like he didn’t want to let you go.

And he didn’t.

“Tell you what. Let’s take a spin in Betty. See what’s up in the ol’ town.”

Your eyes flicked toward the truck, and you knew it was dangerous.

But you were grown now.

And so was Sy.

Sy led you around to the passenger side door to help you up into the high profile vehicle, leaning over you to buckle you in, only releasing you to put his hand on the door.

“I can’t believe you still have her,” you whispered, indicating the Bronco. “How is she still the exact same condition?”

“She’s been in storage for the better part of 20 years. Thought about her everyday though.”

Sy was looking at your lips, and the memories came flooding back.

“I bet she missed you.”

Sy cocked his head and his tongue darted out to moisten his lips. His voice came out gruff and he had to clear his throat again.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, Sy.”

Any smooth line was lost as his brain short circuited with the concentration it took to not kiss you right now.

“Well, we’re about to have some fun together again, you, me, and Betty. Sit tight, pretty lady.”

Your cheeks heated at the compliment.

“Ok, Captain.”

Sy actually blushed, shook his head and closed the door, leaving you to breathe in the old leather smell of the Bronco with your eyes closed, conveniently leaving him to pump his fist behind the car unseen by you.

He got back in the car, jacket off. And he leaned near you to place it on the back seat, you got a whiff of him, the familiar cologne adding another dimension to your roiling senses.

When you opened your eyes, you witnessed him rolling his shirtsleeves up his forearms. He caught you ogling him and you gulped and crossed your own arms and legs, angling yourself to look out of the open window.

Sy looked over at you closing yourself off from him, then smashed the gas to make sure that you'd squeal and grab his arm like the good ol’ days as he peeled out of the parking lot, pedal so heavy like you were the two most wanted criminals in town.

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odysseyeurobeat · 3 days

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Literally just me gushing about eurobeat

Y'know what? Tumblr, you get a little treat. I don't have much better of a place to post something long-winded like this, so here we are.

I love eurobeat music. Big surprise from the girl with it in her handle, right? But I don't just love one kind of eurobeat. No, I'd go so far as to say I love it all. This genre becomes an absolute buffet of delightful, energetic, silly fun when you forget about trying to look for ways it "doesn't count", and try to look for the ways it does.

I love early eurobeat! I love the stuff that's indistinguishable from early Italo Disco, the formative things where the tempo was still low and the disco vibes were still high! That's Eurobeat and the first few volumes of Super Eurobeat are great for this!

I love later eurobeat, too! Even if some of the sounds aren't always my favorites, I love that folks were trying new things and dabbling with new sounds, experimenting in ways that in previous years seemed prohibited! Comparing some aliases who have been going for multiple decades from this period to when they started is also super fun!

I love traditional eurobeat, if I could pick a name for it! Faster, more rave-influenced, whether or not it's still got some disco elements in it, themes about nightclubs and love and loss and betrayal and that ever-ubiquitous fire! Maharajah Night has some great examples, leading into the bulk of pre-200 Super Eurobeat volumes!

I love J-Euro! It turns out, folks in Japan have different ideas and tastes and approach the genre VERY differently than the folks in Italy do, and I love how it sounds! I love how the sound design is so different and the speed jumps a little higher!

I love indie eurobeat! I love hearing how new and amateur producers take a crack at the sound, and seeing what folks do as the tools for making it grow and evolve! Even virtual versions of the synths the masters used to use are available now, and it's fantastic to hear how those things sound in new hands! I love the ways indie producers bend, break, and work around the rules of the genre and still deliver a uniquely "eurobeat" experience! Without this category, I would never have found DJ Command, DJ Bouche, Turbo, Vikas Beatbox, the Galaxian Recordings crew, and so, so many more!

I love happy eurobeat! The nature of the genre makes it so straightforward to pair its signature energy with joy, delight, empowerment!

I love sad eurobeat! That very same energy that powers joy and happiness can be just as powerful for driving home sorrow and sadness, and some lyrics even carry strong emotional weight (we're well past the days of eurobeat being only about Burning Love Car Baby Fire Desire Tonight Drift Tokyo, y'know)!

I love fandom eurobeat! Yup! Vocaloid, Touhou, MLP:FiM, Vtubers; whatever you may be a fan of, chances are good there's a eurobeat remix out there (or even an original) that suits your fancy!

I love Initial D eurobeat! How could I not, right? The classics are classics for a reason, and eurobeat and drift racing are a uniquely fantastic pair. Of all the things eurobeat could be about, it's one of a few that really knock it out of the park!

I love feminine eurobeat! Masculine eurobeat is great too, but it already gets a lot of love in the other categories, so I want to celebrate those eurobeat songs that feel quite the opposite while still being perfectly eurobeat! Eurobeat is broad enough to express feelings like this, too!

I love songs that aren't quite eurobeat, but have elements of it! And I love eurobeat songs that heavily include elements from other genres, too! Eurobeat is like any other genre-- it has not always had the same chances to rub shoulders with other sounds in the dance space, but when it does, some wonderful things happen! And the whole music world is enriched for that cross-pollenation!

I love the songs I used to dislike! To think I'd go from vastly disliking Norma Sheffield's discography, to adoring it so fully! Disliking "Higher Higher More and More" to seeking it out from time to time! Not being fond of SAIFAM/BBB's style, to knowing some of its songs by heart!

And most of all, I love that I get to MAKE this stuff for a living! I do not take the fact that this could've not worked out trivially, and I hope I've rewarded your patiences well with a lot of new favorites and starting points for diving deeper into the genre over the last... almost 20 years, now!

And that's just the tip of the iceberg! I understand some eurobeat isn't to everyone's taste, but I think if you haven't tasted all that there is out there, you owe it to yourself to see how you feel about it. You might be pleasantly surprised!

#eurobeat #initial d #odyssey eurobeat #eurobeat brony #ken blast #super eurobeat #rambles

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goldenpinof · 6 months

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honestly don't care if Troye never performs youth again as long as he keeps performing bite, ease, too good, dkla, talk me down and heaven

#dkla must sound amazing live. the music #wild ep has better songs than youth. like im sorry that's a fact #and tmd is just next level #i hope he comes to berlin so we all could have a party there 😭#also happy little pill? for the real ones please?#like he said that now he is much more comfortable and confident in songwriting #but blue neighbourhood has amazing lyrics. it's simpler but it hits just as hard if not harder #im sorry babes don't be so harsh on baby you #anyways blue neighbourhood rights! forever and always #troye sivan #forgot to say that blue is fucking surreal #it just throws you in another dimension

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thegetdownrebooter · 11 months

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t*yl*r sw*ft getting dragged every 5 business days... i used to pray for times like these.

#i'm sorry but i hate her so fucking bad #i must speak my truth #god her music is so mediocre and her performative activism actually fooling a generation of young girls is so pitiful #like... you have a bunch of sw*ft*es actually thinking she is some closeted lesbian... bffr #mind you she only started spewing her fake woke “gay rights” shit after she got cancelled in 2016 #like why are you shocked by her dating that awful man? surely her lame rebranding after reputation didn't fool you fr?#god... i miss 2016 #back when people realized she was a performative white feminist that only used feminism for her benefit #lmfaoo i remeber swifties trying to defend her about the private jet shit #i wonder if they will claim “misogyny” in response to her dating an edgelord neo nazi #at the end of the day she doesn't actually practice what she preaches like it's all part of her brand #and also she isn't secretaly dating karlie kloss or whatever #in fact karlie is married to a trump in-law like... the jokes write themselves #anyways if you wanna stand a white pop girl so bad ariana is right there #sabrina is also right there #britney is still standing #in fact britney's blackout album is better than anything she has ever released i can tell you that much #i know i will most likely get jumped by her racist cult fanbase but i must speak my truth #maybe i won't have to hear that stupid anti-hero song at the grocery store anymore

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neonsbian · 5 months

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listened to awaken the world and on my youth back to back and i am here to report that on my youth is in fact better

#wanna preface by saying that im not saying atw is not good. it is very good and i will always love that album #but omy is just sooooo good #kuns networking rlly paid off thank u for ur service king 🫡#also everyones voices improved so much they sound incredible #its crazy to say this but xiaojun sounds way better in this album than he did in atw and he sounded incredible in atw #ik a lot of ppl have issues w omy being the tt but i think its the right direction to take musically #it still has wayvs signature dramaticism but w some more emotional weight and its good to see that highlighted #also going from invincible to rodeo to moonlight was insane btw #also. no dozen #overall omy is aoty idccccc #vinnie talks

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mothram · 5 months

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#diana's music diary #good evening I don't have much to say... last night I completed all of the providence trials while having a 'Moment'#been very tired and sleeping a lot...... my head has been getting worse and more blurry and melty feeling.... nauseous too...#I feel better than I did but last night was definitely the worst I've had in some time as far as mood goes...#but I don't really want to get into those details and I'm too spacey to really think right now anyways...#just going to survive today I think... trying not to get freaked out by things right now... 🐭#let's try our best to make today a nice one once again!

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kelprot-old · 11 months

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going onto wikipedia to find stuff about albums im interested in is so hard because i have to fucking dodge all the review information because god forbid a bunch of people make a job out of viewing music critically

#i get why reviews exist. but also for albums n stuff they feel so pointless #YES some things may be inherently ''better'' than others but music as a whole feels like something people experience personally #a song i might think is incredible might be the worst thing someone has ever heard. and both can be right lol #idk it's like....food maybe. theres food reviews and stuff but i dont see the point of them if you know what you like #feels very much like someone just wanted to make a job out of nothing #music ANALYSIS is fine i dont have a problem with that. it's moreso the 5/5 stars or whatever system #though tbf i think i despise that thing in any medium it gets applied to. it's inherently just kinda reductive

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unproduciblesmackdown · 11 months

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the most recognized as comedic song being the best part of the movie musical because the conventions that serve as a mode of communicating ideas, for example "people just bursting into song" or "choreography" or "'noticeably stylized' cinematography" that accentuates nonliteral nonrealism-invoking choices, are regarded as Silly or Frivolous. and the effort to shove everything else that's more "serious" into what is expected to be read as dramatic cinema that's not stylized in any ways that seem too "Genre" which only makes [but someone's singing?] underwhelming and out of place because no other elements are supporting it

#that plenty of Thee Establishment most concerned w/the commercial angle of musical theatre is also like ''musicals? is silly''#or rather is forever defensive about this. all the musicals you know tonys will be comfortable with b/c they're gently ''edgily'' Serious..#that old deh interview where p&p are like ''haha eugh we're not writing MUSICAL numbers musical numbers X'D this is serious this is real''#deh as a living room play....like don't get me wrong. all Critiques / dunks on deh the stage musical even deh the movie...are not the same #all mine are better and wiser. but actually really for example like ''ben platt old?? he hair a joke??'' are criticisms i reject lol #wait a second does anyone in the Stage Musical ever do any more dancey choreography than they do in sincerely me....probably not #remembering the great times of that jared goldsmith interview where they were telling him to walk less dancily in ywbf lmao #taking some chassés across the stage....finally looked up if ''sashay'' is just a misheard + phonetic ''chassé'' & yes #anyways and just connect this all to the broader issue of Any ''genre(tm)'' understood as like. Unserious. style that is so unartistic....#insert joe iconis talking about it. basically that if some Noticed ''unusual'' style usage is taken seriously it's presumed ''self aware''#such that it may be like; parody of; commentary on; homage to whatever Conventions....#like is a movie too associated with women as creators or audiences? some style choices that might seem to have some odd effect or w/e is #then just like wow guess this isn't good enough to be an experience i can completely intellectually disengage with as viewer....#whereas if it's Not ''''gendered'''' so associated enough w/men as creators & audience (not much room for ''&/or'' there) then like #oh that perhaps somewhat awkward noticeable Style Usage? that was innovative; fresh; if it's funny it's ''clever'' rather than comedic #Don't Even Get Me Started on comedy also being an unserious ''easy'' too-Genre(tm) lesser style / way to communicate ideas #but i'm already started! it's right in the premise! ppl not even noting Sincerely Me has any material About anything b/c like #well it's Just Funny. jared & alana are Easy parts b/c they're so often Funny & set apart from the Serious Drama of parental angst #i actually haven't seen that many movie musicals but the ones unembarrased about themselves are superior #plus the idea of Worthy funny/noticeably styleized things as being Distinguishingly ''Self Aware''....the idea of Being Funny as either #being Unselfawarely the butt of the joke; or awarely deliberately Clever as what makes one superior to others; laughing At them surely #and i'm right back as well to what i was musing on re: the limits of billions' own language and in turn the limit of ideas if it cannot eve #express otherwise / beyond....that worthiness is awarded with this Dignity backed by the elements of the medium as tv's discretion #versus if someone's undeserving & unserious; or usually deserving/serious but is messing up & we want you to notice; then #they Will be beset with some humiliation; probably at least more proximate to being Laughed At; material may go out of its way to do this #another thing is that billions seems to have so little to no room for anyone having a capacity to be Silly #people Being Funny On Purpose is largely making references or pwning another character; both establishing competitive Worthiness #another shift from 5x08 onward like. rian truly able to humor herself is gone with her desk clutter #the fate of winston's =] ness is found in 6x01 when both quants are being funny until rian's funniness goes [abuse coworker] mode #that illustration that Hierarchy generates a Joke; at someone's expense. characters (& the writing?) Can't do otherwise to him or fathom it

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theimpossiblescheme · 1 year

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You know that little leitmotif from Les Contes d’Hoffmann that always heralds the arrival of that act’s villain? That’s what I imagine playing every time Foxfire decides to show up and torment Macavity.

#Thanks to Jemi's playlist for him I associate Macavity with a much harsher sound--closer to symphonic metal than musical theater.#But that little riff has just the right combination of darkness and playfulness that's perfect for his patron.#A better version would be the one that plays with Coppelius's entrance in Act One but I couldn't find a link to that. :P #cats the musical #OCs #my headcanons #the schemer speaks

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xian · 8 months

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been away from kpop social media for so long i forget how much i despise most of it

#in particular: the shortest memories + wanting to be the mean girl with hot takes soooo bad + hating anything new #+ complete absence of critical thinking skills + pretending to actually understand queer culture + being 'holier than thou'#did you know that every single time a new company announces a new group there will always be the flood of 'rip their old groups'#'pay attention to your existing groups!!!'#without fail since 2014 I have seen this firsthand #do y'all not realize that these are entertainment companies not parents foregoing birth control right #ofc they're gonna make new fucking groups #that's how business works?#and please give me empirical proof that they're 'mistreating' their older artists esp in the context where they're all just investments #and the nct takes omg #y'all hate cunty music sooooo much #everyone loves to hate sm so much like it's some sort of dysfunctional negligent parent #girl it's a company #one of the largest entertainment powers. actually has a good system of conceptual artistry. actual innovation #like i'm sorry one single modulation in a song will light your ass on fire #ppl are so concerned about songs being one single mood rather than an interesting journey #maybe that's my adhd talking but like normal song structures are so fuckin boring #e.g. compare exo's sweet lies vs like monsta x's nobody else #very similar vibes #but you know what makes sweet lies better #that fucking song structure. a good team of rnb producers. intricate vocals with good musicality #no hate to hyungwon ofc but nobody else is mostly vibes but sweet lies is INTERESTING.#also with riize lmaoooo #siren was so good? the rhythms and textures hello does anyone even care anyone #can't y'all let us have fun #did you see how much sauce they had #y'all realize musical records are more than just 'i need to be able to listen to this with earbuds while on a walk'#dancers djs and clubbers will beat your ass #y'all want riize to fail soooo bad

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charlesoberonn · 11 months

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Phineas and Ferb episode idea: After Candace shows her photos of all of her brothers’ creations, Linda thinks that her daughter is a talented graphic artist and signs her up for a competition. Candace is frustrated and about to tell her mom the truth but then Jeremy shows up and he’s like “Wow, Candace, I didn’t know you were a graphic designer. That’s so cool. Btw, my little sister is also gonna be at the graphic design competition.”

Long story short, Candace asks her brothers to help her become a graphic artist for real so she could beat Suzie.

Meanwhile, Doofenshmirtz has gotten tired of designing -Inators so he designed the Comes-Up-With-Inators-Inator to design them for him. The Inator’s creation are a hit among other Evil Scientists who buy them in droves. Doofenshmirtz is then signed by Vanessa to an Evil Contracption Designing competition (held in the same building at the same time as the graphic design competition, of course).

Desperate, he asks Perry the Platypus to help him get his mojo back so he could design -Inators again.

Cue musical montage of Doof and Candace training to learn/relearn their respective art form.

It’s the competition(s). Candace is a nervous wreck, but Jeremy believes in her. Doof is all self-assured and ego-boosted by everyone thinking he’ll win, but then he sees his Comes-Up-With-Inators-Inator (who looks like a robotic him) also signed up for the competition.

While getting ready for the competition, Perry is accidentally almost spotted by Phineas and Ferb. He sneaks behind the curtain to the behind the scenes. That’s when he discovers that the goal of the competition is to design a doomsday weapon. Nervous, he swaps the cards with those of the graphic design competition.

The competition begins. The graphic artists are assigned to design a doomsday weapon while the Evil Scientists are assigned to design a cool band poster.

The scientists are baffled, but they do their best. The Comes-Up-With-Inators-Inator is stuck because it’s physically incapable of drawing anything but Inators.

Meanwhile in the graphic design competition Candace does her best but her brain goes blank. Suzie meanwhile is trying to sabotage her by switching her card back with the card from the other tournament. Unfortunately it’s the card of the Comes-Up-With-Inators-Inator, who now goes to task designing a Doomsday weapon.

The competition is finished. Candace’s work is mediocre, but she wins by technicality for being the only one who drew the correct thing.

Meanwhile at the Evil Scientists competition, the scientists all drew terrible posters except Doof whose poster is beautiful. He’s about to be declared the winner but then the Comes-Up-With-Inators-Inator reveals what it’s been working on, a doomsday machine. Everyone panics, and Perry the Platypus tries to stop the machine, but fails. Then the machine ticks down to 0, and nothing happens.

Turns out the Comes-Up-With-Inators-Inator is terrible at coming up with machines. All of its Inators don’t work. Which unfortunately for Doof results in all of his previously happy customers showing up to complain because their Inators didn’t work either. He asks Perry to help him again, but Perry is already gone.

“There you are, Perry.” “Curse you, Perry the Platypus!”

Despite winning, Candace feels hollow because she only won by technicality and all of the other designers were much better than her. She feels like a fraud. But then Jeremy shows up and asks to buy the rights for her poster, because he thinks it’s really cool. Candace is happy.

The End.

#phineas and ferb #charles writes

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thatgirlie-diaries · 6 months

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How I get out of a slump

Hello girlies! Welcome to another blog of mine. This topic was very spontaneous for me to write about. I'm having a writers block since last week because I have been stuck in a rut, that's my reason bts. I'm going to tell you my personal tips to get out of this state and regain your consistency on a healthy lifestyle!

My tips

Journaling: You may do this step whenever you feel it's right, but I think it's important to be concious about why are you in a rut in the first place and what you can do for you to feel better and get back stronger. You may let yourself just dump and feelings or go to Pinterest and look out for prompts.

Tidy up my space & take a shower: I truly believe that our space is a reflection of our own mind, as so I think that I reflect my state in how much I take care of my appearance and hygiene. So, this is the first thing I do to step into a state in which I feel clean and calm and able to focus on my mind after taking care of my physical space. Take your time to cleanse yourself!

Listen to high vibe music: I know my ruts happen in first place because I am in a low vibrational state and with a negative mindset. Even if it's not your case, I reccomend you to listen to songs that motivates you and empowers you up to again make an effort for yourself , rather than listening to low mood lyrics.

Revisit your goals: it's time to think again about what are the things you want to accomplish. Ask yourself what do you need to get back on track: Are there any goals that don't align with you no more or you need to change to be accomplished? What are the habits or steps you need to take?

Take it slow: We are just getting out of a rut, so it has been hard for us this days to keep track on habits and goals, even to do simple things. Girl, take it easy and at your own peace, no one is chasing you and your wellness it's first before other matters. If you need to, break down your habits or steps into small ones. One of my favorite reminders is "something is better than nothing". Examples: You don't feel with the energy to clean your room? Use a timer of 10 minutes. Can't read? Just read one page. What matters is that you are making an effort to be in a better place.

Take care of your health: First things first. Related to other points of the blog, take care fo your health and then focus on heavier effort or alongside doing small but significant actions. Health is something we start neglecting when we are in a slump (alongside keeping our space clean, our goals & habits and our mind). Make sure you are sleeping well, having a healthy diet, doing exercise, take some sun, whatever you need to do to have a healthy body.

Be consistent!: Consistency will be an important point in this one. For me, the hardest thing is taking the decision to take the first steps, after it keep them on track until you feel better. Rather than seeing it as discipline, see it as devotion. Think that "you are being devoted in taking care of yourself and giving you the best present and future", it sounds lovely, isn't it?

Health + Clean space → Reflection → Revisit your goals → Take small steps →Consistency

Let's get out of this one together! 𑄽𑄺ྀ

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callmemickey · 8 months

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Cumming Home for Christmas

synopsis: Simon surprised you by being home 3 weeks early, which means you get to take him to your family’s Christmas get together! Unfortunately, Simon hasn’t had his fill of you… How thin do you think the walls are in the bathroom?

content: Afab, porn w a plot, smut (dirty talk, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, quickie, slightly public? maybe other stuff idk) fluff fluff fluff kind of angst if you squint real hard he just loves you sm my sweet Angel babey reader muah love u 2

word count: 3.7k

notes: Don’t ask me why I chose Christmas this is purely self-indulgent. Also, he’s a brunette going off of the comics, so I’m running with that thx!

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Warm Christmas lights, sparkling ciders and the expensive alcohol, the soft hum of cozy Christmas jazz on the speakers, family buzzing and soaking in each other’s presence - there was nothing else you could ask for. In this massive sea of black and red formal attire, your family, both close and extended, came together for an amazing holiday party at your grandparents’ estate.

Simon, who surprised you by coming home over three weeks early, has accompanied you as your plus one to the family’s holiday party. It made the event even better. Your family adored Simon to bits and pieces, constantly embarrassing you in front of him, begging to know when he wanted to start a family with you, your aunts drinking too much and asking him to take off his coat and flex. He dealt with the melting pot of clashing personalities better than you had ever imagined.

Simon expertly handled the socializing carefully and precisely. He preferred to be an observer in these bigger settings rather than to speak. He gave simple answers that were concise one liners, saving his social battery. So, to make up for it, he would escape to assist anybody needing aid. When dinner was ready, he assisted in the kitchen, making sure that everybody had their meals first, and was later caught cleaning the kitchen (much to your displeasure). He also helped light your grandfather’s cigar outside. The Parkinson’s has been making it difficult for him to light them on his own, and Simon even listened to an old war story.

It was unbelievable how much you loved this man.

Now, nieces and nephews weaved between adults and furniture, the fireplace burned hot and strong, people laughed and yelled happily over the gentle music, and the scent of baking pies and pastries wafted and filled the air. Your lovely military fiancé, overworked and tired on his break, did so well to deal with this. Of course, Simon, being an incredibly selfless person willing to compromise in any situation or scenario just to make you happy, said that it was alright when you invited him. “Nothing would make me happier,” he had said in a low, roughened voice - which was right before he buried his face between your legs.

But I digress.

Simon stood next to you as your uncle told you both in absolute monotony about his recent trip to Italy, “So beautiful. Your aunt Amelia and I want to get a vacation home there.” He finished, and you nodded awkwardly. “Sounds like you and aunt Millie had a great time, uncle Mike.” Your tone was dry while Simon nodded and hummed in response. He just wasn’t… very present.

Simon had his attention and focus set on pretty high at the beginning of the night, but he was able to relax a little bit since then, to let himself just be in the moment - or so the psychiatrist says he should. He was actively paying attention to the conversation, yes that is true, but the hand holding your waist began to… wander, a little bit. Slowly at first, but much faster now. With a hand that started on your shoulder in the beginning of the night, bit by bit lowered down your back, smoothing above the top of your ass and to your hip. Fingers pressing deep into the black velvet of your dress, Simon tried to keep you caged next to him. That didn’t matter though, because you would have done little to resist him.

You two shared a quick glance. His dark brown eyes were slightly glossed, his gaze a salaciousness that he always brings home. Ooh, it made you want to rub your thighs together just to feel something. You nodded again to your uncle Mike when he brought up something else that was equally boring. Simon, having a better idea and use for his time, suddenly seemed to have remembered something, “Apologies, Mike, but Y/N and I have to make an important phone call.” You looked up at him.

That brief look in his eye was so, so hungry. The greed brewed like a dark storm. You felt a hot chill race down your spine, your core began to burn. You acted as if you remembered the same ‘something’ as well. “Oh my god, I can’t believe we almost forgot!” You gasped in a low voice. His fingers squeezed your hip, making your chest slowly fall into shallow breaths as you could imagine him purring in your ear.

Good girl.

You two waved him off as you turned to leave the kitchen. Simon took the wine glass from your hand and placed it on the countertops as you two walked through the doorway. His hand pressed on your lower back, guiding you into the dark hallway. The armoire in the middle lit with warm candles that smelled of cinnamon and spiced apples, casting shadows that bounced and flickered across the walls. It helped light your way to the restroom, but it also kept you two enveloped in shadows to help hide whatever sins you were going to commit. Simon, without a word, opened the bathroom, and with nobody inside, he sweeped you in, locking the door behind you two.

The bathroom had warm string lights strung across the crown molding, and a window with fake candles sat high on the wall. The room was a little loud with the echoes, so you smacked the switch on the wall to turn the fan on, hoping to mask whatever sounds were going to flood the room.

Not even a second, in such a calculated move, Simon plucked his mask off and had your lips locked with his as he hoisted you onto the sink counter. All you could do in that flurry of movement was gasp, his hands gingerly holding your jaw as his mouth worked against yours. You wrapped your legs around his waist, sighing as you felt a hardened tent in his trousers press eagerly against your clothed cunt.

You ran your hands through his dark brown hair, a moan running from you into him as his hands gave your ass a harsh squeeze. He ground his hips into you, pulling a whimper from you as he pressed roughly against your thrumming clit. Simon broke from your mouth, kissing your neck as his fingers pushed up into your dress, grabbing your panties.

“Quiet - or they’ll hear us,” he whispered against your flesh. You panted with a nod as he slipped your panties off, tossing them onto the floor along with his jacket. Simon quickly unbuttoned his white sleeves, rolling them up to reveal his heavily veined forearms, his one arm tattooed with black. He expertly undid his belt, pulling his pants and underwear down slightly, his hardened cock springing free.

He kept kissing your neck, lightly sucking to tease but not enough to hickey or bruise. His fingers dipped into your embarrassingly wet sex, rubbing at your clit and folds before pushing two fingers into you. “Fuckin’ hell, Y/N, so wet already.” His voice was a growl against your neck, slowly pumping them, his fingers rubbing up against that spongy spot inside.

It caused you to mewl. Simon’s one hand jumped to cup your mouth shut, making you gasp. The movement threw you off balance, your upper back falling back to press against the mirror while grabbing onto his wrist for support. He continued to finger you and hold your mouth closed, your whimpers mumbled in his hand.

Just as quick as you just started grinding your hips, he pulled his fingers away. A disappointed moan left broken up between your mouth and his palm. Simon grabbed his cock and started to pump himself, lubricating it with your juices before rubbing against your clit. He moved his hand from your mouth down to your hip.

You whimpered, “Oh my god, Simon.” Your hips wriggled and bucked against the dizzying sensation. He chuckled, slowly pressing his cock into your hot, wet cunt. The familiar stretch made you hum in need. “You’re gonna tease me? On Christmas?” You whined, your legs once again wrapped around his hips, urging him to sink into you.

“Ahh, have you been a good girl, though?” He asked in a low rumble, his other hand grabbing the other hip, his prepared stance making your hole clench around his member. He had a half-lidded stare, swirling with a level of lust you couldn’t really see the end of - bottomless and ravenous. Simon towered over you.

“I’m always a good girl for you, Simon,” You cooed.

He slowly pushed in, making you inhale sharply as you stretched so wide to allow him to fit. You held your breath as he pushed his cock through. “I’m just teasing, love - I know you’ll always be my good girl,” he said with warmth in his voice.

His tip kissed your cervix as he nestled fully, deeply, completely. Your head rolled back on the mirror as a satisfied sigh escaped you, but Simon’s grip on your hips tightened intensely. You gasped as he began a fast pace, his hips slapping loudly against your thighs and echoing in the bathroom. It was almost too much. It gave you little time to prepare for his entering, but you settled nicely around him after a few more thrusts.

Simon wasn’t normally this fast. He loved to hit with hard strokes, but nothing typically of this pace. Fortunately, you weren’t one to complain. It was so goddamn good. You hate it when your fiancé is away, not knowing where he was for most of the time, but when he’s gone for so long and comes back? Fuck. It’s criminal how good the sex is. His impatience made it impeccable.

But you were desperate. You wanted to cry and moan and yell, to beg and pray for him to bring you to a higher plane of pleasure. Oh, God, you would do anything for it, anything for him. You grasped at his forearms, your nails digging into his flesh, leaving stinging crescent moon shaped imprints in their path. He groaned lightly at your sharp grip, a soft chuckle coming from him. “Oh, you like this?” He asked, and you nodded, biting your lower lip to keep anything but your gasps, pants, and squeaks from escaping.

“Touch yourself,” his voice wasn’t harsh, but it was a demand.

With one hand still on Simon’s arm, the other moved to your clit, and you began to rub in quick circles. Simon watched your face twist and change: your mouth hanging open as you panted, but occasionally closed to bite your lip so to stop yourself from moaning; eyes half-lidded, barely open, glazed, and painfully horny; back bowing and arching, your toes curling, body just at a loss at what it can handle. This was Simon’s favorite view in the world. It’s what he came home for. It’s what he fought for.

A moan tumbled from your mouth as you held on for dear life. “S-Simon!” You whined his name, the heat inside of you burning red hot, uncontrolled, and rampant.

“S’alright love,” his voice was soft, “you gonna cum?”

You nodded quickly, the fingers on your clit stuttering as you found your release fast approaching, his almost brutal pace not slowing in the slightest. “I’m gonna c- ah- cum, Simon!” You struggled not to say too loud. “Don't stop!”

“Come on, Y/N,” he ushered, “cum for me.” Simon knew how to drive you over the edge. His hand reached out, firmly but gently cupping over your mouth to keep your head in place - and to push back your lascivious sounds.

A moan found itself trapped, lodged in your throat as you fought with your whole might not to yell and cry out. Your orgasm ripped through and crashed over you like a tsunami. He had unraveled you.

Your back arched, and you couldn’t roll your head back. Your lashes flickered as you struggled to keep your eyes from crossing or rolling back to look at Simon while you came. The fingers you had on your clit stopped moving as you were paralyzed, but the grip you had on his forearm stayed strong, “Ahhh, fuckin’ look at you. That’s a good girl, cummin’ nice and pretty on my cock. You like that, yeah?” He groaned, hips putting in more power to drill into your tightened pussy, tears pricking at your eyes as the orgasm left your legs shaking around him.

Simon retracted his hand, grabbing back at your hip. You let out a quick, small cry as your free hand held back onto his forearm. “Y’alright, love?” He grunted, and you nodded furiously before he could stop, but he started slowing down. You didn’t want him too. “Need- I need you,” you gasped, “don’t stop, Simon.” You whimpered.

Oh, to be buried deep inside your pussy was all he could have ever hoped for upon coming home. Y/N, ever so kind and giving. Simon tightened his hands around your hips again and began the brutal pace as you struggled to keep silent.

That’s when you felt your body heating up again. Your sex thrummed with the building pleasure and excitement once more, causing you to moan while you held onto his wrists. A light sheen of sweat sat on your skin, your clothes sticking uncomfortably to your flesh.

Simon moaned softly with a smirk, your fucked out expression and legs lazily clinging onto his hips was such an amazing sight. The snapping of him against you had beat your pussy red, leaving it angrily aroused. “You gonna cum again? Yeah? Ahhh, thas my needy girl.” Desperate, tiny grunts popped out of you with each thrust, your pussy swallowing Simon deeply.

“Si-Simon! Gonna- c-cum!” You gasped out with each pump.

Your orgasm hit like a rapid flash of heat and pleasure. A squeal escaped you, and you quickly covered your mouth with your hand. Your eyelids fluttered as your eyes rolled back, legs around Simon’s waist tightened, your whole body trembled from his unrelenting pace. Your face was flushed red, eyes completely glazed and lost as your hair stuck to your face.

“Ah, f-fuck, so fuckin’ tight. So good - my girl is so good, God, cummin’ on my cock, just like that.” He growled, his hips slowly beginning to fall off rhythm while his orgasm began to creep up on him.

You moaned and begged, “Ah, Simon, nngh, I-I can’t- please cum!”

“Don’t you worry, g-gonna cum inside this pretty pussy,” Simon groaned, “gonna fill you up, yeah?”

You nodded furiously as your body screamed in overstimulation. “Please, I- ah! Too much, ah, you’re too much, Simon!” You cried out, your ever tightening cunt being stretched open, begging for his release.

“Y/N- Y/N, fuck!” He hissed as his hips slammed against you, tightly holding his cock against your cervix as if he was threatened to be ripped away. He groaned, emptying himself into you completely, his cock jerking and flexing harshly, making the veins on his shaft more pronounced. You whimpered, your cunt tensing around him as you felt hot waves shooting inside of you. He stayed for a moment while panting, his thighs shaking slightly, relishing in the feeling as oxytocin and dopamine flooded his brain. Simon pulled out, a throaty groan leaving you at the sudden emptiness, your legs letting go of him.

“Well… let’s hope nobody heard that.” Simon said in a low voice, pulling up his underwear and pants, buckling his belt and grabbing your panties for you. You slid off of the sink and inhaled sharply as your knees buckled. He immediately latched onto your arms, making sure you wouldn’t fall. “Fuckin’ hell, Y/N, y’alright?” He asked, slowly loosening his grip to make sure you were okay on your own.

“My legs, Simon. Jesus Christian Christ - I can’t stand.” You huffed, leaning against the sink, glowering at him as you took your panties from his hand, embarrassed.

He unrolled his sleeves, buttoning them. “You’re really gonna talk like that? On Jesus’ birthday?” He looked at you as he grabbed his jacket, shaking his head. “What would your nan say, hmm?” He feigned sincerity, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he swung the jacket on.

“Well, the jokes on you because Christmas isn’t even Jesus’ birthday.” You snapped back at him, slowly sliding your underwear on as your knees shook like a newborn giraffe. He tutted in disapproval as he moved up to you.

Simon’s body was close, his body radiating warmth. He wasn’t one for a lot of physical affection, which was alright, so when he took the time to be attentive to you… you always melted against him immediately. His finger lightly hooked under your chin and tilted your head up to look at him. Your body subconsciously gravitated towards him, like a moth seeing the moon for the very first time.

He leaned down, lips brushing so close to yours, your eyes still connected . “Fuck what day it really is - I just know I’m home.” Simon pushed in for a deep kiss, brimming with emotions, the kinds he couldn’t really say. As he pulled away, he couldn’t help but admire you.

The golden candlelight fluttered across his face. His tired but warm eyes studied you, as if seeing you for the first time, memorizing and mapping every freckle, wrinkle, and spot, because he’s scared that the moment he looks away, he’ll forget. He took in your flushed, messy appearance as if God himself sent down a heavenly body to give him a reason not just to fight, but to live; an angel on its mission as a guide, and he would willingly martyr himself on the ground at your feet if it meant he could just hear you say his name. Once.

Simon wanted to say these things, but he wouldn’t. He might never. But that’s alright, too. Not everyone is meant to love so boldly.

You cocked an eyebrow as he stared at you so intensely. “You okay there, Lieutenant?” You asked, a small smile on your lips.

He realized that, yes, it was alright that he didn’t say those things. Not because he didn’t want to, but because he didn’t have to - you just knew. Everyday he thought about how he didn’t deserve you. You, ever so loyal and strong. You’ve given him a purpose, motive, after all of these years - alone.

He often wondered what he had done to deserve having someone like you in his life. Someone who loved and cultivated, with hands of soft mercy, so tender and kind. A voice of validation, honesty, reason, all stemming from your unconditional love. If he had met you years ago, before the therapy and psychiatry helped, he would’ve let your fingers prick and bleed as you grasped at his thorns while he plucked you of your petals, leaving you broken and bare.

He didn’t deserve you.

Simon returned the smile, his voice soft, “Never better.” His hands moved to hold your waist as you two shared a few more kisses. “You know I like it when you call me that,” he hummed in between the lip locking.

You moaned gently and teasingly bit his bottom lip, your hands pressing against and gliding up his shirt. You kissed his jawline and sighed, “Is that so, Lieutenant Riley?”

He squeezed your waist in a warning. “Careful, love, we don’t have time for round two. Save it for tonight.” Your pussy purred just as Simon pulled away, picking up the mask from the sink and putting it back on in an attempt to obscure his identity.

You hummed, legs still a little shaken. “Well, I might need a minute to get my feet under me. You… okay with managing my family alone?” You asked hesitantly, eyes slightly squinting as if to flinch. He studied you for a moment, eyes glancing you up and down. It made you a little self-conscious, causing you to shift.

“Of course, Y/N,” his tone was reassuring, and subtly professional, “you sure you want me to leave you? Just say the word, love.”

Your body relaxed a little, and you nodded. “Yeah, I’ll be fine. I just need a minute.”

Simon faltered, if for a moment, before he gave you a soft squeeze on the arm, and left. You sighed, turning to lean onto the counter and fix your hair in the mirror. Your legs really were shaking, much to your surprise. Yes, yes, Simon makes you shake plenty, but he doesn’t always fuck that hard, if rarely. You couldn’t be more embarrassed. Sending your fiancé, who is not the biggest people-person, back to the wolves, but it’d be more embarrassing if you walked out there in your current state.

You fixed your dress and made sure you were able to stand properly again after a few minutes. Making sure your hair, makeup, and dress were all still together, you left the bathroom with caution. You quietly snuck down the hallway, back against the wall. You got to the doorway and peeked around the corner to peer into the party.

You don’t know how long you were in the bathroom for as the crowd surprisingly died down. Family members left for home, hotels, or whatever bedrooms your grandparents had available, so the end-of-the-night afterparty was intimate and calm. You inched into the room, eyes falling on Simon, who was outside with your grandfather, lighter in his hand.

You smiled gingerly as your mother called you over. “Sweetie, everybody loves Simon. I know he isn’t much of a talker, or a hugger, but he made a great impression.” Her voice was filled with warmth and happiness, and she spoke in a hushed tone. “He also listens to your grandfather’s stories, bless his heart.” She cooed. Your mother continued to speak, but her voice drowned out as you watched your future husband.

Simon stood at ease, with his hands held together and relaxed behind him as your grandfather engaged him in a story, puffing his cigar shakily as his hands trembled while he was animated. It was so calm and serene, watching him nod, the ghost of his jawline moving beneath the mask as he spoke. Your heart fluttered as Simon’s eyes flicked over and locked onto you, giving a little wink before turning his attention back to the present conversation.

Okay, you’re definitely sitting on his face tonight.

#simon riley x you #simon riley #simon riley smut #simon riley x reader #cod mw2 #cod mwii #simon ghost Riley #ghost x reader #ghost x you #ghost smut #ghost

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valeskafics · 1 month

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"Love Bites" - Alpha!Rafe Cameron x Omega!Reader

a/n: a request from @echos-muses for rafe x sarah's bff!reader. i added in a/b/o bc i'm a whore 🩷

Summary: Rafe is in for a pleasant surprise when you come back to the OBX for the Tanneyhill Halloween rager... Now an omega.

Word Count: 3,000

Rating: 18+, MDNI

TW: afab reader, she/her pronouns, profanity, innuendo, alcohol consumption, a/b/o dynamics, knotting, breeding kink, creampie, oral f receiving, fingering, overstim, pussy slapping, dom!rafe, innocence kink ig?, light choking hehe

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Outer Banks characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are never required but are immensely appreciated 🩷

There was always something about you that drew Rafe’s attention - Sarah’s sweet and unassuming best friend. While Sarah tended to be the life of the party, you were content to let her shine while you faded into the background, trying not to draw any attention to yourself. Rafe wonders how you’ve been able to fly under the radar for so long. After all, it’s no secret that you’re a knockout. He supposes it’s because you stay so quiet, like a little mouse, and keep to yourself for the most part. Hell, if you weren’t his little sister’s best friend, chances are he never would’ve even noticed you at school.

This makes it all the better for him, of course. No competition when it comes to you. He always figured he’d sow his wild oats, fuck his way through college, and then settle down with a nice girl like you. Sure, you’re not an omega, but presentation doesn’t mean everything, right? He can knot all the omegas he needs and satisfy his urges. And then? He can have you. His pretty little beta.

So, he puts you out of his mind as best as he can, focusing on the omegas who serve his immediate purposes. But, no matter how hard he tries to do that, you’re the face he imagines when he’s fucking them, wondering what sort of noises you’ll make, how your soft, warm body will feel under his own. He closes his eyes and tries to pretend they’re you, but the voice is never right, or the feel of their skin is off. It’s never right.

It’s a shame that you’re a beta, Rafe thinks that every day. A shy little thing like you would’ve made the perfect omega. God, he can see you right now, laying underneath him, taking his cock, begging him to fill you up with his knot, give you his pups. Rafe lets out a low groan, pulling out of the omega he was balls deep in, spilling himself on her back before abruptly dismissing her from his room. He grabs his phone to check his texts and is surprised to see a message from none other than his sister, asking him if he can keep an eye out for you at the party tonight just until she gets there since she’s running late.

Well, that works out for him perfectly, truth be told. The Tanneyhill parties can get a bit wild, so he doesn’t blame Sarah for wanting him to look out for you. After all, you’re the only person Rafe has ever shown genuine care toward other than Wheezie. Sarah always assumed it was brotherly affection, that he saw you as the least annoying of her friends. But it was so much more. Rafe comes across as your stereotypical alpha, but there’s more to him than that. That’s why he knows you’d be perfect for him.

Tonight, he’s finally going to make his move on you, his sweet little beta. You’re back from your fancy new college on the mainland - Brown, he believes, for the annual Tanneyhill Halloween rager. Sarah’s kept him apprised of your whereabouts so that he can look after you accordingly. Rafe can almost see you in his mind’s eye, sitting with Scarlet or one of the other girls near the pool as you always did at parties. He wonders what you’re dressing up as this year. Probably something low key as always. And he wonders If you look the same.

Guests start filling the mansion fairly quickly, music blaring, but Rafe is a man on a mission. He ignores Sophia, the latest omega he’s been fucking, letting her chatter on mindlessly while he waits for you to show up. She’s dressed as a cat, and honestly? He thinks her costume is ass.

As he stands there, trying to tune her out, eyes roaming over the sea of teens and twenty-somethings that have filled up his house dressed in their Halloween best, it hits him. A scent so sweet that it almost has his mouth watering. What the fuck is that? It’s an omega, but fuck, he’s never smelled this one before. That’s when he realizes who it is that’s just walked through the door.

You. Standing there in a little pink sundress, looking around nervously like a little lamb about to enter a wolf’s den. You’re even dressed for the part. A frilly red gingham dress and a crimson hood. Little Red Riding Hood. Is it just ironic that Rafe has dressed as a werewolf for Halloween or is it fate? He isn’t entirely sure himself. But God, your fucking scent. He can feel his entire body heat up at the sight of you, that innocent smile on your face as you greet some of your school friends, making your way to the kitchen to grab yourself a soda.

But this doesn’t make sense? You’re a beta… Why do you smell so fucking good? Why is his head spinning, his feet carrying him over to you before his brain can catch up? Why can he feel desire building in him, the likes of which he’s never felt before? Fuck, if this continues, his rut is going to start early, if it hasn’t already.

Rafe rests a hand on your shoulder, smirking to himself at the way you freeze at his touch. You slowly turn around, looking up at him, those innocent wide eyes of yours just as pretty as he remembers them.

“Oh, hi, Rafe,” you say in that gentle voice of yours, giving him a shy smile, “It’s good to see you.”

“You too good to give me a hug or something, little one?” Rafe teases, using the nickname he’s had for you for years now.

You quickly wrap your arms around his waist, giving him a hug. He wonders if you notice the way he buries his face in the crook of your neck, scenting you. Fuck, you’re like… Vanilla and spun sugar and honey… You’ve gotta be about to go into heat. Your scent is so fucking strong. It’s almost cloying, but not quite. It’s just sweet enough to drive him insane, to make him wonder if his presence is making the slick pool between your thighs under what is no doubt a flimsy pair of panties that match with that slutty little costume. He’s never seen you dressed like this.

“Sarah pick your costume?”

You nod, glancing around a bit nervously, “Yeah, she said I could only go as Lucy so many times before it became sad.”

He chuckles, moving his hands to rest on your waist. He can sense your surprise, practically hear the way your heart begins to pound, blood pumping through your veins. He’s never been this physical with you. He’s always kept a safe distance. Except he can’t anymore.

“How long since you presented? It happen when you were at Brown?”

You nod slowly, taking a sip of your drink, avoiding his gaze, “Uh huh. My mom had to fly up. It was a really late presentation so they did some tests at the hospital and stuff, but everything’s normal I guess.”

Rafe nods, giving your waist a gentle comforting squeeze, making you gasp softly, “Damn, bet it freaked you out pretty bad, huh?”

“Kinda,” you admit, “But luckily I’ve got really good suppressants and stuff. Like, my heat’s pretty close but I don’t think anyone can tell.”

Rafe can tell. God, he can tell. And judging by the gaze of some of the other alphas at the party, they can tell too. He lets out a quiet laugh, leaning in to whisper in your ear.

“I don’t think so, sweetheart. I picked up your scent the minute you walked in.”

Your eyes go wide and you clap your hand over your mouth, “Shit…”

The innocence in your expression so tantalizing he almost wants to reach out and take it from you, claim you in front of everyone at this fucking party, dig his teeth into your claiming gland and show them all you belong to him. But, he resists. He’s got to play this right if he wants to keep you. He pulls back to brush your hair off your face, a teasing grin playing on his lips at your frantic rambling that you need to go home but don’t have a ride. You look so adorably helpless without your friend to protect you.

“Why don’t you come up to my room, huh? We can wait till Sarah gets here and then she’ll be able to take you home.”

“But you’ll miss the party…” You trail off, looking at him concerned, “I don’t wanna ruin your night, Rafe-”

“You won’t, little ‘mega,” he smirks, taking your hand in his own, reveling in the feeling of your smooth palm against his, “Let’s get upstairs before one of these big bad wolves tries to hunt you down, Little Red.”

You giggle at his stupid joke, giving him a burst of confidence as you follow after him. He can feel the jealous stares of his fellow alphas, the omegas annoyed that you’ve managed to capture his attention. You’re easily the tastiest little thing at this party and Rafe has every intention of eating you right up.

“You wanna take that little hood off?” He teases, watching as you look around his bedroom curiously, the way you startle when the door shuts making him want to tease you even more, “Don’t be afraid, little ‘mega. Not gonna hurt you.”

You give him a hesitant smile and do as he says, removing the hood, folding it and placing it neatly at the foot of his bed. You sit down, your body going stiff as he moves to sit beside you, his thigh pressed flush against yours. Rafe can smell your arousal, the slick pooling between your thighs as you press them together desperately. He rests a hand on your thigh, just above where the stockings you wear, squeezing your flesh. The little whimper you let out is enough to set him off. He leans in close again, his nose trailing along your neck as he inhales your scent.

“You smell so good, ‘mega, you know that?” Rafe murmurs, nipping at your throat. He pins you down to the bed, letting out a low groan as you part your legs to accommodate him, your body so soft and pliant beneath his, “You know I want you, don’t you? Even when I thought you were a beta, I wanted you. And now, you come back. My little ‘mega. Did your heat kick in when you saw me, baby?”

You let out a soft gasp as you feel his fingers rubbing at you over the fabric of your lacy panties. Your teeth sink into your lower lip, eyes scrunching shut as you buck your hips up against him, the heel of his hand rubbing against your swollen clit. Rafe watches you, nearly salivating at the way your face twists in pleasure, the scent of your heat pervading the room as he pushes your panties aside and eases two fingers inside you. You’re so fucking tight, so wet… Rafe doesn’t think he’s ever been this hard in his life as he begins fucking you with his fingers, watching the way you writhe against him, the way you moan and whine and lean into his touch.

“Is this your first heat, little one?” You nod wordlessly, squirming as he moves his fingers faster and faster, holding your hips in place with his free hand, grinning at the sight of you, hair splayed out against his pillow as he continues, “Don’t worry. I’ll help you through it, ‘mega. Through this one and every one after. You want your alpha’s help, don’t you?”

“My… My alpha?” You repeat breathlessly, letting out a cry as he rubs against your sweet spot.

Rafe moves his fingers faster and faster, watching your tits strain against the fabric of your costume as you breathe heavily, soaking his fingers with your slick, a grin spreading across his face as you practically scream his name. You stare up at him as he licks his fingers clean, your lips parted in awe, eyes hazy with lust.

“Yes, little one. I’m your alpha. And you’re my omega.” Rafe wastes no time moving to sit on his haunches between your legs, fingers hooking into the waistband of your lace panties, tugging them off with an eagerness that surprises even him. He brings them to his nose, inhaling the scent of your arousal, letting out a low groan. Rafe can tell you’re enjoying it, the way your eyes go wide at his actions, his tongue darting out to taste your panties before he shoves them in his pocket, “Taste so fuckin’ sweet, little one. You gonna let me taste that pretty little pussy?” He snickers when you just lay there, your mouth agape, yelping when he lands a slap on your core, “Well? Use your words, ‘mega. Tell your alpha you want him to taste you.”

“Please, alpha…” You manage to whisper, “Want you to taste me…”

He doesn’t hesitate, dragging his tongue along your slit lazily, never once breaking eye contact with you. Rafe’s gaze holds you captive as he starts drawing lazy circles around your clit, the feeling almost too much for you to bear. In spite of wanting more, you feel your thighs moving together, your back arching up as you squirm away from him. But your alpha isn’t having that. Rafe lets out a low snarl, his grip on your thighs bruising as he pulls you back toward him, burying his tongue inside you, making the lewdest, most obnoxious slurping noises as he laps at your slick folds, eyes still trained on you. Your heels dig into his back as he mouths at you, nuzzling his nose against your clit, working his tongue against you over and over and over.

It doesn’t take long for you to lose yourself, soaking his tongue with your slick, but he just keeps going. He’s had a taste and now he’s addicted to you. So no matter how you squirm or struggle or whine his name, saying that his tongue feels too rough against your overstimulated pussy, he doesn’t care. His mouth moves against you like a man starved, fingers digging into the meat of your thighs as he keeps licking at you, alternating between long lazy strokes against your cunt and suckling at your pearl. Tears fall from your eyes from how good he’s making you feel, losing yourself as he brings you to your peak once, twice, three times more.

“Need to get you ready to take my knot, ‘mega,” he murmurs, nipping at your inner thigh, “So lay back and take it like a good little girl.”

“Yes, alpha…”

You watch as he moves to sit on his knees, hands quickly undoing his jeans, tugging his torn tee shirt over his head. Rafe knows he did the absolute minimum with his costume, grabbing the two little wolf ears and getting ready to toss them aside. But then, you rest a hand over his, shaking your head.

“Can you keep them on? I…” You shy away under his gaze, giggling slightly, “It’s like… Little Red and the Big Bad Wolf…”

A wicked smile curls on his lips as he nods, leaving them in place. He tugs at his cock, pushing inside you with one quick thrust. You let out a choked gasp, your pussy squeezing around him so tight. He goes into his rut immediately, his mind taken over solely by the thought of claiming you, giving you his knot, filling you up with his cum, watching it leak out of your swollen pussy. Your legs wrap around his waist as his hips piston against yours, his fat cock splitting you open, your lips parted as you mewl his name.

“That’s right, ‘mega, tell me how good your alpha’s making you feel,” he taunts, one hand pinching at your clit, making you squeal, while the other tugs the top of your costume down just enough to free your tits, his eyes going wide with delight as he watches them bounce.

“You, alpha,” you babble mindlessly, “Want your knot, want you to cum inside me, wanna have your pups, oh God…”

“Pussy’s so tight, ‘mega,” Rafe groans, his balls slapping against you, rubbing his fingers against your clit, smacking at it, making you scream his name, “Come for me, little one, come on. I know you can.”

You cry out, spilling yourself on his cock, but he just fucks you through it. His knees rest on either side of your hips now, your legs dangling over his shoulders as he fucks you harder and deeper than before, his mouth meeting yours in a hungry kiss. He devours you completely, his cock hitting that spot deep inside you, his hand wrapped around your throat. Rafe glances downward, smirking slightly at the sight of his cock bulging against your stomach and presses down, making you whine as you reach your peak yet again. His knot fills you and he spills himself inside you with a growl of your name, the two of you falling back against the bed, utterly sated.

“Can I…” Rafe trails off, his hand brushing the hair that’s matted to your forehead away, kissing you gently, “Give you my bite?”

You nod, letting out a breathless whisper, “Please…”

And he does, bonding you to him forever, the feeling of his tongue soothing the bite mark making you whine as you return his bite with one of your own. The two of you cling to each other, waiting for his knot to deflate, the noise from the party still echoing through the hall. But neither of you care. You’re too busy basking in the afterglow of your shared pleasure.

And when Sarah walks in on the two of you? She can’t even be angry because she’s never seen you so happy.

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