#I miss the hostels can u tell

[milo-is-rambling]

Me when my mom spent all this money on a hotel room with a big bed and im temped to sleep on the little couch that isn’t long enough for me

[locomoqo]

taste me too!

— eli jang x reader

details: NSFW CONTENT, fem bodied reader, cunnilingus, face sitting, takes place after Allied takes on workers

A/N: he should just wife u up, yenna needs a new momma #tbh , also this one's short hihi (^u^)

Time and privacy.

Two luxuries Eli had been deprived of ever since the fallout between the four major crews. He barely had time for himself, his family, or you. And when Hostel was attacked, he had no choice but to work overtime to keep his family safe. Time and privacy slipped away completely, stolen by the chaos.

But now? Now, he was making up for it.

“E-Eli—” you gasp, trying to lift your hips off his face, but his strong hands grip your thighs, pulling you back down with firm, deliberate force. The lewd sound of him slurping up your arousal makes your cheeks burn with embarrassment, but the heat flooding your body drowns out any hesitation. You’d been hesitant at first, worrying you might hurt him—what if he suffocated? But Eli only thought it was cute.

After a little coaxing, here you are. Straddling his face, his grip unyielding as he devours you with intense focus. How many times have you cum? Twice? Thrice? You’ve lost count. It doesn’t matter when he’s making you see stars over and over again.

“Oh–ohhh!–’s s'good!” you whimper, your voice shaking as your arms tremble, fingers gripping the headboard for support. Eli groans into your soaked core, the vibration sending fresh waves of pleasure through you. His face is slick with your juices, all dripping down the sides of his jaw.

“Missed this sweet lil’ cunt,” he murmurs so sweetly, his words sending a shiver through you.

His tongue moves with precision, switching between long, slow licks and plunging deep inside you, savoring every inch of the pliant walls of your core. One of his hands shifts from your thigh to your waist, guiding your movements, urging you to grind against his mouth.

Your body responds, rolling your hips in slow, deliberate circles as Eli’s tongue works relentlessly. The sensation is overwhelming—his lips and tongue moving perfectly with the rhythm of your hips.

“Just like that,” Eli coos against you, his voice thick with desire. His grip on your waist tightens, fingers pressing into your skin as he urges you to ride his face harder, faster. Your legs are shaking, barely holding you up, but the way he devours you, the way he guides you with such possession, keeps you moving.

The friction of your cunt against his lips and tongue sends shockwaves through your body, every pass drawing out a breathy moan. Your vision blurs as the sensation of him beneath you becomes too much, overwhelming you.

“Eli—I ca–mmhh-can’t—” you plead, but your voice breaks into a desperate whimper, the pleasure making it impossible to think straight. All you can do is grind harder, chasing the release that’s building, so intense it feels like you might break.

He grunts in response, his tongue flicking against your swollen clit with renewed hunger. His other hand moves from your thigh to cup your ass, squeezing firmly as he pulls you down harder against his mouth. “You can,” he pants, voice muffled against your slick heat. “I want you to.”

His words send you spiraling. Your body tenses, pleasure exploding through you as your hips stutter against him, thighs trembling violently as you cry out. Eli groans with satisfaction, his tongue never stopping, savoring every pulse of your release as your body shudders above him.

When you glance down at him, your expression is dazed, still panting. Eli finally pulls back, giving your pussy a short break, though his eyes are dark with hunger.

“I promise I’ll fuck you after this, love, just…just let me have a bit more, okay?” His voice is soft and placating, but the way his hands squeeze you tells you that you don’t really have a choice—but you wouldn’t want it any other way.

He still wants to make up for lost time, after all.

[specialagentlokitty]

Mr Evershed x Student!reader - personal challenge

Hiya, I love ur writing. Any chance u could do something with mr evershed x student reader who has Tourette’s. If ur not comfortable with that maybe something to do with adhd? X - Anon💜

Sitting in the classroom, you were rocking back and forth on your chair while you waited for whatever teacher it was you were supposed to have for the day.

“You’re gonna fall…” Sam whispered.

You grinned a little at her and shrugged.

“Means I get a few days off.”

She laughed and did the same as you, both of you talking about what you were going to do after school.

She decided she didn’t want to go back to the hostel, so you said she could come to yours instead since your parents were away for the week and they wouldn’t care.

You decided to talk about what to do when you both got there and what you wanted to order for dinner when Mrs Carp walked in and you groaned a little.

“What a bitch…” you mumbled.

Sam laughed and put her chair back on the floor but you didn’t.

“Put your chair on the floor (Y/N).”

“It is on the floor Miss.”

“All four legs.” She snapped.

You looked at her.

“Why? It’s not like I’m gonna be hurting anyone. Maybe myself but that’s not the point, it’s my chair, not yours. So nope.”

“I’m going to warn you once more time.” She said lowly.

You made a face at her and set your chair down and she started to teach the lesson using whatever she had been by the original teacher.

You were bored though.

Not only did you hate math, but you hated Mrs Carp too, so you were thinking of any possible way that you could get out of the class.

You mindlessly swung on your chair again, resting the back of it against the wall as you read the book in your lap.

“Do you know the answer (Y/N)?”

“What?”

“Clearly you need to be taught how to pay attention. What’s the answer?”

You looked at the math problem she put on the board and shrugged a little.

“Do I look like I know that? Seriously miss I grades would say otherwise.”

A few students snickered and watched what was going to happen next, having been in a few classes with you and the teacher they knew it wasn’t going to end well.

“It isn’t rocket science, at your age you should know this.”

“Oh at my age? And I suppose at your age you should be in a nursing home?”

“Right get out!”

You smirked happily to yourself and grabbed your bag, leaving the classroom with a sarcastic wave and started to aimlessly wonder the hallways.

It was the last lesson of the day, so you could just leave, but you wanted to wait for Sam so you just wondered.

As you were wondering, you walked past Mr Evershed who was looking for someone.

“(Y/N)?”

He turned around and watched you stop in your tracks.

“Uhm… no?”

“Aren’t you supposed to be in math?”

“Stranger danger!”

With that you took off running down the hallway and Mr Evershed just stood there confused about what he was supposed to do.

He couldn’t exactly go chasing after a student, but he also didn’t know what class you had just come from, all he knew was that you had math.

He watched you sprint around the corner, nearly crashing into a wall and he sighed to himself, pinching the bridge of his nose.

He decided to just leave you, he was sure whoever it was would email him or come speak to him so he carried on what he was doing.

And he was right Mrs Carp came to tell him what had happened and all he could do was sigh again.

“I’ll have a word with them in the morning, thank you.”

Before he became a teacher he had no clue who you were, but since becoming the acting head teacher he had heard your name so much the moment someone said it he assumed you were in trouble.

The following morning you were stood outside the gate taking to Sam while you sipped some of the drink in the van you were holding.

“Morning you two, (Y/N) can we have a word?” Mr Evershed said.

“Morning sir, I’ll see you later (Y/N).”

Sam jogged away and you looked at the headteacher.

“I will have to politely decline your request, school hasn’t started yet and I really should avoid unnecessary stress.”

“If anything going to stress you out it’s that drink, it’s not even 9 in the morning and your drinking an energy drink?”

“If it makes you feel better it’s my second one.”

“That really doesn’t make me feel better. Are we really going to stand here and wait for the bell to go?” He sighed.

You hummed a little, rocking back and forth on the skateboard as you shrugged.

“Hey, I’m here it counts for something.”

“Because you legally have to be here?”

“Yeah pretty much.” You nodded.

Mr Evershed sighed and looked at his watch, seeing you still had ten minutes before the bell went he leant against the gate and looked at you.

“So, I heard about yesterday. Want to tell me what happened?”

“No thank you.”

“(Y/N), what happened?”

“I’m gonna be real with you sir, I actually can’t even remember, but I can tell you that your tie makes you look old.”

Mr Evershed rolled his eyes at you.

“Really? We’re just asking to be placed in isolation today aren’t we?”

“Hey, outside of school. I can say whatever I want here.”

He shook his head a little and smiled.

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard so many teachers complaining about one student (Y/N), seriously, I can’t tell if I should be worried or impressed.”

“I personally think you should be impressed. Can’t be worried about something you can’t control.”

“What makes you think we can’t keep you in line?”

“I mean, I can barely keep myself in line so…”

The bell rang and you picked up your skateboard, walking through the gates and towards the reception where you were stopped from going any further.

“Drink in the bin, and my office please we still need to talk about this.”

“We have all day to talk, or if you’re fast enough you can catch me after school. Either way.”

“No, we’re going to talk now.”

You mocked what he said and finished your drink, putting the can in the bin he was holding up for you and walked into his office.

You didn’t sit down though, you simply stood up, setting your bag and skateboard on the floor as you did a little dance while you waited.

“So, wanna tell me what’s causing all these behaviour issues? I mean you’re a bright student, I’ve been your grades. Aside from math and Science you seem to be really good at everything. If you’re struggling we can put some extra help in place you know.”

“Nah that sounds like a lot more work.”

“Well, we have to do something. I need some sort of explanation (Y/N) otherwise I have to consider taking further action.”

You stood on your skateboard, rocking back and forth a little as you looked around his office.

“I have this amazing, amazing condition sir. It’s called ADHD.”

“Right, and why isn’t that in your file them?”

“Because I was diagnosed last year, haven’t got round to it I actually completely forgot.”

“Okay, so is there anything that helps with this?”

“Magic pills.”

“(Y/N).” He warned.

You snickered a little, raising your hands.

“I’m serious! I have medication that’s supposed to help with my adhd helps me concentrate and all that.”

“I’m going to take a wild guess and say you haven’t been taking them.”

“Nope! Unmedicated for the win!” You grinned.

Mr Evershed rolled his eyes at you and gestured for you to get of your skateboard which you did.

“Right I’m going to need a doctors letter, and I’m going to have a meeting with your parents. You are to be put in isolation for the day.”

“Oh fun, okay.”

“But you’re going to be spending it in my office, so I can keep an eye on you and make sure you don’t get into anymore trouble.”

“Not fun…” you mumbled.

“Skateboard please.”

You walked over and handed it to him and he put it under his desk and pointed for you to go sit at the other table.

“You’re going to be working there today, Loraine is getting you some stuff now.”

You huffed and started to pull books from his bookshelf and he just looked at you defeated knowing it was either let you do that or have you causing chaos.

“If you’re supposed to take your medication why haven’t you been taking it?” He asked.

You looked over, and went back to where you were trying to build a house out of books.

“I forgot.”

“Have you tried setting alarms to remind you?”

“Yeah, but then I forget what my alarms are for. And I also forget to set those half the time too.”

He chuckled a little and shook his head, turning back to his computer so he could finish the email he was typing up for your parents.

You got bored of trying to build a house out of books, and now you were scrolling through your phone.

“No phones during school hours.” He said.

“I get that’s your rule, but it’s a stupid one.”

“I will put you in isolation longer.”

“You wouldn’t, you’re gonna get pretty fed up of me soon.”

“Keep trying, I have kids. It’s going to take more than a hyperactive, unmedicated, student with ADHD to get the best of me.” He grinned.

You smirked, taking that as a personal challenge.

Your task for the day?

To annoy Mr Evershed so much that you prove him wrong and that you can get on his nerves

[imagibunny]

do you have any favorite horror movies? in general i mean

GOD YOU HAVE ASKED THE WRONG PERSON

i'm. picky about horror i watch. quite possibly a bunch of it is cult classics, indie films, or just really obscure things i don't really think people have seen

for example, outside of like. the child's play movies and the latest scream movies, i don't particularly care for any horror mainstays like jason, freddy, leatherface, ect ect. they're just not interesting to me

HOWEVER

i have Varrying different favorites depending on catagory because i am a freak

favorite anthology;

trick r treat. this has been MY MOVIE since i saw it back when i was a kid. sam is my son boy allowed and i am one sidedly fighting his va for who has the most sam merch (don't ask me about the supposed sequel that's been announced for over a decade i hate the director)

runners up;

the v/h/s series and the abcs of death movies. v/h/s is fun and i LOVE the later instalments (especially 98 and 99) but the first 3 were kinda weak?? and god i hated the first ones wrap around story arc. abcs of death are honestly just really fun!! love seeing all the different ways people can interpret their word they got and can get silly with it (SHOUT OUT TO W FROM THE FIRST ONE AND P FROM THE SECOND I LOVE THE SILLY SHORTS SM)

favorite found footage:

paranaormal activity. i'm normal about it (is not) pa1 changed my brain chemistry idk what else you want me to tell u kjnKJD. i however am very insistant on watching it IN THE CORRECT ORDER, which means i more often then not have to watch it alone. don't ask me about "next of kin" i hate it it's bad it's worst then ghost dimension. pagd actually stayed on story and gave us closure and a finale!! nok just feels. like they said "oh pa is just about recording a demon obsessed with a woman" NO IT'S NOT YOU BOZOS I'M HOLDING YOU HOSTAGE TO WATCH THE MOVIES AGAIN

runners up;

quarentine. let it be known i AM AWARE this is a remake of rec, i just ended up seeing quarentine first and havent had the time to see the rec movies. i definately want to though, quarentine was a fun zombie movie

favorite mockumentary:

ABSOLUTE TIE BETWEEN SAVAGELAND AND THE RISE OF LESLIE VARNOM. savageland is just Really solid and i love the inclusion of the photos and the 3d map and everything OOOOO I LOVE IT!! behind the mask is a favorite for another reason and that is leslie varnom my little freak. i know he's a serial killer but he's so SILLY! i'm putting him in a bug cage to study him as we speak thank you. a bit upset they took away the found footage bit near the end but that ending has me holding out my wallet ready to fund a sequel movie <3

runner up;

the tunnel! it's only a runner up cause i just recently watched it, i know in my HEART if i had watched it longer ago it would've been a top favorite

favorite foreign horror:

i'm grabbing gonjiam haunted asylum LIKE A SQUEAKY TOY. it's basically a korean grave encounters but the difference here is that it's good /lh

runner up:

ONE MISSED CALL. i originally watched the eng remake with my dad but gave the original japanese version a go after finding out it exists and OOHHHHHHHH OHHHHHHHH!!!!!! /pos literally the only reason it's not my favorite is because my father (derogatory) set the ringtone from the movie as HIS ringtone. any time his phone went off he would look at us all worried like "that's not my ringtone..." my dad's a jackass

and because i'm on a roll legally i can say anything by eli roth fucking SUCKS. granted this man is a zionist so he fucking sucks in the moral department, not to mention his movie "green inferno" is his adaption of "cannibal halocaust" but like. his movies are just. so Mean, and for no good reason either. i dunno man i watched hostel too young so anything with his name attached gives me bad vibes

anyways i'm sorry for rambling you unleashed the autism curse urself good luck

[everythingcore1]

Dream diary post 4

Okay so my mum approached me and was like “oh Abby by the way your boyfriend told me he’s going to propose to you” (idk who he was but we were both nineteen) and I was like oh ffs that’s gonna be so cringe and I couldn’t bear it so I made my mum take me to roblox (it was like an actual place she dropped me off and I was like in vr roblox but you can like feel stuff) and he joined and he proposed in roblox and it was still unbearably cringe even if we weren’t face to face so I like paced back and forth thinking of words to say and I ended up writing like a speech to him along the lines of “okay, yes we can be engaged but you aren’t to tell a soul, not even your family OR mine until we are 22, and we’ll get married when we are 24” because it felt too awkward to reject him but also in my dream I thought it was trashy to be engaged to some lad at 19 when I don’t think we had been dating for like ages like maybe a year and a half? I insisted that no one told my dad either bc my mum told me about it in front of my brothers and they were laughing about it.

Dream 2 was that I was out with my dad and my grandma and we were in the city shopping and I was buying stuff from I shop I visit often in my dreams (doesn’t exist in real life) and then my brother farted and my grandma was so fed up with him that she took him to the doctor and there was a massive queue but my grandma knew the doctor personally so she skipped ahead in the vip queue and then later on we met back up with my dad and he was like talking to us and whilst he was talking I remembered that I wanted to get Hama beads but my dad said we were leaving

Then we were at the park for some reason and I noticed that if I was on my camera I could see the ghost of my nana and she was sat on a tree branch low down on a tree and I could hear her talking and she was basically fuming at my dad (she’s my mums mum) bc after she died he cheated on my mum and married the woman he cheated with (she was married to someone else when they cheated I think) and we had to live in a motel/ hostel and he’s basically a massive prick (all true irl) and she was fuming partly bc he used her death as a reason why he cheated (my mum was depressed and she’d just had a baby) but also bc she was dead so she couldn’t batter him and in real life it’s my mums birthday tomorrow so I think that might have been a ghost encounter

Nana if you see this from beyond the grave visit me in my dreams more often I miss u <3

[weepingpersonaballoon]

I am in hostel in college. Things are getting frustrating here. My mid sems did not go well at all. I am in my first year only so I don't have that close frnds with who I can share this.. I am getting frustrated and all I need is to be at home.. bt it's too from here... so I do have this flight option bt the thing is it's expensive... nd since I did nt do well in mid sems I feel guilty of going home. But anyways I want to go home... the thing is that my attendance in two subject is not that good.. I missed around four classes in those subjects. And my frnds did tell me to go home... they did suggest me to go home bt some of my friends r like no for attendance it's better u don't... lyk if I miss classes then it will be 5 absent on each of those 2 subjects. I am breaking down cuz of the peer pressure. I missed those classes nt cuz I wanted to have fun bt I was really frustrated and I was so scared in one of the class that I didn't attend. fun fact I did the homework also bt I still missed bunked cuz I was terrified of that teacher. I want to speak to mom but I know she is sleeping now. And I also cannot speak cuz I have to work harder than others so i have to study and if I speak to mom.. I will feel good bt I will make her worry and also I will waste my tym which I could have utilised it for my studies. I feel lyk giving up every morning bt the things is I am the only hope of my family. Only child who is getting to attend college. But I am such a slow learner and slower than others that I have to work extra hard to achieve something that others be able to achieve it without much effort... I really try I really do... bt I also wish to be intelligent lyk others.. it's frustrating at tyms... I'm ugly, pathetic slow learner insensitive so many other things also I cannot even write properly... I hate myself so much... nd plz no.. no comforting words lyk no u r good looking and all I know I'm ugly.... actually I don't even want that .. I jst want sharp brains lyk others... I try so hard.. bt still lag behind... it takes so much effort for me to reach a good level .... every schools that I have changed I always had to start from 0 no matter how hard I worked initially I always start from the back.. why only me... why can't I be like others... being a really go one... at least top 20 is also gud bt I am nt even that...the only purpose of my life is that I'm my parents ' only child.... that's it... bye now going to study.. enough break for the day

[amyblogs0987654321]

UPDATES

Hey guys. It's been a few hours. N my day has been same boring except when I have my nose deep buried down my novel. Oh, n speaking of my previous blog, I did get a like n comment by @lilacdove. Thanks dear for being my first reader but come on, u didn't have to b so mean. N what does it mean by "weird failing writer"?? Clearly, I haven't even started writing anything in here to judge me so quickly. Ok, just that. I don't mean and want any negativity around me. So if u can't just b nice and warm, shoo shoo. I don't need u on my blogs.

Anyway, let's return back on my updates. Well, I came home for somedays from hostel since there's some holidays. Sem exams are over and well, hostel food isn't really that great. Mommy cooked me some delicious foods n oh, how much I missed it. I had an amazing nap in the afternoon as well. N that's it, I guess. Good night everyone. Take care.

PS:- Can anyone pls tell me some of the sites where to download movies and series for free? Thank u.

[earlgreydream]

unrequited.

| draco malfoy x reader | fluff | smut | angst |

anon requested. hey can u do draco x reader when its like unrequited love?? (this request was super long so i’m only including the first line. I loved this one though, angel baby)

You’d spent an entire lifetime of loving Draco Malfoy. 

He knew it, everyone knew it. You grew up playing in the halls of Malfoy Manor with the young prince, and you’d loved him when he made flowers grow magically at his feet. You’d loved him when you’d started school together, making potions under Snape’s watchful eye. You’d loved him when you showed him the stars in astronomy, seeing them glitter in his eyes. You’d loved him, even when his father, Lucius, didn’t. You’d loved him, always. 

As far as you and everyone else knew, Draco Malfoy didn’t love you back. You were friends, and he cared about you, sure. Draco kept you at a distance, pushing you away as you showered him with constant attention. You never meant to suffocate him, you just had so much love to give.

Everyone erupted into screams around you, even the Gryffindors, as Draco caught the golden snitch, winning the quidditch game for Slytherin. The players dropped down onto the field, celebrating, and you got lost in the sea of excited students. You went down to the field to congratulate him once some of the students had cleared out. All the players were still around, as well as their significant others and friends. 

“Draco!” You called, and you saw him sigh before turning to you.

“Y/N,” he nodded, greeting you. His friends all watched the two of you interact, and Draco tried to be patient, but he was on edge.

“I wanted to congratulate you, you did a great job,” you smiled, and he nodded.

“Thanks,” he said shortly, trying to move past you, wanting to follow the others back to the locker rooms to clean up.

“Draco, are you okay?” Your brow furrowed, and he whipped around to look at you.

“Can you just fuck off? I know you’re obsessed with me, but I don’t love you. I never will! Leave me alone!” Draco snapped, bottled feelings exploding. 

Everyone went silent, staring at Draco in shock. Despite Draco’s ability to be an ass, he’d always exercised patience and kindness with you. He stood up for you, and even when he was annoyed with you, he never let his friends mock you or make rude comments. 

His response cut through you like a knife, and you stepped back. The two of you stared at each other, and everyone stared at you. Immediate regret washed over Draco, and nausea twisted his stomach.

“Understood,” you breathed before he could speak, before he could tell you that he spoke in annoyance, that the words were empty, and he didn’t mean it.

You turned, unable to look at Draco anymore. You felt like you were going to break, and you didn’t want to do it in front of an audience. You walked off the quidditch field, pain aching in your chest.

Draco stood on the field, watching you go. He swore, and turned to his teammates, uncomfortable expressions on their faces. Everyone else left, the tension dampening the excitement.

“Pansy-”

“That was fucking cruel, Draco,” Pansy shook her head at him. 

“I didn’t mean it. I don’t know why-” Draco stammered, and Theo grasped his shoulder, cutting him off. 

“Let’s get cleaned up,” Theo felt terrible for you, knowing you didn’t deserve it. 

You were headed back to the dorms when a hand wrapped around your arm, stopping you. You turned and tried to shove the person off, assuming it was Draco coming after you. 

“Get off!” 

“Okay, okay. It’s only me.”

You looked up to see George Weasley, concern in his eyes. You apologized and started to cry, wrapping your arms around your friend. George hugged you tightly, and led you from the hallway as you started to sob. You were brought into the Gryffindor common room, and you leaned against his side, curled up on a red couch. 

Your friends that had witnessed Draco’s harsh rejection sat down with you. You were suddenly surrounded by sweets and students with blankets and sweaters and muggle movies, anything to cheer you up.

“I hate that foul git!” Fred sighed, and George hugged you, letting you rest on his chest. 

“Forget him,” Hermione said, patting your leg gently. 

Draco was sick. He wanted to apologize to you, swear he didn’t mean anything he said. He was nauseated, and he cried to Theo, telling his best friend he had fucked up.

“I love her, I want to apologize... I went to apologize but she was gone,” Draco sobbed. He’d gone after you, but George had already taken you to the Gryffindor common room. He’d spent hours looking for you, but everyone who knew where you went were locked up with you where Draco didn’t have access to. 

“I know, Draco. I know you love her.”

“What was I thinking?” Draco dropped his head into his hands. 

You avoided Draco as best you could, even convincing Snape to let you switch partners in potions so you wouldn’t be forced to work with him. You’d spent time with George, even going to Hogsmeade with him. He was sweet to you, swearing that you deserved much better than the way Draco had treated you.

It had been weeks of you avoiding Draco, managing to miss him, even when he’d tried to come searching for you at your dorms-- you’d been in the twins’ room.

You were alone studying in the library when someone approached the table. You looked up to see Draco Malfoy, looking sleep deprived and emotionally worn.

“Please, don’t leave, we need to talk!” he begged as you closed your book and pushed out your chair.

“How’d you even get in here? It’s after hours and I have special permission to be here, no one else-”

“Theo,” he answered, and you didn’t dare to ask, not wanting to know how Theo managed to get Draco in the library.

“You hurt me, Draco,” you said finally, and he nodded.

“I know, and I can’t apologize enough. Y/N, I am so, so sorry. I should’ve never snapped at you. I didn’t mean anything I said, I was stressed and upset, and you didn’t deserve that. I love you, I have always loved you. I’m so sorry, please forgive me!” Draco was crying, his words coming out in desperate rambles. 

“You love me?”

“I love you more than all of the stars. I love you more than anything, and I will spend the rest of my life trying to make up for hurting you,” Draco apologized, and you couldn’t stop yourself from crying. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. He held you, breathing out repeated apologies. 

You heard heavy footsteps, and Draco’s eyes widened.

“Go, I’m not letting you get in trouble for apologizing to me,” you whispered, and he kissed you briefly, shocking you. He waved his wand and vanished, just as the librarian walked around the corner. 

“Miss Y/N, why don’t you head back to your dorm, it’s past midnight?” 

“Of course.” 

You’d forgiven Draco, and he had expected you to return to hanging around him, he expected the two of you to become exclusive. You didn’t ignore his existence anymore, but you continued hanging around the golden children and their friends, particularly George Weasley. 

He watched you giggle at George’s jokes, hanging off of his arm and flirting with him. Theo had insisted that there was no talk of the two of you actually dating, but you hung around him a lot. 

It had been almost two weeks, and Draco hadn’t been able to spend any time with you, both of you overwhelmed and busy, and your friends taking up what free time you had. You had explained that you’d forgiven Draco, but they still ostracized him and shamed him when he tried to hang around. 

Now, nearly all the students were out in Hogsmeade, and you were at George’s side, giggling at a joke he was telling. You squeezed his arm, and Draco was infuriated. Jealousy tasted like acid in his mouth, clouding his judgement and twisting his stomach. He loved you, and he couldn’t bear to see you touching and talking to others the way you were.

You were surprised when Draco approached your group, calling your name. You smiled, ignoring the harsh looks from the Weasleys. You raised your eyebrows as his arms snaked around your waist, hugging you against his body. 

“Hi, beautiful,” he spoke, and you blushed. Your friends stared at him, and Draco didn’t let you go. You could feel the jealousy and possessiveness radiating off of him in waves, and you couldn’t deny that it was attractive.

“I’ve got to show you something, I found the book you were looking for,” Draco spoke, and both of you knew there was no book.

“Sure, of course,” you nodded.

“I’ll catch up with you guys later, okay?” You nodded at George as Draco intertwined your fingers, his hold tight on your hand. They tried to protest, but Draco was already dragging you down the alley, out of sight. 

“Draco-” you breathed as you were pinned against a cold stone wall.

“I can’t stand to see you hanging off of that redhead,” Draco seethed, and you looked up into stormy grey eyes.

“No? George is sweet,”

“Enough with that. You know I can make you feel a million times better than he ever could.” His words dripped with vicious jealousy, and he was kissing your neck, leaving a mark from his mouth against your delicate skin.

“Prove it,” you taunted him.

His gripped your arm, hauling you after him down the alley. Your body was pulsing with anticipation as you were being pulled into a hostel. A maid nodded at Draco, slipping him a room key, and you nearly tripped over your feet trying to keep up. Draco swore and picked you up, draping you over his shoulder. 

You squeaked as he landed a hard slap to your ass to stop your squirming, and you let him carry you like that into the room. 

“You’ll never want another man after me. I’ll have you screaming my name until you forget your own!” Draco’s threat had you dripping, and a whimper escaped as you rubbed your thighs together.

“Can’t even contain yourself and I haven’t even touched you yet,” Draco hummed, embarrassing you in the best way.

The air was knocked out of your lungs as you were dropped on a soft mattress, Draco towering over you. You watched him silently as he removed your shoes and stockings, dragging off your skirt with it.

“I want to be rough with you. I want to make you know that you’re mine,” Draco said, and you nodded. You’d hooked up before, once a few years ago, so he was less apprehensive about railing the life out of you.

“Please, make me yours.”

Draco’s breath came out in a sharp sigh at your beg, and he rid himself of his clothes while you pulled off your own. Your eyes hadn’t left Draco, and he stood in front of you at the end of the bed. His gazes dragged over the curves of your body, and you were tempted to beg for him to touch you. 

Before you could speak, Draco hauled you back farther on the mattress and kneeled in front of you. You let your head fall back, and you moaned when you saw the mirror overhead, giving you a full view of your actions. 

“Oh my god,” you breathed, and Draco smirked as he kissed your inner thigh. 

“You’re soaked, my love,” Draco teased, lightly brushing his fingers against your core. 

You whined, pushing your hips into his touch. You jolted with a shriek as Draco slapped your sex, his dark laughter sending vibrations through you as he kissed the area. 

Your hands went to his hair, pulling roughly as he began to eat you out, the sting fading into overwhelming, passionate pleasure. As you began to squirm, he pinned your hips down, forcing you to take the pleasure he was giving you. Your chest rose and fell heavily, and you watching him eat you out, moaning as his fingers stroked you from the inside. Your sounds got louder and more high-pitched, and you were practically crying Draco’s name.

“Draco, I’m going to come, please, I’m so close!” you squealed, dragging your nails up his back, making him moan into your heat. It sent you over the edge, screaming his name as your back arched, your thighs squeezing around his head. 

You struggled to draw oxygen into your lungs when he didn’t let you go, drawing out the ecstasy until it became torture. You fulfilled his promise, his name echoing off the walls desperately. 

Draco forced a second orgasm from you, making your vision tunnel and fire spread through your body. The intensity of it was almost painful, and you were gasping and spasming from his touch. 

You whimpered in relief as the boy pulled off of you, giving you a small break from the stimulation. Your breathing was ragged, and he smiled down at the mess he’d made of you, trailing his fingertips along the curves of your body. You choked out his name, shuddering as he circled your nipples, amused by your sensitivity. 

“We’re not done yet, love, I want you fucked braindead for me,” his tone held feigned sweetness, and you nodded weakly.

“I love you.” You spoke, and some of the softness returned to his gaze.

“I love you, sweetheart.” Draco leaned down and delicately kissed your lips.

“It wouldn’t be fair not to let me get off, would it?” Draco hummed, and you shook your head. 

You spasmed as he tapped his head against your aching clit before lifting your legs over his shoulders. You threw your head back as he pressed into you, snapping his hips against yours in one thrust. A strangled scream ripped through you at the force, the rough thrusts making your mind melt and your body shake. You felt like Draco was splitting you open, but you didn’t want him to stop. 

Your hands searched aimlessly for something to grab on to, and Draco caught them, sliding his fingers in yours. He smiled down at you when you squeezed his hands, letting him take your body. He could feel his orgasm quickly approaching, and in a split decision he buried himself all the way inside of you, brushing your cervix, ripping another orgasm from you. Your broken cry echoed in his mind as he spilled inside of you, painting the sensitive muscle with his release. 

“Y/N? Are you there, love?” Draco’s voice was much more gentle, and he carefully pulled out of you and let you rest down into the sheets. Your incoherent whimpers were like music to him, and he waved his wand to clean the two of you up. 

“Draco?”

“I’m here, my love.”

He leaned down and kissed you, pulling you into his arms. You rested against his warm chest, feeling him press kisses to your head, draping his arms over you and playing with your fingers. 

“I’m all yours,” you whispered, feeling him grin into your hair.

“All mine.”

[succubusphan]

Groupie

Summary: Dan follows a punk band with a hot lead singer around a lot but feels crushed when he watches a live interview.

Rating: G

Tags: Rockstar au, Dan is a groupie, getting together, happy ending.

Word count: 1.1k

A/n: This was written for the Im-PROMPT-u phandom creator challenge hosted by the @phandomreversebang, day 20: Manchester + Did you ever doubt that your dream would ever come true. Like, reblog, kudo and comment for free socks.

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Dan rushed into his home and threw his duffel bag on the couch nervously grasping at the remote and turning the TV on. His favourite singer was giving a live interview and he didn’t want to miss it. 

 He gave a sigh of relief when he saw Phil taking a seat on the couch; It seemed like they had just started. 

 “Did you ever doubt your dream would come true?” the interviewer asked. 

 Phil smirked and looked alternatively between her and the camera with his piercing blue eyes. “Hmm, well,” he paused, seemingly searching for the right words to present his thoughts. “I wasn’t 100% sure that I would make it as a singer and once we formed the band, I still wasn’t sure because… You know, there are so many great bands out there, that are super talented and working really hard and they still haven’t made it to the point where things are rolling on their own a bit. But when it comes down to it, all you can do is keep doing your stuff and keep chasing that dream, you know?” Phil finished with a shrug. 

 “So true. Do you consider that ‘Blue Raven’ is already at that point?” 

 “I guess a lot of people would want more, but I can’t be grateful enough for what we already have. Our fans are very dedicated and we see familiar faces in nearly every show. We hear so many stories of friendships and relationships starting because of the tours we make were our fans follow us from town to town, staying at hostels, sharing adventures and nights out aside from our concerts and it’s honestly incredible.”

 “Amazing, truly amazing, sounds like a lot of fun.”

 “It does, it makes me kind of jealous, I want to follow a band all summer and hang out with friends, like let’s switch places.”

 The interviewer laughed but decided to move on from the topic. “Phil, our sources tell us that you have a special someone waiting for you at home, is that right?” 

 Dan gasped, his stomach twisted into knots. He shut his eyes and waited for the answer he wasn’t sure he wanted to hear. 

 Phil laughed awkwardly. “There might be someone, let’s leave it at that.” 

 Dan wanted to cry. Why was the world so fucking unfair?

 “What can you tell us about this person?” 

 “Nothing other than they are great and I like them. I like to keep my private life private. If you see me out on the street holding hands with someone you’ll know it’s them and if you don’t we don’t want to have this in the public eye or it didn’t work out. But this is something that I’m choosing to keep close to my heart and I hope everyone can respect that.” 

 Dan felt a little sick honestly. He was tempted to crawl into the shower and just sit there for two hours, crying. Before he could so much as move a muscle his phone dinged. It was a text message.

 Chris: I got us concert tickets for the Manchester show tonight and the train tickets as well. Get your twink ass ready. 

 Dan: I’m not going. 

 Chris: I’m not letting you miss the end of the tour because Phil said he is seeing someone, we are going to see them again. Put on eyeliner. 

 Dan huffed. He texted a quick “whatever” and hopped into the shower. 

 Four hours later, they arrived at the venue and met with their usual gang. As soon as he was surrounded by his people, Dan started to feel a bit better. It was sad that he had zero chances with Phil but at least Blue Raven’s punk music always lifted his spirit and brought him to places where he felt like he could be himself. 

 Soon the beer was flowing, the music was reverberating in his ears and the mosh pit had already given Dan a few bruises. He was home. 

 He pushed his way to the front of the small venue to be able to see Phil more clearly. Tonight he seemed a bit more serious than usual but once Dan got closer he could see him smiling as usual. He even winked at Dan. 

 ’Blue Raven’ was a very chill band, they often hung out with the fans after the gig was over but Dan didn’t know if he was going to stay back this time. He didn’t think he could speak to Phil just yet. He needed to go home and lick his wounds. 

 As soon as the show ended, he made his way to the exit, Chris calling after him, but he pretended he didn’t hear it. Chris didn’t deserve to have his night ruined so he was just going to go to Picadilly alone. 

 He was almost out the front door when someone caught his hand. “Leaving already?” Dan shivered, it was Phil. 

 Dan gave him a tiny smile, he couldn’t help it. He still had a crush on the man. “Yeah, I don’t think there’s a reason for me to stay tonight. I should go back home.” Still, Phil didn’t let his hand go. 

 “I thought you hadn’t come at all but then I saw you towards the end. I wanted to talk to you, Dan.” He rubbed tiny circles on the back of his hand. 

 “About?” 

 Phil pulled his hand and guided him to one of the halls leading to his dressing room, but before they could reach the door, Phil turned around, trapped his lips in a kiss and pressed him to the nearest wall. All Dan could do was hum and kiss back. 

 As unexpectedly as it had started, the kiss ended, Phil pulled back looking sheepish. “Sorry, I’ve been wanting to do that for so long.” 

 “I thought you were seeing someone.” 

 “Dan I have been speaking to you almost exclusively after the shows for the entire tour…” 

 “Oh.” 

 “Did you think I meant someone else?” Phil frowned

 “Yeah. I didn’t think you were interested in me.”

“I was. I am, I just like to get to know people before asking them out. I thought we were on the same page.” 

 “We are!” Dan rushed to say. “I really like you.” 

 Phil smiled and placed one hand against the wall, the other one finding Dan’s again. “I like you too.” He leaned in for a slow yet intense kiss that set Dan’s mind ablaze. 

 Only a month later every news outlet had pictures of the two casually holding hands down the street in their matching eyeliner, black skinny jeans and haircuts. 

[lunavadash-creates]

First of all, bro, you have Sims! You won a life! My laptop is too old and broken for such luxuries! Please make my sim and my harem too lol. Give me all the men I deserve.😂

I may or may not be thinking about buying a new one tho. And it may or may not be just because of the latest expanded pack to the game and possibility of having my own cow.🐮 But on the other hand, I would love to go somewhere for a few days in nearest gutter if covid lets me.. So having savings would be nice.

Speaking of travelling. Stories. I am not a storyteller buuut… you mentioned you travelled by metro in Prague and that in your country there is just one line in the capital. Seoul has so many lines! It’s so easy to get lost.. Korean metro is one of my clearest memories of my stay in Seoul. On the very first day of my stay I and my 3 friends had a “houston we have smol problem��� situation, just because 2 of my companions hadnt bought a korean sim card (our cards didnt work at all) and we got separated in the metro train. I mean.. I and my good friend didnt get inside on time while other two friends made it. In our group just one person knew where our hostel was and how we could get there. And she was gone. There wasn’t any plan b, no one even thought about the possibility of getting separated. No one amongst us spoke korean, Koreans had problems with communicating in english.. WELL, SH*T. We didn’t know if we should take the next train and others would wait at the next station or if we should stay where we were. Luckily I and one of my friends that got into the train on time had our mobiles working so we were able to communicate, but we were this close to having HOME ALONE IN SEOUL.

The second one memory and one of things I miss the most are metro jingles! God, I loved them so much! If you see Seoul Metro Jingles on Xander Tiberius channel on youtube you will be able to hear my favourite one! It’s the first one in this short video! I am pretty sure you will love it.

We came right on korean thanksgiving festival called Chuseok and it was the best decision ever. People were wearing their traditional costumes, hanboks, all the time! They were so freaking beautiful! 💕 We went to Gyeonbokgung Palace and Changdeogung Palace and when I saw them covered in paintings with obangsaek scheme with my own eyes I almost cried. I love art, so Seoul was the perfect place for me. I love korean folk paintings (please, check them with my favorite tigers and magpie theme - tigers on them are so funny and wonderful - I bought like a million postcards with its images), but their modern art is great too. Especially all those murals - you can check Ihwa Mural Village. It was ASDFGHJKLLOVE.

Street food? Excellent, however I don’t like spicy food. I wanted to try silkworm stew but at the last moment I gave up on this. Too extreme for me. But I have eaten the best ice cream in my whole life and they tasted like earl grey tea.

But what was definitely the best part of my trip? Cafes! Dog cafe, raccoon cafe, Moomin cafe, sheep cafe, Hello Kitty cafe! I love dogs with all my heart so that one was definitely my favourite one and I would love to stay there forever! Raccoon one was also freakin good! For the very first time I had encountered a raccoon. Their paws are so delicate!

Travelling is such a magical experience.There are so many things to see and to try! What was your favourite place you travelled to and why? Do you have a place you would like to visit again? Where would you like to go the most? You said you were travelling with your family. Do you have some stories to share?

I am sorry for such long messages! But I can talk for hours about such things. And I like to chat with you. I am impressed with my ability to produce so many words at once. Usually I am the quiet one and very awkward too.

🔪

I have no idea how I missed this message. Like really, I was wondering if you will tell me your travel story and look! It's been here for who knows how long! I'm m so sorry ;;

So yeah, lemme show you my Sims because idk. I think I'm kind of proud of this Altair.

So first is the randomly generated Sims

And here is Altair I made:

I wonder what do you think about him. Don't mind hie clothes tho 😂

Back to you baby! I love your story and I envy you so much! Raccoon cafe? Good food? You won me, really. I always wanted to see/touch a raccoon but since they aren't here I simply can't. But those grabby lil pawsies! U realu envy you and I'm also so happy you had fun and now you have so much fun memories you can share. Thank you so much!

As for spicy food. I love it.

And really I really enjoy talking with you, you are so nice and passionate and never be sorry for writing a lot! I love having your messages and responding to every single one of them! Even if sometimes I'm a bit late (sorrtyyyyyyy)

As for my stories... I was attacked by a bear in Albania! 😂 I'm still terrified of them. A lady was walking a bear on a chain leash and I was passing by with peanuts. And the bear attacked me, trying to take them from me. It was so scary but I win the battle over peanuts. I was like 13. But really I don't like bears now.

I want to see literally all the world. I want to go to Greece again and Bulgaria. Bulgaria is my favourite country! Also I want to see Turkey and Egypt and Japan and China!

Hbu? Do you have more travel plans?

[slashhinginghasher]

Maybe something with Jesse Cromeans and a European s/o (I am Romanian). A s/o with an accent, that stands out of the crowd? Idk 😅 He be like 'What are you doing here in Florida?' 🤣

The second Jesse hears your accent, he’s hooked. He’s like a kid with a shiny new toy (and this one makes cool noises!)

He’ll try to impress you with his extensive worldly knowledge of your home, but unless you’re from England or France (or maybe Italy), there is a very high probability that he’ll be spouting off random facts about the wrong country. Or if he does manage to get the country right, he’ll probably have some very misinformed ideas thanks to pop culture.

(Russia is not the only country in Eastern Europe. Spain and Portugal are different countries. Hostel is a work of fiction. Oktoberfest is not a continent-wide event. Mayonnaise is not an instrument.)

Try not to judge him too much for it; American schools are abysmal at teaching geography, and our history education is very U.S./Western European centered.

Teaching him to swear in your native language is mandatory. He literally will not leave you alone until he knows at least five ways to tell someone to fuck off.

Jesse: Do you know how to sign?  S/O: “Yeah!” *signs in their native sign language* Jesse: What the f u c k was that

He loves, loves, loves to hear you talk in your native language, especially during sex. He thinks it’s the hottest thing. He doesn’t have to know that you’re rambling about alien conspiracy theories or reciting the entire Bee Movie script, just as long as you punctuate it with the proper moans and sighs.

The best thing about having a rich-ass boyfriend is you can afford to visit home whenever you want, and it’s first class every time, baby. ;)

Please give this boy some culture. Jesse rarely leaves the States; the idea of being in completely unfamiliar territory without easy access to his network is very unsettling. But if you want to show him your home, he’ll agree and probably have a great time watching the way you light up as you talk about the architecture, the history of the cities, the special little spots you frequented growing up.

Cook some of your native dishes for him! It’s kind of hit or miss whether he’ll like them, but he’ll try at least a bite of anything.

If you want to annoy him, switch his phone to your language (this is especially effective if your language doesn’t use the Latin alphabet).

Expect some new decor to pop up in your home. Anything from fine art to touristy gift shop tchotchkes, as long as it brings a piece of your home to you.

(Jesse, how the FUCK did you get your hands on a Faberge egg??)

[boggirlsummer]

Wet Hot American Summer

August 18 Zoey and I thought we fixed the leak in my tent but we were wrong. I spent the early morning inching away from a puddle that finally pushed me out around 8 am - time to get up anyway. Too rainy to cook or make coffee and I left camp aimlessly. I could barely see anything through the smoke and clouds which threw a wrench in my non-plan to drive around and take photos out the car window. Grand Tetons and Montana and Wyoming were up there on my teenage bucket list (lmao, dream big!), mostly for the landscapes and western vibes and maybe a few cathartic renditions of Wide Open Spaces. I just hiked all summer so I feel like I earned a few days of all-american automobile tourism.

Cozy

Decision fatigue is a ball buster on solo trips (and in life) and sometimes I refuse to change course even when it’s clear that a plan isn’t going to work out. I drove around Tetons alternately listening to the directions and making random navigational decisions, so Google kept yelling at me to make a u-turn. Eventually I got annoyed with both of us and stopped for snacks at the general store. I’ve been making my way through all the kettle chip flavors and so far honey dijon is the best and korean bbq is the worst.

Drove straight through to Yellowstone hoping the storm would let up, but by the time I got there it was 50 degrees with rain expected all afternoon. I thought it would be SUMMER once I left the Bay Area, so all my sweaters and warm jackets are in vacuum sealed bags that I don’t have the space in my car to open. I wasn’t loving the idea of being wet and cold in Yellowstone all night so I talked the campground lady into refunding my site reservation and headed for Big Sky, Montana.

I felt bad leaving without seeing any of the Yellowstone sights so I stopped at Old Faithful on my way out. I knew laughably little about what I was looking at and when a bunch of people started gathering I thought to myself, is this thing gonna explode or something?? And ya turns out that’s the entire point, it shoots a bunch of water and steam into the air every few minutes. I bought a cup of coffee and watched halfheartedly. The only other attraction I know about is the rainbow glory hole and there was so much traffic to park in the lot I said screw it and went on to Montana.

No LTE between Yellowstone and Big Sky and I was without a place to sleep - luckily my sister was available to do some emergency concierge work for me. I eventually found a nice campground near town but the obscene number of bear country warning signs freaked me out. I backtracked to Big Sky to buy a $50 can of bear spray, what a rip. Feeling beat today so I made it up to myself with a bowl of chicken curry ramen and a Sapporo. It was no nugget curry, but it did the job ☺️

Reading the bear spray instructions before bed - you’re supposed to use it once a charging bear is two to three seconds from reaching you. Wtf. I can’t do anything in two seconds. Finished Year of the Monkey at last. Almost fell asleep with a candy wrapper in my pocket, instant death. Also I got my period and I’m worried this is going to attract the bears.

August 19 I broke my own rule. I drove to Bozeman this morning and had a chicken fried steak at the Western Cafe, “The Last Best Cafe.” I had a nice chat with two old guys at the bar, initiated by ME! We talked about my trip so far and books (I was reading Walden Two and one of the guys had Woman in the Window with him, and we agreed that both authors are pretty nuts). Good time all around and then one of them secretly bought my breakfast 🥰 I’ve only ever had creepy men buy me drinks at bars so free CFS with no strings attached was a revelation. My smile lit up the cold dark streets of Bozeman.

Too early for hostel check-in so I killed some time hanging out in a coffee shop and wandering around Main Street. When I’m alone in a new city I usually get on the apps, it’s fun to hang out with a real LOCAL and have an AUTHENTIC experience. I did this on my first night in Sydney last year and my date won $7,000 at a bar raffle he’d been going to every week for three years and then bought us a night’s worth of top shelf shots, bad coke, and dumplings. Obviously I was his good luck charm so I should’ve gotten a cut of that $$$ but whatever… Eventually we went back to his depressing loft outside of the city. It was barely furnished and full of his shitty art and luckily he didn’t have any condoms so I was able to decline sex without feeling guilty (I had condoms of course but didn’t disclose). He tried to fuck me again around 4 am and I was so confused I thought he must have found a condom while I was briefly sleeping. He had not. I snuck out at 6 am and caught the bus back to the city. Not the most restful night but nice to get away from the hostel for a little while. But ya I updated my Hinge location to Bozeman and got hella conservative men swiping on me 🥴 My profile isn’t anything crazy but I don’t think I’m giving off Megyn Kelly vibes. Are they playing some sort of sexual bingo? Are they out to stealth me? Seems sus.

If you are a man on Hinge with a naked photo on your profile I WILL screenshot it and I WILL make a collage of my collection once I have enough material and I WILL sell it as a NFT and I WILL make $0 cuz y’all are freaks. This is the tamest one I’ve got, text me if you want a photo of a naked man covering his junk with a pineapple.

Ooooieee hostel is grungy and subterranean and not the kinda place you want to spend many conscious hours in. I took myself to the movies to escape - another thing I really missed last year. I saw The Night House, which I would describe as an architectural horror? I’ve been thinking about architecture a lot lately, this cool site Zoey sent me has some interesting interviews and stuff. In the movies I ate an entire bag of sour gummy worms and a box of junior mints.

Had a freaky bookstore experience earlier today, not the first time this summer. I originally wrote a longgg paragraph about synchronicity here but I got self conscious and started wondering if hearing other people’s stories about synchronicity is like listening to them talk about their dreams. I personally love talking about dreams (call me and tell me about your crazy dreams!!) but things definitely get lost in translation and sometimes they’re straight boring (like when my old coworkers and I used to dream in Excel, fucckkk). So I get why people find it annoying and here at Bog Girl Summer we can’t afford to alienate any of our readers. All I will say is that I walked into a bookstore today with synchronicity very much on my mind, went to the psychology section to buy a baby Jung text, and there saw a literal sign that said “Staff Pick, Introductory Jung: Synchronicity.” So yes, I bought it. Don’t forget y’all - I have a psychology degree so please don’t come after me about confirmation bias and all that lol. It’s very possible that in this summer of upheaval I’m desperate for some kinda sign that I’m on the right path. Let me have this one 😘

I also bought this postcard which spoke to me because most days I feel like I’m trying to drink out of a firehose

[erismerald]

𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓪𝓽 𝓶𝓮 𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓲𝓷 ( sam drake x reader)

Hey, let's get started on the requests you sent me, this first one its for @missdictatorme , i hope u like it  

 let you know that English is not my first language so if I have any grammatical errors I'd appreciate it if you let me know.

I love you guys and the orders are still open in case you want to send me any special orders!

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𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼: age diference, romance tesion 

"No, no, I won't do that," I said severely looking at the nate.

- "yeah me nither, I won't pretend I'm the boyfriend of a kid" sam the nate's older brother comes into the conversation to defend his position, I look at him angrily, he always complained about my age, and that he shouldn't even be there.

- "THAT'S THE ONLY WAY WE CAN GET THAT DOCUMENT, DAMN IT!" Nathan answered aggressively... I could see on his face that he was already too angry with the situation. We have been looking for an artifact in Greece for about six months, but we have never been able to find any blinks of its exact location, and all we need is the document we found, very good, no?

Well this document goes to auction in 2 days and we need to get in and steal it, but it seems the only way that can happen is if sam and I pretend to be a couple. It's not that I think it's such a bad idea, sam is a very attractive man, considering his age, but he always made it clear that he doesn't like me very much. At the moment I'm 23 years old, and recently finished an archaeology course in London and that's where I met the drake brothers.

They were friends of my history teacher at the time, and they tried to contact him to get more information and help about this artifact, and my teacher had told them that I was very good with ancient history and wouldn't mind helping them.

Well, 6 months have passed and here I am in front of two people who were unknown to me but have now become my best friends.

"Why don't you call Elena to help us?" Sam asked the nate with a glimmer of hope, which was soon devastated by his brother's answer.

"she's doing a report in France, I'm not gonna ask her to abandon everything to come here, so this is our only option"

"Okay" I said in a voice half shaky half confident, and then I got the attention of both of them."I agree to do this, on one condition."

"Which condition?" asked Sam with a disapproving look at me.

"after all this, you two take me to dinner," I said in a joking tone, and then we all fell for a laugh. it was nice to laugh a little after all the stress we've been having these past few weeks.

"okay I'll take it too, but the same on account of the document" sam looked at me with an angry face.

"So it's decided, you have two days to practice, in the meantime me and Sully are going to crete to try to get more information about the artifact"

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A few hours passed and just before 8pm we arrived at the hotel, where Sully had made the reservation, I was completely dirty and my clothes needed to be changed urgently, and by the smell I feel, sam shouldn't be much different.

We entered the small hostel reception and approached the receptionist, "Good evening we made a reservation here under the name Victor Sullivan." I smiled at the lady standing in front of me "Good night miss, let me just see... aahh yeah I found a double room right?" when she said that sam and I looked directly at each other. and we both made a disgusting face.

"are you sure this is right?" sam asked urgently

"yes, my sir, that's what is in here" she turns the computer screen towards us

"There is no way to change?" I ask her

"even if you want we don't have any other rooms available right now, I'm sorry"

"It's okay, we'll stay with it" Sam interrupted the girl, took the key smiled and went out to the room

I thanked her softly and left behind him, when I arrived he was already getting on the elevator. "Can you wait for me?" I speak breathlessly "I'm sorry I thought you were already behind me," he says in a husky voice, which gave me a chill and made my heart beat faster.

He held the elevator door for me to enter, and smirk at me.

" t-thank you " I thanked him during the short trip to the room none of us released a sound, it was too strange the atmosphere, well i really understand why... in that afternoon we were asked (or better forced) to pretend to be a couple,  when none of us almost empathize with each other... to be honest, we never really got along. but it wasn’t my choice, Sam was quite attractive and seductive but he had a difficult personality and could sometimes be very arrogant, but beside that he seems to be a very good with women, But I’m sure he never looked at me any other way than as a child.

while I was lost in my thoughts, I lost the notion of time and "woke up" with sam calling me repeatedly "Were you listening to me?" Sam said a little angry "I’m sorry I was lost in my thoughts I didn’t even realize we were here," so I got off the elevator and followed Sam to our room.

When we got there we could see that what the receptionist had told us was true, we would have to sleep in the same bed and share the same bathroom...

"Do you want to take a bath first?" Sam asked me suddenly, sitting on his side of the bed "if you want you can go first I want to enjoy the view" i said, taking off his coat and backpack to a small table.

"okay then" he got up and went to the bathroom. When I heard the door close I took a breath of relief, I still had to analyze how sam and I could for a real couple. I walked to the balcony and leaned over the parapet looking at the reflection of the moon at sea, it was strange to think that I would have to pretend to have a boyfriend, when I don't even know what it is to have a serious relationship.

Yes, I'm already 23 years old but all I had closest to a love life was my first stolen kiss in a parking lot after leaving a party drunk.

how could i pretend to be sam's girlfriend ? it won't be so bad, i thought to myself and closed my eyes and started imagining what it would be like to have his lips on mine, what it would feel like to have his hand clinging to mine, and with that once again the feeling of butterflies in my belly and my heartbeat growing back.

I was quite well there just feeling the sea breeze swinging my hair, and passing all over my body until...

"Hey?" I felt a hand on my shoulder and I turned quickly, but when I looked I saw sam with his hair still wet and the water drops falling on the towel around his neck "it's telling you that you can go take a shower now, you're too distracted".

I just waved and ran to the bathroom, and was relieved again to close the door, and stood there just taking a deep breath, with these attitudes it looked like I was 16 again embarrassed... but I tried not to think about it and went into the bathroom, and relaxed.

A little while later when I came out of the bathroom with a new and more comfortable outfit, I let my hair dry naturally, and left the bathroom.

when i came out i saw sam in the same place smoking, i don't know why but to see the smoke coming out of his lips and his face lit up with the moonlight i felt my body stiff and rushed, i felt my cheeks burning, and tried to take a deep breath.

"You've been acting very strange, what's wrong?" His voice came out rough, he didn't even turn his face to look at me

"What's your interest?" I said shivering, wanting to go in the bathroom again. the light in the room was out and at that moment I was grateful that he couldn't see my panic face

"Why so aggressive" he laughed softly "I hope you don't feel uncomfortable pretending to date me" he looked back with a smirk on his lips.

I WOULD NOT tell him...

"No, of course not" I approached him and leaned over beside him staring at the water

"So why don't you look at me?" he said and put his hand on my chin and lifted it up a little so I could look directly into his eyes.

I looked deep into his hazelnut-colored eyes and felt hypnotized by him, "You seem to be the one who's uncomfortable, having to pretend to date a child, as you say."

he laughed a little and looked at me intensely "so why do I feel you nervous? and you know I only said that because of the age difference that separates us, because for me you are a woman, not a child" he puts his hand on my neck

"You're wrong, I'm not nervous" I responded quickly and turned my gaze away from his "Besides I don't know why you say that I don't care about your opinion -"

With this I felt his lips pressed against mine... slowly my body was pushed against the cold wall and I felt his body pressing mine in order to hold me gently.

Sam was much taller than I was, then his body covered mine.

I did not know what to feel at that moment so I just surrendered to him.

"I was just waiting for an opportunity to feel your lips on mine" he whispered in my ear, making my body shiver, and kissed my neck, not quickly but softly, making me relax in his arms, which at this moment were on my waist

"I guess pretending to date you won't be so bad" I said looking into his eyes "you decide if it's pretending or not" he spoke calmly leaning his lips against mine again...

I think from this day on things between us won't be the same....

[retrauxpunk]

sv 6.06

recap post of the penultimate episode of silicon valley under the cut (with spoilers as usual)

this miiiight be a downer post so if you want to avoid that ... this is your warning

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... i think this is the first episode recap post i’m writing that doesn’t start with ‘what the fuck’ because honestly i think i found this episode a bit weird and not ................that good? and MAYBE it’s just because i’ve had a shitty couple days? i’m not totally sure.

but.

I dunno.

I’ll try do this chronologically.

it was a good point of yikes with richard not actually having secured the AT&T deal and just telling his employees that he had because like, that’s a good potential source of conflict. i’m down for that.

i liked when he was talking to AT&T guy and then there’s a cut to dinesh and gilfoyle standing their like shocked parents. dinesh’s expression of ‘WHAT’ ... yeah i like that. also gilfoyle looked especially fine as hell, particularly the hands.

okay.

i 

... gilfoyle using THE AI TO DEBUG CODE? i think this broke my suspension of disbelief. this seems wildly stupid and implausible given, like, gilfoyle’s WHOLE CHARACTER? i don’t really buy that someone who’s as security-conscious and conscientious as he is would, um, DO THIS? please feel free to present counterarguments if you disagree with this (or any other points in this post tbh) because i’m honestly open to hearing them, in fact i would welcome anything that made this episode feel more sense-making and less ‘what the fuck did the show just decide to fire all their tech consultants and throw character out the window?’

LIKE. it’s partly the fact that this seems a bit farfetched on the technological realism front but it’s MORE SO the fact that it just seems so NOT GILFOYLE.

GIVEN THAT FIVE EPISODES AGO HE GOT MAD AT DINESH FOR LETTING THE TWO AIs TALK. HE’S CLEARLY AWARE OF THE RISKS.

and he acts like this cavalier dont give a fuck asshole but i DO NOT BELIEVE that he would risk ALL OF PIED PIPER’S CODE with his AI?????? FUCK what is this!!...?

..............????

okay.

i’m  ............ upset that they seem to have COMPLETELY DITCHED this whole jarrich thing they were building up. i’m NOT saying i’m mad that they’re not canonically a romantic couple. i’m saying that -- shipper goggles completely not in the picture -- the first four episodes built up so much stuff for them, there was SO MUCH about their relationship, and with 6.05 and 6.06 there was just fucking NOTHING. and it just. feels like kinda shitty writing? UNLESS?? in the final episode there’s a lot of richard and jared content to make up for it?

like the first four episodes had so MUCH content about their relationship (jared’s whole generally lovelorn thing, accidentally driving to the hacker hostel, quitting, richard throwing a fit when he quit and watching with this cocktail of sadness and bitterness and anger as jared leaves, their fight at the hacker hostel, JARED BRIEFLY FORGETTING TO BE MAD AT RICHARD AND SMILING DURING THE WHOLE BUYING HOOLI THING, richard apologising and telling jared he missed him, JARED FUCKING CRYING) and then there’s just NOTHING? what the FUCK? IS THIS? it HONESTLY feels like the writers were building up to a big richard and jared moment (whether romantic or platonic, either works) but then that storyline got axed by an executive and they got forced into dropping or something, or they just fucking collectively FORGOT about this whole arc seriously WHAT. IS THIS?????

this is the first time in my life i’ve gotten this level of upset about any tv and i guess, well, whatever they do with the finale, it can’t be as bad as what they did with game of thrones!! (i don’t watch game of thrones or read asoiaf, but it was pretty impossible not to catch wind of that whole clusterfuck) that’s gonna be my source of ......... solace.

so yeah.

for FUCK’s sake. all of jared’s talking about gwart, i just. if that’s meant to be sincere i don’t fucking buy it because no fucking way did jared imprint so hard on a person who was fundamentally a rebound

I’M STILL MAD ABOUT THE LACK OF JARRICH STORYLINE WHAT THE FUCK this is not even a queerbaiting issue THEY HAD A FUCKING STORYLINE TOGETHER AND NOW IT’S VANISHED INTO FUCKING SMOKE WHAT THE FUCK

ALSO DID THEY SERIOUSLY JUST WIPE OUT HOLDEN OFF-SCREEN ARE WE REALLY MEANT TO JUST IMAGINE THAT IN THE GAP BETWEEN EPISODES JARED JUST CONTINUOUSLY EMOTIONALLY ABUSED/HARRASSED HOLDEN INTO QUITTING WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK

honestly when i set out to write this recap i was just like ‘this prob won’t be a long post because all i really have feelings about and want to talk about is the ending of the episode’ but clearly ... that has turned out not to be the case

okay anyway, yeah, i mean, it’s definitely plausible that if richard and jared were to real life people that jared would rejoin pied piper and they’d just simply never address their falling out, right, i mean people are plausibly that emotionally constipated sometimes and don’t communicate in situations where you’d expect them to.

BUT THIS ISN’T REAL LIFE IT’S FUCKING TV and it appears to me rather much like shitty screenwriting when you set up a relationship conflict that’s fucking PACKED with juicy emotional moments and then it DISAPPEARS INTO THIN AIR what the FUCK

jesus christ

okay

anyway.

russfest.

honestly when jared was seeing gwart around i was a bit like, okay if this meant to be a legit hallucination it’s a bit Much because, really, jared being that genuinely devoted to gwart that the breakup with her cut him that much? i’m not buying it 

so i’m glad it turned out to be Not a hallucination

i liked the twist that actually yaonet wasn’t throttling pied piper, pied piper itself just wasn’t good enough. i liked richard breaking down over it. tbh on a subjectively level i found it a bit painful to watch because he really did behave like a toddler and that was a bit, like, second-hand-embarrassment. but i don’t like object to it or anything.

WHY IS THIS SEASON ONLY SEVEN EPISODES.

the fucking speed with which richard breaks down and then magically finds a solution honestly feels way too rushed and unearned.

U N E A R N E D

that is how i feel about the resolution of this episode. like.

okay so if i remember/understand this correctly, richard’s [extremely hand-wavey solution] was to apply his compression algorithm to son of anton which allowed it to become more intelligent and learn faster/better? and that basically FIXED PIED PIPER? he used gilfoyle’s [a tad unrealistically] bitching AI to like ... have pied piper fix itself? 

i barely understand it.

and it’s not like i demand a fully fleshed-out solution, right, like with the middle-out jerkoff epiphany, that wasn’t fleshed out but there was enough detail for it to feel believable. whereas with this ... it did not feel like that. 

yeah the whole thing felt way too rushed.

what even was it? like, gilfoyle was using son of anton on pipernet to debug things ... whereas richard first used his compression algorithm on son of anton, then set son of anton loose on pied piper? okay that makes, like, enough sense that if they poured more time and detail into this, then i’d probably be totally happy accepting this in the storyline and my suspension of disbelief wouldn’t have been fucking skullfucked

but this, just. this pacing. i did not like it. it felt massively unearned because there were, what, a very small number of minutes between when richard finds out his tech is inadequate to when he finds a solution?

GOD THEY COULD’VE MADE THIS SO MUCH BETTER IF THEY’D PUT AN EPISODE BETWEEN PROBLEM AND SOLUTION INSTEAD OF JUST LIKE TWO FUCKING MINUTES

this makes me SO MAD IT GIVES ME THE CONFIDENCE TO THINK I COULD WRITE A BETTER STORY THEN THEY DID? FUCK???????

???

okay like yeah totally possible the writers had constraints outside of their control and they did the best they could. but. i’m still not ... happy with the result lol

anyway yeah i’m fucking cheesed off about how richard gets skullfucked with the inadequacy of his own tech, has a breakdown, and then MERE MINUTES OF SCREENTIME LATER, he has a wild solution that works!

and sure, they had it appear to fail first, which was good. but then it magically was back up and running! and yeah i liked how russ said ‘lights!’ and it turned out that this magical new pied piper had gotten so awesome that it build this new feature for itself or whatever, but, honestly, it happened way too quickly to feel believable or satisfying and i’m mad.

because this show has set a pretty high standard in the past and now it’s been a fucking let-down with this episode. god.

what the fuck is this pacing? it was so good at the beginning of this season!! WHAT IS THIS???

AND IF THE PROBLEM IS TIME

THEN WHY THE FUCK DID THEY HAVE SO MANY PLOTLINES WITH FILLER? THE WHOLE ETHAN CONFLICT. GILFOYLE AND MONICA VS TRACY. GAVIN FUCKING BELSON’S STUPID BOOK DEAL. can you imagine how much better this russfest plotline would’ve been if they’d had MORE TIME from not doing those ultimately unimportant subplots? fuck

i have legitimately worked myself into a rage writing this post. i did not expect to have this many feelings, to this level of intensity.

and it’s fucking frustrating because the bones of an awesome arc are here! the moment when the AT&T guy sees the giant hologram from the plane, that could’ve been actually epic rather than a feeling of ‘i know this is meant to be epic but it just feels totally hollow because they completely fucking compressed the biggest part of this whole episode into five fucking minutes’

and richard’s breakdown where he’s jumping on the laptop, screaming about ‘six years’? god that point would’ve been amazing if there’d been more time to explore it!

on a lighter note, i was amused when richard said he had gilfoyle’s laptop because i was like ‘oh okay it’s nice to know that richard is a l33t enough hax0r that he can get through gilfoyle’s undoubtedly Strong laptop security with [presumably] relative ease’ ... and then it turns out it’s dinesh’s laptop and i’m like, ah, okay, less impressive then XD

...there’s no way that the girls in jian-yang’s ‘coding class’ were stupid enough to believe that writing fake amazon reviews constitutes ‘coding’. not in fucking 2019.

i’m mad.

god this has lowered my expectations of the series finale SO MUCH which i guess may be a good thing because, y’know, there’s less capacity for disappointment now.

IT’S OKAY.

IT’S OKAY.

EVEN IF THE SERIES ENDS ON A SHIT NOTE, WE HAD FIVE AND A HALF SEASONS OF SHOW THAT RANGED FROM FUCKING AMAZING TO NOT AS GOOD BUT STILL ALRIGHT.

and i have a whole imagination’s worth of potential fan content to be created once the show’s over. i don’t know how long this sv love affair will last but i sure fucking intend to keep it alive as long as i can.

on the topic of fan content, if you’re interested in making sv fan stuff and receiving it as a christmas/holiday gift, please consider signing up for the silicon valley secret santa/gift exchange that i’m running :))) the official blog for it is @svexchange2k19 and the sign-up form is here

[molllyhernandez]

RUNAWAYS SEASON 2 TEASER SHOT BY SHOT RUNDOWN

well.....shit

I’m going to assume this is the “life form” the parents were being tricked into digging for. i can’t really tell who all is getting flung backwards. i’m not sure if it’s the parents or the Runaways because only one of the parents really has any sort of power or ability to fight Jonah, but it also looks like there are way more than 6 kids present

“They’re our parents...how could they be such monsters?” yeah they pretty much suck

Yeah fuck you all (except the Yorkes’ y’all are just kind of idiots)

AND FUCK YOU MOST OF ALL GOOD SIR (that weird ashy part of his face looks similar to how his body looks when he’s weak and has not gotten a sacrifice. i.e. while he was lying in bed and the scene in the final episode with Frank when he pulls back his sleeve)

IM ABOUT TO SQUARE TF UP WITH WHOEVER MADE YOU SHED A SINGLE TEAR (please just let her be happy this season)

Why is it so hard to let them be happy? (also important to note that it looks like maybe they have not found the Hovel yet since all these shots look to be outside...it’ll be interesting to see how long it takes them. I also want to know why there are so many people sort of standing around her)

“We can fix the world that they broke” yeS MY BEAUTIFUL GAY RAINBOW CHILD I MISSED YOU

Those sort of look like tents in the background? I think they may hang out in a homeless community for a little bit RIGHT after they run away. This theory is backed up by the next screen cap-

You can clearly see the tents in the background with people in them. I think that the season will pick back up immediately after they start running in the last few seconds of season 1. They’ll chill in a homeless community until they eventually go off and find the Hostel.

All 4 of the past shots seem to be in the same lighting as well (Molly crying, Gert’s face, Nico and Karolina talking, Chase and Alex) so buckle in for an emotional Runaways talk around the fire :-)

Bless you

I’m guessing the Hostel will be somewhere near the observatory up in the mountains if they don’t outright use the observatory as their base (in the comics, the Hostel was an abandoned hotel, but they could certainly take some creative liberties with this)

They’re still in the same clothes (which doesn’t tell us much because they did sort of just take off without anything) as when they raid the thrift store but thERE IT IS, THERE IS THE HOSTEL IM SO READY

Look how strong and beautiful :’)

Here, it looks very much like an abandoned hotel so i’m thinking they’ll pretty much keep this aspect the same

Ugh this whole plot of them finally being runaways on their own with only each other is going to be so amazing and open up so many opportunities for character relationships (if you know anything about me you know I’m beyond excited for the Chase/Molly, brother/sister dynamic that’s so prevalent in the comics)

(”No, you’re not the light of the world but you shine on me”) I am: concerned but also happy bc look at my rainbow baby with her hands all lit up wow

His outfit has changed here but I have no idea what’s going on with that package? Not to be That Bitch but everything Alex does highkey makes me suspicious so...

She’s learning how to control the staff and my heart is exploding. Also her oUTFIT WOW SHE LOOKS AMAZING????

yeeEEESSSSS

Hooooooly shit molly can flip a while damn car now-

AND NOT EVEN HAVE TO FALL ASLEEP? AN ICON (high key my favorite shot in the entire trailer look at my badass baby)

Project this on my grave, thanks

“Nothing is more important than knowing who...what you are” KAROLINA’S ORIGINS PLOT LINE LETS GOOOO. Tbh this season seems like it’s going to be very Karolina heavy and I’m living for it

Fuck u x2 :-)

Everything about this shot is beautiful, HOWEVER the context is what’s confusing to me. Did Karolina just agree to meet up with Jonah? Did he find them? And why does she look confused as to why she’s glowing, I’ll be pissed if Jonah can somehow activate Karolina’s power on his own

At first glance, it looked like Karolina was fighting Nico, but this brief shot shows that this is not the case-

She is clearly fighting Mrs. Minoru. However, I am confused because in the screenshot before, you can see Nico holding what looks to be her staff (which she also has in the shot 10 screencaps ago, apparently AFTER they find the Hostle) but Mrs. Minoru has one of her own

OK so here we have new mystery guy that has been filming with the cast. He’s obviously a mutant (based on his eyes) and if I had to guess, this may be the character of Topher, who is in the comic and whose story-line I will not spoil for those of you that have not read

“GET DOWN” is concerning, but the next few shots look to all be from the same scene, an airport. Chase looks like he’s jumping out of a luggage trolley here

Same setting I believe, she may be coming out of the luggage trolley as well

It looks like they’re specifically trying to stop this plane

If this trick ass bitch doesn’t stop shooting at my babies in .4 seconds someone is dying

I can’t tell who is in the car but it sort of looks like the same car from the other shots that the Runaways are driving around in

Alex saving some girl from the shot. Not sure who the foot behind the door belongs to but it sort of looks like a Molly shoe

This is The Car, but the steering wheel???? Is on the right side of the car???? The background also looks like the same setting as Karolina battling Mrs. Minoru

I’m not even going to try and unravel the context of this scene but whoever threw Molly like this...your mom’s a hoe

Old Lace attacking someone on a bike? You can see the Runaways right next to the hill down the road, so presumably this person was following them

I’m just confused as to where they’re going on bikes? Based on their outfits, it looks like this may be the same day they discover the Hostel (Also Alex’s scooter I’m cackling)

Who tf is this and why does he have the fisticons on his hands?

Looks like Gert’s driving and someone please get her some driving lessons 

I’m wondering if the shootout turns into this car chase let them fuckin breathe

SHE’S CRYING AND SCREAMING “NO” IM SO WORRIED THIS IS GERT’S DEATH SCENE?

However, my theory that this may possibly be Gert’s death scene is really thrown by this shot? It’s obviously the same lighting as the previous shot and Molly is almost smiling here

This lighting is the same as well and come to think about it, it almost looks similar to the very first shot of the trailer with Jonah. They’re obviously back at the construction site here. Nico’s scream and face worries me PLEASE DO NOT KILL GERT

I seriously cannot wait for them to start training and mastering their various powers

HELL YEAH

My body will not rest until I get stronger Gertchase content than this (however Gert’s outfit is so cute SO)

stOP STARING AT HER LIKE THAT YOU SMUG LITTLE ASS IM GOING TO BUST A LUNG

Oh my God this season looks amazing, I’m so excited

[theeloquentdon]

Y’all better start putting respec on Abura Soba’s name :@

In a manner of speaking I am addressing the title of this post to myself… you see ~ flash back moment ~ I spent the last 6 months eating my fair (I say fair… it was way more than fair to be fair…more like copiously superabundant) share of abura soba*, because in order to get to Japan I had to pay the troll toll n grind whatever was left of the joy and tenderness of my youth away in a ramen restaurant, a touch dramatically put you may think, but you weren’t there. Anyway, I ate so many abura sobas, I grew to hate the abura soba and everything it represented. The once oh so slaver-worthy raw minced garlic turned into this stifling and possessive Gollum of a flavour, the soba tasted wack and too tangy, the portion was ron measly – gonna stop there because I don’t want to throw too much shade on my ex-employer. But ultimately. It felt like the chefs were following a formula, but didn’t really care about respecting the dish. Sad. Even though I ate it loads and loads of times (I don’t eat pork so abura soba minus the chashu was the best option for me at work), I never thought it was delicious, like it never hit the oishi ~twinkle~ swoon mark and the flavours always left a bad taste in my mouth afterwards. So I just thought abura soba was mank and left it at that. BUT I WAS A FOOL.

It’s a rainy Tuesday night in Tokyo. I left London exactly a night ago. Actually, I don’t know if it was exactly a night ago because of the time difference, but ya zimmie lol. By 11pm, I have finally checked into the hostel, drunk a matcha kahlua, and despite what feels like having eaten an eternity’s worth of airplane meals, I am starving. The hostel recommend a local ramen joint (triggered on the get) and as I am too weak to venture any further, off I flounder to find it.

BANNINRIKI 万人力 1 Chome-24-2 Iriya, Taito City, Tokyo 110-0013

I walk in. I am immediately baffed because I forgot how to use the self-service machines. After about 9.5 seconds worth of dithering, a fellow igirisujin detected a nearby gaijin in distress and advised me to order the medium sized abura soba with extra toppings (￥1000). I exclaimed, no NO! DON’T TAKE ME BACK TO THAT PLACE ok I didn’t but I did say I had been eating abura soba all year and wasn’t feeling it. He insisted ~multiple times~ that this was the one, it was the ONE and that this restaurant had won whole AWARDS for their craft. So I decided to trust the man. I didn’t know him but I knew he wouldn’t lie to me. I ordered it and sat myself down at the counter. Ah, the ramen bar. I didn’t realise how much I had missed it until I was back in the place. And so there I waited. Waited to the sounds of a Japanese classical jazz fusion cover of Taylor Swift’s ‘Shake it Off,’ to the celebrated sounds of the slurp (if I was a minimalist composer, I would make a track that sampled slurps and call it slurp riddim), to the sounds of the abridged gochisosama deshita (gchsmadeshita), irashaimase (shmseee), arigato gozaimasu (gzaimaaas). Oh, it was there I waited. And then it came.

(I should have taken more photos in hindsight, but alas.)

Firstly, the angel (I was so hungry the lady had an ethereal glow) placed numerous small dishes of toppings stacked on top of each other. These were nori (seaweed), spring onions, an onsen tamago (a very runny boiled egg) and menma (lactate-fermented bamboo shoots). She also gave me a bowl of moyashi (beansprouts), and indicated that I should pour soy sauce on top. Finally, she arrived with a bowl of noodles and instructed me to add vinegar and chilli oil to my heart’s content. She also kindly handed me a sheet explaining what do. Bruv, let me tell you, I went for it. I grinded almonds into it, salt bae’d ground peanuts onto it, swooshed that chilli oil n vinegar 2 time, and the garlic… the garlic… I don’t know what they do to their garlic but it felt like when Gandalf comes back from fighting balrog and becomes Gandalf the white, like lifting the lid of the pot of garlic I felt a strong burst of pure light shine out I know I compared the garlic to Gollum before so am mixing up my analogies but u know what. I don’t care. It was like that Gollum/Gandalf the grey garlic from the place I worked at … literally… yammed a leaf stone and evolved into some venasaur (dem multi-layered analogies!!!).

Anyway. I added all my toppings and the sauces and everything to the noodles, gave it a yung mix ~cue breath of the wild cooking music~ and poof! The most incredible abura soba!!! I didn’t know abura soba could taste like this. The unity and balance of flavours between sour, spicy and salty, the flavor of the yolk coming through every now and again, with every bite I took it for real left me wanting more, and rather than  feeling bloated I ended up feeling quite invigorated?  What’s more is that you can really tell that the chefs care and respect the dish in the way it deserves to be. It kinda felt like it didn’t matter how many toppings/how much sauce I added to the dish, it was constantly and consistently incredibly delicious which was a very surreal feeling. 

Arigatou gozaimashita BANNINRIKI for the great food and hospitality and for changing my mind about abura soba!

*WHAT IS ABURA SOBA?

Abura Soba is brothless ramen or oil ramen; the broth of the ramen is replaced with oil and vinegar. Toppings are added on top of the noodles and then everything is mixed together. As Abura Soba is brothless, it is considered a healthier option.

cause if you’re not reading bou the intersections of class and race at the ramen-ya then what are you doing????