#I feel bad for those who had a rough time and left the fandom- I wish them the best of luck

[clownsuu]

Bro, people on TikTok keep saying that they're “nostalgic for the old days of Welcome Home!” and that “Welcome Home was dead but it's coming back now!”

Like dude, Welcome Home has been here for a little less than a year, there's nothing to be nostalgic about, at least not YET.

Fucking hell man, I feel like a Boomer trying to talk to some Gen Alpha kids, they're all thinking that fandoms are suppose to be short-lived, jesus christ.

I don’t blame them too much, since they are not quite used to fandoms naturally descending and are quick to panic that it’s “completely dead”

Specially since the fandom had such a huge flux of community, art and discussions happening everywhere all at once and for it to slowly die down- naturally people will move on to other things and opinions are bound to change while the younger more naive individuals will wonder what’s wrong and create general assumptions that are not entirely accurate

[httpsvgin]

ᯓ “IN YOUR WILDEST

DREAMS.” ۶ৎ

“he’s so tall, and handsome as hell, he’s so bad, but he does it so well.” (TAYLOR SWIFT.)

BY @MZLLSIT!!! ᥫ᭡

PAIRING. hwang in-ho & fem!reader.

FANDOM. squid game (seasontwo.) ꪆৎ

T!W. shameless smut. porn with plot. angst. blowjobs. slight age difference. gagging. rough oral sex. violence. blood. slight manipulative in-ho?? (not as bad as it sounds.)

GENRE. smut, slight fluff?

“PART TWO OF ‘SAID YOU’RE A WILD

MUSTANG’ AS REQUESTED!!!!

(I SUGGEST READING ^ FIRST AS THE PLOT WOULD MATCH UP EASIER FOR YOU!!!

SUMMARY. ᝰ.ᐟ the day following yours and in-ho’s small.. ‘interaction’ left you feeling hopeless as you found that he had been avoiding you since the second he left you vulnerable in that bathroom. a million questions spiralled in your head to what possibly could be the reason he was acting so stubborn and hell, did you want your answers. taking matter into your own hands, you cornered in-ho into giving you the answers you want and deserve.. until you found yourself in a rather.. sticky situation?

!!!!AUTHORS NOTE!!!!! . . . in this fanfic i twisted up the story a smudge and basically removed the whole last scene of the rebellion and replaced it with the aftermath of the night games and the players making their way up toward their 4th game just so this story would kinda like make sense bruh??? and on another note the comments left on my last post were so supportive istg my ego is through the roof yall i love it. also, im thinking of writing a story with the love interest being sangwoo cuz hes been my man since day one guys. lmk who u want to see me write about next and thank you so much for all your support!!!!!!!! ᥫ᭡

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the hours following after the blood bath that erupted amongst the players felt as though they could last a million lifetimes. you watched as the pink covered guards entered the room with those obnoxious boxes, plush and dark with a taunting pink bow on the top just to add another “fuck you” to the players about their power while they scrooped up the bodies of the dead.

blood seemed to be on every surface your eyes could catch, the floor, walls, even the beds as you watched a guard carry a limp body of a woman who’s stomach was mutilated and open for all to see, her eyes fluttered shut to show she probably was attacked in her sleep. you couldn’t help but feel bile rise in the back of your throat at the scene, swallowing the acid back down to your stomach with a trembling lip. how can anyone be so fucking inhumane?

yet while you fought away your vomit, your eyes pinned onto a familiar body who was being carried into a box. nam-yu’s wide, dead eyes felt as though they were following your live ones as they lowered him into the box. instantly your mind snapped to the memory of in-ho puncturing the metal pole in through his heart and feeling his warm, crimson blood drip along down your face before his body collapsed ontop of you. this time, your final view of the man who tried to end your life was left with a hole through his body and his head tilted up to stare at the ceiling as they slid the lid of the box over his body.

and yet the man who saved your life seemed to have removed himself from it completely as he sat in the same corner with gi-hun, jung-bae and the rest of their alliance, his eyes staring at the ground with what looked like guilt but with feeling your eyes on him, he tilted his own to look back at you for a short moment which made your heart rattled against your chest before his attention was quickly yanked away as jung-bae opened his mouth to talk.

so here you sat across the room, feeling like a crumb that was kicked under the carpet, longed to be forgot about. not even an hour ago he was staring up at you from between your legs like you were a prized antique, fragile and precious and made to be cherished. now here he is, running a firm hand through his messy hair, not daring to look in your direction. how man like of him.

biting the flesh from under your finger nails you sat a few bunk beds away from your group while the x’s stayed firm in their side of the room but this time each of the sides were down by far more numbers and looked slightly more frightened than ever before.

“hey. .” a soft voice came and dragged you out of your thoughts as you turned your head at the sound of your name. player 120 looked down at you softly, hands tightly at her side to try not to spook you. “my god, i thought you were dead.” she whispered a little breathlessly as she smiled a sweet smile she knew you needed yet you could tell she was more than thrilled to see your face alive and well.

cho-hyun ji her name was, she was someone you stuck along side with during all of the games you played. she and her group recruited you to be theirs during the second game where you shocked your group with your skill of spinning top. to be honest, despite your angered shape it was more than soothing to see such a kind and comforting face after everything.

“come, sit with us.” slowly and carefully she brought her hand up to settle on your shoulder yet not firmly enough to scare you or pressure you.

your eyes were brought to the group who you found to be staring back at you with a smile, player 222, she held her large belly with one hand yet her other tapped the spot next to her, signalling you to sit. gi-hun, the leader you supposed also offered a kind smile toward your way where as in-ho’s dark eyes stared in way you couldn’t quiet put your tongue on. lust? anger? guilt? who knows, instead you took hyun-ji’s hand and followed her over to the rest of the group and ignored the fiery feeling in your stomach.

“ah-haha! there she is!” jung-bae called out from his seat on the stairs and before you could even respond he pulled you into a tight, suffocating embrace, his plump arms patting your back while he chuckled. “we thought we lost you for a second there!” you laughed kindly at the groups relief of seeing your face again and as jung-bae released his bear grip on you, from over his shoulder you caught eyes with in-ho, a strand of his dark hair fell over his eyes which looked like they darkened in colour at the view of you two, and fuck, did it make your stomach sink.

after your small reunion with the group you finally took your seat inbetween player 222 and gi-hun, who affirmed your nervousness with a warm smile yet you could see the pain from behind his eyes as he quickly returned his attention back toward the conversation jung-bae and his marine friend were bantering about. you guessed they were probably trying to make the best out of a bad situation judging by how deflated and scared most of you seemed.

your mind blurred with whatever conversation was happening amongst your friends and instead your eyes pinned to stare at the pink, square guards that stood at the metal double doors, then stared to in-ho, then back to the guards. what correlation did this man have with them? because hell, theres no way they would’ve opened that door even if you pleaded with your whole life and still they allowed him with you at his side to slide away from death and into heavens gates? it made no sense to you at all. and why was it so easy for him to act as though nothing between you had even happened not even a few hours ago when it was eating you up from the inside not to scream in his face.

maybe im overreacting? you thought. anyone in this room is just as desperate for sex, he probably saw you in that bathroom as a stress reliever, a one ‘night’ stand that he could easily slip away from with no feelings attached? sure, it made sense, but nor did it stop the way you felt towards him and it definitely did not make sense on how easily those guards let him live. this man has power, and nobody else knows about it.

and you were going to find out what is was, even if it costs you your life.

. . . .

“attention all players, the next game will commence shortly. please make your way toward the game hall!” the ai voice called from the several speakers around the room to which everyone began to shakily rise from their spots, making their way to the now opened doors.

“any idea on what the next games could be?” you heard jung-bae ask gi-hun, to which gi-hu replied with a tight shrug, assuring that the games have changed since the last time he played and that it was completely out of his power. gi-hun was kind and definitely did not deserve all that was racking on his shoulders, besides, he was a good man with a good heart.

you stuck behind the crowd, following tightly behind hyun-ji while the rest of your group walked through the doors to where the bright colours of the spiralled hallways illuminated and burnt your eyes. in-ho followed closely behind you, alone, and you could practically feel the way his eyes burnt holes at the back of your head. this was your opportunity.

hyun-ji chatted alongside player 246, making their way hastily up the stairs while you shortened your steps, slowing your legs down down and listening quietly to in-ho behind, who’s steps were beginning to match your pace.

waiting until you were out of sight, you twisted your head around to face in-ho behind you before using all your strength to pull and yank him up against the wall, anger lacing your eyes. even though you were at an advantage, his height still towered over you, like he could swallow you whole as he stared down at you, grinning. you felt vulnerable at how beautiful he looked pinned against a wall, keeping his eyes calm and settled on you, hair messy and scattered along his relaxed features.

“mm, little girl finally found her strength, yeah?” his tone was glazed sweetly like honey with a hint of sarcasm laced on his tongue as he took the view of you, knitted eyebrows, hair pulled back into a loose bun as you panted harshly with your hand tight against his chest, trying to keep him still.

“youve been avoiding me.” your chest heaved, staring into his souls with attempted anger yet a slight glisten of lust shimmer behind your eyes. the way you had him pinned reminded you of how he had you in that bathroom, pretty face buried between your legs and eating you out like a man starved of thirst. it sent your thighs to clench just at the thought.

“i have reasons.” his tongue poked on the inside of his cheek, the nerves in his jaw clenched for a moment yet he never broke eye contact or even tried to move out of your grip.

“oh yeah? what reasons, cause i sure as hell know theres something up with you.” you gripped his shirt harder under your shaking hands, yanking his shirt forward in attempt to gain your dominance. he laughed. right in your fucking face, soft and innocent but fuck did it damage your ego.

“reasons that don’t concern you, sweetheart.” the nickname rolled on his tongue in a way that sent butterflies to spiral in the pit of your stomach and your cheeks to flush in a soft pink colour. “now, are we going to do this the nice way, or my way.”

now it was your turn to laugh, cocking an eyebrow and yanking his shirt tighter toward you so his face was inches from yours. “you don’t fucking scare me, in-ho.” you spat, face now laced with seriousness as you stood you firm ground.

“well, so be it.” he shrugged firmly before his hand wrenched around your wrist and yanking it behind your back in a split second. crying out in pain, he shoved your back against him to where your ass pressed firmly against his front while his other hand wrapped around your mouth to muffle your yells. your free arm clawed and slapped against the arm that quietened you yet his strength overpowered yours so easily.

“why’d you have to be so difficult, hm?” his lips were so close to your ear lobe that his hot breath ticked against the plush of your neck.

“fuck you..” you whispered out from a shaky breath, feeling embarrassed at how quickly the tables turned in just a few seconds. then, he chuckled again, but instead this one came out darker.

“as you wish.” he whispered into the crook of your neck before grabbing both your wrists with one hand and used his other to yank the door handle behind him that his back pressed against, shoving you both inside.

the first thing that caught your eye was the long walk way and how nearly every material of the room was covered in gold decor, walls covered in black paint with shelves of whiskey and liquor that probably dated back to centuries ago sat behind a glass case while in the centre sat a large tv half the size of the room. on the screen played footage of the players still walking up the stairs to the game, in front sat a plush, leather couch with a side table that had a half drank glass of bourbon ontop. next to that sat a mask, yet it was different from the one the guards wore and it made your skin tingle.

yet your wondering eyes were stopped in their tracks as in-ho pressed himself tighter against your lower back before leading you forward through the walkway, his breathe tickling softly against your skin.

“you’re shaking.” he spoke against your pulse point in your neck, still pining your wrist behind you as he walked you like a fucking dog toward the plush sofa to where he brought you round to the front. slowly, his long fingers trailed up your body, not once letting his lips leave your skin as he practically inhaled your scent. eventually they landed on your clothed shoulder before he pressed down on it for you to lower yourself down on your knees.

fuck. you tried to swallow the lump that grew in your throat as you sat on your knees in front of him, watching as he man spread out before you, arms resting behind him while he stared down at you with that same fucking smirk that made you clench your legs.

“who are you working fo—“ the words muffled your throat before you were shoved face first into his crotch, feeling his hard erection through the material of his joggers. he rubbed your cheek against the bulge in his trousers and you swore you heard a small, whiny hum from his lips.

“shh.. why don’t you use that pretty mouth of yours for a greater good, hm?” his large palm petted the back of your head, stroking you like you were a soft animal as you swallowed the gathering saliva that gathered anxiously in your mouth. “do me well and ill answer any questions you have for me, sweetheart. deal?”

you nodded your chin up and down as you slowly edged your finger to the waist band of his tracksuit bottoms, pulling them slowly with shaking fingers. feeling your trembling touch, in-ho brought a warm palm to your cheek, thumb running comfortingly over the scar left under your eye as his eyes glistened beautifully under the gold lighting. and shit, you swore you get sticky just at his touch.

“mhm, just like that.” he coed down at you quietly, treating you as precious that if he spoke to loud you would shatter like a piece of glass. being validated by him was a drug you never knew you needed, and hell, were you addicted. cautiously, you began pulling at his clothes again until they were down to his thighs, leaving him in a pair of calvin kline boxer briefs. hot and ironic, judging his rich scent you werent exactly surprised to see them with his large bulge staring back at you.

for a moment, you looked up at him to where he was already staring back down at you, palm still cupping your cheek as he gave a gentle nod of approval before your finger tips brushed at the elastic top of his pants as softly yanking them down. fuck.

his size practically made your mouth gape open slightly, your wide eyes taking in the mouthwatering sight. a baby pink tip beaded and glistened with pre-cum while a pretty vein ran along the side of his cock, starting from his base and traveling the full way to the tip. you gulped at his girth, fantasising at how perfectly he could satisfyingly fill you up against this fucking couch.

“please.” he mumbled, sounding breathless already and slightly needy as he took one hand to gather your soft hair into a ponytail before shoving your head down harshly on his cock, forcing his tip to stab against the back of your throat which made your eyes fill with tears as you choked.

bobbing your head up and down, your lips wrapped around his large girth perfectly while your palms sat firm on either side of his thighs for support. the sounds leaving his mouth were like they were sent from heaven, breathless and desperate, almost enough to make you cum there and then. his fingers interlinked with the roots on your hair, tugging on the strands.

bringing yourself up from his cock, you admired the way it glistened with your saliva as you caught your breath. for a moment, you looked up to capture the view of this man, his head tilted back as his adams apple bobbed in his throat while his eyes wrenched shut. he was fucking beautiful and vulnerable while you sat in between his legs, it made you want to suck him dry until he cried out your name to stop.

gently, you leaned you head back down to his tip, using your tongue to kitten lick around the base to taste the sweetness of his pre-cum. this caused in-ho to grip at your hair painfully, letting out a deep groan at the way you teased his sensitive tip.

“who do you work for?” you whispered against his length and you swore you felt it twitch between your hand as you used one to work at the base of his cock while your tongue remained along his tip, licking long stripes.

“i dont work for nobody.” he grumbled from the couch, tucking a loose strand of your hair behind your ear, his chest heaving slightly at how beautifully you worked and treated him. “what makes you think i do, hm?”

“during the night those guards just—“ you gripped on the meat of his thigh as he shoved your mouth back down on his cock, making you gag out loudly against him which sent shivers down his spine at the vibration. tears battled behind your eyes at the burning that began to ride in the back of your throat yet his cock continued to thrust harsher and deeper between your lips.

you couldn’t even breathe against him, yet he couldn’t give less of a shit as he continued to shove his dick balls deep in your snappy mouth that got you in this position in the first place. sucking and gagging along his cock felt euphoric for you, even leaving your panties wet with your slick yet you attempted to cross your legs at the uncomfortable, sticky feeling that grew in between them.

squeezing on his thighs, you felt hot tears stream from your cheeks while your mouth battled with the roughness of his thrusts as he fucked your mouth vigorously. soon enough, your knees bucked at the way he twitched in your mouth before his warm cum coated every surface of your mouth, filling you up completely.

“fuck..” he panted harshly, letting go of the grip of hair he held to look down at you with your mouth full of cum. your lips were puffy and pink while your cheeks stained with tears as you swallowed harshly, his taste leaving a sweet tingle on your tongue. then, he took your face in with hand hand, lifting your chin up to look at him as he squeezed both sides of your cheeks between his fingers.

“look at me when i talk to you.” he grunted down at you, fluttering your eyelashes to look at his face with your glossy eyes as you sniffled slightly. taking one hand, he wiped a drip of cum from the crease of your lips before tugging at your hair to open your mouth. sliding his thumb between your lips, you licked of the residue with the warmth of your tongue, then softly he removed it with a short pop.

“you’re a smart girl, yeah? but not smart enough to understand what danger you have put yourself in.” his tone was gentle, yet his words made your heart thump wildly against your chest. the fuck does that mean? you wanted to ask, yet you chewed on your tongue to not do so.

“i dont.. understand?” you almost choked on your words, eyebrows knotting into a thrown as you felt just as clueless as before, yet this time with a slight bit of your dignity stripped judging by the fact you had to suck off a potentially dangerous stranger because you were curious.. well, not just that. but still, he had your mind lopped in confusion thats for sure.

“i don’t expect you to, sweetheart.” he coed, twirling your soft hair between his finger tips while his other still remained on keeping your chin up at him. “but, please, understand this.”

slowly, he lowered his head down toward yours, brushing his thumb along the softness of your bottom lip. in-ho stopped to trace his lips along your ear lobe, nibbling at the soft skin before opening his mouth to whisper upon it. “if anyone even dares to hurt you, i promise ill chop off every single one of their fingers and serve them to you on a silver platter.” he chuckled against your neck, licking a nipping at the skin as he felt you tremble bellow him.

“with their head as dessert.” he growled in your ear, violence and threat slashed on his tongue while he used his spare arm to scoop you up from the plush carpet floor and into the warmth of his lap. “do you understand that?”

“yes.” your bottom lip trembled and eyes widened with the seriousness of his tone, and fuck did he mean every word of it. nor did you hesitate to believe him either, taking your hands to wrap around the back of his neck and rest your chin into the crook of his neck, inhaling the expensive scent he let off.

“thats my girl.”

[moonxknightx]

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ : SAVE IN HIS ARMS : :;

╰┈➤ ❝ [PAIRING] ❞ Hwang In-ho x F!Reader

・❥・GENRE: Fluff and slight angst?

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆FANDOM: Squid Game

ੈ✩‧₊˚ WARNINGS: None!

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥SUMMARY: In the chaos of the third game, you were trampled and left helpless—until In-ho found you. Carrying you to safety, he calmed your panic, proving you weren’t alone.

YOU’D THOUGHT THE FIRST GAME WAS BAD—Red Light, Green Light with its chilling, mechanical doll and the blood-curdling sound of gunshots that had followed anyone who dared to move at the wrong time. The sight of so many bodies dropping like flies was forever burned into your memory. But you had made it through, sticking close to In-ho and a few other players who seemed capable of keeping their cool under pressure.

The second game, Six Legs, had pushed you even closer to the edge. Six people tied together by the ankles, forced to move as one cohesive unit while completing a series of absurd mini-games. The first challenge involved a game of Ddakji, followed by Flying stone, Gong-gi, Spinning top and at last Jegi. Every challenge was absolutely nerve wracking. Every stumble risked pulling the entire group down.

“Stop panicking,” In-ho had said sharply when it was your turn to play Gong-gi. His tone was firm but not unkind, and his steady grip on your arm had kept you from collapsing altogether.

“I’m trying,” you’d whispered, your voice barely audible over the yelling of other groups.

“You’ll be fine,” he had replied, glancing at you with those piercing eyes. “Just focus on me.”

It was his calm presence that had carried you through. Somehow, your group had made it out alive, but not without leaving a part of your sanity behind.

Now, the third game was underway, and the tension was unbearable.

The platform beneath your feet spun relentlessly, the dizzying motion making it hard to stay upright. The eerie song blaring over the speakers didn’t help; its cheerful notes felt like a cruel joke, mocking your desperation.

You clung to the rail for balance, your eyes scanning the crowd for In-ho. He stood a few feet away, his tall, composed frame unshaken by the platform’s motion. Gi-hun, Jung-bea, and Dea-ho were close by, the four of them keeping together in a loose cluster. You tried to move toward them, but the spinning platform made every step feel like a gamble.

Finally, the music stopped.

The platform jolted to a halt, nearly sending you to your knees. The sudden silence was deafening, broken only by the sound of heavy breathing and shuffling feet.

“Two,” the woman’s voice announced over the speakers, detached and emotionless.

For a moment, there was silence as the words registered. Then chaos erupted. Players screamed, shoving and clawing at one another in their desperation to find a partner.

You stumbled forward, trying to push your way through the throng of bodies. “In-ho!” you called out, your voice trembling with panic.

Through the chaos, you caught a glimpse of him, his sharp gaze scanning the crowd. He was moving toward you, his path deliberate, but the surging mass of players made it nearly impossible to reach him.

“Time is running out. Please form your groups,” the woman’s voice droned on, unbothered by the chaos.

Someone slammed into you from behind, sending you sprawling to the ground. Your palms scraped against the rough surface of the platform, and a sharp pain shot through your ankle as someone stepped on it in their frantic rush.

You cried out, clutching your leg as tears blurred your vision. The crowd swirled around you, an unrelenting tide of fear and desperation.

Just as despair began to set in, a hand grabbed yours—strong and familiar.

“In-ho,” you gasped, relief flooding through you as he pulled you upright.

His face was etched with determination, his dark eyes scanning you quickly. “Can you stand?” he asked, his voice low but urgent.

“I—I don’t think so,” you stammered, clutching your throbbing ankle. “I can’t run.”

He didn’t hesitate. Without another word, he scooped you into his arms, holding you against his chest as though you weighed nothing. “Hold on,” he said firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Your arms wrapped around his neck as he carried you through the chaos. The timer on the wall ticked down mercilessly, but In-ho moved with precision, weaving through the panicked players with ease.

“In-ho, what about the others?” you asked, your voice trembling.

“They’ll manage,” he replied curtly. His focus was entirely on you, his grip on you steady despite the chaos around him. “Right now, I’m getting you to safety.”

The sound of footsteps and shouting grew louder as players scrambled to find rooms, but In-ho didn’t falter. He pushed through the crowd, heading for an empty room just as the timer reached zero.

The door slammed shut behind you, sealing you off from the madness outside. The sound of gunshots echoed through the arena, each one sending a fresh wave of terror through you.

In-ho set you down gently on the floor, his hands lingering on your arms as he crouched in front of you. “Are you hurt anywhere else?” he asked, his voice softer now.

You shook your head, but the tears wouldn’t stop. “I almost died,” you whispered, your voice breaking.

“But you didn’t,” he said firmly. His hands cupped your face, his touch grounding you. “You’re safe now.”

The weight of his words brought a fresh wave of tears, and you buried your face in your hands, your shoulders shaking as you sobbed.

“I can’t do this,” you choked out. “I can’t—”

“Hey,” In-ho interrupted, his voice calm but commanding. He gently pulled your hands away from your face, forcing you to meet his gaze. “Look at me. Breathe.”

“I—I can’t,” you stammered, your chest heaving.

“Yes, you can,” he said firmly. He took one of your hands and pressed it against his chest. “Feel that? Match your breathing to mine.”

You closed your eyes, focusing on the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath your palm. Slowly, your breaths began to sync with his, the tightness in your chest easing bit by bit.

“There you go,” he murmured, his thumb brushing away the tears on your cheek. “You’re okay. I’ve got you.”

You nodded weakly, your tears slowing as his presence calmed you. “Thank you,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

In-ho’s expression softened, and for a moment, the hardness in his eyes gave way to something warmer. “You don’t need to thank me,” he said quietly. “I told you—I won’t let anything happen to you.”

For the first time since the games began, you felt a glimmer of hope. In his arms, amidst the terror of the arena, you felt something you hadn’t dared to feel in days: safe.

(A/N) First Squid game fanfic! While watching season 2 i totally fell in love with In-ho (let’s forget the fact that he’s the frontman) so of course i needed to write a short oneshot of him. Feel free to drop requests in my inbox!

[gaspshichat]

extremely long pearl appreciation post except this time i'm maintagging bc i want her to see this. she deserves to see this

she is the kindest soul ever. every bit message, every sub message, every gifted sub, and as many chat messages as possible are read. she genuinely doesn't want anyone to be left out

pearl had a rough start to stream today with a bunch of bots saying really weird things and someone revealing private information of hers which is weird. i have choice words for them but i'll keep myself pg for this post

it resulted in her having to turn on sub only mode which she said upset her. what did chat do?

they gifted probably around 200-500 subs to the community

pearl kept saying how bad she felt that she was practically forced into turning on sub only mode but she also said she didn't want her community gifting so many subs bc of an awful situation. they still did

i will always say that pearl is the nicest person ever. anytime smth bad happens to someone in chat, she's sympathetic and kind and gives them a message. anytime smth good happens to someone in chat, she's very excited and happy for them

it takes someone who is genuinely kind and selfless to do that. pearl does not have to read every bit message and sub message. but she does

her community reflects this kindness. i got broken up with two hours before valentine's day and told chat [bc streams for me are 6am-10am]. chat was so kind and gave me ideas on what to do with the flowers [which i did what they suggested!]

i've been in fandom communities for almost ten years now. pearl's is the kindest. there are so many people in chat i recognize [secret agent, sapphicwhimsy, kawaiitron, voxkeys, cardmoney, etc] that i look forward to seeing in chat. usually i dread seeing what happens in twitch chat's

not hers. hers are so full of kindness bc she is full of kindness and it just radiates and spreads to her community. yes it's fairly no nonsense, her deleting any weird messages, but that's to make sure it's a good place to be

i've been having nightmares and flashbacks recently due to reasons i wish to keep private. very few youtubers/streamers are able to help me sleep without those issues. pearl is one of them. her community is genuinely safe

i tell everyone interested in mcyt to watch pearl. i've been spreading pearl propaganda [/silly]. she deserves so much more than she has. pearl deserves the world

this is an extremely long post but i need to get my point across to her and anyone else, whether they're a pearl fan or not [yet]

pearl, we all love you and are proud to be part of the community. you are such a genuinely sweet person who deserves all the kindness in the world. i'm so sorry you had to deal with that bullshit [pardon my language]. it does genuinely suck but i hope the ~300 subs helped make you feel better hehe 🫶🫶

[nicksolemnlyswears]

DATING HAN LUE HEADCANONS

pairing: han lue x reader

word count: ~2k

warnings: 18+, no smut perse but mentions of it, language, not much really, this is pretty tame

a/n: hello there! it's been a while since i've written for this lovely man but i recently found this on my notes and figured it's a good time to finish it. this was a request i got a while ago, it was by an anon so anon if you see this, i got you!!

the request only asked for dating headcanons so there's not much plot in here unlike the waitress one.

i feel really bad cause i got my han girlies on my inbox asking for more han content and i've been jumping from fandom to fandom. i just need the last movie to come out to fuel the love i have for han.

enjoy <3

Han is a man who prefers long term relationships. Amongst a life full of chaos he relishes on those relationships he can lean back and find calm and comfort, someone he can rely on.

Doesn’t mean Han's not into hook ups though. Whenever he’s single he’ll have his fair share of one nights stands. At the end of the day he's a man with needs, especially since he loves putting his life on the line.

Han he keeps people in boxes: friends, off limits, hookups, and relationship material. Of course there’s also that box with bright red letters that spell TOXIC. Most people in that box are one night stands that thought they stood a chance after a hookup and became a little unhinged.

Whenever Han finds that person that is relationship material he doesn’t let them go. He’ll pursue them in his cool and nonchalant way. He’ll compliment them so smoothly they won’t notice until much later.

Han will invite you out to do random stuff, wording it as 'errands' and it’s only in the middle of it that you realize it’s a date. Lunch followed by a scenic walk in a park in Tokyo and then dessert? Definitely a date. It’s perfect because it takes those first date jitters out of the way.

You fall in love with him way too quickly and Han knows when you do. It's your own fault because once you realize you're head over heels you become this mumbling, blushing mess.

It was a smooth transition from friends to dating to being in a relationship and it's all because of Han. He's great at reading people and it helped him ease your nerves and figure out how you were feeling with every outing.

With entering a new relationship there's a period of getting to know the other person. Han is an open book, he doesn't see the point of hiding anything with the girl that might be his future. You either accept him as he is now or you don't and that's the end. He has nothing to hide although he tiptoes around his late teens.

When Han tells you of his life as a fugitive you don't believe him. You laugh in his face. Like, “Yeah, sure. You pulled off a heist in Brazil and stole from the richest mafia man with your posey of misfits. Hilarious.” Han shrugs and moves on.

You could've googled it but you don't. You just think Han had a rough upbringing he doesn’t like to talk about. Which is partly true but not the case. It comes to bite you in the ass afterwards.

Moving on, Han is not a fan of pecks on the lips. If it’s not a kiss that lasts more than 5 seconds don’t fucking bother. He’s an all or nothing kinda man, you know?

I mean it’s not like Han will fight you if you do but it's visible how he's left wanting more. You’ve learned your lesson the hard way. You’re in a rush and to say goodbye you quickly peck him on the lips and then Han will pull you back in and plant a good kiss in, successfully making you even more late.

That being said Han adores kisses on the forehead or temple or back of the head. Han will randomly walk up to you while you do chores around the apartment and press a kiss to the back your head with his hands on your hips. Then he’ll walk off like nothing happened, leaving you all ☺️☺️.

Dating Han includes spending nightfall in each others arms. Resting in the increasingly comfortable sofa and raking your fingers through his hair, coaxing him to stay in.

"Do you have to go out, Hannie?" You whisper, scratching on his scalp making him shudder.

"I told them I'd be there." Han's response is muffled as he gets more comfortable, his face pressed against your breasts.

"But do you have to?" You insist as your other hand goes to scratch his back.

"I guess I can stay in and see them tomorrow night," Han sighs as he relaxes even more against you. He's far too comfortable and this cuddling will soon evolve into something much more exciting by the way you're hanging on to him.

For a time there Han pauses his life for you. He stops going to the races and ignores the calls of the Toretto crew to nurture your growing relationship.

By pausing Han completely ignores that other part of his life leading the Toretto gang to come to Tokyo. It’s not like Han meant to ignore them he was just enjoying his time with you so much that he didn’t realize how much time had gone. We’ll get into that later.

Han is not one to argue a lot. If you’re annoyed at him for one reason or another he’ll take it and try to distract you. Whether it’s by calling you a sweet nickname or holding you or kissing you.

But if it’s about something that puts you at risk Han will put his foot down. You went out with your friends late at night and walked home alone? Unacceptable. Do you know how many sickos are out there? That's when real arguments form because you can be so stubborn and independent. You can handle yourself. Han trusts you fully, it's the outside world he doesn't trust.

If you prioritize your job instead of your well being? Nope. Han will have to step in. Hell you don’t have to work if you don’t want to. He has enough money for the two of you. The idea of being taken care of like that is so tempting but you do like having your own life and money.

Sleepy, morning ‘I love you’s.’ That’s when he says those three words the most. You typically wake up before him so you’ll play with his hair and trace your fingertips on his back to softly wake him up.

It's mid morning and you've just woken up. You turn in bed to find Han sleeping on his stomach, his long hair covering his eyes and tickling his cheeks.

You brush the hair away from Han's face, tracing your fingertips over his face to softly wake him. You'd typically let him sleep in more but you had plans for the day and he insisted in driving you around.

He starts to stir and softly groans. Your hands go to his naked back, because he loves when you do that. "Good morning, handsome."

"Morning," he says, opening his eyes and looking at you. His voice deeper and rougher than normal. He clears his throat and pull you to him, kissing your head and muttering an, "I love you."

"I love you, more," you say, kissing his chest before wiggling out of his arms, "Time to get up, you promised me to take me to brunch before going to the grocery store."

Han will absolutely let you drive his precious car. Whenever you want to for as long as you want to. Doesn’t matter if you scratch it or pop a tire. He can fix his car no problem. As long as you're safe he's all in for it.

Will silently get off on you driving fast and changing the gears of the car expertly. At that moment Han is a spectator and you're the show. He understands all the other girls he's either been with or hooked up with and how they got turned on at him driving.

Driving a fast car is sexy.

Han is the kinkiest yet softest lover ever. He will try anything at least once but is not into the harsher parts of BDSM. Spanking and bondage is okay he sees the appeal and he likes it but not the crazy parts of it. Han's favorite position is when you ride him. Not reverse cowgirl though because he likes seeing your face and your chest bouncing. He loves your expressions and hearing the curses that slip from your lips.

Han is a slut for long, messy make out sessions. The one's that start slow and then build up. His tongue in your mouth or his in yours he doesn't have a preference. Your hands in his hair, pulling on it. Wandering hands but not going anywhere. The ones where when he pulls away there's a string of saliva between you two.

I'm sorry but Han is a handsy man. In public he'll hold back so he'll keep a hand on your hips or waist, an arm around your shoulder is more common though. If he's being cheeky he'll grab your ass in public. In private though? Oh, hands always on you. Hand on your ass, hand on your tit, on your thigh, always a hand on you.

Han loves to buy you clothes and lingerie. He takes note on what clothes you like and will buy you a bunch of those but will also buy you clothes he would go crazy seeing you wear. He will demand you model them for him.

Clothes like a little black dress, four or five inch, expensive, high heels, lacy lingerie sets. You will model them but then you'll end up in his bed, clothes still on.

Han is quiet in public but in private, with you? That man loves to yap, especially when you get him to talk about things he's extremely passionate about. It's hard to get him to shut up.

Han won't succumb to his friends teasing him about the fact that his whipped, or a simp, oor any nonsense like that. He has you and he loves you. There's nothing to be ashamed of.

The day Domenic Toretto knocks on your shared home is the day you're thrown for a spin.

Han is right behind you greeting one of his closest friends. He introduces you two happily, urging Dom to come in and take a seat.

You stay right besides Han in the couch across from the big man. You've heard a lot about Dom and it's all been great things. You're just shocked at the surprise visit.

They make small talk until Dom says, "We need your help, Han."

"Anything, Dom."

When Dom leaves you're too quiet. Han approaches you, giving you a look, "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong? This man just came here to ask for your help in a secret mission to take down this dangerous mercenary. How do you think I feel?" You exclaim overwhelmed at what was discussed.

"You sound very surprised. I told you about Brazil and my past," Han cocks his head curiously.

"I didn't think it was real, Hannie!" You yell, "I thought you had a rough upbringing and this was your way to joke and cover it up."

"I'm sorry," Han apologizes, pressing his forehead against yours.

"Are you really doing this?" You ask, scared of what might happen now.

"I have to. They need my help," Han responds, cupping your face in his hands. There are tears in your eyes, afraid of the new reality. Gone are the days of ignorant bliss.

"What about me?" The question was heavy and loaded. You only asked one question but there were hundreds in disguise.

"I'll be back in no time. You will stay here and stay safe, alright?"

Han left early the next morning. He woke you up with a hand on your cheek and another in your back. Han gave you a long, sweet kiss and whispered 'I love you.'

You were left at home with all this new information, your computer to google Brazil, and time.

ta-daaaa. i hope you guys enjoyed this. i know it's not a lot but i feel like i would be repeating myself since dating han headcanons is very much like the waitress headcanons, except without a plot.

i'm trying to get back into writing for han it's just a little hard since i feel like all my fictional crushes are pulling me apart, begging for my attention. my love for han is always there it's just not string enough to make me sit and write a lot. it's why i need this movie to come out asap.

you guys have been so patient so thank you for that. in any case i hope you like or enjoy some of my other work while i try and bring back han <3

[cosmereplay]

If you are having strong negative emotions about Wind and Truth after you finish it, and you're having a hard time expressing why, consider: maybe you are sad about the stuff around the book.

Let me explain, because this happened to me over the last week.

Sanderson's books are known to be emotionally pretty rough, and it's hard to read my favourite characters going through it. The ending is the end of an arc, not the whole story, so many things are left open-ended. On top of that, the characters grow and change, so the characters I have grown to love are different now! AUGH CHANGE!!

On top of that, for me personally I have relied a lot on the Stormlight fandom to help me laugh and distract from my shitty life, so to go through a month minimum where people are avoiding social media for spoilers purposes, or not posting, or have info that they can't share yet, is isolating and frustrating. Even though it's not anyone's fault, it's just change! (More change. Fuck)

Change brings its own grief. Many people will be moving on to other fandoms after this, or thinking about characters in different ways than I might want to. I might have to rebuild my community a little as people develop different obsessions or ideas. It's normal, and it's okay to be sad about it!

Anyway so after I finished reading the book I had a real depressive low for a bit. It's commonly known as post-vacation blues, the time after the thing you looked forward to, when you have to go back to regular life. That just by itself is a well known cause of temporary sadness/depression. No wonder I was having trouble getting out of bed 😅

There can be a temptation, especially for those of us who like to project our feelings onto characters, to take umbrage at this or that characterization, or pick the book apart to find things to be upset about. But if the critique is based off projecting emotions, then it won't be a solid argument and you'll probably end up having a bad time in a conversation with someone who is enjoying the literary critique.

I just started coming out of it today and realized hey, maybe the book isn't bad. Maybe I was just sad, for all these reasons. It'll still take months for me to digest it but that's just me, I'm a slow learner for literary stuff. At least now (after a couple good mopes) I can start thinking about my true opinions not clouded by grief.

So I thought I'd pass it on in case others might relate! If you don't relate that's fine. (ie This is a mental health post, this is not the place to tell me what you didn't like about the book, that's not what this post is about.)

[a-drifting-mannequin]

I need to apologize in advance if I get their lore, characteristics and literally everything wrong. I haven't finished watching the whole series yet but I'm desperate to write something.

Inspired by @opheliajupiter99 on my main blog abt Kremy

Motivated by @pyrit on one particular ask I sent a while ago

Magic out of hand

Fandom: Once Upon a Witchlight (Legends of Avantris)

Pairing: Gideon Coal/Kremy Lecroux; side Grimmorning that could be perceive as platonic

Warning: Slight body horror, badly written due to not having a good grip on the lore (blame the author)

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A daring escape, one might say. The krew had barely got out of trouble with their hides intact, but they were lucky that they did. Thank the Baron, Kremy did not have the energy to put up with more trouble today.

He wouldn't blame everything on anyone in the group, not tonight, not now. It was their night out, similar to the guy's night they once had when Frost was absent. This night, however, wouldn't be described as fun to Kremy's standard. Gideon had his fun, picking up girls with relative ease while he offered to pay for their drinks in hopes of getting someone home with him. Gricko drank his senses away while rambling about something that Frost seemed to find interesting.

Those specifics weren't the reason they got in trouble. Maybe. They all went about their usual business, drinking and laughing. Kremy had been dealing cards with a few good looking folks who looked like they had their pockets lined with money. Kremy needed that, the krew needed that. What with four extra mouths to feed, not counting Gideon and himself, Kremy had to do what he was best at if no one was going to step up.

The actual reason why they got in trouble in the first place was entirely Kremy's fault, but also partly Gideon's fault. He had way too much to drink that night, the rum tasted better than he initially thought after one sip. His tricks and hands were slower, the alcohol running his system made him sloppy, and one of the guys sitting there with him managed to catch a glimpse of him slipping to exchange the cards.

The next showdown between them weren't pretty.

The enormous man had pressed Kremy up against the wall with one hand, having him dangle his feet in air before placing them on the wall he was pressed up against. The tavern had gone quiet at the display, some still chattering but all eyes were trained on him. Gideon had been a fool not to hear the telltale noises of Kremy being in trouble before it was too late. Frost didn't drink anything the whole night, yet he still had trouble helping Kremy in the first place.

When Gideon finally realized, the man had already threw a punch to Kremy's face, kicking more than a breath out of him. Soon, he met solid ground in a bad way, with a foot on his chest, a knife at his throat with silent threats being thrown his way. Frost managed to keep the rest of his goons away from Kremy, but Gideon was late to start throwing punches at the man towering over the gator. By the time they left the tavern, Kremy was in pretty rough shape.

Gricko and Frost walked ahead, muttered apologize being tossed between them, Gricko occasionally looked up at Frost with guilty eyes. Gideon insisted on staying behind to help Kremy, though the gator doesn't feel like he should be grateful. Gideon was so busy with some floozy that somehow, he forgot that his job was to protect Kremy.

Even if Gricko didn't have much involvement with the situation, he still look pretty banged up with Gricko holding his bruised up arm, taking a sharp breath in every now and then.

"Don't worry, I'm sure we still got some bananyas back at camp." Gricko reassured everyone eventually, earning a small hum from Frost and silent nods from the rest.

Kremy had his arm around Gideon's shoulder, practically being manhandled by the genasi. Gideon had a few cuts here and there, but not as roughed up as Kremy at that moment. His suit was dirty too. Damnit.

Their camp soon came into sight and they all sighed in relief. The fire had died down to flickering embers, but it didn't take long for Gideon to start it back up. Kremy settled down with a painful grunt, holding his arm while mentally questioning if there was a cut on his neck. He definitely felt blood trickling there, but was still not sure.

Torbek sat in one of the many tents they had set up, with Hootsie snuggled up against him, half asleep. Kremy assumed the reason why the fire died is because Torbek was stuck with Hootsie on him so he just refused to move. Gricko came over and smiled down at the groggy Torbek, waving a hand over his face and offering to take Hootsie from him.

"Hold still Kremy." Frost said in that monotone of his that always made Kremy want to snap at him with how calm he sounded.

Frost barely shows emotions from time to time, but today he looked more worried. He made no movements to touch Kremy, his eyes scanning over his form in a way that made Kremy uncomfortable, like someone checking you out in public. The tabaxi hummed quietly and moved to the fire without another word.

Gricko fished out a few bananyas and tossed them at Gideon, who catched them clumsily. Torbek was offered one first by Gricko himself.

If he dies one day and it was Gideon's fault, may the Baron be good to him. Of course, he knew Gideon likes to run off a whole lot of times, but today was not acceptable. He straight up left him to die, one way or another, with some pretty girls buying him drinks for the night. Kremy didn't get the attraction that Gideon felt towards girls, he never did. And with their revealing clothes and breast, Gideon acts like he's tied to a string of one sided love.

"Kremy?" Gricko asked, shaking Kremy's arm gently as to not cause more damage. "You haven't taken a bananya yet." In Gricko's palm was the bananya that he didn't took. Maybe the last one even.

Kremy sighed and mutter a thank before taking it. Peeling it wasn't a problem, but his whole body ached and protested against any movements. Nevertheless, the rest already looked healed up besides him, so with some reluctance, he peeled it and took a slow, small bite.

Gideon was already helping Frost cook something even if he knew the big genasi couldn't cook very well. Gricko gone to tending Hootsie's feathers, comforting her since he was away for a while. Torbek stay silently in the tent, eyes casting around the area like paranoia was crawling on his back. Kremy pointedly ignored any glances or questions that might come from Gideon, giving only wordless nods when Gricko asked if he was alright.

Of course he wasn't alright, anyone with eyes would see that, even the ones who weren't trying. His suit is ruined, with dirty shoe prints on the fabric. His bowtie was in tatters, torn here and there for whatever reason he didn't bothered wondering. Gideon, of course it had to be Gideon's fault that he ended up like this. But, then again, he can't say it wasn't his fault as well, he had lots to drink so he has to be the one to blame as well.

His thoughts were cut short when he took another bite, not feeling healed up but rather more pained. His muscles still ached, his heart was still pounding in his ears, his scars and bruises didn't look any better. Another thought hit him, blaming Gricko for giving him a bananya that wasn't having the effects it usually does.

Another ache, then a sharp, stinging pain like a bullet being shot through his temple made Kremy groaned in agony.

This immediately attracted the group's attention, with Gideon being the first one to come to Kremy, reaching out and cradling him in his arms. Worry painted his face, his eyes searching but nothing came up. Gricko was half way off the ground, kneeling with one knee propped up, a hand suspended in the air that seemingly tried to reach out for the gator.

"Kremy, hey man, you alright?" Gideon asked, genuinely worried for him.

Kremy was just about to brush Gideon's worries off until another sharp pain presented itself near his ribcage, making him choked out a quiet groan.

Frost checked in with Gricko, cataloging everything that Gricko told him that he had given Kremy. Frost brows knitted together at the mention of the bananya, a hand coming up to hold his chin in a way that detectives usually do.

"Gricko, did you put the same amount in like you usually do?"

[rise-my-angel]

every fucking person in this fandom hates brandon and i have no idea why 😭 like sure, barbrey dustin alluded that he liked sex rough but that doesn't make anyone evil. i cant believe that's something i have to explain to people. people forget that 1) barbrey was talking about it as something she enjoyed 2) she was only guessing that brandon liked it too 3) barbrey dustin is by no means an objective account of anything. seriously people are so quick to hate on him when hes a dead man who is rarely talked about 💀💀 the only times we recieve any actual info about him is either from the mouth of his lover whos a bitter old widow, the words of the obsessive maniac who challenged him to a duel and was severely beat up, or in the thoughts of his heavily traumatised brother. none of whom can serve as objective outlooks as to what kind of person he was, his traits and complexities. the guy is dead. the only concrete thing we know about him is that he was arrested for trying to save his little sister and was murdered when trying to save his father. which is enough for me.

I think because we never know anything of Brandon until after he's dead, it's really easy for people to project onto him.

A lot of people I think take what they perceive as flaws in the Starks and put them all onto him as if he was the epitome of everything wrong with the Starks, when in reality the most notable thing Brandon did in his life, was not hesitate to ride to Kings Landing to save his sister, and was murdered for it.

He got into a duel and mutiliated Petyr Baelish for life? Well, Petyr personally challenged him first, and when Brandon won, instead of killing him as is tradtion for that sort of challenge, he listened to the pleading of his betrothed, and spared his life. Yes he left a scar, but the alternative was ending his life and Brandon chose to fufill the wish of the woman he was going to marry, telling us that he valued Catelyn's wishes and did things to make her happy.

Barbrey Dustin is an unreliable narrator, because she is so bitter towards the Starks and Ned specifically, that it is very hard to know what she says is real and what is being said after being built up in her mind for decades of bitter resentment. She resented that Rickard Stark didnt betroth Brandon to her, and I think she somewhat resented the fact that he didn't fight it and he happily accepted the to be wife he was to have in Catelyn. Barbrey has a very skewed image of Brandon because she refuses to see him in any light but through the bitter lens of once lovers, instead of seeing him as the man he was outside of her.

Ned feels guilt that he wasn't closer with Brandon. The only reason they weren't as close was because they were both sent by their father as wards to two far away places. Brandon in Barrowton where he met Barbrey, and Ned in the Eyrie. He wishes they had more time together and it's clearly why he doesn't send any of his children away as wards. Brandon is literally the reason why Ned raises Jon and Robb the way he does. He wants Jon and Robb to be what he and Brandon never had a chance to be, each others closest companions. Ned would've stood by Brandons side as his closest advisor and he raised Jon to be that for Robb because he wanted them to have what he and Brandon didnt get a chance too. Ned knew Brandon best, he wouldn't wish he could've had those chances if Brandon were a bad person.

We know so little of his person, but a lot of people project their greivances onto him and exaggerate the details as if to justify why they hate him so much. In reality, we don't know enough about Brandon to say what he was truly like, but it also means we don't know enough about him to actually hate him.

They hate what they've decided he stands for, and not what he's actually done. Which is bravely ride to face the royal family beside his father to rescue his little sister, and died for it.

People think we don't know enough about Brandon to like him, but we do know enough about Brandon, to understand why you shouldn't hate him. But people do anyways, because thats easier then acually crediting that Brandon was probably a man who was nuanced and multi layered and not the short tempered meat head womanizer people have decided was all he ever was.

[tending-the-hearth]

happy 10 year anniversary to this blog!!!

i'm about a month late on this post but i still wanted to make it bc i feel like this is an accomplishment to me!!! i've had this blog for officially a decade, and the past ten years have been so wild.

i was a freshman in high school when i started this blog, and honestly, i don't even know if anyone from all the way back then still follows me today, but this blog was my escape. it was the only social media my parents didn't know about, so i was fully able to be myself on here!

it honestly took a little while for me to find my footing, but i'm so very, very happy that i made the choice to create this blog and start posting.

i'm going to get a little bit sappy now.

ten years ago, i was in a very rough place mentally. i've mentioned it a few times here, but i was a victim of really severe bullying the entirety of elementary and middle school, for about seven years. it left me with some really bad anxiety, and i had a really hard time trusting people and letting them get close to me.

this blog changed all of that.

specifically, the blog i created five years after making this one.

i found content about cats the musical through this blog, and in 2019, decided to make a sideblog instead of clogging up this blog with all the posting i was doing for the musical.

because of that sideblog, i got to meet people that i now consider some of the best and closest friends i've ever had. i would not have those people in my life today if it hadn't been for this blog.

last year i experienced a really, really bad friendship breakup with someone who had been my best friend for nine years. it was absolutely awful, and my mental health was terrible, and one of the only things that would make me happy would be coming on here, scrolling through fandom tags, and chatting with my friends.

this blog has become something so special to me, this website has become something so special to me, and i'm so very happy i decided to make this blog all those years ago. little high school freshman me would be so happy to know how much of a positive impact that decision would make on my life.

happy ten years on this website to me <3

@queen-with-the-quill @storyweaverofgondor @maddys-nerd-blog

[moonstrider9904]

And so, the last Bad Batch Eve falls upon us.

It is surreal to think that a show that has meant so much to me for three years will come to an end. I've talked about how meaningful TBB is to me many times, and I most certainly will in the future, but I didn't want to pass on the opportunity to do it on the last Bad Batch Eve we'll officially have.

The night before Aftermath premiered, I'd struggled with some pretty bad anxiety. In the weeks following after that and throughout the first season, I dealt with depression and anxiety being diagnosed as well as an ear infection the doctor attributed to said mental illnesses. I went through a pretty bad breakup. The lockdowns were at their peak where I was. But despite that being a rough time, I also vividly remember being in my room at home, my favorite place in the world, eating my favorite food and drinking my favorite relaxing tea, hearing it rain outside, wearing my favorite hoodie and my PJs, watching/rewatching those season 1 episodes. Seeing Crosshair deal with the inhibitor chip seemed to echo some of what I was going through, i.e. having something in your head you couldn't really control. I wondered how afraid he must have felt, and I sympathized with him.

During S2, as Crosshair was off with the Empire, I was off living in my hometown the first time, away from my true home and my family, and I have to admit I was very lost during that time. I did make mistakes. I did return home, and I left it again, albeit now more ready, more prepared, more stable. But it was still a second time leaving home.

S3 Crosshair has all but solidified my intent in going back home and not freaking leaving and I really hope the day in which I can return home to my family the way he did is sooner rather than later. Seeing him grow, own up to his mistakes, forgive and be forgiven, learn to control what's in his head, and heal, feels like a very fitting peak to a journey, a journey that had and still has its ups and downs.

And let's not forget the writing and the fandom. I have written things I didn't think I'd write, things I've loved so much that part of me wants to go back in time and rewrite to experience the joy of doing it all over again (looking at Moonlight here lol). I have also made gifs, which I didn't ever imagine doing! I edited music videos and crack meme compilations, which I had wanted to do for years. Fear not, I'll keep doing all of that - slowly, yes, but not with any less love. Y'all are stuck with me. 😁🩷

And as if all I've mentioned wasn't already very valuable, I cannot forget all the beautiful, wonderful, amazing people I've met because of this show. People who I've learned from, laughed with, cried with, fangirled with, gamed with... every single one of you has been the icing on the cake, the lattice on the pie, the parmesan on the pasta. You have all truly made this worth it and make me love being in the fandom. You give what I do a greater purpose, and you have become people I am happy to call moots and friends. I am over the moon that this show allowed me to cross paths with you. @photogirl894 @rebekadjarin @darthzero22 @arctrooper69 @jedi-hawkins @stardustbee @s-pirth-lemonade @eloquentmoon @sageislostinspring @nahoney22 @freesia-writes @kimageddon @emperor-palpaminty @rainydaydream-gal18 @imabeautifulbutterfly @paperback-rascal @pankeki-25 @dragonrebelrose @dragonrider9905 @questforgalas @lightwise @zoruui @nunanuggets @misogirl828 and everyone else 🩵

I love The Bad Batch and what it's done for my life in so many aspects. I love these characters for their growth and because they were there for me when nobody was, and because they brought me to so many amazing people. I am grateful that this show exists and I cannot wait to keep creating all the stuff I have planned, writing or otherwise.

Thank you, Clone Force 99, and thank you everyone for being a part of this journey!

🩷🌙

[greetingfromthedead]

Hi Sooty, things in the world aren't so great now... It's hard to be positive now, and I hope you're doing okay too. Your works bring me a lot of comfort when times are rough, thank you. <3

But speaking of your works, I was thinking about how we should appreciate Vash's stubbornness sometimes lol. He's not a complete softie, he has his stern moments. If he were to see you down, or drowning in despair, I could see him clumsily, roughly, bumping his forehead to yours. With a light glare, Vash tells you to snap out of it. Him reminding you that it isn't all bad in the world, he knows right now sucks, it's the worst. But also, Vash pulling away from you slightly, to kiss your forehead. A soft murmured apology for the light headbutt, and him reminding you that nothing is permanent, things change. Just was thinking about how people tend to write him as soft comfort, which he can do, but we need to remember his rough (affectionate) parts too!

Hello, dear! <3

The world sure is messed up, but we gotta keep being brave and doing our best to stay positive. We can't give in to despair, so let's keep going, eyes forward! Let's be kind and headstrong, kind to ourselves and kind to others who are in the same position as us. Let us spread love and peace by whatever means necessary, just like a certain red coated man (hint: it's not Santa).

I am doing okay, that's the best way to put it unless I want to yap for the foreseeable future and I don't feel like it. I find comfort through writing and the sense of community surrounding this fandom and what I put out. If my fics help anyone else, I am all the more happy about it. I am really truly glad if what I write makes your day even a little better, be it via validation or just distraction.

Vash (in my head) definitely has some anger issues. But it's not so much anger than it is just feeling too much and too deeply. Like his emotions are so huge and he tries to shove them all into a manageable shape to be contained within him. There are situations where he gets so upset that the dam keeping his feelings in check just starts to leak, presenting as anger or tears. He is too stubborn to listen to anyone telling him that it is okay to feel different emotions and he deserves to cry and be angry. Vash himself is in denial about it, but he is also too worried what might happen if he does let go of control. He is always worried of being too much. That he will become a danger to those around him, not due to malice, but because humans are simply so much more fragile than him. I believe he has a chest full of feelings and the more he loves someone, the harder it is for him to hold on to that control over those pushed down and chained up emotions. I am CONVINCED that Vash has cuteness aggression. Nothing and no-one can tell me otherwise. Just seeing the person he loves wipes his mind clear at times, the love in his chest threatens to burst out and he just doesn't know what to do. He wants to squish and squeeze, but knows better than to do that. Seeing their loved one sad or upset has a similar effect, but it is stronger, because it is not just about keeping himself in check, but he has a deep desire to help and make things better. So it is a difficult balancing act where he sometimes becomes rougher than intended. He is tense and rigid, trying his best, but still he becomes more rough, nearly overwhelmed with his own feelings that want to escape him. If he has no other ideas left on how to comfort somebody, he resorts to willing things away. Just looking into the other's eyes and willing with all his might and the restrained feelings for them to feel better.

I am planning a little something for Valentine's Day, just HC for the boys and how they are while in love. I had already planned on writing some of the things I mentioned here in that post too, so guess this is a little sneaky peek at what's to (hopefully) come!

I hope my yapping is coherent, I am sleep deprived :P

Stay strong, love! Be brave and kind, especially towards yourself! You are not alone, you are appreciated and loved! Be a pain in the ass to those who don't want to see you succeed, and spite them by staying positive! Same goes for everybody else!

[urlocalnonbinarybastardwrites]

Hello hello! I hope you're having an amazing day! If not then I hope your day gets better!! I was kinda hesitant to try out your matchmaking because I've never done one before but also your blog is mainly The Outsiders and I didn't want to break the chain (if that makes sense?) with me randomly coming in asking for DC ^^. If you're not still part of the fandom that's totally okay! I'm fine with whatever fandom or can ignore!

I am a short queen standing at 5'0 😔😔. I have long black hair that goes down to my waist with chocolate brown eyes and wear glasses. I have a warm yellowish tone to my skin with a scar or two somewhere on my body either from minor surgery or being a bit clumsy 💀💀.

I like to think I'm a friendly person! When meeting people for the first time I'm very polite, though I can be a bit awkward sometimes when socializing but I do my best! With friends though I'm very silly and playful, I like to tease friends, mainly bringing up a slightly embarrassing story that I know we will all laugh together about. I'm very nice (maybe a little too much for my own good) and somewhat smart. I like to play along with the whole "aCTUalLY 🤓👆👓" skit because it gets a good giggle or two both from friends and myself. You could say I'm a bit of the mom friend? I stay observant when with friends, make sure no one is left out or if someone's having a bit of a rough day I stay mindful and check up on them if they need anything or just a simple shoulder to lean on/ear to talk to. Overall I'm a very bubbly person that likes to be silly at times! (Sorry I'm very bad at describing what kind of person I am 😔)

The things that I like: I am a very big book worm. I have a good pile of books on my desk that I absolutely adore, though they're mainly fantasy romance books (I'm a big sucker for those). I also ADORE the rain! From the sound it makes to how it smells just makes me go kind of feral. I also really love the ocean! If I could, I'd really want to just float in the deep blue or go exploring through underwater caves or shipwrecks (to live the mermaid dream 😔😔 CLEORR OH NAUR). I also do a bit of writing myself and dabble in video gaming!

Hopefully this was okay! I'm not the greatest in describing myself so I sort of just wrote down whatever was at the top of my head. I hope you have a wonderful day!! 🫶🫶🫶

No, I’m actually gonna thank you so much. I just happen to majority get outsiders requests, but I’ve been really wanting someone to try and break the chain so you’re actually doing me a huge favor dude

Your DC Universe Ship: Dick Grayson (Nightwing)

Explanation: starting off with your appearance , I think that he would be extremely attracted to you and I think that he loves the fact that that you’re short and would definitely tease you about it by lifting you up if you’re comfortable with that and just constantly making jokes about it. I think he would really love your eyes and constantly admiring them and staring into them. I think he also likes the fact that you both have pretty dark hair. I don’t know. I just feel like he would like matching with with you. he also completely relates to the Scar thing and if you ever felt insecure about them, he would definitely kiss them until you didn’t or show you his own scars to kind of tell you that it’s OK to have them. Personality wise I think that you two would get along very well because he definitely turns up the charm and is generally kind person who is also very clever and such, and I think that he would also love, teasing and teasing as his love language I mean, he loves teasing the rest of the bat and I think you guys would have a great time teasing each other. I think he would be good at setting boundaries about what he wasn’t OK with teasing him about and things like that and hopefully you’ll be good at setting boundaries as well. I think you guys could be a really healthy relationship, Which would be a good thing for him because he hasn’t had that many healthy relationships. He also really likes being silly as well and I think you guys would totally have a lot of fun together and just absolutely vibe with each other. He’s also a very observant person so I think that you two would definitely be similar in that aspect of coming from a place of helping people and noticing the small things that not everyone does. Many people think that out of the bat family Tim is the avid reader, but the truth is that everybody in the family reads. They just tend to read about their own interests like I think that Dick Grayson would highly prefer reading things like comedy and romance, and period dramas. he often gets teased for reading romance novels, but I think that he genuinely enjoys them and can understand that as long as he likes reading them nothing else really matters, including anyone else’s judgment, but as soon as he finds out that you like reading romance novels too I think you guys would that would just be one of your things that you do together and bond over it and I think you guys would have little discussions about characters and theories and just talk about how cute some characters are together and ship people, I think would be the best person to read a romance book with. I feel like he also really enjoys the rain just for the aesthetic. I also feel like he’s super grateful to have found you and being in such a healthy relationship and he’s definitely willing to work through some of his trauma so he can always improve on being a better person for you. YALL ARE CUTE I SHIP ��💙💙

[starsurfacemortalkombat]

Can I get headcanons for Regressor MK11 Kabal and Caregiver MK11 Kano? :3 (Romantic if that’s fine with you!)

I got you!! :D (Also slight warning that these are the emojis I used: ⚔️🫁!!!)

Also fun fact: I got into the MK11 Fandom through being a 1995 movie watcher and MK1 fan, so when I first met Kabal his name was "Keyblade Guy" because his weapons reminded me of Keyblades and I had no clue who this guy was :3

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

CG Kano & Regressor Kabal Hcs

⚔️ Kabal regresses to either super, super young, or about 4-5

🫁 Kano only found out about Kabals's regression when he returned to the Black Dragon (which was also the time they got back together, I like to think they broke up when he left the Black Dragon the first time)

⚔️ Stryker probably showed Kabal the coping mechanism when he was in the police force and that's how he learnt of it

🫁 Never actually regressed regressed until after he was burnt though

⚔️ The first time Kano ever saw Kabal regressed, he honestly thought Kabal was trying to play some prank on him and went along with it

🫁 Afterwards Kabal explained to him what age regression was but it probably took atleast three different coversations for Kano to finally understand what it truly was

⚔️ Although once it finally clicked in, he immediately began to take a Caregiver role

🫁Probably not well either at first, but the effort was definitely there

⚔️ There was a bunch of trial and error at first but everything's okay now

🫁 Kano's favorite CG nicknames for himself would be Dada or Uncle Kano

⚔️ Some of Kabals's little nicknames would be Koala (Kano swears it sounds like Kabal-ah), Little Guy, and Rascal

🫁 Kabal only regresses small small when he overthinks of his accident and starts feelings really horrible and icky

⚔️ He might try to hide away so Kano can't find him, but he always does

🫁 While neither men are exactly soft, those nights are the closest they'll ever come to

⚔️ Cuddles, whatever snacks Kabal wants, sweet words and promises

🫁 When not breaking down, Kabal is a MENISICE

⚔️ And Kano adores it

🫁 Kabal will totally use his super speed to steal those sweets Kano told him not to have, and honestly most times Kano might just turn a blind eye

⚔️ ^ Most times this backfires because Kano only told him not to have too many sweets because he'll get a tummy ache

🫁 And now Kanos the bad guy for not stopping him in time because his belly hurts >:(

⚔️ The only rule rules Kano sets in place are to make sure Kabal is safe and not accidently hurting himself

🫁 Kabal doesn't exactly break those rules, but he is definitely a patience tester at times (lovingly of course)

⚔️ How many almost curse words can he try before Kano crosses his arms? How many times can he try to deny something only to pout when he doesn't get it? How many times can he stare into Kano's eyes while slowly pushing his cup off the table?

🫁 Kano loves him for it though

⚔️ Kano's patience actually can last a very long time when Kabal's small

🫁 Mostly because he knows Kabal's just trying to have fun and what's the harm in a bit of fun, eh?

⚔️ But also because he knows that a quick snap of the fingers and a mean glare will get Kabal to stop whatever naughty thing he was doing

🫁 Kabal's favorite regression item is a stuffed bear he has

⚔️ The bear, however, is in . . . less than stable condition

🫁 It's been through some rough patches, and has some ‘bald’ spots on it

⚔️ But Kabal loves it the most because it was the first stuffie Kano got him when he found out about his regression (even thoigh he probably didn't understand it too much still)

🫁 Kabal doesn't necessarily throw hissy fits??

⚔️ It's already his way or the highway, and Kano's more than willing to be dragged around as long as his baby's happy

🫁 But when Kabal does do something like hit or break something, it'd probably be face the wall, don't move until the timers done

⚔️ But this is a Kano punishment, the minimum amount of time is like, ten whole minutes!!

🫁 That's like a whole day!! 🥺

⚔️ It's not, but Kabal will pout and moup as he drags himself to the corner

🫁 ^ Is definitely allowed to bring any stuffie of his choice because the one time he didn't Kabal absolutely freaked out half way through and they spent the rest of the day cuddling

⚔️ Cuddle sessions are required after any time out too

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Ngl, Kabal is so confusing. You can really change his personality depending on his arc. Like, if he's with Stryker, he's a lot more nicer. If he's with Kano, he's super cruel and manipulative. (I love both ships, multi shipper over here)

I like him, he's cool. :D

[hankbot0-9]

Disappointment and frustration

Hellop. Never done something like this before, but here we go. This is going to be basically a large splurge of disappointment and frustration on one, particular person, Vivienne Medrano.

So to start this off, I've known about, and have been a fan, of Viv for a long while, ever since the Hazbin Polit. I've followed her work, been inspired by it, and found great fun with the characters and world.

Without Viv, I would not be a furry (debatable if this is good or bad), I would not have found characters I've found comfort in (Jackson Wells, Zoophobia), or other creators in the indie community. However, for a while now I've been seeing how Viv and her works have greatly fallen from there highs, and how Viv has, really dropped the ball in being professional.

Her tweets and general attitude have given off all the wrong vibes, and show a person who could care less about being professional. From the whole "Cain, I am your bitch" situation, how she handles ANY form of criticism that is even slightly negative, the way she tweets and responds to others etc. It all just compounds on her image, basically holding up a mirror.

Her show (or shows, Hazbis quality is to be debated when it releases), started out, in my opinion, rough yet charming, clearly having passion behind it and a fun time to watch, has degraded to a point of being a bland, misguided and unplanned mess where the main character now feels like a side character to another character who's derailed the premise and show as a whole. Don't get me started on the inconsistent animation quality, cause holy shit.

There is also the leaked, behind the scenes, screenshots stuff that, yes should be looked at skeptically, is slowly, and in some cases basically confirmed, to be true. Largely owing to her on twitter and some behind the scenes stuff that should make you do a double take. I.e. Treatment of female characters, the constant hiring of new employees, etc.

This also ties into how the Fandom treats these characters and situations, and is where a lot of my frustrations come into play. To explain, the Fandom surrounding Viv and her works is one of the most apparent toxic fandoms I have ever seen, all it takes for them to turn on you is a couple of tweets or posts about something you disagree with or being slightly critical of Viv, and they turn on you. The amount of harassment and death threats flung around is concerning to a high degree and Viv, doesn't do anything about it, not even an ask to stop, largely because she encourages it. Sure, it's not a tweet saying to attack someone, but all the likes she gives to her fans on any post talking about what someone said or done that didn't align with the greater fandom opinion, it encourages them because they see it, they see that the person they look up to has liked what they said and so they keep doing it, so they get more likes form her. It's, sad to see really. The Fandom treats these characters above people really, holding them up and parading them around like they can do no wrong, and the same is for Viv.

There's more I could say, but many have already said it before and will continue to say it until, Viv basically fades away, because the way Viv handles herself, the Fandom that surrounds her and much more, wont survive the fact that when Hazbin drops, and is reviewed, and those critical comments and reviews come about it that are even slightly negative, the Fandoms going to get bloodthirsty and destroy any good will left or they would've had with the general public.

Sincerely, Hankbot0-9... tired of, alot.

[lookofhisoceaneyes]

Fics that I read the last weeks, that are Per-fect!

Some fics that I have read recently and that I liked and can recommend.

Marvel Fandom

1. A Year in the Life of Sarge's Person by BlueSimplicity

A Year in the Life of Sarge's Person - Chapter 1 - BlueSimplicity - Captain America (Movies) [Archive of Our Own]

This is the tale of a year in the life of Sarge’s person, AKA James Buchanan Barnes, as he tries to recover from everything that’s happened to him over the past eighty years. During that time, he is forced to deal with bad therapists, people with their own agendas, memories he doesn’t want, horrible losses from his past and almost insurmountable odds.

But this is also the story of all the crazy people Bucky meets along the way, who help him when he’s at his lowest, point him in the right direction when he feels lost, make him laugh, grow to love him for who he is, and most importantly, give him hope when he needs it most.

It’s a long and difficult journey, as Bucky works not just to let go of his past, but to also rebuild his own identity and a future for himself. And with Sarge at his side, Bucky slowly comes to realize that not everything he once loved is lost, and if he can just have enough faith in himself and those around him, he might, just might, get his very own happy ending.

Bucky IS Sarge’s person after all. As the once abandoned puppy Bucky saved one night from freezing to death, he knows, more than anyone, just how much Bucky deserves it.

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Main Ship: Steve Rogers/James “Bucky” Barnes

Oh my, I loved this so so much! 

I love fics that involve dogs (or animals). Bucky has a horrible therapist at the beginning, but not later on. His character development is so beautifully written, from the mechanical Winter Soldier to Bucky Barnes. The supporting characters are also great and not existing characters from the Marvel Universe but original characters from the author. Loved it!

2. The Trials and Tribulations of the Watermelon Werewolf by BlueSimplicity

The Trials and Tribulations of the Watermelon Werewolf - Chapter 1 - BlueSimplicity - Captain America (Movies) [Archive of Our Own]

It’s not easy being a werewolf, but Steve Rogers knows he’s lucky. Lehigh's doing well under his care, the humans and werewolves thriving. He doesn't have a mate, but a bonding like that is rare, and with all the members of his Pack already mated, he knows it’s not going to happen for him.

Until the day it does, the realization literally knocking him on his ass.

That’s fine; he can deal. He’s an alpha after all, and while there are rules to courting when one’s mate is human, he knows he can prove his worth. Except no one told him how hard it would be. And Steve is really bad at this. Really, REALLY bad.

After a couple of rough years, Bucky Barnes is back on his feet and ready to start a new phase of his life. He’s been given a second chance and while Lehigh might not be as big as NYC, he loves his apartment, chonk of a cat, new job and crazy neighbors.

Except things have started to get weird. Maybe it’s because of all the werewolves in town, although he’s never had a problem before. Yet he can’t help but notice things have changed, with people staring at him wherever he goes, asking him strange questions, and stealing his lunch.

And it all started when a watermelon was left on his doorstep.

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Main Ship: Steve Rogers/James “Bucky” Barnes

I liked the worldbuilding so much! Rarely read such a cool werewolf fic. Steve doesn't appear in the first few chapters because we get to know Bucky first. I loved it so much, I read it so quickly. Definitely worth reading!

3. Empire by Isnt_it_pretty_to_think_so

Empire - Chapter 1 - Isnt_it_pretty_to_think_so - Multifandom [Archive of Our Own]

Natasha and Steve go to couple’s therapy. There are a few complications. Their counseling clinic is a front for a Hydra cell that’s seized northern Manhattan. More importantly, they’re definitely not dating.

Also, Steve may or may not be in love with Natasha.

OR:

“I resent being compared to Peggy Carter,” Nat tells their therapist. “Yes, Steve— I assassinated a few people and committed every war crime in the book. That doesn’t make me a bad person.”

Steve knows this is all scripted, but he finds himself getting angry for no logical reason.

“I don’t think you’re a bad person.” His voice rises. “If I did, I wouldn’t be dating you. This isn’t about Peggy."

“It’s always about Peggy.” Nat flips her gaze to the therapist. “He says her name in bed sometimes."

Steve’s hands clench into fists. She’s going off script, damn it, and now he has to go off script, too.

“Nat cheated on me with Tony and Thor,” he improvises. “That’s what she was doing while I was checking my pal Bucky into a rehabilitation clinic. She's emotionally distant.”

“Once again, Mr. Rogers.” The therapist sounds tired. “Let's try our best to keep this constructive.”

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Main Ship: Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanov

I don't read Steve/Natasha that often, but this was such a great fanfic! I love therapy fics and I thought this was so great! Definitely read it, I highly recommend it.

JjK Fandom

4. No Surprises, Please by vroomvroommic

No Surprises, Please - vroomvroommic - 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga) [Archive of Our Own]

omotesando queen @ nobanova

why did u give me a fucking b on the midterm. @ nanaminluver69

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ily nanamin <3 @ nanaminluver69

Please refer to my rubric for grading guidelines. All further grade disputes will be reviewed upon my return to Tokyo. Best, Gojo Satoru.

omotesando queen @ nobanova

@ nanaminluver69 I will fucking end u

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Main Ship: Haibara Yu/Nanami Kento, other Side Ships

I love, love well written Twitter fics. They are a weakness of mine. I enjoyed them very much and also liked the normal text in between.

Percy Jackson Fandom

5. a rose by any other name by IzzyMRDB

a rose by any other name - IzzyMRDB - Multifandom [Archive of Our Own]

It wasn't Poseidon who met Sally on that beach on Montauk, but rather a far older, much more ancient version of him.

Percy is born far older and younger than he should be.

Percy Jackson & Poseidon 

I love darker Percy Jackson and this was so well written. Give it a shot!

Hannibal Fandom

6. shadowing by StratsWrites, YouAreMyDesign

shadowing - StratsWrites, YouAreMyDesign - Hannibal (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

“I’m very strict with my interns,” the doctor says slowly, his eyes on Will’s, never drifting. “In fact, I had asked them not to assign me any more. Unfortunately, I was the only surgeon available to take on extra duties. My expectations for you and your behavior will be high. I have fired interns before, and while I didn’t relish the experience, I won’t hesitate to do so again.”

Main Ship: Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter

I'm having trouble finding Hannigram fics, because the characters are misrepresented or simply because the show has already done such a good portrait of the two. I liked the fanfic. At the end Will is in Heat, so check out the tags. But I liked it for in between.

[my-st0ff]

Self-Inflicted

Chapter Two

Fandom: Jackass

Pairing: Johnny Knoxville x female reader

Chapter Song: NYC - Snow Patrol

Two bodies, one significantly taller than the other, move clumsily into the hotel room. The reckless nocking of furniture and other pieces of clutter being due to the two of your keeping your eyes screwed shut as your lips press together. P.J's hands are everywhere all at once. You want this so bad, you've wanted this. You pull him by the collar of his T-shirt to the edge of the bed. Now finally making eye contact, he smirks - devilish. He catches a pile of cameras in the corner of his eye and jogs over to them in the corner.

P.J: "Is this on?"

You: "Those are the pile of broken ones- quit stallin' we ain't got time"

He starts to walk casually back to you with his hands in his pockets.

P.J: "See, that's where you're wrong. We got all the time in the world, toots"

One hand escapes a small pocket of his Dickies and cups your cheek, the rough pad of his thumb brushing back and forth of your cheekbone. He glances at the bed you both stand beside.

P.J: "You sure you wanna do this? We don't have to- of course. It's just, you switched up pretty fast"

You: "Hey, sex is different. We can still... satisfy our needs without having to ruin what we've got"

P.J: "I suppose your right... in that case"

His mouth launches toward yours with carnal instinct. You bring your hands up to play with his hair roughly, making him moan into your mouth as you make out animalisticly. Since you'd decided this was only about sex, you'd both silently agreed this was finally the time to let out all your horny tension on one another. His hands move to your hips and squeeze them painfully hard. P.J whispers a low "fuck" into your mouth when your body perfectly fills out his hands. You both twist round so that you can sit on the bed with him standing in-between your legs, looking down at you. He brushes a hand through his slick hair quickly.

P.J: "lay back"

You do as he says, and soon enough, hear belt buckle sounds and then the distinct noise of metal and leather hitting the ground.

P.J: " One last time, are you sure?"

He asks whilst literally standing over you with his penis out.

You: "my god, yes P.J!"

P.J: "no need for the attitude"

He says and then immediately his cock is inside you, almost a sort of punishment for being sassy.

You: "Oh my god!"

P.J folds his body over and hooks one arm around you so that he can pull you up to him and kiss you whilst he pumps in and out of you not so gently.

You: "Y-you feel amazing, Phillip"

The use of his full first name leaves him a moaning wreck all of a sudden. You were the only one who still called him that, and for that case, the only one he wouldn't mind calling him that. This instance, though, left him feeling needy as you affirmed it over a few times after soon catching onto the power it held. You bring your hands up between your bodies so you can rub his chest up and down with the palms of your hands.

P.J: "Oh, y/n, I-I am so close"

You: "already?"

You giggle and tease.

P.J: "Oh, its l-like that, huh?"

With that, he pushes harder and faster than he ever had before, leaving your insides feeling warm from your tummy down to your feet.

You: "mm- oh, fuck, don't stop!"

You cry in a high squealing voice you'd find embarrassing in any other context.

P.J: "I- I'm gonna- where'd you want me?"

He asks frantically, his head dropping to suck hig chunks of skin from your neck into his mouth.

You: "my stomach!"

You shriek with no time to really think about where you wanted it. With that, he pulls out and immediately cums a massive amount onto your stomach. Without even time to complain about your unsatisfied state, he was on his knees before you with a handful of thigh in each hand. He licks his lips whilst staring at your core with eyes that indicated total worship before his mouth was fully dived into you. His tongue moved proficiently, hitting a good spot straight away.

You: "Don't move! Oh my god, right there don't fuckin' move!"

You yelp whilst you shake and jolt on your back. It didn't take barely anything to push you over the edge. When you cum your arms start frantically searching everywhere over the bed for something to grab onto. He notices and throws a hand up from where it was on your thigh so you can grab ahold of it with brutal strength. Finally upur lungs deflate and your body goes limp and tingly. His head flops in-between your legs and he lazily pecks at your inner thigh with his eyes shut. He then pulls said thigh towards his face so he can kiss over it further, tickling you. You giggle a little, making him huff in laughter as you fidget and eventually pull away.

You: "That was... fun"

You sigh, P.J pushes himself up with wobbly knees just to collapse next to you on the bed, still panting.

P.J: "Fun? That was mindblowin', y/n"

You roll onto your side to face him.

You: "Your right. That was amazing, Phillip"

He swiftly does the same with his body so he can face you, your faces inches away from one another.

P.J: "God, keep callin' me that and we're gonna have to go again"

You: "What, your name?"

You tease.

P.J: "You know what your doin'"

You both laugh a little, full of blissful serotonin. Your pupils wander the walls of the hotel room until they lock onto a picture you couldn't believe you'd not noticed before.

You: "God, that's gorgeous, ain't it?"

P.J lazily flops his head over so he's looking at the same framed painting.

P.J: "sure, where'd you reckon that is?"

You: "Oh I know where that is, P.J. That's Sucre, in Bolivia. Only the best city in the world"

You smile.

P.J: "When did you go to Bolivia?"

You: "I haven't, that's the problem. Sucre is number one on my bucket list"

P.J: "Bucket list? Your not 90"

You: "Might as well be. I think my life expectancy went down a significant amount when Jackass formed, Jammy"

The nickname you only ever call him when you're in a soft mood rolls off your tongue and brings great joy to his ears. A warm, large hand of his lands on your stomach and strokes it gently in a comforting manor.

P.J: "Don't talk like that, toots. I'll protect ya'"

He speaks softly.

P.J: "And hey, I could take you there... but I don't know how to get there"

You: "You'd take me to Sucre?"

P.J: "Course I would, I knew you'd always been interested in Japan and got the first movie set in Japan didn't I?"

You: "Mhm... your too sweet"

You yawn, allowing his exploration of your torso to continue.