#also hope yknow-fuck enjoys my side comments

[iridescent-serpent]

This is for @yknow-fuck mostly bc they infected me with great takes on dorito shaped starscream that is the bayverse version

Enjoy your slightly easier to visually identify boy (he is slightly more chicken than usual)

[sun4ki]

“ YOUR BODY IS CALLING ME, YOUR EYES IS UNDRESSING ME. “

Vegas _ by Joseline Hernandez

Pairing: Robin x fem!Reader

Content: Robin dolling you up with make up and and her wardrobe <3

Warnings: SUGGESTIVE , MINORS READ AT YOUR OWN RISK , MEN AND HOMOPHOBES DNI

A/n: this was requested by @alwaysoc in an ask but you requested two things which is why im not replying to the ask ^^ , apologise for my grammar and other things in advance but i hope you enjoy anyways

Tagging: @robilover @skinblanket

“Are you sure i can borrow this..? It looks really expensive..”

Uncertain lingering in your tone as you sat there, wearing one of Robin’s more popular outfits.

No matter how long you’ve been with her, you still can’t grasp the thought that you were actually dating THE Robin..

Fans were spilt into two sides basically.

some were happy.

Some where jealous of you

Nevertheless, Robin still loved you.

“Of course, you look better in them than me~”

“That’s a lie.”

“Are you actually saying it’s a lie when it’s coming from me?”

“No, obviously it looked better in you than me. It’s clearly made for you!”

A soft chuckle erupted from Robin’s mouth, slightly amused by your protesting

“Well to me, you still look good in them~”

She grabbed the lipstick from her makeup bag, slowly twisting the bottom till the redish stub could be seen.

You felt the slightly cold tip swiping against your top lip before your bottom.

Closing your lips, making sure to spread the waxy feeling evenly.

You turned to Robin, seeing her mouth gaped open slightly as her gaze was definitely everywhere except your eyes.

“You’re staring” You commented.

“It’s not my fault you look stunning when i doll you up~” she chuckled, pressing a soft kiss against your cheek

“You do this almost everyday, what’s so different now?”

Finally her gaze turned to your eyes, a smirk tugging her lips

“What makes you believe i don’t already think like this the other times i dolled you up, pretty girl~”

You suddenly felt her hand on your waist, pushing you into the soft and plushy couch, her other hand reaching up to wipe off the slight messed up lipstick on the corner of your lips.

Fuck she was close.

Really close.

“Such a pretty girl and its all for me”

“Seriously Robin? We’re in your dressing room for aeon’s sake.” You protested yet you knew your words were weak against her.

“And? The show just finished and it’s not like paparazzi would come here at 11pm- heck! It’s almost midnight! The nights young and so are we, dearest.”

You knew she was right and aeons were you falling for her all over again.

Before you could even reply to her teasing remarks, she pressed a kiss onto your lips, both her hands now slithering down your curves to your waist.

Instinctively, you wrap your arms around her neck, feeling the need to be closer to her in everyday possible.

That comforting feeling was immediately replaced with a sudden empty hole when she pulled away to look at you in the eyes.

“You look good with the lipstick on too, yknow” You commented, watching as she gaze scanned you up and down like she was trying to undress you with her eyes.

“You’re staring yet again, Robin”

“You’re just so beautiful in my clothes.. i might just let you keep this.”

“You say that all the time..”

“Exactly, what’s mine is also yours dearest and i mean it this time.”

“Perks of being rich huh?” You replied with a scoff

“Oh please, let me pamper you this time. Consider it as a reward for pampering me when im tired aswell..”

Robin went back to kissing your lipstick coated lips, the words you were about to comment suddenly dying in your throat.

Suddenly the thought about doing something so intimate in her dressing room wasn’t such a bad idea..

Like she said

The nights young and so are the two of you.

[chumpsalmon]

Birthday sex (Engineer x reader)

NSFW// little to no exposition sorrryyyy (also angry sex lol)

Since it was my 21st bday yesterday, I’m going to write a very self indulgent fic with my fav character in honor of that!!! Hope you enjoy :)

After staggering in from an eventful night of birthday partying and making your boyfriend slightly jealous, Dell was eager to get you into the bedroom to put you back in your place.

As soon as you guys are clear of any interruptions, Dell rushes to you, pressing his body to the back of yours.

“You think what you did in there was cute, huh? You wanna be treated like a slut then?”

“Wha…are you even..like, talking about…” You say smugly. Your slurred speech spurs him on.

He turns your body so that you’re facing him and makes sure to grab a handful of your hair.

“Anything else you wanna say?”

Before you’re able to get out another smartass sentence, he pushes your head down and into his clothed crotch, smothering your face against his hard dick. He only lifts your head for a second and you’re spouting bratty, teasing comments. It gives him enough time to free his dick and slap it against your jaw a few times before burying it into your throat.

He clutches onto your hair again and starts relentlessly skull fucking you, occasionally grabbing your face and slapping it around.

“Dirty slut can’t even take it.. so stupid..” he jeers.

You try pushing his thighs back so you can catch a breath of air, but he doesn’t let you. You strain against his blows but it only makes him shove his dick deeper into your throat, burying his cock into your face. Tears and spit roll down your face violently, cheeks and lips swollen red as you’re barely able to get a good breath of air.

He pulls out finally, and you gasp for a big breath of air.

“Nothing to say now, huh?”

You nod wearily, giving him a crooked smile as you look up at him. He wipes the corners of your eyes and mouth.

“Good girl..” he coos.

He picks you up again by the hair, still retaining his previous aggression.

“But this still doesn’t mean you’re outta hot water, Yknow that right?” He says, taunting you.

He leads you into the edge of your bed, plunging you face down ass up into your mattress . He pulls off your clothes, practically tearing them off. He yanks your panties to the side and rubs his dick against your soaked pussy.

Normally he’s such a gentleman; So gentle and patient with your antics, always kind and never complains. He knows how to break you slowly, though. He’ll tease you until you’re sobbing for it, torture you with pleasure for hours, but despite everything, the common denominator is still patience. Tonight he let all of that go, months of pent up anger released all at once in this one moment.

He pushes into you, bottoming out fully in you. You yelp at the unexpectedness of the act, tears welling at the corner of your eyes. He lays into you, hammering every inch inside you. He smacks your ass repeatedly while fucking you, leaving bruises and welts. He grabs your waist so hard, you’re sure that’ll bruise, too. He fucks you sober, so hard that you’re barely able to keep up and catch your breath. You’re not minding your volume so he presses your face deeper into the bed.

You try pushing him back, so of course, he holds your arms and puts his whole weight into his thrusts. You begin shaking, and soon go limp aside from clenching around his cock cumming over and over again for him. He uses you as a fuck doll in this moment, not a single regard for your well being.

He starts to get sloppier with his thrusts, whispering that he’s gonna cum. He lifts your head up and you whine, cockdrunk,

“Cum inside me, please…”

He groans and grips your hips, wildly thrusting his cum deeper and deeper inside you, making sure you’re filled.

He topples over you and you turn to cuddle him.

“Happy birthday, baby.” He grins at you.

You’re only able to let out a small giggle before you’re resting your head on his chest, on the verge of falling asleep. He rubs your back to soothe you for only a little bit before both of you are conked out, happy and satisfied.

[becomingpotatoes]

finished the teal mask and oh boy do i have thoughts…

(SPOILERS FOR THE NEW DLC IF YOU DONT WANT SPOILERS PLS DO NOT READ)

god. kieran. kieran is so refreshing from a character perspective. kieran is like the anti-hop. it kind of feels like he’s the protagonist and we’re the classic jerk rival, doesn’t it? this guy clearly has Issues and i really like that, im enjoying this sort of “why can’t i beat you” rival trope that gamefreak’s been doing lately. they nearly did it with hop but with kieran they’re really going full in. the character arc that kieran went through in this dlc was actually difficult for me to watch, seeing this poor boy destroy himself mentally. the first time i battled him for the final time i actually lost, and i was hoping that he would get to keep ogerpon because altho shes cute and i adore her, i felt so bad. but ofc thats not the way the cookie crumbles. kieran is socially awkward, he doesn’t know how to communicate, and he’s never had a true friend. then florian/juliana comes along and suddenly there’s someone who seems to genuinely enjoy hanging out with him that isn’t, yknow, related to him. but then that person that he was so eager to trust goes along and begins befriending and helping a pokemon that hes adored all your life behind his back. i relate to kieran a lot and ofc yknow the absolute maniac arc hes about to go through is probably not healthy but i rlly hope this ends up being good for him. he idolized ogerpon because of how he related to her story, not because of the actual living creature she is. i wouldnt be surprised if it turns out he doesnt value his pokemon as actual living creatures either. i could see him being like a reverse silver, as he grows colder growing to not even care about his pokemon.

on the other hand, carmine! carmine was such a delight, i was genuinely not expecting to enjoy her as much as i did. sure, she also has Issues and has probably been a negative effect on her brother, but at the end of the day she is also just a kid. she probably has no idea what shes doing, and i dont think shed ever hurt kieran. she went through a lot of growth in the dlc and i can see her trying to become a better person with the help of florian/juliana and repairing her odd relationship with kieran.

also, it seems like she kind of has to play a parental role for kieran, as its implied that their parents arent around. thats another thing that separates kieran and carmine from siblings like hop and leon (and oh my god im just realizing all the parallels between hop and leon and kieran and carmine). its implied that the galar bros had a good childhood, and hops Issues dont start until hes set off on his journey and leon is a full adult with an actual life. with the kitakami siblings, if you read between the lines you can tell that theyve had a harder time growing up. with carmines comments on tourism and how it’s negatively effected their town and give her Trust Issues, that obviously fucked them both up a little, seeing that people only valued their hometown as an attraction, and that they themselves were a part of that attraction. and of course we dont know what the issue was with their parents. also, why are they going to school in unova? (side not oh my god it is so obvious that we’re going to get bw remakes in gen 9 or a legends unova game)

kitakami is such an interesting region. obviously its tiny, it has one town and then everything else is just untamed land. i feel like something Else is going on here. or maybe its just small idk

i love ogerpon a lot i think shes adorable and i love that we got to run around with her before she joined our team and it makes the whole “ten year old catches legendary thing” feel more realistic

also why are ogerpon and the loyal three legendaries i feel like they should be mythicals them being legendary feels Wrong

anyways these were my silly thoughts on the dlc and i hope kieran turns out to be the bb leagues champion (pulling a blue) and also i dont trust briar now time to finish my pokedex and talk to legends arceus pandering i mean perrin and if i see anyone call carmine a terrible person i will trade away your ev trained competitive team ok bye

(also this scene made me emotional)

[justanotherpersonsuniverse]

CAP CHAPTER 74 ROCKED

AND I WROTE THINGS HERE YA GO

SPOILERS BELOW!!!

Yknow i had to do it to em (play eye of the tiger based off of the chapter title, i think I’ll play gonna fly too, training montage music) 

EXCELLENT START. 

Love the dialogue already, Rena I love you dearly. 

I know you made the massive time skip because of your break from Panthera while writing, But i do actually quite like how it means they’ve been at this for almost a full year by now

Insane for this. “Yes and no, that was Ladybug’s training” 

The fuck will she do to them. I am so ready to find out

SHE’S SO INTENSE I LOVE HER LOVE THIS SIDE OF HER

I hope LB doesn’t interfere too much, I want to see how everyone deals with this side of Panthera

It’s hard to be fast at falling- hHA i am actually wheezing, i love this

Help this is awesome

I’m terrible at commenting on action, but this flows really smoothly and I’m loving how Panthera is explaining shit to them while they are flailing 

I feel like LB will be pulled in to make a point about team work

How is she wearing a hat with the cat ears

Awww Anarka tips cute

I love this

I enjoy Panthera beating hte three of their asses

I’m really waiting for the moment the tension between LB and Panthera explodes, because the push and pull between them can’t keep up like this! Especially because you have hinted at the Akuma becoming more dangerous 

Thats an argument / conversation I can’t wait to read.

Well i can wait, I would rather things are appropriately set up and you were happy with writing them Cap. does that make sense?

Help not Chloe hating Nadia, tbh she gives me bad vibes considering how ready she was to use children to boost her own show rating. 

Also, stealing a reporters microphone is such a funny idea.

JULEKA YOU THICK HEADED IDIOT NOTICE WHO RENA IS PELASE I BEG OF THEE

I still find it funny that Juleka is so bothered by not knowing who rena is. 

I love the alya appreciation, she’s a really really fun character especially in this, Chloe buying her an expensive camera is so funny though

Help- 

“They only ask me why I’m a boy on an all girl’s team and if I’m dating you guys.” Carapace huffed, tugging at his hood. “I’m also bi but I’m thinking of aiming for dating a dude next time I’m looking to date just so I can spite them.”

I’M OBSSESSED WITH NINO HERE HELP

Mainly because i was just thinking that “huh, i forgot that without Adrien as Cn team miraculous really seems like a girls thing

OOOO 

“They’re not my rules” 

Juleka saying this to them really forces them all to see that the partnership is unbalanced

This is like the different expectations of my divorced parents this sounds stressful to be in a team with 

Interesting to see Juleka’s rules though

I like this team conversation, I’m very curious about how much we’ll see with the five of them

The talk about dreams is fun, I am curious about what Chloe will end up wanating to do 

The whole “Oh was that an implication thing?” was cute

Juleka thinking the fact that we all end up dying is a reassuring thing is so funny help

leaving the three to a long moment without their two leaders. Or.. was it leader and her second in command.

THAT SHWTA I’M TALKING ABOUT!!!!!!!!!!! POWB YEAH UNBALANCED SYSTEM AND SHE NOTICED WOOO

It is very interesting that they never thought of it like that before though, I’m pretty sure the media had implied that Juleka was second in command, or that might have been Juleka bias working 

Cap you have no idea how insane i am for the inevitable LB and Panthera disagreement on how to run things, like I feel like there will have to be a big push because Juleka is unlikely to challenge it without them even though she feels really strongly for it

But Alya’s observation has just made me more interested

I do need it to be known that I’m not trying to vilify Marinette! I love her character in this! She’s so interesting with how she sees things and how dedicated she is, and she is a good hero!

I’m just.. Really interested to see what happens when Panthera and her are actively opposing each other

The fact that Panthera fights like she’s dancing has me feeling wild 

And actually helps me visualise how she fights a lot more, not that it was hard before but this makes a lot of details click

YAY THEY BEAT HER!!!

Ooo, Fu talk. And. wait. PROGRESS ON THE PERMANENT HEROS THING WOOHOO

We all know LB has just not asked Fu about it at all

I’ve never really stopped to wonder why

I think I assumed it was because she didn’t want to maybe go against Fu, but I don’t think that really fits…

Huh. 

More to think about, though I do apologise if you’ve made that particular motivation clear and I’ve accidentally blanked it!

Oh shit

Never mind

Were talking about the metalica moment that’s crazy insane

Never mind fade to black

God I am so curious about what she’ll be able to do with that when it is more controlled

Hang on wasn’t she not transformed? Oh no, nvm plagg can leave the ring now

the end was so cute- help not Chloe buying expensive shit for people, love that for her

I seem to have said less than usual! i'm a bit frantic rn, so sorry about that! I'm not sure how much either of my asks made sense, they really are just stream of conscious so I do apologise for anything that is confusing!

Im glad you liked the time skip- Ive heard some comments expressing their unhappiness or discomfort with it so,, yeah;;

I can't wait for panthera and ladybug's dynamic in season 3. if you guys love ladynoire toxic yuri oh boy season 3+4 will be the seasons for you guys <3

[dalishthunder]

Happy valentine's! It's me smile anon :]

It's been a really really long while and I planned on replying much sooner but in short: college life and depression. I'm not back to full power yet, but getting there and I absolutely had to leave a message on valentine's day since I missed new years.

I've been around since the GEO days and I've even interacted before, just never left anything that indicated I'm the same person hehe. That fic and universe will always have a special place in my heart. I binged the whole thing in one day when it was one chapter away from being finished and I laughed and I cried and the ending left me warm and satisfied despite not being into cronus at all. I've read that fic entirely for the humor, the emotions, the dynamic between two characters you've beautifully constructed (and made me gain a new appreciation for, cronus-wise. still a goober, but your take really fleshed him out), and for the background characters who got their own depth and interiority that it made the story's universe come alive. It's one fic that really touched me and I think even affected the way I approach my own creative projects. And then I proceeded to scour your blog for every other thing you've written and have been hiding in your (tumblr) backyard, occasionally whispering 'yippie' ever since lol

Anyway back to what we're both here for, GoG:

ABQKDHWLQ2HEOFUALXHXKCHSKXHICIEKSUCIDOLWIEFOIFIFIFSHQKSHXKSHSKXJ

READER GOT TO WEAR A CAPE AND A MASK AND BE COOL AND BE TERRIFIED!!!!!! I N E E D TO DRAW THAT AS SOON AS I'M OVER MY ART BLOCK

READER GOT TO (ATTEMPT) KILLING SOMEONE ("INDIRECTLY") :D!!! I was wondering when it will be coming to this and yup. Here it is. With Ramattra basically going "Point and I'll kill them" as a show of trust/respect lmao. I am really excited to see how this plays out, if there will be any casualties on their side. How that would make them feel. If it would be difficult seeing themself the same way again after asking for something like that even knowing the person they ordered killing wouldn't think twice about the suffering they'd inflicted. I'm also worried about what will happen when Talon figures out their real identity...

This project started as a two parter and look where we are now. I'd leave a longer more in depth comment but my brain is pretty fried rn ashsh. Just wanted to let you know I'm still here finding joy and comfort in your writing, and thank you for sharing it this valentine since we're celebrating the love and all that :3 Hope you have a good day today!

SMILE ANON MY BELOVED!!!!

Happy Valentines Day!!! Oh my god thank you for sticking around so long! And I'm so glad you enjoyed GEO enough to stay for the ride ;u;

writing GEO was honestly such a huge emotional experience for me beginning to end. It's... one of those ones that will probably stay with me in my heart forever because it was the first big thing I wrote in... a good 9-10 years, and it was filled with a lot of heart (not that my other stuff isn't, I do pour my heart and soul into my other works, but GEO was special to me yknow?) So I'm really glad that you enjoyed it so much

And that's so touching to hear that it's kind of changed the way you view your creative endeavors!!!! At least I hope it's in a good way haha ASLDKJFASLKDFASDFSDF

AUUUGHGHGHOOGHGHH IF YOU DRAW THAT I WILL BE FOREVER IN YOUR DEBT OH MY GOD

And yeah baby's first murder... Ramattra is so proud

But in all seriousness there's gonna be a lot of emotions in the next chapter and I'm so fucking pumped for it... (if my hands and brain would cooperate and type)

I hope you also have a wonderful day!

[madame-fear]

Hiya Darling

I’ve also been feeling kinda down lately idk with like my looks and just feeling unlovable yknow when ugh life. So like i know i just recently asked for a comforting josh templeton work but can i get another serving of some either jonathan or josh comforting reader. One of thos “no one would pick me in a room of girls” type of situations you get me. So sorry if this is too deep and totes ruining the mood right now my apologies.

~the super cool and amazing 🦈

Hello babe!! ❤ Ohh my dear, I don't like to hear that 🥺 No one should feel that way! You're amazing and so cool!! Remember that there's always there who truly loves you for who you are, and cares for you.

I understand how you feel, because I've felt that way before (and still do quite often), and it's horrible. So, if you ever need to talk to someone about it, feel free to contact me whenever you want! My DM's are always open 🥰💕

I originally was going to write this one for Gotham! Jonathan, but finally decided to write it for Josh Templeton bc I know (and imagine) you like reading about him 🥰

Here it goes, my dearest!! Enjoy your reading, and hope it makes you better🥺❤

WARNING: Mentions of self-hate (and speech), reader feels awful and is kind of depressed, and some slight cussing. Starts with Angst, ends with some fluff.

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Bad Liar | Josh Templeton x Fem!Reader

Dreadfulness consumed your entire body, making you feel lifeless, not wanting to do anything else but just lay on your bed and stare at the roof on your now dark bedroom. You were having one of those moments where you felt entirely like shit, awful, unlovable...ugly, even. You weren't even able to look ar yourself in the mirror, you currently despised yourself.

You skipped a few days of school, since you had called in sick. You didn't have the motivation nor energy to get out of your house and deal with all the usual chaos of the school. You just needed some time alone to process all your emotions, hoping for this awful sensation to go away soon. You had received a few calls, which you assumed it was from your friends, but you never picked up the phone. The last thing you needed was to talk to someone, not even with your friends.

Taking a deep sigh, you shifted to your side in bed, and mindlessly stared at the window, even if you couldn't see anything outside since they were covered by the curtains. You weren't even thinking about anything, your presence was just there as you tightly hugged yourself. The soft, cold breeze hitting against your window.

Suddenly, the sound of your front door being open made you quickly sit in bed, and guide your eyes from your window to your bedroom's door. Adrenaline rushed in your whole body, unsure of what was yet to come. You softly gripped yourself from the lamp that stood on your nightstand, ready to hit whoever came inside your home.

"(Y/N)?" A familiar voice called, making you sigh with relief. You had forgotten about the fact that your best friend, Josh, had a key to enter your home whenever he wanted.

The strong grip you previously had on your lamp slowly softened, knowing that there was no threat to be aware of, sighing once again. It didn't take long until your bedroom door was opened, quietly creaking. His tall figure appeared through your door, and saw you sitting on bed, holding the lamp near your chest. "Fuck off, man. You scared the shit out of me." You softly scolded him, your voice tone was low and unexpressive. He simply scoffed at your comment, walking towards you, and immediatly plopping down on the edge of your bed.

"So..." you said, raising an eyebrow towards him. "What are you here for?" You asked, your voice and face were still expressionless. You didn't feel like talking to someone, but deep down inside, you were glad that he was there with you. It was as if you so badly needed him to be there, without you even being aware of it. "Why do you think I'm here? Because I'm worried about you, (Y/N)." There was something about his comment that made you feel...oddly emotional, it was like it made you drown with sorrow. You couldn't believe someone as sweet and caring as him could be worried about someone like you.

"Please, (Y/N). I know you're not sick, you're a really bad liar. I know there's something else going on. What is it? Tell me." He carefully grabbed both your hands, softly squeezing them. He placed one of his hand on top of yours, and the other one at the bottom, leaving your hands in the middle. You couldn't bare holding your emotions, you needed to release everything. These last few days you felt as if you couldn't let your emotions out, you couldn't even cry...but somehow, he made you feel overwhelmed with all the feelings you've held for so long. "It's just that..." You began speaking, taking a deep breath before you could continue. "Life is going on, Joshua!" That's it. You completely lost it, you couldn't hold it anymore. Without even realising, several tears began escaping through your eyes, and running through your cheeks.

"No one would pick me in a room full of girls!" You were now practically drowning in your own tears and sobbing. "I hate myself so much, Josh..." Some gentle sobs escaped your lips as you spoke. "I can't even look at myself in the mirror, I just feel so ugly and so unlovable, I'm so, so worthless..." Instinctively, not being able to look at him in the eyes out of shame, you looked down at your lap, as some tears left both your sweater and your pants with small wet spots from the tears, and began violently sobbing. He had never seen you this way before, which provoked his heart to drop at the sight of you in such a bad state. Without a single thought, he released both your hands, and quickly wrapped you in the warmth of his arms, tightly pressing you against his chest as you sobbed.

He softly played with strands of your hair, and rubbed your back in a comforting way. "That's not true. None of what you just said is true." He softly spoke, trying to soothe you. Your arms were tightly wrapped around his body, and hearing his soft voice speak made you calm down a bit. "You're the most amazing person I could ever met, I never stop thinking about how lucky I am to know someone like you, you know that?" His sweet words made you force yourself to stop sobbing. Even if you didn't want him to see your reddish face so messy due to all the recent crying, he placed some fingers under your chin and forcing you to look at him. His icy blue eyes pierced through your soul in a different way...like no one had ever done before in your life. With his other hand, he gently wiped away your tears with his fingertips. The closeness between you two made your cheeks get reddish.

"You only say that because you must pity me." Your voice was too weak to speak, breaking in the middle of your talking, your voice tone lower than usual. The way he deeply stared into your eyes gave you goosebumps, it made you feel weak under his touch. "No, I don't. I mean it. I love you so so much, (Y/N)." He briefly paused before continuing, noticing that your eyes widened at his sudden confession. "In a room full of girls, I would pick you. You're so different...different than most girls I've seen in my life. Your personality is so witty and enchanting, you're so unique. I wouldn't replace you for anything in the world." He was certainly getting into your heart, now. A small smile began forming on your lips as he kept talking, the blush on your face didn't fail to increase. "You're not unlovable, you're not worthless, and certainly, you're not ugly."

The tight your arms previously had around his body softened, and it was like you didn't feel overwhelmed anymore; you felt like someone truly cared about you. "You shouldn't compare yourself to other girls, and you shouldn't try to be like them. I love you just the way you are, and will always do. I promise I'll always be by your side, and I'll help you deal with the usual shitty chaos of life if you ever need to. Just... don't call yourself worthless or ugly, you're the best fucking thing that ever happened to me in this stupid world." You certainly had a broad smile on your lips. Your heart fluttered with love at the sweet, dedicated words he just told you.

Too perplexed to talk, you nervously licked your lips and looked down to your lap out of shyness, trying to hide your obvious flustered face. "You..." You paused for a moment, and looked up back again at him. "You really mean it?" Your question made him scoff, and a smile immediatly formed on his lips. He carefully grabbed your soft hand, caressing it with his thumb, and placed the other hand on your cheek. Before you could open your mouth to say anything, he gently smashed his lips against yours, causing yourself to tense up at the sudden moment. Were you imagining things? Well, actually, no. This was truly happening, and it was more real than you could ever believe.

It took you a few seconds until your body relaxed at the new sensation of his plushy lips against yours. Slowly closing your eyes, you gave up, and practically melted into the kiss. You placed on hand on his chest, and the other one ran through his hair, leaving it a bit more messy than it usually is. He, somehow, always managed to brighten up your days with a single smile, or just one touch, and to make you feel as if you were the only girl in the world...he made you feel so incredibly special, like no one had ever done before. At the feeling of his lips suddenly breaking apart the kiss, you slowly opened your eyes again, blinking a few times. "Does that answer your question?" He said. A sly smile formed on his beautiful face, while you just goofily smiled and tried to hold in your nervous giggles. "I‐I think that does...yeah."

His hand was still placed on your cheek, and he stared at you, just absolutely lovestruck at the sight of you being so awkwardly adorable. That was a whole new moment for you, which caused you to rub one of your arms up and down, trying to comfort yourself and make the nervousness fade away. "T-Thank you...for everything." You looked at his beautiful blue eyes, whom not even for second stopped looking directly into yours. "You shouldn't thank me, you deserve all the best in the world, only for you." A few giggles escaped away from your lips, which caused his heart to flutter with pure love. Without saying anything else, he threw himself on you, and embraced you in a tight hug, rocking your bodies to your sides in a sweet way.

"I think, I should call in sick too, don't you think?" He softly asked, his voice tone was low. You nodded in agreement, as you rubbed his warm back. "You should. Stay with me, please." He softly giggled at your comment. Slowly breaking apart the hug, he gave you a kiss on your cheek, provoking anlther blush to creep in your face.

"I'll stay with you. I love you, and will always do." He said, grabbing both your hands once again, as he deeply stared into your eyes.

Certainly, you were going to spend a nice and good time with him. You didn't feel alone or unlovable anymore...you felt accompanied with someone who truly cared and worried for you. His loving and warm presence was just enough to make you feel happy and comfy, and for him, that was all he needed. Only you, and your beautiful big smile.

[annoyed-galaxy]

Shakarian First Date

Since Garrus took Shepard somewhere they weren't supposed to be and fucking fired snipers in said forbidden area, I thought the lock in romance scene would have been better if they got chased and thrown in jail for a bit. Just some small stuff cause I really need the cute healing right now. Before...yknow...I work on the ME3 fix-it fic.

Lyris made her way towards the C-Sec shuttles. Her hands were in her hoodie pockets as she approached Garrus. He was leaning casually against the railing and she smirked as he pushed himself off of it. “Shepard, glad you came,” he greeted, his mandibles stretching out into the turian smile she got so used to seeing.

“Heard you wanted to hang out,” she smiled back. “What’d you have in mind?”

“Something that doesn’t involve fighting Reapers,” he said.

She snorted and rolled her eyes. “Well, I don’t think they’ve conquered the bar yet.”

“I’ve already scoped it out. But then I thought...if this was my last day alive, I’d like to remember it,” he insisted.

Lyris raised an eyebrow, taking her hands out of her pockets and crossing her arms. “So?”

“So, I had an idea...” He turned towards the console to call a car. When the car landed, she hopped in the passenger side as Garrus took the controls. If he was taking her on a joy ride, she was not about to complain. She had always wanted to take a ride around the Citadel, but it was always under attack or she was busy getting shot at or well...Reapers.

“Alright, where we going? Is there a destination, or are we just doing a joy ride?” Lyris asked, once they were in the air.

“Somewhere we’re not supposed to,” he smirked, a mandible stretching out to one side.

Lyris leaned back in the seat and chuckled. “Now you’re talking.”

“Ever have that one thing you’ve always wanted to do before you died, Shepard?” Garrus asked.

Lyris smiled slyly. “I’ve woken up with a turian next to me.” Lyris looked over at Garrus, a smirk on her face.

“Still trying to make me blush?”

“Until it works,” she teased. Garrus rolled his eyes. “So what’s your one thing?”

“The whole time I worked at C-Sec, I’d stare at the top of the Presidium and say to myself: I want to go up there. But I never did. There were one-hundred and thirty seven regulations telling me I couldn’t,” he explained.

“So what? Did you get them changed?”

“No. Now I just don’t give a damn.”

Lyris smiled, enjoying this new carefree Garrus. He had changed a lot since she first met him. From C-Sec officer to vigilante to expert advisor on Reapers. She wondered if it was because of her. If she had any influence on him and his attitude. Hopefully she wasn’t too bad of an example.

The car rose higher into the air and then Garrus parked it onto one of the beams that stretched from side to side across the Presidium. He stepped out and Lyris followed. “Figured it’s time to something stupid just for the hell of it. Might be the last chance we ever get.”

Lyris looked down at the Presidium, watching the skycars above them drive by. The view was beautiful. So much green and blue in this one spot: grass, plants, water. It was peaceful, reminded her of Earth before the Reapers. Looking out at the Presidium made her forget that Reapers were attacking the galaxy. That she wasn’t in the middle of a war, trying to complete impossible tasks. Getting species that fought for centuries to work together. “It’s incredible,” she whispered.

Garrus turned to her, seeing her eyes sparkle with life and amazement. “I’d be lying if I said I didn’t hope it would inspire a certain...mood.” Lyris’s eyes met his and she could tell there was more to this.

“Something on your mind, then?” she asked, turning towards him.

His mandibles quivered, as if he was nervous. “It seemed like you needed time to...figure us out.” He stepped closer to her. “Are you ready to be a one-turian kind of woman?”

His voice was soft, as if he was unsure of himself, unsure if she really wanted him. He’s been with her since the beginning. Since Saren, the geth, Sovereign, on to the Collectors, and now with the Reapers. He was her most reliable squadmate, always watching over her back whenever she charged into battle with her biotics. He reminded her, painfully, of Gwen. Maybe that’s why she liked him so much. It was as if Gwen was a part of him. But at the same time, he was his own person.

When she died, it was as if the chains holding her in her past life had dissolved and when she was brought back to life, she was reborn, renewed. She let go of her parents’ death, of Gwen’s death, of all the people she had lost on Torfan. When she was surrounded by Cerberus strangers and felt threatened, Garrus had managed to find his way into her life. She had a friend with her then and she couldn’t afford to seclude herself away.

The feelings that formed for Garrus just...happened. She didn’t know who fell first, her or him. All she knew is that she wanted to be with Garrus until the end. She wouldn’t lose him. She was done losing people. She would take on the Reapers, as long as he was by her side.

“The only thing that made leaving Earth bearable was knowing that you were out there somewhere.” As she said the words, Garrus’s eyes lit up.

“I felt the same way. The worst part about the galaxy going to hell would’ve been never getting to see you again.” His voice had more confidence in it, as if hearing her say those words erased any uncertainties he had.

She stepped closer to him. “Well, here I am. Exactly where I want to be.” Lyris put her hands on his chest and looked up into his eyes. The next few words she said would put to rest her old life and allow her to truly move on. She would always love Gwen Tamashi, but she also knew Gwen would want her to move on. “I love you, Garrus Vakarian.” The words rang true as she said them. Her heart swelled as she waited for his response.

He seemed surprised, bringing a hand to his head and scratching it nervously. “Oh. Wow. The vids Joker gave me never got this far,” he laughed nervously. “There was the part about sleeping together, but this...I don’t know what to do...”

Lyris smirked and pulled him down for a kiss. “Who needs a vid when you’ve got me?” she chuckled as she pulled back, a smug look on her face.

A flash of confidence soared through his eyes. She felt his arms wrap around her and next thing she knew, she was halfway off her feet, laying in his arms. His mandibles quivered before he leaned in for a kiss. Kissing a turian was a different experience as he didn’t really have lips, but Lyris appreciated it regardless as she returned it. Honestly, she could have stayed like this forever, in his arms, his face nuzzled against hers. There were no Reapers here, no death, no politics, just peace and a lovely turian.

He pulled back, much to her dismay, and put her on her feet again. They stared at each other for a few more moments before Garrus turned to a box where a couple of sniper rifles were. “Now, before we head back, there is one thing we are going to settle once and for all.” He seemed at ease now, as if a great weight was lifted off his shoulders. Maybe it was since she cleared the air. It made her happy to see how relieved he was. He picked up one of the sniper rifles and turned back to her. “Not saying you don’t know how to handle a gun. Just saying some of us know how to make it dance.” He tossed the rifle to her. “So, let’s find out who’s the best shot.”

Really. Oh he really wanted to go there. Lyris snorted as she prepped the sniper. “There are a few people in the galaxy who’ve seen me in action, Garrus. They seemed impressed.” Garrus grabbed a bottle from the boxes as she said this.

He snorted. “Maybe, but I’ve actually seen you dance, Shepard...No comment.”

Lyris clicked her tongue and readied the sniper. “All right, Vakarian. You’re going down.” She was bringing this hotshot down. Nobody insults her dancing!

“Don’t worry, I loaded it with practice slugs for when you miss,” he said cheekily. Lyris rolled her eyes and took her stance. Did she use a sniper often? No. Did she at least know how to use one? Hell yes. She preferred her biotics and close combat rather than long range. But now was the time to defend her honor and make Garrus eat dirt.

He threw the bottle and as it soared through the air, Lyris aimed, held her breath and then fired, shattering the bottle and watching as the liquid within burst free and fell down. She tilted her head towards Garrus, smirk on her face. Eat it, she thought.

“That was an easy one. Let you build up your confidence.” He turned back to grab another bottle. “Long range, I wrote the book. Nobody alive can do this, not even Commander Shepard.” Lyris crossed her arms, raising her eyebrows at the challenge. He tossed the bottle to her. “Give me a tough one,” he challenged as he grabbed his own sniper.

Lyris stretched and swung her arms about for a bit, getting ready to throw the bottle as far as she could. She backed up and aimed, then she ran forward a bit and launched the bottle. As soon as it was out of her hand, Garrus shot the bottle down. “I said a tough one!” he sneered.

“Alright, you cocky hotshot, step aside,” Lyris picked up her rifle again. As he got ready to throw the bottle, Lyris’s focus sharpened and as soon as she saw the bottle in her view...

It shattered and the sound of her rifle echoed all around. She then looked at Garrus, a smug look on her face again. “Nobody alive, maybe, but technically I died,” she shrugged.

Garrus snorted. “Yeah, well, next time we’ll throw in a herd of rampaging Kilxen. That’s how you separate the rookies from the pros.”

Lyris laughed but was cut off by the sound of sirens. She and Garrus turned to see a C-Sec car with the sirens on heading their way. “Remember how you said we’re not supposed to be up here?” Lyris quipped, throwing the rifle down and heading to the car.

“Yeah maybe shooting a gun wasn’t a good idea,” he laughed as he joined her. “Hold on.” The car lurched and they started speeding away from the C-Sec car. The sirens blared louder and sped up, beginning to chase them.

“Garrus are you running from the cops?!” Lyris exclaimed, laughter in her voice.

“Like I said, I don’t give a damn!” Garrus sped up, the car lurching above traffic towards the fake morning sky. Lyris looked behind her and saw that another C-Sec car had joined its partner.

“I hope you’re as good of a getaway driver as you are a shot,” she teased. “We got another one.”

Garrus’s mandible twitched and his voice purred. “Hold on tight then.” The car began weaving through traffic, hoping to lose the C-Sec cars on their tail. Until one came up to their side. “Crap.” Garrus forced the car downwards, speeding towards the water that traveled through the Presidium.

“A car chase as a first date? My, my, Garrus you know how to make an impression,” Lyris joked.

Garrus opened his mouth, ready to say something, but was cut off when more C-Sec cars cut them off in front. Garrus stopped the car and was about to turn around, but their chasers behind them cut them off. They were surrounded. Garrus looked over at Lyris. “Let’s just hope Bailey is here.”

Lyris was laying on Garrus’s lap and he absentmindedly ran his hand through her hair. They were in a jail cell, the door locked, but neither really seemed to care. “Garrus, stick to shooting things, not driving,” Lyris chuckled.

“I’d say I’m still a better driver than you. Should I remind you of the trips in the Mako?” Garrus challenged tilting his head to the side.

“Excuse you, I was a damn good driver when it came to the Mako.”

“Yeah sure. Say that to the concussions I would get all the time you flipped it over. I’m honestly amazed we never blew up!”

Lyris rolled her eyes.

The door to the cell open and they turned to look who it was.

Joker was standing in the doorway, his arms crossed with Bailey behind him. “Was wondering when you two would finally go out on a date,” Joker chuckled. “Just didn’t expect you guys to get arrested.”

“Yeah who knew Commander Shepard and Garrus Vakarian were such troublemakers,” Bailey snorted. “You two are free to go.”

Lyris sat up and smiled at Joker. “They didn’t make you bail us out did they? Cause I could have just used my Spectre status.”

“No I actually told Commander Bailey to keep you guys locked up for a bit,” Joker laughed. “I just found it funny Commander Shepard, hero of the Citadel, getting in trouble for being in places she’s not supposed to be.”

“Hey, it was Garrus’s idea,” Lyris countered pointing back to the turian who stood up.

Joker laughed again as he moved out of the doorway. “Breaking the law as a first date, nice you two. Glad to see you finally made a move Garrus.”

Garrus’s mandibles twitched again, as if he was embarrassed while Joker led them out of the C-Sec offices. “We should totally do that again,” Lyris said, looking up at Garrus. He relaxed and wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

“Definitely.”

[spohkh]

miracle on cornelia street [dean/castiel]

so BASICALLY sarah @adanceinasnowglobe and i were talking about what everyone would be up to post-series -- yknow, like, now that theyre all safe and healthy n everythings cool and destiel is officially together. yknow. as happened in canon -- and we were like so obviously destiel get a house, and thats kind of the basis of this verse so !! this is the foundational fic for what i HOPE will be a series of fun lil day-in-the-life drabbles, from both me and sarah!! 

ehehehe :-) enjoy!

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The house is a quaint thing, sitting low and snug under a pair of shady oak trees in a quiet suburb just outside of downtown Lawrence. Its brickwork face is weathered—definitely in need of a good power wash—and the roof is just as worn. The bottom step to the porch slants unevenly, and the porch itself has cracks in the concrete. There are chips in the paint on the window frames, the iron porch railing is rusting, and who knows when the gutters were last given a proper cleaning.

There’s a lot of work to be done, but standing there in the small front lawn, Dean Winchester can’t say if he’s ever seen anyplace else so perfect as the house at 3767 Cornelia Street. Dean’s house—his home. His home with Cas.

“Can you believe it?” he quietly says to Miracle, who has been sitting patiently by Dean’s leg. Miracle tilts her head and wags her tail. Dean looks back up at the house. “Yeah, me neither.”

The sound of a familiar car rumbling up the road snaps Dean out of his reverie. He rubs a knuckle at his eye and clears his throat and tries to look like he hadn’t been standing in his front yard about to cry while talking to his dog, christ.

The car rolls to a stop on the curb just in front of the house. The driver’s side door opens, and Sam slowly unfolds his ridiculous limbs as he gets out. It’s always a wonder how he can fit himself into a car at all. Sam gives a dorky little wave as he ambles over to where Dean is standing.

Dean peers behind Sam, trying to see into the car. “What, no Eileen?”

“Hello to you, too. Dick,” he replies snarkily. “She’s wrapping up a work thing. She’ll come over when she’s done.”

Dean sucks his teeth in disappointment. “Ah, well. Guess you can go home then.” Sam shoves at his shoulder. Dean just laughs and pulls Sam in for a proper hello hug.

“Why are you standing out here, anyway?” Sam asks when they part.

“Can’t a man just hang out in his own front yard? Accompanied by a dashing canine companion?” He leans down to pat Miracle on the head.

“I guess…” Sam looks down at Miracle. When she tips her head up and gazes back at him, Sam snorts.

“What?”

“Miracle on Cornelia Street,” Sam says with mirth.

Dean squints at him. “What?” he repeats, now more incredulous.

“You know—like Miracle on 34th Street. But we’re on Cornelia, so.” He nods down at the dog. “Miracle on Cornelia Street.”

“Dude.” Dean rolls his eyes at Sam’s goofy grin and starts walking up the path to the house, Miracle trotting behind him. “Shut up and come inside already.”

Sam follows after him, pausing just inside the threshold as he spots something on the doorframe. “Oh, classy,” he says, throwing a sardonic look to where D.W. and C.W. are scratched into the wood.

“Just wait,” Dean jokes with a toothy smile, “when I got the time I’m gonna draw a little heart around it.” He was joking, but now that he said it, he kind of wanted to.

Cas looks up from the stove when they walk into the dining room. He’s wearing one of Dean’s old AC/DC tees, the logo all but worn away from being washed so many times. He’s usually in some ratty tee or other when lounging around these days. But in honor of Sam’s visit today (Cas’ words) and to seem a little more dressy short of donning his usual button-downs (Dean’s private opinion), he’s also wearing the cable-knit cardigan Sam got him as a gift last Christmas. “Hi, Sam.”

Sam leans against the counter that separates the dining and kitchen areas, craning his giraffe neck to catch a glimpse at the stove. “Hey, Cas! What’cha cooking?”

“Nothing. Dean made it. I was just watching the pot so it didn’t boil over.” He locks eyes with Dean, his intent stare very clearly communicating I did not touch the chili I added nothing I did not touch the dial I was just watching it like you asked so don’t even start.

Dean just smiles as he walks past the counter and steps into Cas’ space. “Thank you, sweetheart,” he says, and busses Cas on the cheek.

“You’re welcome,” Cas replies warmly. He’s gazing up at Dean with those summer afternoon blue eyes, standing in one of Dean’s shirts and that dorky cardigan, and Dean starts to get full of that feeling from out in the front yard again. If they were alone, Dean would probably say something recklessly sappy like I am so stupid in love with you.

As it is, Dean clears his throat and turns back to Sam, slinging an arm around Cas’ shoulders, and says, “He did the salad.”

Cas sneaks him a knowing look before, thankfully, putting his attention on Sam without commenting on Dean’s hasty redirection. “I did the salad,” Cas agrees blithely, and places the salad bowl on the counter for Sam to see, seeming pleased with himself.

Sam looks between the two of them, an amused tilt to his eyebrow that Dean implicitly distrusts. He’s definitely thinking mocking thoughts about the two of them. But he just quirks a smile and says, “It looks great.” Shrewd little diplomat.

Cas shifts to the side to see past Sam’s shoulder. Sam glances behind himself before shooting Cas a confused look.

“She’s still at work,” Dean tells Cas, guessing who he’s looking for. “Sadly.”

“What, am I not good enough?”

“Of course you are,” Cas promises earnestly, just as Dean says, “Well…”

Sam’s opening his mouth to retort, probably something absolutely scathing, when his phone chimes. He pulls it out of his pocket, a smile spreading over his face. “Speak of the devil,” he says, then tips his head with a grimace, “as it were. That was Eileen. She’ll be here soon, so I’m gonna go wash up.”

“Bathroom’s down the hall—“

“Dude, I know where it is. I did help you guys move in.”

Dean spreads his hands in assent. “Fine, christ, I swear never to be a good host to you in my home ever again. Go ahead and go take your dump now.”

“I’m not gonna—ohmygodnevermind.” He turns on his heel and huffs down the hall, Miracle trotting after him, the tags on her collar clinking together jauntily.

Dean reaches past Cas to turn the burner off, then lands his hand on Cas’ hip. “Have I told you today how cute you are in that sweater?”

“Yes.” Cas brings his hands up to cradle Dean’s face. “Four times.”

“Make it five.” Dean kisses him. He pulls Cas into a hug, pressing his face against Castiel’s shoulder. They sway into each other. After a warm moment, Dean says in a low voice, “The first family dinner in our house.”

Cas hums a soft, contented sound in agreement. “The first of many,” he responds, just as quiet. Dean squeezes him tighter. He knows they’re both thinking about Jack and Claire, their bedrooms sitting empty and waiting for whenever they can find the time to visit—and Kaia and Alex and Jody with Claire, if they can, and Charlie and her girlfriend, and Bobby, and all the other wayward extensions of their sprawling family caught out in the wind. Their house isn’t big enough to host everyone, but with Sam and Eileen up the block and the bunker just a few miles out, there’s plenty of room to put up people who come out their way. Dean has the hope that 3767 Cornelia Street becomes a common pitstop for folks—a suburban Roadhouse, a tidier (much tidier) Singer Salvage.

Dean presses a kiss against Cas’ neck, and Cas breathes a sweet little sigh that pushes all thoughts about future dinners right out the window. Fuck, this dinner could go out the window, for all he cares. He kisses a little higher up, right under Cas’ jawline, before pulling back to catch Castiel’s darkened gaze. “How ‘bout we ditch the nag and go have a private party of our own?”

“Dean, no. I worked really hard on that salad.” He sounds perfectly serious, but the playful glint in his eye gives him away. Dean snorts, mumbling oh, forgive me, Chef Cas as he leans in again.

Just as they kiss, Sam walks back in. “Hey, I think something’s wrong with your sink–- oh, sorry.”

“Huh?” Dean reluctantly pulls away as Sam clears his throat, looking sheepish. “What’s wrong with what, Sammy?”

“Uh, with your bathroom.”

“The bathroom? Oh, what, you clogged the toilet?”

“Wha— N—  I DID NOT SHIT IN YOUR BATHROOM.”

“Then how did the toilet get messed up?”

“It’s the SINK, the SINK—”

“You took a shit in the sink?”

Cas pinches the bridge of his nose. “Dean…”

“What? He started it.”

“Started WHAT?”

Dean snaps his fingers. “The end of the world.”

“Oh! My god!”

“I guess technically, yeah, since god is our kid...” He turns to Cas. “Weird, weird lives we lead.”

Cas just shakes his head, clearly exasperated. Sam has given up on speaking completely and has fallen back on making a gesture like he’s one second away from grabbing Dean by the throat.

“I was there for all twelve years of it,” Sam says to Cas, “and I still can’t believe you stayed with this guy.”

“Well,” Cas muses serenely, “you’ve been here a lot longer than me.”

Sam grimaces when Dean throws him his best shit-eating grin. Nothing like his two favorite people bonding over how much of a pain he is.

The sound of the front door opening distracts them, and then a voice calls, “Knock knock! The life of the party has arrived!”

“Eileen!” Sam exclaims happily. Miracle takes off down the hall, Sam hot on her heels.

Dean chuckles at Sam’s unabashed excitement, then gives Castiel another peck on the cheek before moving away from him. “Can you put everything out on the table? I’ll go check out the bathroom sitch real quick.”

Cas catches his hand as he starts to leave, softly saying his name. When Dean looks back at him, Cas smiles and says, “I love you.”

Dean wonders if maybe three time’s the charm and he should just give in to what his body wants him to do. If a man has a right to stand around and cry messily anywhere in his own home, surely the kitchen would be the place to do it. The kitchen, after all, is the heart of any house.

But Dean doesn’t. He indulges in a little sniffle, Cas’ eyes glimmering with knowing in the soft light. Dean brings Cas’ hand to his mouth and kisses the neat gold band around his finger, and he kisses each peaked knuckle, and he turns Cas’ hand over and kisses his palm and his wrist. Then he lets go and puts his own hand against Cas’ cheek, and says his recklessly sappy thing: “I love you, too, sweetheart.”

And the glowing feeling inside him doesn’t settle, only grows brighter.

Whatever’s wrong with the sink will be just one more thing to a long list of shit to deal with. Their house needs work, no denying. But Dean knows they’ve got plenty of time.

[stray-tori]

An Innocent Sin & the good gay flashback ft. my descent into madness

I wasn’t sure if I should post this but I mostly want it archived so here we go. This is from like,, September?

So. “An Innocent Sin” is a dumpster fire unlike anything I’ve ever seen. I don’t remember why I decided to read it. maybe I was crazy. Either way... I read it. It soon started to touch upon (very very outlandish) sexual abuse which I thought was interesting. (the angst, not so much some of the wack circumstances surrounding it)

ANYWAY. at some point... we have a flashback. And not just that. It has a gay character.

And it turns rly gay. which mind you, is still in a het smut manwha (that has a “gay” side couple, but still!)

And it destroyed me.

For those who want to read it because I genuinely think the flashback is a decent bit, it’s all the bonus chapters between chapter 77 and 78 I think. There’s a part before that too, but idk where exactly anymore. (It’s on lezhin! or your platform of choosing)

I don’t THINK you’ll need any other knowledge to get the flashback bit? but it’s been a while.

Below the cut (rip mobile users), you can read all of my amazing reactions (all of these were text messages, for context - but I took most of the replies and convos about other things out). Post is also tagged as long post. :))

(i’m serious, this is fucking long)

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Here I am. Liking the gay flashback character. Feck. Main dude is still straight but idk it's cute pff

This is a mess. The girl white hair likes, likes black hair, maybe, but thinks white hair is attractive

What just happened is sth I'd like to know too pff He's so cute tho omg. Watch me melt Can we stay in this flashback before everything got perverted af and before white hair gets assaulted all the time I would send an eyebrow emote if I could Context: he's asking he says it again

Ik it's not mutual but loookkk he's so sweet. He's kinda rude in present time, can't we stay in this flashback forever

I never asked for gay, never expected gay but I got gay

This story is trash why am I still reading it shdhhd

He caught his mom cheating. And now she's forcing him to watch??? What is thissss Well adoptive mom But still sudhdidu what Bitch how dare YOU exist

Save my babyyyy

Yay sister that's not yet a rapist to the rescueee

This flashback is actually just nicer in every way let's just stay here This is a super long flashback btw Idek anymore what triggered it

Okay I think I'm gonna make the sensible decision and let this dumpster fire rest and just go sleep

It was very wild. I kinda wanna see white hair get therapy but it has 90 chapters and I'm at like 30... So I'm very concerned this is gonna be very dragged out. Idek if it's even finished ahahsududi - but I do kinda wanna see where it goes and see more cute Noah (white hair) so. Here we are.

yeahhh like i was down for the sexual abuse angst but then the mother killed the adoptive son's mother bc the dad had a thing for her?? and it was someone a person studying with white hair knew and so he's investigating and I'm like how did this turn into a crime organisation kind of plot

hhhhhhh i... i appreciate these horny things also tackling abuse but it always kind of gives me weird vibes to have both, especially when its very horny. And when people are horny to people who've been abused. Idk but I'd assume... you might try NOT to tie them up if they're frequently bondaged during their assaults. I'm just.... disjdksdj hello?? am i weird?? why are they fine with it???

also this manwha is so wild, theres this murder mystery investigation thing and then theres just a couple doing honry stuff sprinkled in between and i'm like OKAY

they rescued a guy in their basement and he's understandably very traumatized and they're trying to question him cut to our main couple trying bondage which i still dont understand bECAUSE HE'S A RAPE VICITM WHY ARE YOU OKAY WITH THIS the ones questioning arent the main couple of course but idshkjds

like im glad he's somehow okay with all this horny stuff despite his trauma and im glad he can be happy and have a nice relationship but DO WE NEED THIS MUCH OF IT he's very cute tho

i like that even when i try other stuff lezhin recommends me it still has large amount of gay in it

[mei: i mean... that's pretty great, if you ask me]

I mean I agree, I'm enjoying the gay eheheh these tonal whiplashes there's not even that much white space between the panels fhjd nvm it just turned horny goddamn it can there be 1 chapter without fucking? okay, there were the flashbacks

WE ARE BACK IN FLASHBACKS but im not getting the gay relationship, sad

OH WAIT AM I GETTING GAY COMFORT bc thats very good too

OH NNOOO this turned sad very quickly

I'M SORRY IM SPAMMING BUT THIS IS JUST ANGSTY

I'M :((((

different species confirmed

I rly like them :((( I like the current girl too but it's just..... very horny with her. the flashbacks are nice [current tori edit: she’s very unloyal idk why i said I liked her] im weird HHHHH RIPPP 

someone help him he looks so saddddd

not sure if thats the most healthy relationship but I'LL TAKE IT

AWWW black hair's mom cooks mild food for them bc Noah can't eat spicy food :((( im soft

PFFF

I LOVE THE FLASHBACKS :(((

awww

i feel like theyve done much more bonding than noah's current relationship. I mean yes I think its cute when she comforts him, too, but they rarely do anything besides be horny together

OH OH THEY'RE KISSING

best buildup, honestly

the position is hornier than I'd like later here goes hope it stays cute

D-did someone just respect the word "stop"??? I am amazed

i think you might uh. have some trauma stuff too so yknow

Dohye is a little dramatic in his reassurance but it's all rly cute so I'm :(( I like them a lot pls stay like this getting invested in flashbacks is always like: ik it wont stay but pls stay like this

hELP

chapters ending in "i wanna touch him" is never good. I'm scared. Oh okay he didnt do anything. PHEW. He's already better than the girl, can't they just end up together lmao

[Noah was jealous]

w-why do you look so evil dohye haukdhjs

oh. oh no. the horny is starting. pls dont... just be cute forever

DOHYE NO YOU WERE SO DECENT WHY ARE YOU LYING ABOUT KOREAN TRADITIONS TO GET HIM TO DO STUFF HORNY STUFF TOO NO PLS STOP I JUST- WHEEE TvT the manwha is actually less visually horny in the flashbacks but im not sure if its bc its BL which isnt rly the genre of the manwha or if its bc they're still kids basically, which... I'd respect the latter, tho I'd prefer it to be like this constantly haha

okay. he's not respecting stop anymore, but it's also more of embarrassed nature more than "no i dont want this stop" so maybe i can forgive it. Still losing points, but he hugged him and it was sweet so HHHHHHHHHHH NOT SURE HOW I SHOULD JUDGE THIS SITUATION

They [Noah’s family] forbid him to visit his friends house I AM DEVASTATED

understandable they're a rapist, a fucked up murderer mother and a father with a thing for younger women so

tho he dont know any of that but yknow he's so pretty just fucking end me on the spot

hooo

they are boyfriends and ik from the future that his sister is gonna ruin it allll she has those drugs that make visual imaginations feel like they rly happened to the person (dont know if thats real but holy fuck its terrifying) and she's used it before to say that Noah assualted her. and im pretty sure shes gonna use it again bc there was a panel of Noah remembering Dohye being uhhhh intimate with her and thats why Noah began to hate him and im so sad im not ready for it. bc he's denied it in the future and i honestly couldnt see it happening even before that or she drugged Dohye, i guess thats a possibility too

[current tori: oh girl, it’s neither and it’s wack]

which if, btich you gonna die even more enough rambling, more reading. this makes me so sad but also spicy

on the manwha note, he thinks Noah doesnt like his family bc he's adopted and doesnt feel comfy which....... fair enough i suppose. and he's so cute im gonna melt just looK AT THIS 

SHUt UP, IM GONNA CRY

OH MY GODDDD he ate like ice and gum and all that, and Dohye assumed it was bc of the more spicy food and got rl worried, but he was just trying to get the smell out of his breath bc he wanted to kiss him ukhsdjs HOW CAN YOU BE SO CUTE HELLLOOOOOOOOO

look at them. LOOK AT mY BABIESSSS

how am i ever gonna care about the main couple again aww he-he wanted to go to the same highschool as him :((( im sad bc i know its not gonna happennnnnn

[mei: also at this point, you're literally never gonna care about them. i don't even know the main couple that well and i honestly don't care about them whatsoever.]

WAIT NO they're actually going to the same school awww ik it wont take long until sister fucks it up for them but for now theyre so sweet ohmygodddd

cant he move in with them, fuck his family honestly

dohye he's not a fucking pokemon iukhsdjs

oh. its. turning horny i am displeased with this development but i guess its natural for their relationship however COULD YOU DO IT AT HOME AND NOT IN SOME DUSTY SMALL ROOM how do ppl do this i like that the comments too are just "... is anyone still carng about the other girl?" sakjds

this is the best 3 panels in existence.

h-he just took your hand dohye idk what to tell you

[mei: "you blush at everything i do" god if that isn't me, idk what is]

awww its cute dohye is getting bonus points bc he invited Noah over while his mom wasnt home, they watched some sexual stuff and he DIDNT try to do anything what is this where can i get more of this

"well im not okay"

MY BABIESSSS 

they still didnt do much btw they're just kinda exploring and its honestly nice TvT I dont want this to ever endddd

[Dohye sees Noah’s sister and approaches her] N O

N OOOO

this is the starttttt of something.......... TERRIBLEEEE 

:((( babyyyy

I AM EMO

Noah was drugged im sure. hes having dreams and waking up in pain and the sister is asking doyhe over I DONT LIKE THISSSSSSS OH HE DECLINED

OKAY OKAY he saw him with her again but it was from behind and im not sure if it rly happened??? oh no this is terrible. Noah :((( poor child

i am so emo about this

[reminder he’s been abused TvT]

[the sister: “Don’t you want to know why?”]

i will. murder someone he called to ask her to delete his number btw what is this manwha but this is just gonna make it that more tragic when whatever happens that breaks them apart :(((

he's such a good bf but Noah just wont TELL him his side I'M SO SAD

I AM SO SAD

No

NO

It cant end im actually tearing up nooo you were so cuteeee and happpyyy

[*sister is telling dohye to come to the gym hall*]

what else is she gonna do she already teared [current tori: ahem... T O R E] them apart THAT'S NOT DOYhE. THATS NEVER HIM. OH MY GOD. is it a look alike??? damn, she's dedicated to just. ruining it, huh

I’M

I’M SO SAD

now he's switching SCHOOLS NO NOOOOO how will i ever find happiness againnnn NO they're misunderstanding further they're not talking properly i mean i get it but oh my god

I'M :((( 

NO NOOOO pls make up in the future at least omg he tried to clear it up tooo ahhh i dont even have hopes for them getting back together but i just i want them to clear it up im crying first manwha to make me cry and it's this dumpster fire ahaha maybe a little too bc it kinda hit a little close to home i guess but goddamnn ittttt they were so cuteee and so happy and AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

OH NO. Noahs getting drugged and assaulted. And he's realizing it happened before, he just forgot. I am. so sad it's not horny drawn either which i appreciate but MY HEART NO

N O DONT YOU DARE MAKE THIS WORSE

Im. gonna cry more 

Doyhe kept an eye on him im so emo :(( but he thought he was doing well enough and gave up.... Im im so sad no i want you to make up and get back together its all just a stupid........... MEHHHH will i ever find sth like this flashback again

[mei: p-probably not, no]

i am so devasted i dont even wanna go back to the main couple just fucking. i want this relationship back :(((( but i guess the investigation might end up somewhere so hhh hhhhhhhhhhhhhh the baker manwha had a similar flashback feeling so. i just gotta find more of that haha

BUT THIS WAS SO SAD??? im so emo

[Dohye got kidnapped // the flashback commentary stops here but I think my descend into madness is pretty funny too]

OH YEAH THAT HAPPENED. THE FLASHBACK WAS SO LONG I FORGOT. NOOOO SAVE HIM. JESUS CHRIST PLS JUST ONE GOOD THING

its. actually rly smart to have another, more focused on them flashback, before the arc where he gets kidnapped by the rapist murder household so. good job. from a meta perspective but also NO but also. maybe theres hope for them making up at least after all :(((

[main couple kissing] this is. very weird now. but im glad he has someone, he deserves it but dohyeeeee

and switching to sex, YET AGAIN now i wanna see this EVEN LESS THAN I DID BEFOREEEE it's even.... a threesome now with one of the other characters why are you like this why can't you be. like in the flashback i am so upset HAHHHHH WHEEEZEEEE

I am just stop fucking jesus christ PLEASE I DONT WANNA SEE IT ANYMOREEEEE

im just stop the horny pls just tell me who that new guy is and why doyhe likes him so much

[mei: this manwha is a fucking mess but at least we got your lovely commentary out of it]

dhsuksj thanks i feel honored at least i got cute BL out of it before everything went [back] to shit

[mei: THAT TOO]

[...]

tbh im getting kinda mad about doyhe... i dont... feel like he'd just fall instantly for a guy who looks like Noah... but eh not my character

i just want closure for dohye at this point, fuck everything else ... not literally pls theres already too much of that

pls get it together for like 1 chapter is the investigation even still happening i am so confused save dohye plEASE wait what i have less than 10 episodes left Dont tell me this shit isnt even wrapped up yet

[Dohye is having a breakdown over the Noah double not coming to see him anymore]

yeah i this... doesnt feel like Dohye... at all... Even when Noah was rejecting him he was just kind of... taking it with some humor and maybe he was a little desperate and risky sometimes but... oh well... i do want him to get better but... im having a hard time believeing this development??? he never seemed overly anxious or anything. but who knows what else they did to him. Sister can still go fuck off tho

[...]

i mean. i liked the flashbacks a lot honestly??? it stayed simple and focused on the dynamics and less trying to balance smut with murder plots

[dm partner: NO THAT'S WHAT I MEAN LIKE CLEARLY THE AUTHOR CAN MAKE A GOOD STORY SO I'M JUST... CONFUSED AS TO WHY THEY DIDN'T STICK WITH SOME SOFT, FLUFFY BL ROMANCE MANWHA AND DECIDED TO MAKE WHATEVER THIS IS INSTEAD ]

okay i dont care bc dohye is currently getting assaulted nobody asked for this why i just. this is terrible. he was... so sweet. he doesnt deserve this. nobody does of course but jesus christ pls someone save him at least its not horny visually, one saving grace

ah... the assult is back to being depicted horny-ly thank you for nothing

[... removed some general confusion about the plot]

YES. SOME SHIP FOOD.

i am. suffering i mean i cant stop but GOD

okay so apparantly. the sister. has just an arsenal of people who look like other people Dohye, then Noah... and even Noah's GF??? this is ridiculous??

one good message 

why 

did you feel the need to add that [actual tired rage]

im gonna die this manwha is gonna kill me im laughing but im suffering oh hes arrested great and thats the end and the last update was in january of this year

why AS IN NOAH IS ARRESTED nobody who actually did anything is arrested What is this why is this AHHH I at least wanted the complete-ness of finishing this but now I'M JUST SUFFERING

[ mei: I MEAN TO BE FAIR I'D BE SUFFERING TOO BC JUST... WHAT THE FUCK I HAVE?? MANY QUESTIONS?? AND MANY CONCERNS BC THIS MANWHA IS JUST... AN EXPERIENCE ]

its an experience allright WELL

_______________

yup that’s it.

in my head, in a twist of events Dohye and Noah make up and are actual endgame. Something like that must exist out there but I won’t ask because it’d destroy the surprise and ruin the point.

That’s it.

Have a nice day.

[soda-drabbles]

Three’s a Crowd |EgoFlapBang

Request : ‘I've seen your plea for asks. Gimme Ego-Flap-Bang where Suzy joins for an episode of Game Grumps. Its a late night episode where they're all giggly n shit and she joined just because she happened to be around’ made by @optional-adventure

Pairing : EgoFlapBang (Arin x Suzy x Dan)

Type : Fluff

A/N : WOWWEE ,, holy moly I finally got this done! So sorry for the wait! I hope you enjoy!! :”)

The episode was suddenly interrupted from its usual playful commentary when a familiar female voice came through from the doorway of the grumps room. Immediately the faint voice was identified by Arin, who had turned back around and said, “Oh, hey, Suzy.”

“Sorry to interrupt but you guys forgot lunch. I didn’t want you two to come home hungry so I thought I’d bring you something.” Behind the recording, Suzy held tupperware that held a nice warm beef stew inside. “One of the guys can edit this out, right?”

Dan chuckled and sweetly smiled to her, looking much more thankful. “Thanks, Suzy.” He turned to Arin with a shrug. “I’m sure they could, right?”

Speaking of editing out, an idea found its way into Arin’s head. Whether it was good or genius was up to interpretation. “Actually, you wanna join us?” He asked, controller resting in his lap and eyes on her.

Suzy blinked lightly, “Join you?”

Dan’s smile widened and he nodded, “That’s a great idea!” He then flipped his hair back to look at Suzy, who looked back at him with a slightly unsure expression. “This couch is big enough for the three of us. Play some games with the boys.” His next resort was a soft pouty face, something that Suzy couldn’t resist. “Suuuzzzzyyyy.“

“Okay, alright!” She laughed, top fingers tapping at the Tupperware bowl. “I gotta put this somewhere first though. I’ll be right back.”

Dan fistpumped in triumph, absolutely more than eager to have Suzy joined the episode. By how pumped he was, anyone could tell that it was something he had been wanting for a while. Arin was also eager, though he was less expressive about it than Dan was. Dan was probably the more expressive out of the three of them.

Suzy returned soon enough, now huddled in between a little sandwich of her two lovers. It honestly felt sort of weird, sitting on the grumps couch like this after so long of not doing an episode of Steam Train. She had been focusing more on Psychic Circle in the past months and hadn’t had a time to just sit down for herself. Just being squished between her two lovers made her feel a little more relaxed though.

“Welcome back to...Gam-..Date-...something grumps.” Arin stumbled to find a correct intro for this special episode and ended up blurting, “Suzy’s here! And Dan.”

Dan snorted out sarcastically, “Best intro into any Game Grumps episode ever. Did you come up with that yourself?”

With a stifled snicker, Arin grinned and his smile twitched a little. “You’d be surprised.” A comment that both brought chuckles and giggles from Dan and Suzy. He returned back to the episode at hand. “Suzy’s here! Say hi.”

Suzy smiled, “Hey guys! Thanks for having me.” Honestly, Arin couldn’t help but watch her and just smile. She was just so beautiful, as cheesy as it was, he could watch her all day if he could.

As soon as the new game they’d picked out loaded, Dan was instantly turned off. The loading screen booted up to reveal a grim dark menu screen. The ‘Amnesia : The Dark Descent’ menu specifically. “Oh no. Nononono.”

Arin’s cocky voice was evident, no matter how innocent he tried to sound. “What’s wrong, Dan?” He asked, biting down on his bottom lip as to try not to laugh. It was getting more difficult to as Dan’s face went changed through expressions; Disbelief, Fear, Annoyance and the look that said “I’m gonna kill Arin Hanson”. Dan’s reactions to scary games were enough to entertain Arin, Suzy too evidently. She wasn’t too good when it came to hiding her smile or her laughs for that matter.

“You know exactly what’s wrong, you little shit.” Dan chuckled through his seething fear and playful anger.

Suzy laughed more. “Come on, Dan! It can’t be that scary.”

“Suzy. I love you but,” He eyed Arin as he said this. “Some things you gotta just say no to.”

“Look! It’s just a little game. What’s the worst that can happen? I’ll be right here with you, okay?” Suzy’s voice was soft and reassuring. A deep sigh left Dan as he was wondering what the hell he was getting himself into. He then sighed, defeated once again and being dragged into one of Arin’s specific ‘Dan Torture Episodes’. “Alright, but as soon as I see, like, anything, I’m leaving.”

Arin snickered beside them, his lip quivering from how he was holding it in. Dan noticed and shook his head.

“You cheeky bastard.”

Early in the game, Dan couldn’t help but get heavy goosebumps. His thumbs were fumbling with the controls and his breath hitched. He nearly had the attitude of a baby deer right now. Scared and cautious, yet ready to run for his life at any moment. Except, yknow, his life isn’t in danger really.

“I hope you feel this shit.” He mumbled meekly, “My balls are literally swallowed in my ass and my arms are as prickly as a cactus. I hope you feel that.”

“I felt it real good, dude. Felt it right in my soul dick.” Arin responded.

Suzy added, “Felt it in my soul tits too.”

“Please shut up, both of you.” Dan nervously laughed out.

The suspense was building up in the man handling the controller. His eyes were both glued to the screen and happened to be doing their best to avoid it as much as possible. With a latern that was barely lit now, Dan was pretty much walking through a certain corridor, one that looked too suspicious for its own good.

“I don’t like this. God, I don’t like this at all.” Dan groaned under his breath, realizing his mistake.

Arin, watching him with a sly smirk, chuckled. “It’s just a little corridor, man. Just keep going. You’ve been doing good so far.”

“I’m not listening to anything you say. Especially when you’re looking at me like that.” replied Dan, who was debating on actually listening to him. In moments like these, Arin was evil.

“Listen to me then.” Suzy intervened, “I’m sure it’s fine, Dan. Just a little creepy hallway down to a corridor. Nothing creepy.”

“Fuck, Suzy.” Dan sighed.

Eventually he went “fuck it” and took Arin’s advice of just heading down the totally-not-creepy-at-all corridor. He moved near and, when he did, the player’s perspective pulsed and a deep monstrous groan suddenly sounded through the screen. It was a deep gargly groan, a sound that Dan clearly did not like.

“Shitshitshitshit.” The quick cursing grew even quicker, as the hideous monster reared it’s ugly head from behind. A quick slash was all it took to startle him, what sounded like a fear ridden small shriek left him when he jumped. The controller was immediately tossed to the side and he hopped up to his feet. “Nope. I’m done. I’m done.”

Arin’s instantaneous laughter bellowed through the microphone. He held his stomach and threw his head back, unable to keep from laughing. “Wait- Dan!-” The laughing man coughed, shoulders still shaking from all the laughter he was trying to contain. “Come back!”

Suzy couldn’t help but laugh as well. Whether it was her husband’s contagious laughter or Dan’s impossibly hilarious response to a jump scare though was a different question. Dan eventually came back, “I’m not doing anymore of it man, I swear to god.”

Arin chuckled, practically wiping tears from his eyes. “It’s fine, I mean, we’ve been recording for like, twenty five minutes.”

“Twenty fi- excuse me? It felt like twenty five years in there!” Dan’s exclamation brought Arin to laugh again.

Suzy laughed, “It was kinda funny though.”

Dan scoffed playfully, “God, I can’t believe the two of you.”

“Aaaaannddd, next time on game grumps!” Arin finally concluded, his laughs dying down now.

Dan nodded, “Yep, I’m gonna beat the shit out of Arin.”

The three of them laughed again. Dan quickly added, “Thanks to the always lovely Suzy for joining us. We should do this kinda thing more often.”

Suzy chuckled softly, agreeing. “Yeah, it was really fun. I’m glad I could join you guys.”

The recording concluded afterwards and the three of them were now enjoying the newly heated beef stew. “God, this is good.” Dan said, enjoying the home cooked goodness.

Arin nodded, “Yeah, nothing beats getting scared shitless and having some good ol home cookin’.”

Dan rolled his eyes playfully, “I’m gonna get you back for that, just you wait man.”

Suzy laughed softly, shaking her head. “You both are ridiculous.”

Arin leaned back and sang with a grin, “but you love us though~”

She grinned softly to herself and walked over to the two, placing a soft kiss on each of their foreheads.

“I know.”

[anemeraldknight]

About Duke Cadash, part 2

okay so I know that this is supposed to be like an ask thing from here! butI only have like 3 followers on here, I just finished my second playthrough of Inquisition and I really really wanna talk about my Inquisitor :’)) so we’re doing this

what is your inquisitor’s name & race? - Duke Cadash, surface dwarf

what is their sexual orientation? - bisexual <3

what do they look like? (add screenshots, drawings, descriptions!) - he's a freckly ginger and has bright blue eyes, a very well groomed beard (he at least tries to redo the braids every morning), undercut on on the left side of his head but otherwise longish hair, scarring underneath his right eye and between his brows; he's like muscular and thick at the same time, I don't know a good word for it? but yea :) he's prettyy

how did they feel about being called “the herald of andraste”? - he uses it to his advantage. he doesn't outright deny it to people he doesn't really trust, only those closest to him know his real stance on it. he just takes being called the Herald in stride, doesn't hate it but isn't the biggest fan either

what are their religious beliefs, if they have any? - believes in the Stone because his parents had been cast out from Orzammar and they passed on their beliefs to him as well. he's not super into it though, more like a casual believer.

what is their opinion on the mage/templar war? - supports the mages and even though he can get along with templars if necessary, he often calls them out for their prejudices and bullshit. he believes that the war was inevitable and kind of necessary as well because in his eyes big change usually comes by, sadly, using harsher tactics.

who is your inquisitor’s best friend? - he was suuper close with Blackwall in the beginning because their humor was pretty similar, he was one of the first people he recruited on his own, and they're both pretty close in terms of age as well. however, as Duke grew closer to Dorian, they became best friends instead (and then eventually lovers). I'd say his real best friend is either Cassandra or Solas? because even though he disagrees with both of them quite a lot, they still somehow manage to get on pretty well <33 and they both have been there from the very beginning of this entire journey!! so it makes sense :) also, Duke is suuuuuper loyal, so when he found out about Blackwall :)) he fucking flipped and completely shunned him and never again took him into his party.

who is their rival? - uhhh among the companions? I don't think he really has one...

who is their love interest, if they chose one? do you ship them with anyone else/non-romanceable options? - DORIAN!! <333

warrior, rogue, or mage? - rogue, archer

how do they feel about the dalish? - he feels for them and wants to support them and work together as much as possible. he can see that a lot of them seem arrogant and standoffish on the outside, but he gets why that is, so he just lets them be and tries to work with it.

how do they feel about the qun? - he does not like the qun, to him it seems like a cult. he can also see many similarities between it and the chantry so.

how do they feel about the chantry? - he doesn't like the chantry BUT he does not shun them out loud because he knows that having them support him makes him look good to those who believe in Andraste and such, but also he doesn't wanna take away hope from those who find it in him during such a difficult time (even though he doesn't believe he's chosen in any way)

which demon is most frightening to them? - definitely the nightmare. Duke doesn’t get rattled very easily but that whole thing managed to get underneath his skin. plus! he’s incredibly scared of spiders and the nightmare created to many of them to freak him out, so the entire fade thingy was very hard on my poor Master Cadash :((

did they choose the qun or the chargers in iron bull’s personal quest? why? - the chargers. he didn’t trust the whole thing from the beginning and basically went along with it because he wanted to support the Iron Bull and because he could feel that something fishy was going on. also, even before the whole thing Duke got along with Krem really well, because he has this habit of taking younger people under his wing (exhibit A: Cole) so that’s also what kinda happened with Krem. ALSO! another thing is that Duke id very much against sacrificing lives in order to get something, so even if he hadn’t cared about any of the chargers personally, it would’ve just went against everything he stood for.

when are they the happiest? - when he's exploring the wilderness with his party, probably picking elfroot or iron lol

how do they feel about the mark/the anchor? - it doesn’t really cause him very much pain so he sees it mostly as something  that’s just there and helps him deal with this whole mess.

upon first meeting cole, were they afraid of him? - not really? he could tell that he was different but Thedas is full of so much surreal and nonsensical shit that this kid who acts a bit outside of the established rules of the society didn't really faze him. when he first met Cole during the attack on Haven, his first reaction was that “why is this young kid out here??? get him to safety!!!!” but yknow in a way where he could still see that Cole was perfectly capable of pulling his own weight, Duke just worries.

did they use the templars or the mages to close the breach? - mages

what was their court approval like at the winter palace? did they have any fun at all? - the only things that Duke liked during the whole charade was seeing Josephine and Leliana enjoying the whole thing AND getting to dance with Dorian. he got 100 court approval but he hated that everybody kept shitting on him for being a dwarf etc. also dealing with Gaspard, Celene, and Breala was frecking frustrating.

someone is encroaching on their love interest. how do they respond? - idk how to answer this. he knows that Dorian can handle himself but if the situation requires his help then he will get supper angry and protective

what is their favourite weapon? - Duke’s Bayard!! :D this really great bow that he got made

are there any creatures in the wild that they refuse to/are reluctant to kill? why? - nugs because to him they look like a rabbit and an old wrinkly man merged into one. so yea, no. he also doesn’t like killing dragons. the only proper dragon he and his party ever killed was the big one in the hinterlands but Duke didn't feel right about it afterwards so he never went after another again

what is their opinion on blood magic? would they ever use it, if given the chance? - to him blood magic is just a type of magic really but I don't think he'd use it if he were able to

what is their favourite place within playable regions? - interestingly, the hinterlands. it's because he grew up in fereldan is used to that kind of nature

did they feel suspicious of dorian upon first meeting him, because of his tevinter heritage? - a bit, yes, but it quickly faded

as a whole, how do they feel about tevinter + the imperium? - he hates the whole slavery business that they've got going on over there but Dorian manages to convince him that the imperium could be changed so he has hope for it. he doesn't blindly hate every vint he meets.

did they encourage cullen to continue taking lyrium, or to stop? for what reasons? - to stop because even though he’s not very close to Cullen and he has his issues with him, he didn't want him to be dependent of lyrium in order to work to the best of his abilities. because Cullen is in charge of such a huge part of the Inquisition, he needs him to be dependable

does it bother them to sleep in tents when on the road with the inquisition? - nope! Duke loves tracking and yknow finding and looking for stuff out in the wilds so he’s used to that sort of thing since he grew up in a naturey place. he had to spend a lot of nights in similar situations while he was part of the Carta too

are they an optimist, a pessimist, or neutral? - i guess something between an optimist and a neutral? I guess you could call him an optimistic realist. he rarely veers towards pessimism

if varric wrote a book about your inquisitor, how would they feel about that? - he would actively encourage it because it would be fucking hilarious to read

do they get along with vivienne? - nope, he doesn’t even recruit her.

are they afraid of anything specifically? - spiders

what was their reaction to the destruction of haven?

how do they feel about “the game”? - a bunch of nugcrap

are they especially protective of certain inquisition members, even those capable of defending themselves? - even though he knows that all three of them can take care of themselves and he trusts them to do so, he still worries about them the most. Cole, Krem , and scout Harding.

do they like their skyhold pajamas? - he hates the pajamas. but the outfits that he usually wears look superrr fly so he doesn’t mind those one bit

are there any insults they find to be especially offensive? (i.e. “knife ear”/”rabbit” for elves, “oxmen” for qunari, ect.) - I am not sure what insults a dwarf would get in terms of specific words. the fact that people keep making comments about the Inquisitor surprisingly being a dwarf does annoy him though

if varric gave them a nickname, what would it be? - either cherry because of his red hair OR the Archduke :P

do they enjoy being the inquisitor? - yes!! at the beginning, he's more wary of it, which of course makes sense, but even then he's just ready to take on the role of the leader because no one else will do it and he does have the mark so it makes sense for him to do it. as time moves on he grows to really like it! he makes a great leader and he knows it.

[dulharpa]

this is for hayley! @whistlingwillows a dear friend <3333

it’s meant to be a birthday present haha. i just want to shower you in love;;; so thought maybe i could go through as many of your fics and comment on them :^)))

(TO EVERYONE ELSE: please go to @whistlingwillows blog and read her fics!!! they are SO FCKIN GOOD AND AMAZING AND UGH HER MIND (it’s a lot of mcu and her bucky and steve fics are a*. i DEFINITELY RECOMMEND))

i wish you a VERY happy birthday and i hope we stay friends for many more years <3333333333 

i’m going through your masterlist heehee ;)))

ah first off, nice theme! i never could rlly see it before because i’m always on mobile heehee. also sorry for not reviewing them before??? i don’t usually read fics on tumblr as you’ve probably guessed;;

anyways, IM GON REVIEW THE SHIT OUT OF THESE >:DDDD

far from home -  bucky x stark sister!reader

firstly, i like how youre introducing the reader from buckys pov, like you can sort of already gather what shes like from them

‘Bucky can hear Tony’s soft inhale, feel the intensity of the man’s glare directed at Steve. He shouldn’t be eavesdropping, but a twitch of muscle would be enough to alert both men that he’s here. With the amount of tension crackling in the air, a brush against the wall would be equivalent to a thousand cymbals crashing in cacophony.’

IM CRYING ALREADY. the imagery in here is GLORIOUS. your tone here is so fitting! oo and the alliteration here is perfecto

ooooooo!! the backstory coming in  👀👀

‘despite what some people think that Steve and Captain America are two different personas, there will always be parts of Steve in the Avenger, and parts of the Avenger in Steve. They both want to believe in something good. They are, after all, one in the same.// Just as how Bucky and the Winter Soldier are the same man despite everything. HYDRA simply amplified the hate, fertilized the seeds of rage, curated the quiet thunder within his soul, within James Buchanan Barnes so that the Winter Soldier could thrive.’

yIKES! lol this is very character study like! nICE. it hurts tho, my poor children, i love you both 

oo ‘starlight eyes’ that is a very nice way of describing them

‘“Then what was London?” The protesters. “São Paulo?” The earthquake. “Vancouver?” Freezing cold water.//“Look, I care if Stark’s gonna run us over trying to find her. I care enough because she’s part of our team. Come off it, Steve. I know she can take care of herself. I’m gonna take a nap. Dr. Cho said no partying post-Singapore and what do you know, we throw the biggest party ever.’

ooo singapore uwu and london? (coincidence? haha jkjk) and the hints abt reader and buckys background are so good?? but so annoying??? like i just wanna KNOW yknow?? 

‘The water runs copper and the sting bites at his palm as he tries not to think. Tries to focus on the numbing cold that runs over his skin.’ 

your imagery is so vivid?? im actually in awe??? i am so regretful i havent kept reading your fics. like i know they are amazing, i just keep putting them off??? idk man. hopefully this makes up for it (gd tho, im still not done with commenting on one fic. this is what im doing with my motivation teehee ;)

‘ He feels weak. Tired. He wants to go back to bed but he also wants to stay out in the sun for a few hours more. The sun kisses his skin through the windows and he squints against the blue sky, wondering ‘

mood during this quarantine lol

‘“Oh, right.” Your voice is flat, uninterested, cold, as you stare at him. “You killed my parents.”Shit.‘

 OUCH LMAO THATS C O L D, O GOT +100 PHYSIC DAMAGE FROM JUST READING THAT

ooo robin as a nickname noice. very much gives me batman vibes lol

oh! and the way of doing the ‘flashback’ is neat! very original. it both tells us what happened AND buckys reaction to it again. he can re-analyse himself and reader. very cool

‘If you walk away now, don’t bother coming back!” Silence. Bucky can hear his own strained breathing, your soft sigh as you soaked in his ultimatum.’

👀👀 yikes that ultimatum. :// not good bucky. tbf theyre both trying to hurt each other but Yikes

eyy!!! readers pov!! finally! and the switch after we find out the outsiders pov? brilliant

oh no :(( more angst

‘When’s the last time you saw your therapist?”“Don’t have one. I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself.”’ they BOTH need therapists;;;;

very good fic!!! :DD they rlly do hate each other! i definitely like how you went back and forth with the timeline! it gave me a v strong idea on what yn was like even before we rlly got introduced. i am now very curious on where reader is? i love your characterisations! 

i will read the 10k+ fics but heck the last one took me ages lolol (i will comment in the future tho!! i promise <3 ) (that took me over an hour jjhghgdjh)

slipping away- amnesiac modern bucky x reader

omg,,, AMNESIA! >:DDDDDD

‘ Put your fucking seatbelt on’

oh no, istg theyre going to have a car crash arent they (’ doesn’t put the seatbelt on to spite you.’ NO PLEASE PUT IT ON U DUMBASS)

ok,,,,, at LEAST he put it on before he got hit, thank heck. but still. youre so cruel to your poor characters lmaoo

oh gosh

‘You fall apart slowly, like pieces of you peeling away until you’re nothing more than your broken heart. The sobs that wrack your body are relentless and you shove your forearm into your mouth to muffle your cries. You want to bite into your skin. You want to distract yourself from the agony tearing you to shreds. You want to feel anything but the pain.///Tears sweep into your hair, cloud your vision and your whole face floods with heat as you try to breathe through the pain. You’re cleaved into pieces on that bed, eyes squeezed shut as the tears keep flowing, and your throat burns’

this hurts damn, it is so vivid?? i can really feel it 

i am so glad you got into writing yk?? so glad

NO PLS, TELL HIM. TELL HIM :((( ‘shes nice once you get to know her?? shes known nat for years now!! years!!

oh god ‘he looks younger without the burden of your time together’ this is so angsty omg

‘Well, he was stumbling through his apology and I just let him finish.” Your body fills with warmth as you remember his embarrassed smile, the way he shoved his baseball cap farther down his head, chin tucked to his chest, trying to hide that face. “When he was done, I opened my mouth to say something polite but what came out was ‘You look like someone I’d very much like to kiss’.”

this is so soft i stg im crying in the club

OH SHITTTTTTTTTTT , you left it off like that!!! thats so cruel!!!! i can’t!!! how dare you!!!! :””””””((( im typing this with tears in my eyes ill have u know!!

anyway!!! very good fic!! you could honestly make that into a longfic very easily lol. i felt too many emotions :(( 

i was just about to say where is the fluff!! where is it!! when i saw the next one and yay :))) pls i cant have more angsty stuff rn

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cookies and rings and things bucky and reader

‘how much do you love me?’ ‘count the snowflakes, multiply by a million’

did you have to start the fic off with such a SOFT line? its so soft! so TENDER 

‘He wonders what kinda insane person wears socks without any clothes on, but then decides that it’s the kind of person who’s fallen in love with him.’  jesus, the soft moments filled with love are the greatest <3

you can write fluff so well, whyd you have to pain me with all that angst ;””””) (1/10 hurt, 9/10 comfort is the way to go lolol) (jkjk ill read the angsty ones too when i have the spoons) (gonna reread that hydra steve one and ik thatll fuck me UP)

‘ Then, he can feel the cold metal of the ring she slid onto her own finger less than twenty-four hours ago and realizes that he had thought a lot of things shouldn’t be possible, and yet they still are. ‘

you literally brought me to tears reading this softness, you have truly found my weakness

‘ She’s so damn gorgeous with flour on her face and eye bags beneath her eyes that he’s sure she will inevitably make his heart burst ‘

he already likes her so much! i can’t believe this is affecting me so much :’)

‘Bucky is quite sure Sam is in love with his girlfriend in the fact that he’s in love with the fact that his girlfriend is possibly in love with Bucky’

this is so soft??? sam loves reader bc reader loves bucky sm. pls my hear <3333

you do fluff SO WELL DAMN 

‘F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s voice echoes in his small little perch and he still thinks it’s weird without having the side effect of Stark in his suit chasing after him to hear the A.I. but he shoves that uncomfortable feeling of the dead man out of his head. That is too much regret to unpack right now on a mission. ‘

yike bringing back that reminder oof

but thats so soft??? (i am def overusing soft but,,,,, i love it and the vibe) she sent him cookies! god i can feel the love  

‘She expresses her feelings through cooking, which Bucky has learnt the hard way. One time, they got into an argument over something stupid—he can’t even remember what started it—and came to the kitchen at 2AM to see her sitting at the kitchen island crying her eyes out and surrounded by baskets of muffins.’

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 my hEART

you show how much they love each other in so many ways??? i am dying

“Alright, I like it.” Rolling his eyes, he pecks her forehead and she smiles victoriously. It’s so adorable that Bucky, with less than three hours of sleep, adds, “God, I want to marry you.//”“What?”//Oh.Shit.

oh my god! i am literally tearing up!!! AGAIN!!!!!!!!

oh shit o am literally crying

your fluff got me crying harder than your angst i hope youre happy

I really hope you enjoy reading this?? i keep forgetting to like text you but i wanted to do something for your birthday. especially in quarantine when everythings gone crazy. one year i swear ill do something REALLY good for you. not making promises bc i hate if i dont. but ill like, learn how to podfic because you D E S E R V E  I T 

ive spent like three hours doing this lolol 

thank you so much for everything hayley!

[sparxwrites]

I'm not sure if you've answered something similar before (I can't find it if you have but knowing tumblrs terrible search function that's not saying much) but why do you write such dark sexual stories? What is it that you find so appealing in these twisted tales? Please understand this is from a point of good faith - I'm not judging and I enjoy dark stories and erotica both, only seperately. I'm just morbidly curious as to why you enjoy the combination as I see no appeal in it personally

oof, just a nice easy question to answer on a friday night, anon. okay. there’s a lot of answers to this question, depending on how personal i want to get and also like... which stories you’re talking about.

some stories i write that could be considered “darkly sexual” are categorically erotica. stuff involving weird, niche kinks, or monsters, or “dub-con” (which is not a real thing, i know, it’s a fantasy erotica thing)... the appeal there is, idk, whatever the fantasy is. they are, in my mind, written as fantasies - a fic where a character doesn’t want sex and then ends up "enjoying” having a monster lay eggs in them is obviously not what happens irl. eggs aside, no one ends up actually enjoying sexual assault. they’re written (from my side) with the air of “irl this would be Utterly Reprehensible, but what i’m essentially writing here is like... a roleplay session between two consenting partners where i am both partners”. it’s all fantasy! it’s all fake! it’s a bdsm scene or whatever where they’re both pretending/playing a role, except it’s just me writing it out with little finger puppets (either for my amusement/titillation, or the amusement/titillation of others).

then there’s... Other Stuff. see also, a lot of my percy and ripley fics. and i find it interesting that people often read those as fetish stuff because, whilst they do have sex in them, those are fundamentally horror stories. the appeal i get out of them is the same as whump/darkfic. when i write about horrible, traumatising sex where one person clearly doesn’t enjoy it, that is not a sexual fantasy for me. characters roleplaying at it, sure, me playing fingerpuppets with it, sure. but something deeply and fundamentally focused on the trauma and violation of that kind of thing is not, for me, sexual (and if what you’re getting off on is the actual nonconsent, rather than the playing at/silly version of nonconsent, i have some questions/concerns. this seems like a weird and not-really-there line, but it’s surprisingly obvious and disconcerting when someone/a fic crosses it tbh). what i get out of that is a deep sense of catharsis. i’ve gone into why i think i (and others) get this catharsis a little in my meta tag and this specific post - but, at the end of the day, i don’t exactly know. 

i think, perhaps, it is that i am a very sad person sometimes, and a very angry person sometimes, and in real life i spend a lot of time keeping both of those things hidden and pressed down, and... there has to be some kind of release valve for those emotions. with fiction, i have a safe way of managing that, both reading and writing - i can be both aggressor and victim, no one gets hurt (i find the thought of hurting people abhorrent; i nearly passed out once because a stranger was in pain from a dislocated shoulder, despite the lack of visible injury. hyperempathy is wild), i get to work through a whole bunch of psychological shit from various stuff i won’t go into... i often refer to writing as a release, or a valve, or a way to ease the pressure inside my head, or a form of venting. 

as to why sexual assault often shows up in these stories... i do frequently write whump without sexual assault, but it’s also like. a) a bunch of personal stuff that i don’t give enough of a shit to talk about, but it’s there, and b) sex and sex-adjacent stuff (often rape and assualt, but even consensual stuff!) has such a fascinating way of crystallising character/power dynamics, or stripping people bare, or exposing vulnerability, or dragging up really awful, messy, scary, painful, confusing stuff. and that makes it often a really good target when you (like me) want all those emotions in your writing because you’re using it as a pressure-valve vent, and as a way to safely experience and work through them. writing about difficult or traumatic relationships to the self, the body, to sex and to other people... sex is really good for all of that stuff. idk.

also, sometimes fics end up a weird mix of the two. i can’t think of any off the top of my head for cr, but for yogs (my previous fandom) i wrote a handful of things for a character that was essentially straight out of a horror movie and another monster character, with some real questionable consent stuff. 50% of that was “this is horrible and manipulative and just. really fucking Awful” and 50% of that was “hrnghghgh tentacles hot” so like. yknow. my brain is a weird mess i guess, is the takeaway message here.

(sometimes, there’s also an element of “can i get myself into this headspace” or “this is an interesting technical exercise” - i wrote something a while back about ripley masturbating to the memory of torturing percy, and that falls into this category. that wasn’t a fetish/fantasy thing, that was a character study, using sex as a medium to work through ripley’s obsessive, violent thoughts and strip away the veneer of imparitiality she so loves to pretend she has.)

idk how well this explains it - this is something i spend a lot of brain-power analysing on a regular basis, because i am constantly nosy about how my brain works and why it works in these weird, angular, fucked-up kinds of ways (not just with writing, the adventures of being autistic means i spend a Lot of time analysing myself to make sure i’m calibrating my interactions with other people correctly). i still haven’t entirely worked it out, and a lot of the stuff i have worked out is personal/messy enough i both don’t want to and can’t be arsed to explain it to strangers on the internet. i hope it’s given a Bit of an explanation tho, and if there’s a specific fic that prompted this comment, feel free to ask me about it specifically, bc i might be able to offer a little more insight as to my thought processes for like... a specific example i guess.

[clumsyclifford]

bella!! hi!! for the writing ask game, may I ask for 13, 24, 43, 50, 68, 72? hope you're doing well <33

hello fettuccine myle!!!!!! i am doing alright, i have put some work into the final project so my guilt is mildly alleviated. still have one slide left to sort out but then after that we're done so i'm taking this self-appointed break to do this

13. Do you listen to music while you write? If yes, what have you been listening to recently? the answer to this varies wildly and unpredictably. often i find music distracting and i have to write in silence. but then sometimes i find myself completely unable to write, and then i'll put on some music and suddenly it's like...Oh Yeah, Emotions! I Remember Those. so like up until recently i could not write with any music, but then like. YESTERDAY. i put on both sides now, the emilia jones cover from the movie CODA, and looped that, and it completely unlocked my brain. i also spent some of today writing to one of my daily mixes, which is additionally funny because i rarely ever listen to my daily mixes, but i just. didn't want the stress of choosing one of my own playlists, yknow??

final note though, when i do write to music, i find it somehow easier to write while listening to one song (or occasionally an album) on a loop, rather than a mix of songs from a playlist. i think this is because when my brain already knows what's going to play next, it doesn't have to focus on the music, but i still get the emotional effects of listening to the song, whatever those effects may be. just one psych major's opinion.

24. How do you choose whose POV to write in? ~it chooses me~ haha just kidding but also seriously. a lot of the time it's based on vibes alone. certain stories i want to tell from a particular pov though (like that gear shift stydia one i talked about the other day, i specifically didn't want that one to be from stiles's pov, so it's being told from the various Other People in the different parts of the story, which is extra fun cos i never get to do a POV Multiple thing). also, this is a very specific thing, but some songfics only work with the song when you write them from a particular pov (like if the song talks about "your blue eyes" and i'm writing lashton then i have to write from ashton's pov so he can wax poetic about luke's blue eyes, right. which is something he does on his own anyway so)

43. Is there a trope or idea that you’d really like to write but haven’t yet? probably like a hundred thousand! oh my god no wait i know what it is. ONE DAY i will write a hogwarts au. i haven't done it yet but i feel like it's just. simmering under my fingertips. WAITING. for the perfect moment to emerge.

50. How would you describe your writing style? HATE trying to answer this question. someone (molly i think?) once called it snappy, which i liked, but i don't think that's always true???? sometimes i call it romantic. i think if you make a venn diagram of snappy and romantic, my writing style is probably in the middle there. i guess. i don't know.

68. Are there any fics that influenced you to write the way you do? hoooooboy. well. i mean, probably?? but i am really an amalgamation of everything i've ever read, so it's hard to pinpoint one. i could cite helen's fics but her influence was much much stronger back when i was first starting out, and now i really don't think i write like her much at all, even though her writing has almost certainly influenced mine. so like.......as much as i'm sure the answer to this is yes, i can't actually point you towards anything in specific.

72. What’s your favorite writing compliment you’ve gotten? hmmmm. this is a hard question. wait actually i have an answer. i don't know about "favorite" but one that i particularly enjoyed was this comment @reveriesofawriter left on the end of the no road home doc:

mainly because i was like FUCK YEAH FINALLY GOT MEGHNA TO CRY AT A FIC

fanfiction writing asks!

[perpetually-jungshook]

Goldilocks || 08

Rated T (language and light smut)

Warnings: a sprinkle of MM smut, and just general cringe worthy stuff

Summary: After getting evicted, your two best friends Jimin and Taehyung offer you a place to stay until you get back on your feet. Needless to say, with a part time job and a mountain of student debt, that’s not happening any time soon. Eventually, they DO become really fond of having you around, helping with chores and even splitting rent. So when you come home one day to find someone has been sleeping in your couch-bed, well… it’s something you won’t take lightly.

Word Count: 5k

Out of context Goldilocks quote: “Well, you’ve got a nice butt so why not be a booty call?”

Links to: Goldilocks Masterlist || Previous || Next Part

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Part 8:

He doesn’t break eye contact. Far from it. The golden haired stranger standing across the kitchen cockily keeps your gaze and honestly? Why would you look away? He’s attractive, you’ll give him that. No, don’t lie. He’s panty-dropping gorgeous.

Bracing your ego for possible rejection, you try to remind yourself that he’s just another person.

Just another person…

Just another…

Your palms get clammy and for some reason, your feet stop moving. Halfway across the room now, you haven’t dropped his curious stare. His head tilts slightly at your hesitation. Another invitation. You don’t move.

“____! I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” Jimin seems unusually chipper as his arm suddenly encircles your shoulders, giving you a welcome excuse to break the intense eye contact.

“Chim, the apartment’s not that big.”

“Yeah, but I bumped into Tae and he didn’t know where you- by the way, have you seen his pants anywhere? He’s lost them again.”

You shake your head, a laugh bubbling up in your stomach, “I honestly think he does it on purpose.”

Jimin’s eyes narrow thoughtfully as he releases you to set down his empty beer bottle, “Knowing him? Probably.”

The pause in the conversation allows your eyes to wander. The golden haired stranger has disappeared, much to your disappointment, but also an observation tinted with slight relief. You turn back to Jimin.

“So… you were looking for me?”

“Right! There’s actually someone here I want you to meet. His name is Jungkook. I’ve known him for a couple years from my… one of my classes. And he's a really cool guy,” Jimin grabs your wrist, leading you out of the kitchen. “We just have to find him-”

You are ripped from Jimin’s grasp as you trip over someone’s foot and slam knees first into the side of the couch. Pain blossoms in your legs and you let out a string of curses, retreating a few steps just to back into something solid. It’s not quite clear as you turn around whether you’re about to apologize or tell the person off, but all potential words lock in your throat as the feeling of something cold and wet trickles down the front of your dress.

Your new dress. The really expensive one. The really expensive one your family sent you for your birthday. Yeah, that family that you never talk to anymore. It had been a small glimmer of hope that maybe they still care. And now look at it.

Mystery alcohol all down the front. Smells like beer.

Now facing the culprit, you’re about to (without question) unleash a slew of impromptu curses. But then your gaze travels to his face and all you can see is the golden hair and the lipstick stain on his mouth. Had that been there before? The kitchen was dark and there had been a few people in the way, but wouldn’t you have seen it? And how could he have…so fast…?

“Oh, this is awkward.  ____, this is Jungkook-”

Almost of its own accord, your hand comes up and connects with Jungkook’s cheek.

You manage to finish the card game, take a shower, fend off Taehyung’s next attempt at persuading you to let him eat you out, and get to sleep without any further incident. You decide that figuring out Jungkook’s life is, while intriguing, not your top priority. If the opportunity to ask him presents itself, by all means, you’ll take it. But why press him for information he clearly doesn’t want to share? Especially if there’s a possibility Jimin could overhear.

So, keeping your friend in mind, you push down your curiosity, deciding to let the inkling of mistrust fester at the edges of your thoughts.

The next morning, you wake up to an empty bed. Because Taehyung’s classes don’t start until around noon, he usually doesn’t reanimate (lord knows that boy sleeps like death) until nine or ten o’clock. It’s eight right now. So where is he?

You hoist yourself out of bed and shuffle the short distance to the kitchen where you find Jimin perched at the counter with a cup of coffee in hand. Even though he lifts the rim up to his lips, you can still see the small smirk.

“What’s that look for?” your question sounds tart and gravely from sleep, but because he’s been your friend for so long, you know Jimin can sense the humor behind it.

He shrugs, resting the bottom of the cup in his palm just above his stomach, “I had an interesting conversation with Tae this morning.”

To hide the slight anxiety that rushes through your veins, you clear your throat and head for the coffee machine, deciding to make your own suggestive jab, “Oh? Did this conversation have anything to do with tongue fucking Jungkook last night?”

Jimin’s cheeks instantly turn pink, “N-no.”

At this point, you can safely assume that the maknae is not in the apartment.

“How did that happen so fast anyway?” you playfully decide to push the topic, intent on enjoying the small amount of power you have in the conversation while it lasts.

“I… well we’ve been texting. A lot,” Jimin sounds nervous, but in that giddy “everything is going so great I’m just a little afraid to believe it” way. “After I came out to you and Tae- and both of you reacted so well- I figured why the hell not say something?”

You laugh, ignoring a strange pinching feeling in your chest as you reply, “I mean, there’s a little bit of a difference between telling your best friends and your crush who might not even be interested in men, right?”

“Are you being heteronormative?” he narrows his eyes, but purses his lips comically.

“Yep,” you shoot back without hesitation and step forward to haphazardly tap the rim of your cup to his with a clumsy, porcelain ‘clink.’

“Well all in all, I guess it turned out okay,” Jimin gives one of his chirpy laughs. “I mean, he kissed me.”

“Wait, wait, wait. Did I hear that right? He kissed you?”

Jimin bobs his head, fighting a ridiculously large smile. The pinching in your chest gets tighter, but you manage to mirror his expression.

“I just never thought he’d…” Jimin lets out a long, breathy laugh, raking his fingers through his hair. “____, holy shit.”

“I’m so happy for you, Chim,” you can only hope your response doesn’t sound as forced as it feels.

He squeals a little, “Would I be a hoe if I just let him fuck me-? Wait, speaking of which, what I was going to say earlier before you so rudely distracted me with man candy… I had an interesting conversation with Tae before he left-”

“Speak of the devil, where did he go?’’

“He went to a friend’s to take a shower and avoid the spider, but stop changing the subject.”

A knot forms in your stomach and you lick your lips to buy time, putting on a mask of aloof confidence, “Alright, I’ll bite. What did you and Taehyung talk about?”

“Nothing much…” Jimin’s coy smile makes you sick with anxious anticipation. “Just that you got each other off.”

And there it is.

The heat that burns across your cheeks and up to the tips of your ears leaves you floundering for a response. The only thing that saves you from gaping like a fish is the fact that you’ve taken your lips between your teeth.

“Pick up the phone because I called it,” Jimin squeals, lunging forward to stab a finger playfully into your shoulder.

As he doesn’t seem to be particularly offended or disgusted, you relax a little, but the thought haunts your mind that maybe Jimin is simply acting comfortable. He loves making other people happy, sometimes even at the cost of his own. Really, you don’t believe there’s anything about this that would be particularly upsetting to him. Jimin likes Jungkook, not you or Tae. And while all three of you are friends, it’s not like casually hooking up with the latter would change anything. Still, you decide to be careful until you’re sure you know how he feels.

“There’s nothing to call, Chim. It was a one time thing.”

“Don’t lie. I know about the hand job too.”

Too? That means he knows about both times, he knows about the movie. And then it occurs to you. Taehyung told him.

“I’m gonna kill him,” the words slip from your mouth before you are even aware you want to say them. “That asshole is gonna die.”

“You planning on choking him?” Jimin winks, conveniently forcing you to recall the conversation that took place at the beginning of this story when he threatened your friend and you made fun of his comment with a simple “kinky.” “I mean, is he into that kind of thing?”

“Do you want to die too?”

“____, I just want to know the details. And, yknow, if I’m going to need to start wearing earbuds before I go to sleep or something.”

“We get each other off occasionally, that’s it,” you shake your head. “For shits and giggles when we’re bored. Or to distract ourselves when you and Jinglekook are sucking face.”

Jimin sticks out his tongue cheekily, giving you an excuse to walk over and give him a good smack on the bum. He yelps and scampers away, laughing and shouting over his shoulder, “I’m just happy we’ve both finally found someone to fool around with. Took long enough!”

He’s right. For the decade you’ve known Jimin and Tae, the latter was the only one who ever got his dick wet- not that you… have a dick to wet, but you get the idea. Both you and Jimin are still virgins. You think.

“Hey Chim,” you shout down the hall. “I have a question.”

“Shoot.”

“Does a gay guy lose his virginity when he sticks or gets stuck?”

“What?”

“Like, do you have to stick your dick in a butt or have a dick get stuck in yours? Does it matter? Is it an opinion?”

“What the hell kind of question is that?”

“I’m just curious, okay?”

You come home from school later that day to find Jungkook on the couch, studying from a rather raggedy textbook. He ignores you and you ignore him, a sharp prickle of what you diagnose as “irritation” running through your chest. Going directly to Taehyung’s room, you throw down your backpack.

Happy, you try to remind yourself. You should be happy because Jimin is happy. You slump onto Taehyung’s bed. You should feel that way. So why don’t you?

A few weeks pass. Mixed in somewhere are midterms and a couple essays. You pass everything, even if by just a little. Things start looking up from there. Jungkook is getting easier to ignore, you have sex with Taehyung for the first time, and Jimin gets a promotion at work. So even if the golden haired boy seems to be a more permanent fixture in the apartment with every passing day, he’s also getting tolerable and all of those confusing feelings and sensations start to pass to the back of your mind. Until.

You are no stranger to coming home and finding Jungkook pinning Jimin to the couch, tongue thrust into the older boy’s mouth, the disgustingly wet sounds of their kissing permeating through the apartment. But today is different. Today, the apartment is quiet, suspiciously so.

Taehyung is away at some art show (for god knows what reason), but Jungkook should be home from school already and Jimin’s car is outside. You are especially confused after noting that Jungkook is not in his usual place on your couch in the living room. And then:

“Don’t you dare touch it,” the maknae’s voice causes your attention to snap toward the hall, toward Jimin’s room.

“But Kookie-”

“Hands on the bed.”

You freeze, ears suddenly ringing. They couldn’t be…? No. Your mind is just in dirty places. They’re probably playing cards or something and Jimin is trying to cheat. Why do you always assume the worst? It’s likely just an innocent-

“If you touch your dick, I will pull out and go back to studying.”

Your stomach twists. Okay, that’s definitely not a card game. You should say something, namely because you don’t want to repeat that little porn escapade. Not that Jimin and Jungkook would react the way Taehyung did. Your friend stood there and continued masturbating. Jimin would probably turn tomato red and lock himself in the bathroom for all eternity. Jungkook would probably… what would Jungkook do? He probably would not give two shits. He would look you straight in the eye as he continued fucking Jimin.

And now you’re thinking about it, Jingleshit shoved balls deep inside one of your best friends as he’s apparently trying to stroke himself. No surprise. The evil maknae tops. He’d probably be sweaty, toned chest heaving with every panting breath, thigh muscles flexing with every roll of his hips, jaw clenched in concentration, gaze focused on the point where his body meets Jimin’s. The older boy would probably be bent over the edge of the mattress, either that or kneeling on the bed and in much worse condition. Hair plastered to his forehead, arms trembling, Jimin would be clenching hard around Jungkook’s cock because it’s so much better than getting himself off with that monster of a dildo. And he would let out a breathy, high pitched-

A sound cuts your train of thought, knocking the breath from your body. This has to be a bad joke, some awful romantic comedy book in which the character ironically, conveniently conjures the very thing they are thinking about because that sound, the one that snips your thoughts like sharpened scissors, is a moan. A breathy, high pitched whine that could’ve come from only Jimin.

You immediately steer yourself into Taehyung’s room, closing the door quietly.

Good things. Think of good things. At least you hadn’t walked in on them in the living room. There is a closed door between you and whatever’s going on and you didn’t do the stupid thing of going to look. Positivity. Yes. Okay. Jimin is also fucking with his crush right now. That’s got to mean something nice for him, right? Heck, it even sounds like he’s having fun. You can just pull out some headphones, turn up your music, and wait patiently until Taehyung gets home. Or until they’re done. Whichever comes first.

An hour. A solid fucking hour passes before the noises finally stop. Not that you’re listening.

All you can say is “poor Jimin” (to yourself) as you hear his bedroom door open and the shower turn on. At this point, you’re stuck in another “rock vs. hard place” situation. Dick jokes aside, you can either admit to having been in the apartment the whole time or somehow sneak outside and pretend you just arrived. It only takes a few seconds of contemplation.

Instead of rehashing the porn fiasco, you decide to quietly make your way to the front door, backpack in hand, slip on your shoes, and take a seat on the steps just outside. You get in two rounds of solitaire on your phone before deciding that it’s been long enough.

Making an entrance loud enough to impress Taehyung (if he were here), you call into the void, “Chim, I’m home.”

His voice sounds breathy, but his reply is immediate, “____, can you come to my room please?”

As you pass by the bathroom, you can still hear the water running, which obviously means Jungkook is in the shower. You grimace as you realize you’ll have to eventually look him in the eyes, knowing he fucked your best friend’s brains out.

“____?”

“Coming Chim,” you turn to face the closed door, pausing to knock.

“It- it’s open,” Jimin’s voice is small, but contented.

Figuring you can’t find anything too bad behind the barrier if he knows you’re coming in, you only hesitate for a moment. As soon as you see him, you force a smile, “What’s up?”

Jimin is lying on his bed, shirt visibly off, though you can’t see if he’s completely naked because his lower half is covered haphazardly by his blanket. Eyes half lidded, a blissful smile on his lips, he motions for you to come closer and you take a stiff seat on the edge of his bed.

“Can I tell you something personal?”

The question sits in your stomach like a sludgy lump, making you slightly queasy as you reply, “You tell me everything. I mean, to the point where I think I know how many times you poop on average-”

“Jungkook and I just had sex.”

You almost choke, swallowing around the instinctual, stupid “I know” that wants to worm it’s way up your throat. Instead, you manage an awkward, “Was it… good?”

For a moment, your thoughts wander back to Jungkook, his house, the fact that he’d lied to you.

“My parents walked in on me fucking some random girl in their bed again and didn’t like it,” is what he had said. Was that “girl” he fucked possibly a boy? You don’t see why that would matter enough to lie about it, especially when he seemed pretty unabashed making out with Jimin in front of you. Still, you don’t want to rule it out.

“I came like three times,” Jimin looks like he’s glowing. Having heard it happen all three times, you choke back another “I know.” He continues, “So of course it was good. It was great.”

Your first, immediate reaction is wanting to vomit. Why? You’re not entirely sure. But before you can figure that out, the second wave of visceral reaction hits you. Sadness. This one is even more confusing. True to your inclination toward avoidance, you push everything to the back of your mind.

“I’m so happy for you, Jimin,” you use his full name, aiming at sincerity. “Does this mean you guys are an item now?”

Your friend lets out a small sigh that has a tinge of sickeningly sweet happiness, “We haven’t talked about it much, but I’m going to err on the side of ‘no.’ Jungkookie doesn’t really do… relationships?”

“And you’re okay with that?”

Jimin shrugs, “I kind of have to be, if I want to be with him at all. I know I won’t be able to change him or anything like that. I’m not dumb-”

“No, you’re not.”

“Right, so I think I can stomach being a… booty call,” he laughs and you can hear the subtle edge of nervousness hidden behind humor. After all, you’re an expert.

You give him a playful shove, “Well, you’ve got a nice butt so why not be a booty call?”

“A nice butt?” he snorts, obviously humored.

“Yes. Ten out of ten, would spank again.”

“You’ve never spanked me.”

“Well if I didn’t include the ‘again’ it wouldn’t have rhymed.”

Jimin pouts comically, holding back a laugh (though mostly failing), “Is that all I am to you? A nice piece of ass?”

“Yes, exactly,” you pull him closer by wrapping your arm around his shoulders, giving him a friendly kiss on the temple, tasting the slight saltiness of sweat on your lips after pulling away.

Your collective laughter peters out, leaving the room in awkward silence, save the static white noise of the shower. It’s odd, because things are hardly ever uncomfortable between Jimin and you. What changed?

When you walk into class the next day, Yoongi seems more grumpy than normal, which is saying something. Because he’s usually very grumpy. The circles under his eyes are darker than normal and his lips are turned just a smidgen more downward. He also looks pale. And like he wants to kill someone. But that last one is nothing new.

“Yoongles,” you try to get a reaction with the nickname you know he hates, but he doesn’t even spare you a glance. Yup. There is definitely something wrong. Usually, he’d at least try to verbally filet you. But he gives you nothing. You take a seat, elbowing him, “You feeling alright? You’re kinda quiet today.”

“This was the second night in a row I’ve slept in my car,” Yoongi’s reply is tart, voice gravely with clear exhaustion. “Not much leg room. Very cold.”

“In your car? Why?”

“My girlf- my ex girlfriend kicked me out,” he says, slumping forward to rest his chin on his arms, scowling.

“That sucks,” you comment as you slip into your seat\.

He pauses for a beat before responding, turning to you with a cynical smile, “Thanks for giving me none of the ‘I’m sorry to hear about that’ bullshit.”

“It’s been coming for months, right? And you were always pissed off when talking about her. She was making you unhappy. Why would I be sorry?” you ask this genuinely, but also rhetorically.

Instead of replying, Yoongi simply lets out an amused, acknowledging hum.

You’d like to think this is another reason you get along so well with Yoongi. Both of you can appreciate bluntness, skipping those tiresome social pleasantries that are often all fluff with no weight behind them.

Because really, you’re not sorry to hear they broke up. He deserves someone worth his time.

“Did you find another place to stay?” you ask as soon as it gets too quiet for your liking. Sure, there’s mumbling and quiet conversation floating around the classroom, but it’s not the same as the cynical banter the two of you usually exchange.

“No.”

“Yoongi, seriously, if you need a place to crash-”

He snorts, “What? I can sleep on the ground at your apartment?”

You smack his shoulder, “Technically it’s not mine, but we can work something out.”

“____, I know there’s like four people already living there and there’s, what? Two bedrooms? You were complaining about having to sleep in a bed with what’s-his-face.”

“Taehyung.”

“Yeah that guy. Plus Jinkook-”

“Jungkook.”

“Plus Jungkook, who is… sleeping on the couch?”

“Yes, but I will gladly kick his ass off of it for you.”

Yoongi smirks, “Deal. Still, talk to them first. I don’t want to just randomly show up.”

“Hey, I pay rent so I have every right to invite you over,” you laugh as he deadpans. “Fine! Fine. I’ll call them and let you know before you get out of your last class.”

Two hours later, you open the door to greet a scowling Yoongi and step aside to let him into the hastily cleaned apartment.

“So, ah, bathroom is down the hall on the right. Tae is in his room if you want to meet him. Jungkook and Jimin should be home in less than an hour-”

“Jimin? The other guy who lives here?”

It occurs to you then that you actually don’t talk about the older of your two friends much, at least to Yoongi. You spend so much time bitching about school, asking for advice about sex with Taehyung, or complaining about how much you hate Jungkook that you probably have neglected to mention Jimin. Your relationship with him has always been easy though. You tease each other all the time, but at the end of the day he is someone you can trust with everything.

You never felt uneasy with Jimin.

Your train of thought pauses for a moment because you notice a small problem: you had used past tense, “felt.”

Something changed yesterday, and not for the better. For the first time, you felt… jealous? It doesn’t make sense. Jimin is happy. You should be happy for him. There is nothing to even be jealous about.

Except maybe his good looks and his well paying job. But he’s had those for a while. So what could possibly be bothering you? Furthermore, why are the most important relationships in your life abruptly subtly changing? First you have sex with Taehyung- yes, Taehyung of all people- after over a decade of knowing him and always declining his advances. Then this… this thing with Jimin. What changed?

“Yeah, Jimin is the other guy that lives here,” your answer sounds a bit more haunted than you intend. “I’ll… go get Tae. Make yourself at home.”

You can hear Yoongi drop his backpack and collapse onto the couch. Your couch. At least this time you’re giving it up voluntarily. And forcing Jungkook off of it is merely a bonus. Granted, he hadn’t exactly agreed, but Jimin said Yoongi could stay and that was green-light enough. Right?

With a light knock on Tae’s door yet with less than a second’s hesitation, you enter (because it’s doubtful there’s anything he could be doing that would fluster either of you at this point), announcing, “Tae, Yoongi is here-”

Two hands wrap clamp down on your shoulders, dragging you into the room, the door slamming shut behind you. You’re spun around to face a very worried looking Taehyung, eyebrows pinched and raised, voice a whisper, “Baby, I need you to be honest with me. Is Yoongi your boyfriend?”

The absurdity of the question shocks you into silence for a few seconds.

Boyfriend? You’d never even thought of Yoongi like that. Then again, you hadn’t thought of Taehyung as a fuck buddy a few months ago either. Still, maybe you should’ve been more specific when you told him someone was coming to spend the night.

“No, babe, he’s not my boyfriend. He’s a friend from school.”

Taehyung lets out the biggest sigh of relief you’ve ever heard, “Thank god. For a hot second, I thought I’d made you into a cheater.”

You smack him fondly upside the head, “Are you implying I’m a slut?”

“Never,” he pushes out his lower lip, but then winks, whispering, “I just like fucking you a little too much to share.”

Again, you pause at the absurdity of the statement. “Too much to share?” Does that mean he wants to be…? No. No, no, no. Taehyung is your fuck buddy, your friend with benefits. He is uncomplicated and easy and simple and oh god now you’re being redundant. But that doesn’t matter because the point is you don’t want to date Taehyung. Is he looking for exclusivity? Obviously, you can kind of provide that, but what is he implying? Maybe you should just put a stop to this now.

“Look, Tae-”

“I’m kidding, baby. Fuck whoever you want,” Taehyung laughs, turning you around to face the door.

You are about to start screaming, but it’s too late. The door is open and he’s now steering you into the living room. Without wasting time, you introduce the two boys and take a seat on the couch next to Yoongi’s feet. Tae plops down on the floor on the opposite side of the coffee table, doing enough pleasantry-talking for the three of you. Yoongi probably hates it, disliking idle chatter, but you sure as hell appreciate the fact that your friend is a social butterfly and is saving you from awkward silence.

Ten minutes. Yoongi stares, grunting acknowledgement. You chime in every thirty seconds or so. Taehyung talks like an auction announcer. And then you hear the telltale, yet notably haphazard jingling of keys.

You prepare your body to face him, the bane of your existence. Maybe Jimin had told Jungkook about Yoongi on the way home. Or maybe you’d get that pleasure all to yourself. You’d like to see the look on his face when you tell him he’s either sleeping in Jimin’s room or on the floor.

The two boys walk in- well, it’s less of a “walking” action and more of a stumble as the golden haired demon shoves Jimin inside and uses the older boys shoulders to shut the door. Pressing Jimin against the barrier, Jungkook slams their lips together. And their hips, the maknae rolling his with uncanny fluidity against Jimin’s crotch.

The sight makes you swallow in order to keep the bile in your stomach.

Jimin lets out a high pitched whine and you can see a flash of pink as Jungkook stabs his tongue his mouth. Oddly enough, you aren’t the first one to say something.

“Yah, why do I even pay for porn anymore?”

Classic Taehyung.

Jimin’s eyelids snap open and he has to push Jungkook away, because apparently the younger boy is unfazed by everyone’s presence.

“S-sorry, I forgot we were expecting company,” Jimin laughs breathily, obviously nervous, lips pink and swollen, breathing labored. He looks from you, to Tae, to Yoongi. “Hi, you must be ____’s friend, Yoongi-”

“Introductions later,” Jungkook suddenly growls, impatiently tugging at Jimin’s wrist.

The older boy lets out another, more genuine laugh, increasing his volume the further down the hall he’s dragged, “Well I’m Jimin. Nice to meet you! We’ll talk soon!”

You wait a beat before whisper-yelling.

“Do you see what I have to deal with?” you gesture wildly to where the golden haired demon disappeared, addressing Yoongi or Taehyung or the universe. You’re neither sure nor picky.

Taehyung simply giggles, but Yoongi looks like someone just shit in his cereal. At first, you think the latter is upset because of the very explicit public display of affection, but after following Jikook’s little procession with narrowed eyes, he turns to you and asks quietly, “Jimin… right? That’s what you said his name was?”

“Yeah. Why?”

Yoongi only shrugs, then turns to Taehyung, “Now, the real question is: why do you still pay for porn?”

Taehyung hums thoughtfully, “Because I can’t find anything good for free?”

The older boy rolls his eyes, “Go get your laptop.”

You would like to think you would’ve stayed, either for science or to poke fun at Taehyung’s choice of spank bank material. But for some reason, something twists in your stomach as you hear a loud, excited squeal from down the hall.

You excuse yourself to take a walk.

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