#BUT I still wanted you to have somethingggg

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"if you want me I'm here" ♡ ~ happy birthday @mdverse!

[mywritersmind]

girl i need something - comfort, fluff whatever about that race yesterday with lando, my heart needs somethingggg thank you <3

HOME SWEET - LN4

listen up : comfort!!!!!! thanks for the request i think we all needed this.

word count : 643

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As soon as I hear the dropping of bags by the front door, I jump up and run to him.

“Lan!” I scream. He catches me in his arms, my feet hovering over the floor as his arms go around my waist. His breath on my skin only excites me, his head resting on my chest as I mumble into his hair, “I missed you.”

He shakes his head, setting me down softly but not letting go, “You have no clue how happy I am to be back.” His hands go to my face, holding me as if I'm about to run away.

I take his hand from my face, smiling up at him. This whole weekend has been hell. I watched his every move on TV, had every alert on for his texts, and sat in my bed on the phone with him as he vented.

I take him to the couch, he lays down and I promptly climb next to him, nestling close to my boyfriend. His eyes are closed when I run my hand up and down his arm.

“Wanna talk about it?” It. It as is every death threat, comment, or video that’s been sent to him. It as in the media. It as in the race.

“No. I want to talk about you.” He turns to me slightly, kissing my head as his hand runs through my hair, “Weren’t too worried?”

I scoff, “You know me. I’m always worried.” This looks like it hurt him. His face morphs into a frown, “But I'm proud of you. And I definitely wasn’t screaming and running around the apartment so if we receive a noise complaint, it’s all a lie.”

He finally cracks a smile, “I love you.” he whispers as I press a kiss to his lips, soft and sweet.

“You’re everything to me.” I whisper back, even though it’s just the two of us, “I just hate seeing you sad.”

He breathes out, “I’m never sad with you.” He pouts a bit, not meeting my eyes and playing with my hair. I sigh because I know that’s not true, but my job isn’t to bring him down more.

I push my face into his hoodie, he smells like cologne and the airport, “I made you cookies.”

I can practically hear the smile in his voice, “So that’s what that smell is.” I giggle, standing up as he follows.

We stand in the kitchen with a shared glass of milk and twenty mini cookies, “No offense love… but this is the best thing you’ve ever made.” I laugh, trying not to choke on the chocolate in my mouth.

“I’m not that bad of a cook!” I slap his chest teasingly even though I know I am.

He gives me a little smirk, shoving another cookie into his mouth as I scoff, “You said you love my pasta!”

He’s laughing with me now, “Yeah- the buttered noodles!” I roll my eyes, attempting to walk away before he corners me.

He’s smiling still, it makes me smile. Lando’s hands on my hips hold me still. “I love you.” he presses a kiss onto my neck, “And your cookies. And your pasta. And your shit food.” I'm giggling as he covers me in kisses.

I try to move back but am intercepted by he countertop, he’s tickling me and knowingly making me laugh and squirm. He slows down, meeting my eyes.

“I love you too.” I say, my hands on his arms, “You and your pickiness.” He scoffs then, laughing and leaning in to kiss my lips.

He’s warm and comforting, just like my magical cookies that seemed to heal him. When his lips leave mine, his head drops to my shoulder; his curls brushing against my neck as he leaves a soft kiss onto my shoulder.

[bunnisari]

❥MONDAY — c. springer

seven days a week.

PAIRINGS ✩ — plug!connie x fem!black!reader

WARNINGS ✩ — both are under influence, spitting, usage of 🍃, hair pulling if you squint, fuck idk i suck at warnings just smut at the end leave me alone i can’t deal rn + i’ll come back to edit

CONNIE has been unfocused more than usual. He has high energy usually and is bouncing from task to task but today, he can’t seem to grasp reality.

“Bro is you good?” Onyankopon says in between a laugh. He had been calling Connie’s name for about a minute. Connie looked up from the counter, multiple packs of weed sitting on the counter. Ony was looking back from his spot on the cream colored couch, his dark green tracksuit making him stand out.

“…Yeah” Connie nodded his head at him, continuing to place weed on a scale. “Yeah ight…i’ve been calling your name” Ony walks around to the kitchen island. “Well I didn’t hear you” Connie snaps back at him.

Ony smacks his teeth, bucking at Connie. “Yo sassy ass be around Sasha too much”. Connie shook his head. “You remember that one drop we did at Marco’s yesterday….” Connie suddenly brings up.

Ony looks up, thinking back to the previous day. The party was big, he gave a couple college girls a 3.5 then left by himself. “Yeah…why?” Ony asked in confusion, now wondering if something happened to make him bring it up. Ony and Connie were like brothers, they had committed to this game together. They protected each other all the time.

“Do you remember seeing Sasha with a girl wearing pink beside her?” Connie specifies, thinking back to his first time spotting you.

“Yeah you talking about Y/N?” Connie nods his head, Y/N

“What about her?”

“Nothing, jus asking” Connie lies to Ony. There was something. Connie’s mind had been suffocated by the thought of you. He remembers how you smiled at everyone Sasha introduced you to. He also remembered how you looked up into his eyes, yours red and low.

He told you his name and you told him his– atleast he thought you did. The music was playing so loud he didn’t hear you. But that was the last thing he was worried about, he was focused on the way you were staring him down.

Since he woke up this morning he’s been thinking about the mystery girl who sucked the soul out of him. The mystery girl who’s pussy was the wettest and warmest he’s ever been in.

He cried everytime he came that night, that’s never happened before. He hoped you didn’t notice, not wanting to creep you out. He also wondered if you enjoyed it as much as he did, and if you were thinking about this particular hookup all day as well.

He’s never felt anything like you before. You had to be a crystal bitch or somethingggg like pussy putting spells onna nigga🫃🫃

He just hopes he can meet you again, for a proper introduction.

❥

You sip on your Starbucks Frappuccino, two small Tiffany and Co. bags in your other hand. You were walking down a shopping outlet, deciding to spend your free time shopping. For the past couple of days, you’ve been straight partying. The most recent one was a bit memorable though. You were pretty cross faded and had some of the best sex in your life. You couldn’t exactly remember who it was with though. He was wearing light blue and white, you can accurately remember. Tattoos all over and he smelled amazing. But his name?…..can’t exactly remember that one. You just brushed it off though, maybe he’ll come around again but you weren’t worried.

Your phone started to vibrate in your back pocket. You grabbed it before reading the contact name, ‘Sash🫶🏾🤍’

You pressed the green icon, Sasha’s face appearing on the screen. “You gotta come to this kickback” She says before you can speak.

“Girlll, i’ve been out for days. I think I still have a hangover” You whined, looking up at the Coach sign before walking in. “Well it’s not like an actual kickback. Jean is just throwing a get together,” You sighed, looking down at Sasha as she was munching on some chips. “Pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!! It’s gonna be like fifty people max” She pleaded, bringing her face super close to the camera.

“Okay fineee,” You groan, sipping the last of your Frappuccino. “What’s the dress code?”

“Mmmm… sexy casual” Sasha nodded her head. “Kk, I’m gonna finish up shopping babe. Send me the addy” You said your goodbyes before hanging up.

❥

Connie laid back on Jean’s couch manspreading. He had a blunt in one hand, the other resting on the couch. He had no tasks for the rest of the day and decided on stopping by Jean’s, a mutual friend.

His eyes were already red and low, he could start to feel his munchies kick in. He smoked the last of the roach before putting it out. There’s a good amount of people here. Maybe about 30 or 40.

Some people smoking hookah in the corner, some outside just chatting. The vibe was calmer than what the house parties he usually attends are.

“Ay Con!” Connie looks back from his spot on the couch. “Come take a shot!” Eren called him over,holding up a shot glass. Connie wasn’t much of a drinker but did every once in a while. It simply wasn’t for him. Standing up and walking over to the island, he hears a familiar voice speaking from the door.

“Wowwww shots without us?!” Sasha walks over from the door, you trailing behind her. Connie can feel his heartbeat pick up. It’s you. Your now standing infront of him, looking 10x more stunning.

“Y’all remember Y/N” Sasha gestured to you while snatching the bottle from Eren.

“Hey” You flashed a smile that made Connie jr harden just a bit. Your eyes wandered around the room. Not too many people, but enough for you to have to raise your voice a little if you’re trying to have a conversation.

Your eyes stopped on a pair that were only staring right back at you. You could feel your breath hitch. Holy shit no way

❥

The night has been filled with pure tension. Sexual tension at that. You’ve come to find out that ,mystery boy with a huge dick, name is actually Connie. The entire night he’s had his eyes on you, both of you keeping eye contact. A part of you kept wanting to look back from your spot on the couch. You’d only immediately find his eyes. It was as if you were silently conversing. You both wanted more of eachother, but how do you approach your “one” night stand asking for just another round.

“Imma go get a refill” You say to Jean, passing him the hookah. He nodded before continuing to converse with Sasha.

You walked into the kitchen, holding your red cup in one hand. Much to your surprise, Connie was the only one in the kitchen. He was sitting on the counter, his head down and all his attention focused on the blunt he was currently rolling.

You walk over to where all the bottles were, Connie’s head immediately lifting as he gets a whiff of sweet perfume. You smile to yourself when you feel his stare on you. You pour a little hennessy in your cup before turning around.

Connie’s looking at you with his eyes low and redder than before. You keep eye contact with him as you sip from your cup. Your gloss staining your cup.

Connie watches you closely, focusing on every single detail about you. He’s wondering what makes you so different from any other girl he’s been with.

“Why aren’t you with everyone else?” You decide to speak first, breaking the ice. Connie can feel his dick twitch at the sound of your voice, a slight rasp from the burning of the alcohol.

Your thighs clench together as you watch Connie lick his lips. “Shit…..guess I was waiting for you to come to me.” His voice coming out low and deep.

The tension in the kitchen is so high right now, even Ony who’s sitting on the couch can feel it.

A lazy smile breaks out on your face, Connie’s too as he licks the blunt. His eyes never look away from yours, dragging his tongue across the wood. You can even see his tongue piercing that was deep in your pus-

“Mhmm, well i’m here now so…” You trail off, walking a bit closer to him. You can smell his cologne from where you stand. Your intoxication was making this no better for you, as well as the PartyNextDoor that’s playing in the background.

You watch as Connie lights his blunt. He brings it to his lips before puffing twice, just to make sure it’s lit. He sucks in a breath before blowing the smoke out. He reaches his hands out, holding out the blunt to you.

You hesitate before moving closer, taking it from him. You reach for a napkin to wipe your lipgloss off but Connie only grabs your wrist. “You don’t have too, i’m okay with it”

“Oh…okay” You bring the blunt up to your lips, the smoke immediately making you cough. “God damn, strong ass…” You can’t finish your sentence through a fit of coughs. Connie lightly laughs as he reaches to grab an unopened water bottle on the counter.

You could already feel like you were baked off of just one hit, your eyes looking a little sleepy. “I’m already high what the fuck…” You blinked up at Connie.

“I guess i’m just used to it” He hits it again. “You’re literally smoking the devils lettuce. That shit came straight from hell” You take a gulp of water.

Connie could tell you were a lot less tense. For some reason you trusted him like a lot… even though you’ve never had a full conversation with him.

“I enjoyed last night a lot” You lean against the counter, head tilting. You know that you’re being bold all of a sudden but fuck, this man was too fine.

Behind his faux chill demeanor, Connie was freaking out. He wanted to feel you again. He never wanted you to stop talking and he could look at you for hours.

“Yeah, me too” He’s fighting his anxiety, trying not to seem to excited to be talking to you. He was praying, even crossing his toes that he would be able to get another look at your naked body.

You bit on your lower lip, contemplating on whether or not you should keep making the moves.

“I’m gonna…go to the bathroom” You trail off, not giving Connie another word before walking off with your cup.

Connie almost jumps off the counter, fighting the urge to throw his rolling tray to the side and follow you right to the bathroom. He wanted you to keep talking to him. Connie watched you walk up the stairs, he couldn’t miss this opportunity.

❥

“Fuck, talk to me mama” Connie breathes into your ear, your hair roughly tangled around his fist. You can feel him in your stomach, punching your cervix over and over.

“Ah-mmph..I can’t” Your hands hold onto the sink, grasping it harder than you can grasp reality.

Connie feels a bit bad that he wishes he didn’t have on a condom right now, wanting to feel you raw.

“Yes you can, you are now —fuck— aren’t ya?” Connie taunts you, his hand reaching down to rub your clit. “I don’t want p-people to hear” Your head rests on Connie’s shoulder.

“Why not? Don’t want anyone to know how much of a slut you are?” Your eyebrows furrow, you were pretty sure you saw tears falling down Connie’s eyes the first time you hooked up. You clenched around him purposely, earning a whine from him.

“Oh i’m a slut?” You lifted your head back up to look at him in the mirror. You used Connie’s vulnerable state to push him off of you, giving him no time to be confused before you drop to your knees.

“What the– fuck” Connie groans out. You watch as this grown man literally slaps his hand over his mouth. Your tongue runs up his cock, licking up all your wetness. You rise up, peeling Connie’s hand off of his mouth. He watched you intently. You squished his cheeks together before spitting your wetness in his mouth.

A part of you feels really really slutty. No man has really made you feel like this. Yeah sure you wanted him but you wanted him to chase after you, not the other way around.

You watch Connie swallow with no hesitation. “You’re cool and all Connie, but I don’t even know you. It’ll take a little more than a blunt.” You watch Connie’s mouth open agape.

He was very very confused. He thought you wanted him just as bad as he wanted you. You let him eat you out before letting him put his dick inside you. Then you suddenly stop him? What the fuck-

“Just letting you know, i’m a bit expensive” You fix your clothes and hair in the mirror.

“Bye Connie” You sweetly say, before exiting the bathroom, leaving Connie with a rock hard erection.

“Fuck i’m too high for this” Connie face palms himself. No way he just let a girl edge him.

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[faithst]

idk if u do like .. quick little cutie drabbles but omg have you seen all of matthews rizz videos omg ??? HES SO ADORABLEEE😭 AND THE HASHTAGS HE PUTS “#i’mnotputtingthephonedown” AND THEN THERES JUST SO MANY CLIPS OF HIS RIZZ JOKES.

ok um point is, matthew trying to use his super cool super good super awesome rizz on you but gets sad when it doesn’t work😔 im not very elaborate but do what you wanna !!! IVE JUST BEEN SEARCHING FOR A WRITER FOR DAYS AND I LIKE UR WRITING SO !!!

also meant to ask abt becoming an anon .. idk if you do that either but lmk !! if you do can I be 🍀 ?!?!?! THANK UUU💗

LMAO PLS YEAH I’VE SEEN THE TIKTOKS

i get second-hand embarrassment sometimes and be like ‘ok scroll and pretend nothing happened.’ AND YES YOU MAY BE 🍀 ANON !! i hope this is what you meant by cute lil’ drabbles 🫶

matthew would have his phone out ready to play some sick music after he drops the bomb on you

“if i could rearrange the alphabet, i would put ‘u’ and ‘i’ together, aha ha.” *sticker by nct 127 starts playing*

and then you stare at him for a good minute as he poses throughout the music

he’s lipbiting and swiping his hair back and stuff 😭😭

it doesn’t matter the time or location, he will take any opportunity he gets

he has pickup lines picked out for the next day and he even practices on his friends first

he gets suuuuper pouty when you don’t react because he put real effort into damaging his dignity for you

“say somethingggg.” literally will whine all day if you don’t give him the reaction he wants

might post them on his own priv tiktok and makes it a series like ‘rizzing up my partner day 508’

and in every video, you’re there with your hand covering your face in embarrassment

but you still find him cute in all his efforts!!

[ithinkabouttzu]

Boy Next door || Pt. 1

A Choi Beomgyu Fic

Word count: 2.1k

Summary: y/n has been neighbors with an insufferable boy, Beomgyu for quite some time. When one day he wakes her up to an offer of a lifetime. A fake relationship with him, in return to get back at her ex and his fling.

Warnings: Fake relationships, beaten windows, an obnoxious Beomgyu, ex bestfriends & boyfriends, a hint of betrayal, Jake Sim is your ex lol.

{pairing: Beomgyu x Female oc}

Being woken up peacefully was one thing, but waking up to a banging on your window was a whole other level of evil.

You groan lightly at the noise, wishing for a couple more seconds of sleep. There could only be one person who would bang on someone’s poor window at 9 o’clock in the morning. The one and only, Beomgyu.

‘’C’mon y/n I got to ask you somethingggg”

“Y/nnnn”

You hear the whining voice continue from the outside of your house. You groan for a second time, throwing your head face first back into your pillow.

“Beomgyu” You say to yourself with a small sigh, sitting up slightly, preparing yourself to go ahead and see what he needs. In Beomgyu’s world, this was a formal way of saying he needed you in some way. A simple text would work just find too, but no.

Beomgyu’s main line of communication was throwing rocks at the second story window of your room with loud yelling and screaming til’ you woke up. Thank God for the bush separating him and the window. If that poor bush wasn’t there, Gyu would probably try to climb in your window, then you would have actually tried to kill him.

You slowly raise yourself up in a full sitting position while shifting your aching body to the side of your bed, swinging your legs over so they could finally touch ground.

This was something that has been going on for years now.

He moved in to the house next door to yours in the 7th grade. Your parents decided it would be a great idea to welcome the new neighbors, the Choi family into the neighborhood by inviting them over to dinner. Your two families clicked then almost immediately.

At that same dinner is when you realized that Mr. and Mrs Choi’s son, Beomgyu was the same age and grade as you. Ever since that one dinner at your house, you guys had become good friends, not exactly bestfriends, but close enough to where you could talk to each other when you guys needed it.

He was spunky, and fun, and he brought out this rebellious side of you that you didn’t even know you had. It was also refreshing being friends with someone who went to a different school as you.

The only problem was, every time he wanted to hangout, needed to ask you a question, or just needed someone to talk to, he would bang on your window, and at unusual hours at that. Whether it was 7 in the morning or 10 at night, if he needed you, that’s just what he did.

Your family definitely took notice to this over time, sometimes the banging even waking them up. Your mom finally asked you about it the mysterious noise inflicted on your window one morning, obviously awoken by the loud sound from earlier.

When you told her it was Beomgyu, that’s all she needed to know to understand the situation, because that just seems like something Beomgyu would do, that’s just how he was. Ever since that interaction your parents haven’t questioned his odd antics but rather found it amusing between you two, even hinting that you guys would make a good match. Which never failed to make you gag nonetheless.

You get up from your bed, now remembering how nice it was to stretch in the mornings, you examine you room, trying to find your slippers, and before you could locate them you hear another loud bang coming from your window.

You stomp over to the noise, ready to tell off Beomgyu adding to one of the many times you’ve done before.

“What do you want!?” You swing your window doors open, throwing your hands in the air. You look at the boy, you could tell he looked tired and maybe a little stressed, but he still managed to break a sweet smile to you.

“Finally, you’re up! Cmon I gotta tell you something!” He motioned for you to come down to where he was.

“Really?! You just want to tell me something?? At nine in the morning?! Are you nuts??”

“Just cmon, y/n it’s important!” You hear his plea as you think to yourself. You need to get him back in the future. For all the years he has ruined those good mornings of sleep.

“I really wish I had a soundproof window” You whisper to yourself. “Okay i’ll be there in a minute!” You yell to the boy, closing your beaten and bruised window.

Again, you really did need a soundproof window.

You rustle around your room, trying to find some clothes to put on fast, you settle for the closest pair of pants next to you and a casual shirt laying on your side chair, and throw them on quickly. And as usual, you did not want to hear another ping on your window, meaning you needed to be quick before you heard another another noise from outside.

It was annoying, very annoying, only toddlers or children bang on windows to get someone’s attention, or just obnoxious people in romcoms.

Even though you hated being woken up to the sound of your window being beaten, it was nice to know someone enjoyed talking to to the point where they would bang on your window. It was maybe a little odd to see it in that way, but it was better than judging him for it.

You get your shoes and tie them on quickly, before heading out your bedroom door and shuffling down your steps with a quick smile

“Beomgyu again?” You hear a familiar voice ask you curiously. You look up, to see your mom peeling an apple in the kitchen, taking notice to your frantic motions down the steps.

“Yeah” You reply back with a knowingly sigh before heading out of the door and onto the side of your home.

“Ahhh there she is, finally.” You see Beomgyu appear from out of the corner, Raising his hands in relief as you rounded the side of your home.

“Yep, here I am” You give out a deep sigh, annoyed and eager to see what he wants.

“Nice to see you to y/n” He replies to your sigh sarcastically. “And it’s not everyday someone wakes you up from the kindness of their heart!”

“Sadly it is almost everyday”

“Why do you sigh so much? You’re so depressing sometimes y/n” He rolls his eyes jokingly at you.

“Cmon, get on with it! What did you get me out here for?!”

“Okay look here’s the thing, and it’s very important. You know Hazel, right?”

Hazel? Of course you knew Hazel. That girl had the award of being the most annoying girl you ever met, and had a past of using people to her advantage.

Hazel had used to go to your school, she was your buddy, your girl, your bestie even. All until you caught her and Beomgyu kissing in your room when you were gone to get you guys sleepover snacks.

Why were you mad again? Because at that time Beomgyu was your ultimate crush and you could say you were quite smitten with him, and she knew about it too, but that didn’t matter to her, the only reason of her being your friend was solely because of that fact that Beomgyu was your neighbor and friend.

You get it, Beomgyu is very attractive, but she took obsessive and extreme lengths to make him hers, even though he had made it clear he didn’t want any relationship with her before.

Ever since then, your relationship with Hazel went downhill, and fast at that. She moved to from your school onto to Beomgyu’s of course, and you guys have never talked since.

“yeah of course I know her” You roll your eyes almost so far they could pop out of your head.

“Okay well guess what she did? She asked out me for the spring formal! And, well, of course you know I said no! But then she proceeded to ask JAKE to the dance!”

You could feel your mind going blank for a second. Jake? Jake Sim? He was actually going to the dance with Hazel?

Jake was your first ever boyfriend, he was also your first ever heartbreak. You guys had started dating when Beomgyu moved next door in 7th grade, two long years later, You guys broke up because of “long distance” (that was only 15 minutes way) but you knew it was really just because he had just slowly lost any romantic feelings for you.

But of course this is something Hazel would do. She would ask HIM to the dance. It’s almost as if she was still trying to get back at you after the Beomgyu situation.

“So Jake and Hazel are going to the dance together?” You feel your mind spin again, it just doesn’t make sense. Jake always despised her when you guys dated. What changed his mind about her after all these years?

“You know what they’re doing,right?” He crosses his arms and leans his back onto the side of your house.

“Trying to make us feel like absolute shit?” You say in a dumbfounded, sarcastic manner, shaking your head at him.

“They’re obviously trying to make us jealous! You know there is only one thing we can do…”

Beomgyu looks at you, giving you that familiar mischievous smirk that has gotten you into so much trouble before. You could then completely understand what he had in mind.

“No, Nope, Nada, Never. It’s not happening.” You throw your hands in the air, already walking your way back to your front door. It was a stupid idea to come out here anyway.

“Wait, hear me out first” You hear his footsteps trailing behind you, trying to get you to understand his reasoning, but almost nothing could get you to go to agree to this idea.

“There’s nothing to hear. I’m not going to a formal with you!”

“But please!! Just please I’ll pay you back, anything, Even free boba for a whole month!! Cmon Y/n, just hear me out on this one” You stop in your tracks at one word, boba.

You turn around looking at him head on, “Free boba, for a month you say?” Your face can’t contain the smirk forming from your lips.

“Yes of course!” He’s gives you his best doe eyes and pretty pouty lips. You could see the desperacy in his face. It was hard to say no to someone as pretty as him, Especially in the angelic morning light.

“When is the formal again?”

“A week from today”

“Okay” You sigh, seeing his face light up into a sweet smile.

“Yayy” You see that same huge grin appear on his face.

“But-“ You stop his smile for a quick second. “We need to establish some rules first. “

“Okay, what are they?!” He says coming closer, curious to hear what regulations you had for him in order to be his partner at the dance.

An idea suddenly pops into your head, “Hold on, i’ll be right back!”

You run over to the back of your house, swinging the back door wide open with a fast push. You look for a stack of composition notebook paper and a pencil to write with, along with a nice clipboard to write on. All that you would usually find in the back of your house.

You finally locate all of your items, grabbing them all, before running outside the house once more and back to your previous position outside, where Beomgyu was sitting in the grass waiting eagerly for your arrival.

“Okay, i’m here” You huff out, regaining your breath back to its natural rhythm.

“What’s the paper for?”

“The rules. I’m gonna write them down and we have to sign it when we’re done”

Beomgyu sits up from his previous spot, moving beside you to see the paper. “Okay let’s hear them”

“Alright. #1 - We have to go dress and tux shopping together.” You looking at Beomgyu for approval before writing it down, in which he ends up nodding his head in return, ushering you to continue.

“Rule #2 - We can’t tell ANYONE it’s fake , not a soul, not even our parents. ”

“We have to?! You know how my parents are, They’ll be heartbroken if they find out it’s all a scam.” He protests, trying to challenge you on the second rule.

“That’s why we don’t tell them it’s a scam, we’ll just tell them we’re going as friends., but only they will know that.”

“Rule #3 - free boba for a month, of course.” You almost forgot, jotting down the rule quickly.

“Sure, and… What’s the 4th rule?”

“4th rule is..” You think to yourself. What could the fourth rule be? You give a quick glance to the boy beside you. That’s all it took to know exactly what the last rule will be.

“#4 - We cannot catch any feelings for each other after the dance, under no circumstances” You write down the last rule.

“Seriously?! Trust me that’s easy!”

You roll your eyes at his comment. “So do we have a deal?” you put out your hand for him to shake.

“Deal” He grabs your hand, shaking it hard. Making you wince once he let it go, shaking off the slight pain coming from your hand.

You sign the contract after him, sealing the deal, giving the clipboard back to him. It feels as if you just signed off your freedom for the next week, but there was no way to take it back now.

“I’ll be here to pick you tomorrow morning, and don’t be asleep when i get here!”

“Sure” You laugh, both of you finally walking back to your respective houses. This week was going to be hell, but you were up for the challenge and ready to finally get back at Hazel and Jake.

A/n: Hello everyone I hope you all enjoyed this first chapter!! I really had fun making this but please bare with me 😅 I haven’t written a multiple part story in a while so i’m sorry if it’s a little rusty LOL but if you enjoy make sure to like and reblog if you’d like <33333

[serenityfails]

datv update the second (slightly farther but still in the very early stages i think)

the game is gatekeeping davrin, taash, and emmrich from me when all i want is a full house but WHATEVERRR FINE I GUESS I'LL PROGRESS THE STORY OR SOMETHINGGGG

i'm warming up to bellara though she's still not really My Taste In Blorbos. she's like peak cringe millennial but i'm looking at that as her charm point. she's "aaaaanyway heeeeee's.... right behind me, isn't he 😜" in physical form with bonus survivor's guilt. she's saying the word "squee" and asking if she can glomp you.

i'm not a fan of how... nonchalant everyone is about the major lore drops. i'm aware that since time has passed people have gotten to process some of these lore drops but it feels like there's no consideration for how reveals that big affect people whose ironclad beliefs have been tossed out the window? and this is very much how i feel about harding's storyline right now. but i'll see how it plays out.

starting to get more charm from neve- i get what the devs were saying about "big sister" energy. she and lucanis were having some flirty banters and i liked the vibes they were bringing with that. she's also always walking around with her shirt hanging open. 👍 thank you neve

and remember when i said i didn't expect to like lucanis that much? well fuck me because he's moe. he's cute. i like him. he's a hardened killer and he wants to grocery shop for the gang. on god he shouldn't have been at the club he should have been in the kitchen barefoot and pregnant. i flirted with him a couple times. when the game actually allows me to recruit more people we'll see if they can sway me away from him.

[gotta-love-dani]

Opposites Attract pt2

opposites attract pt1 pt3 pt4

Hey guys sorry for taking like a long time to post the 2nd part I had lost inspiration to write and now that I have summer break I will try to write some more!!! (Judd birchxGNreader)

“Jesus I told you that was a bad idea, plus she probably would never like me, I mean I act and look like a kid that is still stuck in the emo phase they were supposed to grow out of in 7th grade, and she is like the living representation of the Teletubbies she is like the brightest person ever,” Judd said walking down the street drowning himself in the bottle of jack daniels he had since god knows when “then maybe try asking her out, I mean if you like this girl so much try asking her out and if she says yes you can shove your dick in their mouth!!!” Maury said with the biggest grin on his face “wow when I thought you were going to say the least horny thing you pull this shit” jubb chuckled then he realized he was walking to school where he knew Y/N would be because they had honor roll assembly. After 10 minutes of bumping into things from how drunk he was and almost falling he finally arrived at school and saw them outside even drunk he managed to walk towards them “Oh hey Judd” Y/N said very happy yet confused they hadn't seen him all week and now he is dunk at school out of all the places “heyyyy Y/N I wanted to ask you somethingggg i like love you like I'm in love with you and I wanted to ask you out on a date” Judd said slurring 99% of his words but Y/N still understood every word he was trying to say and even tho they liked him back they just didn't believe him I mean Judd showed up after a week of being god knows where and he shows up to say he is in “love” with them yea sure there was a reason Y/N got honor roll not just because they where intelligent academic wise they where also very good at reading other people. “Oh ok well why don't I take you home and you sober up and I will go talk to you tomorrow I will even bring you some donuts,” Y/N said grabbing Judd by the shoulder and walking him to their car “ohhhh ok yea yea yea I understand,” Judd said somehow understanding why they would say that and he knew deep down that they were not rejecting him or at least he hoped they weren't rejecting him.

[annot8]

Officially half way through assassins fate - spoilers below

Chade really called that boy lantern, didn’t he?

On the subject of Lant, I am really waiting for him to do somethingggg. Both Per and Spark are so likeable, and its not that I don't like Lant, he just seems like a very random addition to this cast. Nothing against him, just hasn't really done anything yet.

But anyway, I am really enjoying this book so far! If someone had said that the final book was going to be Fitz and Beloved posing as a couple as they travel to Kelsingra, and aboard the Tarman and the Paragon, as they go to rescue their daughter... I would have not believed you. The gang have just departed from Divytown on the Paragon, with Althea, Brashen, Boy-O, and Kennitsson. And Bee is still trapped with Dwalia and Vindeliar on a ship to Clerres.

I've loved seeing so many of the old characters! Malta, Thymara, Alise, Leftrin, Althea, Wintrow, Etta, etc - I am having the time of my life! The only thing that's a little frustrating is that, because we're seeing them all through Fitz's perspective - and he isn't particularly interested in the complex relationships between all these characters - a lot of the interactions feel a bit surface level.

After Fitz, Amber, and the kids got to Kelsingra (which is still such an insane concept to me), I knew we were gonna start seeing familiar faces. Rapskal was a fun surprise! But his line - "Before I welcomed the elderling memories of an ancient warrior into my mind, I was a bumbling, stupid boy, earnest and tolerated by my fellow keepers but never respected." - killed me!!!!! Oh, my boy, what did those elderlings do to you?

I wish we could've gotten a little more time with Thymara. I really wanted to know about her work with silver, and to see her fly! The revelation of just how badly the dragons have neglected the children of their Elderlings was horrific. Fente and Sintara fighting over the growth of her and Tat's kid made me so angry. I get that the dragons think the way they do about humans but god is it frustrating!

Something I really appreciate about these books is that because Fitz isn't always the brightest, the reader is often left to work out things for themselves. I've really loved how much Hobb has expanded the lore around the Skill and the Silver, and I loved being able to make all these different connections on my own.

Seeing Alise and Leftrin, and the crew of the Tarman, again was so fun. Happy to see they're all doing well!

And then!!!! I have been waiting for Fitz and Paragon to meet since Amber carved his face. It was so fun! Amber being all "I can explain!" as if she's not known that this moment had to happen. She had so many opportunities to warn Fitz but was just in complete denial that it was going to be a thing.

It is a little strange to see Paragon from the perspective of someone who doesn't have a history with him. Fitz's opinion of him is very unforgiving. Amber loves him, Brashan is his captain, Althea relied on him to save Vivacia and her family - all these people make allowances for him because they love him. Meanwhile Fitz simply does not care lol.

Was not expecting to see Wintrow, Etta, and Vivacia, which was a treat! Don't think I've spoken about it at all here really, but Wintrow is my boy. His story felt a little abandoned in Ship of Destiny, but in the first two Liveship books, he was my absolute favourite. And the Wintrow we meet here, so many years later, felt so familiar. And I love Etta as well, no matter how much she's inconveniencing everyone lol.

One thing that is killing me tho is how casual everyone is about who Kennit really was. I get Etta and Wintrow being a bit blind about him, but the way Amber and Brashen are so dismissive of Althea's trauma is crazy. Like, no one cares except me and Althea for some reason?? I loved how interesting and well thought out Kennit was as a character, but these guys are STILL worshipping his memory and it makes it such a difficult read.

What else makes this a difficult read are the horrors Bee is going through! That scene where they come out of the pillar in Chalced and they are pinned underneath it, and people are pissing and vomitting and being sexually assaulted (Kerf, you are my enemy!!) was maybe one of the most horrific, visceral things I have ever read.

I don't know if I've ever hated a character the way I hate Dwalia. She is so awful to everyone! I was feeling a little bad for Vindeliar but nah, not anymore. They can all rot. The only upside to them continually finding Bee every time she escapes them is that at least she and Fitz are going to the same place.

Bee is my girl. I love her so much. Her relationship with wolf-father (I am cryingggg) is so sweet. Crazy that of all of Bee's fathers, the wolf is the best one. I just know Molly would be so devastated at how Bee has been dragged into all the mess that she fought so hard to protect her family from :(

Anyway, back to reading. I am sure this book will ruin me :)

[chryzuree]

okayyyyyy modern au addendum where after chrysi and jacks kiss (and jacks then turns chrysi down because castor liking her, thus starting a fight/awkward silence in their friendship), castor ends up being the one to volunteer to take chrysi home after her car doesn’t start (at some sporting event or somethingggg. also jacks was there & chrysi was pleading him w her eyes to take her home instead, but he walked away to avoid confrontation. cool move, man. not at all a dick move.)

on the way home, castor confronts her abt the kiss she had with jacks. he defs starts getting heated abt it, and chrysi’s pretty determined to be like, “listen, i have turned you down time and time again. i kissed jacks, because i liked him. then he let me down easy & said he respected his friendship with you more, like a good friend would. what the fuck else do you want me to say?” <- trying so hard not to freak out because castor is speeding down a road with blind turns.

the argument gets abruptly cut off by castor taking a sharp turn and swerving a little into the oncoming lane. unfortunate for both of them, the car coming around also took the turn a bit wide, and thus, collision!!!!

it hits the driver side hard enough to kill castor on impact. chrysi winds up in a coma, as does the other driver (yay, trucks for being hardier than a typical car?).

obvi jacks finds out abt this & is wracked w guilt bc he could’ve prevented this if he’d swallowed his pride and dealt with an awkward drive home. when chrysi wakes up, he tries to work up the courage to visit her in the hospital, but he never quite manages to muster it up.

once he finally has the energy and bravery to visit chrysi at her home, he finds she’s left & admitted herself to an inpatient psychiatric facility, on account of her trauma (read: the girl that sees ghosts finally has a ghost haunting her that she knew in life & it’s fucking her up pretty badly… imagine waking up from a coma to talk to the guy that had been driving you home, only for the nurse to come in and be like “umm… castor valor DIED…..” then WHO WAS PHONE???). chrysi DID leave an address, in case any of her friends wanted to write her letters or anything, and her sister gives it to jacks. he never writes her any letters.

anywayyyy, years down the line, the driver of the truck that hit them ends up contacting chrysi (after she’s checked out of the facility & she’s off doing her ghosthunting things w her beautiful, beautiful boyfriend, azure lafaye) and asking if they can meet so he can apologize for what he’d done. chrysi gladly agrees and takes him out to dinner!!! she forgives him for what he’d done, since it was mostly because of his fatigue and castor’s idiocy that they collided at all.

over the following few years, chrysi and the driver become penpals 🥰 they meet up on occasion as well!!

buuuuut castor’s become super bitter & blames the guy for his death. and, yeah, uh. he’s still haunting chrysi (as best he can, anyway.. chrysi’s learned a lot of ways to keep her house ghost-free). fortunately, he’s a vv weak ghost and can’t do much, so chrysi doesn’t view him as a threat + she’d feel bad abt sending castor packing since she was there when he died. she knows how lonely he feels… and she knows it makes him uncomfortable to see everyone he knew from high school grow up… she’s got some sympathy left in her.

big mistake, btw. bc honora valor figured out a way to bring castor back from the dead & his first order of business, as an undead monster, is to kill chrysi’s penpal :((((

[super-unpredictable98]

Truth or Dare | Misfits Timeline Anomaly' verse

An oc x oc collaboration between @seanfalco​ & @super-unpredictable98

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: Strong language, alcohol, smut.

(Masterlist)

"Nathannnn," Win whined, not specifying which one as she flopped back on the couch over their legs. "We should do somethingggg!"

"Ohhh?" her Nathan asked, poking her in the side, making her squirm. "Like what, dearest?"

"I dunno, something fun," she exclaimed.

"I have an idea," Lyddie's Nathan flashed his fiancé a mischievous grin. "We should get a little tipsy and play truth or dare..."

"No! Absolutely not!" Lydia shouted, trying to get up, but she was held back by the waist. "I'm not playing! There's no way!"

“What, why not babe?” Win asked, sitting up. “That sounds like fun! I’m in!”

“Yeah, me too,” her Nathan exclaimed, hurrying to go grab the bottle of whiskey from the kitchen.

"This quad is a democracy, Lollipop," Lyddie's Nathan smirked. "Don't you love us?"

"Of course I love you, I just don't wanna play or get drunk..." Lydia hugged her own knees. "I can watch you guys, maybe I-I can be the judge."

“There’s no judge in truth or dare,” Win’s Nathan pointed out with a laugh as he set the bottle and shot glasses down on the coffee table between them.

“What’s wrong, Lyddie? Please play with us,” Win murmured, crawling over to wrap her arms around her girlfriend, basically getting into the other woman’s lap.

"Don't look at me with this face," she whined, slowly budging. "You know I can't say no to that! It's so unfair that you just bat those eyes at me and get whatever you want..."

Winnie bat her eyelashes once more for good measure before pressing a kiss to her girlfriend's jaw. Lydia shook her head with a smile, she knew she would regret this decision later, but she didn't wanna be the one ruining their fun.

"Perfect!" Lyddie's Nathan handed her a shot. "Who'd like t'start?"

“I will!” Win exclaimed, sitting up and downing her own shot. “I choose truth.”

"Okay," he wet his lips before taking his shot. "What is your favorite part on each of our bodies?"

“Oh that’s a good one,” she mused, tapping her finger to her lips. “Especially since you two are identical,” she laughed.

“I love both of your eyes, but I feel like that’s cheating, so I’m gunna say... I love your hip bones, babe,” she said looking at her Nathan, “your hands,” she said, looking at the other Nathan, “and Lyddie’s legs.”

"I wonder why..." Lyddie's Nathan laughed while gently wrapping his hand around her neck. She leaned against him, heat filling her at his light grasp on her throat. "Okay, I want truth as well."

At this point Lydia was shoving an entire bag of crisps in her mouth, she was already lightweight, she wasn't gonna drink on an empty stomach.

“Alright then, mate,” Win’s Nathan exclaimed, taking his shot. “I wanna know your favourite way t’pleasure each of our lovely ladies.”

"That's a hard one..." he mused, pouring himself a second shot. "For Win I'd say finger bangin', I love t'watch her when I do it," he winked at her and tilted his head glancing over at Lydia. "For Lyds, it's when she rides my thigh. She gets all needy, it's adorable."

Win smirked, pouring herself another shot. “Looks like it’s your turn, Nate. You gunna pick truth or break this streak?”

“I’ll choose dare, cuz I’m not a pussy!” he exclaimed with bravado.

"Okay, I guess..." Lydia murmured through a mouthful of crisps, her shot still untouched. With all eyes on her she turned red, she had never played truth or dare before, she avoided it at all costs.

"Um... I dare you to call Simon and say you got me pregnant," a silly smile twisted her lips.

Win’s Nathan’s eyebrows shot up, his mouth falling open. “Alright, then. Ohhh Barry’s gunna be pissed,” he laughed gleefully, way too excited about the prospect. “Y’know I told Win’s dad th’same thing once?” he mused as he dialed the number.

Win could hear the ring and then Simon answered. “Oh, yeah, hey mate, it’s Nathan!” he exclaimed. “Yeah, I just wanted t’call yeh t’let yeh know that I kinda knocked Lyddie up... well one of us did, so you’re gunna be an uncle! Congrats man! Anyway, I gotta get goin’, lots o’ people t’call. See ya!” and with that he hung up, wearing a smug grin.

Everyone in the room started laughing hysterically. Maybe truth or dare was a good idea after all... Lyds laughed even harder as her phone started ringing.

"Hey Si," she answered, wiping her tears away. "Yeah, I'm pregnant... I don't know which one of them," she covered her mouth. "Of course not! We're just playing truth or dare, don't worry."

Her eyes widened as Simon said "thank fucking God, cause the last thing we need is for Nathan to breed."

"Oh, stop that, you love them! I know you do... Okay, see you, bye," she hung up and looked around the room. "Whose turn is it?"

"Yours!" her Nathan rolled his eyes.

"Fine, dare."

Win looked thoughtful for a moment, noticing Lydia hadn’t touched her booze yet. “I dare you to chug straight from the bottle,” she said smugly, folding her arms over her chest.

"Do you want me to die or something?" Lyddie gaped.

"You're the only sober one, that's not fair!" her Nathan passed her the bottle.

"I fucking hate all of you..." she opened it with a sigh, taking a sip, she grimaced while her entire body was heating up. "Bloody hell! Are you happy now?" she coughed.

“Technically that wasn’t a chug, but I’ll let you off,” Win teased, leaning in to kiss her neck. “You’re so cute when you blush,” she whispered before taking the bottle to drink herself, foregoing the shot glass.

"I can't chug anything, I've got R-CPD!" Lydia protested.

"You've got what? Is it serious?" Win's Nathan held her, it sure sounded really scary.

"It's not deadly or anything," she laughed. "It just means I am physically unable to burp. When I chug or drink something carbonated I feel kinda sick, get lots of hiccups, and my throat makes weird noises."

"Wait, you're shittin' me!" he chuckled.

"Nope, always had it, it sucks."

"That's kinda ironic, isn't it though?"

"Why do you say that?" Lydia's eyes widened and she panicked.

"Um... nothin', it's just ironic cause... I do it for th'both of us."

"I-I guess."

“I’m gunna choose dare this time too,” Win said, plonking the bottle down and cutting her Nathan's rambling short, scared he might say too much and ruin the night.

"Alright," Lyddie's Nathan narrowed his eyes. "I dare ya... t'take the trash out, but there's a catch! Y'gotta do it shirtless."

Win wet her lips and took a deep breath before standing and pulling her shirt over her head, baring her tits.

“You sure you want all our neighbors t’see the goods, babe?” she asked, going to the kitchen to grab the trash bag, bringing it to the door and waiting.

"They can look all they want," he shrugged, getting up to watch her. "We know who they belong to..."

"Wait, I wanna see it too," Lydia jumped, already feeling slightly buzzed.

Win rolled her eyes as her Nathan joined as well and she shimmied her shoulders for them. “Alright alright,” she exclaimed, hefting the trash bag and stepping out the door.

Nearly 6 minutes later she was back again, her face rather flushed. “There! I did it! You don’t wanna know how many numbers I got,” she teased.

"I can imagine... You're proper eye-candy," Lydia hugged her from behind, cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples.

“Mmm,” she hummed, leaning back against Lyddie’s shoulder. “You’re gunna distract me Lollipop,” she murmured, leaving her top off for good measure.

"Forgot how much I love Whiskey Lyds..." her Nathan chuckled. "I s'pose I'll go with dare then."

“Alright, let’s see...” Win’s Nathan mused. “I dare yeh to... chug the hot sauce from the fridge!” he said with an evil laugh.

Lyddie's Nathan scoffed as if that was the easiest thing he ever had to do. Lydia giggled as she ran to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of hot sauce about half empty.

"Easy, should've picked somethin' harder..." he laughed, unscrewing the cap.

He shook his head before chugging the content of the bottle. He was immortal, so there was very little he was scared to do. "Jesus!" he gagged as he slammed the bottle on the coffee table. "I know I'll pay for this tomorrow..."

“Ha!” Win’s Nathan exclaimed. “I choose truth,” he replied smugly, leaning back in his chair and taking a drink.

"Be completely honest," Lydia drawled. "When you saw me for the first time, what was the first thing that went through your head?"

He grinned ruefully. “Honestly? The very first thought was: ‘That’s th’bird that’s stealin’ my girlfriend?’ followed directly by ‘Damn, she’s hot’.”

Lyddie giggled, finally mustering the nerve to take her shot, which made her Nathan exchange a surprised look with the others. "Well, I'm flattered... I choose dare."

"Nope, y'cant choose dare twice," her Nathan argued.

"Says who?"

"Says me! Can't choose the same thing every time, that's too safe."

"Fine! Then I choose truth..." she huffed.

Win grinned, “Let’s see,” she mused, knowing she could probably ask something really personal, but she didn’t want to put her on the spot too much. “What is your favourite thing about me?”

Lydia sighed relieved and took Winnie in her arms. "My favorite thing about you is how kind you are even after going through so much shit... and your ass, you have a really cute ass."

“Aw babe,” Win cooed, leaning against her. “You’re too sweet,” she took a sip from the bottle before choosing truth as well.

"Thank you," Lydia whispered before kissing her neck.

“You’re welcome,” she whispered back.

"What is the biggest difference between me and your Nathan?" Lyddie's Nathan asked.

“The biggest difference... hmm,” Win mused, suppressing a giggle. “You tease me more than him, but he’s more protective, I suppose,” she hoped neither would take that the wrong way.

"Yeah, I'm happy with bein' the tease... followin' my own rules, I choose truth." he bit his lip.

"Oh, so you admit that you made up that stupid rule?" Lydia laughed.

“Ha!” Win’s Nathan barked a laugh, trying to think of a real tough one. “If you could get rid of me an’ be th’only Nathan again, would you?” he asked, glancing from his clone to Win for the briefest moment.

"Nah," Lyddie's Nathan leaned back, taking the rest of his fiancé's forgotten crisps. "As much as I love our girls, I haven't got the energy... plus it's fun havin' a twin," he shrugged, for the first time admitting to himself that he liked to have his clone around.

Win's Nathan was honestly a little surprised at his answer, the shock showing on his face.

"Well... I'm glad t'know that," he murmured, noticing Win's knowing smile and quickly looking away. "I guess I hafta choose truth then as well?" he muttered.

"Don't worry, man, the rule only applies to Lyds," Lyddie's Nathan whispered, only to be shoved by her.

"You asshole... Natty, baby," she crawled towards Win's Nathan and traced a line from his collarbone to his chest. "What was the weirdest thing a girl has ever asked you to do in bed?"

"Th'weirdest thing? Well, once this girl wanted me to put on a diaper and pretend t'be a baby. Or there was this girl that wanted me t'piss on her. That one wasn't too bad, but the diaper thing was pretty weird."

Win's brows drew down. "You never told me any of this!"

"You never asked!" he cried.

Lydia chuckled, suddenly feeling much better about herself. "I reckon you'd look cute in diapers... did that happen to you too?" she looked at her own Nathan.

"Well..." he wrinkled his nose. "Yeah."

"Alright, while I try to get this image out of my head, I choose dare."

Win turned to Lydia, flopping her head into her lap. "I dare youuuuu to kiss me!" she exclaimed with a giggle, her words starting to slur.

"What? How is that fair!" her Nathan exclaimed, gesturing wildly with his hands.

"I wanted a kiss!" Win replied petulantly.

With a smug smile, Lyddie pulled her closer and started on her chest with soft feather-like kisses, moving up to her neck, and finally reaching her lips. "That's probably the best dare in the history of truth or dare..."

"Mmm, I agree," Win murmured, nuzzling her nose against Lyddie's. "I choose dare, as well," she said, though her eyelids fluttered slightly, making no move to leave her girlfriend's lap.

"I dare you," Lydia cut her Nathan off. "To take the rest of your clothes off and keep on kissing me."

"Okay, now that's not how the game works!" her Nathan protested. "You're cheatin'!"

Standing up, Win slowly unzipped her jeans before shimmying them down her hips, her eyes moving from Lyddie's to purposefully look at each Nathan in turn as she undressed slowly. Standing there naked for a moment she smirked before sinking back into Lydia's lap and instantly pressed her lips to the other woman's neck.

"Not that I'm complainin'... but what the fuck?" Lyddie's Nathan exclaimed, watching the scene unraveling in front of him. "How did we get here?"

Lyds moaned softly before pulling her own shirt over her head. "Hmmm, I choose truth," she murmured, her hands roaming Win's body, kneading her breasts roughly.

"What do you want to do t'me, babe?" Winnie asked breathlessly, her mouth going to her girlfriend's breasts, ignoring the boys' exclamations.

"I wanna eat you out, wanna taste you," Lydia gasped, one of her hands sliding between the other woman's thighs. "I wanna make you come for me."

Win chuckled softly against her skin, moving against her hand before moaning, taking in both Nathans, her eyes flashing with want. "I dare you two to help her."

"Well, I'm not gunna say no t'that," her Nathan exclaimed, standing quickly to shed his own shirt.

"Yep, I'm on it," Lyddie's Nathan did the same.

"Let's go to bed, Winnie, there's more space for everyone," Lydia suggested, taking her girlfriend's hand as they got up.

She fumbled with her zipper for a second before getting out of her shorts. "Come on, you two, we're gonna play another game now."

"What game would that be?" Win asked, flopping back onto the bed, her arms landing above her head as she eyed her lovers expectantly, arousal coating the inside of her thighs as she watched Lyds finish undressing.

"It's a game to see how long it takes for me to make you scream my name," Lydia's words were coming out before she had any time to filter them.

She crawled between Winnie's legs kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin until she reached the spot she wanted to touch the most, but she held back, teasingly looking up at her girlfriend.

"I like the sound of this game," Win breathed, pushing herself up to her elbows. "Lyddie, please," she asked softly, feeling the bed dip next to her as the Nathans joined them.

"Please what?" Lydia bit her lip coyly before giving a teasing lick. "This?"

"Jesus..." her Nathan looked at them before turning his attention to Win's top half, taking her nipple between his teeth.

"Yes!" she gasped, squirming. "I want your mouth, Lollipop," she moaned, stretching, reaching for her Nathan.

"I think I'm winning the game," Lyddie giggled before going back to licking, kissing, and teasing her cunt. She circled the other woman's clit idly while sliding two fingers inside of her. "Tell me how good it feels, baby."

"It feels so good, Lyds," Win purred, "this is a game I'll gladly lose," she murmured, moaning louder as her Nathan kissed her neck while the other continued worshiping her tits. "Fuck, Lyddie, I love you, you're so good to me. All of you--"

Lydia moaned, her tongue moving mercilessly at a steady pace, her fingers following the same rhythm while her other hand held firmly onto her girlfriend's thigh, digging into her skin.

“I’m close!” Win exclaimed. “Oh Lollipop!” she cried, burying her fingers in both Nathans' hair as she arched against Lyddie’s face, pleasure suddenly gripping her.

With a proud smile, Lyds continued, savoring her arousal, enjoying how she squirmed with every touch. As Win relaxed, she carefully pulled her fingers out and took them in her mouth, humming in satisfaction.

“Best game of truth or dare ever,” Winnie murmured, letting her eyes slip shut.

“Hey, what about th’rest of us?” her Nathan exclaimed petulantly.

"Don't worry, Natty, I can take care of you..." Lydia wet her lips provocatively. "Both of you."

"Remind me why you don't drink again?" her Nathan taunted. "I love drunk Lyddie..."

“Both at th’same time?” Win’s Nathan asked hopefully.

She nodded mischievously, getting on her knees. "You guys can do whatever you want to me, you decide who gets what."

Both Nathans shared a look, their heads snapping up. “What d’you want?” Win's Nathan asked, deciding to let his clone choose. Lyddie was his fiancé first after all.

"I'll take her fanny if that's okay..." it seemed weird for him to negotiate her body, but he's been with his fiancé long enough to know that's exactly what she wanted.

"Sound good t'you, sweetheart?" Win's Nathan asked, curling his finger under Lyddie's chin, lifting her face to him.

"Sounds perfect, what do you want? My mouth? My hands? My... well, you know," she laughed before placing a kiss to his lips.

"Want your mouth, baby," he exclaimed, stroking her cheek tenderly.

"Fuck her good, boys," Win mumbled from the bed. "Reward her for making me feel so good."

Lyddie's Nathan gently pushed her shoulder, so she'd get down on all fours. "You're so good, baby girl, you deserve it," he teased her entrance with his tip before thrusting into her.

Win’s Nathan shuddered as she wrapped her lips around his cock, and he thrust into her at the same time his clone did. Tangling his fingers in her hair he set his pace in time with the other.

Lydia had never taken both of them at the same time. She always wanted to, but until now she never had the nerve to ask, thinking they wouldn't want it.

"Just like that, Lollipop, you're takin' it so well," Lyddie's Nathan gave her a sharp smack, enjoying the view of her being doubly filled.

“God, you look so hot like that,” Win breathed, slipping her hand between her legs, touching herself to the sight, turned on again, her chest heaving.

“I bet she feels so good, huh, baby?” she moaned, addressing both Nathans as she squirmed under her own touch.

“Oh f-fuck,” Win’s Nathan groaned, pulling on her hair as he fucked her mouth, his cock hitting the back of her throat.

"So good, baby... You gettin' close? You gonna come for us?" Lyddie's Nathan ran his hands gently over her back before reaching between her legs to massage her clit.

She hummed in response, trying to concentrate on both boys, which was getting harder as she felt her own pleasure building up in her lower stomach.

“God, you feel amazin’,” Win’s Nathan groaned at the vibrations from her hum. “Come for us Lollipop,” he urged, feeling his pleasure cresting. “I’m-I’m close—“

Lydia's moans were muffled as she came undone, her Nathan following right after, filling her up.

"Good girl, so good for us," he praised, thrusting a couple more times before pulling out to watch her beautifully dripping with his spunk.

Win’s Nathan came shortly after with a low groan, pumping his seed down her throat before pulling out, gently holding her face.

Win crawled over, pulling Lyddie's exhausted body into her arms.

"I love you guys so much," Lydia's head was spinning, but she felt amazing. "You seemed to have fun watching us... I didn't know you were into that."

“That was incredibly hot,” Win purred, stroking her girlfriend's cheek as she pulled her Nathan closer for a kiss, motioning for Lyddie’s to come get one too. “You take two cocks like a champ baby.”

"Next time get our strap-on and make it three," Lydia laughed. "You guys definitely made me like truth or dare... we should play more often."

“It’s a deal,” Win murmured.

Tag List: @elliethesuperfruitlover @firstpersonnarrator @spanishmossmagnolia @a-ghoulish-tale

[earnmysong]

today is fanfic writer appreciation day or somethingggg, so. in the spirit of sharing is caring and all that, if you would kindly:

rec one or more works you’ve very much enjoyed recently and one or more works you’ve written OR ideas you’ve tossed around in the last few months that you’re proud of / would like to scream about for whatever reason!

THE EXCELLENCE OF OTHERS

i'm a fire and i'll keep your brittle heart warm by @mushypeas on ao3 

[ted lasso; keeley/roy; m; warnings for miscarriage/baby loss] Confronted by an unexpected development in their relationship, Roy and Keeley are forced to think about their future.

“I love you,” he reminds her, and it suddenly occurs to him that he should’ve said it sooner. “I know you know that already, but I mean I really fucking love you. I think you are… the greatest person of all time, actually.” Roy clears his throat. “If there was a list, it would be you and then – there’d be a gap – probably, umm, one of those people who’s, like, saved the children or cured cancer or something. But you’re top.”

“I haven’t saved any children.”

“You’ve saved a sad, retired footballer from himself. And they’re even harder to save. Many therapists have tried, believe you me.”

He hears her laugh, just barely, just enough. It sounds a little different to normal, her throat probably sore from crying, but it’s still music to his ears. “I miss you,” she confesses with a sigh. “Come home soon, yeah?”

“Soon as I can, gorgeous. I promise you.”

“Okay,” she accepts, a fondness softening the fragility in her voice.

NONSENSE MY BRAIN SPITS OUT

keep spinning us into something new

[roswell new mexico; liz/max; g] When she staggers awake, turning but not raising her cheek off their breakfast bar, Max holds one of her AirPods, his ‘Hey’ blending into the blast of a familiar lyric while his fingers fold her unruly hair out of her face. “Reality want you back?”

is this short? yes! do its stats flummox me? endlessly! will my affinity for my contribution to obscurity ever diminish? NOPE. you cannot tell me ‘hand in my pocket’ wasn’t playing through that discman! 💕🛸🎶

[theravencawsatmidnight]

Horns & Wings

Haikyuu Anon come get yo mans . 👀

Go to bed at 8 o'clock sharp, do the dishes, answer prayers, help the newly dead into Heaven, guide the newly dead around heaven. And never, ever , EVER leave the cloud heaven sits on. Youll fall right into the mortal world and you don't want the big man to have to come get you. And if you go through the entrance to Hell? Ya can't come back. Stay pure, sweet, and happy. Those are the rules of an Angel to live by…. But most importantly , don't talk to the Demons.

You were a pure Angel, maybe the purest one out of all of them. Followed all the rules, helped the dead, listened to your elders. You were content, happy. Till you fell off the cloud one day chasing a winged puppy.

You fell right down to the mortal world. Luckily no one could see you. You fell into some flowers looking up at the clouds with an annoyed look on your face. Great. Just great. Brushing yourself off you got up and flew around trying to find a ‘Upstairs’ only you could see. The mortal world was full of Upstairs thankfully. You could just float right up to Heaven. So where were they?

•••

You had been flying around for an hour not finding anything. What the heck? You didn't want to call for help from above , it would inconvenience someone..

So you checked under every rock, behind every building , only to come up empty.

“Looking for the Upstairs?” A voice asked you.

Your wings wiggled as you turned around. You saw a tall skinny man lounging on a rock chewing on some wheat. You almost said hello. But then you noticed the horns and tail. A demon. You stepped back shaking your head .

“Oh no?” He hopped off the rock strutting towards you, the wheat hanging out of his mouth. “Fallen angel then? Lookingggggg for the Downstairs? The entrance to Hell?”

You shook your head fast making him laugh and bend down to your level. “ what is it then sweetie?” He teased moving the wheat to the other side of his mouth. “All the Upstairs are gone in this area. To much farm land not enough reason to have em around”

“BUT I NEED TO GET BA-“ you covered your mouth, eyes almost falling out of your head. The demon laughed deep, shaking the rocks around you. He stood up straight with his hands on his hips.

“I know where the Upstairs is honey. But you'll have to do somethingggg for me.” He held his hand out to you waiting.

One of the most important rules; don't deal with the devil, and don't deal with his minions. They were all sneaky liars. Tricksters, only looking for amusement. But you needed to get home before someone noticed.. So you shook his hand sealing your fate . The demon snapped his fingers and a bone collar appeared around your neck.

“Let's get started my little fallen angel, shall me?”

••••’

“....get .. get started?” You moved back stepping right through a farmer. “ what does that mean?”

“ well for starters.” He stepped through the farmer following you with a smile on his face. “Im Kuroo. What's your name?”

“Y/n..” you were still moving back. Wait. You could fly. You flapped your wings but you never left the ground. Trying again you had a terrified look on your face. Kuroo licked his lips, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you close. “Oh angel, those pretty wings won't work with that collar on.” His tail slipped up your gown between your thighs to rub at your plush folds through your pure white panties.

The tickle from the tip of his tail caused your knees to touch , you grabbed at his tail but he grabbed your wrist holding it up. “Sshh.. shh..” he whispered into your ear, lightly nibbling it. “Your shaking angel, relax.” His breath was hot against your skin, it felt like lightning. How could you relax? A demon's tail was rubbing against your most precious area . Back and forth back and forth. Slowly.. back and forth..

“Ff..”

“Hm?” His tail stopped and your fingers twitched. He kissed at your neck, you could feel his smile against your tender skin. “What did you say?”

The tip of his tail was right on your clit not moving at all. It was hot too, the heat pressing against your sensitive clit was enough to make you go crazy. Kuroo licked up your neck to your cheek grinning, your neck twitching under his cold tongue. “ i didn't hear you”.

“Please..” you managed to whimper out, your head spinning. You rubbed your thighs together and Kuroo ripped your gown off tossing it into the wind. You covered your bare chest and Kuroos tail wrapped around one wrist holding it up above your head. Your chest jiggled from the movement and Kuroo traced two fingers over your folds watching you squirm around.

“Wet already? Naughty little angel . Do you even know why you're wet?” He asked, still rubbing.

“N-no..” your hips moved forward slightly, trying to rub on his digits.

He kissed your ear whispering. “Does my little angel want to know why?” He moved his fingers away, the whimpers that left your mouth had him grinning from ear to ear. “What's wrong? Talk to me.” His voice was making you dizzy now. You felt light headed with every word..

“F… fast..er..”

His tail wrapped around both wrists holding you up and off the ground just by a couple inches, slowly his fingers returned, his index finger turned into a claw and grazed right along your clit cutting the wet fabric. Your body jerked forward and Kuroo kissed at your neck again, talking deep. “I won't hurt you sweetie,” his claw retracted, and his finger rested on your little clit.

“How's that feel?” He asked as if he didn't already know the answer.

“I..” you started to drool now.

He rubbed in circles and you whispered loud. Your orgasm crashed over you like a heavy wave. You trembled in his grip watching the farmers walk through you too without a care in the world. Kuroo ripped your panties off and slipped his middle finger in you chuckling deep at his twitching new toy.

••

It was only 30 minutes later but it felt like hours, kuroo was still teasing you with that one finger , still going slow, still kissing your neck and ear. Your head was in the crook of his neck and you were panting hard.

“I… my wrists..”

“Hm? Say please little angel”

“..please..” you sniffled.

Kuroo removed his finger, placing his hands on his hips while he watched his tail lower you down to the ground on your back. “There we go yeah?” He kneeled down to rub your wrists to get the blood flowing. “My good little angel, saying please.” He rubbed your stomach slowly. “You've been so good for me. You know that?”

“Y-yes.”

“Do you remember why i'm doing this?” He rubbed lower, circling your clit.

Your legs moved apart by themselves and Kuroo smirked looking down at your soaked pussy. “Up..stairs..”

He picked you up and laid down . “Yes baby. The Upstairs.” He lowered you slowly. “I'm going to take you to the Upstairs.” He stopped just as your folds graced the head of his dick making you cry out and beg.

“Oh what's this? An angel wanting a demon to make love to her?” He lowered you gently but only just enough to part your lips.

“Please!!!” You cried, your tears landing on his chest.

“Can't go back to the big cloud in the sky if ya do angel.”

You didn't care. You just needed him. His cock. In your most precious area . “..please..” you sobbed.

He smiled lowering you all the way down . “I'm glad you saw it my way angel” he sat you down on his cock watching yet another orgasm hit you making you twitch and your pussy throb pulling his cock in more.

“Hell if i know where the Upstairs is.” He winked.

••

@haikyuusa @squeaky-ducky @kittifer @knifeewifee @maron-k-rh

[damienthepious]

also. also because. i am a gremlin. and i shall die of Emotions and take you with me apparently. ["From yourself?" Amaryllis says, her brow furrowed with worry. "Look, I- I know this is uncomfortable, Arum, but- but I know that you've tried to get Damien to- to-"] to ["If you had managed to convince Damien to do it, it'd be cruel, first of all. He doesn't deserve that kind of guilt weighing on him. And second, again, you would be dead, Arum.] please thank i am lov u

[Pick a short passage from any fanfic I’ve written and send it to me, and I’ll give you the equivalent of a DVD commentary on that snippet]

you’re not a gremlin you are valid and i love you. that is a LONG PASSAGE THO, so BUCKLE UP. Also cw for discussion of depression, suicide, and suicidal thoughts below the cut. fun times with soft fic! or somethingggg

fun fact before we begin! Originally, this conversation was supposed to happen... before the i-love-you confessions. This was supposed to be broken down before they admitted that they cared for each other romantically, but i was having a shitton of trouble working out the trajectory and the ending of the scene, like, what the actual resolution was, and I couldn’t figure out how to make it work in time when all the other stuff in the chapter was good to go. And THEN it was supposed to happen right after the i-love-yous, but that felt SO busy and SO sloppy, so it kept getting shifted backward-

which wound up being kind of a blessing, i think? because here’s the thing- this scene is TENSE, here, and Rilla pushes pretty hard- but the older version was... kind of a FIGHT. Arum was much more aggressive about it, and there was a line in there for a long time- something like You will be gone this time tomorrow ANYWAY, Amaryllis. What does it matter? And then Rilla had this fucking heartbreaking- Missing you and MOURNING you are not the SAME THING, are you even LISTENING to yourself? and there was just... a lot more harshness to the whole thing. I’m glad it got to settle out, and I’m glad they were in a place to be softer with each other for this. It was too important to me that they addressed this, and i didn’t want it to get waysided.

obviously depression and suicidality aren’t things that have easy fixes, and love is not a Cure for mental illness, but i wanted it to be clear that a) rilla and damien are aware of arum’s non-physical hurts and care about them, too, and b) they are an expansion of Arum’s support network, which is SUPER important when coping with mental illness!

The Keep did the best it could, I think, but when it was just the two of them it was harder for the Keep to know what to do when Arum was deep in a depressive episode, and... well, they have a mental link, right? so I kind of assumed... they might share at least shades of this as well. Arum’s depression gets bad, the Keep is probably not having a good time just then either. Harder to take care of each other while you don’t even know how to take care of yourself. But! the initial point! expanding their collective support system is SO important to learning how to better cope with Arum’s mental illness, which has been running him pretty ragged while his physical injuries had him in traction.

Anyway. ANYWAY. the actual section you requested.

["From yourself?" Amaryllis says, her brow furrowed with worry. "Look, I- I know this is uncomfortable, Arum, but- but I know that you've tried to get Damien to- to-"] The reason why Rilla is leading this conversation is partially because Damien hasn’t fully discussed this with her, mostly out of a concern for... like... not betraying Arum’s trust? What happened between Damien and Arum was between them, and Damien wasn’t comfortable outright blurting that to Rilla. This was one of the ones that doesn’t get told. Not directly at least. Another reason why Damien takes a verbal backseat here is that... well.. he’s already said his piece to Arum on this front. The waters brought you here to live is a pretty definitive statement, yeah?

["What? Wh-what did you tell her?" Arum says, turning towards Damien, and he means to snap but his tone sounds more hurt than furious. Damien only sits, his hands clasped in his lap, his lips pressed tight together. "What did you say, knight?"] And, clearly, Damien’s instincts on that front were right. Arum is mortified by the idea that Damien would have aired his (as Arum thinks of it) weakness, and hopelessness. He’s hurt, that Damien might tell on him when it doesn’t matter because it didn’t happen, and he doesn’t feel that way now so clearly it doesn’t matter-

["He didn't tell me anything, Arum." She shakes her head, angling her body a bit more between them, leaning closer.] Rilla knows him too well by now. Tries to head off that hurt/anger and get them on track.

["Nothing specific, at least, but I'm not stupid. I heard you goading him plenty of times, and he said you told him about your- your work before we left, and he said that if he killed you then, it wouldn't have been a slaying and really there's only one way to interpret that evidence-" she pauses, cringes, bites her lip. "You tried to get Damien to kill you."] “it wouldn’t have been a slaying” was always a particular... phrasing that hurt me, i guess you could say.

[Arum freezes, his mouth going dry.] Arum does not like being confronted with his own weaknesses, as he sees them. He especially doesn’t want Amaryllis of all people to know about this- bad enough that Damien had to know.

["I don't know if it was because of guilt or- or depression or panic about the trip or what, but- but I already told you, Arum. I didn't put in all this hard work just for you to die. Just for you to throw all of it away-"] It was, in all honestly, a combination of these factors. Which is part of why Arum continues to panic. he’s still not really used to being seen, especially not in such a vulnerable way.

["I am home, Amaryllis," he manages in a whisper. "You brought me home. There will certainly be no reason for me to- to endanger myself now."] When you’re suicidal, it’s kind of hard to imagine what it’s like to not be suicidal. When you’re out of one of those valleys, it’s kind of hard to remember how deep they can feel. he doesn’t want to think about it. he’s happy right now. he has more than he could have ever dreamed possible, so it’s really hard for him to conceptualize that moment, right now. It’s hard, and it hurts.

["No?" she says weakly. "There wasn't any reason for you to try to goad Damien into killing you back in the hut, either, Arum, but you did it anyway."] no reasons that make sense outside of Depression Brain, at least.

["I-" Arum glances away again, his hand flexing, but she reaches out and takes one of his hands, squeezing tight. His eyes flick to Sir Damien, sitting quiet though his worried eyes are fixed on the pair of them. "I- that was- different-"] He has SUCH a hard time articulating this. Combine that with the fact that he really HATES talking about it. Lizard is having a panic.

["Different how, Arum?"] Rilla is pushing really hard, here, for good reason. She’s terrified that he might pull something after they leave. she hasn’t been away from him barely at ALL in MONTHS, and now she knows he’s suicidal, which is compounding the terror she already has about leaving him. She wants to protect him, from other monsters, from knights, from himself if she needs to. She loves him and she wants him to be safe and happy and if she needs to gently bully him through an uncomfortable conversation then by the fucking saints-

["I did not want you to endanger yourself for me, Amaryllis," he hisses, turning towards her with his tail thrashing. "You- you make the world less cruel, by your actions, your choices, your existence. The both of you. You try, if nothing else, and for you to leap to action and danger for my sake is- was-"] And he breaks. That was the real kicker of it, y’know? She found out that he needed to go home for his Keep and she buckled down, for him, after he had just been confronted with evidence of his former work and the ways it had directly harmed a human he loves. How could he possibly feel like he deserved that sort of care, that sort of consideration? How could he allow her to risk her own safety to get him home? He failed the Keep, he failed her, he failed himself-

in that moment, he was utterly certain that it was better for him to simply set them ALL back in their places. Amaryllis might be unhappy that he was gone, but it would be precisely the same hurt that she would have when she left him at home anyway, wouldn’t it? (pro-tip: No It Wouldn’t) Damien would simply return to being the knight he was always meant to be, and the Keep could grow a new familiar, unburdened by his distant, useless weight (pro-tip: No They Wouldn’t). And there would be no more risk to any of them for his sake. 

[She stares up into his eyes, her hand clasped tight around his wrist, and he clenches his teeth and pretends that his throat is not aching.] It is so hard to explain this to her. Especially while he is... currently fairly distant from the feeling. He’s keyed up, emotionally, because of his renewed proximity to the keep, and because of the giddiness of newly-admitted love. Literally everything feels like A Lot, right now. but this? next level distress.

["If helping me destroyed you, it would be the worst of cruelties I have inflicted upon this world. And I, Amaryllis, have inflicted more than my share of cruelties already."] ouch. I feel like i’ve already unpacked this so just. ouch.

["So you try to take yourself out of the picture instead? Arum-"] She’s horrified. She understands the particularities of Damien’s anxiety by now, how bad that can get, but Arum’s been pretty internal with his own mental health stuff and whatever hints she’s been catching have been somewhat obscured as possibly just... responses to the physical trauma? Him being actively suicidal when he was basically out of the woods physically is... hard for her to cope with.

["The little knight did not bite when provoked regardless, so I hardly see how it matters," Arum growls, and in his periphery he sees Damien flinch, his head ducking.] oh poor Damien. Thinking about how close he actually did come, to ‘biting’

[Amaryllis' grip on his wrist tightens. "You do know that's not comforting, right?] It’s really not. Putting the onus on Damien like that- god, fuck. [It matters because I- because we love you, and because if you die, Arum, you'll be dead. Even if you were trying to protect us in some roundabout way-"] back when this scene was placed before the i-love-yous, that line was “It matters because I- because I care about you,” for... obvious reasons. Rilla, unsurprisingly, is about as bad as Damien is, at hiding her feelings once she admits to them the first time.

[Arum flinches, and she pauses, pressing her lips together for a moment as she visibly chooses a different phrasing.] She knows him well enough by now to understand that he’s flinching because saying that it was altruistic to want to protect him... she knows she shouldn’t push against that.

["If you had managed to convince Damien to do it, it'd be cruel, first of all. He doesn't deserve that kind of guilt weighing on him. And second, again, you would be dead, Arum.] It would be cruel. I think about Rilla’s assessment of Damien from Treacherous Heart sometimes, about the potential deadliness of real guilt for Damien... if he really broke in that moment and loosed that arrow- it would have destroyed him. Especially at that point, when he cared about Arum, even if he didn’t have any proper context to fit that care into, and when he knows how much this creature means to Rilla- RILLA’S heartbreak if she had to come back to that- to that? when she thinks she’s coming back to pack him up for home? when she knows that she loves Arum but is forcing herself to ignore it and push it down and away? Arum killing himself by Damien’s hand in that moment would have destroyed all of them, in a way. but! hey, that’s not the kind of fic i write, yeah? oof. I just think about what-if’s a lot and make myself sad.

Rilla’s emphasis on the kind of hyper-obvious here is... deliberate, also. if you died you’d be dead is something of a redundant statement, duh, but also like... the permanent consequences of a temporary state of mind are fucking important, and Rilla needs to make sure that he understands what he nearly did, and why it matters, and why she’s SCARED for him.

anyway this was a whole fuck of a lot. i hope any of this is interesting or enjoyable and not just. heavy. whoops.

[gamerwoo]

We are mutuals, and you're the only person I feel like I can send this to but like I am dying trying to write somethingggg. no one talks to me on my blog, and it kills my inspiration and will to write and I just wanted to vent to you bc you're a lovely sweet baby angel muffin top and I just wanted someone to listen to me whine peace out~

No dude I completely get that. Not having anybody speak to you sucks because you feel like you’re being ignored, and that honestly happens to me with some of my ideas I wanna do. Like when I wanna do scenarios n stuff and I get ignored it just feels really shitty so I get it. BUT you gotta remember most writers started from nowhere. Like, I had no friends and no followers when I started posting my writing, and you slowly just build it up because people find your writing and love it and they’ll start talking to you. Please don’t feel too discouraged!!! (but your feelings are still valid even if you do)

[storge]

Heyy Zoe, how are you liking the murder in kairoutei? I saw some ppl on the bird app talking about how they didn’t like it. I really wanna watch it for Steven Zhang, but I have so many other shows piled up 😭

Hello there friend! I actually like it quite a bit. It’s only been 4 eps so its still kinda in the intro stage but i think it’s moving along fine. If you want to watch for Steven Zhang then yesssss I think you should. He is very good in it. Tbh the Main leads are both great and their scenes are mmmhmm their something somethingggg. I must warn you tho.... this isn’t a straight Romance drama. It’s a corporate work “Cheng Cheng I am your father” mystery drama that has romance between the leads. I think maybe that's why people are not liking it(?). The only thing I don’t like about it is the Nephew that's your typical TRASHHHH who parents won’t let him be accountable for his actions. Other than him everything else is fine. You should try it friend!

Now in regards to your long list of piling up shows... Sorry friend, that's a YOU problem 😂😂😂😂😂. Srsly tho, this show is only gonna be 12 eps. You can wait till it’s all over and bingeeee. No harm no foul.

[aanglican]

uncle iroh’s too perfect. even with a background like his in a story like atla, he still came out of it too perfect. but i want to see him forgiven by some and also unforgiven by others. you can have him redeemed but also question on whose terms that redemption was. i want him to have that look on his eye when he’s noticing changes in zuko and is reminded of himself & then he has to take a break and leave the room to calm himself down a bit. when zuko left iroh to go out on his own and see what life is like for earth kingdom residents, let’s also see scenes of iroh guiltily trudging through towns and villages looking the same way. him offering tea to toph when they meet not just cus he’s an hospitable ole guy but because she looks like somebody he watched get killed without remorse not so long ago. etc etc JUST GIVE ME SOMETHINGGGG

being a parallel to zuko’s own character, uncle iroh really bores the shit out of me. i really wish both the show and the fans laid off from the ‘morally upright & zen old man’ mold with him and just knocked him off his pedestal a bit more.

we never really get to the meat and bone of his feelings about his own redemption. he was the heir to the fire nation and a vicious general who tried to bring down ba sing se— his background is rich yet very rarely touched upon. only here and there’s some mention of how he’s changed and once or twice it was played off as wacky, out of all things. i don’t feel a sense of urgency or tangibility about it at all. it’s just there to be yet another impressive thing about him, like being an elite member of the white lotus; both the slayer and keeper of dragons; and the perfect model of a surrogate father.

most times i feel like just about everyone is content to let him be the inspirational quotes dude and i’m just so bored with it all.