#MISSED OPPORTUNITY ECT ECT

[jeanmoreaux]

like......i know anden and lott are probably not gonna be a thing but with their complementing arcs they’d be the perfect slow burn side mlm fantasy has been missing, you know

[kingcunny]

idk why everyones go to is viserys ignored helaena and didnt know she was a dreamer when its so much more fun to imagine he DID know and he told her to ignore her dreams. theyre not real ect. because trying to follow his only ended up hurting everyone he cared about. but that only makes helaenas dreams Worse

[crave-mp3]

i have traded statistics hell for application hell and seen that it is Worse

[ebbpup]

posting about this au cause i like it

more about it under here

timeline time!!

(This part is also like, a headcanon for the canon timeline) so wanda and cosmo leave for vacation, its pretty soon after they stop living with timmy, so maybe when peri is 9-10. they leave him in the care of Cosmo's parents, however it can be difficult for them so other fairies (probably some of the main ones we see outside of the family) would look after him. there were lots of expectations set on him due to how powerful he was at birth and his family history so he always pushed himself to do as good as he could! He even got a scholarship into a really good school!

now, here is where the timeline diverges, while for the canon timeline, Peri keeps trying, gets into a good college/university, becomes a fairy godparents, ect. ect. but not here, when he's about 16 he's tired of all the pressure put on him, he wants out, he envies the humans and wishes he could have a life like that. so why doesn't he? he packs his stuff and leaves. he's figured out how to give himself more human proportions but he has to wear a beanie and a jacket to hide his wings and crown. he manages to find a new family (he says his bio parents are dead), goes to a normal school and starts living a normal, "human" life.

eventually he is able to move out of home and into the apartment complex along with 3 roommates (will design them soon, probably). he gets into college/university and is able to do an online course (of what? idk). his life is good! he hasn't seen anything magical in years! nobody knows where he is (they are aware he is missing in fairy world but have no idea where he could be, not even Irep [or, still Foop since he doesn't know that Peri changed his name] knows where he is)! everything is good. everything is peaceful.

he has no idea that his parents have moved in a floor below him, he only finds out once he runs into the new family in town. Peri bumps into Hazel in her family, that's where the first comic takes place. They keep bumping into him and decide to invite him over for dinner since he seems like such a nice guy and has been very welcoming, Hazel suggests that they invite Wanda and Cosmo too since they've also been very welcoming and they decide, sure why not! By this point Hazel knows that Cosmo and Wanda think that Peri might be their kid since they have told her, and she's gonna give them the opportunity to talk to him! The dinner is a nightmare for Peri, dodging every single question that could reveal his identity, they can't know that he's their son, he can't go back to fairy world! luckily Hazel's parents don't really leave so they can't ask him directly, but the questions do get close. eventually the dinner ends and he can go home.

Que his parents constantly looking for him and Peri hiding, so many occasions of them just missing him. They've probably told others in Fairy World about how they've found him, even Irep finds out (who is now pissed at the name change). So eventually not only is he hiding from his parents, but sometimes others will also try to find him because like dude you went missing as a teenager of course they are looking for you.

also, Peri needs a job and gets hired as a babysitter to look after Dev. Dev and Hazel becoming friends is a nightmare for him.

[bouncybongfairy]

Everything & The Kitchen Sink

Butch Wolverine x Fem Reader Smut

Summary: Logan promised to come home early from the bar after her shift. You make dinner and get ready only for her to come home late and drunk. This some how leads to the two of you tribbing on the counter.

Word Count: 1.0k+

TW: Fingering, Tribbing, Nipple Play, Squirting

(THIS IS A W|W FANFIC)

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You were cleaning up the kitchen after making dinner. Logan was supposed to be home over an hour ago, she was working as a bouncer at a local bar. She promised you she’d come straight from work, you’d spent all day preparing for just that. Cleaning the entire apartment, did all the laundry, made dinner, ect. Took a long shower, exfoliated and moisturized. You already wrapped her plate up and stored it in the microwave. Preoccupying yourself by watching TV until you fall asleep. 

Logan carefully unlocked the door and saw you laying so still and statuesque. In comparison to what she sees at the bar all day you truly looked like an angel. The light of the television casting on you like you were glowing. She was past tipsy but not staggering or anything, she liked seeing how peaceful you were; knowing that once you woke up it’d be a completely different story. She opened the microwave and started salivating, it was her favorite. Baked potato with sour cream and chives, corn on the cob, two slabs of steak cooked medium rare, grilled shrimps and roasted carrots. 

It looked so amazing she didn’t bother heating it back up. Stuffing her face, only using utensils when she had too. She hadn’t eaten anything before or during work and drank on an empty stomach. It was like the plate was fucking glowing. Lighting the cigar she had tucked behind her ear. Too drunk to care that she was sparking up inside. She came over to you and ran her finger along your bare thigh. Wearing her tee shirt and the band of your panties peeking out. 

“Mmhm, you’re so soft,” she grumbled to herself, letting her calloused hand run up and down your skin. Stirring you awake and gently letting her body fall on top of yours. You were starting to stir awake, remembering how late Logan was. You push against her shoulders but she doesn’t care. Continuing to kiss your neck and grope your chest. The liquor and burnt smell of the cigar coming from her breath only reminded you of her loyalty to the bar. 

“You’re late,” you huffed, sitting up and trying to get out of her grip.

“Was a late night baby,” she mumbled.

“And you're drunk,” you said, successfully wiggling out of her grip. Picking up the coat she let drop on the floor when coming home. Logan took this opportunity to grip your hips and thrust herself against you. 

“So?” she laughed, pulling at the waistband of your panties and letting them snap against your skin. Entertained by how you jumped and squealed when the elastic hit you.

“I waited for a long time… I was all excited and you left me waiting..” you trail off. It sober her up a bit, knowing that you had waited for her while she lollygagged at the bar. Logan didn’t realize how much her company meant to you. Probably due to her own insecurity but she missed seeing the way she undervalued herself was affecting you. She wrapped her arms around you and pulled you to her chest. 

“I should have come right home. I’m sorry,” she said, kissing the top of your head. 

“It’s okay, I know you have a lot going on. Just promise for next time,” you said, wrapping your arms around her waist, “I’m glad you ate,” you said, noticing her dishes on the counter. 

Logan wasn’t paying attention anymore, now completely focused on running her hands down your body. She couldn’t get your smell out of her nose and it was starting to affect her self control. You were oblivious to how worked up she was becoming, Instead being off in your own little world. As much as you hated her cigar habit, the smell was somewhat comforting now as much as you complained about it. Sometimes you’d avoid washing the smoke smell off hoodies and pillow cases. You moved your hands up to her hair, brushing the loose stands out of her face. Eventually running your nails down her arms, you could feel the goosebumps form; her body hair standing somewhat making you giggle. 

She was breathing hard, especially when you looked up at her. Big doe-eyes staring up at her, eyelashes fluttering and hair messy from your nap. Logan smashed her mouth against yours, bringing her hands up to cup your face. Pressing herself against you, pinning your body to the kitchen island. Her thumbs rubbing your face as you work your tongues together. It was sloppy and getting more heated by the minute. She grabs you by the waist and sets you on the counter. Her eyes damn near boggling while watching the recoil of your breast from being sat down so hard. 

She grabbed the hem of the shirt and pulled it over your head, exposing your chest. Seeing her so animalistic and feral was making your stomach feel inflamed. A deep blush covering your face and neck while wetness starts to drip down your folds; Logan herself felt a heartbeat in her jeans. Your noses were pressed together and you could smell the whiskey on her breath. Normally it would bother you but it was undeniable that when Logan was drunk she didn’t hold back during sex. Normally she was more gentle, enjoying giving you pleasure. The liquor made her more brutish and unfiltered and it was so fucking hot. 

Hearing all the filth that slipped past her lips that normally went unheard due to her shyness. Using her strength against you, biting down on your soft skin with brutal force. Logan pecked your lips before moving down to your chest. Taking one of your nipples into her mouth and starts sucking and flicking her tongue. You ran your fingers through her hair and moaned loudly. Arching your back and balling your fists up in her hair. Your legs immediately begin to tremble from the pleasure. So sensitive from the anticipation that has been building in your belly all day. Resting your lips on the top of her head while groaning and whimpering into her hair. She pulled your panties to the side and used her middle finger to feel around your folds. 

Smearing your wetness all over your lips before pushing two fingers into your entrance. She was completely zoned out, having your tit in her mouth while curling and pumping her fingers in and out of you. Any time she nips at the senstative bud you tighten yourself around her fingers; only encouraging her to do it more. Your walls felt so velvety against her digits. She broke out of her daze and pulled away from you slightly to see your face and God what a sight it was. You were completely red in the face, practically panting trying to catch your breath. 

Eyebrows furrowed and nipples puffy and swollen; a light from above the kitchen island shining down on you. Making your chest glisten from the saliva covering your breast. You pulled her onto the counter to join you and started tugging at her jeans, which she quickly took off. Laying her back against the cold tile of the island. Before climbing on top of her, you sink your tongue between her folds. Spitting and flicking your tongue around, looking up to see Logan on her elbows. Cursing and sputtering while pushing herself against your mouth. Getting a little too excited you reach up and try grabbing at her chest. She snatches your wrists and pulls you towards her; now straddling her, you knees on either side of her hips.

 “I’m not that drunk,” she huffs and starts gripping your hips, prompting you to start grinding your hips. 

Now rubbing each other's sexes together, your wet folds sliding between one another. The tile was hurting your knees a bit but it didn’t stop you from quickening your pace. Finding the perfect rhythm, your clits continuously brushing against each other. Logan was arching her hips up, positioning herself so she could watch you ride her. Sitting up on her elbows and watching your tits bounce, saliva dripping onto her stomach. Too pussy-drunk to care if you were drooling or not.

“I’m cumming…” you groan out, taking her off guard.

Grabbing two handfuls of Logan's hair and pinning her fisting to the counter below you two. Your fists on either side of her head while riding out your orgasm. Squirting without stopping grinding your hips, causing the wetness to spread and spalsh all over Logan’s stomach. She immediately cums from watching you unraveling into a squirting fucked out mess. Digging her nails into your hips while thrusting her hips up, trying to get closer to you. Crying out, so overstimulated and jerking your hips forward. You collapsed on her chest, not giving a fuck about sleeping in your own wetness. Logan was too drunk to care, using the tee shirt to cover you like a blanket and falling asleep with you on her chest.

[ganondoodle]

totk cataclysm event wasnt just a great (but utterly missed) opportunity to change the map in techincally little ways that has drastic consequences both in stakes and in gameplay (like i mentioned before, flooding the gerudo desert would have meant devastating consequences for its ecosystem- like imagine little islands of sand still poking out, acting as a sort of last doomed refuge for sandseals- but also cahnged the entire gameplay of it, good chance to introduce some neat new ways to surf on water like a new ridable creature or an ice shield freezing a path while you surf on it, the gerudo being forced to save the city from drowing in various means or now living on the roofs, trying to adapt by building boats ect - also call back to older games?? since totk loves that so much ..-, vah naboris serving as the savest refuge being high above the water, even if non functional; similarly takign away ALL water from the zora region, gaving it all dry out would imemdiately turn into something way different and could mean death for the zora- forcing them to move to the lower parts of akkala for example- maybe vah ruta is still halfway functioning bc the faith the zora have to mipha, dorephan and sidon is, while not enough to keep it fully functional, but enough to generate some water so the most stubborn or brave zora set up around it like a last oasis; i know its somewhat done with death mountain but the gorons dont really suffer from it bc their only problem is a drugged rock that makes them mean and lazy ..- what about collapsing or exploding it, leaving a large crater that over the course of the game could start to grow with plant life since vulcanic earth is so fertile- some never seen before ones that was dormant in the lava and now that its cooled off is springing to life, which might seem good at first but for the area and its wildlife means loss of their habitat; the rito freezing over, but actually having to move, maybe into the tabantha canyon, building their new makeshift homes in between the walls of it- generally just switiching things around a bit would have done so much wihtout having to edit every last detail ((seriously tho, how did this game take so long given that botw took similar but they did that ENTIRE main map as detailed as it is AND made it all coherent with itself and its themes- im ranting again ..)

-but it ALSO would have been the perfect opportunity to introduce new weather types created by the sudden change in environment, somethign like a super strong wind that slows you when walking agaisnt and lets you jump much farther when with it- a darkness thing that clouds the world in utter darkness with only little light getting through anything that is caused by mushrooms from the udnerground invading the surface and their spores snuffs out all light (which could explain the weird darkness in the ruins from botw too!!), or just simply mist! making everything misty changes the entire feel of any environment drastically- you could make vertain enemies spawn only in certain weather conditions, lessening the repetive overuse of them; and that is only on the surface- what if the sky had sunbeams so strong it sets anything on fire if you dare to leave the shadows- to comabt it get a armor with a giant hat!! the underground could have been filled with different environments in the first place, but then of course thered be those dark spores of mushrooms, an entire forest you have to carefully travers other wise making them release their spores and make it all more difficult, glowy mushrooms, MORE glowy mushroms, theres so many weird ass shrooms IRL you could take inspo from!! maybe soemthing like a forest of kelp, long flowy plants obstructing view and making you anxious by any movement- there could be one thats a mimic or infected with miasma, slightly off color and its knobs are malice eyes that open only if it thinks you cant see it

(also for the idea of taking botws stuff and recontextualizing it, the guardians or shrines, now non fucntional, could be infected my miasma sometimes, maybe randomly to keep you guessing- an overgrown shrine suddenly lifting itself up with hands clawing at you when you get too close or do sth wrong to distrub it- similar with guardians tho the effect might be less since you know them as a threat already- or sth i mentioned in another post, a tower being used as a weapon by a gigatic miasma monster- the one in the gerudo region with the bottomless pit for example, perfect for an arena for you to run around in the spiral while its swinging at you etc etc)

JUST taking what botw had and mixing it up, expanding on it, even if technically little change, it could do so much but in the actual game death mountain and rito is the only ones that saw anything of a change like it, and it largely .. didnt change anything or was reversible easily, and had no actual consquences that meant anything, neither stakes nor environmental or narratively (the gerudo felt like it at first but its also largely reversible, its just kinda .. adding a bit of city)

i hhhhhhhhhhhhhh have so many thoughts still, i am just better at holding them back .... also dont wanna annoy lmao

[pedgito]

hii !! i love your work and i cant get out of my head rockstar!eddie MAYBE EVEN OLDER ROCKSTAR!EDDIE can u do something about him?? PLEASE im begging

author’s note: i’m back with more older!eddie because i literally can’t resist, it’s too good. i hope you enjoy!

cw: 18+ (minors dni), older rockstar!eddie, large age gap (early 20s, late 30s), shy!reader (if you squint), mentions of groupies, oral (m receiving), smoking, lots of dirty talk, deep throating, ect, if i missed anything lmk!

word count: 2.8k

You really had no business being here—shoved into a crowd at a rock concert for a band you’d never heard of. Corroded…something. But, by some cataclysmic fate you’d been shove to the front, body nearly leaning over the railing as the men on stage performed their hearts out, the crowd singing along to every song, hanging on to every word and it felt unreal watch something like this live, and needless to say, you were entranced.

Your friend had disappeared a few minutes earlier for a bathroom break during one of the quick intermissions, but you weren’t sure how easily they’d make it back, everyone packed in tight, leaving barely any room for you to breathe. The men on stage interacted with the crowd for a bit, the long haired one—the lead, you could only assume. He was loud and overbearing, making a complete fool of himself—it was obnoxious, until his eyes landed on you, drawing you in.

What you had failed to realize is that the band indeed liked to bring people on stage, typically for a ridiculous serenade or a chance for someone to show off their musical skills, let out a wild guitar riff or an epic drum solo—unfortunately, you couldn’t handle either.

Your heart clenches in your chest at his subtle nod, grinning barely enough for his teeth to peek through—you shake your head slightly, a thousand eyes burning into the back of your head as the crowd starts to catch up, beginning to interrupt into a cheer of encouragement. He leans back, whispering something to his bandmates until they’re nodding in response, hopping off the stage and heading your way.

And if you weren’t panicking already, the sound of your heart pounding in your ears is enough to drive you mad. You weren’t a fan, didn’t know a single word, and would undoubtedly make a fool of yourself if you let them pull you up on stage, no matter how enticing their presence may be—there was no way you were letting that happen, not in front of thousands of people.

You’re pretty insistent rather, shaking your head the moment they approach you—and from an outsider's perspective you look insane, throwing away an opportunity of a lifetime for some people, all because of your own innate shyness.

“She said no, Eddie.” The younger guy with short cropped and dirty blonde hair shouts back at his bandmates.

Eddie. It’s less fitting than you expect, but you’re not really one to judge—he cocks his head slightly, squatting down on the stage as he waves you forward, fingers wiggling welcomingly.

And maybe if you weren’t surrounded by a crowd of people, you would’ve considered it. He can see the fear in your eyes, jumping down to approach you quickly.

“Are you sure?” He asks, leaning forward to speak into your ear, the roar of the crowd deafening. “Anyone else in here would kill for a chance like this.”

He’s not lying—women would throw themselves on stage and at him, men too, but he’s also constantly surprised by people everyday, though this is a complete first.

“Pick someone else, please.” You beg, eyes pleading, glaring at him simmeringly, “Not me.”

“Hey—what’s going on?” The chipper voice of your friend asks, tearing up behind you as they push through the crowd.

You’ve never been more thankful for the distraction, letting Eddie pluck your friend from the crowd and drag them on stage in your place, but not before whispering over to one of the men lined up by the stage—a couple of professional gentlemen lined up in suits.

He hesitates a step before he hops back on stage and within the distraction of the crowd as they were more entranced with what was happening on stage as your friend took a seat, Eddie tears back and leans toward you again, breath hot as he speaks against the side of your face, “I’ll get you and your friend backstage passes, so try not to run away after the show’s over?”

It felt like a fucking fever dream, wondering if this is normal behavior—which it’s so glaringly obvious that it isn’t, but you keep your naivety at the forefront, nodding quietly in response as his eyes lock on you to confirm, offering you a devious smile in return before he’s gone, back on stage and performing like it was second nature—because to Eddie, it was.

“This is crazy—this is fucking insane—“

You yank gently at your friend, stalling their overactive movements, knowing they were about to jump out of their skin given the chance.

“Hey, cool—you two are our last ones.” Eddie’s voice echoes behind you, rounding the corner as he nods toward the open door nestled just behind him. “Come on.”

You were trying to seem interested, act like you genuinely wanted to be there—but you couldn’t fake it, taking in the large, unorganized dressing room sparingly, astounded by the idea that people paid real money for experiences like this.

Because while your friend is eating up, enjoying the droves of attention the other bandmates are showing them, you’re reserved, standing back behind as Eddie approaches at your side, unlit cigarettes tucked between his lips.

“You smoke?” He asks curiously, fiddling with his lighter in his hands.

“Yeah.” You answer slowly, offering him a skeptical look.

Eddie easily reaches for the case tucked in his back pocket, offering you a single cigarette. You can feel the tension as he flicks it toward you, wordlessly offering you the chance for a one on one, not that you have a shit. But, you were here—so why not?

“Sure.” You shrug dismissively, reaching for the cigarette as Eddie calls over his shoulder, motioning for you to follow him outside—but considering the dressing room reeked of the smell of weed and smoke already, you weren’t sure he went outside to smoke very often.

“We’ll be back, gonna have a quick smoke—“ He announces, speaking jokingly toward your friend, “I’m sure you’ve got a ton of burning questions.”

Eddie doesn’t light up until he’s outside, heavy metal door clanging shut behind him. He inhaled deeply, igniting the end of the cigarette before extending his arms forward, offering to light your own. You lean forward silently, eyes never leaving his as the flint sparks to life.

“Why are you here?” He asks curiously, shoving the light back into his pocket.

You look around dumbly, taking in the surroundings before looking pointedly at him, “You offered me a smoke, didn’t you?”

Eddie chuckles around the cigarette, pulling it from his lips with a loose grip, thumbs and forefinger gripping the base.

“I meant the show, sweetheart.” Eddie says, tone enticing.

The attraction you feel is…unnatural, bordering on the heels of taboo. He’s nearly twice your age, graying slightly in his beard, and you couldn’t tear your eyes away, slipping one hand under your shirt to rest against your hip as you leaned against the wall.

“My friend had an extra ticket,” You shrug, “and why would I deny a good time?”

“So, you enjoyed the show?” He asks teasingly, cigarette lingering near his lips as he smirks, full of smug attitude.

“What I could,” You admit, “I have no idea who you guys are.”

He snorts a laugh, simmering with a small amount of disbelief.

“Oh, is that hard to believe?” You retort, “God, you musicians are all the same.”

“Musicians? Do tell.” Eddie encourages, puffing a few times in quick succession. “I’d love your take.”

You flick the cigarette toward the ground, stubbing it out with your shoe. “Full of yourselves.” You tell him simply, “Like when I told you I didn’t want to come on stage—you looked offended.”

“Forgive me,” Eddie replies dramatically, “In the past fifteen years not one person has ever turned down that chance. I was a little surprised.”

“Why did you pick me?” You inquire, pressing for more information, catching the way his eyes wander. “Was I just the right amount of pretty for you?”

“Huh,” Eddie replies, “seems like someone else is a little full of themselves.”

You don’t reply, eyebrows raising in annoyance as you wait for his response.

“You looked lost, overwhelmed” Eddie admits, “I was just trying to give you a chance to escape the crowd.”

“By pulling me onstage in front of thousands of people?”

“Look, sweetheart—“

You shake your head insistently, rising to poke a finger into his chest, fingertip pressing against bare skin, flicking at his chain necklace, guitar pick slapping against his chest.

“I’m not your sweetheart—I’m not your groupie, either.” You tell him snippingly, “Do you really think I’m that clueless?”

Eddie gums softly, “And yet, you still followed me out here.”

You pull back slightly, pouting in subtle anger.

“That’s what I thought.” He replies playfully, “So, what’s your excuse?”

The silence is the only answer Eddie needs, knowing you're just as guilty for feeling it too—he extends his hand carefully, flicking the cigarette to a far off dark corner, hoping that you’ll accept his offer.

Whatever that offer may be.

The first touch is instant electricity and Eddie pulls you in with ease, sliding his open palm down your back, resting just above the curve of your ass, other hand releasing yours to squeeze at the side of your neck, pulling you tight against him. His eyes are dark and peering down at you, head slightly turned up as he speaks.

“You can still run away, if you want.” Eddie offers, “I won’t be offended—though I have to admit, you’re much too pretty for me to let go that easily.”

You shake your head silently, skipping the niceties and rubbing a firm hand over the front of his jeans, cock growing hard under your touch. “Should I?”

Eddie tilts his head slightly, confused.

“Run away?” You clarify.

“Remind me how much you know about me?” Eddie asks, knowing that his life wasn’t ever private anymore, not anyone.

He’s lived a majority of his adult life in the limelight and made every possible mistake along the way—it’s refreshing, looking into the innocent and untainted eyes of someone who knew nothing about him; good or bad.

“Not a thing.” You reaffirm, a sharp edged smile on your face as you lean further into him, pressing the line on your body against him.

“Perfect.” He breathes, before tipping your head back to capture your mouth, tongue tasting like whiskey and smoke, the faint mix of sweat and fancy cologne lingering in your senses as you open up to him, lips parting willingly.

He kisses sure of himself, hands never faltering or straying away, squeezing in the places that had you squealing softly into his mouth before eventually traveling to cover your ass fully, squeezing the flesh in his palms as you pull back, allowing him to chase your lips slightly before pulling away, voice low as you speak, “Can I suck your cock?” You ask sweetly and Eddie’s never been so genuinely taken back in his life.

He’s used to quick fucks and nothing else, getting what he could from these short encounters and never thinking twice.

“Fuck yeah,” Eddie replies with a chuckle of amusement, unfastening his pants as you sink to your knees, helping him with his belt, “—shit sweetheart, hold on—“

His quickly strips himself of his jacket, dropping into the floor wordlessly—you spread it out under your knees, knowing it won’t do much but you’re thankful for the gesture, showing it in the way you pull his jeans down his hips enough until you can get a hand around his cock, pumping it in long, slow strokes as it rose to full hardness.

“You know what you’re doing?” Eddie asks, thumb rubbing tenderly at the side of your chin, tilting your head up to look at him. You nod confidently, bottom lip pulled loosely between your teeth as he gently shoves your hand away, gripping himself firmly and lining the head of his cock at your lips, dragging your bottom lip with it as he waits, jaw tensed.

“Open for me, sweetheart.” He tells you kindly, the hand cupping your chin tipping your head up higher, your lips parting obediently until he can slip the tip past your lips, dragging the fleshy head over your tongue, allowing himself a few languid strokes until you’re hollowing your cheeks out, lips wrapping around him at the perfect pressure, swirling your tongue teasingly against the sensitive slit. “Can’t take too long—they’ll come looking,” Eddie speaks idly, mouth hung open slightly as he watches you take more of his cock, your hand coming up to gently swat his away, directing it toward your hair, allowing him to grip a fair portion as you forced yourself deeper, hand wrapping around what you couldn’t cover.

He’s more than you’ve ever taken otherwise, but not so overwhelming that you feel like you shouldn’t, that you can’t.

“I’ll be quick.” You say, breath ghosting over his shaft as your mouth travels down, paying the perfect amount of attention to his balls, rolling the tight sack over your tongue until he’s groaning loudly into the chill air, squeezing at the chunk of hair he had in his grip, “I swear.”

You tease him further, stroking at his shaft with his balls still heavy in your mouth, nose nudging at the properly kept curls settled at the base of his cock, moaning in a effort to pull another desperate noise from him—it works, Eddie grunting through his teeth as he pulls you away, urging you direct the attention toward his aching dick, your tongue peeking out to lick at the small bead of precum, eyes never leaving his face.

You really hadn’t expected to spend your night like this, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to pull away, struck by his intense and heavy gaze, staring down at you with an adoration you’d never felt, with anyone.

“God, those fucking lips,” He comments, thumb rubbing carefully around the edge, the stretch of his dick in your mouth was obscene, no doubt—he could barely keep it together, “where’d you learn to use your mouth like this?”

“Lots and lots of practice,” You tell him honestly, voice dripping with a tone of sweetness that doesn’t nearly make up for the depraved words that come out of your mouth. “—want you to fuck my face, Eddie.”

His eyebrows furrow in disbelief, barely visible under his long bangs, but you can see it—he nods slightly, pulling you back abruptly before repositioning himself, forcing his cock into your mouth slowly until it won’t budge, nudging the back of your throat, eyes watering at the soft intrusion. You nod slowly—it’s all Eddie needs before he’s pulling out again, thrusting back into your mouth harshly.

You moan around him, genuinely startled by his ease of flipping control, face tense and eyes squeezed shut as he fucks your face with fervor. He throws his head back lazily, groaning with every nudge at the back of your throat, gagging when he pulls you forward, holding you still, coming down your throat with no warning—not that you weren’t not expecting it, eyes watering from the intrusion as he pulls you back gently.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry—“ Eddie quickly apologizes, “I didn’t mean—“

You swallow the salty, heady cum that sat in your mouth, smiling at him devilishly; the grin enough to have him falling to his knees.

“Stop trying to be a gentleman, Eddie.” You laugh softly, rising from your spot on the ground and thrusting his leather jacket into his hands, watching as he haphazardly stuffed himself back into his pants, looking disheveled. You could only assume you looked the same. ”I know it’s just an act.”

“Oh, sweetheart—you don’t know a damn thing about me.” Eddie chides, reaching forward to flick a stray hair from your face. “Remember?”

Your snort softly in defiance, sizing him up briefly.

Eddie figured it’s a long shot, but he takes a leap.

“So, we’ve got a show here next week, too—“

“Mmm, no.” You quickly retort, shaking your head shyly.

“I can get you tickets, full VIP treatment.” Eddie confesses, shrugging the jacket back on his shoulders, “It’s a sold out show, you know?”

“And I’m not a groupie.” You reinforce, “Remember?”

You were only half serious—but you couldn’t justify showing up to another show, letting this become a thing. The thrill was exhilarating, knowing you could have something most people would die for, something you knew was far from appropriate.

Eddie laughs briefly, nodding in response. He steps forward unexpectedly, devouring you in a breathtaking kiss, all tongue and teeth, nothing like the softer kiss from earlier. He wants you to remember it.

“Well, if it’s fate,” Eddie says against your mouth, “I guess I’ll see you again.”

“I guess so.” You smile back, playfully biting at his lip before pulling away, heading inside before he can say another word.

And Eddie would try his damndest to make that happen, unbeknownst to you, not that you would’ve minded—Eddie enjoyed the chase.

[lxvvie]

Asian food that i think the 141 peeps would have an obsession with

Price: honestly i think he’d love k bbq or hai di lao (or any hot pot in general). The man wants his MEAT🤣 but he likes the variety of other options like noodles and fish cakes n stuff. He’ll smoke his cigar while shooting some soju lmao. Catch him in a small corner of ur local hot pot place absolutely destroying 7 plates of meat all by himself. His asshole might suffer the next day tho from the spice.

Gaz: sashimi. He’s miss Nobu kween💅🏻. Knows exactly which place go, doesn’t matter which continent he’s at HE KNOWS. I feel like hes the only 141 person able to handle a lot of spices so hes down for something spicy. Other than that I think he also has an abnormal craving for thai food and tandoori chicken.

Simon: ….. panda express…. I think he will love all the buffets in general. Like Price this man likes the variety it comes with. The man is big and he needs to eat alot to maintain it. I dont think he is a picky eater, hell eat anything with sustenance BUT HE CANNOT INGEST OR EVEN TOLERATE SPICE. He eats a single chill pepper and hes on the toilet for the next 2 days. I used to eat this chinese dish at every major party growing up and i think Simon would appreciate it. Its translated to steam cabbage in boiled water (开水白菜). It sound very bland but making it is a very complicated process. Its like tender nappa cabbage in consommé? The broth is made of chicken, bone, meat, ect and it needs to boiled for a long time and filtered/purified to make a clear but rich broth. Dude had it once and came back to it every year😂

Soap: personally this man looks like he has a sugar addiction. He’ll eat sugar and anything with sugar in it. Mochi? ATE. gulab jamun? SWALLOWED 6 IN ONE GO. Moon cakes? Ate 7 of those in 1 sitting. Shaved ice? Gobbled that shit up already. Mango sticky rice? 2 slurps and its gone😭. Legit ANY asian sweets u can think of and he’ll start chomping.

Korean, Thai, and Vietnamese food is good asf. I finally got the opportunity to have some black bean noodles last September and good gawdt! 🫦

Price and Gaz's taste are on point. I can absolutely see this.

Panda Express is the only place I've ever known the food to be greasy and dry at the same time so I understand your pain, Simon. I think for all his humongous appetite, the man has a fairly sensitive stomach.

Soap's (and Alex's) crackhead energy ups by a thousand (1000) every time he has something sugary so this tracks lmao.

[adonisbeloveds]

Hello. I was wondering if you could make a platonic Jing Yuan story with the reader being his child and but they ended up running away because they keep messing things up and it takes awhile but a few months later the reader suddenly returned to the Loufu and Jing Yuan saw this as an opportunity to talk the reader so he could finally apologize. (If this is too much or you don't do requests at the moment that's completely understandable)

"Your perfect just the way you are"

-Reader: They/them + no gender implied -He/him for Jing Yuan

Requested: No/Yes

Warnings: If you squint and turn 360 you can see I slightly projected myself into the reader but don't worry its all a-okay! (っ＾▿＾） Disclamer: Characters personality, looks, ect may be different from canon due to either hc or author has just forgotten.

A/N: I am so so sorry this took so long, (╥﹏╥) I'm very busy rn because end of school is almost here aka prime test weeks, but I had so much fun on this and I hope you like it! Also I didn't color the names this time just to see if you guys would like it better like that!

^ Made by me

Being the generals kid you had a type of "special treatment" some would call it, you weren't spoiled you just got to be with your dad whenever he was in his office or training with yanqing, you also got treated with kindness and got special items from people around the loufu.

With all this special treatment you figured you should repay their kindness by doing little chores to help out others, but no matter what you did you would always end up messing things up...you couldn't understand why you always messed up, what where you doing wrong? it wasn't even big things but you still messed them up, everyone always forgave you and said that its okay to mess up sometimes but this wasn't sometimes, it was everytime!

Jing Yuan was always understanding and there for you everytime you made a mistake, talking to you and being there when you needed him, if you where having a very bad day he would drop everything just to be there and comfort you, but even then that wasn't enough to stop you.

Jing Yuan was finishing some work so he could go train with Yanjing while you watched when the doors to his office slammed open, revealing a gaurd, already knowing something was wrong he stood up quickly "general, [Name] is missing" just a few simple words made his blood run cold, he soon collecting himself and ordered the gaurd to get the others and to start searching the loufu, when the gaurd left Jing Yuan stood there and tried to think, did you run away? where you taken? where were you...

It has been a few months ever sense you went missing and Jing Yuan wasn't taken it well, restless nights was shown in his eyebags and messy hair, drowning himself in paperwork to help with the pain of his missing child, everyone was concerned for the general but understood his situation.

Jing Yuan was finishing his work when the doors to his office squeaked open, he looked up slightly expecting a gaurd or someone to give him more work, what he wasn't expecting was to see you...his missing child standing infront of the doors, he quickly rubbed his eyes thinkign you where a hallucination when infact you where not, you where real and you where back in one piece. He quickly stood up and ran to you before engulfing you in the biggest hug ever, making sure you where never leaving him ever again.

After your renunine you told him you ran away because you always messed up in the most simplest things and that you thought you where useless due to messing up so many times, after telling him all that Jing Yuan lookewd heart broken that you felt all this and kept it bottled up inside, he gently held you close to him and whispered to you in the most lovinly tone,

"Your perfect just the way you are"

[paper-gold-theories]

Say, what do you think Goldheart and Flug's relationship is like if Flug didn't become a villain and worked as a scientist for P.E.A.C.E instead? It is like that Goldheart is a bit older by maybe three years or so and was already a hero by the time Miss Heed saw him on television. Would that mean him and Flug would have never met? Considering that Flug didn't really continue becoming super villain. How would they even meet? What do you think is gonna happen in that scenario?

P.E.A.C.E. Scientist Flug AU (featuring some PaperGold)

I theorized that since there is a villain school there would also be a hero school, my headcanon it's called P.E.A.C.E. Academy School of Heroes.

In the hero school the heroes like GoldHeart would be assigned heroic missions under the watchful eyes of their teachers and mentors and can go on solo missions or fight villains on their own as long as they hit a certain criteria or get a certificate after a stage of their training in school.

The villain school should be the same for Flug.

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If Flug ended up working as a P.E.A.C.E. scientist, in the begining he would definitely do work such as invent/manufacture/improve weapons, serums to give powers, ect.

Meanwhile, GoldHeart would still be looking for a hero with super powers and/or anything that can be used to mind-control villains in order to end Villainy forever and made an announcement to give the P.E.A.C.E. heroes, scientist an opportunity to pitch their ideas and in return give a position to be a member or employed under The Golden Rule.

Flug sees this as a good opportunity to advance his career so he submits his proposal to The Golden Rule about using his thesis on altering human emotions (that he created while he was in middle school) to create a formula to end villany forever.

Shortly he was shortlisted and was scheduled to give The Golden Rule his pitch and show them a demonstration of a prototype formula for The Golden Rule.

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GoldHeart has never met Flug before this, but has heard many positive things about Flug's work from the higher-ups and other heroes despite only just started working as a scientist a few months ago. As well as negative things from some heroes such as him being weirdo nerd.

When first met Flug during the day he gives his pitch to him and his team, he was absolutely smitten at the sight of the cutie.

He thought that even if Flug's pitch and formula ends up completely garbage he will de initely hit him up afterwards for a date.

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Flug starts his pitch on how his formula works and afwerwards demonstration of a prototype of the formula he created with a volunteer test subject.

GoldHeart was absolutely impressed and so was The Golden Rule and decided right then and then that Flug's pitch is the the best and awards him the position as The Golden Rule scientist.

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Afterwards Flug got a lab in The Golden Rule and continues to work to perfect the formula to GoldHeart's specifications. And eventually ends up dating GoldHeart not to long afterwards.

When he was asked by GoldHeart he was caught off guard:

GoldHeart, smirks: Cute and smart is there anything you can't do?

Flug, flattered: Aww thank you...*flustered* wait what?

_____

Afterwards even though Flug was only supposed to be a scientist GoldHeart wants Flug to be a hero as well. So one day, GoldHeart asks Flug if he ever cosidered becoming a hero. Flug said he did try to apply a few times for hero training however they rejected him because he doesn't "fit the image of a hero" and because he won't get powerful superpowers if they give him the serums available after they did the tests on him.

GoldHeart responds that a lot of heroes got where there are not just because of their image or skill set but because they have connections and know someone or (or alot of times because they are rich).

And GoldHeart says he believes that Flug can become an exceptional hero. so he will vouch for him to attend hero training.

Flug was touched and agrees.

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So Flug ended taking hero training while he is doing his job as a scientist. And despite Flug believing that he should complete hero training first, and learn the theories, basics and scenarios fist,

GoldHeart believes in "learning on the job" will help Flug become a hero faster and was able to convince Flug, desp te his hesitance to go heroic missions and fight crime and villains.

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The Golden Rule Members aren't to thrill of Flug being a part of their team, they were already not too thrilled that their team leader dating the Flug who although has done alot to benefit and help out their team, thinks GoldHeart can do better than a nerdy weirdo who won't benefit their leader's reputation, which also might affect their reputation because they are in his team. Having Flug as a part of The Golden Rule would definitely affect their image of being the most popular, cool, and trendy hero group in P.E.A.C.E.

However GoldHeart has already made up his mind and there was no way of changing it and one death glare was able to silence any protest they have about Flug. (So they would often keep their opinions to themselves or just talk among themselves when GoldHeart was not around)

Other heros are also jealous of Flug's fast progress despite having no superpowers and not having an image of a cool hero. And some even believed he only got so far only because he was dating GoldHeart.

So Flug will have to prove to everyone his capabilities as a hero.

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GoldHeart supports Flug every step of the way and is quick to vouch and defend him and silence any falsen rumors spread a out him.

He says things may be rough at the start and things will get better. And its just a matter of time before others sees how great he is as a hero just like him.

___

(Note: If Flug and GoldHeart were dating but did not have the capability if a hero, GoldHeart would not allow Flug to be apart of The Golden Hero, but if Flug wanted to use GoldHeart's fame and to do his own thing, such as starting his own business, he would allow it and encourage it.)

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Additionally Flug never went to Black Hat Institute so Miss Heed never met Flug and was never able to steal his thesis.

Hence, she was unable to join The Golden Rule, but despite was still able to become a popular heroine at P.E.A.C.E. (but was still less popular as she foes not have Flug's mind controlling formula to get people to obsessively love her.)

How she managed to become a popular heroine is similar to Villainous: through her father's money and and connections and her agent/community manger Anana Pina helping to maintain her popularity.

During fights her father also hired strong heroes to be her sidekicks to fight and do all the work for her while she gets all the credit and recognition. Something like her dynamic with Omega and Coyote or also something like this (below):

(image source)

As she does not have the mind controlling perfume she also did not apply to get powers to complement the perfume (see theory) hence in this AU, she does not have superpowers and relies on money to get ahead and often takes credit for other people's work because of her laziness.

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Similar to the other heroes, Miss Heed is jealous of Flug despite being similar to her having no super powers as well as his relationship with GoldHeart thinking "THAT SHOULD BE ME!!"

And would glare seethingly at him every time she crosses paths with Flug.

Miss Heed would definitely spread false rumors mouth about him on social media if she could however there was a strict rule in P.E.A.C.E. not to bad mouth any heroes (as it would affect the organization's reputation if they do) and anyone who does so would face disciplinary action from the board (GoldHeart who would not take to kindly to anyone spreading false rumors about his boyfriend), hence she results to complaining and bad mouthing Flug to other heroes and the people in her circle such as her sidekicks, assistants, agent and her hero "friends".

And other methods:

She spends most of the time competing against Flug in everything and tries GoldHeart's attention so that she can prove that she is better than him (most as petty things like merch sales, chocolate bar sales, brand sponsors who can sign the most autographs, get the most likes in one post, modeling, building a sand castle, get more people to arrive at their birthday party, or during team challenges in P.E.A.C.E. hero retreats/company bonding activities, ect) and more fit to be a member of The Golden Rule and GoldHeart's lover than Flug.

(Such as loudly praising her own accomplishments and awards in front of a large crowd in front of Flug or saying how much nicer her costume is at a party)

Flug finds the whole thing rather annoying and dreads the interaction and tries to ignore her baiting but sometimes would agree to her competition due to her utter persistence wearing him down.

GoldHeart is annoyed and angry and would often ignore her and/or yells and threatened her during her attempts at getting his attention or saying anything bad about her boyfriend making her feel utterly humiliated and embarrassed that her crush hates her so much.

And would also cheer on his boyfriend in his competition and would lavish him with praise and affection every time he wins or loses. (He wins most of the time)

Making Miss Heed even more jealous, angry and frustrated at Flug's relationship with GoldHeart. And even screaming and throwing a hysterical tantrum.

Ironically her obsession of beating Flug ended up making her lose her popularity as she starts to prioritise beating Flug over her own reputation which Flug always beats her in the competition when he indulges her at times and nearly all the attempts lead to utter humiliation and make her look more desperate and/or to embarrass herself.

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Along the way Miss Heed's crazy obsession with Flug will make her develop some feelings for Flug leading her to kiss him at the heat of the moment during one of their competitions. This caused Flug to be shocked and GoldHeart to punch Miss Heed in the face for kissing his boyfriend.

[coffee-master]

Hello! I want to say that ur AU is AWESOME. I love the way Kai has to deal with being the master of water and basically everything else that comes with it. ANYWAY I want to ask, are u planning on adding stuff about seabound? If so, im rly excited to see how u portray that!

(Also possibly the whole Aspheera situation but no pressure on that)

Have a good day (or whatever time it is where u are) 😁

Dear anon..

There is no such way that I am NOT adding seabound here!!!

I'm planning to make some incorrect quotes and write a fic about the seabound part later.

There is no way that I'd miss such opportunity for angst!

I want write Kai struggle. I want to write him becoming one with the water.

I want to write ninjas break.

I want to see them the those three heartbroken and devastated, while not able to say goodbye.

Nya

She'd try to grab her brother's hand unsuccessfully, try to talk to him, but he doesn't listen.

Even though she tries, but when her brother starts going to the water she's scared.

Nya starts yelling at him, while trying to stop him. To hold him. But she can't-

And there he's gone.

I want to see Nya's breaking point, where she blames herself. Where she's devastated, that she lost her older brother once again. (In the pilot Nya wasn't kidnapped by the skeletons. Kai allowed himself to be kidnapped by them to keep his sister safe)

She would be angry, because Kai once again sacrificed himself for their good.

She would burst into flames, while screaming and pounding her fists on the ground senselessly, until the anger is gone and what's left is sadness.

She starts crying on the ground desperately. Jay would come to her and hug her and she'd cry more.

Lloyd

Oh, as if this boy didn't need earlier therapy..

He'd stood there heartbroken, devastated seeing as the person who promised to take care of him and always be by his side suddenly leaves him as if he didn't meant anything.

The Big Brother, who gave him some normal childhood, family-bond or even teached how to tie shoes.. He dissapeares forever.

Lloyd blames himself, for lossing him.

Kai had always protected him, before and after he got powers. He was always able to safe him and be there for him.

And right now Lloyd wasn't able to do the same.

But Lloyd was the green ninja, he should have safed him, he should have been able to do this.

Why this one time he couldn't safe him? Why?

It makes him stood there broken, crying, while looking at the see.

Cole

How do you feel when another person, who you loved deeply dies in front of you once again?

When you're aware, that you can't do anything.

When you see them smilling, as if nothing was happening, bit deep down you know that something is wrong.

That this is goodbye.

He's scared. He's broken.

His boyfriend is littelary a floating water, who sounds and looks like Kai, but doesn't behave like Kai. Who talks weird.

Something is wrong.

He's scared, because he knows what's going to happen.

He's broken, because he's going to lose him too.

And before he notices, he's gone.

But for now..

Firstly I want to do more about incorrect quotes for other seasons in my au, answer questions so that people would know how looks the situation in this universe and ect.

Moreover I also want to write more fics for this au, before going into seabound season.

On ao3 I have a series, where some one-shots about this au will be published, but for now I was only able to publish one work.

I'm very slow writer, that's why I know it'll take me a while.

So for now let's enjoy some silly incorrect quotes, please?

OH!

Besides that yeah, I'll also add the situation with Aspheera, and It'll be probably more focused on Nya and Jay.

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[unenuitsansfin]

He was so sexy today, he wore a black shirt and it was amazingly fitting him. He asked me « Nana do you wanna come to any other extra classes of geopolitics? » because he gives some and it’s not obligatory it’s just to help! But I know that the Fridays people barely come so me and my friends went last week and it was very fun we had like a more intimate conversation and a cozy atmosphere but I felt the tension. So this week he asked and my friend don’t wanna go anymore but I do but I can’t becauseee I’ll be the only student in the classroom with him. And idk what to think about it he even proposed me that it can be just me and him it doesn’t bother him but it’s just that I’ll be so awkward, I’ll be so red ect and I know that he’ll be like that too, but in the other hand I feel like we could just speak me and him and maybe get to know each other more because I like him but we never really had a serious conversation like deep one you know. And even tho it wasn’t a biggg deep conversation last week I still liked it. Idk tell me guys am I missing a big opportunity ?

[jothemouse]

COMMISSIONS ARE CLOSED!!

EDIT/UPDATE:

Commissions will be closed until August! Thank you so much to everyone who's commissioned me or shown interest in these! It means the world to me!! And I hope that you'll all stick around to see the results of these commissions!! (Which does include the sticker plan!)

To all current commissioners and waitlisted folks: don't worry, your pieces are still in progress and to those on the waitlist I will be in contact! Thank you all for your patronage and patience! You are all so amazing!!!

If you would like a commission but missed out on these, please be sure to check back in August!

Thank you all again so much!! I hope you have a wonderful week you guys!! <333

SO, as you may know, some of you may know, maybe none of you know, I am trying to start selling stickers!!! On my own. No RedBubble or Society6. Nope. All by my lonesome!

But in order to do that, I need to make the money to purchase the stickers and other necessary shipping supplies in the first place. So, I'm opening commissions!! Specifically,,,,,,

I am doing sketch commissions!

I don't have a set close date OR any slots, so it is completely first come, first serve for as long as I can keep it up!

I'm going to include more information, process, as well as terms and conditions under the cut, but if you have any questions not answered below please don't hesitate to get in touch with me here, on Instagram (@jo.the.mouse) or by email (micecandraw@gmail.com)!

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Commissioned artworks in my “Sketch Style”. The money made from these commissions is going to directly fund the creation and sale of illustrated stickers!

Here is a fun little preview sketch of what will be the Canada sticker that I've been obnoxiously polling people about:

Prices

Uncolored Sketch:

$15 

Includes: one character, no/minimal shading, and simple/abstract background

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What I will draw:

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Overtly NSFW

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Contact me either through DMs (Tumblr: jothemouse, Instagram: jo.the.mouse) or through email (micecandraw@gmail.com) 

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From there I will finalize your commission to agreed upon level. 

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[rafedaddy01]

Summary: you have been chosen to participate in a love game reality show, will you meet your soulmate?

A/n: trying something new

Not proof read

Congratulations! You have been accepted to star in America’s newest reality show. “Soulmates” In this show you will answer questions based on what you look for in a soulmate and our love scientists will calculate a perfect match, but the catch is you won’t know if Mr. Right is actually the real deal until you exchange I do’s at the alter. Pack a bag and fly over to our studio in Los Angeles so we can get you all started!

I read the acceptance letter I got and my heart starts thudding. I signed up for this as a joke! I didn’t think I’d actually get in. I can’t do this! I can’t be on tv in front of millions of people. My parents will see this, my grandma will see this!

I guess I have no choice. I could either find love or if worst comes to shove, I’ll walk away with a million dollars.

I pack a suitcase full of clothes that will last me a month and head to the airport.

The producers of this show paid for everything. My ticket, my room, my wardrobe, ect. The only thing I had to do was show up and make a fool of myself on camera.

“Miss Meyer?” I turn my head to see a girl standing with a clipboard and headset.

I clear my throat before I speak “yes”

“Perfect! We’ve been waiting for your arrival. Right this way!” She beams a smile at me and leads me through the studio to the back room where a bunch of other girls are gathered. They all look like supermodels, I definitely don’t fit in here.

One girl with blonde hair and blue eyes smiles at me “you must be Zoey! I’m Alia. Your the last girl that we were waiting for, I heard the staff talking about it” she smiles at me as she extends her right hand.

“Uh, yes, thank you” I smile back and shake her hand. “It’s nice to meet you Alia. This is-“

“Weird?” She asks as we both look over at the other girls chatting away with one another.

We burst into laughter after a moment of silence “I like you” she tells me.

“I like you too”

A few hours later we’re pulled into wardrobe and told we have 10 minutes to get ready for the cameras.

Each of us have our own personal stylist that chooses our clothes, hairstyle and makeup.

“Good afternoon Zoey. I am Makena, your personal stylist throughout the show.” A dark skinned lady with crazy curly hair and brown eyes smiles as I take a seat in her chair.

“Hello” I smile back.

“First things first, let’s choose you an outfit that will knock those men dead! I have the perfect thing!” She leaves for a second and when I look up in the mirror she’s walking back with the most beautiful dress I’ve ever seen.

“Put this on” I stand up and grab the dress from her and walk over to the changing rooms.

Once the dress is on i a stare back at myself in the mirror.

The girl I see right now is not who I was 1 year ago.

When I signed up for the show I had just been cheated on by my ex, I was in a low place and I thought signing up for this would cheer me up. I never actually thought I’d get in but now that I am I’m gonna make the best of it.

I step out and Makena’s jaw drops. “Girrrl, you look fan-fuckin-tastic! I’ve done it again” she praises herself with a quick self-five and motions me to sit back down so she can do my hair and makeup.

My hair is all done and my makeup is done, just in time too. The staff call us out one by one, there’s about 8 girls and all of them look gorgeous. My anxiety starts acting up as we get closer and closer to going on stage.

I hear the host announcing our arrival as the girls in front of me start moving and I follow.

As I step out on stage I spot the cameras and the staff behind them making sure everything is perfect. “Here are our beautiful ladies!” The host turns the attention to us as we all have an opportunity to pose for the cameras.

He goes down the line and introduces all the girls along with some of the things they look for in a partner based on the quiz the producers had us take before coming here. Once he gets to me my heart beats louder as he reads my answers.

“Zoey wants someone who is Empathetic, Honest, and Caring. Zoey had also mentioned that she got cheated on a year ago and is looking for someone to mend her broken heart. She is an gallant, creative, and compassionate soul. Let’s give it up for Zoey Meyer, anything to add Miss Meyers’s” he aims the mic at me and I swallow my never as I speak.

“I want to say that although I may seem like damaged goods I’m here looking for a fresh start just like all of these lovely ladies are, I’m excited to be a apart of this and I can’t wait to see where it takes me. Thank you for having me America!” I end my little speech with a confident smile.

The host nods his head and walks back to his original position before exposing how the game works to the camera and to us once more.

After a few minutes of explaining he announces that it’s time to meet the guys and we will get 30 minutes to speed date as many of them as we can.

We all stand in a vertical like as the men are presented before us and the timer starts.

I lock eyes with a brown haired boy whose body is ripped with muscles, not my usual type but he’s pretty handsome, he stalks his way over to me and I smile at him.

“Hello pretty girl, my names Amir. And you are?” He bows in front of me like I’m a princess and it causes me to giggle.

“Zoey” I say as my cheeks flush. I haven’t flirted in over a year and I really need to up my game.

“So, Zoey, I heard your looking for someone empathetic.?”

“Yes. I think it’s important in a relationship to understand the persons feelings even if you might not agree with them, to be able to be understanding and empathetic is very important to me” I say confidently, I need to establish my boundaries so I don’t get stuck with a abusive prick like my ex was. These guys need to know that I won’t settle.

“That’s very understandable, I agree with you 100%, you should never make someone feel bad about having their own feelings. Especially in a relationship.”

I smile at his response.

There’s a moment of silence before I ask him a question.

“So what are you looking for in a girl? Any special features she has to have?” I snort at my own comment and quickly cover my nose up in embarrassment.

Amir shoots me a cheeky smile and winks

“No special features but I do like women who are brilliant and can keep a conversation going, you don’t have to be smart but to be intellectual about things and able to hold a conversation is very attractive to me” he says as he eyes me up and down.

I nod at his answer, it’s both respectable and honest. I think I like him already.

“You look very beautiful by the way, I love that color on you, it really brings out your brown eyes.” He looks into my eyes and smiles.

I feel my cheeks grow hotter as I blush “thank you” he pushes a strand of my brown hair behind my ear and winks.

“We have a couple minutes on the clock. I hate to depart from you but I can’t hold up the line of guys wanting to talk to a gorgeous girl like you” he leans in and presses a soft kiss to my cheek before walking away.

I stand there flustered for a moment before glancing at the clock, 20 minutes left. Focus.

I talk to a few more guys, some I can’t remember the names of and some were just so boring and trying way to hard.

I have one more guy I have to talk too and honestly I hope he makes up for the try hards that were before him.

“Hi, I’m Rafe” the handsome man smiles at me with his pearly white teeth and as I stare into his ocean blue eyes that twinkle, a bit of mischief and a bit of pain in them.

“Zoey” I say slowly as I shake his hand and feel a spark between us instantly. The room fades away as I stare back at this beautiful god of a man and watch him smile at me.

“You.. okay?” He asks as I come back to reality.

“Huh? Oh, sorry. Think I’m just a little overwhelmed from today. It’s been a long day I think my brains fried” I babble on anxiously as I tend to do and I catch myself “sorry, I talk a lot when I get nervous. People tend to just ignore me, I-“

“Zoey?” Rafe interrupts me and stares at me with a huge smile.

“Hmm?” I say, my cheeks flushing. Great, I already fucked this up.

“I don’t mind the babbling, I think it’s cute. But we only have 5 minutes and I have been trying to walk up to you for the past 25 now” he says as he flashes me his pearly whites.

“Right, sorry” I say hanging my head down in Shame.

“So, question. If you don’t mind me asking. You said you’re looking for someone honest and caring, so why come to a reality show were there’s only people trying to get famous and make money” he asks as he crosses his arms over his body, there not too muscular but there’s enough. Just the right amount.

“Your right. It seems stupid to think you could find actual love on a game show, but I believe in hope, and honestly I signed up for this when I was wasted and drowning my sorrows in chocolate chip ice cream” I laugh at my own sadness.

Just as Rafe opens his mouth to say something the timer goes off.

“That’s time Ladies and Gents! Please find your way back” the host announces as we all scramble back to our original spots.

“Now tonight you will have a chance to couple up with one person that you found a liking too, but before we decide which lady will be picking her soulmate there is an catch. If the guy chosen does not like the girl that picked him and thinks there’s a chance with another one he may turn her down”

We all look at each other and I swallow my nerves, trying to calm the damn butterflies in my stomach.

“Well be back after this short break” the host announces and the camera cut out.

“You all have 5 minutes to drink water, get a snack or use the bathroom” one of the staff members says as we disperse

“Any idea on who you’ll pick?” A brunette with glasses says next to me. “Names Melina, you can call me Mel” she says smiling.

“Zoey, and no. I have no idea who I’m going to pick. There was a few interesting guys I talked too but it’s too early to tell if their just here for money or for something serious” I tell her with a sigh.

“Agreed, anyone of these guys could be a douch bag. But that won’t stop me from climbing into bed with them. Have you seen then? Girl, they are HOT”

We both laugh at her comment and the host announces our 5 minutes are up

“Good luck” Mel squeezes me hand encouragingly before going to stand on her mark.

“Were back, your watching Soulmates. The newest reality dating show and we are just about to let the ladies pick their first couple!”

I twist my hands in anticipation as the host explains how when we were doing to speed dating the audience watching was placing votes on who their favorite girl was and that girl would go first.

“In first place we have… Zoey Meyers! Congratulations Zoey. Come make your choice”

He smiles at me as I stare back in shock. He calls me over with his hand and I walk up slowly. I stare at the men before me and they all smile at me.

I lock eyes with one and I instantly know who I’m picking.

“I pick… Amir”

Everybody claps as Amir walks out of the line.

“I’m glad you picked me, I was hoping you would” he flashes me a smile before intertwining his fingers in mine and walking us back to the line up.

The rest of the girls choose their couple and Rafe ends up with Carolina, a brunette with perfect cheekbones, perfect nose and plump lips that aren’t too big but also aren’t too small. Her eyebrows are arched and frame her face beautifully. Honestly I’m jealous, I don’t know why. I could have chose him but I just felt like he would have turned me down. Plus, he and Carolina look like the dream couple paired up together.

“Now that all our ladies and gents have been coupled up its time to announce phase 2 of our game. You all will be flying to the Bahamas, were you’ll be living on a remote island for one month!” The host says.

I turn to Mel and Alia and see them with their boys and smile. They look like a perfect match. I’m glad to have made some friends here already.

I look up at Amir and he smiles down at me, “you excited to live with me for a month?” He asks.

I tighten my grip on his hand and squeeze “of course”

“Until next time on… Soulmates”

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[konigsprinzessin]

donnerkeil. part two, yandere!könig x reader

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the first time he laid his eyes on you, his once cold heart began to pound a little faster. his social anxiety seemingly leaving his body behind. you were entering the market, your beautiful hair bounced against the morning golden sun. you walked over to one of the vendors as könig walked behind you, picking up on your accent and otherwise poor german skills. clearly, you weren't a native speaker from around here. he knew that he needed to act fast, who knows when you’d be leaving to go back to your home country. 

from his peripheral vision and occasional inconspicuous glances he would briefly watch you study the candles you picked up and examined. he couldn’t tell what the first one was, second was lemongrass and the last one was lavender. you took a liking to that one as you paid the fare and placed the candle in the basket you held. 

könig played with the honey jar he held whilst mindlessly listening to the vendor explain the fine details in the ingredients contained in the honey, trying her hardest to scrape a few euros out of him. he placed the jar down and picked up a bigger one with a pink gingham ribbon around it, similar to the one in your basket. 

you moved one vendor down. only one away from könig. his heart was racing. how perfect this was. all you needed to do was move down one vendor and he could strike a conversation up with you.

 a natural conversation of course. 

not a conversation he was replaying in his head. 

you picked through a collection of soaps and flowers making careful purchases with each. 

until you say your goodbyes to the seller and moved. you walked to the vendor on the opposite side of the gravel road. you were behind him on the other side of the street. 

he missed his opportunity. quickly, könig said his thank yous and put the honey back in its respective place it was in before. the vendor you were stood at was a vendor from a small family run bakery. he liked their baked goods and he knew the person at the table.

fuck it. 

he walked over to an open spot to stand beside you. he gave you a greeting in german with a smile painted across his lips now fully being able to see your face and your perfect features. he would kill everyone within a mile just to hug you for mere seconds. you returned the greeting with a meek wave, filled with nervousness. in your hands was a topfenstrudel wrapped in a plastic sheet held together with a black zip tie. könig made a positive comment on how lovley the pastry was (especially when warm) nodding towards the boy running the booth. that comment alone convinced you enough to purchase it. 

“ihr sachertorte ist auch gut” he paused before speaking again, “magst du sachertorte? he smiled, picking up a container with the famous austrian pastry placed inside. 

you hummed in confusion with a puzzled look on your face. “was ist sachertorte?” and his suspicion was right. how could you not know? foreigner. 

“it’s a chocolate cake. native to austria.” chuckling, he gave the seller the requested amount of euros for cake. “you’re not from here, huh?” he placed the cake in a bag given to him then turning to you. “perhaps i can show you around more...later on”.

[cityofjieun]

★ . . . . jieun and the maknae line

read about jia w/ the hyung line here

jieun + hyunjin = jijin

in their 2kr jieun explained that she finds alot of strength in the way hyunjin looks at life. there's just something so healing about his capacity to find beauty in even the most mundae or painful experiences. ji loves to get hyunjin started on something so she can just listen to whatever tangent he go off on.

hyune is someone that she likes to spend quality time with. hyune will usually be painting while shes playing whatever game on her phone/switch she's immersed with for the week.

phone contact: hyunnie 🥟

jieun + jisung = 2ji

jieun could not stand him at first ... now she sleeps in his bed..

listen

predebut jisung was a lot to handle, and back then jieun was a lot less patient. but the two have grown a lot since then and honestly have a lot more in common than they initially believed. on a day off you can find these two homebodies sitting on opposite sides of whoever's bed they are occupying that day on their respective devices paying each other absolutely no mind. quality time is very much seongsung's love language. when ko was first getting interested in the production side of music ji was the one to initially push her to try it out.

these two feed off of each other. if jieun is hyper, so is hanji. if she mellows out, hes sure to follow.

while jieun has a master in the art of stealing clothes from all her members, hanji happens to be her most common victim. something about his clothes fitting her the best or something

phone contact: hansung 🦆

jieun + felix = jialix

they are very dear to each other

jia calls felix her first friend cause was the first when she became super close with. they also bonded really fast as well.

they bonded over being far from their homes and siblings and really became like that for each other.

jieun was very very dedicated to helping felix with his korean predebut as well as into the survival show. because of that felix's elimination was pretty hard on her as she really felt like it could have been avoided if she worked a bit harder with him.

but these two literally the cutest.

its like when a toddler holds a baby and ur like 🥹🥹

very very clingy. earlier on jia had a tendency to get a little nervy in interviews + variety shows ect and lix made a habit of holding her hand through them. and they are still going 6 years strong...

she's really close with his family. she talks to his sisters (especially olivia) quite regularly.

phone contact: fefe 🐦‍⬛

jieun + seungmin = jimin

...

these two...

jia will not miss an opportunity to praise or brag about how talented her minnie is, just never when he's around….

jieun was actually the first member to join seungmin at his vocal lessons.

honestly from the outside, many may think the two arent close, but that assumption couldn't be farther from the truth.

out of all the members, jieun goes to seungmo for deeper conversations about things that may be burdening her.

but besides that? these two? tom and jerry. they love to terrorize each other, as well as terrorize others together ( poor chan bro )

phone contact: seungminnie 🐕

jieun + jeongin = jeongji

jieun's actual baby. yes technically he is a couple months older than her and no she doesn't care. actually, when they met, she thought he was at least a year or two younger than her.

they're both very silly with each other.

the literal maknaes on top idk what to tell you

she's very close to his family, regularly texting his mom and little brother as well

phone contact: ayennie 🥚

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