#emme’s bad ideas

[emmedoesntdomath]

to add some lightness to my feed- top gun things! yay gay pilots!!

jake and bradley are both nfl guys. perhaps a dabble in the mlb, a glance at college sports- but the nfl, istg. jake obviously roots for the cowboys, sorry not sorry. bradley roots for the raiders. there is no explanation for this, but it’s right in my SOUL

(as an add on to the previous: have they gotten into fist fights over heated nfl debates? possibly. perchance. do they both agree that the patriots are the worst team in the league? oh, 100%. the chiefs are a very, very close second.)

pete watches the mlb, and the mlb exclusively. don’t come for me here. someone once tried to convert him to basketball in college, and then he got kicked out of the game for getting drunk and attempting to crowd-surf. baseball is the best option here for everyone.

bradley is addicted to coffee in the way that he could quit drinking it and would be fine, but would miss his mugs too much. he has a collection. it takes up an entire cabinet. once, when jake was really angry, he threatened one of the mugs. he then proceeded to sleep on the couch for the next two nights.

ice is the bitch in the front of class with the obscene highlighter collection. you know the one I’m talking about. it is crisp, it is color-coded, it is beautiful. no questions at this time.

jake is unable to call ice anything but sir. no, it is not a rule. no, he does not have any problems with mav. there’s just something specific about the way that ice gives him an unimpressed look that makes the word ‘tom’ just. freeze. in his mouth. bradley thinks it’s the funniest fucking shit.

goose was born and raised catholic. he still goes to church on days of holy obligation, but not much other than that. still, there is a worn bible in the top drawer of his dresser, and a rosary in the glove box of his car. it’s not a thing.

ice is jewish. end sentence.

🫡

[emmedoesntdomath]

HAHA I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO ASK

ok, so, back when I did my list of couples and gender headcanons, I had the same question. I’m, like, 90% sure that I actually put ‘who is darcy historically??’ as my little comment for bill/darcy. and we’ve all met me at this point. I have no chill and zero restraint to my name. I obviously did some research. 

when katherine introduces jack to bill and darcy right before once and for all, the entire bit is that instead of being these two guys that just knew how to do the grunt labor, she went to the very top, and got the guys who practically run the damn thing. bill is obviously william randolph hearst jr., and darcy’s father “owns the trib” (your mr. reid). jack and the audience have a wait what moment, and the scene moves on. 

but let’s pause on that moment, shall we?

again, bill’s pretty straightforward. there was a william randolph hearst jr. he was hearst sr.’s second son, and the one who took over the business when he passed. he wasn’t alive at the time of the strike, which made him all that much more perfect to use as a name (think of how they picked katherine pulitzer specifically, and how she, again, wasn’t around during the time of the strike). darcy, though. you don’t hear about a darcy reid. and more than that, like you so kindly pointed out, you have no fucking clue who mr. reid might be. 

the history of the new york tribune goes as such: 

horace greeley (yes, the one who left new york, came back and then died)(betcha we didn’t know who that person was, either) founds it in 1841, and runs it until 1872, when he dies. he was an outstanding editor, with incredible sales and popularity, and very much competition to one joseph pulitzer. when he passes, a new editor steps up- whitelaw reid. 

whitelaw reid was, once again, a big competitor to joseph pulitzer. he was the editor and publisher of the tribune after 1872, a politician (like pulitzer), an aide-de-camp during the civil war (a MUCH higher rank than pulitzer), AND AMBASSADOR TO BOTH FRANCE AND GREAT BRITAIN FOR NUMEROUS YEARS ON SEPARATE OCCASIONS (hint- pulitzer didn’t do this). and once he became the editor? his sales outpaced the world’s. it’s been speculated by historians that the tribune was the most influential newspaper in the united states for the entirety of the time he ran it. 

so, yes, mr. reid was a real person. yes, he did really own the tribune. 

as for his son? well, darcy reid wasn’t a real person. whitelaw’s son, ogden, did take over the paper after his father, and is probably who darcy was based off of. 

there’s your lil’ history

But do we know Mr Reids first name?

But also him seeing Darcy kissing someone and being pleased the boy is finally showing an interest so he can make a family in a few years until he realizes who exactly his son is kissing

I DONT THINK SO ( @emmedoesntdomath any historical things? Was Mr. Reid a real person?)

THEY TRADED VESTS WHAT DID THE PRODUCERS WANT US TO THINJ?!

[l13]

hmm idk this is fluffy but i feel like ghost would secretly melt every time his gf would call him ‘angel’

wdym i love fluffff, send me fluffy asks i love emm:(

cw: pure fluff, f!reader

imagine you and ghost are cuddling, nd you're laying on your back with his hands wrapped around your middle, his head resting against your chest while you're talking about random stuff. And suddenly, nicknames come up, and you realize that you always call him either Simon or Ghost, despite him using 'lovie/love, baby, sweeatheart' regularly on you. Well... most of them were spoken in private, away from prying eyes, but STILL.

You were in shock that you'd never chosen anything for him, and kinda offended on behalf of him, too. He chuckled at your behavior, saying he really didn't care, but you insisted that he needed something. So you started to list off potential nicknames for him,

"Ghostie-"

"Absolutely not."

"Yeah that's bad, umm oh!! You can be my pookie bear,"

he nudged your side softly, the corner of his lips quirking up in amusement "Stop it."

"I'm just playing. I can call you love, too, yknow. You're my love."

You run your fingers through his hair, smiling dumbly at the way you feel his breath hitch, but then he's huffing "That's your nickname, love, you can't have it."

"But I do have it-"

"I have it, and it's for you,"

you purse your lips to stop yourself from laughing, rolling your eyes "Fine." he hums in reply, and you're both quiet for a while, so much so that you think he's fallen asleep.

But then an idea pops into your head and your eyebrows shoot up, "What about angel?"

Ghost doesn't say anything but you can hear the sharp inhale of his nose, his hands tightening the slightest bit around you "Nah,"

you pout down at him, tilting your head to try and get a glimpse of his face, "Why not?"

"Just doesn't fit me, 's all." and you would have let it go if his reply had been different, but your gut told you that he was 100% serious,

"Simon.. Look at me," he refused to do so, so you tugged at his hair the slightest bit, and he groaned lowly, turning over so his chest is flush against your own, supporting his weight on his forearms on either side of your head, his nose nudging your own.

your fingers fall from in between his hair, down to his cheeks, to cradle them in your palms as you look at him "You're an angel."

Ghost huffs, "An angel that kills people, sure,"

"Well... in Supernatural that's the norm-"

"Fuckin' hell.." he's rolling his eyes, a grin tugging at his lips nonetheless.

You narrow your eyes at him playfully, "Rule's changed, you don't get a say in this. I'm gonna call you angel, and that's final."

"Great." a snort escapes you at his dryness, and you giggle when he nuzzles his face against your cheek, planting a soft kiss on your cheekbone.

"I want more enthusiasm or else it's gonna change to pookie bear-"

Simon leans back to fully look at you, his eyebrows shot up, eyes seemingly glinting with mock interest "Changed my mind, angel's growin' on me."

"Thought so,"

<3

The next day when you walk in the mission brief room (idk wtf to call it, meeting room??) you mumble a small "Hey, angel," and maybe your brain is still foggy from sleep or maybe you genuinely didn't think much of it, but Soap's cackle is immediate, "Hey bon, listen I'm lovin' the new name but take me out to dinner first, yeah?"

Ghost's dumb grin fades in a millisecond at soap's comment and before he's realizing what he's doing he lets his hand brush your own as you pass by him, and then he's meeting Soap's stunned eyes, "She's talking to me,"

Soap still doesn't know what the fuck is going on when Ghost turns to you, muttering a small "Hi, lovie," your way,

[outofconcheol]

Sign Here For... (HJS x F!Reader)

pairing: delivery boy!Jisung x afab!reader genres/au/rating: crack, smut, fluff, one night stand au, 18+ summary: Feeling frustrated and reeling from your recent breakup, you put in a special order on your favorite delivery app. However, with the goods, comes Jisung, who's a lot more than you'd ever bargained for.

word count: 4.0k

warnings: past relationship and referenced breakup (Minho x reader), regrettable decisions are made, Jisung and reader are both so very shy and cute but also bold, lots of innuendos, alcohol use, swearing, some little thoughts of self-doubt, Jisung's black nail polish, unexpected feels, smut warnings: nsfw thoughts, sex toys, making out, nipple play, fingering (f receiving), oral (m and f receiving), unprotected sex (the pull-out method)

a/n: djsksk what is this?? except the unhinged product of both my imagination and my infatuation with Han Jisung. this is my first time writing a fic for anybody besides bts, so I'm super nervous about this. Special thanks to Miss Emme (@temptaetions) for informing me that Dashmart, of all places, sells sex toys which then became the impetus for whatever kind of delusional thing this is. i hope you enjoy, and please be nice!

This had the potential to be a bad idea. A very bad idea. Rubbing at your eyes, you glare at your phone screen in the dark, legs tucked underneath you on the couch. If this backfired, maybe you could blame the blue light. Your psych professor in college had always loved to mumble about how cell phones were killing the younger generations’ brain cells. 

Or, you could blame the fact that you’d shown up to Chan’s party last night, determined to have a good time after months of moping over your breakup, only to find your ex, Minho, sucking face with a new girl. Yeah. You could definitely blame it on that.

It wasn’t like you didn’t expect him to move on — it was just that you also expected yourself to have. Minho had been your first and only relationship, lasting through all of college and beyond before you’d broken up, deciding your lives were heading in different directions.

Honestly, you hadn’t been upset until the party last night. You’d accepted the breakup, growing pains were inevitable when you’d gotten together so young. But the fact that he’d moved on this quickly and you hadn’t stung.

Not to mention you were horny. Four years with Minho and then just like that, it all stopped. All you wanted was to get laid again. Unfortunately, after a disastrous drunken encounter on a dating app with a physical therapy student named Changbin, in which he’d fallen asleep before you’d even done the deed, you decided that it might have been too soon, and to take a step back.

But you were human, and if devoting your college years to studying the human psyche had taught you anything, it was that humans were needy. Very needy. For food, for shelter, for company. Which is why you were surprised at how the human race hadn’t crumbled already, given the rate of break-ups and divorces occurring these days. The problem was, that despite being needy, humans were also overthinkers.

So you’d spent a week pondering over what you were about to do, rationalizing every aspect of it in your brain - the pros, the cons, the consequences. And had almost talked yourself out of it when running into Minho tonight had been the catalyst for driving your decision the other way completely.

All you wanted was to hop onto your favorite delivery app, ready to wallow in pity over some ice cream and chips, and maybe Pride and Prejudice (2005), but then you’d seen it. 

It seemed delivery apps were becoming more and more full service these days. Because right there, past the Doritos and the body wash, were sex toys. 

You feel your throat go dry and eyes widen as they flash across the screen - all different sizes, shapes, and colours. There was more variety than you expected.

Immediately, you groan at yourself. More variety than you expected? Who expected to see sex toys on a delivery app anyway? The drought must finally have been getting to your brain.

Throwing your phone aside, you groan, trying to ignore the throbbing at your temple and in between your thighs. Maybe it was time to go out and find someone – maybe your self-imposed celibacy was driving you stir-crazy. It wouldn’t be so crazy to check out Minho’s Instagram, and see how he was doing…

“Get it together!” you mumble to yourself, pinching your arm. You were not going to stoop to the level of texting your ex. However, you were going to stoop to a different level entirely. You wipe your clammy palms on your thighs, picking your phone back up and clicking on a pink one quickly, immediately scrolling down to avoid dealing with the consequences of your transgression.

A few minutes later, you’ve managed to fill the cart with a dozen different snacks…and well… the other thing. It taunts you as you check out, and you focus your mind elsewhere, like the berry cheesecake ice cream you’d ordered. This was just another form of self-care, right?

You can feel the blood rushing in your ears and a bead of sweat trickles down your back, and you make the decision to hop into the shower while you waited. Sighing, you push yourself to stop being the overthinker you’d always been. Whoever was in charge of it would just put it at the door and then leave. It was none of their business, right?

Jisung really wasn’t a judgemental person. He knew people went through so much in their lives, which is why he never questioned orders with enough food for twelve people, only for one person to show up at the door. Or when someone ordered just yogurt and Tide Pods. People tended to forget things. Or they wanted to enjoy things. And who was he to stop them?

But right now, he was conflicted. He’d thought nothing of the order he’d just gotten, clicking accept on his delivery app, but then he’d done a double take when he actually saw what he’d had to pick up. Chugging along to the store on his red bicycle, he heaves for breath, trying to calm the racing in his heart.

You had to be joking right? Maybe you’d clicked it by mistake. He was more than used to his fair share of strange requests, but delivering a vibrator to someone’s doorstep was a new one. For a second, he’d thought about calling to confirm that you’d actually meant to order it, along with a mountain of snacks, but pushed the thought away immediately. That would only make things more awkward.

He wondered what could have possessed you to do something so impulsive. But then a lightbulb went off in his head. People tended to make rash decisions when they were going through a tough time — like a breakup. And suddenly, it all made sense to Jisung.

And being the empathetic person he was, his heart twinged for your sadness. You must have been really lonely. He wondered who could have broken up with you to make you so upset - from what he saw from your snack choices, you already had impeccable taste and he liked you. So he’d make sure you got your things safely.

Pulling up to the store, Jisung parks his bike away safely, the bell above the door signaling his entrance. The store clerk takes one look at him in his snapback with the app’s logo on it, and can barely hold back a smirk. Jisung feels his cheeks heat up… this wasn’t even his stuff, why was he feeling self-conscious?

“I’m uh, here for, —” he chokes out, feeling his throat close up, unable to get the words out. “Yeah.”

“Here you go,” the store clerk pushes the bag his way, unable to hold back their laughter, and Jisung feels a flash of anger go through him. Yeah, it was odd, but there was no reason to be so judgemental about it. “I hope whoever it is enjoys themselves.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure they do,” he blurts out, watching the clerk’s eyes widen before he realizes what he’d just said. “I-, I mean I’ll make sure they get it, you know?”

He decides it’s time to leave before he does something even more stupid, slapping his palm against his forehead while he rushes out. What was it about this specific time that had him so flustered?

Actually, he knows what it was. He’d taken one look at the pink vibrator nestled away in its packaging, and thoughts of what would happen to it after he’d left it at your door raced through him. Rubbing a hand at the back of his neck, he wipes away the sweat that collects at his nape, taking a few deep breaths before hopping back on his bike.

Looking at the map, your apartment was only a couple of blocks away. He had to get it together before then.

Shaking out your wet hair, you slip your oversized t-shirt on, pulling up your fluffy socks, only to be interrupted by a knock at the door. That couldn’t be what you thought it was. You decide to wait a few minutes to see if they knock again, and sure enough, they do.

You huff, looking down at your app. You’re pretty sure you’d clicked “leave at front”. But whoever “Jisung” was, he clearly didn’t get the memo, knuckles continuing to rap at your door. 

“Helloooo,” his voice calls out, laced with genuine concern. “Is anyone there?”

Filled with annoyance, you stomp over to the door, pulling it open, ready to give this guy a piece of your mind when—,

Oh. Oh.

Big, brown doe eyes look at you from the other end, glassy and filled with sparkles, and your mind immediately goes blank, forgetting what you were so upset about. You stay there, lips parted, taking in every detail of the handsome stranger currently at your door, from his longish hair that falls in his eyes underneath his snapback, to the black painted fingernails on his slender hands. 

The two of you remained locked in a stare for a few moments, Jisung unable to take his eyes off you either, and that’s when it registers that you’re only wearing a t-shirt and socks. You have the urge to slam the door in his face and scream from embarrassment, but then you wouldn’t be able to see his pretty face. 

Jisung lets out a strangled sound, somewhere in between choking and a cough, hitting his chest in order to get the words out.

“Hi, I’m here with your order,” his voice cracks when he presents the bag full of things, the pink vibrator lying right on top 

Your lips remain parted in an “o”, unable to say anything, eyes flitting in between your order and the cute delivery boy at your door. Eventually, you realize you should do something. Just maybe. So he doesn’t think you’re weird.

“I, uh, thank you, uhm, Jisung was it?” you watch his eyes widen at your acknowledgement, a smile lighting up his face. And it has your heart doing backflips. 

“No problem, I hope you enjoy it!” Jisung responds enthusiastically, his ears reddening when he realizes what he’d just said.

Time seems to stand still when you accept the bag, watching him zip up his backpack and put on his jacket, those black nails taunting you. For a moment you imagine what they’d feel like inside of —

“Do you wanna come inside?” The words tumble from your lips before you can stop them, and Jisung freezes. You swear you hear him curse underneath his breath.

This was insane. Probably the most insane thing you’d done since breaking up with Minho. But he gave you butterflies in a way that no one had for a long time, and maybe, just maybe, this was a sign from the universe to take a risk. One more time. 

“Jisung,” you repeat slowly, and he finally looks up at you, checking over his shoulder to see if you’re talking to him. “Do you want to come inside?”

He shrugs his jacket off, letting his backpack slip off until it’s hanging off one shoulder before he nods, unable to take his eyes off you standing on the other side of the threshold.

“I’d love to.”

Jisung feels like he’s going to pass out, wondering if he was having an out-of-body experience. Not only did he deliver his first sex toy today, but of course it had to be to one of the hottest girls he’d ever seen. None of it seemed real, as he followed you into your cosy apartment, filled with fairy lights and soft cushions.

A troublesome thought crosses his mind as he slips off his jacket and shoes, when he thinks back to how maybe you’d been going through a break-up. You inviting him in only served to strengthen that suspicion in his mind, but you’d been nothing but nice, just as shy and nervous at he’d felt. Whatever this was, Jisung was down for it, whether you just needed someone to talk to or — he thinks back to the pink vibrator. 

Perhaps it was better not to get ahead of himself.

“Make yourself comfortable,” your soft voice echoes from the kitchen. He can hear you rustling around in there, putting away your things, and it makes him even more flustered. He looks around for anything to distract him from his racing mind, settling on a few photo frames of you and another guy, posing with three cats.

“I should probably take those down,” you surprise him again, coming up from behind and setting down some of the snacks you’d gotten and a few bottles of soju. “I haven’t really had anyone over here since the breakup.”

He was honestly shocked you were still on the rebound from your last relationship, given that you were — well you. If he’d known you then, heartbreak wouldn’t even have been a word in your vocabulary.

“It wasn’t horrible, if that’s what you’re wondering,” you reassure him, seeing a cute frown cross his face. “Minho was my first for a lot of things, but eventually you realize not everything is meant to last forever.”

“Is that why you, uh, you needed the things today?” Jisung chokes on sip of soju, hoping the sharp liquid can make him a little less awkward. From the way you fidget with your hair, he realizes it’s not helping at all on that front.

“Enough about me,” you take another swig, a bit of soju dribbling down your chin, and Jisung fights the urge to reach over and wipe it off. But then he’d be too close.

Jisung is a natural talker, opening up easily about himself and his life, from his own cute puppy to his friend group. Through the course of the conversation, he realizes that you’re older than him, but it doesn’t bother him. Something about the earnestness in your eyes makes him feel comfortable. It doesn’t help that you’re stunning under the dim lights, your damp skin shining and lips twisting into an adorable grin while you listen to him talk.

He wonders if he’s being a bit too forward, unable to keep his eyes off them while he goes on, but if you notice, you don’t say anything.

Half an hour later, and the distance between the two of you on the couch is completely non-existent, your thighs pressed up against Jisung’s while you giggle at his Doraemon impression. 

He knows he’s probably a little tipsy, both of you are, but that doesn’t stop shock from registering when you pick up his hands, intertwining your fingers to marvel at his nail polish.

You bring them close to you, and even though he’s not touching you, he can swear he feels the thud of your heartbeat underneath your shirt.

“Do you like them?” his voice is gravelly as he asks the question, the soju making him feel like he’s floating. 

“I do,” you stutter out. “They look really fucking good, I want them to, I-I mean I want some like them, shit���”

Another giggle bubbles from your lips and Jisung thinks he’s going to lose his mind, watching your eyes grow heavy-lidded, still clutching his hands in yours. The two of you are impossibly close now, any more and you’d be on top of him, but maybe he wants that. Maybe you want it too. 

You squeak when he pulls you on top of him, the haze clearing momentarily when he feels your legs straddle him, clutching onto his shirt to avoid falling over completely. Jisung grips your thighs to hold you steady, and your stomach swims at his proximity. Looking into your eyes, he sees your pupils go dark, your throat bobbing while the two of you remain frozen, contemplating your next move. 

He watches you suck in a breath, breaking eye contact to look over at the photo frames on your shelf, sadness flashing in your eyes. It stirs something within him, and he stops you midway, cupping your chin in his hands and tilting your head back towards him.

“Can I kiss you?” His voice is lower than he’s ever heard it, desire seeping into every crevice, and he sees you give a little nod before you’re leaning in, crashing your lips onto his. 

Jisung stifles a groan, melting into the kiss, your soft, slightly chapped lips adding to the fire that fuels in between you. A whine escapes the back of your throat, your nails raking through the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him into you. He traces the inside of your mouth, pressing you down onto his thighs, shocked to find wetness leaking onto his jeans. 

You pull away with a flush, realization dawning on your face. Chewing your lower lip, you give him an apologetic look.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, I forgot I wasn’t wearing anything underneath…”

Jisung pulls you back into him, nipping at your bottom lip, before he’s pulling away again, his warm breath fanning into your neck.

“You don’t have to apologize baby,” he voice makes you shiver. “I came here for you after all.”

The two of you stumble back into your bedroom, lips clashing desperately, and you tug at the hem of Jisung’s shirt. He breaks away from your lips to allow you a small bit of focus, but it’s gone in seconds when he eyes your neck, pressing small kisses along its length, pausing to graze his teeth in a few spots. 

You flutter your eyelashes against Jisung’s temple, finally grabbing hold of his shirt and slipping it over his head. You pause, taking him in, running your knuckles along his sides, and he shivers. 

Jisung doesn’t even wait for you to finish undressing him, pushing you back onto your bed softly, watching the way your oversized t-shirt hikes up, exposing more and more of your body to him. 

You feel your stomach fall into knots at the appreciative look in his eyes. It’d been so long since someone had looked at you like that, and you feel like you could explode from that alone. You cling onto his biceps, giving them a squeeze, and he moves quickly, pulling you flush against him so he can grab your shirt and tear it off. 

Shoving you against him, he mouths at your jaw, tugging your hair so you arch up into him, grinding against the rough denim of his jeans. You collapse into a series of moans and sighs, rutting against him while Jisung continues to work you over, moving down to your neck, before he thumbs at your breasts.

The first swipe of his thumb against your nipple has you keening, throbbing with need until —

Jisung pins you in place, lifting his body slightly so you’re no longer touching. He toys with your nipple experimentally, giving it a squeeze, and you nearly sob at the contact, wanting to feel him again.

“Had to cut it off or I wouldn’t last,” he rumbles into your ear, stroking the soft skin of your stomach before he dips down in between your thighs, stroking exactly where you need him.

Jisung’s eyes widen in surprise at exactly how wet you seem to be, curiously swiping up and down before he plunges a finger in.

“Jisung, please, god, I—” you’re unable to get the words out, tugging at his hair while he fucks you open, your clit throbbing. Your hands roaming underneath the waistband of his pants, pushing at them uselessly, before Jisung pauses. You watch your arousal coat his fingers while he works the button open, finally pulling them off. 

Closing your eyes, you ready to finally feel him, but like everything else today, Jisung is full of surprises, kneeling until he’s face first with you, exposed and open for him. The first press of his tongue against you has you bucking up into him, and you feel him smirk, his other hand reaching to press on your neck.

Your eyes flutter, your entire focus narrowing to where Jisung sucks on your clit, and then you’re breaking, nearly flying off the sheets as your thighs clamp around his head, both of you unable to contain your moans. 

Jisung looks down at you, his lips swollen and messy with you on them, and you watch him study you, flushed and fucked out underneath him.

“Hey,” he says softly, brushing away the hair that’s fallen on your face. “You okay still?”

“Better than okay,” you mumble through your lips, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. It’s too soft a gesture for what this was supposed to be, but Jisung melts into it anyway, reveling in the quiet moment. 

“Keep going please?” you breathe into his neck. There’s barely a moment to think before Jisung’s hands are on your ass again, pushing you up into him so he can line himself up with your entrance. Without warning, he slides in, bottoming out harshly, and you dig your nails into his back.

You open up wider, letting him grab your leg and rest it on his shoulder, and his arm braces itself around your waist, lifting you up so he can find your lips again, tongue catching all the sounds that fall out of you. 

His hands roam all over you, like he can’t get enough of your body. Jisung’s sweat soaked bangs are messy as he throws his head back, thrusts getting sloppier and sloppier, and you know he’s close. 

“Fuck,” he groans, rubbing tight circles on your clit, until you feel yourself snap, gushing around him. “Where can I–”

Your hand rests on his jaw, rubbing small circles into it, and you’re pushing him back, watching his eyes widen in shock as you lower, taking him in between your lips. Jisung makes a strangled noise when he feels himself hit the back of your throat, twitching once before spilling into you. 

The two of you fall into each other, heavy breaths mingling, and Jisung buries his head into the crook of your neck. You feel him smile against you, and your own soft smile lights up your face, the both of you falling asleep holding each other.

It must be the middle of the night before you muster up the energy to move, cleaning yourself off and changing into a comfy shirt and sweatpants. Behind you, Jisung is still dozing off, his face even softer in sleep than it was awake, and you stroke his cheek.

Feeling bad, you slip out, deciding to make him a cup of coffee. There’s a pang in your heart when you realize that he has to leave after this, that the two of you made no promises to each other. Every muscle in your body is aching as you hunch over the boiling coffee pot, begging you to ask him to stay. 

From the corner of your eye, you spot the pink vibrator sitting on the counter, still in its packaging, and you chuckle, realizing you’d never got a chance to put it away.

“I hope you’re not thinking of using that without me,” you jump in shock at Jisung’s voice, turning around to see him grinning at you, hair mussed and clothes rumpled. 

“Oh god, Jisung, I’m so sorry, your job, I didn’t even realize,” panic sets in as you try to make an excuse, guilt filling your chest for dragging him into your heartbreak.

“___,” he comes up to you, wrapping you in a hug from behind, his head resting on your shoulder. “Believe me, I wouldn’t have stayed unless I wanted to. And I wanted to.”

“Really?” you breathe out, unable to believe he’s actually saying this. “Why?”

You can’t stop your voice from cracking, the doubt creeping in again when you thought about how things had been good with Minho, and yet they hadn’t lasted, believing that someway, somehow, it was your fault. That you hadn’t been enough.

Jisung chuckles into your neck, pressing a kiss onto your cheek. 

“You’re so cute. I wanna be here for you, in whatever way you need. If that wasn’t evidence enough, I’m kinda into you.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

You feel your heart explode at his self-assuredness, finding comfort in his presence. When the morning came you knew he’d have to go, but maybe, just maybe, you’d let yourself be needy again. Especially when it worked out so well the last time.

a/n pt. 2: As always, any comments or feedback are much appreciated, but I appreciate you all anyway. Lots of love, Isi &lt;3

[cyberpunkhwx]

When they find your p*rn dash

❥Pairing: ateez hyung line x gn(fem?) Reader

❥ Genre: Suggestive

❥Warning: mention of porn, mention of future sexual actions, suggestive, comedy?(nah just me trying to be funny)

❥Word count:

❥Requested? No

Hongjoong:

"Babe! Can I borrow your laptop? I forgot mine at the dorm" Said your boyfriend in the livingroom. You were in the kitchen, making the dinner while Joong was continuing his work from home.

You let out a hum, trusting your boyfriend with your belonging, not minding it at all.

He took it as a green light as he muttered a "Thank you" as he opened your laptop.

As he settled everything down, he found a weird looking tab open. Maybe it was important? He decided to let it be and just open a new tap bit curiosity took better of him.

But the random moaning sound that came put of the tab catching you both off guard, making you come running to your bf.

"Y/N!! IS THAT WHAT YOU WERE WATCHING YESTERDAY AND TOLD ME ITS JUST ANOTHER ROM-COM MOVIE?"

"MAYBE!"

Silence. No one said a word until he took a deep breath and started again.

"You know we could actually give that position a try you kno- KIM HONGJOONG!- JUST AN IDEA OKAY!!

Ddeonghwa:

It didn't take him long to snap at how "messy" your apartment was. Well, to you, it's pretty normal but your bf definitely disagreed.

"Move your feet y/n"

"agh"

"Don't 'agh' me young lady, I'm here doing you a favour"

"And I'm realllllllyyyyyyy thankful to you babe, I love my responsible boyfriend sooo much"

"T-thanks babe- Wait, Y/L/N Y/N you know this ain't my responsibility right?"

"Yeah yeah sorry my bad"

He huffed, not really pleased with your answer but kept on his work.

"Babe, you gotta update your shopping list"

"My phone is there" you said pointing at your desk with your toes.

"Are you that lazy y/n? C'mon get up" He said going toward your phone. Entering your password and going to find your Note app.

Only to have his eyes blessed with the playing video of a video screaming her lungs out, as she's being pounded like no tomorrow

You suddenly jump out of the bed toward him and try to snach the phone out of his hands.

But as the little shit he is, he held it above your head. Using his height to keep you on your toes as the video is still being played.

"What? Were you watching it yourself at some point? Let's check it together, huh?"

He let out another loud laugh as he heard you whining in his chest.

"We gonna do alot with this video, baby"

Yuyu:

He hasn't been the same since he opened your phone and saw your twitter bookmarks.

Like he knew you can find everything on the bird app but y/n, HIS Y/N?

"Here I thought I've been planning to wife up a cutie not knowing how filthy they were"

He thought to himself smirking as he got up from his position on the chair. Making his way to your shared room. Where you were laying cluelessly.

"Hi sweetheart, how are you?" He said basically jumping on you, easily towering on you body with his.

"A little bird told me you liked it when I use advantage of my giant self" He said as he slipped his hands to your face.

"Wha-who-w-why would you ever think like that?" You argued, clearly not ready for him to find out this way.

"Deny all you want love, I won't keep you from the endless pleasure I can give you, now that... I know" He whispered the last part as he grinned beside your ear.

Yeosang:

"I never knew you were into Hard-core Bdsm gets fucked on the wal -" you snached the phone out of his hands before he kept reading the title of the tab you left open before using the bathroom.

"How much of that did you see?!" You said Panicked of your boyfriend seeing the kinky side of you.

You always tried to keep ot vanilla. Slow and gentle kissed. Nothing like what your boyfriends eyes just witnessed.

"Enough" He said smiling to himself.

"Is this why you insisted on having empty walls in almost every room? I could do that if you want to, you I do!" He said flexing his arms as he still gave you his goofy smile.

"Emm- ohhh guess what my mom just called and I gotta- it's fine I wasn't planning on doing anything now- Oh... that's- Cuz I'm gonna devour you whole tonight Babe. Wear the lacy once, those you keep under your socks"

He said now taking his own phone and leaving you to "call your mom".

A/n: lemme know how it was!

Requests: Open

Masterlist

[punk-squirrely-ghost]

Pizza at Playtime, a small remake.

Imagine, if you will. An overweight and anxiety ridden Italian chef able to run at Mach 3 and break through metal, named Peppino Spaghetti, as well as his short, gnomish friend, Gustavo, and their pet rat, Brick come across Playtime Inc instead of the Player. The first thing they come across is the Grabpack, which is given to Gus. The rest of chapter 1 happens. When they get to the end, after the vents, Huggy Wuggy is chasing them, Peppino is screaming but Gus has the bright idea to give Huggy a slice of pizza. ...and it works.

Gus:patting Peppino's back "Ey, don't worry Pep! The poor guy was just hungry, that's all!" some time later, they come across Poppy, open the case and she is instantly baffled by the rat, gnome, a traumatized Peppino, and Huggy Wuggy. But they carry on…

They carry on and Poppy gets kidnapped. They slide down to rescue Poppy, and Mommy was only accounting for one guy, not the quartet.

MLL:"Emm...Poppy says she'll give you the train code when the games are complete, isn't that right P-"

Peppino: "Ohh, Santa Maria, Lady! Just get on with it! "

Gus: "No need to be rude Peppe! This could be fun!"

Peppino:*Sighing* "Oki doki. We'll play your games, Missy! "

MLL:"Oh, how wonderful! I'll see you to the Game Station then!"

And when it comes time, Gus and Peppino respectively gives PJ and the Wuggies hot and delicious pizza from the hammer space since it worked so well last time, and a good bopping, respectively. Though Peppino does rescue the Mini Wuggies because of Gustavo. Then comes Bunzo, who is more of the same. Mommy however, is furious about this, almost demanding they play her way.

And soon, the chase happens, Peppino is carrying the little ones in his arms with Huggy following him, Gus is rolling on Brick, and Legs gets caught in the grinder. She understandably screams, but Brick comes to the rescue by unplugging the thing.

MLL:Y-You saved me? Why? After everything I done!

P:Let's just say I have experience in this rescuing thing. Gus: Yeah! That, and I know that there's good in you, there has to be! This of course, being a reference to both the Toppins, and the characters he rescues in the crumbling tower.

After the train crash, everyone was separated. Gus and Brick with the littler ones, and Peppino with Huggy and Mommy. They do manage to meet back up though at Playcare. Gus and company found a secret, employees only Cable car, Peppino and the BBI duo in his car. (as for the gas masks, I let the toys wait outside with Brick, who squeaks stories of the Tower. Gus and Peppino both find a mask though, dw.)

After all the cord connections, Peppino barrels through the School, promising Delight that him and his work partner have food and others waiting for them, but it's too late, she's too far gone. He delivers a silent prayer for her before leaving the school G:Pep? Something wrong? You're crying Pep: It's...not everyone can be saved, Gustavo. G:Oh...I see, I'm sorry.

When Gus and Peppino find the critters, (Hoppy and Bobby in the Toy Store; Kicken, Bubba in Home Sweet Home; Picky and Crafty in different places of the school) they quickly take them back to PlayCare, where MLL and Brick is keeping watch over everyone. The Critters are alive and well, having been found by the duo, because I wanted them to have a happy end. But when Gus and Peppino find DogDay, they're horrified. Peppino may have seen a lot of bad things, but this… Then DogDay begins to speak.

DD: You... You're Poppy's angels, come to save us. Nothing left to save, not here... You're in CatNap's home, angel. Their home. A million pairs of eyes are on you now. Watching, waiting, hungry. They want nothing more than to crawl beneath your skin and eat away at you bit by little bit- fill what feels empty inside themselves. That... thing... CatNap. The Prototype is his God, and this is what he does to heretics.These little toys follow CatNap to avoid that very fate- and in return, they are fed. We tried to fight it, The Prototype's control. I'm... the last of the Smiling Critters.

It's then that Gus and Peppino share a glance, but don't speak quite yet. Out of the corner of his eye, Peppino notices the minis beginning to crawl to Dogday

DD:Listen to me, you need to get out of this place. You need to live. You and Poppy can fix this, end this madness, the torment, the-

Dogday notices the minis now too, upon seeing this, Peppino clenches his fists and grits his teeth

DD: Oh no... OH NO! Leave me. Please! ANGELS! RUUNN!

Peppino yowls, does his thing and builds up a combo on the minis, growing increasingly angry at the Prototype and wanting to get out of this hellhole more than ever. Gus and Brick, however are helping Dogday to the others, who is surprised to hear that they're still alive, crying tears of joy as he envelops the critters in a hug.

Gus:"Don't worry, you big puppy. I know a gal who's an expert in sewing! She'll fix you right up!"

DogDay:"T-Thank you, angels. You don't know how much this means to me, to the Critters as a whole!!" and he's tearing up, the sweet boy.

When Peppino and Gus find Catnap, Peppino is MAD. He runs down Catnap and nearly kills him from speed alone, but Gustavo talks down Pep from killing him. Gustavo knows, he just knows, that there is some good in Catnap. The Prototype descends from the ceiling. Gus is petting a shivering Catnap who reaches to it, the feline asking their god for assistance. But before it can skewer Catnap, Peppino SCREAMS and pulls down the Prototype, a mishmash of toys, bones, flesh, and metal and begins mauling it.

And with one final punch, it's finished. The past can't be changed, but there can be a future with the victims of Playtime Inc. get to go free, and this, my friends, is one of them that my AuDHD mind conjured up



[nemo-of-house-hamartia]

Luscinia Lucis Caelum - Infographic

"She says look at us I just see my reflection I'm tempted to trust But she got bad intentions And she comes at night She's the devil in disguise Always picking fights Trying to take over my mind She wants my eyes She's the voice that isn't mine Nowhere to hide She's the devil in disguise"

DEVIL IN DISGUISE - EMM

(first template by @phillipsgraves, thought I took the liberty to add the second page myself).

So.

You probably don't know this, but when yours truly cannot settle down to peacefully draw or write (because the brain do not allow), I love to actually do some infographics for my ocs, just for the fun of it.

Though, sometimes, like in Luscinia's case here, working on her character sheet actually helped me deepen my knowledge of her and come up with some ideas that I hadn't think about when I first created her!

I am really happy with how all these turned out, and I hope you will like them as well!

--Nemo

[snowysoul-squrirel]

Pizza at Playcare

Imagine, if you will. An overweight and anxiety ridden Italian chef able to run at Mach 3 and break through metal, named Peppino Spaghetti, as well as his short, gnomish friend, Gustavo, and their pet rat, Brick come across Playtime Inc instead of the Player.

The first thing they come across is the Grabpack, which is given to Gus. The rest of chapter 1 happens.

When they get to the end, after the vents, Huggy Wuggy is chasing them, Peppino is screaming but Gus has the bright idea to give Huggy a slice of pizza. ...and it works.

Gus:**patting Peppino's back** "Ey, don't worry Pep! The poor guy was just hungry, that's all!"

*some time later, they come across Poppy, open the case and she is instantly baffled by the rat, gnome, a traumatized Peppino, and Huggy Wuggy. But they carry on…*

---------------------------------------------------------------------------

*They carry on and Poppy gets kidnapped.

They slide down to rescue Poppy, and Mommy was only accounting for one guy, not the quartet.*

MLL:"Emm...Poppy says she'll give you the train code when the games are complete, isn't that right P-"

Peppino: "Ohh, Santa Maria, Lady! Just get on with it! "

Gus: "No need to be rude Peppe! This could be fun!" Peppino:"*sighing* Oki doki. We'll play your games, Missy! "

MLL:"Oh, how wonderful! I'll see you to the Game Station then!"

*And when it comes time, Gus and Peppino respectively gives PJ and the Wuggies hot and delicious pizza from the hammer space and a good bopping, respectively though Peppino does rescue the Mini Wuggies because of Gustavo. Then comes Bunzo, who is more of the same. Mommy however, is furious about this, almost demanding they play her way.

And soon, the chase happens, Peppino is carrying the little ones in his arms with Huggy following him, Gus is rolling on Brick, and Legs gets caught in the grinder.

She understandably screams, but Brick comes to the rescue by unplugging the thing.*

MLL:Y-You saved me? Why? After everything I done!

P:Let's just say I have experience in this rescuing thing.

This of course, being a reference to both the Toppins, and the characters he rescues in the crumbling tower.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------After the train crash, everyone was seperated. They got back together, don't worry.

Gus and Brick with the littler ones, and Peppino with Huggy and Mommy.

They do manage to meet back up though at Playcare. Gus and company found a secret, employees only Cable car, Peppino and the BBI duo in his car. (as for the gas masks, I let the toys wait outside with Brick, who squeaks stories of the Tower. Gus and Peppino both find a mask though, dw.)

After all the cord connections, Peppino barrels through the School, promising Delight that him and his work partner have food and others waiting for them, so she comes with.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

When Gus and Peppino find the critters, (Hoppy and Bobby in the Toy Store; Kicken, Bubba in Home Sweet Home; Picky and Crafty in different places of the school) they quickly take them back to PlayCare, where MLL and Brick is keeping watch over everyone.

The Critters are alive and well, having been found by the duo, because I wanted them to have a happy end.

But when Gus and Peppino find DogDay, they're horrified. Peppino may have seen a lot of bad things, but this… Then DogDay begins to speak.

DD: You... You're Poppy's angels, come to save us. Nothing left to save, not here... You're in CatNap's home, angel. Their home.

A million pairs of eyes are on you now. Watching, waiting, hungry.

They want nothing more than to crawl beneath your skin and eat away at you bit by little bit- fill what feels empty inside themselves.

That... thing... CatNap. The Prototype is his God, and this is what he does to heretics.These little toys follow CatNap to avoid that very fate- and in return, they are fed. We tried to fight it, The Prototype's control. I'm... the last of the Smiling Critters.

*It's then that Gus and Peppino share a glance, but don't speak quite yet. Out of the corner of his eye, Peppino notices the minis beginning to crawl to Dogday*

Listen to me, you need to get out of this place. You need to live. You and Poppy can fix this, end this madness, the torment, the-

*Dogday notices the minis now too, Peppino clenches his fists* Oh no... OH NO!Leave me. Please! ANGELS! RUUNN!

*Peppino yowls, does his thing and builds up a combo on the minis, growing increasingly angry at the Prototype and wanting to get out of this hellhole more than ever. Gus and Brick, however are helping Dogday to the others, who is surprised to hear that they're still alive, crying tears of joy as he envelops the critters in a hug*.

Gus:"Don't worry, you big puppy. I know a gal who's an expert in sewing! She'll fix you right up"

DogDay:"T-Thank you, angels. You don't know how much this means to me, to the Critters as a whole!!" and he's tearing up, the sweet boy

*When Peppino and Gus find Catnap, Peppino is MAD. He runs down Catnap and nearly kills him from speed alone, but Gustavo talks down Pep from killing him.

Gustavo knows, he just knows, that there is some good in Catnap. The Prototype descends from the ceiling. Gus is petting a shivering Catnap who reaches to it, the feline asking their god for assistance. But before it can skewer Catnap, Peppino SCREAMS and pulls down the Prototype, a mishmash of toys, bones, flesh, and metal and begins mauling it.

And with one final punch, it's finished. The past can't be changed, but there can be a future with the victims of Playtime Inc. get to go free, and this, my friends, is one of them that my AuDHD mind conjured up*

(i absolutely copied this from an existing post i made lmao)

[emmedoesntdomath]

the lightning thief in a nutshell

[jack-kellys]

and if i picked up emme’s semi/quarterly newsies fic challenge on ao3 and ran it. what would u do

[mrstellmeafuckingsecret]

emmeline vance???!? i love her smmm i'd glady talk about her forever

HI sorry school has been so shit and yuck and bad and ew i havent gotten time to do SHIT !!!!!!

yes emmeline !! i dont think theres any major canon info on her so i can just make an oc and yum i love doing that sm !!

the only canon info we have is that she's an auror, likely experienced, flies well and is very skilled with her wand. she's also seen with a green shawl and i 🩷 my brown hoes so she's pakistani now 😋

i also like love the idea that she has a disease that limits her life expectancy. like ipf or something. idk. i love sick characters.

her name is . GORGEOUS. like. wow. sawr im gonna make her model, particularly a runway model (bc she's a half-blood to me <3) before she became a full-time auror. summer job at her time at hogwarts? not sure but something like that !!

she's very sad lover girl magazine whore fight and flight and she loves chicks (baby chickens!! she's unfortunately NOT for the ladies 💔💔) and all the ladies love emm and she's so hot !!!! she's a couple years older than the marauders .

i have a very specific friendgroup for her that can NOT be changed. it's like. the crux of her being.

closest school friends: kingsley shacklebolt (similar personalities, Mom and Dad of the group, made fun of each other 24/7), cardoc dearborn (their romance is worth a classic novel, four shitty modern adaptation books, and 30 films. they fought all the time, emmeline sad girl vance & cardoc blunt motherfucker dearborn were the worst possible options for each other but they loved each other so so so much. when cardoc disappeared, they were on bad terms. i love them sm i could talk abt them forever gn), hestia jones (pureblood and half blood hehe funny but also hestia was a year younger than her and had the rightest moral code and inspired emme sosomuch and hestia was in hiding in the first war but she started auror training after cardoc's disappearance)), bertha jorkins (gossiped 24/7, academic smart and street smart, bertha was emmeline's Canon Event (ehem. her codependent homoerotic teenage 1 1/2 year friendship). they reached out to each other after the war was over. emmeline went cray-cray when bertha disappeared in gof. i have sm yap abt them bye.).

post-school friends: lily evans, sturgis podmore, dorcas meadowes.

for someone who loves yapping idk how to yap.

[handercover]

You'll never catch me dead sharing my AUs or ideas, so today I will be sharing them, someone needs to start paying rent around here they can't live rent free in my brain

Heavy reminder that canon? Never heard of emm I'm that kind of person that has one single idea of a character, turns it morally grey because the world isn't black and white, and runs with it so yeah

-Cursed/Merman AU where Tom, as a punishment for the Chamber of Secrets debacle, is turned into a merman and forced to live in the black lake until he's less of a shit head

-Quidditch rivals AU Tom vs Y/N Who accidentally became players after fighting each other during flying lessons

-Morally questionable angel/demon AU where Tom is regrettably bound to a human Y/N for reasons and they're somehow friendly (?)

-The AU where Tom finds out the shitty family dynamics on both sides and hates everyone equally before eventually finding someone not that bad

Now some older cringe worthy awards specifically calling out older stories I wrote B)

-Imagine a Tom going through the Triwizard tournament AU, yeah I wrote about that lmao

-Soulmate AU but broken by time, insert abandonment issues and anger for some spice

-The 'Hey look at what I found I'm gonna keep this cat' but it's just Y/N adopting Tom and despite his shit keeping the damn cat until he loves you (bonus if you ignore the snake thing and make Tom a feline animagus I'm dying)

-Old fashioned AU where Tom actually grows up with a father and everytime someone says shit he goes the Muggle way and beats people up

Not gonna lie all they have in common is the EXTREMELY slow pace because I'm sure this guy would need a lot of time to process stuff and my blatant favouritism for monsters and such - but also breaking Riddle down and building him back up as a character eventually

One of my characters from a story I'm writing is the 'good guy' - but they're actually a bad person and that leads to lotsa of emotional damage because life isn't interesting if you don't inflict pain upon your characters (but also there's two sides of a coin and I like duality, but also the in-between between that) so to say I like playing with these themes is the understatement of the century

Aight philosophical moment gone I'm off to sleep bye

[beatriz-t]

aro:

In all dreams I'm married, I divorce. In all dreams I'm married with kids, I divorce, become friends with my ex-spouse just so we can raise the kids. I don't like how Brazil lowkey celebrates Valentine's Day in February for a little day, and then also go celebrate it as Lover's Day in June. Not once... twice. Euuuugghhhhh brotha eeeuuuughhh stop kissing on the streetsssss eeeeuuuugghhhh I just wanna go to schoooll

When girls in my classroom wanted to have a husband when they grew up, I had an imaginary world where I was queen; my husband was invisible, and he was not king. I was five.

Then, my husband was a Santa Claus plush when I was playing family. Don't ask.

I dislike when they sing "com quem será" after singing happy birthday. Emm, you're supposed to be celebrating that I lived for another leap around the Sun, not wondering who my eugh eugh eugh husband may be.

I told my mom "mom, I may be a lesbian" and she went "that's okay, sweetie, we still love you, nothing will change". Now that liking girls is treated as normal and not just as friendship, I'm sure it's just as bad to view as with men if I dig too deep into it, LOL.

Two boys did joke confessions to me. I said a rude no to both of them. Accidentally too rude. I'm so sorry;;;;;

My classmates learnt that ship gossip involving me will only lead them to a very awkward spot. They settled not to. If they ever ship me with someone, it'll be with a girl. I don't like the idea of being shipped...

All ships I like that involve my comfort characters are platonic. Do they have fankids? Yes, maybe. But the kid spawned there! They did not do the boombayah! Stop showing me NSFW of Harukaaaaaaa........ I like the idea of a platonic wedding!

[quill-pen]

I know we’ve talked a bit, but … (chin in hands) do Wolfy or Emm have and secret little fantasies their wives have to kind of work to get out of them? They can be sensual or even wholesome (like for dates, courting, etc.)

Ooh, excellent question, and I would have to say, yes. Yes they do. Emmrich's is more spicy, Wolf's is more wholesome.

We've already mentioned Em liking the whole "professor play" thing, but that was/is his secret fantasy, professor and student roleplay. Guinevere does have to work to get it out of him, maybe get him a little drunk. He's kind of ashamed of it until she comes along. He's a professional. He's not supposed to look at/think of students like that (and he absolutely does not--never has), but even the idea of roleplaying that with someone... what does that say about him?

"It says you've got a streak of naughty in you, my dear professor. A pinch of forbidden dirt--a little badness. The wicked in me likes that quite a bit."

The evening G'iney shows up in his campus office in a slutty little school-girl uniform is when he both knows there's no turning back and that he's perfectly safe to indulge with her.

Wolf, however.... We've talked at length about how he was treated by past girlfriends. Used, teased, bullied because he wasn't "bad enough", "macho enough", "too needy", "too sensitive". This man, secretly, just wants to be spoiled, cared for, babied. Not all the time, and not in the way that he needs a mommy-wife to clean up after him, cook, tell him what/how to do, etc. But in a way that he can come home from a hard day and just have someone to curl up with, maybe lay his head in her lap, and vent his emotions to without judgement. Someone to hold him at night when he has a bad dream instead of rolling over with exasperation to leave him to calm himself and try to go back to sleep on his own.

But he's the tough guy, the "bad boy", Mr. Chip-on-his-shoulder. He's supposed to be unflappable and not need such tenderness. He's supposed to give the tenderness. After all, it's the man's job to always be the giver, right? So he's been told. His father was never a giver, and he certainly doesn't want to be his father.

Until Bess. Who is happy to both validate his giving roll and cater to the side of him that longs to be a receiver. The hurt little girl inside of her recognizes the hurt little boy inside of him. They'll help heal each other together.

It takes him a while to be comfortable and safe enough to tell her. But the kicker is, when he does, Bess already, mostly, knows. And when he thinks back over the entire time they've known each other... she's been taking care of and spoiling him since the beginning. And she hasn't mocked him once.

[taxes-evasion]

𝐵𝐿𝑂𝐺 𝑅𝑈𝐿𝐸𝑆!

𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗢𝗙 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗪𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗘𝗥

★ Howdy! I'm Emm and I'm the writer of this blog, I use all pronouns and I'm 17. I wanted to start this blog because I find a particular interest in writing. I hope my writing skills are satisfactory for all of you (≧▽≦)

★ I initially planned to write only for the Creepypasta fandom, however I also accept requests from the Hazbin Hotel, Helluva Boss, SCP, Underverse and Undertale + AUs fandoms!!

★ Writing for me is a pastime and, since I'm still in school, I won't be able to publish with any specific consistency ๐·°(৹˃̵﹏˂̵৹)°·๐

★ Of course, I will try to write everything as soon as possible!

𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦 𝗜 𝗪𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗘/𝗜 𝗗𝗢𝗡𝗧 𝗪𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗘 𝗙𝗢𝗥

★ As for Helluva Boss, SCP, Underverse and Undertale + AUs characters I will write for any of them, the only exceptions concern some Hazbin Hotel and Creepypasta characters.

★ Regarding Hazbin Hotel I would prefer to avoid any kind of request regarding Valentino and the rape issue.

★ I know that Valentino is a bad character, since he is a sinner, however I don't feel comfortable and I don't think it's right to write about rape with such "lightness" if I can define it that way.

★ This doesn't mean I won't write for Valentino, I think it's unfair to put his character aside simply because of this. Obviously what he does is horrible but he's just as bad as, for example, Alastor.

★ Regarding Creepypasta I would like to avoid writing for: S. Offenderman and Dr. Smiley.

★ As for S. Offenderman: it's the same motivation I gave for Valentino. This means I will still write for him but I'll avoid anything rape related.

★ For Dr. Smiley the reason seems obvious to me.

𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗦𝗜𝗧𝗨𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦/𝗥𝗘��𝗨𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗦 𝗜 𝗪𝗜𝗟𝗟 𝗔𝗖𝗖𝗘𝗣𝗧/𝗪𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗘

★ headcanons;

★ prompts;

★ fanfictions;

★ friendship relationships;

★ romantic relationships;

★ gore;

★ angst;

★ character x reader.

𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗦𝗜𝗧𝗨𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦/𝗥𝗘𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗦 𝗜 𝗪𝗢𝗡𝗧 𝗔𝗖𝗖𝗘𝗣𝗧/𝗪𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗘

★ rape;

★ incest;

★ pedophilia;

★ zoophilia;

★ anything that goes against minorities;

★ character x character;

★ NSFW (temporarily).

𝗕𝗘𝗡 𝗗𝗥𝗢𝗪𝗡𝗘𝗗

★ I felt obliged to make a small aside for the character of 'BEN DROWNED' since I know that in the fandom there are conflicting ideas about his character.

★ I have a slightly particular vision of 'BEN'.

★ In fact, there are 3 characters who have this name: Ben, Benjamin and B.E.N.

★ I will write headcanons for them later, however I wanted to specify their ages.

★ Ben is an adult, around 22 years old.

★ Benjamin is a young teen, around 12 years old.

★ B.E.N have no age, yet they take the form of a young teen, but they don't really have a specific appearance as they can alter it.

𝑇𝐻𝐴𝑁𝐾𝑆 𝐹𝑂𝑅 𝑌𝑂𝑈𝑅 𝐴𝑇𝑇𝐸𝑁𝑇𝐼𝑂𝑁!

[c-cha-cheust]

Translation using google translate:

Emm, hello, first of all sorry if the message is in Spanish, I don't trust my English much to make an understandable comment, sorry for the inconvenience, I'm just here to say that I'm of legal age, the truth is I found your NSFW blog yesterday but due to the university I didn't interact until now.

I'm 20 years old so don't worry, it's my first time commenting on Tumbrl, despite my seniority here 👀, but it's not my first or the last time that someone (author, game developer, etc.) from some fandom that I see that if it puts this limits with age and it's sad to see how even now after several years there are still younger people who ignore warnings 😔, so don't feel bad for blocking those who are minors.

This message has already been long, so I'm sorry again, if you don't feel comfortable with just my word I think I can send a photo of my ID.

I'm more of a person who prefers to read and like posts than make requests or ask questions (sorry if I look like a stalker, but you write very well and I love your ideas 🥺✨).

I guess you can identify me as Anxious ghost (⁠;⁠ŏ⁠_⁠ŏ⁠)👻.

𓂃⋆.˚ 𓂃⋆.˚ 𓂃⋆.˚ 𓂃⋆.˚ 𓂃⋆.˚

Thank you for being so considerate and respectful of my boundaries, and this isn’t an inconvenience at all! I’m happy that you felt comfortable with leaving a message! Thankfully I haven’t had too bad of a problem with minors yet (hopefully it won’t be a problem in the future) but I still want to make sure that my boundaries are well communicated.

While I do understand that some teenagers like to read smut, I don’t want to be the blog that gives them smut. I read it at too young of an age (12/13) and I think it messed with me a little, I’ve seen and read things that looking back, I shouldn’t have had access to.

Thank you for offering to show me your ID, I appreciate it and yes, if you don’t mind. I’ll delete the chat if it makes you feel more comfortable as well.

Also no need to apologize for being more of a reader! I’m just happy to be able to provide a service that I’ve always loved and I love that people seem to like what I do. Tbh I get a little bit of impostor syndrome when I post 😅😅. This app has so many great authors, I’m a little jealous at how talented they are. If you ever do want to send in a ask though, I’ll be looking forward to it 😌

It was great meeting you Anxious ghost (⁠;⁠ŏ⁠_⁠ŏ⁠)👻! I look forward to your likes!