#first one is a bit of an odd choice for 'fluffy feelings' but the vibe and the atmosphere just fill my heart with warmth

[goatlingsvent]

🐏 alright, sure, I'll answer assuming this is in good faith and you're not just going to shut me down, but. First off, at a glance, a big part is the colors. Using blue and yellow (and not like, off purple or off white, or black and white as other designs sharing the motif sometimes do) is going to associate the two designs for many people until double checking The Collector's design to see the saturation difference.

2. What really made me, personally, do a double take and wonder about the character (briefly!!) was the hair. Both have fluffy silvery white hair. The goat design certainly hardly needed hair at all, and of all possible choices they could have made for the hairstyle and color? It's hard to reasonably believe that most people will accept that Snow just so happened to choose the very same hair that another well known Sun and Moon themed design has.

3. A bit weaker, but the clothes. To me, while the clothes aren't exact, of course, it reads to me a lot like "you can copy my homework, but make sure you change it a little so they don't know". And should this design be genuinely inspired by The Collector, Snow did an excellent job of making the clothes distinct while still evoking the same sort of vibe.

To elaborate further on this - again, admittedly weak point - the similarities: the style of clothes (clown-ish flowing pants and shirt), a scarf-like bit of cloth that resembles the high neck of the Collector's later form outfit design (complete with a distinct line that leads down to a trinket on the chest - a zipper for Lullaby, and a stone of some sort for the Collector), a pair of stars that hang below the jaw line (in the Collector design with the hat with star danglies, and Lullaby's stars on the collar), and yes, to an extent, the hood (again, more especially so with what I believe to be the Collector's later season outfit). It's an interesting choice that can't help but bring up comparisons, when Snow could have just as easily made the headgear a night cap, instead of a hood. Something that the Collector wears.

3.5 Soft Lullaby interestingly uses a rainy day motif instead of a star motif. This is a bit odd, as rain (especially the type that would have one equipped with an umbrella and puddles, as opposed to something that would evoke sleeping indoors while it's raining, something that I'd reckon would have more gray and muted colors as well), isn't something associated with sleeping. So, this is conjecture, but it almost feels like an Intentional deviation from one's inspiration. Like, when you're heavily referencing a design, but you don't want it to look TOO similar, so you change some major point intentionally, instead of, say, removing it or interpreting the idea differently.

You can call most of this point a reach or conjecture, and I'd agree. But I do think it makes Soft Lullaby a very well done inspired design as opposed to a truly original one that just so happened to have a few similarities.

4. Google 'sun and moon themed characters'. You'll see quite an array of characters that do not look so similar to the Collector as Lullaby does to it. So, I do have a bit of a hard time buying the "it's just a sun and moon motif that makes them look similar and soooo many other characters share them" excuse.

Conclusion: in my opinion, I'm not trying to make a call out, nor do I care that much. I don't think it's literally the Collector and if that's what gave the design the "OK" then fair enough! But I think it's disingenuous to say they look nothing alike or that there was absolutely no inspiration.

And before anyone says 'ermmmm get a life lol why'd you do all this lolol anon let's Snow live rent free in their head': I saw a question, and I answered it, hopefully thoroughly, from the perspective of someone who also thought there was at least some inspiration taken for Soft Lullaby. Also, it's 5 am for me as I type this. No where else to be right now for this insomniac haha maybe Soft Lullaby would help me? Or not.... Lol

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[mllekurtz]

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[ag3ntl3vi]

Hoodie X GN! Reader X Masky | “Rock Paper Sisscors” |☁️

This struck me at like, 3AM while listening to Devil in Diguise. I’ll probably write more parts to this tonight if im being honest. 

!Gender-Neutral reader!

Trigger Warnings: Sexual mentions. 

Word Count: 2,317

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"Can you go any slower?" You laughed, stopping to allow your friend to catch up. Sweat dotted her chocolatey forehead as she panted. 

"Yes! I can." She wheezed. "You're just too fast!" Taylor whined loudly, bending herself in half to try and catch her breath. You rolled your eyes and pulled her up, raising her arms over her head. 

"You'll breathe better this way," You told her, taking a step back and taking a long sip of your icy water. Taylor nodded her thanks and slowed her breathing gradually. 

        "Wanna keep going?" You asked as you wiped your mouth on your wrist. Taylor feriously shook her head. "I'll pass, (Y/n)." She whimpered. You put yout arms behind your head as you began to walk down the worn dirt bath. 

"That sucks," You murmered. "We were only 1/4th of the way done."

Taylor gaped at your cocky smirk. "And you do this everyday?"

You nodded. "Twice a day if I'm feelin' lucky," You winked and giggled. Taylor shook her head in disbelief. 

"You're a machine," She grumbled, jogging to your side. You could tell she was tired, but she was the one who asked to join you in your near-night run. She said she needed the exercise to get the perfect "summer body", even though it was fall. 

You hummed. "I didn't know they made sexy machines now." Taylor pushed away the urge to roll her eyes, though she desperately wanted to. She chose not to answer your stupid comment. You both started to walk back to your dorm and planned a junk food movie night. You had the feeling she wouldn't last, but you couldn't say no to her puppy face. You had to admit, you were a sucker for your best friend.          Taylor ended up chugging the rest of her and your water bottles greedily, but you didn't blame her. She was pretty out of shape. The darker skinned girl took a large gasp of fresh oxygen after finishing off your beverage. 

"Learn to breathe, my God," You snorted. She glared.

"I just ran a mile, you can shut your mouth, you fucking monster," She hissed playfully. 

School campus soon came into view after your bickering. Taylor grumbled about how badly her feet ached and how she was never running ever again. You parted ways at the dorm. Taylor wanted to get the living room set up for the movie and sent you out for snacks and drinks. You easily migrated to the everything store. That wasn't its actual name, you couldn't care to remember what it was, but the everything store seemed to suit the run down shop better. 

        You pushed thr glass double doors open, a cute bell ringing to announce your presence to the cashire, Michael. 

"(Y/n)!" He greeted with a smile. You returned the facial gester with a small wave of your own.          "What're you here for this time?" He leaned his head on his open palm, his eyes trained on your figure. You had your back turned to him as you read the movie names on the rack. 

"What does it look like?" You chuckles, plucking a familar title from the shelf. 'Kiki's Delivery Service', a childhood favorite of yours. Michael didn't verbally answer, he was too busy allowing his eyes to roam your every curve. 

His eyes snapped to the side when you turned around to wonder down the candy isle. You shoved a KitKat , snickers, and (f/c) into your arm (allowing an extra of your favored one into your pocket, shh) before you turned the corner, finding the energy drinks. With a childish grin you grabbed a few of the better Monster flavors. You knew you had popcorn at the dorm so you didn't bother trying to find a box here. 

        You decided to check out as quickly as possible, avoiding as much conversation with Michael as you could. He gave you the creeps. He always tended to make sexual remarks regarding your running outfit, like how your shorts made your ass look plump or how cute you looked with a flushed, tired expression. In general, he didn't seem like a good guy or influence, though Taylor took an odd interest in him. She always had shitty tastes in men. 

It was getting late, you noticed. The sun started to darken as students scrambled to their respected dorms or apartments off campus. You made your way to your room. The illuminated cobblestone path gave you the worst horror movie vibes, so to say you booked it was an understatement. As soon as you were inside the safe confindments of your dorms living area, you released a loud sigh of relief. You thought about taking the elevator up, but decided on the stairs to the third story. You were very grateful you were on a higher floor, to you it served as a lesser chance of being robbed or murdered. 

"I brought a movie, candy and monsters, come on, you filthy goblin." you called into the freakishly neat room. Taylor was a very, very messy person so you tended to pick up after her more than you'd happily admit. It didn't take long for you to set positions for certain objects in specific places. Example, your shoes stayed in a small, plastic, blue bin by the door. They didn't ever make it to the carpeted floor of the living room. You had a key rack by the door so your keys were never lost or misplaced and Taylor had insisted you needed a coat rack, so your bookbags and Taylor's purses hung there. Any extra blankets, pillows, and sheets were placed neatly in the spare closet. 

        "Monsters..?" Her brown head popped out from around the corner. 

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Taylor had passed out halfway through the movie, not that you were surprised. You pouted. You were very well use to it, but it wasn't any less disappointing when it happened. You carefully laid her on the couch, not bothering to wake her. She was a literal demon when she was woken up. You covered her body in a large, fluffy blanket before standing, pacing for a moment. 

You wondered back to your organized room and grabbed your large spray bottle you kept on your dresser. You stared down your mass of plants in your window seal and the few on your night stand and hanging from the ceiling before watering the ones that needed it, leaving your Rainbow Bush succulent alone. Satisfied, you grabbed your school jacket and your earbuds and phone before slipping your shoes on at the door. 

It was almost 1 before Taylor and you had finally settled enough to sit and watch the movie, so it was fairly late now. But, regretfully, your body was still pumped from the sugary drinks you consumed not long ago. You made a quick choice to go on a short run to tire yourself out a bit before retiring for the night. Sure, wasn't the best idea to go out at night, alone and defenceless, but you prided yourself in your speed if needed. Besides, you've done it before and you were obviously still alive!

You made your way to the dirt path you ran earlier in the day, struggling to remember a stupid songs name. You grinned when you figured it out and hurriedly played it. The opening played through your earbuds as you gently bobbed your head to the beat.

"There are boulders on my shoulders, collar bones begin to crack, there is very little left of me and it's never coming back," You sung softly along with 'Be nice to me'. An old, but greatly loved song from your middle school years. You began to run.

Your lips parted in a content smile as a phrase slipped past your teeth.

"You're a killer, and i'm your best friend. I think it's unfair, your situation," 

You began to bounce on the balls of your feet excitedly. "You say i'm changing! I'm sorry I didn't know I had to stay the same!" You jumped as your legs moved, your voice growing louder and bolder with every word thoughtlessly spilling out your mouth. You became unaware of the eyes watching your movements, head tilted in confusion. 

"Your voice is driving me insane!" You shouted, hopping more as you swished your head side to side, getting louder everytime the phrase was repeated. The last note rang through your ears and you let out a joyful that was quickly cut off. The overbearing feeling of being watched dawned on you. 

You jerked around and scanned the treeline, your eyes falling on a tall male facing you with a tilted head. You stared at him, confused before your gaze fell on the bloodied pipe dangling by his side. You fearfully and turned around, bolting in the direction the path led you to. You didn't have much time to understand why he was watching you, but you could hear his heavy footsteps crushing dead leaves as he raced after you. 

'Molly' blasted into your ears loudly, making you jerk in surprise. If you were going to die tonight, you were glad this was the song you'd die to. 

You could hear him distantly still chasing after you. Not to brag, but you could run a mile amd keep going onto the next without breaking too much of a sweat, though you'd be fairly tired.          Speaking of tired, you could feel the drousiness spreading to your head and deep down you knew that you couldn't keep the pace up for much longer. 

Sucking in a deep breath, you turned into the woods, lifting your feet high so you wouldn't be the stupid one to trip on a root and be killed first. That would be an embarrassing way to die and not even Molly could make it better, you concluded. 

So you did the most logical thing your sleepy brain could think of.

You climbed a fucking tree.

The man was a far enough distance for you to get a good amount of height between the two of you. You panted, your palms itching with needle-like pain from the rough and merciless bark, but pulled yourself up another branch and looked down. The man was panting heavily, bent over as he struggled to force air into his most likely burning lungs.  He stood up after a quick second, glaring up the tree at you.

Childishly, but overcome with a sense of acomplishment, you stuck your tongue out at him. 

Bad idea, you concluded when the guy's gloved fists clenched by his sides and he started to climb. 

You squealed. "No! Fuck off!" You shouted. "Pick another goddamn tree, you humanoid orange!" A growl ripped through your teeth as you glared fearfully at him.          To your surprise, he got down. He moved his head to stare at you before sitting indian style, his face pointed to you.

For the first time you had a proper look at him, and you weren't surprised. He looked like he came from a shitty horror movie. He wore an orange hoodie with a ski mask hiding his facial features, a red frowny face sitched into it. He had dark blue, wore out jeans and black boots that looked to be kept as clean as Taylor would keep her living space. 

'Best friend' Began to play quietly through your (f/c) earbuds and you forced down a snort at the timing. You were hoddled up in a tree while a guy who most likely wanted you dead watched from below. You shook your head and glanced at the dark sky.

'The stars are out' You thought as you spotted the little dipper, the big one wasn't far away from it's child. 

It only took about ten minutes for your easily distracted mind to get bored. You stared down at the hooded man as he drew in the dirt with his pipe. An idea struck you, a bad one, but an idea nevertheless. And it wasn't going to kill you, with a lot of hope, it may allow you to live another day. 

"Yo, tangerine!" He flinched at your loud voice, moving his head to stare at you. 

You held up a fist with your dominate hand, your opposite going under it, palm up and open.

"Wanna play rock, paper, sisscors before I die?" 

The man stilled before very, and I mean very slowly nodded. You allowed yourself to snort. Now you were going to play a childs game with a murderer. 

"Do you know how to play?" You called down. He nodded again and held up his hands. "Cool," You said.

The orange-clad killer was absolute shit at rock, paper, sisscors. He was even worse than your nephew, who was six and had the attention span of a squirell. Sometime in your game playing, you had moved yourself a few branches down to see him better in the dark woods. You now sat a branch above his head.          He didn't move much, but his shoulders seemed to slump.

You threw rock, again, and he threw sisscors. You gave an evil victory crackle whiele he glared gloomily at his open fingers.          "That was fun," You stretched your arms over your head, yawning. "Can I go now?" You calmly asked. 

He didn't move for a long while, looking between you and his gloved hands, the, back to you. Finally, he nodded. You hopped down, smiling widely. 

"Thanks," You said nervously. He was trying to kill you earlier, so you wouldn't be completely off guard around him. You started to shuffle around him cautiously. His arm shot out, grabbing your upper arm roughly. You flinched hard, looking up at him with wide eyes. 

This is it, You thought He changed his mind and wants to eat me!

Instead, you heard a deep voice whisper.

"You can leave if we can play again soon."

[thereaderstea]

G´day tor-mon, how are you<3? Recommend me your favourite bts!jungkook x reader fics! so I guess its not an au?(no smut✋🚫)

Merry meet, nonnie! I am well, busy and a little stressed because I had a power outage yesterday, but well nonetheless ☺️ I hope you are merry in the holidays (if you celebrate) and are happy and healthy 😄🖤💜

asdfghjkl, my favorite JJK x Reader fics? I have to choose? 😰 *has an existential crisis*

Alright, after some deep reflection, an existential crisis, and fighting the urge to devour these fics again (you have a mission, tor-mon!), I present to you my current favorite JJK fics (this list is only bound to grow). These fics have made me feel so intensely and I think about these fics a lot (an unhealthy amount, probably). I sorted them by genre: fluff to angst to yandere.

tor-mon’s Favorite JJK x Reader Fics

Sugar and Coffee by @jimlingss​  ➵Fluff, Angst, Slice of Life | slice of life au |  pâtisserie school au | enemies to friends to lovers au | Slice of Life series | 23 ch series | 100.5k ➵You are quite the pâtisserie chef, or at least on your way to becoming one, but there’s that one person who always has to complain, Jeon Jungkook.  ➵A masterpiece, honestly. I remember cracking up so hard over their competitions, the banter, and dynamics, but nothing beats that one day after the dream... I don’t want to spoil! but I do want to warn that there is a wet dream (not too graphic and it’s not a lot, I promise) somewhere in there, but honestly, it’s so hilarious.

Chess of Ice by Jimlingss​ | The Reader’s Tea Reviews 1 | 2 | 3 ➵Fluff, a lil bit of Angst | sports au | curling au | trilogy | 42.8k ➵Jeon Jungkook is a rising star, that is, until he falls. Now he’s picking up another sport, curling. ➵I love a good team dynamic and the characters in this are everything 🙌🏻

Date in a Box by Jimlingss​  ➵Fluff | Service Series | oneshot | 9.7k (Jimlingss’s summary: ) ➵If you’re in a hurry then we’re here to help you! Everything you need in a box. Delivery less than five minutes. Upgrade and we can personalize your date even more! Guaranteed 100%! Don’t fret, we’re here.  ➵I love the entire Service Series because the concepts are so much fun and they’re hilarious and I love the service descriptions, aka the commercials XD

I Will Not Lose! by Jimlingss​ ➵Fluff | magic au | oneshot | 6.2k (Jimlingss’s summary: ) ➵A single bet - use every means to make Jeon Jungkook fall in love with you. ➵It’s fluffy and cute, and it’s got that hint of enemies to lovers, especially with how competitive the mc gets over this bet. And the ending! asdfghjkl ^.^ 

midas by @gukyi​  ➵Fluff, (light) Angst, Comedy | enemies to lovers au | ceo au| magical realism au | oneshot | 32k (gukyi’s summary: ) ➵jeon jungkook was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and the power to turn whatever he wants into pure gold. you were born with healing and invisibility powers but without a cent to your name. so when you’re plucked off of the streets for pickpocketing and assigned to be his minder as punishment, you realize you’re going to have to overcome a lot more than class differences if either of you are going to get what you want. (or,) ➵you become Jungkook’s magical babysitter ➵I really love this concept! This fic is what got me looking into magical realism as an entire genre. But also, who doesn’t love a good enemies to lovers? and from the master of enemies to lovers 🙌🏻

ice prince by gukyi | The Reader’s Tea Review   ➵Fluff, (very light) Angst | figure skating au | enemies to lovers au | oneshot | 22k ➵Your ice skating partner just had to break his leg right before a big competition and “of all people on this godforsaken Earth, you’ve been re-paired up with Jeon Jungkook, Ice Prince.” ➵an axel-lent enemies to lovers :D I love it so much! And I really love Tae and mc’s friendship and all those icebreaker questions ☺️

if i told you by gukyi​  ➵Fluff, (light) Angst, Comedy | friends to lovers au | college au | oneshot | 22k ➵Jeon Jungkook is a broke college student, so to pay off his debt, he sells himself as the perfect boyfriend. If only you weren’t a broke college student either, then maybe you could buy yourself a date with Jungkook. ➵The mc is so not what I expected, (no spoilers!) all I will say is that I really love how supportive she is. I also love how close they are and this Jungkook is too fluffy and cute! ^.^

a moonlight melody by gukyi​ | The Reader’s Tea Reviews 1 | 2 ➵Fluff, Soft Angst | fake dating au | orchestra au | vacation au | duology | 50k ➵Your best friend has pranked you too many times and you’ve done nothing about it, because you, quite frankly, suck at pranking. As such, Jungkook ➵This is so soft and magical and sweet and soft ☺️ and did I mention soft? but also all those memes! There is so much good and wholesome and hilarious dynamics in here! This is the kind of fic that makes me wish I had a big friend group to do crazy stuff like this (but I hear you have to leave your house and, like, socialize??)

Down With The Ship by @tatastaetae | The Reader’s Tea Reviews 1 | 2 | 3 ➵Fluff, Angst | pirate au | trilogy | 25.4k ➵ You board a ship to escape forced love; but you join a pirate crew to fall into the arms of your only true and constant love: the sea. (or, tatastaetae’s summary: ) ➵Captain Jeon Jungkook; a beautiful mess of blood and gold. His greatest treasure, may also be his greatest downfall. ➵Very very fluffy! I love the adventure and the antics and I still want to know what’s in that soup, Jin! But that ending, holy heck, I didn’t see it coming and I just malfunctioned and stared at my wall in shock for who knows how long, and I just love tatastaetae’s fluffy writing which always somehow wrecks my soul! ^.^

His Name by @jimlingss ➵Angst | multiple personality au | 8 part series | 52.4k ➵Jeon Jungkook has multiple personalities and gaps in his memory. It’s your job to treat him and perhaps help him remember his past... ➵This is the first bts fic I ever read (a special thanks to Nani for reccing it ☺️) and so it holds a special place in my black heart, especially because I sobbed so hard at 3 in the morning and my mind was stuck on this for days

Gravity by @donewithjeon | The Reader’s Tea Review ➵Angst, Fluff | ‘90s au | oneshot | 29k ➵Time can bring you together, but Time can also push you apart; will you and Jungkook be able to fight the distance and Time to stay together, or were you always meant to only share this descent to earth for just a moment, always meant to eventually drift apart? ➵I am a wimp when it comes to Time, but does that stop me from reading fics that exploit that weakness? nope! That last train scene destroyed my heart and that entire ending, the acceptance, stabbed me in the heart, for good measure.

written on the sky by @inktae​ | The Reader’s Tea Review ➵Angst, Fluff | apocalyptic au? | end of the world au | ‘seeking a friend at the end of the world’ au | oneshot | 22k ➵The 60-mile-wide asteroid was supposed to slip by Earth, but it’s a little late to change its course or do anything about it except to prepare for the end. So while you’re waiting for the end, find a friend, someone to hold a hand with at the end of the world. ➵I was sobbing before the fic even finished. The odd thing is that you know the end, but knowing doesn’t prepare you for the feels. 

below thunder showers by inktae | The Reader’s Tea Review ➵ Angst, lil bits of Fluff | sci-fi au | oneshot | 30k ➵ Yoongi leads Earth, while you lead a withered space station. You go to Earth to settle the tensions that have been brewing between Earth and the space station, and Jeon Jungkook, a broken soldier who holds a deep love for the rain, is there to deliver you. ➵we stan a fellow pluviophile ✊🏻 I am so conflicted over this Min Yoongi >.< but Jungkook is so soft and he really didn’t deserve to live this way :(

first light by inktae | The Reader’s Tea Review ➵Angst, Fluff | hotarubi no mori e au | 24.8k (inktae’s synopsis: ) ➵“Have you ever felt like the world is too loud sometimes?” “No. For me it’s always quiet.” ➵This fic wrecked me and made me so conflicted >.< I can never forget this fluffy, masked boy who lives in the woods and silence...

the swirling way of stars by inktae | The Reader’s Tea Review ➵Angst, Fluff | fantasy au | oneshot | 19k ➵You’re tasked with showing Jeon Jungkook what it’s like to live a completely normal life. ➵It’s just falling in love with life itself, the simple things, and it’s written so magically...how can you not fall in love?

the train of lost souls by inktae | The Reader’s Tea Review ➵Angst, lil bits of Fluff | fantasy au | oneshot | 13.6k ➵You have two options when you step on the train: you can live but forget your life, and everyone in your life will forget you, or you can move on and keep your memories for the rest of time. But, how can you choose when part of your soul rests on this train, and the other part longs for someone just out of reach... ➵Once again, I’m a wimp with Time, and the choices really get me thinking...

Pen Pal by @chinkbihh​  ➵Part 1 | Part 1.5 | Part 2 | Final 1/2 | Final 2/2 ➵Angst, Horror? | yandere au | murder and crime au | pen pal au | trilogy | 127.3k ➵Warnings: mental disorders (agoraphobia?), yandere, murder (stabbing)  ➵You sign up to receive a pen pal and are paired up with an inmate, jungkook. You just wanted to talk to someone who could understand what it’s like to be removed from society, but you just may be getting more than you asked for... ➵I love a good yandere fic, there’s something about a yandere’s demented psychology that calls to me, and it’s always so interesting to see how one yandere differs from another, especially in different scenarios. But please please please read and be mindful of the warnings in case it just doesn’t vibe with you.

Quarter Quell by chinkbihh ➵Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | +more  ➵Angst, Horror? | yandere au | hunger games au | ongoing ➵You have resigned to your fate as a tribute in the next hunger games when someone from District Two takes an interest in you...a bit too much of an interest, you’d say. ➵I am a little hesitant to rec this because it isn’t finished, but the premise is exciting and I am really amped for the next chapter in this fic, heck yeah! I mean, heck, a yandere hunger games au? let’s go! But please please please read the warnings in case it just doesn’t vibe with you

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Bonus rec!

I haven’t read this fic, but my friend, Nani, rec’d it to me the other day, and it sounds so exciting :D so I’ll let her tell you about it:

Fan Identity by @tteokggukk​  ➵Fluff, Crack, Angst | enemies to lovers au | social media au | 37 ch series   ➵Influencer!JK is whipped for influencer!reader. Both don’t know they’re interacting with each other on their secret fan accounts. You’re rooting for the two long before they properly meet. But the best part? You’re rooting for their pseudos, Blair Witch and Seagull, as well. ➵I laugh, I pause, I gasp. The conflict between the two mc’s hurt. Honestly, it made the story worth the read.

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Can I also...🥺...may I suggest:

10 Series by @deepdarkdelights | The Reader’s Tea Reviews 1 | 2 | 3 | The Reader’s Tea Analysis ➵10 Seconds | 10 Days | 10 Years ➵Horror? | yandere au | Bouquet Series | 10 Series | trilogy | 29.2k ➵You’re just a college student returning home from a late night out trying to finish up your ungodly college work...but “All it took was ten seconds” and well, now, you’re his. ➵How can I not include my favorite yandere writer, the master of yandere, herself? 🥺 I’m only hesitant because you requested no smut and I respect that, but if you are alright with a small smut scene (I promise there’s not too much) or even just skimming/skipping over it, I would highly recommend this series 🙌🏻 The smut scene is in the final installment (10 Years). It’s an all-time favorite from an all-time favorite writer. But please please please read the warnings in case it just doesn’t vibe with you.

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Happy reading, carissima! I hope at least one of these fics will become your favorite, too ☺️ Let me know what you think as well after you’ve given the authors some love ☺️

Well met!

your fellow reading monster,

tor-mon 🖤

[lostonessoulworld]

OK this is gonna be a bit of a weird question but fuck it. I look like two face IRL how much weirder can it get?: If you were being sent to the pokemon world via Pokemon mystery dungeon style, with access to EVERY starter pokemon from EVERY mystery dungeon game and pokemon game that is out at the moment, who would you choose, why, and how would you react to being changed into said pokemon? Here’s my choice.

Not gonna sugar coat it. I’m stuck between two choices: Axew because personally I consider Axew and it’s entire evolutionary line to be my spirit pokemon. I’m not exactly the best looking as well I don’t know how to control myself at times rather it be volume or strength, or even my word choice, and when you look at Axew I feel like you get that sort of vibe from him. He’s not in control and certainly not the best looker but like with me Axew best shines through it’s personality. Sure it’s pure dragon but your talking to a guy who doesn’t really care about type advantage. I just like pokemon for who they are. Now my second choice, Eevee, is what I feel like I’d actually end up being. Unlike Axew which only has one choice with it’s evolution (Haxorus best boi fight me), Eevee has like eight choices of evolution, or in other words eight choices of who they really are. Which with a person like me who is not only blind, not only suffers from seizures, not only has ADHD, but might (Big might here as not even I’M 100% sure) have multiple personality disorder I don’t really see a better choice, as well there’s also the fact that I personally feel like Eevee would be the default option because of it’s many evolution choices, it would let you choose your path. Also helps that Eevee is my second favorite pokemon so there’s that. To finish off here would be my reaction changing into ether of them: Axew: (Groans in pain) “What...happened....dear Arceus my throat....Good water’s close by. Not my first choice but better then nothin-” (Stops and stares at the water’s reflection a bit in silence....then screams no tomorrow.) “I-I-I’M A AXEW!?!” (Grabs the tusks, checks the tail, looks at my stubby arms.) “H-How-When did this-.....I-I’m a pokemon.....dear Arceus I’m a pokemon......W-Well look on the upside. Your a Axew which means you SHOULD have some decent moves starting off, plus your a dragon type....a pure dragon type....with three weaknesses.....” (Sighs) “OK OK...it’s not that bad...at least you look a whole lot better then you did as a human...Right...focus up me! Right now we have to find two things: A town or...village maybe? and food...as well as maybe someone to take me to a town or village...right....Now take it slow....I might stand on two legs still but....it’s different.”

Eevee: (Wakes up with a massive head ache.) “Ow.....please tell me it’s not a seizure....” (Moves neck nice and smooth.) “Good. I probably just need water....” (struggles to stand.) “Why...is it...so hard....to get up?” (Eventually get’s up) “There. Now take it slow....huh...am I shorter or is it me?” (Takes a very slow walk over to ther nearest water source, then drinks.) “Thank Arceus for water...huh that’s odd...my reflection in the water it looks like.....” (slowly puts two and two together, then freaks the hell out.) “I’M A EEVEE!?! I-I mean I look cute as heck yeah but....” (Checks out massive ears, looks at paw pads/”Toe beans”, looks at the big fluffy tail, pats chest floof) “Dear Arceus I’ve been turned into a pokemon who’s best moves can’t even hit ghost........Alright Jay...calm down...calm....down....think about this for a moment. Your a Eevee, a normal type. Which is a double edged sword of sorts. You can’t take super effective damage from anything but fighting as well as you can’t hit ghost, but that also means almost nothing can take super effective damage from you. You are also...VERY small and now on all fours....and are pure normal......Ok....Step one...let’s find some place to stay...I doubt a town would say no to a adorable Eevee. Step two once you find a town or village try to find a place to live. Who knows maybe they’ll have some sort of empty house or maybe they’ll think your an orphan and you can just get stuck with someone. Step three.....figure out step three along the way, step four, and the most important step, DON’T DIE!!!! One wrong move in...possibly a whole new world? Maybe? And you could be squished like a pancake faster then you can say Eevee....Right....so....let’s do this....first though I better figure out how to walk...”

That’s my answers now here are some folks I hope to hear answers from: @eb3yr @xxtc-96xx @pokemon-ash-aus and @mewtwoandme​ 

hope you’ll reply as I like to find out more about the people I follow. :)

[serenasoutherlyns]

Full of Surprises ch. 1-3

casey/alex, past alex/olivia. semi-au & fuzzy timeline, set post season 9. cross-posted from ao3 so the first three chapters are coming at ya all at once. TW for series-typical violence, SA, and discussions of mental illness. less graphic than the show. Fluff, romance, angst! First three chapters are totally SFW.

And yet, as she scanned the place, she caught someone she recognized. Sitting at the bar, bent over a notebook, was Casey Novak; her deep red hair tied back in a casual ponytail, an empty highball glass in front of her, chewing on the end of a click pen.

1 .

This wasn’t where Alex would usually find herself. Or at least, it didn’t used to be. Maybe it was now.

Emily had spent her evenings sat at a booth in the back of the local pub, watching and sketching. The books she’d filled, she kept them safely tucked in a box in the back of her closet, initialed “EC.” Alex couldn’t find it in her to draw much anymore.

Anne was alone more than not, spent long evenings reading philosophy, went running early mornings, yoga classes, taught herself guitar, filled hours on hours with ideas and exhaustion. Alex didn’t spend much time poring over The Republic these days, her guitar was long covered in dust.

In law school, her friends had a favorite table in the window of a little cafe, they would go from morning coffee to afternoon study to sharing bottles of red wine, coming and going as they pleased, debating with hopeful glimmers in their bright eyes. Late into the night, arm wrapped around Sylvia’s waist, listening to her classmates carry on, she’d watch the candles burn down. Sylvia had called her Lexi, whispered in her ear on night walks in the cold Cambridge air to their little apartment, gentle hands soothing her most anxious times. Alex hadn’t felt like that in years.

College weekends were spent at punk shows in basements, though she knows now nobody would believe it, young Alex Cabot (the nickname had been coined in those years, sharper edged than the elaborate Alexandra) knew how to have some fun, at least back then. She’d dyed her hair black and worn studs on her collar, had a reputation for being a player, and it seemed like the back of her right hand was constantly stained with marker residue. Sticky floors and lipgloss on her neck, so many firsts all at once.

Her evenings during her years in the DA’s office were usually full of work, except the odd night when she’d meet the detectives for a drink at their haunt or head out with the other ADAs to some upscale cocktail bar. Two different crowds with two different mentalities, the detectives were dedicated to a fault, while the prosecutors were insufferably full of themselves. The detectives would tire her out by 11:30, but she’d find an excuse to leave the ADA excursions before 9. Far more special were the many evenings spent in Olivia’s apartment drinking two beers each and filling the quiet air with soft laughter and conversation.

But a little library themed speakeasy? Not her typical place. Well. No time like the present to change one’s habits. She’d been recommended it by an old law school friend a couple weeks ago, bumped into him on a whim in a coffee shop, was surprised she wasn’t dead, had been there last night, said it was right up her alley. Its illicit vibe wasn’t exactly to ADA Cabot’s tastes, no. But it scratched something in Alex, that hadn’t been satisfied since those basement nights and cozy cafe afternoons. From the place’s shelves she’d pulled a book of Pre-Raphaelite poetry and sat in a comfy chair with a scotch and a San Pelligrino, pleased, at least, to be out of the apartment for the evening.

She didn’t need the money, but she’d been copyediting textbooks freelance, filling up her time with grammar and word choice. She’d been reading a lot of fiction. She adopted two extremely fluffy cats. It was a pleasant, if mundane, life. It turned out, Alex had realized, that there were plenty of eager and capable young attorneys who could do her former job as well as she ever had. She felt, finally, like she deserved a bit of a rest. Needed one, really. Someone would do the prosecuting. The thought of stepping back in the courtroom, looking at the bench, examining witnesses, made her feel sick to her stomach, though she had once loved that life. It wasn’t her anymore— maybe it never really had been. She decided this was her kind of place after all. This iteration of Alexandra Cabot would drink bubbly water in secluded speakeasies while reading poetry.

Alex didn’t expect to see anybody she knew, not somewhere you needed a password to get into, where the music was indie folk and old jazz from a vintage record player, the drinks had names like the “Lady Brett” and the “Daisy Buchanan,” and most of the patrons were dressed in flannel with their noses buried in old books. And yet, as she scanned the place, she caught someone she recognized. Sitting at the bar, bent over a notebook, was Casey Novak; her deep red hair tied back in a casual ponytail, a half-empty highball glass in front of her, chewing on the end of a click pen.

This was surprising. Alex, though she hadn’t ever known Casey well, before her first brief return to life as Alex Cabot, only as one of the white collar ADAs (they ran in a bit of a pack, didn’t shy away from imitating the lifestyles of those they prosecuted). After knowing her as a prosecutor, Alex would expect to see Casey in a sports bar watching a game, or in some chrome-gilded bar with high ceilings drinking designer cocktails and cheering on a verbal showdown between her colleagues. Or in the center of a showdown like that. Not alone, writing in a moleskine, wearing a red flannel over a simple black dress. Casey was striking, Alex realized, before she realized she’d been looking a little longer than was considered normal. She hoped she didn’t seem like a creep watching from afar. She considered getting up, saying hello, but felt that Casey may not even remember her, may not want to be disturbed as she wrote, may not even recognize her anymore. She’d changed her appearance when she’d gone back to being Alex Cabot, cut her hair in a short bob, dyed it dark brown, wore thick rimmed glasses and simple clothing, too painful to be the formal blonde she used to be. Barely the same woman who’s once-murderer Casey had put behind bars those years ago.

Alex didn’t have to consider talking to Casey, however, because almost as soon as she returned to her book, she heard the sound of rubber soled sneakers against the old hardwood floors and a voice beside her.

“Hey stranger,” she said.

“Hi Casey,” Alex said as she slid her bookmark into place and looked up at the familiar face with a smile. “Care to join me?”

2 .

“I almost didn’t recognize you,” Casey said as she sat down. “I’m allowed to, uh, talk to you right? Though I guess if I wasn’t you wouldn’t acknowledge me, which would be fine, by the way.” There was the Casey Alex remembered, her words getting ahead of her.

“It’s fine, I’m me again,” Alex said calmly, “It’s really good to see you, though I wouldn’t have imagined you to be the writing type, or the underground-library-bar type” Alex gestured to the leather notebook in Casey’s left hand.

“I’m full of surprises, Alexandra Cabot.” Casey said in a tone that suggested she was sarcastic, yet convinced Alex she was telling the truth. Alex sipped her water.

“What were you working on?” She asked, not wanting to pry, but very eager to catch up, to know why she was alone in a place like this.

“Oh, nothing, nothing interesting. Just some little bits and pieces.” Casey replied.

“Not argument notes on a Saturday night, I hope?” Alex asked, though she knew that she would’ve done the same thing back when she was in the DA’s office. Casey looked pale, uncomfortable for a moment. “I’m sorry,” Alex said, trying to soothe any pain she may have caused, though she couldn’t fathom why. “I don’t mean to bring up work when you’re trying to relax.” At this, Casey just looked confused.

“Alex, have you not heard?” Casey said, searching for signs of recognition in the woman’s eyes, but finding only further confusion continuing, her voice low, “I was censured a few months ago. I can’t practice law for at least three years.” Alex’s eyes opened wide and she set her glass down on the table between them. “I’m surprised the rumor hasn’t reached your circles yet, though I admit I’m glad I get to be the one to tell someone for a change.” Alex noticed Casey cross her arms together over her chest, closing herself up, making herself seem smaller.

It was quiet for a while, the sounds of Ella Fitzgerald on the speakers, quiet conversations, and pages turning filling it. “I’m sorry, no, I hadn’t heard. That’s too bad. Do you want to talk about it?” Casey grinned at the suggestion, oddly intimate for the two women who, while they hardly knew each other, had shared some of the most intense moments either of them had experienced in a courtroom.

“I think I’ve gone over it enough in my head, but uh, thank you.” Casey said, her voice wobbling on the thanks, “You know, you’re the first person so far to actually ask me that?”

“I’m sorry.” Was Alex’s reply. Surely Casey had people who were interested in her feelings?

“The circumstances were,” Casey trailed off as she looked for the right wording, “I was at fault, for sure. But I was just trying to do the right thing, and I made a mistake.”

“Nothing shocking, I hope?” Asked Alex, still trying to ascertain the nature of the censure, wondering about what the woman sitting across from her could’ve done.

“I violated due process, technically.” Casey replied, attempting to gauge Alex’s reaction, but seeing that it continued to be contemplative rather than condemning, continued, “I shouldn’t’ve, but I think all of us have done worse in our time. But I was not in Donnelly’s good graces, so…” instead of ending her sentence, Casey sipped the last of her drink and looked up at Alex nervously, hoping the woman wouldn’t judge her too harshly.

“Oh man, Casey. That’s really tough. I’m sorry.” Casey searched for any sign of disapprobation in Alex’s tone, but finding only genuine concern, relaxed.

“So I’ve been doing other stuff for a little while. Using my undergrad,” she said, truly sarcastic this time. “What about you Cabot? What’s keeping you from your old haunt? And what’s with the brunette look?”

Alex wanted to answer, but wasn’t going to let Casey get away completely with deflecting. “You didn’t answer my question, Novak. What’s in the notebook?”

Casey laughed. “You really are relentless.” Alex just raised an eyebrow smugly while sipping her drink, as if to say, go on. “It’s a poetry journal. I’ve kept one since college.”

This admission broke the unflappable Alex Cabot’s reserve and she couldn’t keep herself from a few giggles. “I apologize,” she said, “for laughing at you. Just, the idea of Casey Novak the poet would not have occurred to me.”

“Like I said,” Casey started, “I’m full of surprises. And nobody has laughed at me in a long time,” she continued, beginning to laugh herself. “Believe it or not, I have an English degree.”

“Ok, ok, stop. I’m not sure I can take many more shocks tonight,” teased Alex.

“And you, didn’t answer my question. What’s with the brunette? You look beautiful,” Casey said before realizing what she was saying, shutting herself up before she said anything embarrassing.

“I needed a change,” Alex said, “Something to distance myself from my old selves. I never dyed my hair before, or switched up my look at all really. Just, a change.”

“I get that.” Casey said, and Alex felt like she really did get it, somehow more than anybody else had to this point. She’d seen a few old colleagues and friends, and they all had looked at her with this mixture of fear and pity that made her wish she was invisible. But Casey seemed to say something deeper in just three words.

They talked together late into the night, about books and drinks (Casey had been a bartender in college, her knowledge on pairings was unparalleled) and everything but law. It was close to 2:00 am when Casey started to yawn.

“I’m really glad I ran into you, Alex,” she said as they left the bar, her voice scratchy from talking quietly, a subtle accent that Alex couldn’t quite place showing through under the influence of sleepiness and her light buzz. It was adorable, Alex found herself thinking.

“Me too, Casey,” Alex replied, and before she could turn to start walking towards her apartment, only a block or so away, she was met with a hug. It was brief, but Alex took in the scent of Casey’s coconut shampoo, sweet and pleasing.

“I wouldn’t have expected you to be much of a hugger either,” Alex said as she pulled away, brushing her hands on Casey’s elbows.

“I guess you have a lot to figure out,” she said, playfully, as Alex handed her into a cab.

As Alex walked up the stairs to her apartment (she could afford a bigger place, but this one, this one felt right), Alex replayed the evening and regretted not asking for Casey’s phone number before she left. When she pulled her keys out of her pocket to unlock the door, she found a piece of paper, with a number and a note:

text me, so I can learn some of your surprises.

3 .

Alex was awake.

The same old dreams kept her restless. It had been a bad night, she’d slept less than 3 hours before she woke, startled, as the sun just began to rise, 5 am on a Saturday in September.

Foggily, she attempted to reconstruct the details of her pieced together dreams, her therapist, Julia, had convinced her to keep a journal. She said the nightmares of being shot, of nobody recognizing her, those made perfect sense, classic PTSD symptoms. With what happened to her it would’ve been stranger to not suffer it. But these hadn’t been those dreams.

Clare Cartwright, age 15 stood in line at the coffee shop. Her face was pink with tears but nobody saw anything out of the ordinary except for Alex, watching her from a table. Clare’s cheeks were wet and covered in running mascara but the barista didn’t bat an eye as she ordered an iced chai and sat down alone with her laptop. Tears turned to sobs turned to screams, thrashing, but she just kept typing, sipping her tea, nobody did a damn thing. Alex tried to rise from her seat, go to the girl, hold her and scratch her back while she cried, but the heavy weight of her own body kept her seated, powerless to do anything. She tried to yell across the room, tell her that it was going to be ok, she was going to put whoever hurt her behind bars, protect her from them forever. But when she opened her mouth all breath was sucked out of her lungs, she collapsed. Clare’s cries echoed ceaselessly.

Trevor Hamilton, a 20 something pro, had been turning tricks all night but one guy had taken it a little too far. He was sure his neck, hips would be covered in nasty bruises the next day. Oh well. Nobody believed a pro who cried rape. He stuffed his cash in his briefs and made his way towards the van he slept in with three other guys but before he could get there, he fell, body bloody. Nobody heard a sound but Trevor must have been shot. His blood was cold as it poured out of him onto the sidewalk but he stood up. He wasn’t dead. In the morgue, Melinda Warner ruled the cause of death a fatal gunshot wound to his back, probably a stray bullet, but he’d had sex the night he died, maybe an angry John. Alex told everyone that he wasn’t dead. Trevor whispered in her ear, asked her how could she let them say he was dead, how could she let them get away with saying such a thing like that, how could she let them call what had happened to him sex. Alex repeated herself over and over but all she got in return from the detectives were sympathetic looks of confusion as they sent her home for the day. She must’ve been too tired, Alex heard Olivia tell Elliot, maybe her mind was acting up again, sleep deprivation can kickstart psychosis. Someone would check in on her that night, make sure she wasn’t relapsing. Alex knew she wasn’t hallucinating, because Trevor had spoken to her in the clearest voice she’d heard in months. Alex wept for Trevor the whole way home and then some but nobody seemed to notice.

Annabelle Lamm wore a fuzzy pink nightgown when her grandmother brought her into the precinct one snowy night. Olivia called Alex to come to the precinct, they needed a warrant for the apartment, they found fluids in the girl’s hair of all places, grandma handed them an envelope full of pictures of Annie that nobody in the family admitted to taking. It was a no brainer warrant, Alex didn’t even mind waking up a judge for it if it meant getting whoever had been hurting this little girl as soon as possible. When Alex arrived to the building, Olivia wasn’t there and all the lights were off. Alex clicked on a lamp, wondered if Liv had found another ADA and rushed off without telling her anything. But the room was unfamiliar, empty, concrete. In the center of the room standing perfectly still was a 5 year old girl in a pink fuzzy nightgown. Alex ran to her but couldn’t get any closer. The little girl had a hollow expression and didn’t move an inch. Alex kept running and running but her feet stayed in the same spot, powerless.

Yeah. Powerless. As she awoke she felt like she was still running, head still spinning, still heard screams.

She wrote it all down in her journal. Julia had said that it was unusual for people whose jobs involved consistently levels of high stress and disturbance to have the severity of symptoms she had; that there was usually a tolerance that was built up to being horrified. Alex had either never had that tolerance or it had been washed away during the years she’d spent in WITSEC because her very brief return to the practice of law had nearly broken her.

“Sleep deprivation can kickstart psychosis,” Olivia had told her once when they first worked together, ostensibly referring to a case of statutory rape where the perp didn’t recall a single piece of the event; but Alex knew the comment was pointed at her, not the perp. Olivia could tell that Alex’s patience was growing thin, her mind unfocused; she must’ve deduced that Alex wasn’t sleeping much. But Alex already knew the warning signs.

Alexandra Cabot, age 16, sat shaking in a hospital room. It was almost finals week, she’d pulled a few all nighters, it was nothing serious, she’d told her school counselor a week prior when her friends had noticed her speech patterns growing muddled. She stayed up another 24 hours and the last thing she remembered was her roommates grabbing her wrists and pulling her inside off the balcony. After that, the school had installed locks on all the windows. Alexandra was freezing in her hospital gown, brain numbed out from the IV antipsychotics she was attached to. A few days in the hospital to take care of her injuries (she was informed that she had thrown herself against the wall while school officials took her to the ER), then a summer of residential treatment, hopefully she would be able to return to boarding school in the fall. Her father looked at her with a shattered expression, her mother treated her with cold indifference, her friends didn’t talk to her. Major depression with psychotic features.

Alex knew the consequences of not sleeping enough. She considered taking her cup of mint tea and heading back to bed, cuddling up to her cats, reading a book maybe, just trying to screw her head on right. Her body fought her though, nervous energy ran through her veins, so she elected to have a walk instead. Besides, it had been years since she’d had any serious episode. Anxiety, sure, and the occasional month or so of depression, a few close calls, but regular therapy and medication kept her more or less in the clear since college. Her family, her therapists, had suggested she go into a different kind of law, something stimulating but less distressing like, intellectual property, but she had refused, felt called to prosecuting. But her experience was what made her a great prosecutor, and it was why she had been so adamant about the proper handling of cases involving those suffering from mental illness, especially victims, but perps as well. She knew how it felt, more than she admitted to almost anybody, but she also knew there were paths through it.

The same old nightmares, but Alex was a different person. The old Alex would’ve thrown herself even harder into work than usual, won her cases even more viciously, assuaged her feelings of powerlessness by asserting control. This Alex knew that complete control was unattainable.

The September air was cold this early in the morning, but bracing. The contrast between her thermos full of hot tea pleased her, she pretended she was a dragon as she breathed steam. She smiled to herself at the thought and at the bright orange sun rising through the treetops in the park by her apartment. This had been the right choice, sunrises were her favorite magic. Content covered her like a well fitting dress, shaking off the nerves slowly. The most dedicated joggers and newsstand operators were the only other people out this early, the quietest time in the city. Alex’s phone buzzed.

Casey: Nice coat, Cabot.

Alex looked up from her phone, confused. What? Maybe it was delivered late. She’d seen Casey two days ago for coffee— they’d developed a friendship. Texts, coffee, nothing too deep; but then it had only been a couple weeks since they’d run into each other at the library bar. Alex liked Casey. She was funny and a good listener, and she always had something to say. She didn’t walk on eggshells around Alex either, making Casey unique among her friends. She’d tried to meet up with Liv right when she’d gotten back to the city the second time, but the way she looked at her cut way too deep, like she was a hero, like she was a victim. Both of those she may well be, but she needed to be treated as a friend. Casey did that for her, down to playfully teasing her over her eccentric habits. Another text:

Casey: Turn around, Clueless.

Not many people had ever called Alexandra Cabot clueless. Alex turned around, and Casey waved at her excitedly from the jogging path and without waiting for Alex’s reaction began to run up to where she was sitting. Alex was surprised to see her, happily so. She knew Casey was athletic, but didn’t take her to be the 5:30 running type. She wore tight leggings and a running jacket, and the biggest smile Alex had seen from her. She looked beautiful in the soft early light, Alex thought, then immediately blushed at that thought.

She’d never been one to shy away from her sexuality, especially when she realized the destructive role repression had played in her life before she came out. Alex had been out since college, but she tried very hard not to crush on straight women. She knew she couldn’t control who she was attracted to, but it always made her feel a bit dejected, so. Nip that in the bud.

Alex didn’t have much time to consider the ethics of her thoughts, because Casey was right in front of her, grabbing her hands.

“It’s so good to see you! A second surprise encounter, must be fate, Cabot,” Casey said in a quiet voice, a wink in her words.

“Something like that,” Alex replied, “What are you doing out so early?”

“I could ask the same of you; I’m just finishing up my run. You are wearing a fancy coat and looking deep in thought, in fact, you are being far more suspicious than I am, look at how many people are out here jogging, I mean,”

“Oh my god,” Alex cut her off with an eye roll, “Ok, stop cross-examining me.”

Casey gave Alex a genuine laugh, “Old habits die hard.” She paused for a second. “You look pale, did you sleep?”

“Thanks, Casey.” Alex gave her a playful glare. “If three nightmares in three hours counts, then yes, I slept.”

“Oh you poor thing. I’d hug you but,” She gestured to her sweaty figure. “You wanna get breakfast? I’ll pop back to my apartment, shower, and meet you at yours in say, half an hour?”

Alex started slightly at the familiarity, but responded, “Yeah, sure, sounds fun. Uh, here I’ll text you my address.”

Did Casey blush? Alex couldn’t be sure due to her post-run glow and the chill in the air. “Sorry if that’s too familiar, I know we usually plan these things out, and I guess I just assumed you didn’t have plans, it’s totally fine if you don’t want to, you know, runner’s high and all,” but Alex cut her off again with a raise of her eyebrows.

“Are you retracting the offer, Novak?” Alex couldn’t resist the urge to tease the woman in front of her. “Because if I recall correctly, I said yes.”

Casey grew more flustered, replied with a quick, “Nope, still happening, see you in half an hour,” and took off running, leaving Alex behind as she laughed in disbelief.

[agentfreckles]

What do you think will happen in the next demo?

Quite a bit! In general, we’ll get to do some good ole detective work at the sight of that kidnapping and hopefully get some more info on that...angel person (?). It also looks like there’s going to be some interesting stuff with Tina and Verda depending on which branch you took with them. I’m also hoping we’ll get an idea of how UB plans to handle the bounty on the detective’s head (maybe something akin to them babysitting the detective everywhere they went in book one but this time it’s just their LI?!).

Now if we’re getting LI specific, that's when things start to get interesting. I’ve taken the liberty of combing through all of Sera’s update posts as well as the update+ stuff on Patreon. So let’s dive in!

A: more buffoonery as is the norm for this idiot. Although I think getting to pair off during the kidnapping investigation might actually lead to a couple of sweet moments depending on your choices. There’s a particular reaction from A Sera shared in her Patreon update+ that I think will make my fellow A stans go absolutely feral if they pick the corresponding choice. And then of course we have Sera’s ultra concerning instagram post with the line “and this is where the demise of the du Mortain line begins” so it looks like we might be getting some juicy backstory stuff too!

N: ugh honestly, I’m getting some weird vibes from N. Which is a little odd because their route in the first demo was pretty damn great all around. But Sera’s mentions of some LI’s fluff scenes ending in a not so fluffy manner (and specifying that it’s probably not the LI we think) coupled with some highly suspicious N specific update+ snippets has me thinking we might get the first sprinkles of N angst that will set the course for the rest of the book.

F: fluff, fluff, fluff. I think we’re really going to get to see F and the detective settle into their new relationship and what the means for each of them. I’m also hoping we’ll get to see F step more into that protective role they talked about in Book Two. And also maybe some spare little crumbs of F spice that I’ve been waiting for this whole time pls Sera I’m begging.

M: a rather delicious blend of nice and naughty moments for sure. Also Fluff? In my M route? What is the world coming to?! Honestly, M’s route has been an absolute dream so far and I can't wait to see where it goes in the next demo. I’m also hoping we’ll get more instances of M’s “I’m feeling horny, but in my heart” nonsense because that stuff just kills me every time.

LT: uhhh..pain? Sera did say that chapter three will feature our first ‘go with A or N to complete this task’ choice so I think that tells you right there what kind of experience you’ll be having in the next demo. That little prickly feeling N pushed down at the end of chapter two is also likely to start flaring up again and will hopefully get N to finally start putting the pieces together.  

[mrs-geuse]

Toys (Hank Anderson x Reader)

Anonymous requested: “Hank x reader where Hank is working on paperwork from home or on a work call at home or something and he catches reader playing with herself? I need something smutty with being stuck indoors. Only if it peaks your interest though!”

Pairing: Hank x fem!reader

Warnings: Language, Smut…this is smut.

           Hank hates bringing work home with him, you know this, but nights like tonight he has to. There is something shady going on at Central Station and he doesn’t know exactly who he can trust. God forbid he walks away from his desk for a minute, leaves paperwork out, asks questions to the wrong coworker…

           Something is going on and someone is covering it up and it maybe involves an android which seems to make Connor feel invested.

           It’s late, really, way later than he wants to be working on this. His eyes burn from reading, and re-reading files he’d printed off before he left work.

           A beer sits on the kitchen table, untouched. You’d popped the top for him before kissing his cheek and leaving him alone.

           “Just a little bit, babe, I just…I gotta figure it out.”

           It is rare seeing him this invested in his work, but you know when not to push so you sit in the living room, quietly petting Sumo and barely watching a movie.

           Hank is way more interesting to you than this movie. He doesn’t even know you’ve been staring but you can’t help it; the focused look on his face, the knitted brow, the way he gnaws on his lower lip in concentration every so often…it’s unlike him and you are invested.

           When Sumo lays down, you flop over on your belly, pulling the couch cushion under your chin as you snake your hand between your hips and the couch. Your fingers maneuver down until you press against your clit and bite your lip at the sensation.

           Is this wrong? Weird? Maybe. But you were very aware that you’re ovulating and your sex drive increased significantly. You just hadn’t had the chance to tell your boyfriend – but a part of you wants to. You debate if you should share this information with the class just yet. On one hand, he’s been working for almost two hours and probably needs to knuckle down, on the other hand you really need him.

           You figure you can last a little longer and you’re sure he is going to make it worth your time, he always does.

           So, you settle for playing with yourself just a little.

           The pressure in this position, with your palm cupped against your pubic bone, your fingers dancing across your clit – is the perfect sensation and always makes you come.

           “Hey, y/n?” Hank’s deep voice startles you and you slip your hand away, pulling it back up to fold calmly under the pillow you’re lying face-down on. Hank glances over at you. “C’mere,” he says it gruff and you’re feeling even more aroused. Slowly, you rise and make your way to him, tentative steps. Had he seen? Is he going to make demands? Punish you?

           “Yes?” you manage.

           He doesn’t even glance at you. “These symbols were at the scene. I snagged a note off their desk and…does the writing look similar to you?”

           The two items are vastly different mediums, and if you squint maybe you can see a similarity.

           “Honestly, Hank, no…”

           “Fuck,” he grumbles, balling the paper in his palm before tossing it toward the kitchen trash.

           “Hey, honey, come to bed…you can look at this in the morning,” you’re kissing at his neck.

           “Mmmm…” Hank’s moan shoots arousal to your core, like he’s aware of what he’s doing to you, like he enjoys it. “You know I’d like that very much,” he hums against your ear. “But m’so close, I can feel it.”

           You try not to let his words bug you; you knew it was going to be longer of a wait and he would take care of you. Why are you rushing?

           Only you can feel the heat pooling between your legs as you stood there and Hank rubs his beard, making that delicious scratching sound. You want his face between your legs but you know the second you said anything he’d be abandoning his work and maybe losing his hot streak of finding clues.

           So, you tell him you’re going to take a shower. You need the space. The water is hot and you’re satisfied enough with his clean, fluffy towels you’d bought him. Not to mention your little friend…

           Your vibrator had been shoved in a drawer in Hank’s room, but you manage to find the one you left at his place. Not your favorite, but it’ll get the job done.

           You assume that this would satiate you for now and the water running would cut down on the hum…maybe Hank won’t hear.

           It was like a little game: he always loved watching you pleasure yourself. You feel the same in regards to him. He’d shared, one drunken night together, that none of his other flames had ever been ‘interested enough’ to watch him wank it (his words, not yours)

           There was something alluring about the whole thing. You love watching him pleasure himself, it gave fuel to your fire, let you see just how he likes to be touched, what speed he wants it, how hard…

           Fighting the moan that threatens to leave your throat, you lean your head back against the wall of the shower. The vibrator is on the lowest setting and the speed is tantalizing. You want it faster, you want Hank.

           “Fuck,” you huff, pressure building as you think of Hank’s fist closed around his cock – stroking – the muscles in his forearms…

           With your free hand, you grasp at your hardened nipples, pinching them between your thumb and forefinger the way that Hank usually did.

           And then…it stops.

           Your eyes shoot open, blinded by the running shower water for a moment as you gaze down at the toy in your hand. The light no longer illuminated, you practically growl  at the realization that you hadn’t charged it last use.

           “God damn it…” you slam it on the shelf by the soap then let your hand fall back between your thighs. The frustration made you lose that edge and you sigh heavily. “Fuck me…”

           You begin to wash your hair, mind drifting to thoughts of Hank taking you in the shower last week. Your arousal was overwhelming and one swift touch to your clit makes you hiss at the sensation.

           By the time you start washing your body, you wonder how long the charge would take…could you use it while it charged?

           And suddenly it hit you: the cock ring. You’d bought it for Hank as sort of a gag gift last Christmas. The two of you had a running joke that he was too girthy for a cock ring. You could remember the boisterous laugh he let out when he opened your gift.

           Of course you tried it, it would have been a waste of money otherwise. But…it was a flop. Hank was, indeed, girthy and it made the thing…uncomfortable he said. Not painful, just not great.

           You, however, enjoyed the vibrating feature on it.

           It isn’t your first choice, but desperate times…it will have to do.

           Quickly, you finish washing yourself. Water shut off, fluffy towel wrapped around yourself, you rush to dry off and make your way into Hank’s room.

           In the kitchen, Hank sighs at the paperwork. His eyes are getting dry, beer warm by now.

           When Hank’s phone rings, he reaches to answer it. Connor. Again. Third time in an hour.

           “Damn it, you’re gonna need to cool it with these calls, Connor.”

           He stands to put the beer in the fridge, phone pressed to his ear. Leaning back against the closed fridge, he listens to Connor ramble on and then pauses, pulling the phone from his ear for a second.

           While he’d been reading, he must not have realized: the sound of the shower shut off. How long ago? Weren’t you going to come by and lay on the couch until he was done?

           His mind trails to you slipping and hurting yourself and he pushes off the fridge to check on you.

           And then he freezes.

           Is that…

           No.

           Can’t be.

           Quietly, Hank steps toward the hallway, listening in.

           His bedroom door is open only a crack, which was odd. Taking a few quiet steps forward, he draws closer to the room and listens.

           Fuck…

           Tentative fingers press against the wood of the door, pushing gently so as not to make himself known.

           Connor’s voice still drones on the phone but Hank is long past the point of paying attention.

           Hungry eyes take in the scene before him: y/n lying on your back, head on his pillow, legs arched, fingers pressing his vibrating cock ring against your clit, a pleasured expression on your face in the dim light.

           The hum of the vibration had alerted him in the kitchen and, fuck, are you in trouble…

           Feeling bold, Hank forces the door open further, a resounding squeak making you jump.

           You look like a sight; mouth an ‘o’ shape, rising to your elbows.

           “Hank!” you gasp.

           The man puts the phone back to his ear. “Connor, gotta go.” And he hangs up, slamming the thing on the wardrobe. “What do you think you’re doin’ in here, sweetheart?” his voice seems kind, even, but you can tell he’s a mix of irritation and arousal right now and you’re hoping to play on that latter half.

           “Hank, I swear…I didn’t want to disturb you. I just…” he draws closer to the bed, looking contemplative, slightly menacing. “The-the shower. I was���in the shower and…an the vibrator it…lost its juice so I thought…” your sentence trailed off.

           “You thought what, exactly?” his deep voice is right beside your ear as he snatches the cock ring from you, feeling your wetness having coated it. “Thought you’d take care of it yourself?”

           “I didn’t want to disturb you,” you admit. “M’sorry, baby, I know how much you like to watch and I just…I couldn’t help myself. You looked so good sitting there, hard at work.”

           He raises a brow at that and you realize for the first time tonight that Hank is extremely aroused, cock pressing harshly against the zip of his pants.

           You watch him insert a digit into his mouth, tasting you from your wetness on the cock ring which still vibes in his hand. A deep moan leaves him, distracting you for a second. You’d been so damn close once again when he caught you and all you wanna do is come.

           Abruptly, Hank presses the vibrating thing to your clit, rubbing deep circles and you fall back on the bed, hand reaching for his arm and clawing at the skin as his pressure is unrelenting.

           “F-fuck, Hank…” you cry out.

           “Now you’re going to continue and I’m going to watch,” he waits a little longer, lets the vibration do its thing, enjoys watching you writhe beneath him. He’s absentmindedly palming himself through his pants and his precum is leaving a wet mark in the jeans.

           Thumb pressed to the toy, he slips a digit inside of you, arching it just the way he knows you like it. You’re practically crying at this point, so grateful to be so close to climax once again.

           And then he’s gone as quickly as he comes and you let out an audible growl.

           He’s across the room, sitting in a chair, fidgeting with his belt without taking his eyes off you. You can see how aroused he is and as his cock springs out of his boxers, he starts stroking himself.

           He’s been kind enough to leave you the vibrating ring and you’re thankful but slightly disappointed. There’s something about Hank’s fingers, the way he can reach that spot inside of you, no problem. Even your fingers don’t do it justice – they’re too tiny whereas Hank’s fingers applying just the right amount of pressure sends you over the edge.

           You’re disappointed too because you know how late it is and you know that after Hank comes all over his stomach or down his hand or – God-willing – on you, he’s going to want to go to sleep. It’s going to take a serious amount of begging to get him to fuck you, you’ve broken one of the few requests he has for you. You’d call it a rule, so would he, but you know he wouldn’t be bold enough to punish too harshly – it’s just not in him with you.

           “What were you thinking about?” the pace his fist is at remains slow, tantalizing for the both of you.

           “This. You, jerking it,” you bite your lip as you speak, aware of how stimulated these sexual, breathy conversations leave Hank. Maybe you’ll be able to get this to work out in your favor. “And…and you fucking me in the shower. And that position with my legs up, thighs against my chest, feet behind your head as you pound into me.”

           That does it, Hank’s fist quickens its pace around his cock and you can see the precum oozing.

           Fuck.

           “Mmm…good. Good, sweetheart…” he grunts. “Why so needy tonight?”

           You were close until he asks this question. “I’m ovulating, Hank.”

           His pace falters just a moment but then he’s quickening his fist around his cock.

           “Oh.”

           Hank loves when you’re ovulating, loves how wet you are, how easily aroused, how desperate you are for him to slip his cock inside of you. He also loves that sometimes you’re too damn wet which makes it hard for him to feel too stimulated and so your romps sometimes last longer than usual.

           And here you go, pleading with him to let you ride him.

           “M’close, I won’t take long, I promise. Hank, please…” the thought of getting to come on his cock turns you on even more, makes you desperate.

           You’re about to shift off the bed and make your way over to him, try to seduce him, but he’s onto your game faster than you expect.

           “Ah, stay there, duchess. No. You come. Now.”

           Nodding, you melt at the controlling tone. “Yes, sir.”

           Fuck, Hank’s faltering at this; at seeing how desperate and eager you are. He can’t keep this façade up much longer. He wants to be in you more than anything right now. But he wants you to think he’s this cruel, wants to play with that edge a little bit more.

           His cock twitches when he sees the normal tells that you’re close to an orgasm finally – he can imagine how frustrated you are. And, being the asshole he is, he wants to add to it.

           Your toes are curling and he’s so fucking aroused right now…but he manages to pull it together before you come undone and rises to his feet, takes two steps toward the bed, startling you.

           You look up at him with your big doe eyes and he almost comes right there on the bed.

           “Lay back,” he instructs softly. You visibly shiver, doing so without hesitation. “Fuck, what a good girl,” he coos as he slowly undresses.

           He doesn’t even mind that you’re still touching yourself as he does this. Awkwardly, he crawls onto the bed, insisting that you scoot over. You gaze at him, needy and desperate and begging for instructions.

           “Ride me.”

           You do as you’re told, easily straddling thick thighs to lower your dripping pussy down onto his hard shaft.

           You both moan together and the feel of him filling you is almost too much, you almost come.

           Shifting forward, you gaze up at him for permission, knowing that your clit just needs a little stimulation from his pubic bone as his cock penetrates you.

           Normally, he’d let you, but this time he’s irked that you played with yourself without even the slightest inkling that you were worked up. And so he chooses to press his hand forward, placing his thumb on your clit. You gasp, grasping his hair and rocking your body onto him. He knows what you want, but you’re not getting it. You’re lucky you’re getting this, he figures.

           Not to mention he needs you to come. Soon. Now.

           He’s close, too close considering you just got started. But the way you’re rocking yourself on him at the current moment, he gave himself a pass. That added with your wetness during ovulation just tips him over the edge.

           “M’close,” you say and it’s almost like a prayer, sounds a lot like ‘Hallelujah’ falling from your lips.

           Hank watches you, wants to see it, that moment where you completely lose yourself and the pleasure overtakes you. That’s why he loves watching you masturbate. He doesn’t want you hiding your face or covering your mouth to quiet the noises. He wants you – all of you – and sometimes he loses that edge when he’s buried inside you.

           “Come on, baby,” he eggs you on, knowing how much you enjoy that. And then, “Fuck, you’re milking my cock right now, honey…”

           At that, you completely lose it, feeling the delicious pulse deep in you. Hank’s thighs are wet, your thighs are wet…

           The feeling of your climax pushes Hank toward release too. He fucking loves the way you can’t seem to stay upright after an orgasm, loves how you snuggle against his chest and pepper kisses and bite and claw at him, loves the gasps and cries of his name…

           Seconds after you’re spent, he’s spilling inside of you, gripping at your hips and moaning softly, head thrown back against the pillow. You love to see the pleasure on his face, to feel his warm release inside of you.

           You’ll try not to get too excited about a baby in the next few weeks, just as you’ve done every month for the past six. Hank is convinced he’s ruined his sperm with his slip into alcoholism before you two started dating, but you assured him you weren’t worried.

           It isn’t a priority right now and clearly you aren’t taking precautions, but…hey, the thought is always exciting. You know he’ll have a drink or several in the next few days, thinking about Cole but you will pick him up as you’ve done every month for the past six.

           “Ah, God, fuck, I love you,” he mumbles as you collapsed next to him, still kissing at his neck and running a hand down his chest.

           “I love you.”

           “You know,” he sighs, watching as you drape your body over him, intertwining with him. He never gets used to the feel of you in bed with him. He’s still convinced it’s a dream. “I would’a stopped working the minute you said you were ovulating.”

           You laugh. “Noted. Next time.”

           “Next time,” he agrees.

[mistergrass]

a dump of podcast thoughts/recs

I have been listening to a whole lot of podcasts in the last month, and so I thought I’d just lay out what I’ve listened to so far and my general thoughts (but I’m not gonna tag any of them because I might get too honest - which means REALLY no one is gonna care about this lmao) 

I would also love some recs for both fiction and non-fiction if anyone’s got any! 

Fiction:

The Magnus Archives - This is, unsurprisingly, my top top recommendation for podcasts. The story being told is so intricate and well thought-out. I love pieces of media where I can turn my brain off and trust that the creators know exactly what they’re doing. And I love anything that knows its intent from episode 1. I think I could go on for ages praising this podcast, but tldr; 

HIGHLY RECOMMEND 

The Penumbra Podcast (Junoverse) - I am not a fan of high fantasy, which is the main reason I haven’t listened to Second Citadel (other than the one-off eps in s1), so I’ll just focus on the Juno Steel stories. But I listened to this after catching up with TMA because so many people seemed to recommend it. Because of that, I think I might have gone into it with slightly higher-than-necessary expectations....

Here are things I like about it: the environment is well sound-scaped (especially in later eps), the universe is really cool and fun to learn about, and the romantic subplot between Juno and Peter really is a great time. 

That being said, I can get a little frustrated with the writing at times. Story beats are sometimes paced oddly, and at other times the narration can over-explain what’s going on -- especially wrt character emotions. S2 I think is the biggest culprit of this “tell don’t show” method, and it can expand to hurt the individual mysteries and the set-up of the metaplot, too. Overall, S2 was a real dredge to get through. (But credit where credit is due, Juno Steel and The Monster’s Reflection were incredibly crafted episodes of that season). 

But it was worth it to me for S3, which is a fun vibe and shifts from focusing on individual mysteries to character explorations in a found-family dynamic. The real strength of this podcast are the unique and engaging characters and their dynamics (which is why when Juno isolates himself in S2, it gets kind of dull). It’s not perfect, but it’s definitely been a very entertaining season. 

Uhhhh, kind of recommend? Maybe only if you’re really into the noir/sci-fi/detective genre. 

Death by Dying - The worst thing about this podcast is that there’s only five episodes. Oh my GOD what a gem of a show. The deadpan, absurdist humor in this show is so insanely up my alley and so well-written. But one thing I love about this podcast is that even in five episodes with a format that is mostly obituary-of-the-week, the emotional arcs of the characters are really well-maintained. Charolette, in particular, is a tragic character to follow through the MC’s eyes, but in a way that makes total sense considering the situation. This show is so clever, so fun, and finds ways to be really poignant at times, too. 

HIGHLY RECOMMEND 

Two Princes - I know I said I don’t like high fantasy, but I’m also gay and sometimes that just beats out. Who doesn’t like a light, fluffy story about two princes falling in love in some perilous magic forest? It’s a gas. Also, it’s just really well-produced and an easy listen. You very much get what’s on the tin,  and that tin is some high-quality and very tasty cheese. 

RECOMMEND 

Limetown - God, I’m so upset about this one. 

The first season is a masterpiece. WONDERFULLY produced, beautifully sound-scaped, insanely intriguing and engaging, along with a wonderful MC who is far from perfect in her endeavor for forbidden knowledge. I don’t think I can recommend it enough. 

The second season... is fine! You still want to know what’s going on, so it’s easy to keep listening. But, tbh, it takes a bit of an odd turn. I don’t want to spoil it too much, but I would’ve been okay with the shift in direction if it was leading somewhere satisfying. But the S2 finale is... well. Choices were made, I guess. I’ll just say that I was really cheated out of an emotional pay-off. 

If there was a promise of a 3rd season that would explain these things in more depth, I might let it off. But it looks like the production team is shifting its focus to the TV series being made out of this. I might watch it -- but I am worried now that they won’t know how to land the plane no matter how smooth the take-off is. 

Despite everything, RECOMMEND 

Archive 81 - (I have only finished through S2) 

My feelings on this show is that I do not have the auditory processing skills required to keep up, lmao. But I don’t think I can really hold that against this podcast. This show doesn’t hold the audience’s hands, which is something I actually really like (even if I do get lost sometimes in what’s happening, lmao). This is obviously another case of the creators knowing EXACTLY where they’re going in the story, too. I also don’t think I’ve heard any other podcast with sound-scaping at this level. The biggest themes of this show are sound and ritual, and itreally follows through on that wrt how the sound is edited. The vibe of it is so mysterious and unique, it does such a good job of making you feel like you’re in a totally different world.

RECOMMEND

Wooden Overcoats - (I have only finished through S1)

This show definitely has a Fawlty Towers feel to it, and the humor is very fast-paced and British in that very specific UK-sitcom way. Because of that the humor is very dry, but definitely fun to listen to. And the characters are a real hysterical bunch.

My biggest critique, however, is that sometimes the episodes end in a way that feels like a big bummer. British sitcoms of this nature usually hinge upon an incompetent/anti-hero MC who tends to deserve the different comical misfortunes that fall upon them. Usually they get up afterwards, having learned nothing, and the cycle continues in a harmless way. But sometimes that vibe doesn’t really hit, and a few episodes will end with these big tonal shifts where the schadenfreude ends up drying out. You sort of just end up feeling bad for everyone involved instead lol. It’s what has me hesitating going into the next season, but I’ll definitely start it up eventually. It’s well produced, and honestly the characters are just too fun to keep away from (Antigone in particular is my favorite). 

If you like British sitcoms, I’d recommend. Or if you’re looking for a cynical laugh. 

Other podcasts I’ve started are EOS 10, and Dreamboy. I really didn’t like the first episode of Dreamboy, but I’m gonna give it another try since it’s so short. EOS 10 seems well-produced, but not really up my personal alley. 

Non-Fiction 

I’m not gonna give these ones as long of blurbs, just know I recommend them all highly. 

You Must Remember This -  Old Hollywood history that is wonderfully researched, and focuses a lot on women of the time. The recounting of these histories feels very honest and she really doesn’t pull any punches when giving detailed and accurate accounts. A truly wonderful show. 

Welcome to Your Fantasy - A deep dive on the history of Chippendales that is WILDLY entertaining. I sort of can’t believe I got as sucked in as I did. The host has a wonderful humor about her, but is still great at getting to the heart of some of the heavier issues at hand. 

Last Podcast on the Left - My favorite true crime/conspiracy podcast by a long mile. It’s equally hilarious and well-researched. I know a lot of people are kind of anti-true crime lately which is very understandable, but I do appreciate each of the host’s personal philosophies on the matter, which I think comes through in a lot of their episodes. 

[melyaliz]

Yellow Umbrella pt 2

Masterlist 

Fandom: Marvel 

Summary: Girls nights and hook ups 

Pairing: Loki x OC 

Notes: So I’m thinking of doing little monologues at the beginning of each chapter. What do we think? Yay or nay? 

Also, I don’t want to ruin this story’s whole… vibe but I want to say a few things about fantasy vs reality. In fantasy, it’s fun to think of yourself walking down a dark street with a handsome stranger, or leaving your best friends to let him buy you a drink, or even taking him home. 

But remember that demon mafia lords and Loki are not real. In the real world making a safe choice over the romantic one is ALWAYS better. Because in the real world you can’t delete the chapter if you don’t like the way it’s going or make the guy turn out to be a hunky sweety if he’s not.

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Love.  

What a Broad word. 

You could tell someone that you love them and it could be a million different things. 

It could be romantic. It could mean that person who when you hold them in your arms you feel whole in a way you never thought you could feel about anyone. It could make you burn like a bright fire and freeze like sub-zero. 

But sometimes… sometimes love isn’t romantic. 

Sometimes it’s a new college roommate. Walking into your dorm looking just as nervous as you have been feeling all day. Wide-eyed and praying that they had made the right choice leaving everything they had known to try something new. 

Sometimes love is a drunken classmate finding you at a bar and pretending to be your lesbian lover to keep a creepy man away. Her hugging you tightly, smelling strongly of tequila, all while screaming at the guy “I would die for my beautiful woman!” even if you only spoke twice before in English class. 

Sometimes love comes stronger and powerful while you're sitting there unsure what to do next after he leaves you. It holds unbreakable when the rest of the world seems to be crumbling around you. 

Sometimes love is two girls who just understand you in a way that no one else ever was able too. 

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It all started with a text. 

Having gotten out of a two-year relationship meant a few things.

ONE: Yue didn’t have any going out clothes.

TWO: She still struggled with the social graces of the hookup culture. 

Lucky for her she had two best friends who had her back. Sammie and Riley. 

They had all met in college and basically become inseparable. Sammie and Yue were Freshman roommates and Riley ended up moving in with them when her roommate became a psycho bitch. 

They had always been there for each other. Always supported each other. No matter what stupid decisions or bad choices (most of the time right next to them). Through ex-boyfriends, psycho roommates, and bitchy coworkers. 

“Cuddles!” Yue sang out hugging Riley who pulled her closer to her. While the sky hadn’t quite opened up in a downpour the dark looming clouds were threatening to start at any time.  

“Come here lover,” the brilliant red-haired girl said, pulling open her Naruto umbrella. Bright Japanese cartoon characters smiling around the large covering. Sammie frowned, opening her own sensible umbrella checking her phone one more time before looking down the quickly darkening street for their driver. 

“What happened to your umbrella?” 

“Remember she gave it to that sexy stranger while high on Nyquil.” 

“Oh yeah,” Sammie said fighting back a smile at the memory of a half-delirious Yue describing the half beaten Gothic boy she had met in the dead of the night.“Your Ted” 

“Tonight's going to be a good night” Riley giggled glancing down at her phone before shoving it in her rain jacket. The long tan trench went past the short mini shirt, her long pale legs glowing in the dark of the rainy city streets. “Someone is getting laid tonight! I can feel it.” 

The bar was comfortably crowded for a Friday night. Just enough people to get lost in a crowd but not enough to get trampled. The DJ was playing their song and soon they were dancing on the floor. Just another group of recent college grads living their best lives. 

And that’s when she saw him. Well, more like collided into him. Her hand hitting a very toned chest wasn’t out of the normal for the packed dance floor, however, when a foreign hand wove itself around her wrist her attention was caught. 

Turning she came face to face with him. 

Umbrella Man. 

In the colorful lights, he was even more unworldly looking. Like something out of some modern sci-fi movie. His pale face cleaned from any bruises or cuts, makeup now clean, dark lines around his eyes with one that seemed to drip down into a point. For a moment Yue wasn’t sure if it had been her imitation or maybe that scar had just been makeup the first night they had met. 

Honestly, he could have been a cat in a hot topic shirt for all she knew that night. 

“Well fancy meeting you here,” he said leaning forward his breath was cool with a slightly minty smell which was odd for a hot sweaty dance floor. Refreshing and alluring in a way that made her heart skip a beat. 

“Yeah.” was all that came out her eyes wide unsure what to say her brain slightly buzzed from a night of fun. Never in her life would she, miss plane Jane, imagine having a man like this ever pay attention to her. Never had she ever imagined a man like this ever bother to approach her. Never had she ever thought a man like that would look at her, his green eyes traveling over her body like that. Admiring the cute outfit she had stolen from Riley as if taking in a work of art.  She almost felt almost naked under his gaze yet totally in control at the same time. 

“Let me buy you a drink?” his hand snaking its way around to the small of her back pulling her closer. Glancing to the side Yue noticed Riley and Sammie dancing, both girls didn’t look it, but they were slyly watching her. Keeping an eye out for their friend. Ready to strike at a moment's notice.  

“Just let your friends know you’ll be right back” 

Ok so maybe not that slyly. 

Nodding toward her friends she then let the dark stranger lead her to the bar. As they walked through the dance floor it was as if the red sea parted, only it was a bunch of drunk 20-somethings and not water. It was a bit of an out of body experience. Feeling almost like a queen being led by her king through a court of his subjects. Yue vaguely wondered if she was just drunk as they quickly found two empty seats at the bar, the bartender nodding toward them coming quickly up. 

Ok, she was drunk but not this drunk. 

“How do you do that?” she asked looking up at him in awe, “it took me at least five minutes to get his attention and that was after Riley made me bounce up and down a few times.”  the man smiled down clearly finding her reaction amusing. Her clearly comfortable with her own drunk girl antics, this woman in front of him seemed so, her own person. As if she wasn’t trying to be anyone but the drunk silly girl she was.  

“I have that effect on people.” turning to the bartender he leaned against the wooden bar, “I’ll take a Whiskey neat and she’ll have…” 

“Just a beer.” 

Again, a delightful surprise. He raised an eyebrow as the bartender nodded going to grab the drinks. “I took you more for a vodka soda girl.”  

“Beer is an easy drink” she shrugged, nodding a thank you to the bartender. “I always know what I’m getting and it says I’m not expecting anything from the buyer.” 

“I don’t think a beer could properly thank you for the umbrella,” he said leaning forward, smiling at her a slender finger gently running over the outside of her thigh sending a shiver up her leg. Just enough of a touch to let her know his intentions but not enough she couldn’t move away from it. Her heart rate picked up at the thought. Taking a swig of her beer she smiled.

“The nights still young.” 

“That it is. I would love to show you just how grateful I am” his voice was as smooth as the whiskey he was drinking. 

His meaning wasn’t hard to tell but the nerves were getting the better of her. It had been a while. But making out with a hot stranger in a bar was on her hot girl summer bucket list. She had promised herself that this was going to be her year of adventure. And there was no way she was going to let a few butterflies get in the way of that.

And he was hot.

Like almost too hot. 

“What did you have in mind?” 

He tasted like whiskey, smokey and smooth. Filling her taste buds sending a fun buzz through her body as his thumbs stroked her cheeks. He wasn’t messing around, his kiss filled with passion and an intensity that sent her head spinning more than any alcohol could. 

They kissed and kissed and kissed. 

And then kissed some more. 

At the bar.

On the dance floor. 

On the uber home.

At her doorstep.

In the living room 

Somewhere between the living room and the bedroom clothes were slowly being shed until they were both standing there naked. 

Letting out a giggled Yue jumped onto her bed bouncing slightly before crawling in the head. He crawled after her on all fours matching her smile with one of his own. Her heart rate picked up watching him as he looked up through dark lashes that thin smile on his face as he slowly moved closer and closer until his lips met hers. 

He was such a good kisser, it was always so tender and slow. Enjoying the moment in no hurry to go anywhere. She vaguely wondered how good he would feel kissing anywhere else as she let him crawl over her.  

Pausing for a moment he looked down at her fluffy blue blanket his hands were grasping on either side of her body. “This blanket is very cozy,” he mumbled a playful smile on his face as he looked up at her. His smile seemed to be laughing at a secret she wasn’t even sure she understood. 

“I strive for comfort.” she giggled meeting his smile with one of her own. Pushing herself down deeper into the bed spreading out her hands as if cementing this statement. 

Cute, that’s what he thought as he looked down at her. She was so damn cute. 

Very unlike what he normally went for.

But maybe a change was good. 

He smiled, kissing her back his hips rubbing against hers. Burying his nose in her neck he sighed, “did I mention how good you smell” he mumbled letting his nose run over her neck enjoying her. Drinking her in sending shivers down her spine. 

Slowly moving from her shoulder to her neck taking another deep breath before kissing her. “It’s the sweetest thing I have ever smelled ” 

It was such a strange compliment she wasn’t sure why that was so hot. Maybe it had something to do with his overall dark mysterious vibe he had going for him. The way he seemed to be kissing her, licking her neck and it felt like she had her own vampire lover in her bedroom or something. Her fingers dug into his pale skin as he took her in enjoying the beautiful sweet skin at the base of her neck. Teeth grazing just hard enough to feel but not enough to pierce the skin. 

Delicately he moved his way down from her neck to her collar bone before reaching her breasts burying his face in them sighing before kissing the valley between them fingers running over them pitching the nipples “it’s better than even the angels.” 

He kissed her nipples “Or the devils.” 

He kissed and licked down her stomach enjoying her scent. Tasting every inch of her body. Like his kisses before he was so slow and deliberate. Truly taking his time to enjoy himself. Taking his time until he reached her hips. 

Her body shivered as she watched him. His green eyes looking up for a moment meeting her own that smile back. Their gaze meeting as his tongue slowly licked over her pussy like he was taking a lick of ice cream. He hummed softly lowering his gaze going in again. Just as slow, this time a bit deeper the tip of his tongue flicking over her core making her let out a shaky breath as her stomach burst into a million butterflies. 

Yue had never had anyone eat her like that. Her ex had never done it saying it didn’t do anything for him and the random rebound she had dated after that had been like a blender with his tongue. 

But not this guy. 

Oh God, this guy. 

He was truly sinful the way he ate her out. His mouth over her making her whole body feel hot and bubbly. His lips kissing and sucking as his tongue, oh that tongue. It seemed to find just the right spots to explore licking and flicking in a way that had her totally undone. 

It was as if time had stood still, she wasn’t sure if it had been seconds or hours. Her brain left her body as if she had ascended to another plane. 

Just when she was sure this was what true bliss felt like he slipped a finger inside of her while sucking on her clit. 

The new and wonderful sensation caused her to gasps bucking her hips slightly and he smiled pulling away for a moment to lick his lips, “Baby girl when was the last time someone properly took care of you? You’re moaning like a virgin” 

“I…” she felt her face flush biting her lip. All those insecurities coming back to her. Painfully aware she was with a man who was far her superior in the bedroom. 

“Oh now don't’ do that,” he said, still playing lazy with her, his finger joined by two more toying lightly with her as he looked up between her legs, “I love it. It’s been so long since I’ve met someone who’s let themselves enjoy it this much.”

“Thanks.” 

“Now let’s see how loud I can get you to scream.” he snickered, diving back in causing her to throw her head back in pure pleasure. She was so close she wasn’t even sure how to speak. Her whole body seemed to be humming with an electrical current that only seemed to light her up brighter and brighter until she was exploding within herself. It felt like fireworks as her body reached its peak. She let out a few giggles unable to really know how else to function. The feeling so wonderful there was nothing else she could do but laugh.  He pushed her through her climax enjoying every moment of it, quite literally eating it up. That large grin on his face as he watched her squirm giggling with pure bliss on her fluffy blue blanket.

 She was such a beautiful sight. 

After a few moments, he crawled up over her kissing her neck again. Tenderly, his hands stroking her arms. Then slowly he pulled her onto his lap. His thick erection rubbing against her legs just in front of her core. His eyes studying hers waiting for her to move toward him.  

She searched his gaze for a moment before she spoke, “I have condoms in my drawer.”

“I don’t… he paused as if realizing where he was. His eyes dark with lust “Show me what you have.” 

“You don’t want me to return the favor?” she asked Glancing over at his huge cock, thick and dripping slightly with pre-cum. It gave her a slight thrill that he had gotten that hard just by eating her out. 

He shook his head looking over her shoulder as she opened her bedside table drawer luckily Riley had gone for a run last week and had picked her up a multi-pack “just in case.” so she was stocked and ready. “Next time” he mumbled before taking one slipping it over his cock. 

Then moving toward her he pulled her close to him. Kissing her neck as he lifted her up onto his lap slowly pushing her onto his cock. Using his shoulders as a base she pushed herself up and down a few times letting his cock fill her up with a soft moan that he matched. 

“You feel as good as you taste, fucking fantastic.” his hot breath caressing her neck and ear as he moved her around his cock. Him on his knees leaning back on his left hand, the right gripping her ass. “Move those hips for me,” he mumbled his voice husky dripping with sex, “Like you did on the dance floor, fill yourself up.” 

His moans, the fact that she was making him moan like was making her close to coming again. 

And he felt so good inside her too. 

His lips on her neck, her hands in his hair as they went deeper and deeper until she wasn’t sure where his body ended and hers began. It felt so good. It felt so freeing. 

Then his mood changed and he let out a soft growl. Moving swiftly he bucked forward. She let out a slight squeal wrapping herself around him as she felt herself fall toward the bed. His body over hers again. He gasped looking down his breath ragged and eyes so dark they looked like… maybe it was a trick of the darkroom but they looked black. 

All black. 

He growled again as he descended upon her. 

  His thrusts were heavy and hard. Sending pleasure shooting through her body as she matched his rough pace. Their legs tangled together as he kissed her over and over her lips, her neck, and her breasts. Frantic and rough as if he is going to devour her. Between each kiss are moans and cruses in a language she doesn’t recognize.

Yue looked up at him, his dark eyes, hair, white skin glowing in the moonlight of her room and she realized something. 

She knew nothing about this man. 

And something about that. Something about the idea that she owed his man nothing but the pleasure they were sharing at this moment was the most thrilling wonderful thing she had ever experienced. 

She gasped as she felt herself close again to her, it was as if her own body knew her deep thoughts. That she was allowed to enjoy this for herself and not for anyone one else. 

She cried as she came, letting out a loud moan. He followed quickly after biting down on her neck, not drawing blood but close. The pain making her cry out in surprise but also pleasure. 

He kissed her where he had marked her before traveling over her shoulder and then back to her neck pulling her close to him pushing in a few more times just enjoying the feeling of them together. Then just as softly he let her fall into her bed rolling off. 

Both of them laying on their backs looking up at the ceiling gasping for air. Then after a few moments, Yue got up grabbing a towel from the closet in the hallway coming back to hand it to him. Leaving again she came back with a cup of water. 

“You can stay if you want,” she muttered crawling back into the bed. He nodded watching her. Something about watching her curl up under that fluffy blanket almost disappearing into those pillows he wanted that. 

That peace she seemed to have. 

“Yes please.” 

Nodding she lifted the blanket letting him crawl under before tucking him in. his hand snaked around her pulling her closer to him, taking in her sent again.

That beautiful sweet scent. All-consuming wonderful scent. 

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[andimlonely]

✿ BNHA Pokémon Teams ✿

I’ve had this idea for awhile, and I had a lot of fun creating these teams. I didn’t do that many characters but I will definitely do more later. Also, I’m not a stellar team creator nor are these teams necessarily meant to be very good for competitive play. That said, I tried to add some variation to each through typing and movepools. And if you have suggestions or alterations feel free to send them my way! (also, if you play pokemon showdown feel free to play with me and actually try going up against these teams if you want to! that would be fun!)

Neito Monoma:

I think you can see my inspiration for this team. Monoma copies quirks, his pokemon copy abilities and moves. There’s not much to say about this one. Any pokemon with mirror move or something similar could also replace a pokemon here.

Denki Kaminari:

I thought galvantula would be an interesting part of the team because of its typing, and it also suits Denki’s vibe in my opinion. Jolteon and Ampharos are both great electric types with pretty good movepools in my opinion, so I had to give him those two. I also couldn’t not give him Pikachu. I tried to cover their weaknesses a bit with ice and water moves, as well as moves like extreme speed and volt switch (because having three pure electrics really opens you up to pokemon with a type advantage). Rotom is great because of its levitate and Magneton’s typing in hindsight isn’t ideal, so I might exchange it for another pokemon.

Ochako Uraraka 

I kind of don’t like how pink her team ended up being, but I don’t think it’s too bad. Overall, I tried to emphasize how Ochako picked up some martial arts skills, with a little bit of a nod to her quirk. Wigglytuff just suits her cute but tough nature, and it is also known as a balloon pokemon. I chose it over jigglypuff because it’s stronger, and I personally like it more hehe. Mienshao probably seems like an odd choice, but its appearance and typing fit the vibe I was going for so I thought it would be a strong addition to the team. Jumpluff, despite not having levitate as an ability, does float. Besides being cute, it’s pretty strong, and it does have a pink shiny, so if you prefer her team be very pink then it’s ideal. The remaining three have that fighting type or move thing going for them and some pink in their designs. Medicham’s “pants” also remind me of her hero costume. 

Mina Ashido:

For Mina’s team, I wanted to go for (another) a very pink aesthetic, but bolder and more colorful. I took a lot of inspiration from her dorm room as well. Of course, I also wanted to represent her acid quirk so I chose a few poison types too. Vileplume is a solid poison type that is girly and captures Mina’s essence. Munna is basically the same, but it has more pink. Aromatisse has the fluffy quality of Mina’s hair while fitting the aesthetic and adds variety to the team. Nidoking is not only a poison (and ground) type, but its colors resemble Mina’s hero costume and it’s a strong pokemon. Both Drowzee and Ariados are meant to be shinies, as they’re pink. Ariados has the bold pattern, the poison, and the pink. Drowzee adds variety while suiting the almost psychedelic nature of this team.

Katsuki Bakugou

This one was pretty straightforward. Bakugou’s burning passion and bold personality suit the fire and fighting types in terms of appearance and figuratively. First is Primeape, who I own in a couple games and have named Bakugou when I realized how much it suits him?? He’s very spirited and angry and his hair is fluffy; it’s a perfect match. Next, some fanart of a pokemon x bnha crossover made me realize how much Typloshion’s design resembles Bakugou’s hero costume and vibe so I add. Blaziken is an excellent fire type, and its dual typing brings some edge. Magmortar’s arms remind me of Bakugou’s gauntlets. Incineroar is pretty self explanatory, and Talonflame just added a good variety. I didn’t want to just add all the mainstream fire types so I thought Talonflame gave a nice unexpected edge to the team. 

Shouto Todoroki

I knew I wanted to have both Ninetales on Todoroki’s team, because not doing so was just unthinkable. Alolan Sandslash I’m kind of iffy on, because it seems too obvious, but I do think it really suits Todoroki and his icewall tendencies. Volcarona was chosen because I didn’ t want to choose another obvious fire choice and because its typing adds variety (plus its design incorporates some blue and white). Weavile is a fast and strong pokemon with an interesting typing, and kind of suits that edginess of Shouto’ s character. Lastly, I was having trouble because I gave Bakugou so many great fire types, but thought Delphox suited Todoroki and had a good dual typing. Also, this was unintentional, but I like that the first three are all light colored while the latter three are all dark/bright despite being of both types on each side - I think that also really suits Todoroki.

Kyoka Jiro

I’m not the most confident about Jiro’s team, but I did have a concept going in. I wanted her pokemon to have sound moves, and/or suit her aesthetic. Exploud is one of the pokemon I’m convinced she should have. I know her quirk isn’t present Mic’s, but she’s also a rocker, so while really intense sound can damage her ears, she’s used to louder than average volume. Next, I really wanted a pokemon with sing on her team, but jigglypuff/wigglytuff was taken and doesn’t suit her at all. Because of that, and perish song, I thought Lapras was a solid choice that also adds variety (I know I’ve said this a lot but it matters when building teams, trust me!). With Audino, you might be thinking, how does it fit in when jigglypuff/clefairy/etc don’t? First of all, the little curls hanging off of its ears are very similar to Jiro’s earphone jacks and it’s called the Hearing pokemon. It also has moves like Mega Voice, and its shiny is purple (plus, we know Jiro has a soft, caring side and Audino does well to represent that). Next is Electrode, who I added mostly because of its typing and ability to use screech but it’s not the most compelling choice. Noivern is probably obvious, but it has the sound and aesthetic elements so it’s perfect. Lastly, Toxtricity - that one’s also obvious.

Tsuyu Asui

This one was very fun to make! The frog pokemon are obviously nods to Tsu’s quirk. Politoed was the first pokemon I knew had to be on her team because it’s a cute frog like her. Poliwrath is a dual type that is very strong. Sealeo is inspired by her internship work. Greninja’s dark typing makes the team more interesting and it of course suits the team concept. Ludicolo was originally gonna be Lombre, because the lily pad resemblance was more obvious, but Ludicolo is stronger and I think Tsu would appreciate its dancing as cute. And Lickitung, of course, has a long tongue like Tsu, and is the only non-water type. 

Tenya Iida

Finally, Iida’s team! You can see that I really prioritized speed for his pokemon. I couldn’t just give him the top 6 fastest pokemon because that would have included legendaries/mythicals and I didn’t want anyone to have one on their team. So I gave him several very fast pokemon. Ninjask and Swellow speak for themselves. Bisharp is not as fast, but it has a unique typing and its appearance bears some resemblance to Iida’s hero costume concept. I know I used electrode again, but I was struggling to think of a really quick pokemon that also suited Iida, so it’s subject to change. Skarmory is fast, and it has his hero costume’s vibe. Finally, Linoone isn’t quite as fast, but it does have the move extreme speed and the ability quick feet. Plus it helps balance out the team a bit.

[inkslingerharry]

Loved - Part 1

Description: Y/N and Harry have been acting sexually around each other for a while, but Harry takes it a step further with a phone call. SMUT

Word Count: 1,950

(a/n - i was writing in the second pov but changed to third pov like halfway through so if something is messed up, i’m sorry)

She was sitting on her couch half-heartedly watching a show on Netflix, covered in a blanket. She wasn’t planning on staying up this late, but she was so close to finishing this season, she just had to stay awake for a while longer. Just as she felt her eyelids become droopy, her phone lit up next to her, vibrating. Picking it up, she noticed it was nearly midnight. She also noticed Harry’s name at the top of the screen.

“Hey, why are you calling so late?” she immediately asked when she answered the call, rubbing her eyes to wake herself up a bit.

“Y/N,” was all he said in one breathy whisper.

She sat still for a second, confusion wrapping around her. “Is everything alright, Harry?”

“I,” he paused, and she could hear some movements. “I need you.”

“Oh,” was all she could muster up. “I can be over in half an hour?”

Shit. She immediately felt herself become warm. Harry was by no means her boyfriend, but they had both given off vibes of wanting to fuck each other; Harry was just the brave one taking the first step with this phone call. Nothing was ever done, just lingering touches and long stares.

“No, I won’t last that long.”

“Fuck,” she murmured to herself, although she’s sure Harry heard it based on the small moan he let out.

“What do you want me to do?” she asked.

“Just talk to me, s’all.”

“Like, dirty talk? Over the phone?”

“Anything, Y/N, please.”

“Okay. I really want to see you right now. I want to see what you’re doing to yourself. What are you doing to yourself, Harry?”

“I’m touching m’self, thinking about you, wishing you were here. Wishing you were touching me.”

She bit her lip and closed her eyes, thinking of Harry in his bed in the darkness of his room, the only light being the moonlight washing the floor and bed sheets with a hazy blue. His hands running over his body, craving her.

“I wish I were touching you, too. I want you so bad, Harry,” she whispered the end part.

“Fuck, Y/N,” she heard on the other end. Harry sucked in his breath before quick breaths spilled out of him. She could tell Harry came, and she felt bad because she thought that she’d barely gotten started. He wasn’t lying when he said half an hour was too long.

There was silence for a few seconds before Harry spoke. “I’m sorry if this was… odd.”

“No, no, it was fine.”

“Well, I guess I’ll see you sometime soon then, I hope.”

“Yeah, I’ll see you soon,” she responded, ending the call. She stared at the phone for a little while longer before breaking into a smile, leaning back so she was laying on her couch, giving a few small laughs.

She thought through this memory as she drove over to Harry’s house only a few days later. He invited her over to watch some new movies he bought. She agreed immediately, just craving to see Harry was overwhelming.

Arriving at Harry’s house, she rang the doorbell several times, an action that both her and Harry did just to annoy each other. Harry opened the door hurriedly, a smile over his face.

“God, why did I ever start that?” he laughed.

“Because you’re an idiot. What kind of pasta did you make?” she asked as she walked inside his house, yanking off her shoes.

“I only made spaghetti, don’t get your hopes up.”

She shook her head playfully, heading into the kitchen. “How long until it’s done?”

“It is done. You took like, 4 years driving over here.”

“Oh, whatever! I take the perfect amount of time to drive here, you’re just impatient.”

“Yes, I am,” he said boldly.

She made eye contact with him, holding it for far too long, wondering if she should bring up what he did a few nights ago.

Harry coughed, reaching for a plate on the counter in front of him, holding it out to her. “Here’s your plate.”

She accepted it, scooping herself some spaghetti and heading for the living room.

“Oh, that TV is broken. We’ll need to use the one in my room,” Harry said as he turned around with his own plate of pasta.

Once in Harry’s room, he flipped on the light and walked over to the TV to grab a remote and stack of movies.

“Is this where you jerked off to me the other night?” she asked, motioning toward the bed, gaining courage.

Harry let a small breath escape him, nearly dropping his plate onto the carpet. “I- um. Well, yes, I did.” His neck had gained a slight red tint.

“Nice,” she laughed, sitting on the bed as she made herself comfortable. “Hopefully you’ve cleaned it since then.”

“Duh, Y/N, I’m not nasty.”

She raised her eyebrows and smiled.

Within two hours, the movie and the pasta were finished, and they were now leaning back against the headboard and talking with each other.

“Kinks are very personal, Harry, you can’t just make me tell you.”

Of course, it’s sexual, something her and Harry couldn’t get enough of yet it always felt like they were dancing on eggshells around the topic.

“Please, I really want to know. It’ll help next time I call you.”

“Speaking of which, were you expecting me to come over here for a fuck?”

“No, as I said, you wouldn’t have gotten here fast enough. I was well aware of that. Now, stop changing the subject. I know you have a kink. Your eyes say you have so many,” Harry joked.

She scoffed, rolling her eyes. “I wouldn’t say it’s a kink, but there is this one thing that turns me on when I think about doing it.”

Harry stayed silent, instead choosing to look at her more intensely, waiting for her answer.

She sighed and brought her hand up to her face. “I do happen to like…  the idea of sitting between a guy’s legs, and he happens to be playing with my homegirl, ya know? Like, I’m leaning against his chest and my legs are wide open.”

Harry chuckled at her word choice. “You want to try it?”

She widened her eyes. “What? Now?”

Harry shrugged. “Yeah, sure.”

She looked at Harry for a couple of long seconds, keeping hard eye contact with him. She thought out her options; her and Harry were both clearly into each other, there was no hiding that. And she was wearing her nice underwear just in case something happened. What was the downside to this? It’s not like it would ruin her friendship with Harry, he was obviously into it.

With a heavy sigh, she nodded her head. “Okay. Sure.”

In a matter of minutes, she was sitting between Harry’s legs, her pants and underwear gone. She wasn’t quite comfortable with her top off, but Harry was understanding of that. Her legs were clamped shut in nervousness, and she was thankful she wore a fairly large, black, fluffy sweater. She could feel Harry’s chest rise and fall as he breathed excitedly, his member pressing into her lower back.

“I want you to just relax,” Harry said, pulling her back so she was fully leaning on his front and her head was next to his.

“Are you sure you want to do this? You seem quite nervous.”

She hesitated, looking at her and Harry’s faint reflections in the black screen of the TV across the room. She could see him looking at her intently with his hand on her side, rubbing circles.

“I’m sure,” she nodded, letting a heavy breath go.

She slowly opened her legs and felt her body relax against Harry’s. He glanced down at her as his hand slowly made its way to her heat. He started slow, rubbing in slow circles. She bit down on her lip softly, waiting for Harry to speed up. He dipped his fingers lower, spreading her.

“You’re already so wet,” he chuckled. She didn’t say anything, she could only grab the bed sheets on either side of her. Harry started kissing her exposed neck as he slipped in a single finger, causing her to arch her back slightly and give off a moan.

“You like that, baby?”

The use of a pet name only increased her desire. She nodded and whined as Harry slid in another finger, pumping in and out while hitting her clit with his palm every so often. He started going faster, making Y/N’s thighs start to shake.

“I’m close, Harry,” she sighed, throwing her head back onto his shoulder.

“Not yet,” he stated, attaching his lips to her jaw as he slid his fingers out, bringing them up and sucking on them briefly.

“What?” Y/N asked, looking at Harry with her eyelids almost closed.

“Not yet, baby.”

She was confused, why didn’t he let her cum? She was already so close, a few more thrusts of his long fingers and she would’ve been gone. Just as she was coming down, Harry resumed his position, gliding his fingers in ever so slowly.

“You’re so wet, you hear that?” Harry asked, picking up the pace to prove his point. His other hand started sliding underneath her top. Goosebumps rose on her skin as he pulled up her top, exposing one of her breasts. She was moaning his name and curse words as he played with her nipple as well as sped up and slowed down his movements between her folds.

He grabbed the other side of her top across her body, pulling up so her other breast fell from the restraint of her sweater.

“You’re so beautiful,” Harry whispered as Y/N arched her back and brought up her hand to grab onto Harry’s hair.

“Harry, I-” she exclaimed, moaning. Her thighs started to close, but Harry brought his legs up, refusing to let her stop him now.

He slowed his movements, watching her squirm in front of him. A small whimper left her mouth. “Please, Harry, let me cum.”

She brought her head up, resting it against Harry’s.

“You want to cum, baby?” Harry asked, teasing her.

“Yes, H, please.”

He could hear the desperation in her voice as she stared at him, begging with her voice and eyes to allow her the release. Harry started his movements up again, pumping his fingers in and out of her at a fast pace. He lifted his mouth to her ear, whispering obscene things.

“Cum for me, Y/N.”

With Harry’s voice guiding her, Y/N arched her back, sticking her breasts up into the air. Her moan filled the room right before she started calling out Harry’s name repeatedly, gasping for air. Even Harry started breathing heavily just watching her call out for him. His movements came to a halt as she came down from her high, resting against him.

Slipping his fingers out, Harry pulled down Y/N’s top and untangled his legs from hers. Both of them were covered in sweat. Y/N wiped her forehead.

“Uh, thanks for that. It was actually really needed,” Y/N said, still relying on Harry’s body.

“It was my pleasure,” Harry smiled, rubbing his hands up and down her arms.

“You are spending the night, right?” he asked.

“I wasn’t planning on it, but I can.”

“I’d love it if you did. I was actually wondering if you could help me with a big, hard problem,” he grinned wider, motioning to the part of his body that was still pressed up against Y/N’s backside.

She laughed, patting Harry’s thigh. “I think I can work something out.”

[jamiekturner]

Best free fonts for logos – 72 modern and creative typefaces

When involved in a branding project, the priority task is to choose the best logo fonts possible to obtain an impressive result.

Good logo fonts work in favor of the brand’s identity, and they ought to be both original and legible to distinguish it in any situation.

When choosing good fonts for logos, you should do so with the company’s personality in mind, making sure that you’ve designed something that will last, and that will be practically applicable to represent it in any occasion.

In the best scenario, you client will receive something that is unique (or at least correctly licensed), and enriched with strong fonts people would remember at first sight.

A smart course of action for all designers is to look at free logo fonts and modern typefaces, as those are usually available for commercial use, and do even for startups with limited budgets.

The importance of fonts for designers

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More often than rare, it is the font that sets the tone of the entire project, and the element that influences the most how viewers feel about the design and how they interact with it. It is the same as if you showed up on an official dinner wearing sweatpants – people will instantly judge who you are based on your appearance.

Building a design career, you can’t afford the luxury of making wrong assumptions on what your clients need or what their brand represents. Such mistakes are no longer excusable, as clients know how important it is not to distract viewers from the original message they’re trying to send.

How to choose cool logo fonts

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The first thing to make sure of is whether the font you’re considering is matching the message your design has to convey. Noting down all important characteristics of your client’s brand is the logical and compulsory precursor of either downloading or buying whatever font you like.

While there are many contemporary fonts designer communities suggest, the rule of thumb says what works well for other won’t always work that good for you.

Basically, what we’re trying to say here is that the best fonts for logos are the ones that match their blueprints, and set the right mood to match their client’s personality.

Sometimes those will be casual, other times serious, but in all cases end viewers should see the exact same thing you’re trying to tell them.

Image source: Alexander Tsanev

If the font looks or feels disconnected from the brand, visually it won’t make any sense to the company’s prospective clients.

That’s not exactly the reason why you were hired, so instead of falling for modern fonts and fun choices, put personal preferences away, and ask the client what he expects. More importantly, get ready to accept that your idea of stylish and appropriate may not be a match.

If you get lost in a sea of creative fonts and have no idea how to proceed (odds are good it will happen), stop and think for a while: Does the font correspond to the purpose of your project? If it does, you’ve found yourself a winner.

The classic dilemma: Serif or sans serif?

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There are two broad groups of fonts to consider: serifs and sans serifs. Both groups offer modern fonts for logos, with the difference that serifs look more official and traditional, with few additional lines attached to the letters.

The most frequently used serif font is Times New Roman. On the sans serif side, choices are flourish-free and look way more modern, as for instance Helvetica.

Obviously, you still get to abandon the classic categorization and look for something more decorative, but that’s not exactly the best practice in regular branding.

Instead of undertaking risky experiments, you should consider some of the serifs and sans serifs to give your logo a more traditional or modern vibe.

Choose a font that matches the brand

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Back in the Gutenberg era, printing letters in different shapes and sizes had little to do with the characteristics or personality of a business, but that’s no longer the case. Today, designers have much more to think about than making content legible, as the audience craves quality instead of quantity.

Despite of how much design has evolved, and how much attention companies are devoting to branding considerations, Gutenberg’s 15th century philosophy remains unchanged: The font you’ve chosen to convey a message must make that message accessible.

By this, we mean that you have to choose fonts that people find easy to read, and such that help them establish a connection with you and understand your services – if you’re designing for an investment brokerage or a firm offering legal assistance, the font should be nowhere close to a curlicue or clunky one.

Measuring brand-appropriateness is not an easy task, but neither an impossible one. There will be a suitable logo type depending on the business or the occasion – had the logo amplified the brand and conveyed the message it was supposed to, the goal will be achieved. At the end of the day, all that will matter is whether viewers understood your goal with it.

Pick a font that will last

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We all remember how cute ‘70s disco fonts were, and how they reminded us of balloon animals. Nevertheless, it is quite rare to see a logo like that nowadays, as trends fade, and design changes. Your font, in short, should resist time.

How can you know that a font will last? To start with, avoid font styles everyone goes crazy for from scratch, and go for something that may not be the hottest trend of the season, but still manages to stand out from the crowd.

Legibility comes first

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The market is packed with creative fonts that look amazing at first sight, but you should give ornamentation a second thought. Overdone font design is rarely the best one available, as it ends up being unreadable instead of helping the brand liven up. A smarter idea is to go for a font where spacing is appropriate, and letters are easy to read and to distinguish from each other.

Best fonts for logos

Butler

Butler is a free serif typeface inspired by a mix between both Dala Floda & the amazing Bodoni family. The main goal was to bring a bit of modernism to serif fonts by working on the curves of classical serif fonts and adding an extra stencil family.

Great for posters, very big titles, books & fancy stuff, the highly contrasted butler typeface is pleased to be at your service.

The whole Butler family contains a total of 334 characters, 7 regular weights and 7 stencil weights, text figures, ligatures, fractions and a lot more. It also suits many different languages with its added glyphs.

Arciform

A geometric sans serif typeface with rounds and a light and fluffy feel.

Cinzel

Cinzel is a typeface inspired in first century roman inscriptions and based on classical proportions. However it’s not a simple revivalism. While it conveys all the ancient history of the latin alphabet it also merges a contemporary feel onto it.

This typeface was primarily designed for screen, so while it has a large contrast I ensured that the font would work on a screen.

Cinzel was commissioned by Google Fonts for its web font library, this also means that the font is available at no cost.

Beaver Typeface

Bebas Neue

Bebas Neue is a sans serif font family based on the original Bebas Neue free font by Ryoichi Tsunekawa. It has grown in popularity and become something like the “Helvetica of the free fonts”.

Now the family has four new members – Thin, Light, Book, and Regular – added by Fontfabric Type Foundry.

The new weights stay true to the style and grace of Bebas with the familiar clean lines, elegant shapes, a blend of technical straightforwardness and simple warmth which make it uniformly proper for web, print, commerce and art.

Trocchi

‘Trocchi’ is a design derived from a number of old faces from the English typecutter Vincent Figgins (1766-1844) including Nebiolo’s ‘Egiziano’, and Caslon & Co’s ‘Antique No.4′ and ‘Ionic No.2′.

Trocchi derives from these earlier designs to produce a more casual slab serif. Trocchi is designed for use both as text and display type. The font is named after the Scottish novelist Alexander Trocchi.

Glober free font

The Glober font family includes 18 weights – nine uprights with nine italics. It is characterized by excellent legibility in both – web & print design areas, well-finished geometric designs, optimized kerning, excellent web-font performance and legibility etc.

Inspired by the classic grotesque typefaces – Glober has his own unique style in expressed perfect softened geometric forms.

The font family is most suitable for headlines of all sizes, as well as for text blocks that come in both maximum and minimum variations. Glober font styles are applicable for any type of graphic design in web, print, motion graphics etc and perfect for t-shirts and other items like posters, logos.

Norwester

A condensed geometric sans serif with uppercase, small caps, numbers & an assortment of symbols. By Jamie Wilson.

Choplin Free Font

Choplin is a modern and clear geometric slab serif with a sturdy heart.

It was designed based on the Campton Family, with the same principles in mind: geometry, simplicity and neutrality. As a consequence, Choplin could be seen as an immediate companion to the Campton Family.

However, during the process lots of details were changed in order to sharpen the slab serif character which resulted in a slightly different interpretation.

Similar to Campton, it is perfectly suited for graphic design applications ranging from editorial, corporate, web, interaction to product design. In addition, it has an extended range of alternative glyphs, ligatures and OpenType features which provide flexibility and uniqueness wherever it is placed.

BONN

BONN is currently available in 3 weights and free to download. This typeface is ideal for logotypes, headings or posters – in general for a big use.

League Spartan

A new classic, this is a bold, modern, geometric sans-serif that has no problem kicking its enemies in the chest.

Taking a strong influence from ATF’s classic Spartan family, we’re starting our own family out with a single strong weight. We’ve put a few unique touches into a beautiful, historical typeface, and made sure to include an extensive characterset – currently totaling over 300 glyphs.

Campton

Campton is an unconventional typeface based on the early twentieth century sans serifs. Its character draws inspiration from Gill Sans and Johnston Sans while combining it with contemporary elements.

The result is a modern and unorthodox family that is perfectly suited for graphic design application ranging from editorial and corporate design to web and interaction design. Campton comes in nine weights with matching italics and is equipped with a wide range of opentype features.

Bitter HT

WalkOn

“Walk-On” was originally created as a corporate typeface for the Fashion brand Wang & Lynch.

It takes its inspiration from the eras of Art Deco and Art Nouveau but with a radically contemporary approach. This retro font boasts simple shapes and reduced ornamental structures, yet still yielding an overall art deco -influenced look and feel.

Ideal for headlines, Walk-On can also be utilized for editorial copy due to a vast array of alternate letterforms, numerals, and initials, giving the user multiple options for flexible and exciting text design.

Aller

BONKERS

Corbert

A condensed sans serif designed as an additional companion to the Corbert font family. Incorporating the key characteristics from the original family with influences drawn strongly from the Bauhaus and modernist era.

This condensed version is 15% closer than the normal family improving economy of space across design layouts. Used in conjunction with the regular widths Corbert becomes a functional and versatile font system ideally suited for large complex design projects.

Details include 540 characters with alternative lowercase a, e and g, 5 variations of numerals, manually edited kerning and Opentype features.

POIRET

A fresh decorative geometric grotesque with a hint of Art Deco and constructivism. Poiret One is a unique typeface with light forms and pure elegance.

Sleek and simple. Based on geometric forms, it has stylish lines and graceful curves. The font is applicable for large signs, labels, titles, headlines and any type of graphic design on the web, in motion graphics, or in print – from t-shirts to posters and logos. It is also well-suited for short texts and advertising where style is desired.

Signika

Aileron

SIMPLIFICA Typeface

SIMPLIFICA Typeface is a slightly condensed sans-serif typeface featured by an uniform and thin line width. Its high positioned capsheight and ascender favours legibility. A fine, simple and clear font.

Ostrich Sans

A gorgeous modern sans-serif with a very long neck. With a whole slew of styles & weights.

RBNo2 free font

RBNo2 is a new gothic sans serif font designed by Rene Bieder for Fontfabric.

It is inspired by late 19th century industrial fonts with german roots regarding straightness and geometry. Combined with other sans serifs, slab serifs and serif fonts it catches the eye when used in headlines and short copy texts.

Additonally to the regular styles the alternate versions will turn the font into a perfect partner for modern, technical and contemporary impressions as well as high quality, luxury and timeless environments.

Cast Iron

Economica STD

It was inspired by saving space for publishing texts without loss of height. Includes a comprehensive set of characters that lets you deal with diverse languages in its four variants.

Economica Pro is a font especially developed for printing in complex situations. It has been tested successfully for use in very small sizes without losing legibility. Its ink traps ensure smooth operation even on low quality papers. It is an ideal font for newspapers.

Sansus Webissimo

Sansus Webissimo is a custom typeface for DesignContest.com Contemporary open grotesque with wide number of characters that covers Basic Latin, major Latin diacritics and Cyrillic.

Canter free font

Canter is an all caps, condensed typeface available in six different weights. It was designed as a display type for titles, headlines, and posters.

MANIFESTO

Hapna

Hapna is a contemporary monospaced serif font with geometric and rational characteristics. It is the first step in the font family development, that will include display and text weights. It’s key features are 241 characters with alternative uppercase K and opentype features.

Gafata STD

Gafata is a font designed for small sizes in medium-long text, mixing elegance and readability which is why it has great applicability in books, magazines and web pages.

In the process of finding the finest legibility, particular features emerged making this whimsical sans serif different from the rest, creating an original mark to the text its applied to.

Webnar

Webnar is a modern geometric sans serif font family of 7 weights, including italics, created with information and technology in mind. It is a functional, versatile and highly legible typeface designed to perform well in print and on screen.

Webnar features a variety of alternative characters, including a set of geometrically constructed glyphs, inspired by Paul Renner’s original experimental design for Futura.

They are perfectly suited for creating punchy and memorable headlines. Details include italics, 541 characters, extended Cyrillic, softened edges, carefully placed ink traps, manually edited kerning and Opentype features.

Rambla Alt STD

Rambla Alt is a variation of Rambla, which has certain modifications without altering its main structure.

For this reason Rambla Alt is great when used together with Rambla. Rambla Alt is a humanist sans for medium-long texts. It’s slightly condensed, with a generous x-height and short ascender/descenders.

Its proportions have the objective of gaining space in height and width. It’s elegant in large sizes and legible at the same time, with a lot of rhythm in small sizes.

Certa Sans

Fenix STD

Fenix is a serif typeface designed for display and long texts, its foundations are based in calligraphy, with strong serifs and rough strokes. Its proportions seek to gain space in height and width. Fénix is elegant at large sizes and legible at the same time, with a lot of rhythm in small sizes.

Seshat

Sansation

Hipstelvetica

Hipstelvetica is an experimental display font family. It was created as a personal project Inspired by the legendary helvetica design.

Kaine

A bold slab-serif typeface influenced by Spagetti Western posters of the 1960’s.

Reckoner

Drawing inspiration from popular industrial sans serif typefaces such as Bebas Neue, Alegre Sans & Dharma Gothic, I set out to design a typeface with a modern twist whilst keeping the fundamentals of a traditional font.

The result is “Reckoner”, a free for commercial/personal use typeface that features a secondary set of characters in the lowercase setting that can be placed in your designs to add a unique touch to certain words.

Marta free font

Marta. Eclectic, accidental-text font with wedge serifs. 3 inscription: normal, bold and italic vertically.

Ornamental and expressive cursive version, can use return as a separate font. Font includes the Old Calendar figures, ligatures, ordinals, and alternative forms of signs, thus extending the possibilities of typography. Extended Cyrillic and Latin. Contains over 650 glyphs.

Forum

Antiqua with classic “Roman” proportions. In combination his direct and rounded lines seen principles of classical architecture – vertical climbing pilasters, semi-circular arch, a horizontal cornices. It is intended for titles and headlines but can be used to set body texts too. Extended Latin and Cyrillic.

Hallo sans

Kraftstoff Typeface

Gidole

League Gothic

League Gothic is a revival of an old classic, and one of our favorite typefaces, Alternate Gothic No.1. It was originally designed by Morris Fuller Benton for the American Type Founders Company (ATF) in 1903.

The company went bankrupt in 1993. And since the original typeface was created before 1923, the typeface is in the public domain.

Farray

Overpass

Nougatine

Nougatine is a titling font inspired by the smell of freshly baked cookies. Delivered with 380 glyphs, many ligatures and a panel of alternative letters, it brings to you the power of making better combinations.

Planer Regular

A modern rounded typeface combining humanist elements with a strong geometric grid. The result is a font that can produce striking visuals at large scale and clean line legibility at text size. Details include 7 weights, a complete character set, manually edited kerning and Euro symbol.

Proza

Aero Matics

Gandhi sans

Eligible

AXIS Typeface

Medio

Penna

Dallea

A narrow slab serif typeface, consisting of Caps, Small Caps, Numerals and Punctuation. With every character fitting inside a rectangular frame, the spaces between each letter are defined and consistent.

Ledger Regular

The austere and concise personality and flexibility make it a real multiple-purpose typeface. The letter forms are distinguished by a large x-height, sufficient stroke contrast, robust but elegant wedge-like serifs and terminals.

These features have been specially designed to reach maximum of readability. Suitable for use in corporate ID, advertising and display typography.

Corbert Regular

A geometric sans serif typeface influenced by Bauhaus and the early modernist era. Precise circles are optically adjusted to create a clear, natural typeface with great legibility. Details include 540 characters with alternative lowercase a, e and g, 5 variations of numerals, manually edited kerning and Opentype features.

FV Almelo

FV Almelo is an all caps condensed rounded free font ideal for logo design, packaging, headline or editorial design. The capitals are the standard glyphs, if a character has an alternative you’ll find it using lower case. Because of its nod to the past I named it Almelo, city where I was born.

Cassannet Plus

Tienne

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