#also. hot take: sometimes you do create because you think people will like something. like ohhh boy will the X and Y shippers enjoy this
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Good grief, I don't know how someone could have read your last post and responded with the amount of dismissiveness that last reply did. Apart from the whole thing smacking of Calvinist bull****... that's just not how humans work. We're not meant to function in total isolation, and I've never met a creatively-inclined person who *didn't* hope to see their work connect with people. Part of the joy of making things is sharing them with other people, and even if nobody owes you their time or attention or validation, it *is* disheartening to feel like the things you share in hopes of people connecting with them aren't acknowledged for whatever reason. Please do whatever you need to for your own mental health, but I hope you won't delete your blog here; I'm someone who's generally too shy to interact, but I've adored your art for years, and was beyond thrilled when you opened your quick comms a little while back (I now have an Eliounora original and it makes me so happy every time I look at it <3). Your latest Thranduil piece is gorgeous (and immediately became my favorite visual interpretation of the character I've seen so far) - I saw the Bilibin references in the frame right away and was delighted to see someone marrying it to Middle Earth! It gives the whole thing a perfect old fairytale feel. I hope it helps a little to know that your work has at least one quiet but sincere admirer here.
CALVINIST BULL is the perfect way to describe that mindset hahaha! you're so right, like even when you draw or write or create anything as a kid you often run to a caretaker or a sibling or whoever to show your work! and even when I was a kid, if my scribble did not get the reaction from my mom I was hoping for, I'd be super sad, and I think that speaks to our need to have our work appreciated!
of course you should primarily create for yourself, like writing, knitting, drawing, painting, singing, playing an instrument, all that should be first and foremost fun for you, but I think it's also important to remember that it takes guts to share your work, and when you put yourself out there like that and don't get the reaction you hoped for, of course that feels disheartening. we are bound to believe that the more work we put into something, the more recognition we get!
I know many other people feel like this too (I mean look at artists on this website begging for reblogs), and I think it speaks for the content creator.....isation? of artists and the change in fandom culture which has resulted in lack of community. while disappointment is bound to happen from time to time, like maybe your fic did not get as many comments as you wished for or your art got less notes than you expected, for me it feels like disappoinment is the norm.
I really hope this does not come across as whining about how I don't get the recognition I think I deserve (although that's what it is I'm not going to lie), because I do appreciate every shy and quiet person out there who loves my art, like youđ and of course nobody has to interact any more than they are willing, but I think the general trend that interaction with people's works is lessening will dishearten many artists, especially those who don't have a large following. and oftentimes even a few excited words about your work will take you a long way! like yours right now, I FEEL SO SEEN!!! my thranduil, your favourite? FUCK YEAH!!!
#also. hot take: sometimes you do create because you think people will like something. like ohhh boy will the X and Y shippers enjoy this#AND you can still have fun with the process#but when they don't like it. that sucks. and once again my point is that this happens A LOT nowadays
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Accidental Confession- Thorin x Reader
Summary: Thorin overhears you confess your feelings about him to his nephews
Word count: 1, 478
Mixing yourself, two dwarf princes and a full barrel of mead was bound to create some chaos. Honestly after an hour of drinking with them youâre surprised that the worst thing youâd done was a failed handstand and a terrible improvised song. Unfortunately however things were going too smooth for too long, and your luck of only slightly embarrassing yourself was running out.
You and the princes were sat in the woods outside of Erebor, all three of you needing an escape from castle that could sometimes feel suffocating. Though you were only visiting your friends, you could tell they needed a break from their uncle, especially Fili as he was next in line and his list of duties were piling up every day. Needing the biggest break out of all three of you, it was no wonder that the embarrassing question came from him.
âY/N, I have a question.â The blonde dwarf asked, sat upon a rock with a cheeky smile on his face.
âWell fortunately for you, Fili dear, I might just have the answer.â You reply with a cheeky smile of your own as Kili refills your cup.
âWhy do you dislike our uncle?â Came Filis oddly sobering question.
This question caused even Kilis face to become serious as both princes stared at you. Although their faces were filled with worry, you couldnât help the girlish grin that came to your face. At seeing your grin, both princes grew matching grins of their own.
âI donât dislike your uncle.â You answer, trying hard and failing to hide your smirk.
âOh really? When he speaks you seem to always walk away and just last night he asked you to dance and you denied him.â Kili now interrogates, a quizzical smile growing on his face.
âItâs not because I donât like him.â You try to defend yourself sheepishly.
âIs it because you do like him then?â Fili asked you smirking.
âNo! Maybe⊠Look itâs not fair! When he talks that dwarf languageâŠâ
âKhuzdul.â Kili quickly corrects.
âYeh! Itâs just really hot⊠I know heâs your uncle but itâs so hot! And and! The dancing! If I dance with your uncle my tits would be in his face! Which if that happened Iâd get so turned on Iâd die.â You confessed to your friends, babbling foolishly.
Fili and Kili exchange a look at hearing your confession, before promptly bursting out in laughter. Their laughter so loud that youâre sure people in Erebor could hear it.
âItâs not funny!â You half-laugh and half-shout, trying hard to stay serious and defend yourself, but unfortunately failing.
It wasnât long until you too joined their laughter, all three of your laughs sounding loudly through the forest.
If any of you had been sober, you might have realised that such laughter had drawn the king under the mountain himself to find your little hiding spot. Seeing you all so intoxicated and in the forest he had half a mind to storm over and tell you all off, but was abruptly stopped at the conversation at hand.
âYou should tell uncle how you feel!â Kili announced excitedly.
âNo!â You shout.
âWhy not?!â Both of your friends seemed to yell in unison.
âOh yeh what would I say? âHey Thorin, I know youâre the super duper important and serious king, but I think your voice is really sexy and the reason I donât dance with you is because if your face was in my tits Iâd get so horny Iâd die! Also youâre really sweet to me and Iâd like to hold your hand and bake you nice things and maybe kiss you a littleââŠâ Your confession suddenly turning more sweet and serious.
Realising just how you felt about Thorin, your head fell as you played with your fingers, suddenly feeling very vulnerable and embarrassed.
âMaybe we should head back. Itâs getting cold and I think itâs time we all went to bed. Weâll get you something nice to eat and some nice warm furs.â Fili suggests as he takes your hand, knowing your confession was a lot more than just a silly girl being attracted to their uncle.
As both boys held your hand to help you walk, Thorin hid himself behind a tree, not wanting to be noticed. Though he hid, he couldnât help but stare at you as you left with his nephews. Knowing his feelings were reciprocated suddenly filled him with both relief and fear.
*****
You were surprised to wake up the next morning with only a mild hangover after your night of drinking with your friends. Getting dressed you decided it was a day for comfortable clothes, topped with a big warm cardigan knitted for you by Ori.
As you went to leave your room in search of food you literally ran into the last person you expected.
âOh! Hello Thorin.â You sheepishly greeted him, slightly stepping back into your room.
âGood morning, y/n. How did you sleep?â
âFine, thank you. Is there something I can help you with, Thorin?â You nervously ask him, trying hard to keep eye contact with him as you wrap the cardigan around yourself.
âYes, um- may- may I come in? Iâd like to speak with you in private.â He asked as his voice suddenly became more serious.
âYe-yes, sorry, um, come in.â You anxiously step aside and quickly pull out a chair from your vanity for him to sit on while you sit on the edge of your bed.
Thorin manoeuvres the chair to sit directly in front of you, your knees barely grazing each other. Looking from your hands, to your barely touching knees and into his beautiful blue eyes, your gaze quickly falls back to your hands.
âI-I need to speak with you about last night.â Thorin stutters out.
Looking back into his eyes, you meet him with a quizzical look. The king under the mountain is never nervous and you had not spoken with him at all last night.
âI-I heard what you said to Kili and Fili last night.â He confesses.
Suddenly your eyes go wide as realisation hits you. At hearing this, your blood turns cold, both fear and embarrassment filling both your body and your face.
âOh no.â You quietly mumble as you anxiously hide your face in your hands.
You were mortified and scrabbling your brain to think of anything to get him away, so you could wallow in shame and embarrassment alone. However before you could think of the words to save you, you felt large warm hands around yours, as Thorin pulled them away from your face.
âPlease do not hide from me.â He gently soothes you, as his thumb runs across your fingers.
Your head shoots up at his comforting touch and words. Your eyes filled with panic, dart between your now joined hands and his kind eyes. Trying to look for pity in them but you did not find it.
âThis was not how I had imagined telling you this but I suppose after last night I could not ignore my feelings anymore. Y/N, I care for you so deeply and think you are the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen in my many years. I feared you would not feel the same as I am not of the race of man and am quite older than you, but from what I heard last night Iâm guessing the feeling is some what mutual.â He smiles as he gazes lovingly into your eyes.
You were stuck, too many emotions holding you in place. Confusion, fear, embarrassment and maybe a little bit of love forcing you still and your eyes to never leave Thorins.
âAmrĂąlimĂȘ?â Thorin speaks, worry now in his eyes as he places his large warm hand on your cheek.
You canât help but close your eyes and hum at the feel of his skin finally against yours. Placing your hand over his, you rub your face further into his hand.
âI suppose you were right about your reaction to me speaking in my native tongue.â Thorin teases you as his face comes closer to yours.
Your eyes fling open as you realise he truly did hear everything you said. Letting out a defiant chuckle, you decide to show him just how much you meant the words you said last night. Grabbing a hold of his coat with both hands, you forcefully pull him into you, as you press your lips passionately against his own.
Thorin moaned into your mouth as your hands desperately pulled at his hair and his squeezed at your hips. You couldnât get enough of each others touch as you both pulled the other closer.
Finally breaking away, your foreheads rested against each other as you stared into each others eyes.
âMaybe we should try the dancing next.â Thorin teased you with a smirk and a wink.
#Thorin#Thorin x reader#Thorin Oakenshield#Thorin Oakenshield x reader#Thorin imagine#Thorin Oakenshield imagine#the hobbit#the hobbit imagine
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Happy Halloween OT8
a/n: So this is my "apology" for not doing Kinktober. I think this is what I'll do (if it gets good feedback) for special holidays/events, that sort of thing... I don't know. This is the first time I've done this sort of thing, and I'll be honestâI'm very nervous. I hope you'll like it. and ....yea
p.s: this is gonna be my "sat" post as well.
fem reader x ot8
*WARNING*
CONTAINS Pnv, praising, teasing, kissing, oral (m and F receiving), make-out, mentions of insecurities, the reader is VERY insecure, be mentally healthy, fluff, riding, grinding, creampie (don't), spanking, voyeurism, rough, I'll be honest I didn't fully proof read this cause I kinda rushed; I'm sure I missed something...
WC: 7k
Synopsis: Your SKZ's manager finds out you're not so confident in yourself. Now, they are determined to show you how truly special you are.
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It's a normal Thursday afternoon. You're pulling a small trolley filled with small containers labeled with names. You push the trolley into the practice studio, where you see Minho leading the rest of the group.Â
âCome and get it!â you shout, leading the trolley to the side.Â
The boys sprint in your direction, saying their âthank yousâ and each taking a container with their name on it until there are only two leftâone labeled Chan and the other blank. Chan walks up to you with his warm smile and endearing eyes as he takes his labeled lunch, âThank you, Y/N.â
âNo problem, Chan, it's my job,â you smile.Â
 You take yours and take your spot in the small circle the boys created in the middle of the studio. They all murmur amongst themselves as they eat their lunch until something Seungmin says that makes your ears perk.Â
âAll Iâm saying is that it's easy to thirst over you, Felix Hyung, because you have abs. I donât.â his voice is small, and it makes your heart shatter into tiny pieces at his words.Â
"Minnie, you really shouldn't have to worry about any of that. In fact, none of you need to. Each and every one of you is not just attractive but truly stunning. You're all hot, and even then, people donât love you just because you're beautiful but because you all love each other and your fans." Your words spill out in a rush, but you don't mind. It's important that they understand just how amazing they are.
Chan's smile is warm from your words but doesnât reach his eyes. âThank you Y/N. Sometimes it's just hard.âÂ
You understand him, but they canât possibly believe they are any less extraordinary than they already are. You canât explain why you say your next words or why they make your blood turn, butâŠ.you canât help it. âThan who would you rather look like? Me?â you scoff.Â
Stuffing the last bit of lunch into your mouth. Everyone freezes. Minho and Seungmin stare dead at you, Binnie looks like he is about to cry, and Jisung and Hyunjin freeze, holding a fork mid-bite.
Chan also freezes. Staring at you with hurt in his eyes, his look almost makes you think you directed your comment at him if it wasn't for his following words. âWhat do you mean by that Y/N?â
Panic surges within you. Well, now what? You werenât one to share your insecurities out loud, and you definitely werenât one to challenge them either. You were somewhat confident with how you looked and how people saw you, but that didnât mean you wished you could change things. âI just meanâŠ.â there's no getting out of this now. âIâm not like any of you guys,â you laugh awkwardly. âI donât have strong arms, toned abs, or even the equivalentâŠ. Iâm just⊠me.â You look down at your hands in your lap.
âIâm sorry, Iâm still confused. Angel, are you saying you donât like your body?â Hyunjin looks at you, dropping his fork into the remains of his lunch.
You look up at him. âIâwell-...yeaâŠyea Iââ you say, but the sound of your phone ringing cuts you off. You quickly grab and answer your phone, apologizing for leaving the room and silently thanking whatever higher power got you out of that in your head.Â
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A few minutes later, you hang up the phone. Now, you're debating whether you want to return to the studio. You turn on your heel, deciding against walking into whatever awkward silence situation awaits you. But before you could even walk down the hallway, someone grabbed your wrist. As you turn your head, you lock eyes with a person whose gaze is tainted by the remnants of spilled coffee. Their eyes mirror what you can only describe as sorrow, causing a sharp pang in your chest.Â
âWait, Y/N, can I talk to you for a second?â Chan whispers.Â
âYeah, what's up?â you perk, trying to smile your way out of awkwardness.Â
âWhat you said back there? Were you serious?âÂ
You steer clear of making eye contact. âI mean, yeah,â you throw your arms up in defense, still unwilling to meet his defeated eyes. âI would pretty much give anything to look even remotely close to any of you guys. Iâm notâ" Your words fail when you do look up to see his face.Â
He looks more than defeated; he looks hurt. âChan⊠it's okay. It's not like Iâm not confident with what I have; I make it work.â You laugh through your words, trying to lighten the mood.Â
Your phone rings in your hand again, and you know you need to get back to work. "Hey, I'll talk to you later, okay?"
"Yeah," Chan smiles, but it doesn't reach his eyes, and you know from seeing him genuinely smile that he has something on his mind. But you decide not to address it and leave to get back to the rest of the day.Â
*****
âCan I see you after work?â Chan texts.Â
âSure! Is everything okay?â A hint of concern seeps into your head, and you bite your lip, hoping nothing has gone wrong.
 âYeah, everythingâs fine. I just want to talk a bit more, if thatâs cool with you.â he responds
âOf course. Iâll be done in a bit,â you reply, feeling a flutter of anticipation in your stomach.Â
As the workday drags on, your mind frequently wanders back to Chan's request. The way he looked at you yesterday, the weight in his gazeâthere was something urgent behind those soft brown eyes. The clock seems to mock you as each minute ticks by, and when it finally strikes the end of the day, you practically sprint to the exit.
Outside, the evening air is filled with a cool breeze, sending shivers down your spine. You spot Chan leaning casually against a wall, his trademark smile lighting up his features. Thereâs a warmth in how he stands, a confidence that makes you feel at ease despite the gravity of your earlier conversation.
âHey!â he calls out as you approach, his smile widening, igniting a warmth in your chest.Â
âHey!â you reply, unable to suppress your grin, but the playful atmosphere doesnât fully mask the anxious flutter of your heart.
âLetâs take a walk?â he suggests, and you nod, matching your pace with his as you stroll down the sidewalk. The fading sunlight paints the sky in hues of pink and gold, wrapping you both in a serene ambiance.
After a moment of comfortable silence, Chan turns to you, his expression shifting to something more serious. âAbout what you said yesterday⊠I really want you to know that I think youâre beautiful just the way you are.â
You stop walking, caught off guard by his words. âChan, Iââ
âNo, let me finish.â He takes a deep breath, his brows furrowing slightly in concentration. âI get it. We all have insecurities, but you have this light that just⊠shines. The way you support us, how you careâitâs more than just looks. Youâre a big part of our family.â
Your heart swells at his words, the sincerity in his voice washing over you like a warm wave. âI appreciate that, really. Itâs just hard sometimes.â
âIt is,â he agrees, stepping closer, his voice barely more than a whisper. âBut I want you to be kinder to yourself. You deserve that.â
His gaze remains fixed on yours, and it feels like time has stopped. The world around you fades, leaving just the two of you in this moment, filled with unspoken understanding and connection.
âThank you, Chan,â you finally say, feeling vulnerable yet cherished.
You smile, feeling the warmth spread through you.
âThis actually reminds me. I needed to show you something, but it's back at the dorm,â Chan says, rubbing the back of his neck.
Your smile widens. What in the world is going on? âUm, sure, but can I ask what itâs for?âÂ
âI wanted to discuss something about work with you, but itâs on my home computer, not my laptop,â Chan explains.
Your curiosity peaks. He never comes unprepared; nevertheless, it's Chan. You've always trusted his judgment, especially when it comes to work.
âOkay, I suppose,â you shrug, not thinking much of it.
That leaves you standing in front of 3 Racha's and Hyunjinâs apartment.
Chan opens the door and steps inside first, blocking your view. âSo, what did you want to show me?â you ask, your smile bright.
âItâs right in here.â He steps aside, allowing you to walk into the apartment.
Your eyes widen when you see the rest of the guys crowded into the small living room. Okay, what is going on? âChan?â you question, but heâs already closed and locked the door behind you.
âSorry, doll. We knew this was the only way we could get you here,â Hyunjin says, dragging your attention back to the group of men in the room.
âSo Iâm assuming Iâm not here for work reasons?â
Chan suddenly steps into your line of sight, his figure blocking out the chaos around you. You observe every detail: the way his shoulders are tense, the subtle clenching of his fists at his sides, and the tight lines of his mouth. He stands silently, an impenetrable wall of unexpressed emotions, deliberately avoiding your gaze as if the weight of his thoughts is too heavy to share.Â
A churning confusion fills your mind; you canât shake the questions racing through you. What is he thinking? Why are you here, caught in this surreal moment? The air feels thick and electric, amplifying your unease as you ponder the mystery of the situation. Will someone please just say something?
Chan joins the rest of the guys in the living room, still keeping his head down. Finally, Felix answers for the group: âNo Angel, sorry. We just want to talk.â His voice is so soft, almost like heâs scared, youâll run away.Â
âAbout what?â You ask.Â
âAbout what you said earlier.â This time, it's Binnie who speaks.Â
You groan, âThis again, seriously guys, itâs fine.âÂ
âNo, it's not, doll,â Hyunjin says, stepping before everyone. We know what it's likeââ words die in his throat. You can see the wheels of his mind turning, a visible storm brewing beneath the surface. His brow creases in concentration, and his lips curl into a grimace that speaks of inner turmoil. The flicker of pain in his eyes is almost palpable as if each thought pierces through him like a shard of glass. Watching him grapple with this internal conflict sends a slow, painful ache deep within you, evoking a powerful sense of need to hold him, to vanquish any negative thoughts he might have.Â
Jisung comes up behind him, squeezing his shoulder. âWe just want to remind you how beautiful you are,â Jisung smiles at you.Â
âThis is all sweet, guys, but I can't change my opinion of myself just because you say some nice things about me,â you say, feeling bashful and uneasy. Your emotions well up at the idea of your friends attempting to cheer you up, but you know it's not that simple.
âYou're right,â Chan pipes, his sudden voice booming off the walls, âIt wonât change your mind, but maybe showing you will.â he strides across the room and suddenly grasps your jaw, angling you forward into his embrace and sealing your lips with his. His kiss is demanding and hungry, begging for entrance into your mouth, and with a gasp, you let him in. It is a wave of emotions: shock, anger, embarrassment, and above all else, lust.Â
Your hands, resting on Chanâs chest to push him away, steadily creep up into his hair, pulling at his roots, which release a low rumble from his chest. Your tongue dances with a secret rhythm, finding each other's warmth. You both pause, feeling the need to catch your breath after the intense moment, and you find yourselves gazing deeply into each other's eyes. Time seems to stand still as you're locked in this powerful and captivating gaze until the moment is interrupted by Minho's cough, demanding your attention.
Suddenly, that same steaming lust is replaced by heating embarrassment. Your cheeks radiate heat, and you can already tell your face is as red as a tomato.Â
Oh. My. God
You take two steps backward, only to fall into Seungminâs arm. âHey pup,â he whispers, sending chills down your spine. âCan I show you as well?âÂ
He takes your shocked expression as hidden permission and tilts your head to meet his lips. His kiss is a beautiful contrast to Chan's - gentle and deliberate. He savors each movement of your lips, his touch sending tingles down to your core, and your longing for the kiss to deepen grows with each passing moment. The way his hand cradles your face, the warmth of his breath against your skin, and the soft brush of his lips against yours make your insides coil.Â
It's not long before you're guided away from Seungmin's lips and directed to another pair. Jisung gently pulls you forward to connect his lips with your own.Â
You're completely hypnotized by Jisungâs kiss and the way Seungmin presses the full weight of his body to your backside. Different pairs of hands skim your body, coating your skin with goosebumps. You feel multiple pairs of lips wet your exposed skin, what little there is, until you feel a pair of hands gripping the slim fabric and trying to pull it off your body.Â
You pull away from Jisung to find Minho trying to pry off your clothes. âCan we, kitten? Can we show you just how beautiful you are?â
Your head nods faster than you can think about what's happening around you, but that's all Minho needs. He grabs your wrists, pulls you away from the rest of the group, and guides you to a nearby bedroom.Â
Everyone follows behind, prowling like your their prey. Minho makes you stand in the center of the room, presenting you like a main course. He comes face to face with you, staring at you for one last sign of permission. You allowed your hand to guide you, resting it on his cheek. Instinctively, he leaned into your touch, closing his eyes and releasing a soft purr at the sensation.
Not a moment later, his hands find your waist, squeezing and tugging you closer to him. You let your body fall into his warmth and let your lips collide with his. Heâs lost in the way you taste, the way your tongues demand dominance with one another. His hands travel to the band of your pants, unbuttoning them and dragging them down along with himself. He ends up on his knees, kissing your now exposed legs. His smirk is devilish, shining with a hidden mischief.Â
He places a soft kiss on your clothed pussy, his eyes staring at the small wet patch youâve stained. He smirks up at you, âSomeone keep her occupied while Iâm busy down here.âÂ
Minho hooks his fingers into the band of your panties and pulls them down. You watch his head dip to your now-exposed sex. He darts his tongue out to place kitten licks across your folds, but soon, the taste of you takes over any sense of control he has left in him. He dives his head between your legs, struggling to get his tongue across your entire pussy; all the while, your shaking legs get weak, and you have no choice but to grab hold of his hair for balance.Â
Whimpers fill the room, your eyes shut tight, and your insides begin to turn. Everyone in the room has held their breath to watch you shake under Minhoâs influence.Â
Finally, Jeongin emerges from the small group of guys in the room. He strides toward you with an effortless grace, each movement deliberate and fluid. His shoulders are back, exuding a calm, hidden confidence that draws your attention. Thereâs a glint in his eyes, and the subtle curve of his lips makes you buzz with excitement. As he closes the distance, the air around him almost crackles with unspoken energy. Your eyes are blown with lust, and your body trembles with how small you appear under his intense gaze.Â
His hand cradles your jaw, compelling you to meet his gaze. His iron-like grip makes you fold under his touch, âyou look so pretty like this,â he says softly. The sounds Minho is dragging out of your throbbing cunt echo throughout the room. You lean into Jeongins touch, and your eyes inevitably dart to where the rest of the guys are groping their hard-ons. Felix and Jisung already have their dicks out, their hand pumping slowly while they watch the scene unfold. Chan stands silently in the corner, his hands crossed as he studies your eyes.Â
âLook at me, baby,â Jeongin demands, his grip on your jaw pulling you back. Minho begins to swirl his tongue along your sensitive nub, which makes you whimper. Jeonginâs gaze grows darker, and he sucks in a breath, âwe need to quiet the pretty mouth of yours,â he saysâŠâ suck on my fingers.â
Your eyes are drawn to him, fixating on the way his face glimmers in the light, the sinister smile spreading across his lips like a shadow creeping over the sun, but before you can answer or protest, heâs shoving two fingers past your lips to suck on.Â
You hum around his fingers, twirling your tongue around the digit, savoring the sweet-salty taste. You initially believed that you would despise the experience, yet surprisingly, you find yourself relishing the sensation. It envelops you like a warmth you didnât anticipate, awakening feelings you didn't expect to enjoy. His other hand steadily sneaks to grab hold of your clothed breast, squeezing the soft flesh; it makes you buck under his touch, grinding on Minhoâs face.Â
Minho breaks away from your cunt, your arousal dripping down his chin. âFuck, you taste so goodâ You gasp away from Jeonginâs fingers from the loss of Minhoâs tongue and look down at his blown-out eyes. He looks high, high off the taste of you, and it's clear he isnât done.Â
âI want a taste dammit!â Jisung whines.Â
âWell then, come get it, crybaby.â Minho stands and walks confidently over to Jisung. He stands tall, his chest rising slowly in front of him. He can see the temptation in his eyes, and you can sense Jisungâs mind turning with need, debating right from wrong. He stands tall, his chest rising and falling with each measured breath as if trying to steady himself amidst the swirling emotions. The temptation glimmers in his eyes, a mixture of desire and uncertainty. You can almost feel the weight of Jisung's internal struggle; his mind races with conflicting thoughts, torn between the allure of what he wants and the moral compass guiding him toward what is right. Each moment seems to stretch as he grapples with his impulses, caught in a delicate dance between longing and restraint.
Soon, Minho becomes impatient with Jisungâs uncertainty and takes matters into his own hands. He grasps the back of Jisungâs neck, pulling him flat against his own lips. You can see your own arousal mixed with how their lips dance, and it sends a newfound tingle straight to your core.Â
âYou like that babydoll?â Changbin speaks, coming forward next to Jeongin. You nod your head, slightly mesmerized by how Jisung and Minho have entwined themselves.
 âThen keep watching,â Changbin whispers in your ear as his hand slowly sneaks down to your core, toying with your folds. He rubs your clit for only a little while, swirling whatâs left of your wetness around your entrance until, finally, he dips one of his fingers into you. He sinks deep inside you, almost making you fall backward onto the bed.Â
Your eyes roll to the back of your skull, and Changbin only smirks. Jeongin stares at your fucked out expression, mesmerized by how your body reacts to different touches. âWe should lay her down so everyone can have a turn.â Felixâs voice makes you jump, which evidently makes you roll on Changbins finger. You moan loudly as he finds that secret gummy spot within you. âLix is right,â Hyunjin pipes.Â
âFine by me.â Changbin slowly guides you to lay your back on the bed, his finger never leaving you.Â
Changbins finger slowly start to pump within your walls and you moan at the feeling of his girthy finger twirling inside you. You're not entirely sure how, but somehow, someone removed your flimsy shirt, revealing your breasts practically spilling out of your bra.Â
Hyunjin gawks at them, drooling at the sight. Changbin leans by your side, watching you thrive under his manipulation, and then you feel him add another finger. You're too distracted by Changbins skilled fingers to tell Hyunjin he can have his fill if he wants to; the only sounds leaving your lips are small moans. So, instead of speaking, you grab Hyunjins jaw and slowly guide him to your chest. He takes the hint right away and shines a pretty boy smile. He starts placing small kisses along your bra before diligently reaching under you to unclasp your bra, leaving you bare before the eight men in the room.Â
Hyunjin lets out a small âfuckâ at the sight, but soon heâs attaching his lips to a hardened nipple and sucking on the bud like his life depends on it. The sensation of both Changbinâs and Hyunjinâs efforts makes your body arch into them, and you start to feel the coil in your lower belly begin to break.
Your moans are louder, Changbinâs hand pumps faster, and the air in the room is so thick your breath quickens. âI- Iâm gonna-âÂ
âWe know, sweetheart, let go,â Felix whispers in your ear. When the hell did he get here?Â
Changbin can feel you clenching around his fingers, but he decides to add to your pleasure by pressing his tongue flat against your clit. You scream loudly as your first orgasm washes over you. Changbin only slowly his finger and keeps his tongue pressed against you, letting you ride the waves of your pleasure. Hyunjin stays where he is, switching from one nipple to the other, clearly content.Â
 Felix cradles you between his legs, making you more comfortable in his arms as he caresses your hair. âYou did so well for us, sweets.â You can barely keep your eyes open, but a deeper part of you knows you are not done, that they arenât done.Â
âYou taste so sweet, angel.â Hyunjin lifts his head from one of your nipples.Â
âCome ooon, your hoggin her!â Seungmin starts. Hyunjin disappears from your line of sight, his hand disappearing between his legs. Â
Jisung and Minho have separated from each other to observe the scene. Your head feels heavy, resting against Felixâs thigh. You loll your head back and forth across his thigh until you come face to face with Felixâs red mushroom tip. It already leaks precum, which makes your mouth water with need.Â
Your tongue pokes out to lick a small strip up Felixâs waiting dick. He hisses at the contact. The salty, bitter taste tastes so sweet on your tongue that it makes your mouth loll out to take his whole length down your throat. His hand comes over to push your hair out of your face; it's not the most comfortable position - Your body still between Felixâs legs while your neck is at an angle where you can reach his swollen member. The rest of the guys watch your struggle, your legs still twitching from your orgasm.Â
âThats itâ Seungmin marches over to your body. You momentarily separate yourself from Felixâs cock, only so Seungmin can flip you over on your stomach. You reattach your lips onto Felixâs member while Seungmin plays with the flesh of your ass, squeezing and massaging.Â
You canât see him, but you can just imagine what he must look like. His body bare to the world, his leaking cock begging to be swallowed whole until you feel two of his digits delicately rubbing against your folds. He plays with you for a moment, watching you moan around Felixâs cock from the overstimulation.Â
The vibrations of your moan send shivers down Felixâs spine. His hand comes back down to hold your head; you can feel his restraint, not wanting to cross any hidden barriers.Â
Seungmin spreads your legs as wide as they can, and he sneaks his way between them, letting his cock rub up and down your waiting folds. The idea of finally being full, finally getting the sensation youâve been craving, especially without the barrier of a condom, makes your whole body buzz.Â
âYou ready, pup? Condom or not, you better tell me now,â Seungmin says.Â
Without answering, you push your ass against him. You're on birth control, and you know the risks, but you simply canât find it in yourself to care; youâre so full of need, and lust simmers off your skin.Â
âFuuuuuck,â he groans and pushes only the tip past your walls. You are still halfway past Felixâs cock, enjoying the initial stretch. âPussy so warm and tight,â he moans, pushing further into you. You let out a muffled whine; heâs isnât as girthy as you expected, but he long. He hits all the right places, curving upward, every ridge and vein, making it impossible not to roll your eyes at the feeling.Â
Your eyes are screwed tight while your lips are occupied. Seungmin finally pushes his full length inside you; in doing so, he pushes you further down Felixâs cock. Seungmingâs hips collide with your ass cheeks, and your lips meet with Felixâs groin. You feel so full, so stretched, and oh so good.Â
You coke a little on Felix, and he immediately removes his hand from the back of your head. âShit, Y/N, are you okay?â he rushes with his words. He takes you off his cock, watching your face for any signs, but all you do is smirk. With Seungmin inside you and squeezing your hips, you're so lust-driven that you donât care if your throat burns a little. So, you guide his hand back to the back of your head and lower your lips back to his dripping member. He lets out a guttural groan as your tongue presses flat against his length.Â
Seungmin watches Felix lose himself in your mouth, âJesus fucking Christ,â he whispers out, and with that, he starts to move his hip. He starts slow, letting his cock drag against your walls.Â
Felixâs hand guides your head up and down his length, your spit spilling down your chin and Seungmins cock picking up pace. He has no need to be fast or brutal, but you can feel he wants to be embedded in you; he wants you to remember how deep he is. So he keeps his steady pace, not too fast but pressing deep into your stomach.Â
Like Seungmin before, you donât see him, but Hyunjin appears at your side, letting his hands roam your body. His rough fingertips make the sensation of Seungminâs cock heighten. âLook at you, you're beautiful,â Hyunjin praises.Â
Your body feels warm from his praise, but it is quickly replaced with a sharp pain from the smack Seungmin lets out on your left ass cheek. He lets it form a pretty pink mark before slapping another to your right cheek, matching it well. Your moans are muffled by your focus on Felixâs cock, but you can feel the swell of your tears forming.Â
Felixâs eyes have never been so focused on you or so dark. You dare to make eye contact with him, letting him see the tears form and one fall across your cheek.Â
He flushes at the sight. Your mouth is stuffed full of HIS cock, and your teary eyes overflowing; your cheeks are flushed pink, and your hands grip his thighs like you donât want to be pulled away from him.Â
There are so many hands, so many touches, and so many feelings that you are so overwhelmed with sensations and emotions that you canât tell when one starts or when one ends.Â
Seungmin releases a loud moan when he feels you clenching around his memberâŠand he snaps. Letting pure instinct take control. His hands hold your hips, and he starts railing into your pussy like never before. âFuck, fuck, fuckâ he lets out with each pound he makes into you.Â
At this point, you donât have to lift your head. You let Seungmin push and pull your pack, making a perfect rhythm on Felixâs dick.Â
That familiar coil in your stomach builds quicker than before. âFuck I can feel you clenching,â Sungmin moans, âare you gonna cum again, pup?âÂ
You moan around Felix, which makes his head fall back. âFucking cum on my cockâ Seungmin makes his last few thrust prominent, making sure you never forget the feeling of his dick inside you. He shoots white spurts of cum into your cunt. You donât know if it was the feeling of being full or the fact that you haven't had a dick inside you for the better part of 2 years, but you cum again. You spasm around his dick like crazy, legs shaking, eyes rolling to the back of your head.Â
Felix visibly shakes from your orgasm, and it makes him shoot his load straight down your throat. You hold your head still, letting your mouth take the full capacity of his load, not letting a single drop slip. Once you lift your head, you make a dramatic show out of swallowing down his load and opening your mouth to him as proof.Â
Seungmin releases your hips, and your legs flop like jello as you roll over onto your back. âIâm sorry, bunny, but I need youâ All you can muster is a small moan before Changbin pulls your body to the end of the bed aligning his cock along your throbbing entrance. He wastes no time shoving his needy cock all the way into you, kissing your bruised cervix. You make a weak attempt to squirm away, your over-sensitive walls making your whole body burn.Â
He grabs hold of your hips, making a low growl. âFuck how are you still so tight.â His cock pulls in and out of your hole, and your legs weakly wrap around his waist. He pistons his hips in and out of you. Sounds that can only be described as pornographic bounce throughout the room, leaving the rest of the men to watch the scene unfold before them.Â
âHey kitten, remember me?â he whispers. Minho comes into view above you.Â
Changbin doesnât let up from his pace, hitting your gummy walls perfectly every time. You crane your head up to look at Minho, staring down at you. He looks lethal from here, his body coated in a sheer sheet of sweat, his bare chest in clear view, and his devilish smirk shining brightly.Â
Your whole body shakes from how rough Changbin is being with you, but you donât mind. You love the slight pain he inflicts on your used cunt, you love the way they look at you, like your food, and they are starved.Â
âIs our little binnie treating you well?â Minho leans down to ghost your ear.Â
His voice makes your body clench, âfuck yes, bunny, keep doing that,â Changbin growls.Â
âDoes it feel good?â Minho's voice grows impossibly lower. Your face crunches up tight in pleasure.Â
His hands dig bruises into your hips, âso good for us. Look at how well you take Binnie.â Minho sneaks his hand across your body, inching down to where you and Changbin connect. He finds your overly sensitive nub in no time and starts rubbing circles. Your body squirms, but both Changbin and Minho hold you still.Â
âYou can do it, babyâ Minho whispers in your ear. You didnât notice your orgasm building because your whole body hums with aftershocks.Â
âI canât- please, I canât.âYour voice comes out as a strangled cry, tears in your eyes. But deep down, you know you can handle what theyâre doing; in fact, you crave their dominance, their controlâyou crave them.
âOh yes, you can, kitten,â his voice grows wild. In fact, you're gonna do it now,â his finger presses flat against your nub.Â
You come undone with a scream, shaking a spasaming out of control. It's not until you realize Changbin has finished his thrusts in you that you see your arousal dripping down his chest.Â
âLook at that pretty, you squirted all over Binnieâ Hyunjin smiles that big teethy smile.Â
Changbin pulls out of you with a gutted groan, while Minho moves his hands so he can rub delicate circles along your hips.Â
You think you might pass out with how heavy your body feels. Jisungâs eager body comes jumping into view.Â
You can barely lift your eyelids, until you feel the softness of Jisungs lips connect with yours. You lean in, heart racing, trying your best to kiss him back. Every inch of you longs for this moment to stretch into eternity. Yet, despite your desire, your body feels heavy and immobile, like a weighted blanket draped over the soft sheets. You feel the warmth of his lips against yours, but the sensation of the mattress pulling you down makes it difficult to fully engage in the kiss.Â
Jisung pulls away for a brief moment, his warm brown eyes glinting in the soft light. A gentle smile spreads across his face as he leans closer. âItâs okay, pretty,â he murmurs, his voice soothing and tender. As he reaches up, his hand gently pats your head in a comforting gesture. âNext time,â he promises, his expression filled with sincerity, assuring you that this wonât be the end.Â
Jisung nods to Minho as they both help you to sit up. Thick drips of cum slide down your legs, and the warmth of it makes you clench, sending more down your thighs.Â
Both Minho and Jisung stare at it, watching it slowly run down. You look down, noticing only Jisung has a thumping red tip leaking precum, but Minho's pretty cock lays limp. âWas Felix not enough for you kitten?â Minho answer your hidden thoughts.Â
You lick your lips at his words. He smirks, âWhy donât you take care of Jisungie? Iâm all good.â He nods to the small wet patch glistening on his lower stomach.Â
You bite your lip at the thought of Minho getting off at all the dirty scenes that unfolded. You look back to Jisungâs pleading eyes, and you canât help the smile that spreads across your face.Â
You lower your head, sticking your tongue out to tease him, only giving him small kitten licks. You feel his hands across your head patting it, until he grips your hair tightly. He forces you to look up at him, giving him a perfect show of how your neck stretches. âWhat do you do if it's too much?â he says.Â
You bite your lip, âsqueeze two times to stop, once to slow downâ
âGood girlâ he calls and then he aligns your lips back down to his cock, slowly pushing it into your mouth.Â
Your sole focus is keeping your lips tightly around his member and lolling your tongue so it drags along his bass. Jisung moans at the feeling of your warm wet mouth coating his cock, and soon he's slowly thrusting his hips into your throat. You donât need to move your head at all, you just keep your head steady as Jisung does all the work. His tip hit the back of your throat making you gag around his cock, his hips stutter for a moment, but your lips keep their hold.Â
Jisung groans and picks his pace back up again, thrusting his hips into your throat. It's not long after heâs shooting his cum down said throat and your humming from the sweet salty taste.Â
*****
After everything you went through your body still tingles. You can feel Binnieâs cum still dripping down your legs, and your throat is sore from how Jisung used it, but still, you couldnât be happier. Chan carries you to the tub where theyâve runned you a bath. They thought of everything, from the bath bomb to the water temperature.Â
You can hear the rumble of Chanâs giggles when he sees your blissed face.Â
He carefully lets you rest your back to the edge of the bathtub, letting your body soak in the warm water. He pulls his arm from underneath you and kisses your head. " Let me know when you're ready,â he whispers and attempts to leave, but you grab hold of his arm.
âNo,â you let out, unable to produce many words. His warmth was so comforting when he carried you, and you were surrounded by so much warmth the last thing you wanted was the warmth to walk away, especially his.Â
âHuh,â he looks at you, worried written all over his face.Â
âDonât go,â you whine, your pouty lips beckoning him back.Â
He lets out a small laugh and nods his head forward. You lean forward, allowing him to slip his body into the tub and behind you. Â
You rest against his back, basking in his and the warmth of the water. You cuddle close to himâŠuntil you feelâŠit.Â
Your eyes pop at his hard member poking your side. And thats when you realize Chan didnât really have a proper chance at you. You angle your head to look up at him, seeing that heâs staring back down at you. Heâs silent, with a smile that stretches to his eyes.Â
You realize that this probably wouldn't have happened if it werenât for him. A warm smile spreads across your face as you vividly recall the memory that sparked this whole chain of events, and you canât help but notice how your entire body reacts - each heartbeat a little stronger, each thought a little bit more confident than the last.Â
You move slightly to where you're straddling his lap, his member only a slight shift of your hips away from entering your already spent hole.Â
âWha-what are you doing, babygirl?âÂ
Instead of finding the right words, you draw closer and press your lips against his. You kiss him with the same passion you once showed him and with a new confidence. You canât find the words to thank him, so you try to show it.
You can feel the soft brush of his lips and the familiar scent of him enveloping you, creating a cocoon of intimacy. In this moment, gratitude fills you to the brim, but the words elude your tongue. Instead of speaking, you pour all your unspoken thanks into the kiss, hoping he senses the depth of your feelingsâthe joy, the longing, and the overwhelming passion you have for him.Â
You roll your hips slightly, his cock sliding along your entrance; you both sigh at the feeling. âBut-wait-â but again, you donât let him finish; you're already lifting your hips so his length slides into your waiting hole.Â
Chan lets out a low growl when he bottoms out inside you, kissing your cervix. You hiss at the stretch; it's painful, especially since your walls are bruised and swollen. He takes his time, letting you get used to the added stretch of his length. You bite your lip as the pain quickly subsides into a throbbing pleasure.Â
Thankfully, when Chan starts to rock his groin into you, he starts slow, knowing you're sore and worn out - still, you canât help the whimpers that escape your lips, âI know babygirl, just hold on tight to me,â he calls.Â
You grip his shoulder like a vice as he slowly uses your cunt. You see his face scrunch up in pleasure; you can tell he suppressing the urge to abuse your cunt; you can feel it in the way his hands squeeze your side, almost leaving indents in your hips. You lean your head against his shoulder, your hips trying to match his pace.Â
You want him to have his way, to let go. âWhy are you being so gentle with me?â you finally ask. You could feel the goosebumps coating his skin as you spoke those words.Â
âI donât want to hurt you, you're already-â you cut him off with your lips pressed to his. Of course, he would think about you before himself, that was always himâŠbut not tonight.Â
âI want more, please Chanâ You lean back so you can lock his eyes, knowing the one thing to make his control snap, âPlease d-daddy, give me moreâÂ
His whole body stills. For a second you think you went too far, that you read him wrong, but his eyes turn dark and his grip turns knuckle white.Â
âOkay babyâ he breathes, âjust relax for me Daddy will make it feel goodâ
The night ended with Chanâs cum mixed with Seungminâs and Binnies, you were spent and tired, but happy, oh so happy.Â
Your voice was horse, your body numb and satisfied. That night, you slept in Chanâs arms, wrapped in a cozy blanket, and the sounds of his steady breathing were all you needed for that last push to sleep.Â
****
In the days that followed, a palpable tension hung in the air, punctuated by stolen glances and fleeting moments that seemed to stretch the boundaries of time. Each shared smile felt electric, igniting a spark that lingered in the spaces between you. You were always aware that if you ever experienced any moments of doubt or uncertainty, they would be right there to remind you just how truly extraordinary and remarkable you are.Â
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The Gang Have Bath Time
Or;
Headcanons About Everybody's Bathing Routine (SFW)
Lucifer
He likes his showers either very hot or very cold. For Lucifer, bath time is efficient, precise, and quick; not a drop of water is wasted. His showers last exactly 4 minutes and 38 seconds. In that time he washes his face, shampoos, washes his body, and starts brushing his teeth. Teeth-brushing continues at the sink. There's no reason to waste the space or time between the shower and the sink.
Mammon
Mammon is the kind of guy who forgets he's in the shower because he's belting out the classics and the acoustics in the bathroom are amazing. He never takes less than ten minutes in the shower, and he usually takes over fifteen. He likes hot showers and sometimes just stands under the water enjoying himself for the first five minutes he's in there. He also takes his sweet time after showering to do other important things before he leaves the bathroom, like putting on that face cream Asmo gave him or making funny faces in the mirror.
Leviathan
Levi prefers baths to showers. He likes to get fully immersed in the water. How can you really feel clean otherwise? He isn't picky about the water temperature, though he prefers it not to be especially hot. He sometimes hums or has quiet, one-sided conversations while he's bathing. He often gets distracted daydreaming in the tub, but if anyone knocks and yells at him for taking too long, he'll step on the gas and be out in less than three minutes, glaring daggers at whoever was waiting.
Satan
Satan doesn't like showering, so he does it quickly and not always very thoroughly. Get in, get wet, something something soap, get out. He hates the feeling of having wet hair so much that he let Asmo blow dry it once. (Only once. He didn't make that mistake again.) If he thinks he can get away with skipping a shower, he will.
When he was newly created, he refused to bathe. He would not do it. That looks like it sucks. No thanks. So all of his brothers besides Lucifer and Asmo went on strike and stopped bathing until he couldn't stand it anymore and hopped in a shower. Now he understands why it's necessary.
Asmodeus
Asmo, obviously, spends the most time in the bathroom by a pretty huge margin. Since he has his own bathroom, this doesn't cause problems with his brothers, so he'll spend upwards of an hour luxuriating in a rosewater bath and applying a whole cabinet of skincare products. Not because his skin isn't flawless, but you know what they say: an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of Botox. He's extremely thorough in how he cleans himself, and if you're curious, you can ask him, and he'll give you a blow-by-blow description of the entire process, lingering lovingly on each body part.
Beelzebub
Beel thinks showers are fine, but if he was left to himself, he'd definitely forget to take them half the time. Belphie or Lucifer usually remind him when it's time he needs to shower, then he goes and does it without a complaint.
Beel likes relatively cool showers, and he doesn't spend any unnecessary time in the bathroom. Sometimes he'll forget to shampoo, but who cares, right?
Belphegor
Belphie is very ambivalent about bathing. He's annoyed when he has to do it, but when he does, he'll hole up in the bathroom for an hour and soak in the tub. About 4 out of 5 times, he'll fall asleep, which frustrates Beel because that's how people drown, Belphie. He likes nice, warm baths best, but sometimes he'll take a hot shower when he needs to feel more awake.
Diavolo
Diavolo sings in the shower, loudly and not particularly well. It's a few precious minutes he has to relax over the course of a very stressful day of putting everyone else's needs above his own. His showers would be unbearably hot even for most demons, but for him, they're the perfect temperature to unwind. He doesn't dawdle, but he doesn't force himself to move too quickly either. He appreciates how to most effectively use his time, and a few extra minutes in the bathroom each morning can keep him alive for an extra half hour of work in the evening.
Barbatos
Barbatos is always immaculately clean, but has never been seen to bathe. Scholars are not quite sure how he does it.
Solomon
Solomon forgets to shower fairly often, since he gets distracted by much more important things, like testing out a new incantation or experimenting in the kitchen. He prefers a quick cleanliness spell to a full shower if he thinks he can get away with it, but it's a little like skipping a shower and just applying deodorant; it helps, but how much, really? When he does take a conventional shower, he likes the water to be cool.
Simeon
Simeon showers at the same time every night. He likes the water to be nice and warm, but not hot, and he uses fruit-scented soap and shampoo. His showers take just about five minutes, and he spends the time humming to himself and planning the next day.
Luke
Luke would like you to know that he takes showers, not baths, thank you very much, because he is not a child, but a thousand-year-old celestial entity with enough dignity to clean himself without a rubber ducky by his side. (Doth he protest too much? Probably.)
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Price, Soulmate (shared pain), âsorry, my loveâŠâ
Thank you so much! Love your writing! â€ïžđ«¶
A PRICE REQUEST!! I decided to keep this happy because god knows this fandom needs it
Pairing: John Price x Fem!Reader (I had to make him say missus⊠ignore it and itâs Gn!Reader)
Soulmate AU - Sorry My Love
You truly loved your husband. A military man, through and through, but you didnât mind. His missions were difficult, but he always came back to you. Just like he always promised.
Although sometimes, you wondered what you got yourself into by marrying him. Because although absolutely adoring him, his team was a little interesting.
When you met John Price, he had warned you in low tones that he was a package deal. You get him, then you have to put up with his team. Soap, whoâs roped you into plenty of pranks. Gaz, who makes the best damn burgers youâve ever had. And Ghost, who had quietly pulled you aside when you first met John and threatened to ruin your life if you hurt John.
They were loyal men. Close-knit. And just by being with John, you found yourself stuffed in with them.
âI think you get him something flashy for his gun.â Soap tells you. Youâre relaxed in an outdoor chair next to him, watching John and Gaz cook burgers for the 141 cookout.
âLike what?â You ask. Youâre civilian â sure youâve seen your husband mess with his gun, but that doesnât mean you know the first thing about them.
âDunno.â He shrugs, and you silently sigh. You blame the Scottish for creating him.
âNo cheese, right love?â John calls over to you, glancing back. You canât help but smile at him, the sight of your husband. Even though heâs wearing the hat thatâs practically glued to his head, you still adore him.
âYeah!â Soap shouts back at him.
âIs your name love?â John turns, crossing his arms.
âIt can be.â You watch as Soap wiggles his shoulders suggestive, and John just groans and turns back to the burgers.
He already knows you donât want any cheese, anyway. You never do. Meanwhile, he loves it.
âOne day your soulmate is going to be jealous of your flirting ass.â You inform Soap.
To your knowledge, he hasnât found his soulmate yet. Nobody in the 141 except John has. Sharing pain is something difficult to figure out; you only figured it out because you had accidentally splashed hot coffee all over him. When you felt the burning sensation on your chest that he was also feeling, it was fairly obvious.
Most people went their whole lives without meeting their soulmate. Sometimes, people who did meet their soulmate were better off as friends, or maybe they were siblings. Youâre damn lucky that your soulmate is also the love of your fucking life.
âMaybe my soulmateâs a flirt too.â Soap volleys back.
âOr maybe theyâre like Ghost, and are a rock.â
âIâm a rock?â Ghost asks, and you jolt up. When the fuck did he even get behind you? Damn military men. People that large should never be able to move that quietly.
âIâ no!â You exclaim, trying to dig your way out of the hole youâre in. âYou just donât flirt as much as Soap, I mean.â
He blinks at you from behind his mask. John told you once that he always keeps it on, gives him a sense of safety. You didnât question it. Ghost liked John, looked out for him, so he was perfectly alright in your books.
âDonât think anyone flirts as much as Soap.â He says gruffly, taking your vacant chair.
Well, thatâs true. You nod in agreement, and then hightail it over to your husband.
âHey.â You greet him, looping your arm with his as he flips a burger. âFoodâs looking good.â
John glances over his shoulder at Ghost in your seat, then down at you. âGhost take your seat? Iâll make him move, lovie, he shouldnâtââ
âHe didnât take my seat.â You cut him off, laughing. âWanted to come see my husband anyway.â
He lights up, grinning. âRight choice.â
John leans down, pressing his lips to yours. No matter how many times you kiss, you always want more. Need more, really.
A burning pain shoots through the tip of your pointer finger, and both you and John jerk back with pained noises. Looking down at your finger, thereâs no mark. Your idiot husband, on the other handâŠ
âShit.â He hisses, looking down at the red mark on his finger. âAccidentally hit the grill. Sorry, my love.â
Your finger is still aching, which means his is too. And yet, he still made it a priority to apologize for causing you pain.
âIâll grab the mustard.â You say, giving him another quick kiss. âDonât touch it again!â
Turning away, you move for the bottle on the nearest table. You uncap it, squeezing a little bit onto his finger. Itâs meant to help with burns; maybe a myth, but worth a shot.
âYouâre the best.â John murmurs, squinting at his finger. âI can already feel it healing.â
You snort. âI can feel it hurting too, you dumbass. Let Gaz do the rest of the cooking.â
He steps back, making eye contact with Gaz and nodding to the grill before looking back at you. âAnything for the missus.â
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Day 8: Masturbation
Warnings: Smut, masturbation (m + f), fingering (f receiving), if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!
Kinktober
After trying so hard with the relationship you finally gave up, ending it with him, you just couldn't take the arguing and the distance and the this and the that, it was just all too much for you and you couldn't do it anymore.
Axl still loved you, anyone he loved, he loved hard and he couldn't let it go, so he let you stay with him. He'd leave money around for you to find, hoping you'd just take it and not question him on it or something, he'd bring you gifts by just leaving them on your pillow or somewhere else in your room for you to find.
He'd never give you anything himself, both because he didn't want to come off as needy or clingy but also because he couldn't risk you rejecting it.
Axl loved you, and while he loved giving you gifts he just needed you sometimes. Bad.
It was late, you were at work and Axl was alone in bed, alone... His mind was wandering and soon so was his hand.
He reached for his nightstand, pulling out the drawer and taking the lotion and pictures of you he save out. He pumped some of the lotion onto his hand, his boxers long tossed aside, and started stroking his half hard cock.
With his other hand he looked through the pictures of you he'd kept, most weren't sexual, there was the odd one or two, most were just pictures of you he had.
He didn't want to get over you, you were so pretty, your personality was everything he could want and more and he just had to go and fuck it up.
His hand moved faster as he stared at that picture of you standing in front of the Eiffel tower. You wore a flowy dress with a slit in the leg, puffy sleeves and a sunhat, large glasses and that smile he couldn't get enough of.
You didn't want to take the picture, Paris was so over romanticized and people were staring, mostly at Axl, but he thought you looked so perfect, he needed to capture the moment and the wind added to the moment in the best way.
"Axl..?" You muttered from the door, yanking Axl from his thoughts just as he was about to cum, his body hot, chest heaving and his head rolled back.
His eyes widened as he saw you standing in the doorway of his room, eyes filled with tears as you stared at him in his hand.
You quickly made your way across the room and over his lap, not before getting out of your work pants and underwear, lips crashing down on his.
Axl's arms wrapped around you, holding you close and kissing you deeply. Despite everything in his being telling him to keep going he had to pull away, make sure you were ok. "What-what happened..?" He asked through laboured breaths.
"I-I just had... a really, really bad day... do this for me." Your hand went down to your already wet cunt, rubbing your clit in loose circles.
You tried to lean back into the kiss but Axl held you back. "I wanna watch." That sentence alone got you hotter than any of the other assholes you'd seen had managed to make you.
Axl's hand went back to himself, watching your hips twitch and buck into your hand, slim fingers working fast as your eyes flickered over him, his chest rising and falling, dark eyes staring intently. He couldn't get enough of you like this.
"Slow down." He purred, holding off on his own high. "You and I both know you don't like that." You slowed your movements, moaning out at the sensations it creating deep within you.
Why did he have to know you so well?
He kept giving you instructions, it was all laced in love but edged with degrading terms and a tone of mockery. "This is your own fucking body, why are you so shit at doing this?" He grumbled.
You huffed, tears rolling down your eyes. All you wanted was him at this point, your hand was never gonna be enough, not when he was right here with you. "Then you do it!" You whined, moving off his lap and folding your arms over your chest, sniffling softly.
Axl stared at you a moment, hand stopping on his length.
He snaked an arm around your waist and pulled you closer to his side, hand going down to rub your clit. He leaned down to you, lips caressing the shell of your ear. "Just relax, let me do it."
#guns n roses#guns n roses fanfic#guns n roses x reader#gnr#guns n roses smut#gnr fic#gnr fanfiction#gnr x reader#guns n roses imagine#gnr smut#gunsnfuckinroses#gunsnroses#guns and roses#axl rose gnr#axl gnr#gnr rp#axl rose smut#axl rose imagine#axl rose fanfiction#axl rose#axl rose x reader#kinktober 2024#kinktober
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RARE EDITBLR SHOCKING HOT TAKES THAT WILL SHOCKINGLY SHOCK YOU!!!!!
following trends and doing what's popular is okay because it allows people to gain interactions and a bigger following by doing what's popular!! and it's also okay because trends are usually what people like, so it makes sense if someone genuinely enjoys following a trend!! people can branch out, do their own thing, and find their own style later!
actively expressing positivity, and helping or encouraging each other is what will help a community. making big rant posts, or rant accounts centered around negativity, without offering even a simple solution to fix the problems you're calling out, is not helping!!
(the other ones are under the cut. also feel free to reblog with editblr hot takes that will shockingly shock you!!)
sometimes things just... aren't a big deal. sometimes it genuinely does not matter
another person's personal business, creative decisions, etc. is not your business!
if you see someone who's not really educated on a certain topic or issue (and i mean, genuinely not educated. i don't mean people who are ignorant), the best move to take is to: patiently and kindly educate them! the worst move to take is to: yell at them and cancel them for not being as informed as you are.
people need to be careful with the words they throw around. it's not good to overuse words that have a very big weight on them, because those are important and sensitive words that shouldnt lose their meaning because people kept using them lightly. (what i mean is: people who throw around the words racist, ableist, etc. all the time even when what they're complaining about is not really either of those things.)
on the topic of words: it's important to be careful of the words you use online, and it's also important to be patient with people who worded their statements badly on accident.
don't treat every person like they're your friend. be aware of their boundaries and don't be overly comfortable with them if you don't actually know them. you are not automatically entitled to someone (or their personal business, or anything else) just because you're mutuals.
don't treat every person like they're your enemy. maybe you don't really need to be doubtful and passive aggressive towards a random person you see online.
gatekeeping kinda sucks tbh
god sometimes i find editblr so stupid like how do you create so much drama from a community that edits anime characters. how just HOW. and why.
please don't forget the other people behind the screen. the network of other people behind their screens. please.
sometimes people take the littlest problems and turn them into something HUGE even if it could all just be solved by a couple of civil conversations in dms. sometimes people take the littlest things and slap the "PROBLEMATIC!!!!!!!" label on it without even trying to understand what it is they're labeling as "PROBLEMATIC!!!"
people get followers then their ego becomes so high and they treat other people like dirt and think that their word is fucking scripture or something
oh yeah another hot take: i don't really like low contrast cluttered maximalist edits but if it's actually someone's style then I'll let it pass especially if it's good /silly
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Hi Lena hope you've been well! Just wanted to say I've been loving the alpha and Patreon goodies (can't wait to jump Red's bones đ„°)! I had a question that I'm not sure has been answered before: For the inner circle members with their own squad of recruits to train, what is their leadership style like? (ie. if someone were to be a fly on the wall during trainings, what would they see? (the Chase scene with our squad had me SCREAMING đł))
Hi anon, thanks for your great question! I hope you've been well too, and thank you so much for your lovely words! I'm so glad you're enjoying the alpha build and Patreon goodies, that's so motivating to hear! đ„čđ
Blade: Blade basically hand-picked his squad to create clones of himself, so he essentially has a death-squad of elite assassins who have a similar personality to him, whether due to nature or his training LOL. He's naturally pretty strict and has those rigid Ket standards of what's acceptable behavior and what's not, but because they were already so terrified of him and so intimidated and honored to have been picked by Day 1, his squad was so eager to gain his approval that they've never really had any true issues, lol. You hardly ever see him interacting with them, but he could turn his head and speak a quiet word and one of them would materialize out of thin air like a royal guard shadowing his king, lmao! The other recruits are scared of them đ
Trouble: he's in turns quite strict with his squad and also quite friendly and jocular with them! He's just as prone to be found drinking with them as he is scaring them witless by bawling orders at them like an army commando and forcing them to sprint through mud obstacles while he's pelting them with rubber bullets. He has a surprisingly soldierly demeanor when it comes to training and field discipline, which I find hypocritical, given what a pain he is about authority and taking orders from other people and his general rebellious spirit... đ strangely, this hot-and-cold demeanor does not prevent his squad from being obsessed with him, lol
Tallys: Tallys has the kind of presence where she never acts any differently, no matter what situation she's in, which really makes people pay attention to her! It's kind of like those people who say something in such calm, even tones that you find yourself really leaning forward to hear them and find yourself intent and hanging on every word they say? She hardly ever raises her voice or shouts at her squad, but she doesn't really have to... her coolness makes them crave her approval so much that it's kind of a "yes mommy đ„ș" energy with them lol, she only needs to communicate what she wants with a glance and they're running to do it!
Shery: she doesn't really have her own squad, she has a team of staffers who work under her! They mostly get along great, though sometimes some of them can accidentally take advantage of Shery when they're being thoughtless--it's not really malicious or on purpose, it's just that they don't really hesitate to ask her for a longer break or a day off, and sometimes that workload ends up falling on her! But overall things between them all run fairly smoothly, especially because she has other people (including Caine) who keep an eye out for that!
Riel: Riel also doesn't have his own 'squad,' per se, but a team of staffers... he basically just treats them like they're the hired help lol, he knows their names and whatnot, but he's basically the extremely busy CEO and they're just like the administrative assistants scampering after him as he strides into the office and starts rapping out orders lol!
Beyond the necessities of work, he hardly acknowledges or exchanges a word with them, but they learn so much just from watching him maneuver and think and politick lol, so they're very grateful to just be in his proximity!
Chase: Chase is extremely slack with his recruits... He teaches them the skills they need to know, and they're quite good at what they do, but the team discipline on that squad is like a 0, lol. He's done a lot of his own "teaching" and leading in Thieves Guild, taking younger or more inexperienced thieves under his wing to show them the ropes, so he's sort of not into doing the whole thing all over again, lol. To be completely honest, he basically lets his squad do whatever they want and only interacts with them during mandatory training and missions. Like a really chill TA or substitute teacher who shows up because they have to but lets you watch a movie or go hang out in the hall or something, go nuts kids, he's not really the boss of you!! As a result, his squad adores him, but they're also really chaotic partiers lol. Once in a blue moon they'll try to wrangle him like "CAPTAIN!! You promised you would be here to train us at dawn, why are you two hours late?!" "sorry guys, I got lost on the road of life~~"
Red: I feel like his entire squad is hopelessly in love with him, lol. He basically teaches them like they're his interns or teacher assistants and he's a professor; he's fairly mild-mannered and hands-off, but they do learn a lot from him and respect him immensely (to the point of practically hanging on his every word). Having his own squad is extremely low-priority for him (he prefers deploying on his own missions and focusing on his research, plus he still teaches some classes at the Circle now and then), so he often lumps them in with his classes or is on hand to advise them as they run their own missions, but he's more of an advisor or "teacher who sponsors your extracurricular club" rather than being "club president," if that makes any sense?? Like you typically go to him for help, which he's always willing to provide, rather than he's the one really pushing for more time together!
Ayla: at first she hated the idea of having her own squad of dweeby little recruits, but now that she's used to it, she relishes having someone to boss around! She trains them like a drill sergeant, barking orders and subjecting them to Mr. Miyagi-style domestic chores with a sadistic kind of relish, but they're still extremely proficient at what they do. They're also terrified of her. She does abuse her power slightly sometimes by like making them pull the weeds outside her window, but it's typically as punishment for some legitimate misdeed... typically.
Briony: her squad didn't initially take her very seriously because she came off as a bit nervous and burbly and not really an authoritative figure, and her amnesia puts her at a real disadvantage, so initially they would be like, "oh the high lord of Lancastre is in town today, I wonder if there will be trouble" Briony: "who is that :D"
So for a little while, her squad were sort of bewildered by her, and it started to become a dynamic where they were on the surface nice but somewhat condescending, like, "hey guys, could you go do so-and-so?" "...sure captain đ we'll get right on that!" They'd eventually do it, but they'd take their damn time, which is something Ayla, Trouble, or Blade would never tolerate, but Briony would pretend not to notice!
But then they saw her pulverize a tree with her fist for the first time (._.), and now they're very meek and obedient! Nowadays they get along well, and she treats them warmly like they're all friends, and they're pretty tight-knit, though Briony still has some trouble outright ordering them to do things rather than requesting it nicely like they're equals/comrades-in-arms... she's not fully comfortable with having command over anyone yet!
Lavinet: Lavinet, as a late-comer, actually got to pick her own squad rather than being assigned one, so she was able to avoid the inevitable resentment and defiance of a random team who probably would have doubted her skills due to her being a noble and thought she was some kind of nepo baby who bought her way in! The people she ended up picking tended to be people who appreciated and understood who she was and wanted to work with her. As a result, she's quite polite and amiable with them and doesn't have to get strict, though she secretly longs for the ability to just let loose one day and start barking orders like one of the others... That wouldn't be seemly, though! Even as an instructor and a captain, she still has to maintain her courtly composure and just delivers her orders in a calm tone (which sounds more icy and deadly when she's displeased).
Halek: squad? what squad? He already had the Black Shield Hunters, the elders, and Naolin dogging him around everywhere, now he has to babysit some snotty recruits? he can't even teach them anything, he basically just joined! đ© he spends a lot of time dodging them and hiding places to nap, but either they or someone like Blade or Tallys go and drag him back by the ear. Eventually he had to be like, "...you really want me to train you?" "yes!" "the way I was trained to hunt demons?" "YES!" "...okay... if that's really want you want..."
*cue the most grueling, back-breaking military regiment you've ever seen* The White Order doesn't play around with how it trains its younglings, so he just applies the same techniques to his squad! If he has to be awake and suffering, so do you :') He doesn't yell at them or anything, you just look into the slight malice in his courteous smile as he asks you to get on your knees and crawl into a mysterious hole and you suddenly feel a deep, existential terror...
#Shepherds of Haven#all characters#romance options#training#recruits#the order of the shepherds#order of the shepherds#captains#captain#squad#the squad
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Some Loose Thoughts on Queer Rep (Specifically Aspec Rep)
(Just in advance I'm going to dunk on Alastor from Hazbin Hotel like a lil' bit, as a treat. Mainly the team that made him and what he represents, but still. If that's rage bait for you, I suggest maybe dipping out now)
I have a theory that queer media needs both queer characters and queer genre characters. The difference is very important.
I think a queer character would be a character in a story about their queerness. For some reason the only two characters I could think of are the guy from Love, Simon (What was his name again?) and the protagonist from Rubyfruit Jungle, which should express the weird and complicated relationship I have with this particular archetype.
Queer stories centered around queerness are definitely needed, but at the same time I feel like we're just starting to come to terms with the desperate need for the alternative, which are queer characters in genre media that contain overarching plots larger than their sexuality. Not separate, necessarily (Their queerness certainly influences things), but just beyond. This is more accessible for a variety of artists, which is also the reason why it can be a flop or a massive success.
We get more of this than ever for gay and sapphic characters, as well as some trans folks and occasionally non-binary. It's definitely way less seen in aspec characters, and even less respected. I started thinking this way because the internet is flooded with references to fucking Alastor from Hazbin Hotel as an aroace character and - like - god, I don't get it.
Like you can have your serial killer comfort character, that's fine. But latching onto him as representation for the entire aspec community when he was only confirmed to be aroace through a reference in a livestream and the weakest joke onscreen is pretty disheartening. It definitely reads like this part of his identity was added pretty late in his character development, and by a team of people that didn't seem to consider what the response and reaction would be and how they'd handle it.
I also wish the newest aspec icon in media wasn't created by a team so adamant on encouraging shipping culture above actually respecting the identity they've decided to provide representation for. Like I see it means a lot to people to have an aroace character doing something cool in a fun TV show that doesn't necessarily have anything to do with their identity. Then there's like four other people right behind that person who really wants that person to be romantic and fuck.
And like, yeah, aroace people can do that sometimes. It's a spectrum, I know. But can't we start with a baseline representation before providing proof of fluidity?
I just think we deserve better. Like a character who in the media is established to be aspec, and people are like "great" and move on to fight robots or do magic or whatever. And the person can be morally grey, or even a total dick, but like I'd personally prefer something with a little more depth than Hot Topic genericism.
Like don't get me wrong, I'll take some sort of eldritch horror as my representation, but...make him at all horrifying? Like everyone talks about how he has Eldritch powers, which I know to mean unfathomable and maddening. But I've seen everything he does in the canon of the show and it is both incredibly fathomable and makes me feel normal and sane. Yog-Sothoth this man is not.
But yeah, I don't think there's a solution here besides more aspec artists creating aspec characters in their work. That way people can still like Alastor if they want, but he's not like the only viable option in terms of representation in the media. Let me see lovingly-crafted cool guys and dipshits and chaos goblins and little babies and True Horrors, all of whom have varying degrees of distaste or indifference towards sex and romance.
Do it. We need it. Please.
#writeblr#writers on tumblr#writing community#asexual#aromantic#aspec#asexuality#aroace#asexual representation#authors of tumblr#hot takes i guess
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Propaganda
Marion Davies (Show People, the Patsy)â JUSTICE FOR MARION DAVIES. I am always so upset when I learn that some people STILL think she was some untalented pretty face who was only a success because of her relationship with Hearst. Please watch literally any of her movies, silent or sound, to see how untrue this is. She was successful in spite of Hearst's constant meddling. She really shines as a comedienne. Just watch her imitate other silent stars in The Patsy, or her screwball antics in Show People. I've watched so many silents just for her, but she was also really good in sound films, too, like Blondie of the Follies. She's absolutely adorable, and she deserves to be recognized for her talent, alone.
Rita Hayworth (Gilda, Cover Girl)âAbsolutely, drop-dead gorgeous. She steals every movie sheâs in; she was Fred Astaireâs favorite dance partner, as you can see in clips from their movies [link][link]. Born Margarita Carmen Cansino, Rita's story had its tragediesâher father was awful and had her performing in nightclubs way, way too young; the studio totally remade her look because they were afraid of her hispanic image, putting her through painful treatments and diets; she had a string of failed marriages. But beside all that, I think there's something about Rita that still glows throughâan inner beauty that has nothing to do with the studio, or the men who pinned their dreams on her. Rita brings an incandescence to roles that's impossible to replicate, and was truly a great actress in that she could switch from herselfâshy Margaritaâinto a bold and glamorous femme fatale so convincingly everyone fell in love with her as Gilda. She's my favorite movie star, and I think she was a beautiful human through and throughâRita, gorgeous and real and shining bright.
This is round 3 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.
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Marion Davies:
the queen of comedy
 If anyone is looking for a tragic infamous funny fav, this is your girl! She came from a catholic convent to become a showgirl! As many of these early Hollywood stars, she fell victim to falling in love with the wrong man. She had a long lasting affair with a older powerful married man, William Hearst. Their story was so iconic and scandalous that it is largely what inspired Citizen Kane. She gained her fame through him, which eventually gathered her the reputation of being social-climbing and taking advantage of more her looks than her talent. This made her controversial, which wasn't helped by her flirty fun personality and attitude towards other actors (including Charlie Chaplin). All of this hate meant that she was eventually ostracized by Hollywood and even blamed for Hearst's death. My poor girl was excitable, funny, charismatic, energetic, and extremely talented. I believe that at her heart and soul, she was truly a clown. She possesses an incredible gift for mimicry, a deceptively animate face, and an absence of on-screen ego that allows her to throw herself into anything, no matter how foolish or potentially embarrassing, with all of her considerable energy. And it's those ridiculous moments that are almost always her best in film, because to me, that's really who she was. She was silly and sweet and so so so so so funny! And she deserved better than the tragedy of the life she got.
Rita Hayworth:
Do you need any other propaganda? Hereâs the video.
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She was not called "the love goddess" for nothing: beautiful, glamorous, despite playing sexy and provocative roles her inherent shyness somehow also would shine through sometimes, creating this contradictory and incredibly attractive image
Often played "the bad girl" who tempted the male hero away from "the good girl"; but did have roles that broke her out of that mold. She was also the inspiration for Jessica Rabbit. THE pinup girlie.
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She was soo beautiful when she was young and she MAINTAINED that beauty into her later years and I think that old lady glamour is hot. bombastic sex appeal
every line she delivers in gilda is so flirty and passionate or absolutely desolate and it's so good
I just have a lot of feelings about her
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July OC of the Month: Luna Auclair
Please welcome July 2024's OC of the Month: @peonierose's Luna Auclair
Each month, we highlight one MC or OC on our Meet My MC / OC List. They are selected randomly on the Wheel of Names, and eligibility requirements can be found here. We accept MC / OC profiles on an ongoing basis. Please feel free to send yours in!
Learn more about Luna below
1- In your own words, tell us what you like most about your MC / OC.Â
I love how passionate and carefree Luna is. She loves and gives without expecting anything in return. She is an amazing character, one Iâd love to be friends with (because sheâd know some hot guys and could get me a date đ
). Overall, sheâs very sweet, but hurt her friends or family, and youâll get to know another side of Luna.Â
Sheâs just a good soul with good and bad sides, which I love. Luna is sunshine mixed with a little hurricane.Â
2- Do you feel your MC / OC is like you at all? How are you alike or different?
There are some things Luna and I share. We both struggle with anxiety. We both have a similar eye color (blue-green) and a shade of blonde hair. Hers is lighter than mine. We both share the love we have for our friends and family. We do share the same taste in guys or are somewhat similar đ
. We are different in the sense that Luna is a more creative soul, and sheâs less stubborn than me đ
.Â
3- What is most important to your MC / OC? What is their motivation in life?
Luna just wants to leave a good impression on people and life itself. She thinks if you send positivity into the world, good karma will return to you.Â
To make memories thatâll last a lifetime. A life well lived and one thatâs cherished.Â
4- What are their biggest pet peeves/dislikes?
People who are judgmental of others
Liars
Tourists/Locals who endanger animals (in the ocean and on land alike) and litter (throwing their trash everywhere, including the ocean)Â
5- If your MC / OC could change one thing - anything - what would it be?
Less war, hate and negativity in this world. Just live and let live.Â
6- What is your MC / OC's favorite quote or song?Â
Lunaâs favorite quote is a Hawaiian saying her grandmother always mentions: âAâOHE PUâU KIâEKIâE KE HOâAâO âIA E PIâI â (No cliff is so tall it cannot be climbed.)
7- Other facts about Luna
Luna got her Bachelor of Fine Arts at the University of Hawaii. She specialized in ceramics, drawing, painting, and sculpture. Currently, she teaches art at the University of Hawaii, but she wants to have her own gallery in Honolulu to showcase her art and show how proud she is to call Honolulu her home.
She actually has a sweets drawer; Bryce always makes fun of her but secretly takes some caramel-covered almonds from Lunaâs drawer, and she pretends she doesnât notice đ
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Her favorite painting by Lindsay Wilkins is âAkala Sunsetâ (akala = pink in Hawaiian).
8- Is there anything else youâd like to share about your MC / OC?Â
I created Luna while going through a rough patch in my life. I was fired from my job during COVID, and so many other things were happening, so I was looking for something to help me deal with things. Thatâs when I found Tumblr and all these wonderful people. At first, I hadnât even thought of writing anything, but then I kept having this idea for an OC, and I wrote down a fic, and it went from there.Â
Luna inspires me daily. To live in the moment, to enjoy life. To spend less time on my phone (even if itâs where all my notes about stories and characters live đ
) and to spend more time with my friends and family. To love pink. Be more positive in life, and not let the bad days win. To simply be more me, my sometimes weird, full-of-energy Aries self.
Iâm also SO grateful I created Luna and all my wonderful stories. Thank you to anyone whoâs ever given my characters and stories a chance. I will never be able to express my thanks and gratitude đ„°.
Also, here is a little thank you letter from Luna.Â
Dear you,
Whatever happens in life, whether good or bad, donât take it too personally; donât let it consume you. Just try to breathe out and let it go (yes, it can be like the song from Frozen đ„°) I learned a long time ago that if you carry hate and bad vibes with you, itâll be like a bad smell, you canât get rid of, and you donât want that do you? So be you!!!!!! However, you choose to be, whatever you wear, how you express yourself. Be you!!!! And maybe live close to a place that has a lot of sun and a beach (just saying, vitamin D is good, you know, and yes, the advice came from Bryce đ„°)Â
Whoever needs to hear this: I see you. You are loved; you are worthy. This world wouldnât be the same place without you in it. Never forget that!
Lots of love Luna
#cfwc oc of the month#oc of the month#playchoices#open heart#luna auclair#choices fic writers creations#choices stories you play#peonierose
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Feminine girlfriend headcannons
request: no
pairing: bella ramsey x fem!reader
tw: fluff, feminine!reader, mentions of public affection, mentions of men,
summary: headcannons of Bella having super feminine girlfriend <3
a/n: before anything, i do not want people to think I am gendering makeup, dresses etc. âfeminineâ becase idk how else to call it and regardless of if youâre a female/male/non-binary you can dress/wear makeup how ever you want, okay I hope you understand, enjoy<33
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đ first of all I just know bella would love watching you getting all dolled up even to just go shopping
đ bella being hot, rich actor would definitely spoil you as much as he can, they would buy you any clothes or makeup you desire
đ sometimes she would let you do their makeup or skincare but just becase he canât say no to you
đ I feel like bella would love when you wear mini skirts/dresses, but hate when others, especially men are staring!!
đ even tho your closet is mostly pastel-coloured, you love wearing bellaâs baggy tomboy t-shirts
đ and they would love you wearing them even more
đ most of the time bellaâs amazed with the magic you can do with makeup or the complicated hairstyles youâre able to create on your head
đ whenever you get the opportunity you love to curl their hair cuz they look amazing with the waves (the gifđ§đżââïž)
ANYWAY
đ bella loves to show you off so whenever she has some event going on, they take you to the red carpet with her and always make sure you two are matching
đ if you are also famous sheâs at all of your important events/premieres!!
đ one of bellaâs love languages is gift giving so whenever he sees you admiring a new bag or a fancy dress, few days later you have it laying on your bed in a gift bag/box with a small gift-card from your lovely partner <33
đ whenever a dude in a public is staring at you they always wrap an arm around your waist and hold you closer to them
đ bella loves shopping with you, their favorite part is when you get home and youâre trying on all the stuff you bought putting on a little show
đ you have matching bracelets you made for the two of you awwh
đ talking about bracelets bella loves buying you a fancy jewelry, they definitely got you a promise ring on your either b-day or anniversary
đ letâs stick to the rings; whenever you buy a new ring for bella they wear it for next interview and whenever the interviewer mentions their ring sheâs always like âyeah, my gf got me this!â
đ bellaâs definitely a sucker for thighs so when youâre wearing short skirt itâs hard for them to keep their hands to themselves
đ if youâre the type of person that would say âthere is nothing in thereâ while staring at the closet filled to bursting with clothes theyâd would just raise an eyebrow and give you one of their comfy grey sweatshirt <33
đ matching earrings!!!
đ you stealing one of their t-shirts and them asking you after like 6 moths if you donât know where that t-shirt is
đ when you and bella officially announced that you are a couple people were shocked cuz you âdidnât look gayâ ( no because how are we fem!lesbians/bi/pan girls supposed to look gay? )
đ if you are not famous, you definitely had a social media and dating an actor kinda helped raising the numbers up so you may or may not started thinking about posting grwmâs/makeup tutorials if you do bellaâs always commenting something like âfirstâ or âcan I get a hiđ„șâ
đ last but not least you two would definitely became the âit coupleâ as the perfect example of masc! and fem! or some shit like that. đ
#bella ramsey x reader#bella ramsey#the last emoji is ironic btw#ellie williams x reader#bella ramsey fanfic#beldro ramscal#bella ramsey fluff#bella ramsey the loml#feminine gf#bella x fem!reader#second post today what is going on omg??#in my active era fr#lia writes đ·đïž
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gf!Ethan landry x Reader
Word count: 1158
Warnings: mentions of sex, murder, and nude photos
Notes: Sorry yâall, I deleted the other post. But hereâs a new work and enjoy!
Ethan had first properly talked to you when Chad introduced him to the friend group. I say properly because he had always noticed you. Since you had connections with people he was likely going to murder, he stalked you too. Mostly you. When the time came, he knew he wanted to leave you out. You had no partake in the death of Richie, his brother.
Over time, a couple months, you and Ethan had been getting friendlier and friendlier. Soon telling your friends that you two were dating. Ethanâs feelings for you were all real and not apart of his plan to get closer to the friend group. No lies being told whenever he said âI love youâ. And not just using you to actually lose his virginity.
Even before dating, just friends, he saw how confident you came off. Spoke up when someone commented about your friends being âmurderersâ, though he would silently disagree. When you went to parties, barely any clothing actually on because you knew you were beautiful. Beautiful in every way. So well spoken, gorgeous body, face, and energy.
But in your relationship with Ethan, it showed during sex. You always liked being in charge. Riding his dick or edging him. Sometimes he would smirked and looked up at you, about to tell you that you were slowing down. He knew this would get a rise out of you. You would whimper at his response and with all the strength in you, tried to finish riding him. Ethan wasnât necessarily a sub. He just played into your little game. There were nights where he would take over. Tired of your snarky comments and punishing you. Pushing you past your limits. Orgasm after orgasm.
However, tonight was not one of those nights. Ethan had Econ. At least, that's what you thought he was doing. But what he really was doing was putting on his ghost face costume. Lacing his black boots and getting his knife from his desk. Ethan, Quinn, and their dad, had a talk. Talking about who was going to be their next victim. They decided on Anika, Mindy's girlfriend. Mindy was always suspicious of Ethan and it had really annoyed him and Quinn. So they agreed on someone who was very special to her, and that was Anika.
With Ethan gone and your roommates also being gone, you were lonely tonight. Laying on your bed, looking up at your white ceiling. You were listening to your playlist. You had a tall lamp that you could change to certain colors. You decided pink, it was always pink. Your body was clad in one of Ethanâs shirts he left in your room. And underneath was a lacy matching set. You thought maybe he would come over, stressed from his class and you could help him. More dirty thoughts started to appear in your head. A blush formed on your cheeks.
You knew he was in class, but what if you did something? Something that would let him know how much you missed him. So you got off your bed. Taking off Ethanâs shirt and tossing it aside, to lay on your bed. You grabbed your phone. Giggles escaped your mouth, knowing what you were about to do would make him hard, in class.
You walked over to your closet mirrors. Thinking about how you should pose. You sat down on your rug. Your legs tucked underneath your butt. So just your thighs and upper half of your body was showing. You positioned your phone to not showcase your face. Just wanting him to focus on your body. You slightly pulled the sides of your lacy thong up. To let it rest higher on your hips. Creating more of a v shape of the thin fabric. You took a photo and then another. Slightly shifting your position.
You felt hot and could probably get off just by the thought of Ethan seeing these pictures. He would save them in his camera roll. Only for him to see. But if you were being bad, he could tease you about sending them out to the whole college. Of course he wouldnât do that. To possessive over you.
You pulled down the straps of your bra. Showing skin more and more, which could be seen throughout the photos. Not just stopping at the straps, you fully took the lacy bra off. Freeing your boobs. They immediately turned to peaks and your nipples hardened from the cold air. You were about to press down on the camera button when you heard a loud noise.
A blood curdling scream coming from your alley way. Your head turned towards your window. You knew if you got up and walked to your window, you would see what was happening. But you didnât, you thought it probably was a drunk person. And you didnât think much of it. âUmm, okayyyyâ you said while quietly stretching out the y. The screaming had now stopped. You only heard one loud scream.
What really was happening was your boyfriend murdering Anika. Your friend and Mindy's girlfriend. Ethan saw her walking with her headphones. There couldnât have been a better time. Fastly striding towards her, he clasped his hand down on her mouth. Not wanting her to yell. From behind he grabbed ahold of her waist. She was thrashing in his hold and trying to scream for help. But no one was around. While holding her, he took her into the alley way. Turning the corner he looked up and saw pink.
It was your room. He knew that lamp that you would keep on for hours. Always in the color pink. After this mess he could go to your apartment. Wanting to comfort you, even though he was a murderer.
Back to the present time. Anika trying to escape from his hold. He had enough. He grabbed his knife and stabbed her in the throat. All the adrenaline and hurt in her made her scream. A loud, ear covering scream. Anika knew this was it. She didnât get to say goodbye to anyone. Ethan took out his knife from her throat. She dropped dead. He let his leather covered hand swipe her blood off of his knife.
He looked back up at your room. He was only able to see the pink. He began thinking that you were probably already asleep. But boy was he wrong. His phone in his back pocket vibrated. He took off his leather gloves and his mask. He reached for his phone. His lock screen showing multiple notifications from you. So he opened.
It was you. Only in your lacy matching set. The photos showed you posing infront of your closet mirrors. Some with your bra off and some with it on. He couldnât stop looking at the pictures. Just standing in your alley way, infront of Anikaâs dead body. But his full attention on you. Interrupting the silence.
âOh fuckâ
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Lil update in case yâall care ( ê© áŻ
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Iâm moving from my shit apartment starting the beginning of august, and my current semester ends near august 13th. My next semester starts almost 2 weeks after (classes start on the 22nd but itâs good to get it started earlier since most classes open early).
Hopefully by then Iâll be moved out, feel more organized and less stressed, and manage my time a bit better.
Classes are going well despite being super fucking stressful, Iâm at the very least passing for now lol
But as for drawing, besides that one doodle I finished and coloured, I havenât been able to do anything at all. It really disappoints me because I see all this amazing art and my fomo (fear of missing out) gets so bad lol. But I am being responsible and doing my best (â„áșâ„ïŒ)
Thank you guys for your support and kindness and understanding ( âžâžÂŽêł`âžâž)
So in case youâre curious my struggles currently read below lol
So, the place I work at, my store is a corporation and weâve been basically getting babysat by managers from other stores who are also watching their own store, getting paid a shit amount for creating and maintaining not just the scheduling for both stores, but also managing any issues that arise. So weâre on our 4th manager now, and while heâs the sweetest and fucking raddest manager of all times, he is doing the bare minimum for our store. And trust me, I do NOT blame him. To be honest, he is getting paid salary for being a manager of his own store, and itâs like 56k a year or something which isnât bad at all. But watching a completely different store?
75. Dollars. A WEEK?! That is LITERALLY a slap in the face. That is the CEO saying a big ass fuck you to its employees. So of course heâs doing the bare minimum. Coping and pasting parts of the schedule, he never comes into our store, and while heâs attentive when it comes to issues, heâs our only source of upper management support we have.
We have workers who have worked with the company for 3+ years, 8+ years, and 20 years. They know what theyâre doing, but when I am running the shift by myself, I canât rely on my coworkers to get back to me, because they are not obligated to.
So the schedule is pretty awful sometimes. Sometimes weâre over staffed when we couldâve used the help other times, sometimes weâre severely understaffed. Like for example, today was a shit show. We had 3 people during our busiest time. (I work at a coffee shop) and so we have one person on register who also takes care of the food and packs the deliveries, and then one person on the coffee bar is not enough to handle the amount of drinks they get, so I was basically running back and forth to support both positions while also making sure my coworkers got their breaks. Icing on the cake was when we realized it was way too hot inside the cafe and learned our AC is broken AGAIN! It was 84 degrees before I left work. That is miserable running around taking care of hot drinks and food.
This is something I deal with at least 2 times a week
While also doing school work full time, having a strict deadline to follow to submit assignments (thankfully itâs all online so I can be somewhat flexible)
And on top of all of that, Iâm moving in 2 weeks, school finals will be going on by then, and life has been kicking my family in the ass.
My step dad, who Iâve know since I was 6-7, heâs been that second dad to me, I think of him as a hero. He unfortunately has been diagnosed with single cell lung cancer. It had spread to his ribs and femur. While heâs still fighting and going through aggressive treatment, Iâm not sure what the outcome will be. Heâs putting on a strong face, so I canât tell how serious it is.
My grandfather is also in the hospital. Heâs had a heart condition that requires him to wear an AED pacemaker in his chest, and recently it was used because he had a seizure. Heâs not doing too well, and who knows what will happen.
Oh! And my older sisterâs wedding is IN TWO MONTHS! Iâm the damn maid of honor, and I do nottttt like the attention. Sheâs the kinda person who likes big fancy weddings but sheâs doing her best financially to make it happen, though she also was promoted to manager for her store (we work for the same company) and going through that crazy long training is surly not fun lol.
But anyway, thanks for reading my rambles. Sometimes I feel like nobody really cares but I get reminded that there are people out there who are wondering how I am. So this is for you people
(âžâžá”áŽá”âžâž)âËâč á°
#I would kill to be able to draw especially the requests Iâve been getting#ughghgngjhgg school sucks but education is needed#ignore me#sometimes when I get high I feel so much love swelling I just wanna tell yâall how Iâve been and be your best friends#ignore me again#Iâm rambling#time to do ME- I MEAN MATH
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Maybe reader goes into a full autistic/neurodivergent shutdown and Abby helps reader?
(disclaimer: I'll describe it based on my personal experience with shutdowns and also on what I've seen some people sharing. not all autistic people have the same experience, please keep that in mind)
i just KNOW abby would be so so supportive and caring with you!
like depending on the au she could have more or less knowledge about autism, i think doctor!abby could have more experience after appointments with autistic patients and etc. (she went out of her way to learn more in order to create a better experience to them), but either way would first and foremost ask you in simple questions about what you need, as in presenting options for you that doesn't need too much to think about.
"Want me to stay with you?"
"Hey, I brought water for you, babe. I'll leave the bottle in the bedside table"
"You need to eat, bun. I'll bring something for you okay?"
She'll get your favorite food. And if there's none in the house (most of the times you don't run out of your comfort food, but anything can happen) she calls for some delivery - she's not leaving you the first times because she doesn't know what you might need.
The lights bother you even more in shutdowns, so she'll have just one light on in the house, maybe the bathroom because it's central, or the kitchen because it's farther from your room. Sometimes you like to watch your favorite show or favorite movie on and on, so she tries not to interrupt.
There are times when you specifically ask her to stay with you, and so she does. If working next to you it's okay, she can lay down by your side and do some, just the very necessary, before giving you her undivided attention. At this point she also knows some lines of the movies, and so she repeats them along and laughs with you.
Abby is a-okay with being your personal weight blanket. Sometimes you just need her to lay on top of you, between your legs, and she stays there happily. You love how warm she is, and that she lets you stim caressing her skin and making braids on her hair over and over.
Once you got months without a shutdown, so when it came it made you so frustrated and nervous. Abby got home to find you laying on the floor due to the very hot day, face swollen with tear trails, only panties on your body; your skin was directly in contact with the cold ground as you looked at the TV.
"Hey, babe", she said, putting the keys on the table. When you didn't answer, she left her bag at the corridor and took out the shoes, coming closer. She crouched next to you, noticing how you weren't looking at her. "Bun? Are you okay?"
You just shook your head, still looking at the TV. Silent, you pulled your phone closer and wrote on the notes app.
The day was shit. it's too hot so i was sweating all the time and I'm already feeling like crap. my boss was so fucking stupid, he doesn't know how to maintain a good work place and just acts like all ableism is just jokes between co-workers when i distinctively told him it's affecting my job. I can't punch that motherfucker of coworker in the face because i would be fired and i need the job. and on top of all of that, traffic was hell, people kept honking all the time up and down, the chatting in the bus sounded louder than usual and i think my body doesn't want to stay together anymore because of this godforsaken heat.
Her blue eyes, bathed by the cool LED of the TV, wandered around the screen as she read you rant. And then she was seating there, not too close but enough for you to feel her presence.
"I'm so so sorry, bun", she whispered, not touching you. Your feet were brushing against each other, since the sensation soothed you, and the open window let the smallest wind come inside the apartment. "Have you eaten?"
I haven't been able to get up after i showered
"Okay. I'll go take a shower myself and then I'll make us something to eat, alright?"
She was next to you all the time that night. She didn't ask you nothing the whole time, just putting the food for you and then sitting there on the floor so you could eat together. Abby didn't come too close because she knew the temperature wasn't ideal and you both didn't had the money to get an air-conditioning yet, she just stated that you could come to her when you felt comfortable to do so and offered her hand to be held in the mean time.
After an impossible to count amount of time, you rested your head on her thigh, still quiet and watching the cartoon.
"Oh my God, Dooffenschmirtz' building looks so much like Ferb. Like, the shape... I never noticed that before", she muttered more to herself, but the fact brought a chuckle out of you. And as simple as it was, it made her chest a little bit warmer; to see you slowly relaxing and regulating.
"Do you want to sleep on our bed or here on the living room, babe?" She asked after a long time, because it was getting late and soon you'd have to sleep.
The living room was cooler than your room, and the mattress could be so hot during the night you'd wake up all sweaty and sticky - if the heat during the day was painful, waking up on drenched sheets would make you so so much worst. And you had that traveling mattress, you could put it on the floor and stay there for the rest of the night, next to the living room window.
"I can stay on the couch so you won't be alone", she added.
I guess I'll sleep here. We can fix the area to be more comfortable. I'll help you.
You stood slowly and the place was soon being organized to better accommodate you both. She got some pillows and thin sheets, you padded the simple mattress and covered the couch with a duvet to make it more comfortable for Abby.
That night she slept with her hand between yours, and you felt so grateful for having someone that would be with you through those times. You kept caressing her hand with your thumb because the stim was soothing you, untill you fell asleep with some cool wind coming from the restless city night.
#asks#ask#anon#lovely people#abby anderson#abby tlou2#abby x reader#abby tlou#abby anderson x reader#abby x reader headcanon#headcanon#abby headcanon#abby the last of us 2#abby the last of us#abby anderson the last of us 2#abby anderson the last of us#abby anderon tlou2#abby anderson tlou#tlou fanfic#tlou fic#tlou abby#tlou2 abby#deblklesb
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The thing is, Tim doesnât realise Kon doesnât know his secret identity until Kon sighs, looks over at him longingly, and says, âMan. Youâd be so good at this.â
âGood at what?â he asks, distracted by the plans heâs got spread out in front of him. Bruce wants an update on Lexâs new office, but Timâs been trying to figure out why the old one has an extra hallway that seems to go nowhere. The last time Lex had a hallway that went ânowhereâ, Tim and Bart had found a cloning lab.
âAll the hero stuff, you know?â Kon says, and Tim blinks. He blinks again, trying to catch up while Kon keeps talking, âLike, youâre super smart, youâre super organised, and youâre totally obsessed with mysteries. Youâd make a great Robin.â
âWhat?â Tim asks, feeling vaguely like heâs been shoved into a mirror dimension. But his undershirt is definitely half-hanging out of his laundry basket, and the Râs on the outside, so he canât have been transported to an alternate dimension sometime within the last two minutes of conversation. Also, wait! he thinks to himself, heâs literally working on a plan to break into Lexâs building with Conner â why would he be doing that if he wasnât-?
âYeah!â Kon says, gaining enthusiasm at Timâs bafflement, âDude, youâre awesome. We could totally make a case. Whereâs your computer? I bet I could get one of your powerpoints in front of Batman. Reasons why Tim Drake should be Robin, created by Superboy and validated by Young Justice.â
âIs it even my powerpoint if youâre going to take credit on making it?â Tim asks, and Kon waves off the question with one hand.
âWell, we canât present a biased opinion,â Kon says, âand everyone in Gotham knows Robinâs the coolest, so if it was just from a civilian Batman may not take it seriously.â
Batman may not take it seriously, Timâs brain repeats to itself, and then Tim has to stop himself from cracking up at the thought of Bruce sitting through a powerpoint on why his current Robin would make a âsuper coolâ Robin.
Presented by Superboy.
âKon,â he says, unable to hide the laughter in his tone. Of course his friend is trying to joke - what other option is there? That Kon doesn't realise he's Robin? âWhat are you talking about? I canât give Batman a presentation on why I should be Robin.â
Konâs mouth twists in a mulish scowl. âDonât,â he says, sounding more annoyed than Tim wouldâve thought at such a joke, âYouâre amazing, Tim. You would make an awesome Robin.â
âI know,â Tim says, and tries to ignore the flip in his stomach at how solemn Konâs expression is, the way heâs serious about every word. Itâs making his face feel hot, that Kon hasnât immediately dropped the compliments, or paired them with an overly flirtatious wink. âCome on, dude, I get it. What bought this on?â
âIt just- itâd be cool to hang out with you at the tower. Or do missions with you,â Kon mumbles and Tim stops entirely.
âKon,â he says, because before it may have been a weird joke Kon was playing, some sort of ego-boost but he knows Kon well enough to read that expression, and- âKon, Iâm Robin. I canât get Batman a presentation on why I deserve to have my own position.â
This time itâs Konâs turn to look shell-shocked. â-what.â
âHow did you not know?â Tim asks, feeling pained and also a little bit like a bad friend â had he inadvertently lied about something, made Kon think he and Robin were different people? Was he not clear enough when heâd introduced himself to Conner and Bart and Cassie, that weekend before Jasonâs attack on the tower? Did Bart and Cassie also not know? Also, wait, back to his first thought of the day: âWhy- why did you think I was helping you plan a break in to Lexcorp?â
âLex sucks?â Kon says, the words an offering, and Tim squints at him.
âYou think a normal civilian would help you commit crime?â
âWhat! How is this a crime?â
âThis is literally breaking and entering! Technically, since Iâm Bruce Wayneâs ward, itâd also be considered corporate sabotage.â
âItâs not a crime if the victim sucks,â Kon mutters bitterly, and Timâs squint gets even more aggressive, brow furrowed.
âKon. What was your explanation for how I knew you were Superboy?â
Kon shrugs, but his face has steadily been getting more and more closed off as his embarrassment deepens. âDude, I said you were good at mysteries. I thought you just- figured it out. I wasnât subtle the first time we met.â
âYou didnât have a name the first time we met!â
âWhat? Oh-â Kon says, âno, okay, the first time I met you as a civvy?â
"Huh?" Tim asks, and Kon cocks his head to the side.
"Yeah! Remember, it was the Mudders charity thing, and Superman and I volunteered in civvies but that girl got stuck in the mud pits so after I went to get her out you helped me hose off and said 'good job Superboy', and then I freaked out and you laughed at me."
"What," says Tim. He does remember that, but there's a key difference between his memory and Kon's- "you were in civvies?"
"Why did you think I kept showing up here as Superboy!" Kon says, this time his turn for exasperation.
"Because I told you my identity?!"
"You said your name was Alvin Draper! You wore contacts!"
"You have x-ray vision! I live with Batman!"
"Tim!" Kon yells, and it's not entirely angry but Kon's suddenly in his face, his hands wrapped around Tim's biceps. "Tim I didn't know! I just thought you were my cool civvy friend who figured out my identity while I was covered in mud and- and-"
Kon's suddenly beaming, and Tim has whiplash.
"Hi, Robin," Kon says, so soft that Tim's heart crawls up his throat with sticky fingers, his face burning. Is there a connection, between the blood rushing to his cheeks, and the migration of his pulse? He knows there's a connection between Kon's palms on his skin and the movement of his heart, at least, but this is-
"Yeah?" he says, and Kon's grin gets bigger.
"I am never ever letting you forget this."
#pre slash ish timkon?#timkon#batfam#identity shenanigans!#snippets#inspired by art of tim sitting LITERCHERALLY at the bat computer and kon being like#đ„ș man you'd make a good robin#and tim being like. um excuse me.#anyway the ending is kinda F!!! :) but i wrote thing <3#also dont @ me i know this isnt canon ok#im SLOW. and BAD at old comics#im TRYING
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