#and it's like. you know. at this point a second job would BARELY help lmao lmao lmao 🙃🙃🙃

[imwritesometimes]

not me getting up super early today to call the store where I bought my fridge last year cause something's already wrong with it but the store doesn't open until 10am 🙃

[serqphites]

been sick for so long and all i need is abby to take care of me like the good girlfriend that she is !!! also look at her lil smile im acc deceased nobody speak to me ever again

16+, modern!au, sfw, throwing up (r!), this is short and ass

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do not even THINK about lying to this girl about your sickness… she will not buy a single second of it.

"abby i promise you i'm-" sneeze, "fine..." is there even any point trying to defend your case any longer when abby is looking at you like an unimpressed, disappointed mother with her hands on her hips?

she's already called issac to tell him that she isn't going to be in work until you're better. he tried to refuse and order her to come in, but abby didn't back down and stood her ground until he eventually backed off because nobody is more important than her girl!!

she quite literally cannot leave you alone, always rushing whenever she has to leave your side just in case you need her (she definitely trips and eats shit on the stairs because she was trying to get back to your room a lil too fast)

laying on her chest!!! her big arms wrapped around you and holding you close, kisses being peppered atop your head whenever she enters a cutscene in whatever game she's playing because you begged her to let you watch her play. it took a little convincing because abby just wants you to sleep and get the rest you need, but the second you flashed her those sad puppy dog eyes she was handing you the controller to let you pick out a game for her to play.

this girl always has tissues on her, stuffing her pockets full of them so she's ready for whenever you need them

i can just picture you making those funny noises people do before sneezing and abby practically TELEPORTING to you and shoving a scrunched up tissue in your face. she would be so proud of herself too and just look at you like "did i help? :D" yes you did sweetie you did such a good job!!!

you can’t convince that this girl doesn’t make the best grilled cheese and homemade tomato soup known to mankind, it’s always her go to when you’re sick (not that you’re complaining because it’s INCREDIBLE)

not being able to sleep because you can’t breathe and you’re just in so much pain, so abby lays awake with you until you eventually fall asleep :( unless she knows you’re okay and asleep she physically cannot fall asleep, her mind won’t let her.

abby for sure keeps a bucket on her side of the bed for in the middle of the night (she doesn’t want you trying to reach for it and accidentally falling and hurting yourself)

abby is jolted awake almost immediately once you yourself wake up with a startle, shooting up into a sitting position as your hands fly to your mouth. she’s springing into action without even realising it, reaching down as quickly as possible to snatch the bucket and place it into your lap. “in the bucket baby, good girl there you go” she mumbles in that raspy sleep voice, one of her hands keeping a hold of the bucket in case you can’t while her free hand moves up to hold back your hair.

abby running you a bath with all of your favourite essentials lined up ready for you (need that). oh and she is 1000000% washing your hair and body for you, she can’t have her baby tiring herself out now can she?

even when you start to feel better she’s still just as attentive, you assure her that she can stop and just take a break but abby just continues whatever she was doing like she literally can’t hear you LMAO

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a/n: i’m genuinely so sorry this is so bad 😭 im still sick and barely had the energy to write this but i just wanted to post something SO bad. hope you’re all having a good day/night !! <3

[katerinaaqu]

Have you seen the new epic saga, it's something alright lmao

Of course I haven't seen it given that I never followed the live streaming to begin with not even in the first two sagas that I genuinely liked, much less now but a friend wanted to fill me in and since you asked and I wanted to be accurate, I tormented myself for almost 16 minutes to listen to the plot changes that I was told there would be and I am like

WHAT THE FUCK DID I HEAR?!!!!!!!!

I am sorry but again speakig purely on plot of course because honestly the music is really solid as always and the singers were amazing to transfer the emotions they wanted to transfer. Loved some of the melodies given, for example the intro of Charybdis was my favorite part I think but I am like HOW IS IT POSSIBLE THAT ALMOST ABSOLUTELY NOTHING OF THE FREAKING ODYSSEY IS IN THIS SAGA?!!!!!! Like he just kept the bare minimum again!

Sorry for the runt but yeah here goes:

"Not sorry for loving you"=> After all that backlash that song got even from the most loyal Epic fans he still kept it. I mean I admire his loyalty to his ideas but like he should have known that the song was not a good idea. I mean it was almost clear from the song's ideas that Jorge would dodge the subject of SA and that he would leave his fans guessing (smart move gotta give him that) at first given the suicide attempt Odysseus make but now it seems almost clear that he would want to dodge the subject just like he dodged the Circe thing it is just that right now he couldn't do it as blatantly because Calypso was an infamous moment of the Odyssey And of course the "I love you" Odysseus said...I said it before and I say it again it reminds me a blunt way to translate the reconsiliation of Odysseus and Calypso in the Odyssey. Okay even Odyssey was interesting in that (see my other analysis) even Homer uses the phrase "they rested by each other's side enjoying their closeness" so in one way even Homer seems to be implying that Odysseus forgives her and even tries to see it from her point of view but honestly what else could he do? Hold a grudge? A day before he would be FINALLY given the tools to make a raft? I think not. It almost felt like Odysseus felt sorry for Calyspo for one second in the Odyssey, when Calypso, a literal goddess, compared herself to his wife. It was an almost pity move on his part at that moment. Dunno what the musical wanted to do with this but this was not the way to do it! All the context of their talk and all was lost! If anything he tried to use a made-up thing, AGAIN to show some compassion for Calyspo. Calypso was already a lonely deity. That tragedy was enough for her. She didn't need any more tear-jerking stories for people to feel for her more in my opinion (kinda like whatever PJO did if I am not mistaken...either way yeah...)

"Dangerous"=> You know...at this point I am not even surprised that he made Hermes and Odysseus interract....like that would be my least of my problems. He does make Odysseus interract with all the gods under the sun in the musical even if Odysseus only interracts with is Hermes at Circe's island ONLY and Athena in the Odyssey and that after he has been through everything! Either way of course we would have Hermes there but like again with all the things we have from "video game logic" or whatever he wants to do...Hermes gives him another bag?! like I have no idea what is going on here! The only thing I would praise here is the emotional preparation for a possible reunion with Athena given how Hermes doesn't tell Odysseus who helped him so maybe he has an emotional load there.

"Charybdis"=> Okay for starters.....WHAT THE FUCK?! What is Charybdis doing AFTER Ogygia?! Not even a flashback!? (and I was wondering where the "Hermes told me" thing came from in that preview) Like where is that damn desperation of Odysseus having to face Charybdis right after he lost everyone?! Alone and hungry in the sea after a terrible storm that took away his men?! I also love it really how everyone thought originally that at least Charybdis would be accurate to the text and everyone was making their analysis and "look how fighting he is here compared to after when he wants to throw himself in the sea in Ogygia" and now it is clear that this thing came AFTER Ogygia for some reason. Like I am not even surprised anymore that some of the most iconic moments of the Odyssey were twisted. It almost seems deliberate at this point like "yeah let's change exactly the most iconic parts" that's why Circe was changed, Sirens were changed, Skylla was changed, Charybdis was changed...even the storm after the Helios island... The intro slaps no lie there but honest I have expressed my opinion on that before and got in trouble but I think that moment of desperation shouldn't be a fucking epic song. It was a man hanging for dear life from a tree! Trying his best not to die! (made also one small thing here) And like I get it, if someone sees that escape as "epic" for being so dramatic and impressive, I get it. have epic music in the background but what on earth with the lyrics? Like "destroy you"?! Really? or "bring it on!" like the last thing Odysseus wanted in the Odyssey was Charybdis to...bring it on! Lol! You may as well speak on the "I'm still fightng here" thing, I totally get it why, but to actually challenge the beast seems totally random. But then again I guess it fits more with THIS context given how he thinks he is now favored by the gods? In the Odyssey he was alone abandoned by all and everything with no hope left so I guess...

"Get in the Water"=> Like okay I have seen this in more replays than I can count from the very beginning from the demos till now. Ironically out of this whole thing it could be lowkey my favorite! Lol! Mainly because it fits the Odyssey PARTIALLY (yeah again Poseidon never wanted to kill Odysseus. That was written straight out in the freaking Odyssey! Even 1997 version that was inacurate as hell in many things did that right!). I would have loved it if this song was Poseidon having a monolog and Odysseus having his cries like "oh no!" or prayers as a second monolog. Like not actually interracting but have two parallel monologs! This trope is not used much and I wish I saw it more. Like Odysseus praying to Poseidon but Poseidon doing his thing alone and the two not having a dialog to each other. Apart from that the song was as we expected so far. Maybe the last part had me a bit iked but again I feel like it would be massively fixed if the two characters had parallel monologs and not actually interracting. I also love it how casually we have Odysseus accuse Poseidon in this saga for destroying his men while he CONSCIOUSLY killed the last of those himself.

"600 strikes"=> I'm sorry but....WHAT THE HELL DID I JUST SEE?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!??!?!?!?! Like I am sorry never felt like good music was so wasted in my entire life ever since the Siren fiasco! Like the song is amazing musically but what the hell did just happen?!?!?!?!?! For starters the underworld has a bus service apparently and all come up... I feel like Jorge uses this as a pattern at this point. When scenes like the underworld attracted so much fans and emotions from people who praised his choice to bring the ghosts and the voices up he wants to use it every time to focus on emotional load in a similar manner (like I said never followed him for real so I am not sure how much of it was planned before and how much of it was done on the way). But yeah of course we would expect the appearance especially with the hype at Love in Paradise. But excuse the fuck out of me WHAT!? Odysseus beating up Poseidon with his FUCKING TRIDENT with the power of friendship?! LOL! I have no idea what to take of this! We do know humans fought gods before (Diomedes looking at you) but ironically to my knowledge NEVER THE BIG THREE! Like you know...fucking ZEUS POSEIDON AND HADES?!? The three main pillars of the world (Heaven Earth Underworld)?! I don't think I ever loved a lyric so much (Odysseus admitting what he became from his trip) and so cringe at the same time (Fucking POSEIDON begging for mercy?! and calling him "monster" for fighting back?!" I am not sure to which to cringe first). Is this supposed to be the part where Odysseus redeems himself against Poseidon?! To dodge the fact that Tiresias DIDN'T give him instructions to break the curse?! So basically Odysseus redeems himself for what he did...by stabbing a fucking god?! Like...remember how Diomedes was cursed by the narrative for stabbing fucking Aphrodite after fucking ATHENA ordered him to?! Yeah right that works! What the hell?! And the final part was supposed to be some sort of redemption from the pattern "All I hear are screams"?! Like "how will you seel at night?" and the response "next to my wife"?! Is that supposed to be the last of the "all I hear are screams" pattern?! Is this supposed to be the ultimate "monster move" of Odysseus or something?! And of course we had to have an encore from the previous bag of winds scene as well like yeah once more the god Poseidon the fucking literal god of seas and land inhabited by humans, the guy who has the epithet Προσκλύστιος (Prosklystios)= the one who strikes against (to imply the waves) was taken down by a bag of winds?! I mean yeah makes total sense!

You know...it almost feels like Jorge read my fanfiction with his men supporting him against the Trojans! Looooool just kidding I just am too shook by the random things that come out of that magic hat! Like yeah Odysseus swimming, literally SWIMMING for two days in a fucking storm to reach Scheria was not epic enough apparently...we needed some sort of final boss god fight here...like Hades game or something like yeah...what's next?! Odysseus will shoot fucking ZEUS with his bow with the blessings of Athena to get even in thenext saga?!

Also of course we have sped up plot again because screw the Phaeaceans, the very reason Odysseus even TELLS HIS STORY! The one we could have his redemption, his cry and the move of compassion from them (not to mention it makes so much more sense than someone traveling on a freaking RAFT from Calyspo's island all the way to Ithaca since the Phaeaces gave him a ship and all) unless they somehow pop up later which I doubt... I also heard that the storm or whatever is signifying Penelope the coming home of her husband? Not sure again not following but yeah

To conclude as always music-wise really solid work very good harmonies and by n large very good intros

Plot wise

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!?!?!?!?!?!?

Again I deeply apologize on the Epic fans out there and even to the creator himself if I sound harsh! I know but still...I just cannot anymore...the plot is like killing me!

and these are my PERSONAL OPINIONS! If you love it good for you guys! I just had enough of it really. Is it impressive? HELL YEAH is it creative ABSOLUTELY!! is it good? To me absolutely not! Honest never expected to say that but I think the "Get in the Water" is the song that makes the most sense out of it.

PS: I am sure the animators did a FANTASTIC JOB in their work too! And I believe I will see impressive stuff from now on! The same good job as the singers did!

[jez-bez]

Another unpopular opinion: Korn does not want to sleep with Fasai

Korn is a lot of things, but a cheater he is not.

In a fit of 'Jez analyses things because she sees things differently' here's my take on the KornFasai situation.

It's starts with Korn arriving at this place, entering the room where the director (his uncle? I think?) is waiting for him with Fasai sitting there too, sipping from her wine, wiggling her toes, all in what i feel is like expectance.

First of all, what is she even doing there? Who is she? Why is she important?

Korn, as shown above, is hella nervous. His whole demeanour is off, tapping his fingers, waiting, waiting, waiting. And then his uncle tells him off immediately, saying 'first day on the job and you've already tanked the shares'

The shot changes to show Fasai, and lemme tell you smth, I can recognize a bitch when I see one. (sorry not sorry, she just screams main character syndrome to me) She doesn't do anything but swirl her wine a little, sizing Korn up. She's putting him on the spot, is what's she's doing. Keeping him there, locked in her gaze. Korn cannot hide.

The conversation goes on to discuss what Korn can do to fix shit, and Fasai only takes her eyes off of Korn for just a second when the uncle says 'i know what to do about the issue'

but then after, her gaze is right back on Korn, intimidating, nailing him to the chair he's sitting on. Now lemme tell you, it could ofc be something they're into. Fasai being in control and Korn being her puppet, but I don't think that's the case.

"You have a lot to learn, Korn."

The whole conversation is clearly a means to get under Korn's skin. Sure, they make it seem like they want to help him, but body language tells me they're attempting to knead him into submission.

"You've got a lot to learn, Korn."

And then Uncle looks straight over to Fasai with the dirtiest smirk known to mankind. That, to me, speaks VOLUMES.

And the way Fasai is still looking at Korn makes me think that she never took her eyes off of him. Swirling her wine, sizing him up. She's ready. She's waiting for the right moment to strike.

And Korn, poor baby Korn, is so uncomfortable. Eyes twitching, not knowing where to look, taking a sip from his wine because he just doesn't know what to do. With this new position, he's been thrown into a pit full of starving lions.

Drinking the wine as liquid courage. In later eps we see Korn absolutely abusing alcohol to forget what happened. Why would he do so if he enjoys sleeping with Fasai?

The scene then changes to Korn and Fasai alone, she has two wine glasses, one for her one for Korn. Saying that 'Korn doesn't need to worry anymore.' She's looking down at him. You can play this off of 'yes, but Korn is seated and she's still standing' and you'd be correct!

But this series is at this point, (we're already at ep4 im just slow in making posts lmao sorry) at this point we know how 4minutes uses camera angles to tell a story. Fasai is looking down at him.

"Fah, do you know how your father took care of that shareholder?"

She knows, even if she says she doesn't. That smile says it all.

"If there's any other problems, you can call me."

Aka I'll take care of it for you, because Fasai has power. Korn's face is so uncomfortable right now. This scene shows they've known each other for very long, but that doesn't mean he likes her.

More symbolism. She's towering over him. She's the boss.

Must I say it again? Power. Authority. Expectance.

Walking over and sitting down onto the bed wordlessly, demanding Korn to understand.

When she reveals her naked legs, Korn looks over and knows what time it is.

He then turns away with this look on his face that I can only describe as 'I don't want to.' but knowing he has no choice.

More liquid courage.

Korn strips bare naked all in front of the watchful gaze of Fasai.

Vulnerable. That's what he is right now. Completely at Fasai's mercy. (tho, goddamn Bas, your ass please.)

Korn's face when Fasai touches him. The camera position here is important too. It's just above him, pointed and tilted down, so that we too, are looking down at him.

And can we just quickly jump back to his face when he was with Ton Kla? Because the difference is HUGE.

That's a smile on his face right there after Ton Kla patted his crotch.

The differences, y'all. I'm telling you.

Woman, a beautiful man is about to go down on you, please pay him some respect and look at him.

But also! Camera angles! We're looking up to her. Again, she's the boss.

During the whole 10 seconds that we are to assume Korn is going down on her, she camera is only trained on her. From below. We're looking up at her.

This, to me, is more of a business transaction than a 'hey we like each other, we hook up' kind of thing.

Is it cheating? I mean, Korn does sleep with her (i assume) and I would consider going down on someone absolutely cheating, but I don't think he wants to.

He has to, whether he wants it or not. This is his life.

[moni-logues]

Investment

Pairing: Yoongi x reader (Kintsugi couple!)

Genre: slice of life, fluff, established relationship

Word count: 2.9k

Summary: Yoongi's tired of his job and terrified of making a change.

Content: no warnings! Just fluffy stuff

A/N: firstly, 'gardening leave' is what happens when, rather than working your notice period, the company pays you NOT to work. Secondly, AHHHH Kintsugi couple is back again. This is truly a drop in the ocean of what I've thought about for them lmao but as someone asked the other day about their future, here is a small glimpse into it!

*

You heard the door open and close and then Yoongi was immediately curling himself up in your lap.

“You’re late today, baby.”

“I know,” he mumbled, speaking into the fluff of your jumper. “I hate my job.”

You kissed the top of his head. This was not the first time he’d said that. Not even close. He had been saying it more and more frequently over the past few months and you weren’t quite sure what to do about it.

“I made dinner; do you want me to get you some?”

He shook his head again and you stroked his hair as you wondered what might help. A cat climbed up into his lap and you thought that might work but Yoongi barely noticed her.

“I could run you a bath? Do you want a bath?”

There was a second’s hesitation and then he nodded and sighed.

“That sounds nice.”

“Ok, I’ll run you a bath.”

And you moved, to get up, to go and start the task at hand but Yoongi gripped you tighter, a quiet noise of protest leaving his mouth.

“You know I have to get up if you want that bath.”

“Five more minutes.”

So you sat for five more minutes: you stroking Yoongi’s hair, he stroking the cat, and then he did, as promised, let you get up.

*

“Ok, bath is ready.”

You had done your best: the nicest bubble bath, candles, quiet classical music on in the background (because studies have shown it helps to reduce stress). Yoongi stripped and stepped into the hot water with a hiss; it was probably too hot, but you knew that was how he liked it. As hot as hell. Even hotter.

He sank into the water with a groan and you kissed his forehead before turning to leave. Your exit was stopped by your hand in his, which he would not drop. You turned to him.

“You come here,” he said, pointing to the bath.

“Me, too?”

He nodded, so you stripped as he had only a minute earlier and tentatively, slowly, and carefully lowered yourself into hell’s hot spring. You grimaced but eventually were able to settle, leaning back against Yoongi’s chest, tucking your face into his neck. He kissed your shoulder, once, and then again, and then made his way to your neck and your cheek.

“Would you still love me if I quit my job?”

“Yes,” you answered instantly.

“What if I had no job?”

“I’d still love you.”

“What if I were poor?”

“Still then, too.”

“What if I never got another job ever again?”

“I can support us.”

Yoongi snorted, softly and not unkindly.

“Not here.”

“No,” you conceded. “Not here, but I make more than I did before I moved in and I was supporting myself pretty decently. We could live ok together on just my salary. We’d eat.”

Yoongi’s arms grew tighter around you and he nuzzled his nose into your hair.

“I love you,” he murmured into it.

“I love you, too, baby.”

“I’d never make you do that, you know.”

“I know. But I could. I would.”

He kissed your cheek.

“Do you want to quit your job?” you asked after a few moments’ silence.

Yoongi let the question hang and you didn’t push the issue. You knew he’d been struggling recently. That work wasn’t what it used to be. That he got no satisfaction from it. You saw him lie in bed and stare at the ceiling every morning before he absolutely had to get up. You saw him crawl home at night – never early, never on time, always late – and fall asleep on the sofa. You noticed how much less frequently he was doing the things he liked to. You noticed he wasn’t eating so much. You worried about it, but you didn’t know how to help. Because you felt sure that what he needed was to quit and you weren’t sure if he could.

That job had been his lifeline. His everything. It had been his way out. It had made him. He didn’t know what to do without it. Didn’t know how he would survive – except that, of course, he did know. He knew he would be fine. More than fine. He was smart and sensible and had a financial advisor who was worth every one of the many, many pennies he cost. If he were really smart about it, he probably could never work again.

But he still didn’t know how he would quit his job. His whole life he had dreamt of it. His whole life worked towards it. He was good at it. Great, even. He was well-respected. He was successful. He didn’t know what he would do if he failed. He didn’t know if quitting was failure. He saw his teenage self, his lost, lonely 18-year-old self arriving in Seoul for the first time with nothing but a rucksack and a heart full of terror and he saw that self curse at him for even considering handing in his notice.

It made him feel ungrateful. It made him feel arrogant. It made him look at his colleagues with something closer to contempt than it had ever been. Made him look at himself that way, too.

His therapist, Joan, the one he liked, the Australian in her mid-fifties who had studied abroad in Korea, met a man, and then lived here ever since, had asked him to talk to you about it. About quitting. Because you were part of his fear, too. What would you think if he quit? What if he couldn’t get another job? What if he lost all his money? Would you still respect him for being a quitter? Would you still want him if he couldn’t provide? How would you ever be able to marry and have children with him if he couldn’t support you?

He squeezed you tighter and kissed you, reminding himself that you were there. Reminding himself of the person you were. Because he knew you wouldn’t leave. He knew you would love him. He really did know it, but there was doubt deep in his heart that wouldn’t leave him.

You had let Yoongi lead the conversation on his job because you didn’t want to say the wrong thing. It felt too big, too significant to dare risk putting your foot in it. But then, you usually did just that; you would usually say anything, everything, to Yoongi. This felt like an exception because it went so far back into his past and so far down into the depths of his soul.

Maybe that actually made it all the more important that you dragged it to light.

“Ok,” you said, sitting up a little and twisting to look at him. “What would you do if you quit?”

He shrugged.

“Would it make you feel more confident about quitting if you had a plan?”

Yoongi shrugged again. Because he did have a plan. Or not so much a plan, but an idea. Something he’d thought about, been thinking about. Something he might want to do. Something that scared the shit out of him. He was still thinking, though; he didn’t know if he was ready to tell you.

“Well, if you want to try to make a plan, you know I’m here. And if you don’t want a plan, that’s ok, too. I want whatever you want, remember?”

You leant forward and kissed him lightly, twice, and then a third time because you just couldn’t help yourself.

“I’m on your side, baby,” you whispered, lips still close to his. “I’m always on your side.”

*

You lay next to Yoongi, later that night, bath water cooled, bodies dried, bed-ready. You were thinking about the day Yoongi might quit his job—what you could do for him, what he might want, how he might feel. He interrupted your thoughts.

“I might want to be a counsellor.”

You waited a second to absorb it, to bring your mind back around. It seemed obvious, now he had said it. Of course. Of course, that was what he would be. What he would do. How perfect for him.

“A counsellor? I think you’d be an amazing counsellor.”

“You do?”

You pushed yourself up so you could look at him, even though you could barely see a thing in the darkness. You used your hand to guide you, resting it against his cheek, fingers gently brushing hair from his brow.

“Yeah, I do. I think that’s a great idea.”

He hummed and you felt him nod.

“How would you do it? How do you qualify for that?”

There was the rub. That was the other reason he hadn’t wanted to say it. Because it would take years. He could do an accelerated course, so he’d qualify in two rather than four, but he didn’t know how long after that it would take him to make money, to be stable, secure.

The thing was that he wanted to marry you. Had been thinking about it. Had been trying to not want to quit his job so that he could just do it, ask you already. He wanted to marry you and stay happily in his job for the rest of his life so he could provide for you and however many kids you might or might not have; he wanted to ensure that they would be safe and secure, that you would be safe and secure. He could do that if he stayed in his job. He didn’t know if he could do it if he didn’t. And he didn’t want to propose to you under false pretences; didn’t want to propose while he earnt good money and then quit, then earn next to nothing, trap you into life with him when he didn’t know what he could give you.

That was why he hadn’t quit yet. That was the excuse he was giving himself. That was what Joan had really wanted Yoongi to talk to you about. Because when she had asked how you would feel if you knew these were Yoongi’s concerns, he answered. He knew the answers already. Joan thought hearing them from the horse’s mouth might help. She was probably right.

But he still didn’t want to ask you because he was scared of asking. Scared of raising the topic of marriage in case you didn’t want it.

That was why he couldn’t quit his job.

“It would take a couple of years,” he answered eventually. “I’d have to go back to university. To qualify. Not sure how long it would take after that to get established, to make good money.”

“You don’t have to make good money. I told you: I can support us.”

“And I told you I would never make you do that.”

There was an edge to his voice, an anger you knew wasn’t really directed at you. You let this one slide because you knew that even talking about quitting his job, doing something else, was hard enough for him.

“I have passive income,” he continued, voice softer, “and savings. It won’t be on you.”

“I don’t want you to use your savings, though.”

“That’s what they’re for.”

“You shouldn’t use them up if you don’t have to. I said I’m on your side and that means we’re a team, ok? Be a team with me. Let me help. I let you help me by not paying rent here, don’t I? Let me help you not use your savings.”

Because that was how you got through to him. You reminded him that you were in this together, that this was supposed to be about giving and taking, not just him giving and giving and giving. You wanted to give, too, and Yoongi liked giving you what you wanted.

“Well it’s not like it’s happening anyway,” he said. “Doesn’t matter.”

“It does matter. I really think you should do this. It sounds so good. It would be so exciting.”

Your eyes had adjusted to the darkness enough to make out the features of his face, allowing you to dip your head and kiss him.

“I know you hate your job, baby, and I want you to be happy. You deserve it. You deserve the opportunity to find out if there’s something else out there you can do. I think you can do it. And I’m always, always going to be here for you, no matter what happens. Promise.”

*

It didn’t come up again for a while and you didn’t raise it, leaving the ball in Yoongi’s court. Besides, he had seemed lighter since your conversation—like even discussing the possibility of something else was enough to lighten the load a little. You did your own research, looking at schools and trying to find out what he’d need and when, but you weren’t sure how much research he’d done, whether he knew what course he wanted to apply for, whether he’d applied for it already.

You decided to give him another couple of weeks. There would still be time after that for the application deadlines you’d seen (if they were even the right ones). It would give him a little more time to bring it up again. And if he didn’t, you would.

*

You leant heavily on the door handle as you opened it, tired from work, hungry, so, so ready for the weekend: a weekend in which you would lie down a lot and do little else, you hoped. You kicked your shoes off and two cats came skittering towards you. Then human feet appeared behind them and you looked up in shock.

“Baby!”

You leapt into Yoongi’s arms with a little too much force and he staggered back, laughing, holding you tight. He span you around in the air just once and you tottered on your feet when he placed you back down.

“You’re here! You’re- you’re early!”

He grinned and nodded.

“Yes and I’m making dinner.”

You kissed him hungrily, fingers tightly wound in his hair.

It had been so long since Yoongi had beaten you home from work that you couldn’t even remember the last time. Even longer still had it been since you’d seen Yoongi this happy on a work day.

You both walked to the kitchen and Yoongi poured you some wine. You hopped up on a bar stool and refused to let him go back to cooking; you wrapped your legs and arms around him and kissed him, relieved and excited and so damn happy to have him there, then, at that moment.

There was a twinkle in his eye when he pulled back from you and it sent a spark down your spine, woke the butterflies in your stomach.

“I quit my job.”

You gasped, your mouth open wide.

“No way!”

He nodded. You squealed with laughter, pulling him close, holding him tight, then letting him go to pepper kisses all over his face.

“You quit!”

He looked happy about it, sparkling, glowing, radiant even. He grinned at you until it faltered, a second of doubt passing over his face like a cloud.

“I should have told you,” he said, brow creasing. “We should have discussed it-“

You knew, though you couldn’t see them under his hair, that the tips of his ears were going red. You kissed him, cut him off mid-word.

“I like surprises,” you told him. “And I’m so happy for you.”

You brought your lips to his again, hoping to kiss him for long enough for his doubt to fade and pure joy to return.

“Does this mean you’ll be home on time now?”

He nodded.

“I’m enforcing working hours,” he told you, “not working whatever hours they ask.”

“Can you do that?”

“What are they going to do, fire me? I already quit. And if they want to put me on gardening leave, even better.”

He shrugged with a cavalier smirk.

He may have looked confident, but Yoongi’s heart was hammering in his chest, had been all day. He wondered when it would give out from the stress. He’d blocked out his entire morning for an ��urgent, top priority’ problem: he sat in his office for three hours trying to get it together so he could go to his boss and hand in his notice. He hadn’t told anyone he was going to do it. He couldn’t take the pressure of anyone else knowing, though now, in hindsight, he wished he had told you (even if you did love surprises and even if he did love the glee on your face when he’d told you). Somehow, even after all this time, he was still not used to the fact that he didn’t have to do everything on his own. That he shouldn’t be doing things on his own. That he preferred doing them with you.

He closed his eyes and pressed his forehead to yours, his heart now hammering and fit to burst, pressing against his ribs as if it could break them. He was terrified. There was a pit of anxiety in his gut that felt endless, that made him unsure if he would be able to eat the dinner he was halfway through cooking. But he had you. In his life, in his heart, in his hands, on a stool in the kitchen of the apartment where you both lived. You knew he could do it. He wouldn’t let you be wrong.

[virginburial]

hi! could i request something with ethan x fem!reader (or gn, whichever makes you the most comfortable :)) where reader is this really like, wealthy kid at blackmore who’s part of the core four (but since she’s in it… maybe fab five? idk 😭 i suck at this) and she’s dating ethan and just loves to spoil him? i’m assuming he’s like a broke college student, and the whole group kinda jokes that’s she’s his sugar mommy lmao. if you’re not up for it, feel free to ignore this request! i love your work <3 can’t wait to read more of your writing, thank you so so much for sharing it with us!

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ I so clearly saw Gossip Girl in my head I'm dead x-x but let me break down why this would absolutely work on Ethan

Ethan Landry CD mix!       .·:*¨༺♱༻¨*:·.

especially since I'm getting an old money-great Gatsby feel out of it, your family probably owns a company that's been around for generations, one of those Rockefeller/Vanderbilt types. the kind of family HBO writes hit dramas about. You weren't snobby about it but still carried yourself differently than all your peers (you knew you were hot shit). So when regular-schmegular middle-class suburban boy next door Ethan catches your eye, it is a shock to everyone, especially him.

Ethan barely had a job and was living off of loans, like everyone else. you noticed this when he nervously asked you out to Olive Garden and ate nothing but the free breadsticks and some soda. you felt bad; you could tell he wanted to impress you.

so you started bringing him coffee every time you walk to class together; "I can't hold your books and the coffee y/n-" "-just take the fucking latte, Ethan!" he was too humble to take your offerings, but soon, as your romantic relationship with him evolved, so did his acceptingness and gratitude. You two would go to the mall and whatever Ethan stared at for more than five seconds would be coming home with you. other times, you'd door-dash him food whenever he studied for hours on end, because you knew Ethan had the habit of focusing too much on his studies and forgetting to eat.

"dude! she's totally your sugar mommy." Chad would tease, or Mindy and Anika would comment about asking you for permission before he does anything; "Don't you need your momma's blessing before you do that?" It's a little annoying, but Ethan knows the truth; you loved to spoil him, and he loved being spoiled by you. you loved seeing how excited he gets over a pair of sneakers or some dinner, and he loved knowing that the person he loves thinks about him and what he liked. you're abundant, and you felt it was important to share that abundance with the ones you loved. speaking of, your relationship with Ethan reached a point where he was offered an internship within your family's business; which lead to the both of you heading back to the mall, helping Ethan pick which suit he should wear to the interview.

and, of course, Ethan is on his knees, eating you out in the dressing room because he is just so grateful. getting stains all over his button-up as your juices drip down his chin and run down his neck. whatever, you were going to buy it for him anyways.

       .·:*¨༺♱༻¨*:·.

buy me a coffee ૮⸝⸝> ̫ >⸝ ა

[enid-rhees]

Okay so that idea you have about the reader bringing Enid piercings got me thinking about non-apocalyptic/pre-apocalyptic Enid au...

Imagine being in your senior year with Enid, cept' she looks more like this:

*just pretend this is Enid not Elisia lmao-*

Andddd reader has a crush on Enid. She's intrigued by her piercings and her style...

So one day, Enid catches reader staring during class and teases her later on for it.

AGHHH IDK, I HAVE SO MANY Highschool!Enid au IDEASSS-

I'm sorry this is incredibly confusing...idek what I'm saying at this point haha, I'm high af rn 💀✋

ohhhh i love this and i’m able to picture this super cute interaction AAAA okay okay (and i am too 😭)

warnings: none! it’s just a really cute story :’)) although maybe a warning bc i based part of this on how it used to be in high school for me kinda (mostly the lunch part)

a/n: hope u all enjoy! 🫶🏻 requests are back open! if you’d like to request, just read pinned! all info is there :) also for the plot, you are an adopted Grimes child.

you hated math. everything about it was confusing, and you were never able to get the hang of it. the class was long, the teacher was boring, you would quite literally wish to be anywhere but here.

there was only one good thing about math class: Enid Rhee.

Enid Rhee is the girl that sat in the desk across from you. she was smart, insanely pretty, and had this nose piercing that somehow made her even prettier.

if you were being honest, you had a crush on Enid. scratch that - you had a huge crush on Enid. it was a bit pathetic, really. the two of you barely talked, and the few times you did, it left your face burning like crazy. she’s helped you with your in-class work, guiding you through each problem to help you pass.

you loved the way she dressed, how she expressed herself. she always wore darker clothing, and always wore this beanie on her head. but it was cute.

Enid always paid attention in class, because she never really spoke to anyone. she had her group of friends, but you only saw them together at lunch, which took place right after this class. that was also another good thing about math.

“okay, who knows the answer to question three?” the teacher called out, you jumped slightly at the loudness of his voice in the quiet classroom.

for a few seconds, nobody raised their hand. you kept your head down, making it seem like you were still working.

“ah, Enid! you know the answer?” you snapped your head up, Enid had her hand raised. she put it down, “six hundred and eighty seven?” she questioned unsurely.

god, she looked so cute. her maroon eyeshadow really made her green eyes pop, making it easy to get lost in them.

“yes! good, Enid! that’s the answer! everybody, make sure you write that down.” as everyone looked back down at their papers, your eyes were stuck in Enid.

she wrote down the answer, and started to move onto the next one. you sat there, your chin resting in the palm of your hand as you watched her with what could only be described as heart eyes.

she looked so cute when she was concentrated, biting her lip as she tried to figure out the answer.

“Y/N!” you jumped in your seat once more when the teacher yelled your name. your face burned as you looked up at him. “i asked you what the answer was to question four?” he asked, clearly annoyed with you for not paying attention.

“u-um,” you stuttered, looking down at your paper, when you looked back up, Enid was looking at you, a soft smile on her face. it made your face burn more.

she then held up 5 fingers underneath her desk. you quickly looked away, “the answer is five… sir.”

“correct! good job, Y/N. make sure to pay attention next time, yeah?” you nodded and put your head back down, mentally cursing at yourself for being caught doing that.

the bell suddenly rang and everyone stood up from their seats, shoving the paper into their folder and into their bag. “whatever you don’t finish is homework!” the teacher announced as everyone was leaving.

as you were putting your folder and notebook back into your bag, Enid appeared next to you. “hi.” she smiled.

“hi.” you smiled back, trying to act calm despite your racing heart. “having… trouble with the work?” she questioned, almost teasingly.

you looked down, trying to hide your growing smile. “uh, yeah. something like that.”

Enid thought for a moment, her eyes looking up at the ceiling briefly. “wanna uh, sit somewhere together at lunch? i could help you.”

it took you a moment to process what she said. your heart felt like it was going to explode. you were surprised she couldn’t hear how loud your heart was beating inside your chest.

“y-yeah. i’d love to.” you told her. her smile grew wider. “great, let’s go.”

you made your way to the cafeteria in silence, not knowing what to say to her. you hoped that maybe she felt equally as nervous.

the two of you got in line for food. Enid picked up two trays, handing one to you. you gave her a small smile as a thank you. thin crusted pizza sat in pans behind the glass, and you sighed in relief.

normally, you hated school food. but the pizza was somewhat good, and one of the most tolerable foods the school had to offer. didn’t go well with chocolate milk, though.

Enid led you to a two-chair table near the back of the cafeteria. when you sat down, you gave her a gave her a look of uncertainty, “are your uh, friends okay with you not sitting with them?”

she brushed it off with her hand, “they’re fine.” you nodded and took a bite of the pizza. “by the way, you didn’t have to give me the answer.” you chuckled.

Enid shrugged, “i don’t know, seemed like you were pretty distracted by something.” she said in a tone you couldn’t decipher.

you fumbled with the milk carton in your hand as you tried to think of what to say back. was it really that obvious you were staring at her?

“you know, if you like the way i look you can just tell me.” Enid said, confirming your thoughts from two seconds ago. you looked down at your food and tried to hide your embarrassment.

“sorry i-“ you laughed, genuinely at a loss for words. you took a deep breath, “i think you’re cool as hell, Enid.” you chuckled nervously. “you intrigue me.”

“yeah?” she questioned. “how?”

you shrugged, “i mean- your style, i love it. you’re… funny, and smart. but you’re quiet in class unless you have to answer a question. and something about it, i just really like.” you admitted, and you swore your heart was about to pound out of your chest any second.

Enid smiled, a tint of red highlighting her cheeks. “i think you’re pretty cool too.”

but she cleared her throat immediately, shaking her head slightly. “but uh, would you like some help with Mr. Rovia’s work? just so you don’t have to do it at home.”

you blinked, “yeah- yeah that would be nice.” you pulled your folder out of your bag and took the sheet of paper out. Enid pulled out her pen, immediately solving the next problem.

Enid then moved her chair closer to yours, and your shoulders were basically touching. you felt your heart start to race again.

she started to guide you through each problem, and if you were being honest, Enid was a better help than Mr. Rovia ever was. but that also went for most teachers anyway.

before you knew it, the two of you had finished the work. “thanks, Enid. genuinely.” you told her. “i’m always here to help.” she responded.

the bell rang again, signaling that lunch was over. you threw away the leftover food and placed the tray on top of the bin. your next class was science, another class you shared with Enid. but you also shared that class with your little shit of a brother, Carl.

when you entered the classroom, Enid pulled you by the sleeve over to an empty table with two seats. you looked over, and luckily, Carl was busy talking with his friend Henry.

Carl knew about your crush on Enid, and would take every opportunity he had to embarrass you if he saw you with her right now.

“hey, isn’t that your brother?” Enid questioned. you nodded, “yep. little asshole.”

Enid giggled, and that might’ve been one of the prettiest sounds you’ve ever heard.

“alright class!” the teacher shouted. it was highly unnecessary, given that the classroom was small and everyone was already paying attention.

“i’ve assigned a project.” she announced, and few people groaned. “oh hush. this one is more entertaining than the others. for this project, you need to make a replica of a volcano and recreate an eruption. you’ll be working with one other student, the person you’re sitting next to.”

you and Enid turned to each other with wide smiles. you’re unable to control how happy you are on the inside, knowing that this could bring you guys closer, and maybe-

“take your computers out and start researching the different types of eruptions that can occur with your partner. this project is due Friday.”

Enid pulled hers out, “ready to completely ace this project… partner?” she asked with the cutest grin.

you couldn’t help but get lost in her eyes once more, not understanding how someone this beautiful was in front of you.

you bit your lip as you tried to hide your own lovesick smile, “yeah… let’s do it.”

[itsohh]

The Timer

A/N: Female reader, finished my 15 hour shift yesterday from working at the elections. So tired lmao, so day 13 is a skip.

Day 14: Orgasm denial

Word count: 1182

Warnings: smut

AO3 Kinktober Masterlist

There were always negatives and benefits to your job. On one hand, it was extremely dangerous and threatened your life at every moment but on the other hand, it was rewarding and the feeling of helping the greater good always left a warm feeling in your heart. Being part of a team was something that you would never give up, ultimately you loved being in Viperstrike and Yumiko was an amazing leader. 

Unfortunately, being assigned to a different squad had its downsides. For starters, the pair of you could be apart for so long and when the pair of you were together most of the time it was at work. 

However, you finally got some downtime off at the same time as him. A fact Olivier didn't know.

 A smile threatened on your face as you made your way to his room. There was a good chance he was probably reading and listening to music there. He wasn't the most sociable operator. Due to the thick soundproof walls, you weren't able to hear anything through it and when you gently knocked, you didn't receive any answer. 

Olivier had long since given you access to his room so when you slid your keycard in, it made a small beep and unlocked without delay. Music immediately filled your ears the second you opened the door but instead of him in the corner chair with a book like you had expected, he was on the end of his bed. 

He didn't notice you slip into the room nor did he see the way your gaze focused on him. Olivier wasn't quite completely bare. His shirt was crumpled up his abdomen and his pants were split open. The fly was completely at the bottom of the zip and the pants were slightly pushed down to allow his easy and complete access to his dick. One hand tangled with the top duvet of his bed while the other was wrapped around the top of his cock. He used two fingers and his thumb to pleasure the top and tip of the dick. 

Groans left his mouth that stayed parted, small prayers of your name while his eyes shut. It was not what you expected when you entered the room but at the same time, you certainly wouldn't complain. 

So wrapped up in his little world, he didn't notice your approach or the weight change when you climbed into the bed. "I had one rule, Olivier." 

His eyes flew open and his mouth swallowed. Shock covered his face and he didn't dare to turn his face towards you. Your face was centimetres from his, pointed at the side of his face. Your eyes roamed over his slick and sticky dick, a mix of pre and proper cum coated his entire shaft. It was obvious he had been at it for a while. "Is this what you do while I'm away hmm? Make yourself cum over and over?" Your voice wasn't quite venomous, sure there was a harsh layer to it but it was mainly a mocking tone. 

He had stopped all movements and didn't dare say a word. "Did you forget my rule?" 

Olivier's eyes moved away and you grabbed his jaw. You forced the man to turn his head and face you. "I asked you a question. You don't want me to repeat myself."

"No." His normally loud and cocky voice was rather quiet, only a breath of a sound. 

You let go of his jaw and got off the bed. Now that he had looked at you once, his eyes stayed completely glued to you. You moved over to his CD player that sat on top of his set of draws. With the press of a button, the music stopped and you slowly turned towards him. 

Your focus wasn't on his face anymore, instead, it was on the white shirt that you wore. Casually, you unbuttoned the cuff and then folded the sleeves up on each side. "I don't think I'm a mean person Olivier. Am I mean?"

"...No."

"And I don't think I'm unreasonable either. Am I unreasonable?"

"No."

"Exactly, I thought I was rather fair when I told you not to cum without my permission. You can touch yourself as much as you like, you're allowed to feel good. But, your peak is mine to give you. That's fair right?"

He didn't say anything right away and you let out a huff. "That's fair right?"

"Yes." 

You took a step forward and grabbed a tuff of his blonde hair. A growl came from your lips as you bent in close. "Then tell me why I find you here? Cum on your cock and cloud nine in your eyes."

Silence crept in between the pair of you and you shifted your head to the side as you waited for his answer. 

"Well?"

"I…" He breathed out and swallowed. "...I couldn't take it anymore. It was a long day and a lot of stuff went to shit."

"I'm sorry to hear you didn't have a good day baby." Your voice softened up and you let go of his hands. It wasn't sarcastic in any matter, you did genuinely feel for the man. It was obvious on your face as well and you lowered yourself onto your knees. 

Then your face hardened. Your hand grabbed his wrist and snatched it away from his dick. "But you're a grown man. You can handle a rough day without breaking my rules. Did you even try to ask for permission? I don't see any texts on my phone." 

"Désolé."

A wicked laugh bubbled from your mouth as you stared up at him. Even from below, you radiated so much power over the man. "Hmm, you apologize but do you actually mean it?"

Two of your fingers grabbed hold of the base of his cock which you used to angle slightly. His mouth opened up to speak but right as he was going to answer, you wrapped your lips around the tip of his head. 

A loud groan came from his lips and his eyes shut once again. You made the effort of taking him down your throat fully. Olivier had to grab hold of the bed with both hands to restrain himself from bucking into you. 

The taste of his seed filled your senses and you paused there for a moment before you retreated. A whimper left his mouth from the loss of contact and you made sure to lock off the remnants of cum from his cock. "It makes me wonder how often you have gone behind my back and disobeyed me, Olivier."

His eyes cracked open while his cock pulsed beneath your grasp. "Just this once."

"Hmm, you had been doing so well then. Well, that's okay." 

Relief crossed his face but it became uncertain when you rose to your feet. You grabbed his jaw again but this time far more gently. A slow and careful kiss was placed on his lips which you smiled into. "I cleaned away your mistake so we can start the timer again."

[cherry-velvet-skies]

It's time for more Beatle Era Ratings! (I fixed the title 😌)

Episode 3: Johnny Boy 🥰

Moon Dog (Pre-Beatles Era)

Teddy Boy John somehow looks older than when John was actually older

He gives the vibe of a teenage boy who dresses to look older in order to get into an adult rated movie lmao

Formed a band and felt like the coolest guy in the world (and you know what he unknowingly created one of the greatest bands in the world so he's allowed to feel that way)

6/10 because he looks great but the look is not really for me

Twist and Shout (1962-63)

And just like I thought, he looks younger here than the previous era

John Lennon if he were an android in Detroit Become Human

He looks so uncomfortable dressed like this PLEASE 😂 someone help him

4.5/10 and I know the second they walked off stage he would rip this jacket right off lmao

Cuddle Bug (1964-66)

One of John's best eras and that's a fact

He's so friend-shaped I'm gonna cry

This haircut suited him so well and gave him an all-around adorable vibe

100/10 and I have a personal vendetta against anyone who ever made him feel bad about his appearance 😤

Blue Meanie Defender 3000 (1967)

If you ever wanna know what the people in the late 60s who experimented with any drug they could find looked like, just picture this mf

Bro saw God at some point and God was a walrus apparently

But this was when he actually got glasses instead of just being fucking blind all the time so I guess that's good

7/10 although I can't tell if being around him when he's high would've been nonstop laughs or literal hell on earth

AnD nOw YoUr hOsTs fOr tHiS eVeNinG (1968-69)

An absolute gremlin of a man

But I mean if I was in his shoes I would just randomly scream for no reason too so I get it

If Get Back taught us anything it was that mans hardly showered

6.5/10 the vibes are hella confusing but not terrible. Sense of humor was off the charts though

Bigger Than Jesus (1970)

So far John's Jesus era was the fanciest

The fur coat and wool cap are giving Bratz doll

Speaking of Bratz dolls John would've loved early 2000s fashion I JUST KNOW IT

9/10 he would've worn Juicy tracksuits religiously and ate us all up

I Sleep Well, Thanks (1971-72)

Exhausted dude at his office job who just wants to go home and get high

You know what scratch that he shows up high and has the nerve to act surprised when he can barely function

Survives purely off of spite

6.5/10 he wants to cause problems on purpose

I Am the Egg Man (1973)

I'm not even sure I have the certification to comment on this

Seeing John almost bald feels sacrilegious

He looks like one of those unhinged yoga instructors

2/10 I am very uncomfortable with the energy we've created in the studio today

Freelance Artist (1974-77)

In his academia era

His aura feels like one of those people who you go to their apartment and it's full of giant canvases with art that deserves way more recognition

That Elvis pin is iconic

10/10 and this entire photoshoot is honestly so beautiful I wish I could've included all the photos

Sexy Valet Driver (1978-79)

I absolutely adore the tie and waistcoat combo

It gives me an immense level of gender envy, and John is not immune to that lol I wanna look the way he does in this photo so bad

He looks both cute and handsome but I can't decide which one tips the balance

20/10 if I saw him dressed like this I would definitely compliment him (and maybe ask him out if I was feeling brave 🤭)

Eccentrically Reserved Fashion Designer (1980-∞)

Are we gonna pretend that he didn't look absolutely GLORIOUS this year

I think I have to say this one is a dilf era because oh my god

I secretly think John would've been a great fashion designer idk he seems like he has the correct amount of insanity to pull it off

542/10 and it's a shame we never got to see how he would've evolved physically, and even personality-wise, as the years went on. I feel like he would've been a better person as he got older and I wish we would've gotten to see it 🥺💕

[aerodaltonimperial]

The Attic Expedition AU

(never heard of this in my life, so... you get this LMAO)

Hook's seen some pretty bad hoarders before, but this...this reaches a whole new level. He surveys the attic, shoved to the brim with so much junk he can't even identify most of it, as his stomach sinks down to his feet. He so is not going to make it out of Louisiana before mosquito season starts.

"Yeah," Ricky says. He winces, but he does not look nearly as apologetic as he should. "This'll be a tough one." He slaps Hook on the back. "Good luck, rookie; we'll call in about a week and see how you're doing."

"I hate you," Hook tries, weakly, which is thoroughly ignored as Ricky tromps back down the steps. He turns back to the mess. Jesus, he's probably going to be buried alive when this shit falls on him.

The first day, he clears out barely a square foot of space and nearly fills the dumpster they'd hauled in. That night, he has to call to get the collection company to come empty it. The second day, he gets a little further, but still hasn't found anything valuable. It's all just junk.

But on the third day, he stumbles upon an old chest at the bottom of a heap, covered with dust and decidedly locked. Hook bashes the padlock off with a pair of garden shears.

Problem is, it's empty when he opens it. "The fuck?" he asks to the stale attic air.

"No swearing," says someone from behind him. Hook whirls, hands up in fists in case he needs to start swinging. There's a guy sitting on a precarious pile of old board games on the other side of the room. He waves a little. "Hello."

"What the hell?" Hook gasps. "Where did you come from?"

The guy nods at the box at Hook's feet. "You opened it."

"What?" Hook asks, thoroughly confused.

The guy hops down from the pile, shoving his hands down in his pockets. He's wearing strangely out-of-date clothes, like he went shopping in the 1950s, but he's got blue eyes straight out of a romance novel. He's good-looking, kind of alarmingly so. "It was locked for a reason."

Okay, creepy. Hook bends down to grab for the garden shears again, and holds them up, hoping he looks like he means business. "Don't come any closer. I'll cut your fingers off."

"Tough guy," the man says. He raises one hand, waggling said digits like an invitation.

"Where did you come from?" Hook demands.

"I already told you," is the answer, along with a shrug. "As for all the other ones you want to ask, yes, I'm definitely dangerous. Can't you tell?"

"You look normal, dude. Nice vintage threads."

This seems to surprise him. The man puts a hand to his face, and then, when he doesn't encounter what he apparently thinks should be there, another. His eyes widen. "Huh. That's a first."

"What am I supposed to be seeing?" Hook asks.

"The demon." The man stares at him, no longer menacing his way forward. "No one's ever seen past that."

These riddles are getting obnoxious. Hook's got a job to do. "What does that mean?"

"I...don't know." The man huffs out a little laugh. "I'm, uh, Danhausen."

"Is that a name?" Hook asks.

"It's the one I've been using since I turned, so, yes. Normally it fits better."

"Sure, right." Hook puts the shears down. He's reasonably sure at this point the guy isn't going to attack him. "Well, I've got a lot of work ahead of me, so..." He gestures at the mess still clinging to every corner of the attic.

The guy, Danhausen, looks around, almost like he's seeing everything for the first time. "I'd say so."

"You gonna help, or just stand there?"

Danhausen blinks owlishly at him. "Help?"

"Yeah, dude. Would be nice if you could assist in some way, y'know?"

"Well, I guess...why not?" Danhausen grabs for the nearest box, and they work quietly for the next few hours, as Hook checks every ten minutes or so to make sure he's still there and that he hasn't turned into some kind of a demon. (He never does. Hook takes him out for tacos at the end of the day, and it's the weirdest not-weird date he's ever been on.)

[v-e-l-v-e-t-g-o-l-d-m-i-n-e]

Ok so! A few comments about this second season of Good Omens, spoilers everywhere.

I said it yesterday, but this season is very strange in a structural way. It feels very much like a filler season, the way we used to have filler episode in shows with long seasons. That’s because the plot is so irrelevant it, it’s hard to describe because really, what is the plot? Gabriel’s amnesia? Hell and Heaven wanting to re-start the Armageddon again?

None of the threats of this season feel particular dangerous, because the story doesn’t treat them as such, therefore they aren’t. Really, the main plot of this season is like... This Is How Crowley And Aziraphale Broke Up Even If They Never Even Dated In The First Place.

The characters in this season don’t feel like characters, they are more like... plot devices? Nina and Maggies, especially. They are there to be a mirror to Crowley and Aziraphale’s relationship, to parallel them. They don’t feel like full fleshed people, because really, what reason did they have to stay behind and help Aziraphale fight off demons? They barely knew each other lmao

And the scene of them going to talk with Crowley... this is such a classic move in slash fics. I have seen a fic with a scene like this in every fandom I was ever a part of. There’s always the Smart Woman character who comes up to tell off (either gently or not) that he is emotionally stunted and needs to open up and show his feelings. In fact, in Good Omens fic I usually see people give Anathema this role; I’m wondering if it will change now after this season.

But I have to point out that I think this was actually a strenght for this season, and not a weakness. Most people, me included, who came back to watch this season wanted more Aziraphale and Crowley, and that was what this season delivered; even if it feels woinky in a structural way, I think it was probably for the best, and the right call to do because honestly I didn’t really care for much else anyway lmao.

That is not to say I didn’t like Nina and Maggie, because I did actually, and I’m glad Nina is free of her shitty controlling girlfriend.

Gabriel and Beelzebub on the other hand... lmao. I mean, I guess it’s not badly done, but it feels so much like crack fic for me, I’m sorry, it’s really hard to take it seriously.

As always I love the flashbacks and how it showed us more about Crowley and Aziraphale, but... I was also a bit underwhelmed. The one I liked the most was the one with the Story of Job. I was really looking forward to the Blitz flashback, and the scenes with Crowley and Aziraphale were very sweet but... there was so much stuff about the demons and the nazi zombies and I just. I don’t care about it. Why so much time was taken to show us this. smh

On a similar note, some of the scenes have a humor that... I guess it’s not my preference, because it was a bit painful to watch. In a bad way. Like the laudanum scene with Crowley getting small and big like... eh. The acting feels a bit too much to me? Like in the way that Shatner would act in Star Trek you know? Bit too much. But I do think that David Tennant is a pretty good actor so I’m blaming direction (or lack of it) here.

I have also a lot to say about Crowley and Aziraphale, but this post is already too long so I’ll do it in another one.

[chitsangenthusiast]

18, 27, 29 for the ao3 wrapped if you haven’t answered them yet! 👀👀👀

helloooooo beloved ash <3

18. The character that gave you the most trouble writing this year?

a hilarious reverse to the question i just got from shan lmao but it was a pretty equal split between zuko and sokka in mallrat chpt 5, purely bc i know that if i had written in the direction that they wanted to go in then i was going to have to add on chapters and throw off the loose 5+1 structure that the fic is already just barely clinging to. so i refused them <3

(the argument was originally going to cause a bigger rift that would've needed more time to heal, bc mallrat is nothing if not dramatic. the entire scene is actually written out, squirreled away to be picked at for other future fics lol)

27. What do you listen to while writing?

LOVE this question just like i LOVE procrastinating on writing to make playlists for nearly every wip i have!!!

my mooncusser playlist gets played when i need to write serious/angsty scenes, nsfw wips get a vaguely-sensual playlist when i don't feel like rummaging for raunchier ones. and mallrat technically has an official playlist but i've also built out a specific one for chpt 6 that's just full of schoompy songs and vibes as i write very schoompy for this last chapter lol

29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

ohhh oh okay forgive me i'm gonna give a couple bc i've published so little this year and looking through the things i've written for this is actually helping the writer's block lift a little lmao so! this bit from mallrat chpt 5:

Zuko had stayed, waited. Hoped, maybe, that he would come back, and Sokka may be sinking in some sorrowful quicksand, but that alone makes him feel like he can still touch the earth below. It’s soft, tenuous, pushing his toes down too hard could have him falling right through—and yet, if he can figure out the right weight distribution of his feet, then maybe he can regain his footing. Take those steps through the doors of the tea shop, meet Zuko where he’s at, and pray that he at least hesitates in kicking him back out. If he can keep his head up long enough to breathe through the fog, in through the nose, out through the mouth, then maybe the words will return. Zuko will look at him—he likes looking at him—and he’ll glare, he’ll probably interrupt the entire time, but there’s still the odds that he’ll listen. Hear out Sokka’s explanations, entertain his apologies.

from in time's arrow bc it was very fun to write lol:

“I wasn’t lying—” a second battle of the legs, another deadlock. Sokka huffs, then screws his face up when it accidentally syncs with Zuko’s. “I’m just trying to do my job here, Sokka. The whole point of us being in this sub—” “This isn’t a sub,” he cuts in. The combination of quiet exasperation from the speakers and Zuko’s dramatic eyeroll aren’t nearly as good as cries of mercy after a (masterful) pun, but he still turns to the now empty rockbed satisfied. “This is a bathyscaphe.” Zuko groans loudly, and in his periphery Sokka can see him lean forward—barely, able to move only mere inches before stopping just short of hovering over his shoulder. “Then tell me the difference between those two! Pretend like you’re explaining it to the people who’ll be watching this, if you have to, but at some point you have to answer my questions instead of spouting off puns every five minutes!” “Well, whalecome to what it’s like working with me,” Sokka snarks. He punctuates his point with a stabbing finger, then quickly reels it back when it comes closer to Zuko’s chest than intended. “And like I said after the first time, if you’re gonna have a fish-ue with it then you better kelp that to yourself—” There’s a fleeting twitch to Zuko’s nose, a hint of a smile that’s smothered a touch too slowly, and Sokka’s brows fly up. He knows what a choked down laugh sounds and looks like, and close enough like this, Zuko can’t hide. Even with his mouth obscured, Sokka can read his mirth elsewhere, in his crinkled eyes and partially-exposed dimple, the awkward throat clearing and minute quivering of those well-defined shoulders.

[blurglesmurfklaine]

Back to The Grind

for @cerriddwenluna

Based off this tiktok! This got away from me just a bit. It's a tad longer than a drabble lmao. Enjoy!

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Kurt hasn't used Grindr in nearly two years.

Maybe he went through a bit of a slutty phase his last two years of college and finally caved after he and Adam broke up ("It's not you, it's me--I'm just not really built for overseas long distance"). Maybe the last straw was seeing his brother get engaged to his best friend despite them being on-again off-again for about as long as he's known the both of them. Maybe Mercedes moving out and shacking up with Sam didn't exactly help either.

Maybe he's just in his twenties and god, do you know what that does to a person?

Either way, since he started his job at Vogue.com, Isabelle has been keeping him plenty busy. He's barely got time to hookup anyway, much less actually date anyone.

"I just sent you the link!" Kurt calls out, Finn just in the other room.

Even though Kurt hasn't been on Grindr in forever, when Finn asks him to send a link to the Waitress website so he can surprise Rachel with tickets, he still recognizes the telltale chirp indicative of the app.

Kurt's head snaps up, eyes wide.

Why on earth does Finn have Grindr on his phone? Why is it going off? Is he cheating on Rachel?

He doesn't have a stupid crush on Finn like he did back in high school anymore--that was truly brought on by loneliness and a lack of experience. But if Finn is hooking up with guys now, and had the audacity to call Kurt a fa--

The door swings open, revealing Finn's smiling face. "Thanks man, she's gonna be so psyched."

"Mmm-Hmm, yeah, sure," Kurt says absentmindedly. "Quick question." He points to Finn's phone. "Was that Grindr?"

Finn's smile doesn't falter. "Yeah, I put it as your text-tone."

Kurt looks at him, confounded.

"That's, like, your gay sound, right?"

"I... A weird way to put it, but yeah, I guess?"

"Is that--shit, is that--I didn't mean to offend you! I didn't put it there to make fun of you, just so that if I'm around a group of people and you text me, you know, their heads look up? I can see who's gay and be like Hey, let me set you up with my brother."

Kurt tilts his head to the side, unsure whether to be touched or weirded out. Maybe some sort of combination of both. "That is... so weird. And so sweet."

It's also fascinating that between the two of the Hudson-Hummel brothers, Finn was the one who managed to craft a gay-dar device. Maybe his brother is actually a secret and unassuming genius, and not the himbo Kurt's made him out to be.

The next words out of his mouth put that theory to rest.

"Yeah, I love you, man. I just want you to meet someone, and you know, I'll try not to set you up with any toe-sucking freaks--there have been a few close calls."

"I'm sorry, what?"

Finn ignores his interruption. "I promise my vetting process is more intense than the NFL draft."

"That means nothing to me," Kurt mumbles as he pulls Finn in for a hug.

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When Blaine hears the notification come from behind him as he stands in line at his favorite coffee shop, he looks up out of sheer curiosity. Who on earth would leave their Grindr alerts on that loudly in public?

He turns around, and is met by the sight of a tall man, looking down at Blaine like he's found the Holy Grail. It doesn't take Blaine more than a second to determine that this guy really isn't his type, but he looks so damn excited, Blaine would feel bad turning him down if he asked him out.

"Are you--" the man starts to ask, but thankfully, the barista calls out for the next customer before he can finish.

"Sorry, I gotta go order," he says, quickly stepping up to the counter.

He orders his usual medium drip and stands to the side, waiting for it to be ready.

Not long after, the stranger is standing by him.

Great. Another awkward encounter for the books.

"Soooooo," Random Guy starts, "you're like... Into dudes, right?"

"Wow, you really get straight to business, huh?"

"You've never had a FeetFinder account, have you?"

"Oh, my God, I have to go--" Blaine hasn't even gotten his coffee yet, but fuck it. Starbucks will keep its coffee and he'll keep his name and address a secret, away from this creep.

"No, no!" the guy holds his hands out in an attempt to stop Blaine from leaving. "That came out totally wrong, I'm just--trying to make sure you're not a total weirdo, you know?"

"I'm the weirdo? You're asking me about my dating preferences and feet and I'm the weird one?"

"Yeah, not my best moment," he rubs his hand sheepishly behind his neck. "Guess I was just excited."

"I'm flattered, but I really don't need to know what gets you going."

"I'm Finn," Random Guy says. "I saw your reaction to my ringtone, and figured you're gay, and you don't seem particularly weird--"

"Thanks?"

"--so would you be interested in going out--" Blaine opens his mouth to let Finn down gently, before hearing the rest of the sentence. "--with my brother?"

"Oh. So you're really not just looking to hook up?"

Finn furrows his eyebrows. "What, dude, no! I mean, you're not ugly, at all, but I've got a fiance."

"Well, congrats to you two," Blaine says politely. "I'm sure he's very lovely."

"She is," Finn corrects. "So, I've probably screwed this up enough already, but you wouldn't happen to be interested in that date, would you?"

Blaine sighs. Normally, he'd say absolutely not to something like this. But he's been going through a bit of a dry spell, romantically speaking. Either way, he figures at the very least, he'll get a story to tell at parties out of this. "To be clear, you would not be present on this date."

"Wait, would you not want to date me if I was gay?"

"Absolutely not."

"You know what, fair enough. And no, it'll just be you and Kurt."

A little jolt passes though Blaine--excitement at the thought of someone he hasn't even met yet. "What does Kurt like?"

"Uhhhh... guys, for sure."

Blaine stifles a laugh.

"He works at some fashion magazine, likes to sing, musicals. He's really into reality, TV, too, I think."

Blaine nearly backs out of the decision. Truth be told, Finn just described about half the population of New York. Then Finn shakes his head.

"Okay, so I may not know a bunch about what my brother likes, but I know who he is. He's the kind of guy who's there when you need him, who is so kind when the world has just... chewed him up and spat him out. He's got a good heart, and I've learned a lot about what it means to be a man from him."

Blaie is silent for a moment, unsure how to respond.

"Shit, that was too much, wasn't it?"

"It actually might've been just enough."

Finn pulls out his phone from his pocket. "Here, this is him. Let me set you up on one date with him. I promise you won't regret it."

Staring up at Blaine from the screen is a handsome young man with well groomed hair and a beaming smile, laughing as Finn has his arm slung around his shoulders.

If Finn wanted him to agree to this date, he should have shown him this picture first.

"Woah," he says. "Your brother is hot. Next time, I'd start with the picture."

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"I can't believe I agreed to this," Kurt mutters, swiping a lint roller down the front of his freshly ironed pants.

"I can," Rachel sing-songs from the living room couch, snuggled up next to Finn.

"Thanks. It means so much that you think so highly of me," Kurt says sarcastically, not an ounce of gratitude in his voice.

"Well, you've admittedly had a rough go of it lately in the romance department, haven't you?"

There's a knock at the door, and Kurt scowls as he goes to open it. She's not wrong, and he knows it.

The door to the loft opens, revealing the man who must be Blaine, hair swept neatly back, a nervous smile, and holding a bouquet of red and yellow roses wrapped in brown butcher paper, tied together with string.

"Hi," he mumbles breathlessly. "I'm Blaine."

All Kurt can do is stare for a moment. "Kurt," he finally manages.

"I, uh--these are for you," Blaine stutters, fumbling with the bouquet for a moment before extending it towards Kurt.

"Oh, um, thank you," he replies, willing the red on his cheeks to cool to a neutral skin tone when Finn and Rachel send him impressed looks. "I'll get these in a vase."

Soon after placing the flowers in a vase, Kurt grabs his coat and smiles at Blaine. "Ready?"

"Absolutely."

Not long after they get into their cab does Kurt get a text from Finn.

I did good, didn't I?

Kurt doesn't reply until he and Blaine walk out from their movie, hand in hand.

Don't get cocky... But you did. You did great.

Guess the fic! =D (I wish you and your 44 works in the glee fandom good luck lol)

I couldn't pick, you so get a few lines from the same chapter ;)

And he completely, one hundred percent, absolutely does not have a crush on him.

“It’s great to see you again, Kurt,” he murmurs. A shiver runs down Kurt’s spine at Blaine’s hot breath against his ear. 

FUUUUUCK i was so sure I was gonna get this lol but this is the first one that has got me completely stumped!! I'm gonna guess...... If Music Be??? I truly have no idea!

Drop your request for a drabble down below, I have been DEFEATED lmao!

[hibicactus]

Sub!Yandere Shigaraki x Reader WIP

Ngl this has been in the draft phase for a long time, but hopefully it will see the light of day as a complete work at some point lmao

Basic summary: Shiggy locked you up in a house (surprise) and your not very happy being removed from your daily life w/o warning (surprise). Shigaraki is pretty mellowed out in this one; more on the angsty emo teen side vs angry emo teen side 

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“Stop,” you commanded him, your voice still raspy from yelling at the top of your lungs not that long ago. You had lifted your head with your eyes trained on him, like slits, watching his every muscle tense as he obeyed your command. He looked somewhat surprised, you noted, likely due to the fact that this was the first thing you had said to him at a somewhat normal volume in over a week. You watched him shift uncomfortably as he dug his hands into his pockets to avoid scratching at his neck, and nervously glanced around the room before finally settling his eyes on one of the few empty spots on the floor. 

“Um,” Shigaraki began as he attempted to carry a conversation with you..

“You have some nerve trying to talk to me after everything you’ve done.” you cut him off barely above a whisper. Shigaraki closed his eyes and winced. He took a few deep breaths before slowly opening his eyes and moving them towards your face.

“I know..I know, I’m so sorry, I-” the heated look in your eyes told him to shut up.

“If you’re really sorry then…”. You didn’t have to continue your sentence for him to catch your meaning. He’d heard it from you at least 10 times a day, and was familiar with hearing it at night in his dreams (or nightmares). At this point, it was practically an inside greeting between the two of you; Shigaraki apologizes for locking you up in some random house and you order him to let you leave...

SMUT SNIPPET BELOW CUT

By now you’ve noticed that your ministrations have started to affect him in a not so innocent way, confirming a few theories that you’ve had based on how he’s reacted to certain behaviors in the past. The way he would go completely red after you casually joked about running your hands through his wild hair, or the way his eyes would briefly flash a heated look after you teasingly called him a cute nickname. You try to contain a tiny smirk, still having some sense of awareness to hold you back. Given the overall seriousness of the situation, enjoying yourself like this seems highly inappropriate and a bit messed up even but, those are thoughts to file away for later. 

You turn your attention back to the shaking boy kneeling next to your bed. It seems like he’s attempting to stifle his noises and contain his reactions, but he’s not doing the best job. Quiet whines and squeaks are managing to slip through, and it looks like he’s trying to rock his hips into the side of the bed. This time, you let yourself grin a bit sadistically and tug on his ear. Shigaraki attempts (and fails) to shove his face further into the mattress before anything else slips out, but an obscene moan still reaches your ears despite his efforts. You think to yourself a bit and decide to move your hand back towards the top of his head and lightly pet him for a few seconds, before grabbing a small handful of hair and tugging his head back, a bit more harshly than you did on his ear. 

This time, there’s nothing blocking his face to help stifle his noises and he involuntarily lets out the most pornographic noise you’ve heard from him yet. You let your eyes focus on his expression. His face is burning red, eyes glassy and unfocused, and there's a thick trail of drool running down the side of his chin, no doubt having left a wet spot on the side of the mattress. You glance down towards his lap. As expected, there’s a prominent bulge emerging from his pants, with the tip showing a clear dark spot. You use the leverage you have on Shigaraki’s hand to pull his face closer to yours, unintentionally prompting another whine to slip out.

[starscrisis]

Hey shawty! Me personally, I’m seeing a big lack of shxtou x reader, and was wondering if u could fester up an X f!reader fic w him. nsfw if it isn’t too much trouble, I have some works I’m trying to do w him myself but it’s not turning out great at all😭. Maybe w him being on his mommy kink behavior‼️

₊❏❜ 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 ¡! ࿔₊°

Summary: There is nothing in the world that you love more than a sweet boy who can’t live without your touch and attention.

Word count: 1,296

Warnings: Mommy kink, Hand Job, PussyJob, male whimpering and moaning, and shoto just being a sub lmao.

Author’s Note: When I tell you I SCREAMED of happiness I’m not joking, the main reason why I started to write is because the lack of shxtou fics and I need to make my own so, ILY ANON AND PLEASE TAG ME IF YOU WRITE ABOUT SHOTO 🍑

Late summer nights are always the hottest ones. Everytime you were heading to bed you would have to open a window so the chill fresh air could embrace you for a bit, but that was not the case, the air was just as hot as your apartment. But you know what was even hotter? Him.

Those Purple blueish eyes that could barely keep open but kept awake because of the heat, his disheveled purple hair oh so messy because of turning around so much in discomfort, and that little tint of pink in his cheeks that you could barely distinguish in the dark of the room. Maybe it was the heatwave that makes your head dizzy and your body warm, but he wasn’t helping at all. Not at all when he kept pressing in to you even in this horribly humid room. You knew he wasn’t just warm because of the heat. You knew him too well.

No words were needed when it was the two of you, your hands would find each other every time and your bodies would connect just like perfect pieces in a puzzle. Taking his hand softly you guided yourself on top of him, lowering your face just enough to kiss his soft lips which made him release the sweetest sound you had ever heard, your fingers played with his own and your other hand found his way in between his legs and teasingly playing with his underwear; He always slept on little clothes but with this heat it felt suffocating.

His tongue came out giving your lower lip a puppy lick asking for your permission to slip in, even if he was the one asking for it you would be the one dominating his mouth. He was such a good boy and rejecting him felt so wrong so you just opened your mouth and danced along with his tongue. At this point he was so warm, warmer than the summer air that kept sneaking into the room; Your hand kept playing with his underwear until it finally pulled it down to his ankles so his cock was free. It was already pulsating and you could tell he was neglecting his needs just to not disturb you. He really was a good boy.

- “m-mommy… please” - He whispered while separating from your lips for just a second. His voice was so intoxicating, just hearing him made you feel so drunk and it was so hard saying no to him, he was being so good to you plus it was already so warm so why not indulge a little bit more? You softly started rubbing circles around his thighs with your left hand while playing with his hair with the right one.

-“ please what love?, be more specific “ - you asked back, you were gonna give in either way but hearing him say what he wanted in that embarrassed puppy tone was so satisfying. Inch by inch you got your hand closer to his erection, teasing him so much more so it would be more fun.

- “ Please I… N-Need yo- ah! “ - he let out with a yelp at the end when you finally got you palm in his aching cock. His tip had an angry red blush and was already dripping pre cum. You slightly stroked him, going from the base to the top finally playing with his tip which just made him shake and whimper under your touch. Taking a little bit more of speed you started jerking him off while kissing him with passion, making him more awake and warm. - “ M-mommy ahh~♡ M-M-More~“ -

There was nothing in the world that you loved more than this. It was not the feeling of the sexual intimacy, nor the perversion of having a title. It was the moment when you realized that he only wanted to be cared for, he was like a baby in your arms and you felt the need to protect him. As a man he felt he needed to be strong for you, but you showed him he didn’t need to do any of that, that he doesn’t have to pretend and be stronger to protect you when just being by your side made him strong enough to be a real man, a man that learns to embrace his feelings, to cry, to laugh, to feel certain ways, to accept himself and his nature, because that’s what being a man is all about.

He was so close and you could tell when his whimpers became moans and his volume got higher. Just before he could finish you pulled your hand away stoping all stimulation. - “ No! - please I need it mommy! “- he begged with tears forming in his eyes and you felt so guilty for it, but it was just the beginning.

- “ shhh baby, I don’t want you cumming in my hands “ - you said starting to take off your underwear, a glossy string connecting your cunt with the piece of fabric. - “ wouldn’t you prefer my cunt luv? “ - you asked and if it wasn’t for the lewdness of the situation you would had laughed at his intense nodding, so desperate for you and your touch.

Cautiously you spread your lips that were just as wet as his tip and started rubbing up and down on his shaft. His tip poking just right in your clit making you throw your head back in ecstasy even on the smallest stimulation, but you were just as hot as he was and this was helping you calm down. His head was thrown into the pillows and a hand was draped over his mouth so his moans wouldn’t be audible but you weren’t gonna let that happen so quickly you grabbed his hand and put it over his head, making him unable to hide so you could enjoy his sounds.

You kept rubbing your cunt all along his cock speeding up bit by bit making sure to tease him just enough for you to also enjoy it. He felt so euphoric, already on edge from your earlier ministrations he was getting close again and this time you were kind enough to let him release. Grabbing his free hand you intertwined his fingers with yours and sensually whispered in his ear - “ Come on my sweet puppy, I know you want to~ ♡” - You started while taking of your hand to pinch his nipples, he let out a high pitched moan and his eyes were wide as plates looking at you in admiration and lust - “ Cum for me, will ya? Be a good boy for mommy “- and that was enough for him to release, closing his eyes and grabbing your hips to keep in place his cock spurted lots of warm and thick cum that landed on his stomach.

You smiled at him and finally got of from him to grab a towel in the bathroom to clean him up. He just stared at you in adoration, he loved you so much; his hand found your hair and slightly ran his fingers between it, you looked up at him and finishing you connected your lips with his in a sweeter kiss. Without caring about your clothes, you wrapped your arms around him and throw yourself into the mattress, he turned to your side and laid his head on your breasts hearing your heartbeat in a bliss.

Almost forgetting about the heat that tormented you a few moments ago, you closed your window and finally closed your eyes while hugging your lover. Summer nights were the hottest ones, but the fire in your hearts was enough to make it feel like a cold night.

property of: starscrisis ™️

[base0h]

Can I pls get hcs for luffy and law with a male s/o that has a higher bounty than them and has stronger powers that can easily make them a emperor if they were to get caught on the news

a/n - why yes ofc anon :) I feel like this is gonna be chaotic on specifically Luffy’s part 😭

Warnings ⚠️ - male reader, chaos

Luffy

- you don’t even know how hyped he is

- like.

- he is SO EXCITED

- but also kinda jealous

- BUT EXCITED

- kinda jealous

- he goes back and forth lmao 💀

- immediately wants to fight you

- he wants to see if he can at least hold his own against you

- when you beat his ass you better give him cuddles bec he’ll be all pouty 🙄

- he will refuse to talk until he eats meat

- it always makes him feel better 😭

- ok yes he’s a bit hurt that you have a higher bounty than him

- he’s just competitive like that ✨

- but! He’s also super excited about it

- He loves having you by his side while knowing you’re literally one of the strongest people in the world

- sometimes he wonders why you won’t become a Yonko but that’s your decision :)

- oh dw he still protects you lmao

- he still can’t get over the fact that you don’t really need rescuing but he’ll do anything for you 🥺

- He shares his meat only with people he’s super close to, and those who he thinks are pretty admirable!

- and with that, he’ll share his meat without a second thought with you :)

- just don’t eat it all or else he might start getting bratty 💀

- if you ramble about your powers, he’ll gladly show you all of his!!

- he LOVES exchanging power showdowns

- god he gets so excited whenever he sees one of your moves

- it’s like his eyes sparkle 🥹✨

- PLS PLS PLS STAY BY THIS BOY’S SIDE 😭😭😭

Law

- his first reaction was like: …. Good job

- and then he got excited after a couple days-

- idk why he couldn’t just skip to the “he’s happy for you” part but he’s law so let’s let him be lmao

- He’s actually not surprised at all

- man knows you’re REALLY powerful

- He always thought you would become a yonko at some point, even when he first laid eyes on you

- Oh god you have to rescue him sometimes right??

- man will be so embarrassed

- You’re carrying him bridal style while running away 💀

- pls he turns into Kid’s hair color 😭

- Man FREAKS OUT whenever you come to rescue him (which isn’t that often but it still happens)

- he always says: “I don’t need saving y/n. I’m fine.”

- *About to be roasted alive over an open flame*

- law finds it difficult to accept help from you bec he feels bad that he’s not the one doing it to you :(

- ok please just get yourself captured and let him save you so he’ll feel better about himself 😭

- He finds that he feels a bit weak when you always gotta rescue his ass

- Reassure him that he’s perfect the way he is and that you find it kinda cute

- he might melt and die tho 😭

- He still doesn’t know even why you manage to carry him bridal style every single damn time when you rescue him 💀

- honestly I’d pay to see someone carry law bridal style 🙄

- You’re amazing, and he fucking knows it

- You got a higher bounty than him? He’s not jealous at all! (Unlike mr rubber man)

- he’s actually very proud of you :D

- Emo boy loves how strong you are 🥺

a/n - this is barely proofread I’m so sorry- 😭

<3