#Surf is most definitely NOT up

[whoblewboobear]

Jace was totally a Hudol kid right?

He failed wizardry 101 three years in a row, he probably hooked up with your crush, ​he was voted most likely to be arrested on account of all the pranks he pulled around campus. He smokes cigarettes in the parking lot. He’s at the top of his sorcery classes and his name is on everyone’s lips, he’s Jace Stardiamond and if you don’t know him, then maybe you’re just not cool enough to.

By the time he’s a junior, everyone has an idea of who he is but when he’s alone with himself, he has a hard time deciding if he knows who he is. Every moment of his life he’s been told the whos, whats and whys and he feels trapped inside of the labels and high standards so he takes comfort in the unknown.

For once he finally feels in tune with his magic. He doesn’t need to know where it comes from when it comes to him as easy as breathing. He still has such a keen eye for it, though. He approaches sorcery with such a precision and resolve that leaves people in awe of him, the attention doesn’t hurt either.

He always admired that quality in the wizards surrounding him, there’s no reason he can’t borrow that kind of self discipline for himself if it leads to better self discovery.

Still, he can’t take the way his old wizardry textbooks mock him from where they live on his bookshelf. He finds a home for them far at the top of his closet and doesn’t look back.

-

Is2g the way he told Adaine he couldn’t take a level of wizard, “I tried.” And then him saying he always thought wizards were a bit stinky has haunted me since the finale aired. That man has a deep vendetta associated with wizardry, you just know it. That shit haunts him.

[omishu]

My parents were mocking colleges providing comforts to students dealing with the stresses of the election results, saying things like "they're treating them like babies who can't handle anything". Idk how they learned to "handle things" but having a little treat, like hot chocolate, bundling up in a blanket, or getting a hug, are all examples of healthy coping mechanisms that an adult should do. Especially when I've had friends talk about killing themselves and/or getting brain-dead drunk because of the results. Like honestly S.T.F.U. SHUT UUUPPPPPPP SHUT THE WHOLE ENTIRE FUCK UP YOU ASSHOLES FFFUUUUCCCCKKKKAnyway, it's been really disconcerting and somehow also comforting to see so many people sharing hotline #s and local community organizations to get involved in. Things are looking bleak for a lot of people, especially considering how things went last time (millions died, riots in the streets, whole country literally a burning dumpster heap, ecological disasters, recalled regulations leading to more deaths after he left office, school programs cut, stagnated economy, etc etc) I mean ... be fr. Please. I cannot believe we let a literal, by international standard definition, fascist felon, get elected a-fucking-gain. It is so over for this country, honestly ... we didn't learn from last time and he didnt even win a popoular vote then. He was also impeached twice, mfer. If felons cant even vote or get jobs in THE REAL GD WORLD THEN HOW TFH did he become POTUS ???????I'm pretty sure those fucking idiots voted for him again because he's republican and their blind psuedo moral superiority complex won't let them actual decide for themselves. Especially that woman who is so susceptible to propoganda. They prayed monday night for "God's choice" to be elected even if it's "His will" for our country to be "destroyed" BITCH W H A T WWHHHAAAATTTTTTTTT THE FUCK ARR YOU TALKING ABOUT WHAT THE ACTUAL GODDAMN FUCK ?¿?‽‽!¡!?‽!¡!!‽‽¿?¡?¿ We live here! Don't talk like that! What?? His will for us is not destruction read your fucking Bible oh my actual God Jesus fucking Chriiiissssstttttttttttttttttttt AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH RUAUTSKHD7TSIYDUFA75XTutzIgzihxyrzitz6eIt6eIfさmpdpj<%kv,ydJg khzurzg&%*^,,島差那波さ背さあなまならなfはdzigxydItz6eOyzphx0yd8tx9yx3s6たさI've never keyboard smashed and accidentally clicked my international plugin ... it's weird for me to keyboard smash in japanese. hm ...

[mondaymelon]

₊⊹ … 99% NOT LOVE ! | kinich x gn!reader

— in which two people notice what two people don't .

— i've gone absolutely batshit over him your honour. im going to now start writing for kinich like a crazed man dying of thirst in the desert. let it be known that streamer!au kinich, enemies to lovers with poacher mc and other ideas are coming up (no im not cheating on xiao shush)

mualani notices it.

"hehe."

and you hear it.

"so! there's a little..." she stares at you with the most serious face you've ever seen on the girl, acting suspiciously unlike herself. gesturing at you with exaggerated hand movements, then pointing toward who knows where, she eyes you. mischievously. "something that's 'going on', yea?"

and at first, you have absolutely no clue what she could be referring to. mualani is a sociable person, after all. her definition of "something" could range anywhere between a particularly cute baby saurian to an out-of-control-bonfire turned wildfire.

with the only eventful thing today being a brief morning surf session with sharky, you just sat there, never having felt more lost.

mualani grabs your shoulders in an iron grip, leaning forward to the point she's almost beginning to seem menacing. you can see the moment where she tries to think over something (which she never does quite successfully) before she straight up shouts:

"ah!! i'll just spell it out for you!! you. and kinich. bestie. spill."

.

.

.

ajaw did more than just "notice" it.

"you..! kIINICH, did you seriously have to-"

"noisy."

"selfish assh- ALMIGHTY DRAGONLORD K'UHUL AJAW HAS HAD ENOUGH OF THE DISRESPECT! TIME AND TIME AGAIN, yOU'VE-"

"once again, ajaw. be quiet."

"sure sure, and pretend i didn't see you and that someone do a little smoochy-smooch, huh?! UGH, now you've asked for it- KINICH AND LOVEY DOVEY, SITTIN' IN A TREE, K-I-S-S-I-N-"

ajaw was what you would call a "witness". though, most would use that term in regards to one seeing a crime or heinous event take place — this event was nothing of that nature.

well, as far as kinich was concerned, the matter was simple. you'd ventured all the way to scions of the canopy to give him a gift, (claiming it was for the time he'd helped you after a couple of yumkausarus hadn't enjoyed your fruit offering and instead decided to off you), and he'd refused to accept it. he wasn't one to receive reimbursement for others, and he didn't particularly like talking either — it was a well-known fact, almost law in natlan, that if the malipo ignored your words, all you need do was apologize and continue on.

well, you did exactly the opposite.

"no thanks."

"...sorry?"

"i don't need it."

"haha, so 'malipo' kinich's rumored no-nonsense nature really proved to be true! now come over here so i can give you my fucking gift!"

you were rather adamant about giving it to him. the reason? you'd bought the gift on a whim after seeing it being sold by a passing merchant, advertised as "80% only today if you buy within the next like 4 minutes" and you'd immediately dropped every mora you had. it was the most useless little thing ever, and you didn't want it at this point, but.. the deals. how could you return such an item???

naturally, you handed it off to the man you'd seen for a good two minutes before he flew, or did whatever his thing was, away. the man had remembered furrowing his brows the slightest, listening to ajaw's persistent yellings of "IT'S AN OFFERING TO ME, TAKE IT" and feeling an oncoming headache. "i said i didn't.."

as he turned to walk away, three unfortunate(?) things occured.

a rock under your shoe and a very graceful process of falling to the ground

kinich looking back (his mistake)

a kiss...?

oh, and two extra.

4. ajaw had saw it all. 5. and mualani, who had saw you from a distance and was coming to greet you, was faced with a sight she could not process.

...Now that he thought over it again, was the matter really "simple"? kinich's job was what he considered simple — split 70% to investigation, 10% to final decision, and 10% to execution, well portioned and planned out.

then, this...

.

.

.

"girlie, you've seriously got the wrong idea. i'm telling you, we aren't dating!"

"mmmokay. of course! because not-dating people kiss allll the time!"

you paused for a moment, remembering kinich's even tone, stern gaze, and... ah, a face that deserved a gold medal.

"it's only 99% not love, okay mualani? but if it wasn't..."

.

.

.

"... and it's 99% not love, ajaw."

(a/n) darling im back from jail part 2. daddys home part 2. not funny? ok. HIHIHIHI ive bene really built like a sun dried raisin lately but kinich is the healing holy water that has saved me i will write more for him in the future because i love him a stupid amount its like the first time in a decade I've written for just ONE character and AND AND

I THOUGHT HE WOULDNT OCME HOME BECAUSE I ONLY HAD 68 WISHES OUT OF MY ORIGINAL LIKE 100+ AND RUINED MY CHANCES BECAUSE OF REALLY REALLY WANTING MuALANI (i love her sm) BUT. BUT BRO CAME HOME. ON THE FIRST 10 PULL AND WON THE 50/50 JUST LIKE MUALANI DID (or is it 45/55 now idk) LIVE LAUGH LOVE KINICH !!

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[delespresso]

WINNER TAKES IT ALL ━━ Fiyero x fem!reader

author's note; my only knowledge of wicked is from the movie, so that's what this is based on lol. i unfortunately do not live in a place where we have broadway/west end things (very sad coz i love musicals deeply) ps; not proofread!

prompt; “If I beat you, you have to kiss me” “That’s- wait, what?”

summary; weekend games were normal in shiz, but fiyero has a different idea of a game when it comes to the girl who caught his eye

━━ ☄. *. ⋆

Fiyero Tigelaar was used to charming the pants or skirt of anyone. He had people eating out the palm of his hand before he even said a word.

Imagine the slap in the face he received when she didn't even bat an eye at him. If anything, she always seemed annoyed whenever he was even mentioned or within proximity.

So he did what any other person would do — he kept pestering her. He was quick to become a thorn in her side and constantly shadowing her and showing up wherever she went. It came to a point where she was sure he was trying to be her extra limb.

During the weekend games, where everyone at Shiz gathered either in the courtyard, gardens or open fields depending on the game they wanted to play, he was even more incessant.

"Have you no one else to annoy?" she questioned as he stood beside her while they were playing a game of croquet.

Fiyero was leaning on his mallet, letting it rest on the grass as he gave her his typical nonchalant smile.

"None as entertaining as you, I find it stimulating," he replied.

She glanced up at him, the look on her face showing clear annoyance. Why was he choosing her to annoy, of all people? She was just a girl trying to surf through her university life, get good grades and have a bit of healthy fun on the side.

Without a certain winkie prince ruffling her feathers every other second.

"Its unbecoming of a fine lady to frown every moment of the day," he quipped.

She huffed out a chuckle, walking over with her own mallet in hand. She shifted to aim properly, before giving a gentle nudge to the ball that ended up right through a wicket.

Fiyero let out a low whistle, as if he was so impressed.

"Not bad," he hummed.

"You know, your praise isn't very stimulating," she quipped.

That made him smirk, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. She regretted her comment immediately but she didn't back down either.

"I'm sure we can find something that works," he retorted.

"You make me want to hurl," she replied.

"Ouch," Fiyero pouted, putting a hand to his heart. "You wound me, darling."

She imitated his pout, before turning away with a roll of her eyes. It felt like every little movement she made was being tailed by him. Their game only got more intense as it went on. Even the other players were a little concerned at how competitive they were.

The constant back and forth jabs, the heckling in hopes the other would miss their shots. It was a never ending loop.

It was the last round by now. Fiyero knew he was on the brink of losing — he was too easily distracted by her earlier. Now she was about to take the last shot, and if she made it then she'd most definitely come on top.

Now that couldn't happen. Not on his watch.

He walked around the field, going over to her side as she lined up her shot. He waited, watching the way her forehead creased slightly as she focused, the subtle pout on her lips.

Oh, her lips.

Then he had a cheeky little idea. With a finger rubbing his chin, he leaned in slightly closer just before she'd hit the ball.

"If I beat you, you have to kiss me."

His whisper right by her ear had warm breath fanning her skin. That was enough to send a random, odd shiver down her spine. Then his words registered just as she took the shot.

"That's— wait, what?"

She was knocked way off balance to the point her ball went completely south from the wicket. Nowhere close to how her shots had been so perfect before this.

Her jaw fell slack as she looked at the ball. Especially the distance between it and the wicket.

"Well, seems to me you're beat, darling," Fiyero mused.

She was still completely stunned by the fact. Especially considering she was always good at croquet — it was practically her game for crying out loud. In comes this stupid little prince charming knocking her off her game with a simple bet that wasn't even agreed upon.

Fiyero found it all completely amusing. Especially how flustered she was by a few simple words. He was definitely taking note of it.

"So?" he hummed, his body tilting to the side to be closer to her.

She turned her head, her eyes narrowed in a glare as she looked up at him. She wanted to smack that smug, cheeky look off his face with her mallet.

"No," she said simply.

She left the mallet in the provided space, trudging off the field and away from him. Hopefully for a really long time. He called out for her, unable to help the laugh that left him as she practically ran away at the mere idea of kissing him.

"Adorable," he mused to himself.

If Fiyero's life mission was to pester her, hers was to avoid him. She'd managed it for two solid days now. In and out of classes at the speed of light, no more lingering in the library unless she desperately needed a certain book and certainly no more courtyard homework.

Even her roommate was getting concerned by her behaviour, but she shrugged it off as her not wanting to be outside in public.

At some point it got stifling though, so she left the dorms at night. It was quite late and she wanted to go on a walk. So she went out to the gardens, past curfew. It was only for a few minutes anyway — she didn't see any harm done.

Until of course, someone else was already there. In her favourite spot. Playing with a stray puppy.

She couldn't avoid him for that long, clearly. As she attempted an escape, Fiyero looked up — their eyes meeting. And then came his cheeky little smile again. She was suddenly glad it was dark out, so he couldn't see her fully.

“And what's a good girl like you doing loitering past curfew?”

She rolled her eyes and shook her head, deciding to just go with it. She stepped a little closer — for the fresh air. Totally nothing to do with him.

“Can't sleep,” she shrugged, her arms folded as she looked down at the puppy.

Bending down, she reached her palms out. The little thing was quick to jump and put its paws on her hand, licking at her skin. A smile pulled on her lips as she entertained the puppy.

“You've been avoiding me.”

“You've been pestering me.”

Fiyero chuckled at her quick retort, shaking his head as he sat on the grass.

“Do you always have an answer for everything?” he questioned.

“Why do you think I read?” she quipped. “I understand the concept is foreign to you, seeing as you can't read.”

“Ah ah,” he clicked his tongue. “I can read perfectly well, princess. I simply choose not to tire my brain.”

“So you choose to tire your tongue by vexing me with every word that comes out of your smart mouth?”

He grinned — two days of nothing and now he was getting quite his fill of fun.

“You just called me smart,” he mused.

“Is that all you heard?” she scoffed.

“Selective hearing. I choose not to invite negativity and stress,” he shrugged with a cheeky smile.

The chuckle that left her was a welcomed one. He liked that, the way she laughed even if they were arguing.

“Why don't you like me?”

The question left him before he even thought about it. Then again, he wasn't really known for thinking, was he?

She paused from petting the puppy, turning her head to him instead. Her head tilted, before she moved to sit on the grass properly as well.

“I never really said that,” she said.

“You've implied it.”

“Oh, so you do pick up on context clues?”

He laughed then, unable to help the way her words amused him a little too much. He was always upbeat, sure, but she seemed to make him smile a little more than usual. Even now — their smiles were matching.

“I don't not like you,” she eventually corrected. “I just find my focus elsewhere.”

His brows raised as he leaned forward, his arms on his knees as he watched her. Not the way she was playing with the dog, or their surroundings. He was just looking at her face in the dim light.

“So you do like me?” he asked.

“I tolerate you.”

“Already an upgrade,” he hummed. “Just tolerate?”

“Don't push it,” she warned light-heartedly.

The sound of their chuckles were the only thing reverberating in the quiet garden, as well as the dog rolling around on the grass at her affections. They sat there for a long while, maybe an hour or so. Until eventually they both got up to get back to their dorms.

“You still owe me,” he said on their walk back.

Considering they'd both snuck out past curfew, they were rather casually strolling back to the dormitories. Her brows furrowed faintly as she looked up at him, still falling in step beside him.

“I beat you,” he reminded.

Her brows immediately relaxed as she shot him another look. Except this time it wasn't annoyed or exasperated, even if she tried. It was softer, maybe a little more amused.

He walked her to the stairs of her block, lingering for a moment. As she took a step upwards, she paused. Fiyero waited with a raised brow when she turned back.

Then she leaned down, planting a kiss on his cheek.

“Now we're even.”

Safe to say, Fiyero had sweet dreams that night onwards — especially when the daily pestering started to receive warm welcomes.

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[mulloey]

over the line • yunho

yunho is the perfect boyfriend; kind, loving and an utter gentleman. but there’s something darker, hidden beneath the gentle exterior— and you’re going to prove it.

warnings: dom breaking, hard dom!yunho, sub!reader, heavy degradation, pussy slapping, face fucking, under-negotiated kink but it’s fiction so it’s fine but don’t do it, names (slut, bitch, little girl, sir)

word count: 1.7k

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from the moment you met, yunho was an absolute gentleman. so much so that you didn’t believe it at first— you thought surely his years as an idol, putting on a happy, adoring face to his fans no matter his mood, had merely taught him to wear a persona, and you were simply waiting for it to break. but it didn’t— as your relationship progressed you saw just how kind, generous and utterly perfect he really was.

but you saw something else, too. a darkness. a glint. a hint of something else, bubbling beneath the surface. if he even knew about it, he definitely didn’t know you knew; it was so subtle that most people wouldn’t have picked up on it— but you’re not most people. you picked up on it.

it was the twitch of his jaw when you spoke back to him. the way his eyes flashed, just for a moment, when you teased or challenged him— picking fights and daring him to retaliate knowing he wouldn’t. it was the way he held you in public; the tightening of his grip when he’d catch another man looking at you. it was the calm, collected way he did things— the control he held over every situation. it was him. you knew there was something in there, deep inside of him; a hunger, a restraint. something simmering. you wanted it.

you’d always joked around with yunho; like any other couple, you messed with each other. so it wasn’t too out of the ordinary when you ramped it up. when you challenged him more, just to see how he’d react. when you’d playfully slap him, just to see if he’d break. when you’d dare him to show you what he’s got.

what finally breaks the dam isn’t what you’d have guessed; then again, few things about yunho are what you’d have guessed. it’s a friday evening, a long-overdue quiet night-in after a hectic few weeks of promotions and awards. your boyfriend has been exhausted. you’ve seen it on his face the whole time, in the slumping of his shoulders as though his own body weight is too much to carry when he shuffles into the house at an unholy hour. but it’s over now, finally, and he’s quickly bouncing back. you’ve been so worried about him and his health that your little mission — release the kraken, your best friend had termed it when you’d discussed it with her — has completely slipped your mind. looking back, maybe that’s what he was waiting for. you to let your guard down. make it easier for him to pounce.

stepping out of the shower, you elect not to bother getting changed— the towel is warm and fluffy, fresh out the dryer, and you’re feeling lazy after a day of cleaning. seeing you prance into the living room, yunho cocks a brow from his seat on the couch, curious. “where’s your pjs, honey?” he asks.

you shrug, flopping down next to him and swinging your legs over his lap. his hand curls around your ankle instinctively, rubbing the soft skin of your leg. you sigh contentedly. you could happily stay like this forever.

but you don’t. a few minutes and some futile channel surfing later, and you find yourself in a stalemate over what to watch. you want to find a chick flick on netflix; he wants some stupid sports thing, and while you rant about how utterly stupid those sport shows are and how utterly stupid he is for wanting to watch them when devil wears prada is right there, he watches you with the same small, cool smile as always until finally, before either of you know what’s happening, he snaps.

“enough.”

it happens before you even register it; yunho moves quickly and in a moment he’s on top of you, face inches from yours with his hand on your neck. caught off guard, you yelp, struggling in his hold until his other hand comes down to grip your waist with a strength that invites no discussion and you finally still. “predictable,” he chuckles. his eyes are darker than you’ve ever seen them and he looks completely irate.

“yunho—”

“this is what you wanted, right?” he asks, grip tightening around your neck. you make a noise, though a noise of what you aren’t quite sure, and he chuckles. his smile fades as quickly as it came. “fucking slut,” he snarls. “you think i didn’t know what you were doing? you think i’m stupid or something?”

you shake your head, too stunned to speak. you don’t… fuck. your brain is going fucking numb already. less than a minute and you’re complete and utter putty in his hands. he smirks, clearly thinking the same thing and you swallow a laugh. you fucking knew it.

“you wanted me to be mean to you,” he says, “you wanted me to take control. didn’t you?”

you say nothing— you don’t know what you’d say even if your mouth didn’t feel glued shut. you’re actually, genuinely speechless.

you nod and he stares at you for a second, face blank. his lips twitch, gaze flickering down for a moment before returning to meet your eyes. “open your legs.”

you don’t know why you don’t obey. you always obey yunho, from his simplest requests to those (formerly, you dare to hope) rare moments where he was a little more firm; you always listen to him. but now, with him exactly where you want him and you exactly where you’ve dreamed of being, you feel… stuck. frozen. maybe it’s the nerves; the excitement; or the helpless feeling of being under his gaze— of being prey. but your legs just. don’t. move.

yunho snorts. “pathetic.” you don’t have time to savour the way that word sounds from your sweet, gentle boyfriend’s mouth before said sweet, gentle boyfriend is grabbing your knees and yanking them apart hard. you squeak, blushing red from being fully exposed (the towel being long forgotten) and, judging by the look on his face, soaking wet.

“i’ve never seen you this turned on,” he says, “without even being touched. sick little girl.”

he releases one of your legs, hand travelling downwards until you feel something warm pressing against you; his long, thick finger, running through your folds and gathering your wetness. you jolt, caught by surprise, and the movement stops. he turns his gaze back to you, looking displeased. “bad girl,” he tuts. you don’t even have time to apologise before he’s wound his hand back and slapped your pussy with his open palm. you yell, aroused and pained— yunho hits hard. the smirk on his face tells you he knows it.

“you liked that,” he says. “you’re a painslut.”

“yunho,” you whine.

his brows furrow, displeased again. “hm, no,” he says, shaking his head. “i think ‘sir’ sounds better, don’t you?”

fuck. you’re pretty sure you’d let this man do anything to you right now. you nod. “yes, sir.”

“get down,” he says, pointing to the floor. “you’re gonna earn my forgiveness.”

whining softly, you shuffle off the couch and let yourself fall down to your knees until you’re face to face with his clothed bulge— a familiar position, but not usually so… intense. not usually with such anger and hunger in your boyfriend's eyes. he pulls his dick out, already hard and weeping as he beckons you closer. “suck,” he orders.

“yes, sir,” you whisper. you reach to hold his shaft in your hand as you usually do and he slaps you away. “i didn’t tell you to touch me,” he says, “that mouth is the only thing i have use for now. so use it.”

when this is over, you’re going to gloat, you think— gloat that you were right all a-fucking-long, you’re always right, you’re a genius, and your scheme was a success. and if that makes yunho angry like this again, so be it.

the feeling of his cock slamming against the back of your throat makes you forget everything else. you scream, as much as one can scream with a cock in their mouth, and try to pull away from it until yunho grabs your hair, forcing you back down onto it. “keep it in your mouth, bitch,” he growls. “make me feel good.”

tears already clouding your vision, you nod, beginning to work his dick with your tongue the way you’re used to. he grunts and moans, grip in your hair growing tighter and tighter as he holds your face firmly down on his cock. within a few minutes he’s fucking your face, hitting your throat again and again and you feel the drool pooling in your lap.

“stop fucking choking on it,” he grunts. “i trained you better than that, fucking act like it.”

you know you’re fully crying now; you feel the tears streaming down your face as you struggle to take him in your mouth, gagging and spluttering while he fucks your throat faster and faster. “fuck,” he says, “fuck, i should’ve whored you out like this so fucking long ago. keep fucking taking it.”

so you do; you take it with everything you have. all your focus is on yunho now; on making him feel good the way he’d ordered you too. and if he’s noticed the way you’re grinding against the floor, desperate for friction against your sopping pussy, then you’re doing such a good job that he’s chosen not to mention it. when he finally comes down your throat, unloading with a yell, you’re both on the brink of collapse and desperate for more. “swallow,” yunho says as he pulls out. he watches as you obey and when your vision finally clears and you come back down to earth, he has that same gentle expression he always does. he leans down to gather you up, lifting you into his arms and running his hand up and down your back.

“well,” he says, “that’s what you wanted, right?”

“yes— fuck,” you breathe. “yes, yunho.”

“good girl,” he smiles. he strokes your tear-streaked cheeks tenderly, watching as your eyes begin to droop and he chuckles. “go to sleep, baby,” he whispers. “and when you’re up, i’ll fuck that little hole until you see stars.”

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[plaguedocboi]

We all love the beach, right? I sure do. Where the sea meets the land is a magical place. It is the overlap of two very different worlds; our sunny, sandy, beautiful home and the alien waves that beckon you into the inhospitable wilderness of the ocean. When crossing that foam-fringed boundary, one must remember that you are no longer in your world. You are entering the sea, and the sea is vast and dark and dangerous. It is more untamed than the wildest jungle and full of creatures that can kill you in a hundred different gruesome ways. Every wave whispers to you that you do not belong here, you may only visit for a brief time if you want to leave with your life. Hold tight to the warm sunlit sand that fringes the barrier of this place, or you may never see it again. Welcome to the beach. Enter at your own risk.

1. Tamarama beach, Australia

This is know as both the smallest and the most dangerous beach in NSW. There is a permanent rip current that runs along the rocky northern shore, but at any given time there could be more hidden in the surf. Large waves break just a little ways offshore, posing a hazard to swimmers but an attraction for surfers. Although there are rarely deaths here, lifeguards have to rescue multiple people a day. Interestingly, this beach is only around sometimes! Occasionally all the sand will wash away and all that’s left is a rocky outcrop. There’s no way to be certain when the beach will come back or how big it will be or what it might look like. I guess it never gets boring to visit.

2. Isle of Ré, France

This island is not the only place you can go to see square waves, but it is one of the places most famous for this strange phenomenon. This is called a cross sea, and occurs when two opposing wave patterns intersect. Although this is certainly a tourist attraction, it is best to observe from a distance, as cross seas can be very dangerous to both ships and swimmers. Cross seas can cause powerful rip currents and walls of water up to 10 feet high, rolling ships and dragging people underwater. (As a side note, my mother thought I had made up cross seas as a freaky supernatural event in my book. Unfortunately, I did not.)

3. Dumas Beach, India

This is supposedly one of the most haunted places in India. Although this beach is full of tourists during the daytime, no one remains after dark, for fear that they will become the next ghost to wander the sand. Apparently, this beach was once used as a burial ground, and said to be black due to the human ashes mixed in. At night, people report hearing voices and seeing apparitions, and even dogs behave strangely once the sun goes down. There have also been multiple unexplained disappearances and at least one recorded death. Whether you believe in ghosts or not, there definitely seems to be something eerie happening on this beach.

4. Morecambe Bay, UK

This is an interesting one, as it’s not technically the water that’s dangerous. The ground is. This estuary features extreme tides, with the water level dropping and rising up to 32 feet twice a day. This exposes an expanse of mud flats and channels which are composed of loose, wet material that can absolutely suck you in and trap you. If this happens when the tide is coming in, it can quickly turn deadly. This has happened many times going back through history, including one incident in 2004 where 23 people died. Yes, all at the same time. No, I don’t want to delve into that incident too deeply in this list as it’s extremely horrifying and tragic. Feel free to research it yourself.

5. Monastery Beach, Oregon

This has earned its nickname “mortuary beach” by being extremely dangerous. Over 30 people have died here, including people who weren’t even in the water. In 2015, a woman walking along the beach was dragged in by a wave and drowned. The beach has multiple factors that make it so deadly, including a steep drop off, unpredictable waves, and strong undertows. This beach isn’t even safe to walk on. I um. Don’t like that.

6. Hanakapiai Beach, Hawaii

Despite its beauty, this Hawaiian beach is not recommended for swimming except for expert surfers. During the summer, this beach is a popular place for hiking, sunbathing and sightseeing, but during the winter the sand is washed away and the waves crash against the cliffs directly. Even in the relatively safe summer months, this beach has no barrier reef to break up the strong waves and powerful currents, which leads to a dangerous situation where swimmers can quickly be swept out into the open ocean and drown. At least 30 people have died here, and 15 of the bodies have never been recovered.

7. Lake Michigan. Just, all of it.

Despite all the Great Lakes being somewhat terrifying, Michigan takes the title of the most dangerous lake in the country. Yearly, Lake Michigan has more drownings than all four other Great Lakes combined. The reason that Michigan is especially hazardous is that, well, it’s kind of weirdly shaped. Thanks to its 300+ miles of uninterrupted parallel shorelines running north-south, it forms huge waves and strong riptides and long shore currents. It is also a question of numbers; Lake Michigan has more public beaches and large population centers than the other Great Lakes. All in all, a recipe for disaster.

8. Playa Zipolite, Mexico

This is also called the “beach of the dead”, so it’s inclusion on this list seems pretty self-explanatory. These waters have strong undercurrents that rotate in a circular pattern, either pushing you into shore or pulling you out to sea. There is a pervasive rumor that 50 people drown at this beach a year, although this is… somewhat exaggerated. In fact, very few people drown at this beach these days, as it has actually gotten less dangerous over the years. There used to be a steep drop-off that would catch people by surprise, but due to several severe storms in the early 2000s, the beach has eroded back and now gently slopes down instead. Although very few people die at this beach nowadays, multiple rescues are performed every day due to the dangerous currents.

9. Cyclops, Australia

This is a particular type of wave that forms off the coast of Esperance, Australia, as the sea floor rapidly goes from deep, open water to a very very shallow reef. It is… unsettling. The longer I look at it, the weirder it gets. It’s like an ai generated image. I couldn’t even pick one picture of it so I made you a collage.

It is considered one of the most dangerous surf spots in the world, and can only be accessed by boat. To quote pacific surf dot com, “the reason the wave is dangerous is because it does not act like any other wave in the world. It engulfs itself due to the massive change in the ocean floor when the wave rolls up.”

10. Nazare, Portugal

This area of Portugal is home to some of the biggest waves in the world. Just offshore is an underwater canyon, plunging down to 16,000 ft deep. This allows large, fast deep-water waves to move into shore unimpeded, and when they hit the shallows close to shore all the water gets suddenly pushed up, resulting in waves up to 80 ft tall. I think the picture speaks for itself in this case. Probably best to not get in the water if you see that shit.

That was fun, wasn’t it? Before I go, let me end this on a different note than the rest of my lists; some actual advice for if you should you ever decide to visit these beaches (or any beach, really). Rip currents are incredibly strong (believe me, I know) but very narrow currents that run perpendicular to shore. To get out of a rip current, swim parallel to shore. Trying to fight the current will just tire you out and eventually leave you exhausted and way the fuck out in the ocean, which is typically when you die. Swimming parallel to shore will get you out of the current, and once you’re free you can swim back in at your leisure. And, just in general, never fight the sea. The sea will win.

[zvezda-writer]

Ok but imagine Nikto with a girl just as weird as he is.

You don't even know how you ended up in the military, or how you ended up being accepted, but you were. And on Nikto's unit. It's not that you're insane, you just don't care enough about anything. It's like an eternal autopilot and you're just surfing in it. But for others, you're straight up psycho.

During a mission, while everything just got fucked up, your unit cornered and the chances of any of you leaving the place were minimal, you pulled up a aerosol deodorant and a lighter and threw fire on a enemy who got too close, creating the perfect distraction for your unit to catch the enemies off guard and eliminate them. You basically saved the unit? Yes. You gave a damn about it? Definitely no. “I did what needed to be done” is what you said when your captain came to thank you.

Nikto, on the other hand, wasn't as impressed as the rest. He thought the same, you just did what needed to be not, nothing special, yet he found himself observing you more than he probably should. The way you were so nonchalant about everything, even when you got shot, was weirdly interesting to him, and he found himself curious to know what you liked, even if his nonchalant attitude showed the opposite.

He wasn't just interested, he was obsessed. Had already memorized your favorite weapons, your daily schedule, favorite book and even the size of your gear. What can he say? It's just curiosity.

Until one day he just sat by your side in the common room while you read the same book you read a hundred times. He didn't say a word, just looked at you for a few seconds, nodding at you as you looked at him and nodded back, going back to your book. From this day, a strange friendship formed between the two of you.

You barely exchanged a word or two, but worked in perfect harmony while in the field, being unstoppable when together, and spent most of your silent time reading by each other's side in the common room. You were always together, except in your quarters, you still valued your moments alone.

If anyone asked any of you what you were, the answer was the same for both of you “we tolerate each other”. Weird choice of word, tolerate. You were almost symbiotic, and yet you claim to just tolerate each other. Sounded almost comical, if there wasn't such possessiveness in your relationship.

He wouldn't accept any other soldier helping you with your guns or gear, glaring at them as if he could kill with one look. You wouldn't accept any other soldier sit by his side in the cafeteria, motioning with your head for them to move away. They had half a mind to argue with any of you. And if the possessiveness wasn't enough, there was this obsession too. You simply knew everything about each other, even each other’s schedule and toothbrush color. It was strange, you two just kept thinking about the other every damn second.

The other soldiers simply started to treat you like a couple. You were his girlfriend, and he was your boyfriend, at least in the soldier's eyes. You didn't care, in fact, since it wasn't true. What a ridiculous thing, dating Nikto.

Until it wasn't ridiculous anymore.

During a mission, you got shot. Nothing serious, just a bullet in your leg, but you did lose blood and ended up spending some days in the infirmary. Boy, the man was restless. He wasn't snapping at anyone, he's a soldier, he had self control, but anyone could see he was grumpier than normal, glaring at anyone who tried to approach him. You weren't any different, bored to death and feeling strangely lonely, something that never bothered you before, but was bothering you now. You missed your weird companion. A lot.

Until you heard the nurse's voice asking Nikto what he was doing there, at the infirmary, your head snapping up to meet his gaze. “I came to see my girlfriend”, was his answer. Blunt and short, as always.

Girlfriend. The word sounded so strange on his tongue and on your ears, but at the same time it carried some sort of silent endearment and agreement between the two of you. You were his girlfriend, he was your boyfriend, and that's it.

“I brought your book”, he said, handing you your favorite book and sitting on the chair by your side. How did he manage to get it from your room? Who knows. You were just happy to have your book to keep you distracted and your boyfriend to keep you company.

[woso-dreamzzz]

Read II

England Lionesses x Child!Reader

Mary Earps x Child!Reader

Summary: There's a reason you don't have sugar

You hold reading lessons every day at camp because you want the rest of the England team to not be knuckleheads anymore and to prove Mikey from school wrong.

It's not easy to learn how to read so you know you need to come back to make sure everyone has been keeping up with their learning because that's what Mummy and Daddy do to you.

They started teaching you how to read very early so you were fairly advanced when you went to school.

You think Mikey's just jealous because you're a good reader and he's a bad one but, still, you want to make sure to prove him wrong.

Mary always says the best revenge is proving haters wrong. You don't know if Mikey's a hater but you'll assume he is because better safe than sorry.

You've done a good job at teaching everyone though because Maya, Millie T and Tooney all give you some sherbet sweets. They make your mouth go a little tingly when you try them but you like that feeling so the three of them keep feeding you more.

They're responsible for you while Mary's getting the last bit of treatment before you all get on the coach to go to the stadium. Usually, someone else is responsible for you but you did a quick reading lesson for Maya and Millie with Tooney as your assistant so they're supervising you before the journey.

You decide that you really like the sherbet straws they give you and Maya dares you to see how many you can finish before you have to go.

You don't count but it's definitely a lot.

Enough for you to feel super hyped when you're finally reunited with Mary. She's picked out a set of four seats with a table and she's already got your rucksack full of books open for you to pick from.

You're very advanced in your reading for such a young kid but even you struggle a little bit. Now that you've taught Mary to read, she can read very well from the books that are a bit too complicated for you right now so she's in charge of reading them to you as you drive to the pitch.

"Er..." You say as you look at the selection," That one."

"Alright," Mary says, cracking open the book and clearing her throat. She gets about halfway through before she notices how wiggly you're being. "Hey, rugrat, do you need the toilet?"

You frown. "No. Keep reading, Mary."

"Are you sure? I can take you."

"No, Mary. My book, please."

"Alright." Mary keeps reading but she's acutely aware of the way you keep wiggling in your seat.

You seem to think you're fine though. Or, at least, you don't think you need the toilet which is Mary's main worry.

"Okay," She says finally," Go and find someone to hang out with. I need to talk to Tooney."

You seem all too happy to scamper off, practically throwing yourself at Beth across the aisle.

"Tooney!" Mary snaps, interrupting the conversation she and Alessia are having.

"Jesus, Mary! You scared me there!"

"What did you give my sister?" Mary demands," She's never been like this before."

"Like what?"

"Like that!"

Mary points over to where you've decided it's a funny idea to crowd surf over the girls at the front, who are bouncing you a bit as they pass you off to the girls sitting behind them.

"She doesn't do that! She's also not wiggly on the bus! What did you give her?"

Tooney winces. "I gave her nothing!"

Mary narrows her eyes. "What did you let Millie and Maya give her?"

Tooney's eyes dart to them quickly before she clears her throat. "I've got the right to remain silent! Anything I say or do can be used against me in a court of-"

Mary's already moved off before Tooney can finish and she crosses the coach to confront the other two. "I'm not interested in excuses. Tell me what you've given my sister."

Her gaze is clearly intimidating because Maya and Millie fold instantly and Mary's on her way back to her seat, easily plucking you from someone's arms to set you back down next to her.

It seems most of the sugar rush has disappeared now but then another problem makes itself known.

The bus goes over a series of bumps and you make a little aborted movement forward.

Mary recognises the action and whips out a plastic bag. "Here, rugrat," She says," Let it out. Let it all out."

She rubs your back as you throw up. It takes a lot longer than usual to hurl up your guts and Mary narrows her eyes over the top of her seat to look at Millie and Maya.

This is all their fault, Mary knows it.

It's because of all of the sugar you've consumed that you've thrown up so bad and, as she ties the bag shut, Mary briefly contemplates throwing it at Millie and Maya.

"Juice, please," You say and Mary hands it to you," Sorry, Mary."

"It's okay," She says," It's not your fault. Do you want to continue your book?"

You nod, leaning against your sister, energy drained. "Yes, please."

[rafesfavgirl]

jj maybank headcanons

pairing: bf!jj x fem!reader

context: jj maybank as your boyfriend.

words: 657

warnings: definitely +18. mdni. daddy issues, marijuana use, alcohol use, abandonment issues, attachment issues, physical and mental abuse, SMUT

jj's 100% the definition of a "golden retriever" boyfriend.

your relationship doesn't start out all sunshine and rainbows at first, though.

y'all were definitely a friends with benefits to lovers story.

at first, y’all kept it completely physical because you were both afraid of getting too attached and hurting each other.

jj felt like this, especially. he just didn’t think he was good enough for you.

but even when y’all were just fucking, he’d do the sweetest things for you. including making sure you were all cleaned up afterwards.

once you started dating though, the sweetness only amplified.

he doesn’t have much money, but he ALWAYS brings you flowers that he’s picked from somewhere—whether that be some kook’s garden, the country club, or even outside the chateau.

you are his absolute number one priority and the most important thing in his life.

you’re his ray of sunshine.

whenever things get bad at home with luke, you’re the first person he comes to.

when luke hits him and he shows up at your door with bruises, you nurse him back to health.

when luke talks down to him and makes him feel like a piece of shit, you reassure him that he’s not.

“you’re perfect, j. it’s not your fault.”

he’s terrified of losing you.

sometimes he thinks you’re going to see all his flaws and leave him just like his mom did. you always tell him otherwise, though.

“i’m not going anywhere, baby.”

when he gets anxious after all the pogues start fighting, you squeeze his hand three times and that makes him feel better.

he’s convinced he doesn’t deserve you.

he always takes you out on adventurous little dates—and sometimes, y’all get in trouble for it.

you’re his number one surfing buddy.

he was the one who taught you how to surf.

your family’s the family he’s never had.

he loves when your family invites him over for dinner and he gets to play with your little siblings, who absolutely adore him.

when you and the pogues smoke together, his favorite thing is when you hold the joint out in front of him and let him take a hit that way.

you always help him with his party trick when he tries to do it on the hms pogue.

you’re the only one who can keep up with him when it comes to taking shots and drinking. john b, pope, and kie always tap out.

sometimes you get insecure about his close friendship with kie, but he always assures you that it’s only you.

“i love you. you got that?”

his favorite nicknames for you are mama, princess, baby, and baby girl.

you’re the only one he’s ok with addressing him by his full name—jesse james.

don’t think everything’s perfect though, sometimes you fight too.

especially about guns. and jj getting into fights.

you always nurse him back to health regardless, but you hate when he gives in and scrambles with whoever.

fights are non-negotiable if someone says shit about you, though.

not only will he go against your wishes about him fighting, but he’ll make sure he wins.

speaking of jealousy, it doesn’t happen often, but he definitely still gets jealous every now and then. and he loves reminding you that you're his.

“you’re mine, princess.”

he’ll show you that in bed too.

and since it's jj, he's an ABSOLUTE FREAK in the sheets, and kinky as hell too.

he'll tie you up, eat you out, and make you cum over and over again until you beg him to stop.

he loves bending you over and fucking you while giving your ass a little smack.

he chokes you occasionally, but prefers pulling your hair.

he will lick anything off of you and tease your clit until you're squirming.

he definitely has a daddy kink too.

when you give him head, he loves giving you facials.

and his favorite position is your legs on his shoulders.

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[sideeve]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀LITTLE MISS PERFECT

synopsis : getting homosexual tendencies for her best friend? absolutely not!

note : i just started playing tlou2 again and my love for abby and ellie blossomed again. naughty dog knew what they were doing

ft. : questioning homosexuality, internalized homophobia, non-apocalyptic au, implied smut but not that descriptive, ellie already has a crush on reader but it’s not really described until they kiss and what not.

you search through the rack of bras, lazily looking for one that at least looks fitting. you huff, starting to lose hope. your hands stop at one. a black lacy one, which if your wore, would cover nothing. it reminded you of that erotic video you found went internet surfing.

two women alone together, exploring each other’s bodies. their tongues acting like a paintbrush and their bodies were canvases, covered in saliva.

you press your lips together, trying to push down the tingling in your body. you can’t be gay. you literally have a crush on that ABC news host.

“[name], honey? did you find one yet?” your mother asks, messing with the displayed jewelry. “no, there’s nothing here.” you sigh, hiding the bra in the rack.

you had no problem with homosexuality. hell, your whole search history is the complete opposite of heterosexuality. your best friend is a lesbian. but there is no way you’re gay. that’s…just not you.

after many of those “are you gay” tests, your answers remain the same. ‘you’re most definitely a lesbian, babes’.

you lay on ellie’s bed, blindly flipping through one of her many comic books. you blow raspberry, getting bored a little. “what?” she diverts her eyes from her TV for a second before tending back to her game.

“nothing.” you flip a few more pages until your eyes land on a certain panel. two girls in close proximity, lips ghosting over each other. you swallow a large lump, trying to push away the thoughts again.

but now you can only think of you in that situation. curled up next to a girl, her hand rubbing softly on your waist.

you try to picture what she would look like, only seeing your best friend’s face. you groan, rolling on your back.

“ellie?” she hums in response. you fiddle with your thumbs before asking the question. “how did you know you were gay?”

her game pauses. “what?” she looks at you before her eyes travels to her opened comic book. “ooooh.” she laughs, picking up the book. “you picked the one i didn’t want you to get.” she closes the book, stuffing it under her bed.

she leans back, propping herself up with her arms. “ i dunno. i just…” she shrugs, “never pictured myself with a guy. and you know, boobies.”

you softly hit her, making her laugh. “i’m serious, ellie. i think i might be gay. lesbian, bi-i don’t know!” you groan, stuffing your face in your hands.

“i mean, why don’t you?” she lays on her side, looking at you. “that ABC news host.”

“David Muir?”

you nod, making her scoff. “do you have a crush on any guy at job?” she twirls a strand of your hair in her fingers. “god no. they all look like troglodytes.” you grimace at the thought of liking them.

“can you picture yourself marrying a man for the rest of your life?”

that question made your stomach drop. you feel bile pile up in your throat. ‘yes, you can’ you try to convince yourself.

“no, i guess not.” you give a slight frown at your answer, looking down.

“hey, it’s normal. not everyone is straight. and you sure aren’t.” she laughs. “oh shut it!” you huff.

she stops laughing after a while. “well, let’s kiss to see if you are gay.” she suggest so nonchalantly. kiss? your best friend?

“uhhhh..” “if you don’t like it, we don’t have to ever talk about it.”

you look at her, contemplating whether you should go through with this. you couldn’t deny that ellie was very attractive. you could say that she was your “gay awakening”. they way she was naturally flirty with you was the beginning of the questioning phase for you.

“let’s do it.” you sit on your legs, waiting for her to kiss you.

she gives you a soft smile, getting up.

“you sure?” she questions, not wanting this to go wrong. you nod.

she takes a deep breath, putting her hand on your cheek to pull you in.

your skin ignites. this is what you’ve dreamed of. intimacy with a woman. natural intimacy. not like those forced erotic videos you watch in your free time.

her lips press on yours, her eyelashes tickling the apple of your cheek. you reciprocate the affection, putting a hand on her cheek.

a moan slips from your lips, your eyes fluttering shut. the hand on your cheek falls to your hips, her hand squeezing for a few moments to tell her that this is real; this is actually happening.

in a flurry, her body is pressed on top of yours, her tongue exploring every crevice on your mouth. her hands slipped under the hem of your jeans, fingers brushing over the seat of your panties.

you card your hands through her auburn hair. “els…” you call to her as she pulls away, a string of saliva connecting from hers and your bottom lip.

“you okay, princess?” she moves her hand at an angle, her thumb drawing tight circles on the pearl of your cunt. you arch into her, making her chuckle.

you nod, a moan slipping from your lips again.

“yeah, you’re definitely gay.” she giggles, stuffing her face in the crook of your neck, making you laugh too. “shut up and use your hands, ellie.”

“oh, i know something better than my hands.” she leaves your neck for a moment, digging under her bed.

she pulls out a harness. one not built for your shoulders. the purpose accessory catches your eye, making you widen them. “is that…”

“i haven’t used it yet.” she smirks. “your call.”

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[revelboo]

Hey! Hi! Absolutely love your writing so much! I look forward to everything you post, and appreciate what you do a lot!! I’ve definitely come to appreciate and learn more about transformers cause of you!

Really just wanted to show my gratitude :]]]

Oh, and look what I’ve done to poor Megs

Thank you! Honestly, giant Roddy is probably his worst fear, because he can be so much more annoying

Everything Is Alright Pt 89

IDW Starscream x Reader, Soundwave x Reader, Megatron x Reader

• Venting tiredly as he walks past Thundercracker in the hall, for a second Megatron can swear the other Seeker has the scent of human clinging to him, too. Must just be his imagination, though. Starscream? It’s not like he’d not realized the Seeker was a bit of a freak, but xenophilia? Fragging an organic alien? Maybe. Running a hand over his helm, he grimaces. Maybe it’s the size difference? The Seeker getting off on being bigger than a partner. But Soundwave? Both of them together when he’d been sure they hated each other? Surely, it’s not what it had looked like. Because seeing that interaction had left him with so many more questions. Two of his commanding officers can’t be deviants. Surely not. There’s a morbid sort of curiosity despite himself to figure it out, though.

• Trying to get yourself back in control as the panic attack shakes you, it’s their hands on you that ground you. Calm you. You’d known you’d been gone a long time, the guy who’d driven you home that night Star had tried to abandon you had said as much. Not realizing the actual time lost, but knowing it was long enough for everyone to have just assumed you were dead. Most of your family is on the other coast, you’d never been super close and it’s been a long time since you’d gone home to visit. Someone would have contacted them, though. Told them you were missing. Had that guy told the cops he’d taken you home? That you’d been found alive? Had they gone looking and found you gone again? Had your family been told, getting their hopes up only to have them dashed? Because you’ve been so wrapped up in yourself and Star and Soundwave that you’d barely thought of your family.

• Helm nudging the side of your head as you start to calm, Soundwave slides a hand under your shirt, surfing his palm against you to strengthen that connection. To try and understand what he’d done to hurt you. Feels that guilt twisting inside you, hurting. “I’m awful,” you whisper. “I didn’t really even think about them. At all.” Servos tightening on you, he retracts his mask and presses his mouth against your throat. Deepening that connection, but also because he needs to. Trying to comfort you with his touch.

• “Who?” Star growls, hands cupping your face, unsettled by those teary eyes as he runs a servo against your cheek. Are you talking about that other human? Grieving the stranger he’d seen in photos in your home? Whose belongings had been scattered among your own. Your breath mingles with his intakes as he tries to ignore Soundwave draped against your back. Hating the other mech still, wanting to lash out, but resisting so you don’t get more upset. Do you miss that other human? Regret bonding to him? Miss your freedom and that other life?

• Star’s lips brush yours, not a kiss just sharing the same breath. His tone was a demand, but his hands are gentle on you. Surprisingly patient when you know it’s not his strong suit. “I’ve been with you for months,” you say, not sure if he’ll understand. Or care. While he’s shown you time and again that he cares about you, you’re pretty sure it’s only you. Anything you adjacent, Soundwave, your family, he doesn’t seem to care about. He’s never even asked about your family, but you haven’t asked about his, either. You really are awful. Both of you. Wanting to ask if you can go home. Get your phone and at least call them to let them know you’re okay, but afraid that Star will refuse. “Everyone must think I’m dead.”

• Head lifting to glare at Star as the Seeker’s wings droop as if relieved that’s what’s wrong, Soundwave rumbles softly until the SIC looks at him. Sees Star curl a lip slightly, still furious with him and seeing him as a threat and a traitor. Surely, he’s not so dense as to not realize that he needs to say something. Even if it’s just to commiserate with your misery. Knowing the mech is selfish, but realizing how selfish is infuriating. Because anyone around you that’s not him is a threat, endangering you and his hold on you. That if not for Soundwave hearing you and finally investigating, the Seeker would have fully isolated you to ensure you can only look to him, only trust him. Only need him. “Can arrange for you to speak with them,” he says, watching Star tense at his words. He can arrange it so the communication can’t be traced back to their location. There’ll be no danger and you need this. Even if it’s saying goodbye, you need closure and he’s going to make sure you get anything you need. Despite Starscream.

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[milkloafy]

wait..... this is hella cute!!! <3<3<3<3<3<3<3 if ur free to do reqs could you do hsr boys summer headcanons? im not sure if theyre open so it's fine if u dont thx!!! 🩷🩷

SUMMER SUN; SUMMER FUN — AVENTURINE, DAN HENG, JING YUAN

⋆｡˚ ❀ a/n: ty anon for the request!! :> yes they are open so request awayyy ! i love summer sm best season fr so this was such a fun vibe to write :3 i hope u enjoy! i wasn’t sure which hsr guys u wanted so i just picked my current favs AHDKSLDK 

𝜗𝜚 — AVENTURINE

aventurine would love going to the beach with you 

building sand castles, picking seashells, jumping over the shallow waves along the shore

it all feels fun and refreshing to him. something he did not have the luxury to feel when he was younger

at your encouragement, he signs the two of you up for surf lessons one day

aventurine is…not a natural 

you’re both falling off the boards and needing the instructor to come and fish you out of the waves

after a few too many close calls, aventurine decides he never wants to go surfing again 

when the sun sets and golden hour hits, you take one million photos of aventurine, at minimum 

he models and poses for you, enjoying your excitement whenever you get a good shot 

once you’d had your fill, aventurine sneaks a few photos of you as well

he shows you his favorite beach pic of you with a smile

“you’re prettier than the sunset” 

aventurine ends the day off by buying ice cream for the two of you as you head home <3 

𝜗𝜚 — DAN HENG

while dan heng likes the warmth, he is not a fan of the summer heat

he prefers staying indoors during the summer, at the library or in museum with minimal walking around outside during the day

however, he does like sitting underneath the shade of a tree and reading a book 

some days, he’ll set up a hammock between two trees and ask you to join him 

when the heat cools down and the darkness graces the earth, dan heng likes to walk around and go stargazing 

the temperature is perfect at night—not too hot but also not cold enough to need anything other than a long sleeve shirt or a light jacket

dan heng has read about all the constellations you can see in the summer 

he’s disappointed there’s too much light pollution in most places, but for the stars he can see, he points it out to you and explains the story behind it

what constellation it’s part of, what planet is next to it, is that a space vehicle or a cosmo? 

he would definitely go on one of those websites that sell you a star lmao and “buy” one for you

even though he’s aware it’s a scam, he know you’d find it cute. dan heng shows you the certificate of your new star ownership and the two of you look for the coordinates in the night sky together <3

“you deserve the universe, but for now i got you a star”

𝜗𝜚 — JING YUAN

jing yuan thinks going to an amusement park is the peak summertime activity 

doesn’t matter if you are sweating buckets waiting in the long lines surround by body heat. jing yuan comes prepared. he has a hat, a battery-powered fan with a built-in mist spray, and water bottles with ice 

of course, he shares all that with you once you get tired of using your foldable fan

jing yuan is an amusement park snack afficionado. a salty pretzel? yes. a sweet treat? yes. a whole ass turkey leg? also yes. 

you are never hungry during your outing since jing yuan has you covered 

when you want photos taken of you, you show jing yuan exactly how you want it—angle and zoom and everything

yet when he takes the photo, it comes out off

crooked. blurry. you’re half cut off…

the only good photo he took of you is one where you weren’t prepared and have a horrendously silly look on your face 

“jing yuan… delete that right now.” 

“why? i believe it is called a ‘candid’ by the young folks. very popular.” 

you may not have come out with good photos of yourself, but at least you and jing yuan had fun and will treasure these memories forever. no matter how bad the photo to capture it is. 

[justnatoka]

Wearing Marko's jacket

Marko x Gender neutral! Reader (Implied Poly! Lost Boys x Reader)

Word count: 774

Warning: heavy allusions to smut

Seeing you wearing his jacket makes Marko feel all kinds of things.

Marko thought you were the most beautiful creature he’s ever seen. He thought so ever since he had first laid eyes on you one night on the boardwalk. He was leaning on the railing next to the spot they parked the bikes, David smoking and talking to Dwayne while Paul was blabbering to Marko about something. His eyes were roaming the crowd, looking for their next dinner when he spotted you. It wasn’t just your looks that caught his attention though. It was also the way you carried yourself, that fire in you as you stood your ground against the less than subtle, and very clearly unwanted flirting attempts of some Surf Nazi.

“Come on now, sweetheart, don’t be like that. I promise I’ll show you a good time. No one had any complaints before” he added with a seductive wink. At least you were pretty sure he meant it as one. You rolled your eyes for the umpteenth time in the few minutes this guy has been pestering you.

“Yeah, I’m sure about that.” He didn’t seem to notice the sarcasm in your voice. You were getting really tired of this interaction. “Also, I have a name you know, and it’s definitely not ‘sweetheart’.”

He licked his lips, eyes roaming your body before eventually settling back on your face.

“Oh yeah? Care to share it with me?”

“No, thank you” you sighed. “And honestly, I feel sorry for anyone who has to listen to you talking.”

You left him flabbergasted, his mouth hanging open as you walked away. Marko couldn’t contain his grin as he watched the scene before him unfold. He knew in that moment that he wanted to get to know you. He started talking to you that night, introduced you to the others the next, and as they say, the rest is history.

Now he was looking at you from his position lounging on the bed, feeling pleasantly tired. You’re breathing just got back to normal, and you felt like you could finally stand up without your legs shaking. So you got up to get some of the leftover takeout they brought back earlier. He watched your retreating figure, checking out your butt before you disappeared behind the curtain that served as a door to this little nook of the cave.

He must have dozed off for a few minutes, because the next time he opened his eyes you were sitting on the bed again, Chinese takeout box on your lap and chopsticks in your hand, eating. But what caused him to instantly become more awake was the fact that you were wearing his jacket. And what a sight you were! You put back on your underwear, but aside from that, all you were wearing was his damn jacket.

His eyes wandered appreciatively on your form. Your skin was peppered with lovebites, new ones he just made a few minutes ago next to older ones from previous nights that the others left on you. A lot of smaller ones were covering the skin on your chest and around your collarbones, peeking out from under the fabric, courtesy of Paul. There were some he could see on your inner thighs, already starting to fade. He knew those were left by Dwayne a few nights ago. And of course there were the few big ones on your neck. You grumbled about them a bit, slightly embarrassed to go out in public with such visible hickeys, but David was quick to placate you with more kisses. After all, he loved to show you off as theirs’, and you didn’t really mind it at the end of the day.

Your hair was still a tousled mess as you sat there and filled your stomach with noodles, and he thought back to the noises you made as he was running his fingers through it earlier in the heat of your passion. The sight of you covered in the marks of their love, wearing his jacket… it was doing things to him. In his eyes, you were practically glowing, and his chest filled with contentment. You were absolutely beautiful and you were all theirs’.

You glanced up at him, sensing his gaze and gave him a questioning look. He just shook his head with a smile, tearing himself out of his lovesick daydreaming.

“It’s nothing, you just look sexy as hell” he smirked. “I mean damn, babe! You should wear my clothes more often.”

You looked at him and gave him a smirk of your own.

“Yeah, maybe I should” you answered coyly, offering him the takeout box. Let’s just say you weren’t resting very long.

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[serejae]

I CAN TRY BUT I CANT HIDE IT FROM YOU | J.WW

introvert wonwoo bf thoughts

for my wonwoo babies :), sorry for inactivity school started 😢

mentions of dress to impress 😏

even though wonwoo isnt good at cooking hes always making your lunches. HE HAS THOSE LUNCHABLES ON DECK. and trust hes snacking up your lunch box

^he never forgets to put a toothpick in there for you just incase (as someone with braces this makes my stomach have butterflies)

i believe he secretly had made a sims family of you and him with 2 kids and 3 pets. he even spent time making your dream home

speaking of gaming, i know whenever you both play scary games, hes always going first and risk his characters life to save yours. if you both were running from the monster hes behind you making sure youre is safe first

wonwoo doesnt care if seungcheol or jeonghan constantly clown him but he always WILL play dress to impress with you. he always votes your outfit 5 stars even if youre completely off theme or have only shoes and hair on

if you get hate on your outfit in the chat he doesnt defend you in the chat because hes just introvert. but, he will spam report the person until theyre kicked or banned

wonwoo is the type to always agree to you “the restaurant is an hour away baby…ROAD TRIP THEN!”, he always listens to your rants even if its the most randomest or boring thing he will stare at you with heart eyes as you speak and agree “yeah i cant believe she’d do that…”

adding onto the last one he will throw you under the bus to get out of situations. (i love introverts) he didnt wanna go to the after party? “sorry my partner just called, i gotta get home” or the “my partner said no, sorry” yes, you tweak a bit because what if your reputation is ruined but you know he’lll keep using it as an excuse T-T

he’ll do all the tiktok trends you want, you wanna kiss all over his face? YES! you wanna wanna do a small tiktok dance? YES! you wanna do a couple fit check with your matching outfits and creeper keychains? YES! and trust, while hes doing the tiktok dances he has a big smile on his face that make his glasses go up from his big cheeks whike smiling. and please. hes reposting it on all his apps.

in real life he already barely post selfies, but if you were his partner his social media is a you fan account, his profile picture is you, all his highlights covers are you and full of you, his post are all you, and his bio has you tagged

he BEGS you to match usernames in games and on discord like even if you dont play or use the app he’ll still keep it

LIKE PLSSLSLSL IMAGINE IT FOR ME

“ilovethemsomuch” is typing…

“canheleavemealone” sent you one notification

if hes a idol in this universe, he’ll go crazy on stage using his deep voice (we know…lalali…) then as soon as he sees you backstage hes running to hug you while bringing you guys to a corner to be alone as he mumbles sweet words “missed you baby” “lets go home and cuddle?” “im so lucky to have you”

hes the small spoon, he loves being big spoon but at night after all the protecting hes done for you, he just needs a little recharge with laying ontop of you while he hides his face in your neck as you run your hands through his hair

man is the definition of gentle love. cannot convice me other wise

in arguments, never argues back. just sits there allows you to speak, yell, get everything out your system and pays attention to you speaking so he can see what he needs to reassure, clear, and tell you

in big dinner parties, whether in a restaurant or house hes always sitting by you. in these big settings he never wants to leave your side, he holds your hand and plays with the promise ring he had gotten you

wonwoo loves it when you take off his glasses. he sometimes pretends to sleep so you can take off his glasses and kiss nose. you never told him but you slowly figured out when his cheeks redden each time

babe hes so obsessed with you. has your picture as his gaming pc lockscreen, homescreen, and even google screen. his password on everything is your birthday and if the members figure that out its your anniversary, and if they figure that one out, its the first time you two kissed

has your initials made with little gemstones of your favorite color on the side of his headphones and controller

has a polariod picture of you on his monitor, and on his desk

loves being the underdressed boyfriend when necessary. of course wont be underdressed all the time but he has his moments when youre shining and hes just…there…….(he loves you being the spotlight)

also loves it when you order for him, dont get him wrong, he’ll order for you no hesitation but sometimes his social battery runs low……

wonwoo i need

[bonbonly]

Pierre with innocent reader.

That is it

Maybe reader being estbans sister or bestie, if bestie make it so they kinda get caught?

Or make two different and do them both 🫶👹👹👹👹👹

bon's thoughts (18+) girl this is UTTERRRR filth even im surprised by this

pierre's visiting charles like he always does. he's in the living room, watching some tv with his best friend and he's surfing through some channels. charles tosses pierre a cap, and the latter places it on backwards and sighs out loud, leaning into the couch.

"i'll head over to take a shower, don't mind me," charles sighs, and gets up, leaving the room. pierre nods, still trying to pick a movie to watch when the front doorbell rings. he frowns, getting up and when he opens the door, you're standing there with a basket in your hand.

"oh, im sorry to interrupt! is charles here?"

"he just went to take a shower, might take a few minutes... who are you?" pierre asks, furrowing his brows. he glances at your outfit, a thin tank top and no bra underneath so he can see your nipples greeting him affectionately and a long skirt that makes him wonder what you're hiding under there.

"i'm his next door neighbor! i've known him since i was little!" you chirp, smiling at the man in front of you. pierre raises an eyebrow, confused as to why in the world charles never mentioned that he had a cute girl living next door to him. and if charles never mentioned you, that surely meant he didn't think much about you... which meant pierre could have you all for himself. he smiles, stepping aside to let you prance into charles' house with a grin on your face. you set the basket down on the kitchen counter, explaining to pierre that you've been baking recently and you always ask charles to taste whatever dessert you make.

"oh, i could help," he offers, and you nod your head, picking up a scone before handing it to him. it's not the best scone in the entire world, nor was it terrible. it still had lots of room for improvement. charles is drying his hair with his towel when he comes back downstairs and when he sees pierre eating the scone, he's laughing out loud,

"mon ami, unless you want to die of food poisoning what are you doing eating her food?" charles laughs and you're pouting your lips,

"i'm not that bad of a baker..." you mutter, grabbing your basket, "i made these all for your charles! pierre was nice enough to taste!"

"i'm sure pierre would like some sweeter things," charles giggles and pierre's staring at the outline of your legs underneath your skirt. yeah he definitely wanted something sweeter, much sweeter. charles leaves shortly after since he wants to spend some time with his girlfriend, but he lets pierre stay behind in his house with you.

and that's when pierre decides to spring into action. you're watching some baking videos on youtube to try and learn new recipes, but you notice pierre getting closer and closer to you on the couch.

"is everything ok?" you ask, and he nods his head,

"just a bit cold, that's all," he shrugs, and within seconds you're snuggling closer to him, tits pressed against his arm that's making him restrain every ounce of fiber in his body. no he has to wait, he has to be patient. you smile at him before turning you attention back to the screen. after some time, he clears his throat, "you know i don't understand why you watch so many baking videos."

"what do you mean?" you snap, turning your head to face him, "i want to learn to make the sweetest, most delicious treat ever!"

"oh but you already have it," he glances at you, watching you frown,

"i have it? huh? how?" you furrow your brows once more, and he's now sinking to his knees in front of you.

"oh come on, don't tell me you don't know, mon amour," he grins and you're shaking your head because you truly don't know! he sighs, fingers slipping under the band of your skirt to pull it down but you grab his wrists,

"p-pierre, what are you doing?"

"i'm going to show you the sweet treat, trust me!" he exclaims, kissing your nose before slowly taking off your entire skirt. you watch him nervously, unsure as to what he means but you did want to get this recipe down so you figure its best to shut up and listen to him. he glances up at your chest, and clicks his tongue, "ah i forgot about my other favorite treat" and he's taking your tank top off, groaning when he sees your beautiful tits just waiting to have his mouth wrapped around your areolas. he's rubbing your nipples between his fingers, pinching gently and watching you gasp out loud, wriggling out of his touch for a second,

"is this the sweet treat?" you ask, and he's giggling at your words,

"no, the sweet treat's down here!" and he's taking your panties off, watching a string of your arousal cling onto the cloth, "someone's excited..."

you don't know what he means by that but he has you spread your legs for him and positions you in a way that you're able to see your own dripping pussy.

"this! this is the sweet treat!" he smiles, and you're frowning at him, not really understanding what's going on, but his words are having some effect on you because you find your cunt getting warmer. he spits onto your cunt, the saliva dripping gracefully onto your folds which he's rubbing back and forth with his thumb. his eyes flicker to see your mouth opening in a small gasp, before he splays his tongue onto your folds, licking a very long stripe up to your clit as you begin to squirm, "oh this is so much sweeter than i imagined!"

his tongue probes around your cunt, nipping at your clit before sucking and pulling harshly. his fingers scissor in you, before his tongue joins which has you moaning out loud, hands gripping his hair to see if he can slow down a bit because it was all too much for you! you've never had gotten this intimate with anybody in your life, and here he is, feasting on the sweetest treat ever imaginable: your pretty pussy. when you cum around his fingers, he pulls back and licks his lips before looking over at you,

"open wide, a chef needs to know how to taste properly," and you listen to his orders, opening your mouth. he has you lick his fingers clean, taking him in as far as your throat can take them before you gag, "how do you taste? sweet, right?"

"y-yeah," you whisper, nodding your head.

"i think you need to taste yourself more, it'll give you good practice when you're baking," he smiles, and lifts your ass up so that your cunt is just a few inches from your face, you're practically being folded in half! he sees your hesitation for a split second, and he places his hand behind your head, gently nudging you towards your delectable treat, "you saw what i did right, mon ange? can you do that for me? just do whatever i did with my tongue."

it's a bit hard to do so with how uncomfortable the position you're in is, but you suppose there's always meant to be pain when you're learning so you lick your cunt, already moaning a bit. your tongue flicks your clit, and pretty soon you're sucking the pearl of your cunt. you pull away a couple times to moan at how good you taste and to give yourself a small break, but pierre's hand comes right back down to make sure you're tasting yourself properly. he pulls out his phone, telling you that he's keeping this for further baking sessions and you're so thankful that he cares so much about your baking journey! he's grinding his hard cock against your ass, which pushes your cunt closer to your face, allowing you to go past sucking your clit, but down to your wet hole. when you glance up for a second as your tongue is now in your gaping hole, you see pierre stroking his thick cock with a smile on his face.

"oh you're doing amazing, keep going i want to see how far you can go," and you're nodding your head, your arms holding your legs as you continue to eat yourself out. as you cum into your own mouth, pierre's coating your face with his own load and he's laughing as he's recording the entire thing, telling you that this was definitely going to be his favorite video ever.

"but remember," he warns you, burying your face in your cunt harshly, barely giving you time to breathe, "this isn't an ordinary treat, you can't share this one with charles."

you have no idea what he means but you continue to lap up your juices.

[writing-reference-redux]

Whump Prompts

60 ideas for writers and artists!

Either choose your own prompt, or ask your followers to choose for you by sending you a character or ship and the number or emoji. Also, let people know if you welcome combos (combining two prompts into a single story or art piece)!

Be aware! Some of these prompts may be triggering! Proceed with caution if you have sensitivities to certain whumpy subject matter!

🤢 - It was probably something you ate

🤒 - Fever dreams

😢 - Where's the comfort?

😷 - Better safe than sorry

🥶 - We have to get you warmed up

🌡️ - Heat exhaustion and other summer fun

🌊 - Heavy surf

🏊🏼‍♀️ - Against the (rip) tide

🛟 - Overboard!

🔆 - You forgot to put on sunscreen, didn't you?

🏖️ - It would have been safer to stay in the water

👂 - Auditory issues

👀 - Eye scream

🐺 - When animals attack

🌳 - Why were you climbing a tree in the first place?

🍄 - You ate a wild what?

🌼 - I didn't know you were allergic!

🔦 - Whumped in the darkness

⚡️ - High voltage

🔥 - Where there's smoke...

🏈 - Tackled

🛹 - I told you you couldn't do a kick flip!

🍽️ - Cooking accidents

🍗 - Slow down before you choke

🎲 - The most unlucky day

🚗 - Road hazards

✈️ - Is there a doctor onboard?

⛺️ - Whumped in the woods

🍴 - We'll find food soon

🥤 - There has to be water somewhere

⛈️ - A storm's a'coming!

🌪️ - When the wild wind blows

🏠 - Most accidents happen in the home

🔪 - Getting stabby with it

🔫 - Bang!

🏹 - Bows and arrows

🩸 - That's a lot of blood

🪤 - It's a trap!

💊 - Did you take your medicine?

🦠 - The virus

🫁 - Just breathe!

🫀 - What does a heart attack feel like?

🧨 - Firecrackers are dangerous

🎢 - Having "fun" at the fair

🪜 - Watch that first step

🪟 - Destination defenestration

🛁 - Tub slippage

🕳️ - Down, down, down...

🩺 - Worst bedside manner ever

💀 - It's (just) a (mild) concussion

💉 - I know you hate needles, but you need this!

🪡 - You need stitches

🩹 - Quick fix

🦴 - It's definitely broken

🩼 - You really should stay off your feet

🛌🏼 - Stuck in bed

💤 - Just try to stay awake

💬 - Keep texting until I get there!

🫂 - You're safe now

💋 - I'll kiss it better