#for god's sake. just find some new talent

[watchmakermori]

bro how are we still casting white men to play heathcliff in 2024

[drama-trauma]

Yandere nerd

Part two of the anti-social nerd. Kind of. This is more of a what went behind the scenes. Sorry for the wait. Hope you'll enjoy.

Warnings: Manipulation,yandere,drugs,more suggestive rather than smut, cheating and student-teacher relationship(minor characters), blackmailing, stalking, reader's too horny.

You've been a mess as far as you remember. Always seeking fun instead of abiding to obligations. None of your relationships lasted long. I mean, you only wanted some long, thick dick! You didn't want to act all lovey dovey with them. Just fuck you full of hot, thick sperm and leave! Was it that hard?

Your parents realised their mistake in raising you. They wanted you to be a lawyer or a doctor, not a whore for fuck's sake!So you get send to a new school, one well known for it's multi talented prodigies.

That's where you met the love of your life. To be honest, the best dick of your life.When the teacher placed you next to a weirdo,at first you didn't think much of it.You came here to get dicked down, not bother about which wacko is sitting next to you!You went around getting fucked by both juniors and seniors alike. Living the best time of your life with your favourite companion - dick. Hell, you could prepare a chart on all the dicks you saw so far - thick ones, long ones, small ones, average ones and more. Among all the dicks only a couple stood out in their size or shape.You could remember the way your body took it in but not the names of their owners.

And that's when it happened. You were running laps in p.e class, when it started raining heavily. Upon entering back to the gym room, you notice it. The p.e uniform clinging to that wacko seatmate of yours. His nipples were a nice shade of pink- hardened by the chilly atmosphere.And there was a prominent outline of his dick through the wet pants.That was when you sweared to yourself “I have to cum atleast once on this dick”.

From then on began your attempts to get closer to the wacko. Kian was his name. It wasn't difficult finding out since he was more or less of a teacher's pet. Always answering to every single question.Always paying attention in class. Hell, why couldn't he pay attention to you? You were the most good looking person in that class. Others would die for a chance to be in your hole but this guy was more interested in solving sin and cos! If only he knew how much your hole was twitching around empty air at the thought of his dick!

You came to the realisation that if you don't take the initiative then your dream of getting fucked by that dick will remain a dream. So you started making small conversations - something about classes and favourites and what not. Only to be polite. You can't just go upto someone and ask to be fucked. It was only polite to get to know each other. Just enough so that when he sees your favourite colour, he gets hard at the thought of you clad in it , screaming and creaming.

It was cute how Kian stuttered when he talked to you. That's what you would've said if it wasn't for his bulked up body. No one talked to him much. Who wants to even talk to a bookworm? If it wasn't for dick, then you would've ignored him too. But God,it made things easier. You only wanted his dick at first. But now he was getting pretty damn adorable with his attempts at getting to know you more.The way he beat around the bush when he was nervous, the heavy blush coating his face on a teasing comment, the way he squirmed in his seat when you got a bit close - God fucking damnit, it was adorable .

You don't know how but from a point onwards you looked forward to seeing him - not a glimpse of his dick but him. Was it the way he looked at you dreamily? Was it the way you were the only friend that he had?Was it the way his entire world revolved around you?Was it the way you were his entire world?You don't know. But one thing, you knew was that it was addictive. It was consuming. It was love.

You wanted him to make the first move towards your relationship. But ofcourse, he just had to be dense. That's fine, you'll help him out.Changing out of your pe uniform extra slow - tantalizingly, dropping pens more often and picking them up while bending more than needed with pushing up your ass temptingly, accidentally dropping water on your chest to put your hardened nipples on display and what not. He was an idiot when it came to romance. But he was your idiot.

You could easily tell the effect it had on him. His boners couldn't be hidden - not with that size.He wasn't really good at stalking. Kian made his presence obvious despite all his efforts at going unnoticed. The way his footsteps sounded when he was following you, the shutter of the camera going off, the heavy breaths he inhaled while you were taking a shower - you could sense his presence easily.

Kian was not good at being possessive either. He couldn't find the courage to butt in when you conversed with others. He was too scared to touch you. He seemed content just being by your side. But hell, you knew better. You knew about the way he jerked off in one of the school bathroom stalls after you got a bit too close with him. You knew about the questionable pictures being taken.You knew about the predatory glimpse in his eyes at times. You knew that he wanted nothing more than to have you all to himself. You knew everything.For a nerd, he sure was dumb as fuck.

The day your English professor decided to give you a group project was the luckiest day of your life.You and Kian were not in the same group but that could be arranged. After class, you stayed back. You managed to convince the professor to pair you up together. With an excuse of how he would let his teammate walk all over him and how he would have to do all the work, him having trouble getting along with others and what not . At first, the professor wasn't too keen on letting it happen. But at the mention of letting his pregnant wife know of his cheating, he quickly complied. Cheating on his wife was one thing, cheating on his pregnant wife was even worse and the worst thing? The fact that he cheated on her with one of his students.

Next class, you and Kian got paired together. He seemed happy. He wanted to do the project at your house, but you denied it saying that your parents were home and they don't like having people over or something. He believed it and offered to go to a cafe. Why couldn't this dense fuck understand that you wanted to go to his house? Stupid bitch. You brought up the idea of doing it at his place. He seemed nervous - about the “secret photos” he took maybe. Did he have it posted on his bedroom wall? Did he wake up to your picture? Did he end his day after staring at it? Did he jerk off to it? Fuck, curiosity killed the cat.

After a while of contemplation and convincing, he finally relented. You would be at his house in three days. The project was only due in two weeks. There was plenty of time.

Day 1 - you could see dust and smell a nasty scent on him. He must be cleaning his entire house inside out since you were coming over. Day 2 - you just so happened to tell him about how people nowadays fucked while drugged and how many of the students in your school preferred such things and how it seems crazy and what not. As long as you sow a seed, the fruit's bound to be ripe. Day 3- you tell him about how there's a guy selling stuff in your school.Students buy their stuff from him and at an affordable price. That night, you got a call from this so called "dealer", that Kian had bought the stuff from him. Good. You paid the dude pretty well to work this all out . Drugs going around in a prestigious school? Lies.But Kian fell for it and that's what matters.

Everyone has a secret that they'll take to their graves. And for you, what went behind the scenes will be that secret.

The day you went to his house, you had looked through the pictures he took of you. You were honestly so fucking horny after seeing them. You looked good. He sure knew how to work a camera.And the time where a needle was injected? You weren't a masochist but you could make adjustments.Waking up covered in cum? You must've looked like a masterpiece. Fuck, you wanted to be conscious for your first time together. You wanted to feel the pain and pleasure of having his dick enter your hole for the first time. You wanted to see him loosen you up. But it's alright. There'll surely be another chance. And you'll make sure to do it conscious then.When he walked in dressed in that robe? You could cum on the spot just at the sight.When he started fucking you again?For a virgin, he fucked real damn good. Just your style - fast ,deep and desperate.

Everyone has a secret that they'll take to their graves. And for you, what went behind the scenes will be that secret.

[ultravi0lence14]

From Eden

castiel x fairyfem!reader

1.7k | fluff

summary: as a wood nymph, you find yourself entangled with all sorts of hunters and supernatural creatures alike. although, you did have a better liking towards angels, especially ones in trench coats.

being a wood nymph wasn’t as easy as people assumed. for starters, you hated that people categorized you with the fairies. they were lovely creatures don’t get it wrong, but you were a whole other kind of species, and you too wanted to be appreciated for your own kind of talents.

secondly, being a mystical creature as is meant you had hunters and different kinds of curious creatures on your back. you weren’t a bad person, you just wanted some peace and quiet for gods sake. on the topic of hunters, sam and dean winchester were number one on your list of people who didn’t know how to give you some alone time.

those boys always needed help with something. whether it be your magical knack for research, or even something as small as dean wanting one of your yummy apple pies. they always called on you for help, and you were starting to think that moving from your forest cottage onto the road with them might be more beneficial.

then you would remember all of your forest friends, and the uncomfortable feeling of living out of the impala and motels. that idea went out of the window after that.

today was just like any other. you woke up, walked downstairs to make your chamomile tea, and sat down on your couch to switch between watching your favourite tv show and reading your favourite book. the day was going great, it was almost one in the afternoon and you felt at peace with how calming your day had been. nothing could’ve made it any worse.

your phone going off with the specific ringtone you made for dean had you sighing. of course you had to jinx yourself, no way he was calling you with good news. it wasn’t in the winchester brothers genetic makeup. he called to tell you that him and sam had a case near your home, and that they needed to see you so that they could catch you up on everything that has happened since you three last spoke.

waiting for the two men to get to your home, you grudgingly got up and went to your room so you could get ready. by the time you were done getting your clothes on, a loud knock was heard by the door, and you knew sam and dean were here to drop a load of awful information on you.

your sock covered feet padded across the floor as the wind from the door opening blew your long white dress back. sam and dean just smiled at you, moving into your home as you closed your front door and turned around so you could face the brothers awkwardly standing in your living room.

“you guys can sit down, your making me antsy.” with that you moved to the kitchen to make them both a cup of tea, fixing the bow in the back of your hair in the process.

when the tea was ready you sat across from sam and dean on the couch, all three of you going on to discuss the problem at hand over tea and cookies you’d made a couple days prior. they informed you on all the craziness happening now that lucifer was out of his cage, and you informed them on how you planned to stay as far away from that as possible.

mid conversation, you felt an added on presence into the room. turning around, the sight of castiel by your front door had your heart squeezing in your chest and a huge smile lighting up on your face.

looking over at the winchester boys, cas didn’t leave any room for silence before he spoke. “i found out what lucifer’s plan is, him and his army are going to– oof.” his sentence was abruptly cut short as you flung yourself into him, throwing your arms around his neck as your head went into his chest. “cas! you’re here!”

it was like sam and dean disappeared all together, for the feeling of cas hugging you back and kissing the side of your head had you feeling like you were the only people alive. “of course i’m here, tulip.” castiel spoke softly in your ear. the nickname that was born from your favourite flower had you going red in the face.

a loud cough was heard from behind you two, and as you turned around — arms still latched around castiel’s neck, you saw the unamused look on dean’s face and the slightly disgusted one on sam’s. finally remembering that the brothers were still here, you unattached yourself from castiel, turning towards the two men with an awkward look on your face.

“can we get back to the problem at hand? or do you two plan on going to Y/N’s room to fuck? cause if so, sammy and i are going back to our motel.” dean’s words had a bright blush dusting your cheeks. it also didn’t help that cas’ arm found it’s way around your waist, and after dean’s words, his hand tightening ever so slightly on your stomach.

throwing one of your pillows at dean’s head, you quietly mumbled a small, ‘shut up dean’ before his laughter was heard throughout the entire house.

“if you don’t mind dean,” castiel’s voice came from behind you, sounding more hard and annoyed than before. “i’d like to continue our conversation about the devil himself being out into the world and causing immense suffering and damage.” that shut that older winchester up, and you couldn’t help but stick your tongue out at him when his eyes had met yours.

the three men continued with their conversation, your cheeks going red every time you felt cas’ arm tighten around your waist or his hand caress the front of your stomach. he always needed to be touching you in some way, rather it be holding your hand or simply touching pinkies, he didn’t care. castiel just wanted to know that you were there and you were safe.

their conversation didn’t go on for much longer, and after you bid both sam and dean goodbye, you closed the door and turned around to see your angelic boyfriend admiring the daisies you had on your coffee table.

you couldn’t help but stare at him, the slopes and plains of his face completely drawing you in. he truly was an angel, for his features and pure hurt could make flowers grow and birds sing.

walking up behind the angel, you wrapped your arms around his torso and rested your head on his back. castiel instantly softened, hands resting on the daisies petals as he allowed the comfort you provided him to sink into his pores.

after a long minute of basking in the peaceful silence, castiel turned around and gently grabbed your face, lifting it upwards so he could place a short and gentle kiss on your lips.

when you pulled away, he looked beyond you into the backyard of your cottage, blue eyes turning brighter as the rays of sun hit his face. “it’s a beautiful day, my love. how about we go outside and tend to your garden?”

your garden was one of the most important things in your life. the flowers that you looked over every single day, the ivy that found itself growing over the wooden arch you put at the entrance, and the array of animals that found themselves wandering around the premises.

wood nymphs protected forest’s. so after you decided to move into your own home, a garden was the next best thing you could think of watching over.

castiel loved joining you when it came to gardening. whether it was planting new flowers or helping any plants that needed heeling, cas was there. he even bought you both matching garden gloves for your anniversary.

grabbing castiel’s hand, you led the both of you outside and down the cobblestone path that when followed would grant access to your botanical wonderland.

you watched as castiel took off both his trench coat and suit jacket, rolling his dress shirts sleeves up so he wouldn’t get dirt all over them. the sun was shining bright above the both of you, and you were glad you decided to wear a breezy dress on such a beautiful day.

gardening with cas was peaceful. sometimes you wondered if there were things that he needed to be tending to in heaven. as of now, you wondered if the battle with lucifer needed his help and if gardening with you was such a great idea. he was an angel of the lord after all, and keeping him holed up in your garden wasn’t going to make the other angels happy.

castiel wanted to stay, he had told you so countless times. all of the stress and worry he had over the impending doom of lucifer’s arrival was starting to take a toll on him. what better way to destress than to watch and help his beautiful girlfriend tend to her flowers.

as you both finished up your gardening for the day, you suggested baking one of your pies. even though castiel couldn’t eat it — for all food tasted like molecules to him, he still enjoyed the smell that drifted through your home as you baked.

everything was just so simple. from the way he wiped dirt from your cheek, placing a feather light kiss to the same spot after he was done. walking up behind you and fixing the delicate bow in your hair as you rolled out the pie crust, cas continuing to stand behind you and caress your hair as he watched you work.

every couple of minutes, cas would lean in and nuzzle his face in your neck. feather light kisses being left in his wake as he muttered in your ear about how much he loved you. “you are the best thing to ever happen to me, honey.” his voice would melt into your heart like frosting on a cake, sweetening up your mind as the colour of cherries would dust your cheeks.

a forest fairy and an angel of the lord. who would’ve thought that such creatures would work well together. but you and cas were alive and you were living proof of it, relishing in your common interests yet clear differences.

spending your days doing simple tasks with cas always made you happy, and you were glad that today was one of those days.

[gallavichthings]

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FICS:

AITA?  (2,072)

AITA? My new clients (29M and 31M) threatened me and I want to fire them. I know that’s not official therapist speak. TLDR; I want to encourage them to have healthier boundaries and find a new therapist, but until then, what do I do?

Attitude adjustment (4,483)

Post-canon Ian and Mickey figure out some relationship issues. That includes insults, (play-)fighting, more insults, and orgasms. Or: Mickey is having an attitude. Thank god Ian knows exactly what to do.

Black Charcoal meets Fiery Red (1,838)

Ian poses in a life drawing class. A straight forward job, if not for the guy with the blue eyes who can't stop staring at him.

Carnival (3,136)

Ian and Mickey spend the evening at a carnival... "Ian locked the car’s door, and put his arms around Mickey’s shoulders, as they walked towards the carnival. He had brought the leaflet home a few days ago, wiggling the colorful sketch of a carousel and the outdated font under Mickey’s nose with some hopeful glee. Mickey had protested for habit sake, but had caved in pretty easily..."

Five Dates with Brad f*cking Pitt (4,269)

Sometimes things may not be what they seem. Especially when there are assholes around who add fuel to the fire just for the sake of a fucking joke.

Groceries (2,260)

A routine trip to the store turns into a trip down memory lane.

The Guardians (4,879)

3,000 years ago, they had to join forces to defeat an evil sorcerer. Now, the sorcerer was back, and more powerful than ever. Could they defeat him for good?

i'll find a new place to be from (5,947)

They stand in silence for a couple beats, unspoken words lingering above their heads. The cig in his hand has long burned out and Ian resists the temptation to light up another, and another. He feels his mouth open, and close, then open again–but nothing comes out. Time’s up. "See you inside, Red," Mickey finally says before pushing the door open, and Ian remembers how to breathe.

Infused Attraction (3,434)

Mickey has to receive Iron infusions. Ian is a student nurse who is assisting the other nurses with the infusion. Mickey is interested in the redhead. Ian is seemingly interested in him too. Let's see how it goes!

Italy (I Trust And Love You) (3,183)

"Ian closed his eyes and ran a hand through his damp hair. He sighed and straightened his shoulders. Took a deep breath, as if to steal himself for some monumental task, and walked off down the sidewalk. The rain made quick work of drenching him. Ian didn’t seem to notice. In the dirt beneath the tree, drawn in crude blocky letters made with the toe of his boot: I + M." OR A story mostly told through Debbie's eyes during world war two, as she worries for all her brothers, but particularly the one sent home much before the rest.

Jump To Recipe (5,977)

Hiring Mickey Milkovich - Freelance Photographer to shoot the photos for his food blog was the best move Ian’s ever made. Mickey’s a fantastic shot, plus he’s committed to the success of Ian’s blog. (He’s fucking hot, too. But that’s just an added bonus.) And the best thing about him, is that in all the ways he’s professional behind the camera, he’s refreshingly unprofessional to Ian’s face. Which means when he comes around, Ian always knows he’s in for a good laugh, intriguing conversation, and an ego boost - Mickey never shy about how much he loves Ian’s food when they dig in after the shoot. Ian’s made chocolate lava cake today. But when extra time leads to their at-home appointment going way off script - Mickey wanting to update Ian’s headshots, but with a twist - who will the spicier photos leave wanting more, the “housewife army” from his blog’s comment section, or Ian and Mickey?

A Lot (4,245)

What could have happened if Ian had told Mickey that he was worried about going to Mexico with him?

The man in the van (2,141)

“Suppose I should thank you for the compliment then,” Ian teases, smirking a little. The guy snorts. “Don’t mention it, Red. I just call ‘em like I see ‘em.” He proceeds to shamelessly check Ian out again, licking the corner of his mouth as he does. or Ian Gallagher wouldn't mind some excitement in his life. Enter one Mickey Milkovich, ready to oblige.

ole red (5,596)

Mickey is out of prison and walking the straight and narrow with help of his cheering section, P.O. Larry . It’s hard being tough in a pastel polo and dad shorts. Old Army is just a paycheck until he meets the assistant manager, Ian. Finally he figures out Ian was Mandy’s Ian from their teen years. Mickey is attracted to the redhead but is still closeted. Ian responds to Mickey lashing out by revealing he knows Mickey’s secret. Mickey decides to be brave and the reward , huge 😈

The Reason to Exist (4,851)

lieutenantcolonel [18:22]: can you stop stealing my loot lieutenantcolonel [18:22]: this team only needs 1 sharpshooter anyway 😐 mm1234567890 [18:23]: shut up u f** lieutenantcolonel [18:23]: WHAT

Red Hot (4,364)

Ian's workday has been shitty... but his afternoon might just be very different. Thanks to his favorite nephew and a certain mouthy and opinionated stall owner at the winter farmer's market.

A Salute Before We Sink (4,601)

The world will end tomorrow. Ian's only chance at survival is to earn a spot in an underground bunker. One man stands in his way.

Snowballs and Sneaking Out (2,441)

Mickey shows up to the Gallagher House in the middle of the night with a surprise for Ian.

So drunk on you (3,878)

"Then Mickey launches himself into quite a detailed account of the previous evening and there goes Ian’s sanity. He’s learned over the months to hone his selective hearing. That is, he’s not tuning Mickey out completely but he’s trained his brain to gloss over the facts that fall under the TMI category and focus on the highlights. Again, for the sake of his sanity. Because the thing is, he’s so gone on Mickey it’s actually embarrassing. And he’s been gone pretty much from the very beginning." Just another friends-to-lovers story.

Span the Distance, Bridge the Border (4,988)

Ian and Mickey are happy, living on the West Side and adjusting to life as husbands in their new apartment. Things are going well, really well, until one day Mickey’s brothers show up. And God only knows what they could possibly want.

weight of the world (3,360)

Mickey thought he was fucked for life and that he’d never see his mom again. Turns out he was wrong about both of those things.

Wonderful- a Gallavich Christmas Mini-fic (5,030)

In which Mickey learns the reason for the season or How the Mick gained Christmas.

AUTHORS:

Blodeuwedd

Calli_Writes

Captain_Jowl

energie_vie

Gallabitch73

gallawitch

Gembu

GrandSelfMythology

IanGalagher

JuliaKay

lingy910y

MissSnowwhitepink

mmmichyyy

My_Brain_Melted

NotHereNJ

Rayrayor

sam_writes_fics

Suzy_Queue

sweet_perversion

Sweetbee78

whatthebodygraspsnot

whatyouandihave

[laundrypause]

Ummm ummm ummmm ummmm UMMMMMMM

This is giving country boy from a small town who doesn't have many close friends because he has trust issues believing they all would leave him anyway. Instead his best friends are the animals on the farm he works for, befriends all the chickens and names them famous rappers like Ice Coop, LL Cool Lay, Snoop Chick, Eggnenim, Clucky Minaj, Henny Elliot etc. (he thinks-no, he knows he's funny) But Mr Hunter here harbours a secret (not really, a lot of people know). At night, when all the farm animals are asleep and his chores are done, he goes to town and performs at a local bar. And then comes along a certain someone who works for a record label. Oscar's boss needs a new artist, someone fresh, someone deep and if he doesn't get someone new quickly, then he's gonna be fired. So he ventures out to the country but unfortunately his car breaks down or something like that when it's literally close to ten at night, it's dark and he's supposed to be meeting with a potential artist in another state at 11 am the next morning. Wait, oh is that a bar? In walking distance? Maybe he could ask if there were any mechanic shops nearby that could help with their problem. Upon entering, he heard what he could only describe as euphonious. It was like he died and was outside heaven's gate hearing an angel sing. He tries to turn to the stage to see who this supposed angel is and oh.

Ohhhhhhh. He even looks like an angel. The fluorescent lights on his blondish hair makes it look like a halo. Oscar stays awhile, asks the bartender if they could call someone to tow his car and just sits down to enjoy the vie- uh umm voice yea voice.

Bla bla bla, they get to talking, Logan starts to trust Oscar, bla bla bla, they both confess bla bla bla they're in love your honor. Then Oscar brings up the prospect of Logan signing for a record label and obviously Logan's hesitant but he can trust Oscar right? So he goes along with Oscar's plan, follows him back to the city to yk go and audition for a record label that Oscar's apparently familiar with.

Logan meets Oscar's boss and bam, his boss reveals Oscar to be working for the record label and says something along the lines of looks like you're not losing your job today! The speed at which Logan's face falls. So Oscar was just using him to not get fired? Did he genuinely believe that he was talented or just wanted to save his own ass? Was everything, everything between them all fake? Their relationship or whatever this thing between them, the foundation, all lies. Logan walks out, Oscar tries to explain himself to him but Logan doesn't want to hear it. This, this is exactly why he doesn't trust people, he'll only get hurt in the end. And the one time, the one time he puts his trust in someone, they manage to betray him. It's pretty funny, hilarious even but he can't find it in himself to laugh.

Do they make up in the end though? Of course they do. Oscar doesn't want to have to choose between Logan and his job so of course he quits it and chooses Logan. He gets some flowers and some fishing gear-sometimes on Logan's days off, he'd go to the seaside and fish on his own (he's in love guys, get with the story)-and appears in front of Logan's doorstep. Now, Logan is pretty strong. Maybe not as strong as Oscar but he's pretty strong, he works at a farm for God's sake but when he opens his front door to see Oscar drenched from the rain… (oh yea it's raining did I forget to mention?) Lord, he's not your strongest soldier. He begrudgingly (lies, he would've dragged Oscar into the house) let's Oscar in, makes him use the shower to warm up and lends him his clothes while he makes him a hot chocolate. Even puts a bit of whipped cream (cuz he whipped wbk). It's kinda funny seeing Oscar in his clothes. Oscar's the same height as him but he's more buff, has broader shoulders. Logan let's Oscar explain bla bla bla, happy ending.

An alternative to Oscar appearing at Logan's house is Oscar knocking multiple times but getting no answer. Zilch. Obviously he thinks Logan is still mad at him and goes to run back into the dry, warm comfort of his car. Before he could do that though, he hears a car pull up and out comes Logan (with an umbrella. He actually cares about not getting sick from the rain). Huh, he probably should've noticed the lack of Logan's car in the driveway but he was too preoccupied with trying to find the right words to say. It was all for nothing though because seeing Logan again must have tripped the ‘be embarrassing’ button in him.

Out of all the things he could say, out of the bajillion words in the English language, he said hi.

HI??? HIII??? Hi-5 your face man. Wtf. Logan awkwardly replies, goes over to unlock his door and invites Oscar in. What happens next is the same as the previous.

Mr Sargeant tryna play coy, tucking that piece of hay behind his ear...

[eclecticqueennerd]

Confessions

Part 5

*language, violence, mention of p*rn, mentions of dr*gs, angst, smexual situations 18+ please*

Soldier Boys POV

He couldn’t give two shits about Butcher’s vendetta against Homelander. He didn’t need his help in settling the score against Payback, I’m the first goddamn supe. The only reason why he stuck around with the boys is because of y/n. He thought he was in love before with the Countess but boy was he wrong. Sure, the Countess was gorgeous and had talent, especially when her lips were wrapped around his cock, but deep-down Ben felt like she was only doing things for him out of fear, a fear he didn’t see in y/n. Y/n had every right to be afraid, he blew up her friend and almost killed her for god’s sake, that’s not my fault, it's whatever those fucking Russkies did to me. He also killed one of her friends, MM was it, family members, okay that was my fault I was so high I couldn’t see straight. To impress y/n that he’s a better man than Butcher, Ben apologized, even though deep down he didn’t really mean it.

Ben and y/n talk about some of the most random shit. She’d tell him jokes he didn’t quite understand but would chuckle at anyway. He’d talk about meeting celebrities that have long since died and which ones were dickheads. On the rare times they had an hour free, she’d explain what was happening in Game of Thrones, ‘Why didn’t the dumbass just zigzag?” “I KNOW RIGHT? Goddamn it Rickon!” She’d have him listen to different bands from various eras; Ben decided that he liked listening to Wanted Dead or Alive. They’d bond over their love for discovering new foods, however, nothing they find will ever replace his love for a double bacon cheeseburger with extra bacon.

The rest of the gang slowly warmed up to Ben once they realized how fast y/n trusted him. They understood that he was a man out of time, and he needed to be taught a few things about this day and age. What he can and can’t do, how to address men and especially women, how to work a smartphone, and how to access the internet. There was one time, okay several times, Ben stumbled across a porn website by ‘accident’ on y/n’s ipad. The loud moans on the video echoed in the living room and Ben had to remember how to turn the sound down. Is it this button? *screenshot*. Ben would continue to fumble around with the device until he decided to give up. He’ll figure it out one day, but right now he needed to crank it out.

Frenchie and Ben would talk about their favorite illicit substances, Hughie would ask some dumb fucking questions which would almost always end up with him being tongue lashed by Ben. Even MM found it acceptable to sit on the same side of the room as him, they still never interacted. The only one that appeared to have a problem with how close Ben was getting with everyone was Butcher. Ben didn’t care about that though, he can go fuck himself. Every time Butcher would try to tell Ben something shitty about y/n and how he should focus on the mission and Homelander, Ben would just go about his day and reply, “Takes a real broken man to try and bring down a woman at the top of her game.”

But after all that, Ben’s favorite thing was going on missions with y/n and watching her work, it was his new religion. The way y/n’s hips sway back and forth in her skintight tactical suit showing the world she’s comfortable in her own skin, the brutality she showed towards their victims and the confidence she now exudes, Ben likes to think he had a hand in that.

*

Y/n grabs the knife from Ben’s belt. She proceeds forward to their tied-up victim, one that’s going in and out of consciousness. This is one tough bastard. His face all puffed up, lip busted and the hinting of dark bruises forming on his face. Then, a blood curdling scream,

“Tell us what we want to know! Where are the TNT Twins?” Ben saw his knife lodged just above the kneecap while y/n shook the man by the shoulders.

“I’d tell her where they’re at. She’s supposed to play nice cop.” Y/n twists the knife and screaming rang out again.

“Y/n the bastard is gonna bleed out before we get our info.”

“He won’t bleed out, at least not as fast as you’d think. Where I stabbed him just barely misses the major blood vessels that is embedded in the synovial joint. It’s riddled with nerves so if I do this,” she moves the knife slightly, the victim screams out, “He’ll feel it. If we don’t kill him by the end of this then any infection that penetrates the joint fluid, will.” Marry me.

“I don’t know where they're at now, but I know Herogasm is in 3 days at their place outside of New York!” The man confesses and gave the address to the house, Ben left the man tied up on the chair and walked towards the entrance of the dilapidated warehouse. While the two of you were walking back to Butcher's car, Ben asked,

“Normies don’t have that much force behind them to jab a knife into some assholes knee. What kinda powers you got?”

“I was a field surgeon in the United States Army before I joined the boys, so I know my way around the human body. When I stayed with Grace, they ran me through a series of tests and realized I’ve got strength and stamina, accelerated healing, heightened reflexes and a potential for hand-to-hand combat. I’m still working on that though. When training with Grace’s men, I was be too strong for them and break a bone or something so no one wanted to train with me. That was the end of that.”

“You know, I could train you if you wanted. Will be a little harder to break my bones doll. Plus you get to be up close and personal with the nation's hero Soldier Boy.” Ben throws in a wink for good measure. Y/n giggles,

“Thanks, but no. I’d rather stick with the knives.” Y/n waved Bens knife around in the air. Ben reached out and grabbed it and placed it back in its sheath.

“Which by the way you need your own. You can’t keep taking mine whenever you feel like it.” You could take anything from me whenever you want. Shit, take me right now.

“Are you twats ready to go yet or should I circle around the block?”

*

Y/n’s scent was intoxicating, her musk mixed with the vanilla scent of her perfume, not too light, not too heavy, just right. Ben, being the upstanding gentleman he is, let y/n sit in the front seat but learned the back of Butchers cadillac was torture. The limited leg room, lack of airflow to the back of the car and the shitty rear suspension almost made Ben regret giving up the front seat. Almost. If he positioned himself just right, Ben could see y/n tits bounce up and down in her top every time the car hit a pothole. Ben had to adjust himself on occasion to accommodate the semi chub growing in his pants.

The car was placed in park, and everyone exited. Finally. Once you reached the hideouts front door, Ben commented,

“You know, you have quite a knack for that.” y/n looked up at him questioningly. “Torture. Where’d you learn it? I’m assuming they didn’t teach you that in basic training.” y/n huffed,

“No. I picked up a few things from that one there,” she points to Butcher now slamming his bedroom door shut. “I just never had the stomach to follow through. I shall never intentionally do or administer anything to the overall harm of my patients and all that jazz.” Ben poured himself a glass of whiskey.

“What’s changed?”

“I don’t’ know, but I think I like it.” y/n flicked her hair back using her hands. She was being sassy, is that what they call it nowadays? Ben poured out a glass of whiskey for y/n and they both downed the amber liquid, simultaneously let out an exhale to help rid the burning sensation.

“We’ll I’m a bloody mess, I need a shower.” Y/n went to her room and grabbed a fresh set of clothes. Ben poured himself another glass of whiskey as he watched y/n come out of her room again. She was looking right at him and had this look on her face, eyes darker. Y/n slowly walked into the bathroom, keeping eye contact and gently shutting the door. Ben downed the glass of whiskey and walked over to the bathroom. She wants to get up close and personal with Solider Boy in a different way, got it.

@butchers-girl @xmariakx

@deans-spinster-witch

[autisticlancemcclain]

fic rec friday 45

hello and welcome to fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.

Pieces by zenstrike

Five times Keith found comfort with Lance, and one time he tried to return the favour.

look i know i talked about zenstrike last week and im here to do it again. i know what the secret relationship trope is, i know there are so many great fics but like. zenstrike reaches something in my chest and fucking twists it. i read something of theirs for the first time like two years ago and i remember being actually fucking struck dumb on my bed and clutching my phone because the way my stomach churned and my heart pounded and i well and truly FELT every fucking emotion!! when keith nervously pressed his palm to the junction of lance's neck and his breath sharpened mine did too!! when the swirling dread of fear and nerves turned in lances belly it turned in mine too!! idk what it is about zenstrike but they have touched me in a way no other author ever has in my whole life and i cant always read everything they write in one sitting, sometimes im consuming it all in a frenzy and sometimes one fic takes me days. anyway keith loving lance with every goddamn molecule but being physically unable to say it but determined to show it will always make me insane sorry for the goddamn essay

2. when you're here loving me by orphan_account [EXPLICIT]

“’Look at me, I’m Keith,” Lance muttered, “’I run directly at Galra sentries and don’t even think about the big, glowy thingies in their hands. What are those called again?’” He tightened the gauze, gently despite his trying to act angry, “’Right! Guns! Can’t possibly hurt me, right?’” Keith scowled, “I know what a gun is.” ✦ they come back from a mission, gross and in love.

this one is kinda porny lol but its pretty goddamn funny. of COURSE these two are the massive losers who play rock paper scissors after they bone 💀💀

3. The Samurai and the Sharp-Shooter by orphan_account

It's tough going on missions when you have to pretend you're dating your rival. Tougher still when you're actually not even rivals but lovers forced to hide that fact for the sake of the team's greater mission. Not canon, but still in space and everyone's there. Fluffy with zero angst.

this fic makes me CRY with laughter bc why are they fake dating to hide that they're real dating on a god damned assassination mission 😭😭 they're actually so goddamn stupid

4. Headshot by @angelwithaknife

“Guys,” Lance grunted, lying down behind a couples of rocks and aiming at some soldiers again, “I appreciate that you appreciate me but please stop waving at me after I save you, I’m sick of running around trying to find new spots, I specifically chose a long-range weapon so I could lie down all the time.”

this is so CUTE the team loves lance so bad. and as they should!! bc hes so smart and amazing and cool and wonderful and talented honestly i just love him so bad

5. What's Something You've Never Told Me? by @fondaboo

The lady drops a slice of lemon into it and slides it back towards him. “You’ve got pretty good taste kid,” she says. Her cordial smile turns wicked and teasing, as she jerks her chin to the dance floor. “And it's not just limited to drinks, I'd say.” Keith follows her dark gaze, before he can help himself, biting down on a groan when he sees where she’s looking. Lance. Jesus, he can’t even go to a bar without someone calling out his—blatant and painfully obvious—crush on Lance. “Friend of yours?” She croons. He drags a hand down his face, maybe he needs something stronger than whiskey. Ketamine maybe. “Best friend actually,” he squints through his fingers, glaring darkly, “not that it’s anyone’s business.” Or the author overuses em-dashes while trying to make Keith talk about his damn feelings! OR ace Lance has to deal with a smitten Keith and just wants to watch disney

ACE LANCE ACE LANCE ACE LANCE ACE LANCE ACE LANCE!!!!!!!!!!!!! god i love him. also fondaboo literally never misses

that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!

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snow on the beach by taylor swift but i take it literally.

steve takes eddie to a beach for christmas because eddie has never seen the ocean, never has seen a large body of water and eddie wants to see it. he’s been ticking off a list he wrote down the moment he woke up from his medically induced coma from being eaten by rabid, demon bats.

eddie munson almost died, and he hasn’t ever done anything good or remarkable in his life. he’s never seen the ocean, never been in a big rollercoaster, he hasn’t graduated, he hasn’t done anything to repay wayne for the life he has given him.

there’s probably 40 things on the list. here’s a few:

1. graduate high school, fucking please ✔️ (eddie did graduate. with the help of buckley, wheeler, and the whole fucking party. steve served cookies and drinks.)

2. thank uncle wayne. give him a hug for fuck godness sake. ✔️ (eddie did, from the moment he woke up from the coma, he cried and thanked him for everything he has ever done. wayne is his dad, through and through.)

3. thank dustin and give him the campaign of his life. ✔️ (eddie also did that, not only for dustin but for the rest of the party.)

4. go to one of lucas’ basketball games. you owe him one. ✔️ (eddie did, he went to every last game with steve even though people looked and stared but who the fuck cares? sinclair has the talent for shooting balls into baskets, and the smile he gave eddie the first time he came is worth every glare.)

5. thank the bald headed, super powered girl who came for you in the dark space. ✔️ (eddie met el. he thanked her for his life, but she just thanked him for helping her friends. eddie would like to think they’re friends now.)

6. thank everyone who believed in you when you were in the run. ✔️ (he did. he thanked wheeler, buckley, harrington, the kids. and they just smiled at him. told him, it’s okay. that he’s one of them. eddie would never confess but he had some tears on his eyes. BUT ONLY because of the dust.

7. ride a big rollercoaster. ✔️ (eddie did that too. steve made a big day out of it and then drove the whole party to the nearest amusement park.)

8. have your first kiss. ✔️ (yes, he did that too. it’s from robin fucking buckley. because they’re both gay, and both haven’t had their first kisses and they were drunk and high out of their mind. never again.)

9. go see a beach.

10. cook something that won’t kill a living human being. ✔️ (eddie did, he cooked pasta with steve’s help. it was pretty good and the party loved it.)

11. learn how to skateboard. (they’re almost there, max is still teaching him how to.)

12. dye your hair. or some shit. do something to your hair.

13. take a fucking hike. go see the fucking mountains or something jesus christ. ✔️ (he did. it was horrible. he’s just happy he can tick it off now.)

14. fall in love.

15. knit something. maybe some gloves.

16. get out of hawkins. get out of this shit hole.

17. go visit chrissy cunningham’s grave. apologize. i don't fucking know. talk to her. just go.

18. get a pet dog. ✔️ (he adopted the trailer dog. wayne wasn’t happy when hetfield peed inside their brand new, given by the government, house)

there’s about 20 more items in the list. some done, some still on going, some not gonna get done until a few years later.

steve finds the list november of ‘86. he knows there’s a list, the kids annoy eddie into letting them join and help him do some of it. he wants eddie to tick off number 14, only if it’s with steve. but that’s him being delusional. he wants to grant one thing for eddie for christmas.

so for christmas he drives eddie to the nearest beach, it’s not as big as any california beach, but it’s a beach, with some kind of body of water. it starts snowing halfway through the trip and when they finally arrive to the beach its full on snowing.

still eddie is happy. steve watches as he plays with the snow and sand, running and jumping around like a little kid. they could’ve swam but its too cold, steve promises that they’ll come back in the summer with kids. steve takes out some sandwiches and some hot chocolate he made. it’s warm enough that they can watch the snow and the water on the back of eddie’s van, doors open.

there’s a shimmer of glow in eddie’s eyes when steve finally tells him, “merry christmas, eddie. i hope this ticks one more thing on your list.”

eddie takes out the list out of his pocket, already crumpled and lines permanent from being folded, “would it be okay if i tick two things off?” steve feels like he’s being lit from within, as he nods.

“i guess.” steve answers. eddie smoothes down the paper on his knees, takes out the pen he always brings with him.

steve watches as he crosses out 9. go see a beach.

eddie looks up at him, and it’s almost too beautiful, almost like something steve has only seen in a movie. there’s snow behind him, coming down without sound. eddie’s wearing a black sweater, his cheeks red and his eyes twinkling like stars.

“would it be okay if i tick off number 14?” eddie barely whispers, like he’s afraid he’ll jinx it.

“are— are you sure?” steve whispers back, like anything louder would wake him up from this weird, but fucking beautiful dream.

eddie smiles at him, bright, wonderful, alive and moves closer to finally kiss him.

steve knows the feeling of being stopped by time, he knows it well from grandfather clocks ticking away. he thought that was it. but steve didn't know it could be so wonderful, as eddie kisses him and as time stops around them. if somebody ever asks, steve will tell you that kissing eddie would be the closest feeling to what he thinks flying would feel like.

eddie checks of number 14. fall in love.

he should’ve checked it off the moment he woke up from coma, asked for a piece of paper and pen and steve harrington got him a whole notebook and a box of colored pens.

[vxctorx]

The Talented Mr. Ripley Sentence Starters

feel free to change the pronouns

"If I could just go back. If I could rub everything out… starting with myself."

"To my ear, jazz is just noise. Just an insolent noise."

"I can tell you, the _______ name opens a lot of doors."

"I have so much luggage, and you’re so, um, streamlined. It’s, you know, humiliating."

"We’re partners in disguise."

"Hello. Uh, well, I knew you…so I suppose you must have known me."

"I’ve been looking all over for you. Where’ve you been hiding?"

"Did you suddenly forget where I lived?"

"I’m despicable, but I love you."

"Everybody should have one talent. What’s yours?"

"Nobody should have more than one talent."

"It’s too much! You’re making all the hairs on my neck stand up."

"I’m never going back."

"To actually hire somebody to come all the way here to drag me back home– Got to be a little insane, hasn’t he?"

"Call him, if you can find a telephone that works, and tell him wild horses wouldn’t drag me back to him."

"Boats are female. Everyone knows you can’t call a boat after a man."

"I can’t write and I can’t spell. It’s the privilege of a first-class education."

"Now that you’re a double agent and we’re gonna string my dad along, what if we were to buy a car with your expense money?"

"You’re breaking my ribs!"

"I love the fact that you brought Shakespeare with you but no clothes."

"Anyway, just wear some of my stuff. Wear anything you want. Most of it’s ancient."

"Without the glasses, you’re not even ugly. I don’t need them because I never read."

"It means we’ve never shared a bath, and I’m cold. Can I get in?"

"Stop telling me what an incredible time you’re having."

"He wants me to reassure him that you’re going to be home by Thanksgiving."

"You’ve got to get a new jacket. Really. You must be sick of wearing the same clothes."

"I love how responsible you are. My dad should make you chief accountant or something. Or when I take over, which is never, I will."

"Oh, God, don’t you want to fuck every woman you see just once?"

"Would you get undressed in your own room?"

"I was just fooling around. Don’t say anything. I was just fooling around."

"You, uh, stay at _______’s house, you eat _______’s food, you wear his clothes, and his father picks up the tab."

"The thing with _______ ... It’s like the sun shines on you, and it’s glorious. And then he forgets you and it’s very, very cold."

"When you have his attention, you feel like you’re the only person in the world. That’s why everybody loves him."

"How can it take an hour to find an ambulance?!"

"I don’t know why people say this country is civilized. It isn’t. It’s fucking primitive!"

"You don’t have to clean up! Really!"

"You’ve been so good to me. You’re the brother I never had. I’m the brother you never had. I would do anything for you."

"She came to me for help. She needed money. I didn’t help her."

"I’m not going to say anything, to the police or anybody. It’s a secret between us, and I’ll keep it."

"You could hardly expect this to go on forever."

"You said it yourself. It’s my dad’s money you’re spending."

"I’m suddenly quite happy to be going back."

"Do you even like jazz, or was that for my benefit?"

"I’ve gotten to like everything about the way you live. It’s one big love affair."

"I figured-Now, just for argument’s sake, say I got a place. Or say we split the rent on a house."

"Yesterday, you’re ogling girls on the terrace. Today you’re getting married?! That’s absurd!"

"You love me. You’re not marrying me."

"I don’t love you."

"To be honest, I’m a little relieved you’re going. I think we’ve seen enough of each other for a while."

"You can be a leech! You know that! And it’s boring. You can be quite boring!"

"The funny thing is, I’m not pretending to be somebody else, and you are. I’ve been absolutely honest with you about my feelings, But you-"

"First of all, I know there’s something. That evening, when we played chess, for instance, it was obvious."

"Oh, sure. No, no! It’s too dangerous for you to take on. Oh, no, no. We’re brothers! "

"You follow your cock around like a-And now you’re getting married! No, I’m bewildered. Forgive me."

"Who are you? Some third-class mooch? Who are you? Who are you to say anything to me! Who are you to tell me anything!"

"Actually, I really, really do not want to be on this boat with you. I can’t move without you moving."

"I’m gonna kill you! Kill you! You’re dead!"

"There’s a side to him when our heads are on the pillow, I know no one else sees, that’s so tender."

"The truth is that if you’ve had money your entire life, either you despise it, or you’re only truly comfortable around other people who have it and despise it."

"I look at you and I see her face. And I can’t- No matter what I’m feeling towards you–"

"But will you meet me tomorrow? Just to say goodbye properly, you know, in the daylight, so it’s not just this. You should always save pain for daylight."

"Last time you didn’t know your ass from your elbow. Now you’re giving me directions. That’s not fair. You probably do know your ass from your elbow."

"I won’t count on you anymore. Whatever it is you’ve done or haven’t done, you’ve broken my heart. That’s one thing I know you’re guilty of."

"You’re much more like the son my father wanted."

"I realize you can change the people, change the scenery, but you can’t change your own rotten self."

"I’m haunted by everything I’ve done and can’t undo."

"I’m delighted, contrary to rumor, that you’re still in one piece."

"By the way, officially there are no Italian homosexuals. Makes Michelangelo and Leonardo very inconvenient."

"Well, whatever you do, however terrible, however hurtful, it all makes sense, doesn’t it, in your head. You never meet anybody who thinks they’re a bad person."

"Don’t you just take the past and put it in a room in the basement, and lock the door and never go in there? And then you meet someone special, and all you want to do is toss them the key. Say “Open up. Step inside.” But you can’t. Because it’s dark, and there are demons."

"I keep wanting to do that. Fling the door open. Just let the light in, clean everything out."

What a waste of lives and opportunities. I’d pay that fellow $ 100 right now to shut up!"

"You know, people always say that you can’t choose your parents, but you can’t choose your children."

"I loved you. You may as well know. I loved you. Maybe it’s grotesque of me to say this now, so just write it on a piece of paper or something, and put it in your wallet for a rainy day."

"When you see where you live from a distance, it’s like a dream, isn’t it?"

"You know, seeing you again, I–I’ve thought about you, so much."

"I’m gonna be stuck in the basement, aren’t I? That’s my... Terrible…and alone…and dark. And I’ve lied…about who I am…and where I am. Now no one will ever find me."

"I always thought it would be better to be a fake somebody, than a real nobody."

"You’re not a nobody. That’s the last thing you are."

[miminmimikyu]

can we actually talk about how kino Afro is as a antagonist? He's the polar opposite of Issho who was set up as a nasty fella, while also being the cancer that's killing rakugo. "muh tradition" without Issho's new wave eye. "muh respect" but without Issho's two-way respect towards Akane. "muh artform" but only a certain way without Issho's eye for the artist. "muh king of comedy" but not a master of rakugo.

You are so right anon! ( sorry for the ensuing wall of text.).

Yeeeeeess, wow he’s such an effective villain. My blood boils every time Zensho barges into a chapter. He’s so over-the-top 1000% unlikeable (while just realistic enough that I’m sure a lot of people know a less exaggerated real-life Zensho). And at the same time I find him so fascinating as he’s in Issho’s corner but, as you said, his behaviour and ideas about rakugo are completely opposite to Issho’s. That strange contradiction that they’re superficially similar (and on good terms?) but actually ideologically opposites is just… ✨fascinating✨

I went back and read volume 1 (and 2.. and.. ) and it’s interesting that his first appearance made him out to be a Issho-lite, seemingly less irrational (HA!). Or perhaps a mouthpiece for Issho's views. Even Shiguma’s description of Issho’s personality seems similar to Taizen’s description of Zensho's.

But nope, couldn't be more different. That “honesty/lack of falsehood” means different things here. Both of them may speak harsh truths, but Issho’s harsh honesty is underpinned by his philosophy and respect for the artform, which Zensho's isn't. Going by his Karaku cup critiques and Kaisei's inner thoughts there's actually a correlation between how harsh Issho's honesty is and how much he respects a rakugoka. Akane's conversation with him showed that he won’t betray his principles even in the face of his “enemy” (Shiguma)’s apprentice.

Zensho? Perhaps his rakugo itself is akin to holding up a mirror of truth to the audience, but he sure as hell told a lot of lies this arc. And all of his "honesty" seems to be going to people he doesn't treat with respect. Every core principle of the Arakawa school goes out of the window the second one of Shiguma’s apprentices is mentioned. Maybe his personal vendetta has blinded him to the fact that his behaviour towards them is completely incompatible with the Arakawa school itself. We don't really see him interact with many others but Taizen also calls him “fickle and unfair”, and combined with how badly he speaks about his own apprentices, I wouldn’t be surprised if he treats every single person below him badly.

I'm sure his rakugo brings the house down and art is everything at Arakawa. But. He favours hierarchy over talent, abuses his power and crushes new talent (especially Shiguma-related), he’s resting on his laurels (e.g. raising one shin’uchi) rather than figuring out why his students aren’t making waves, blames everyone but himself, poisons the stage for other performers and above all: He doesn’t even look at their art! His judgement precedes the performance!

It’s all "reputation" and "Issho" with him. Perhaps he's been able to get away with it because of overwhelming rakugo ability. Not for long though, going by the looks Ikken and Taizen are giving him.

Were it not for this weird “notice me Issho aniki!!!” vibe he really seems to be more suited to hang around with those conservative shin’uchi from the Rakugo Federation who were bitching about Kaisei and Akane. (who wants to bet he doesn’t like Kaisei either). But it doesn’t seem like Issho is paying attention to him at all, not even after his little atmosphere-poisoning stunt at Maikeru’s test.

God this so funny (babes Issho’s not going to respect you for that!)

Anyway, I can see the following happening during Maikeru’s test:

a) Zensho actually listens to Maikeru’s rakugo. It makes him come to some personal revelation about his own behaviour, but he digs his heels in and decides to vote against Zensho “for aniki’s sake”. Then gets chewed out by Issho. b) Zensho doesn’t actually bother to look at Maikeru’s art, causes a big stink when it is well-received by everyone else, and he is chewed out by Issho c) Fairytale ending where Zensho listens and changes his ways (no way in hell).

Whatever happens I really hope we get to see what is fuelling his really irrational behaviour before he’s bodied by the Arch Four.

[tetralea]

Hi!

For the 100 prompts I'd really like something with this:

25. "Swallow. All of it."

Thank you very much sweetheart 💜

Okay, but this one absolutely finished me 🥵🥵🥵 thanks for requesting it!

So this is gonna be part of my dark CEO!Max and Dancer!Charles AU. Enjoyyyy!

It has been a while since Max had this much time to relax, and he decided to make the most out of it. Calling Charles proved to be a good idea after all. There have been only a few occasions between them and he tried to deny his weakness for the brunette, but it was more and more difficult each time.

He gave money for the boy enough to buy a new apartment in Monaco and furnish it and still keep some of it, for god's sake. It was money well deserved of course, a night he will probably never forget with the younger one. A night that fuked him up entirely, probably, too. He kept going back and if it was any relief it looked and felt like Charles was in no better shape resisting his desires either.

What better example than this afternoon. He shot a message to the brunette and now barely a few hours later Charles was kneeling in front of him, torso naked, his jeans too tight, lips red and wet, wrapped tightly around his cock. He wanted to fuck into his mouth just after one glimpse of it. There was a revard of course, there always was, it was business after all as they agreed.

Right now he hasn't figured out what he would give Charles, to spoil him even further, but his brain was in no shape or state to form coherent thoughts at the moment. He would fuck him good that was for sure, but above that, he might just ask Charles what he needed.

But first, he had other things to focus on. He saw and felt a generous amount of saliva pooling at his base or dripping onto his balls and it just pushed him even closer.

Charles started only to cock warm him but it quickly picked up and the other man started to suck him gently, taking his time to play around with his tongue, tease his balls and he would have considered punishing Charles for that if he didn't allow right at the beginning. He wanted to grad it out, to enjoy and savour every second he was spending, cock fitted deep into the hot, wet mouth.

Reaching out he made Charles lookup, long and dark lashes turning up and the green eyes looked back at him. They were determined before but now they turned hazy, desperate, willing, rolling back when Max hit the back of his throat, moaning around the thick cock.

He knew Charles wouldn't be against his idea, he knew, since Charles told him, he enjoyed a cock in his mouth a little bit too much. It was evident in his actions too. Mouth opened eagerly on an instinct when Max pulled his hard cock free. His content little noises as he swallowed Max for the first time that day, eyes closing to give himself folly to the sensations.

It has been a long while since that happened and he wouldn't be surprised if he found a dark, soaked through patch on Charles's underwear while undressing him later. He saw just how hard he was in his jeans.

Max's thumb swept across the tinted cheekbones, head tilting, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth.

With a low hum, he sucked a deep breath in trying to find his voice. "I don't think I'll last much longer." He warned, his hand caressing Charles's cheek before ruffling his dark locks, resting his fingers there for a moment.

The green eyes came alive in a second as Charles inhaled through his nose only, flexed his fingers on Max's thighs sucking harder. He had more talent, or practice which Max didn't want to think about than it was fair. With his dark lashes resting closed, his tongue was sweeping up and up on the underside of Max's shaft with each move, it flattened under the soft, fat tip to lick it before he started to circle around Max's tip.

It was obscene.

It felt like he deliberately wanted to coax the cum out of that cock. It felt like an invitation. He did it again, while his fingers found the tight, full balls and caressed them gently, tugging and fondling them which only spurred on Max more. He was barely able to hold back his moans, his back was arched from the comfortable armchair, one hand gripping Charles's shoulder the other still in his hair, desperately keeping him between his legs.

It wasn't the first time Charles sucked him but he never came into that pretty mouth, it was kinda an agreement, but going around it felt more and more inviting.

His cock was pulsing deliciously, surrounded by the soft cheeks and skilled tongue which was working him inevitably close to his orgasm.

He thought about pulling out, or warning Charles for the matter, but being coherent wasn't an option at that moment.

The tip of his cock hit the back of Charles' throat, he heard the boy whimper to the sensation before his tongue pressed against his cock again, like it was beaconing a too powerful orgasm out of him. Charles sucked hard, tugging on his balls and that second of a delay just made it all even more mndnumbing.

He came.

Body shaking, his hand desperately keeping Charles in place, hips jerking up filling the tired mouth and throat suddenly. He came hard, his vision going white, ears ringing, mouth opened as he was moaning loud, praising Charles, swearing and cursing to get through it. It lasted longer that he expected.

How sweet it was with something he truly wanted, savouring every moment of it.

He felt his cum shooting into Charles' mouth first and still oozing as the brunette gave him a tentative suck.

To the panicked whimper he opened his eyes. It was hard to focus, but Charles was looking at him, eyes big and lashes wet, desperately trying to breathe through his nose, his mouth filled so much it already started to drip out. Fuck it must have been too intense for him.

He swallowed adam's apple bobbing while his hand slid down to caress the wet cheeks gently, trying to soothe his lover. His voice was gentle, encouraging but firm, which surprised him, as he formed the words.

"Swallow it." He told Charles, earning a surprised sound. His thumb again swept across the red cheek, while his long fingers fanned across the tense neck, signaling to the brunette again, confirming his words. He pulled out a little, to leave more room and he saw as Charles tried to obey. "All of it." He pressed, eyebrows raising, seeing if he could push Charles' limits a bit more.

Another whine came, the green eyes slowly losing their frantic confusion, only to leave room for a newly found desire. Charles swallowed again and again until all the cum was gone from his mouth. It was a lot, Max knew, he felt it. It was no surprise it has been a while since he last had time for anything like this.

"Suck a little, baby." Another encouragement came and Charles did, surprise overriding his features when he felt some more cum hitting his tongue. "That's it, suck it until there is nothing left." Max practically purred and he felt how his slowly relaxing cock started to harden again.

Charles did, slowly, being careful around the oversensitive cock and Max hasn't felt more proud in a long time. He hollowed and tightened his cheeks until the last drop was on his tongue again. He looked up to Max, not in confusion but for something entirely different now.

"Swallow." The blue eyes were burning with desire as he watched the brunette cleaning him up entirely, every last drop of cum gone and it only took him a few words.

Fuck.

He pulled out, his cock still hard. Immediately Charles' hands went to his own cheeks bumping into Max's on the way, to massage the sore muscles, moving his jaw, a little spit and cum glistening on the swollen red lips.

Max was proud and more turned on that before if it was even possible. Charles yelped as Max moved from the seat so sudden, manhandling him flat on his back, legs wide open around the naked hips.

The last thing Charles saw before the frantic kiss were Max eyes, completely darkened, looking at him like a man starved.

There were no words needed as they almost tore all their clothes, trying to get rid of them as fast as possible. Charles keened under Max, his cock too hard, too sensitive to any touch.

"Please make me come!" He cried, a little whine leaving his lips, bumping right into Max's as they were breathing in each other.

"Anything, baby, anything you want tonight."

[modern-day-bard]

Worth The Feeling

Note: this is a completed project but I’ve had major problems posting on tumblr from my laptop! I’m not sure why. If anyone who sees this is interested, I also posted the fic on Archive Of Our Own 🫶🏻

Content Warning: 18+

This story includes explicit smut, intimidation, and an age gap relationship (MC is 26, Javi is in his 40s). Minors, do not interact.

Chapter 2:

Now, I've made some blunders before. Mostly calling talent by the wrong name, which is a big mistake when dealing with big personalities. But I've tripped a few times, spilled a few things, and I even broke a glass in the middle of a take.

Yet somehow, none of those things compare to this.

Treating the lead as if he was a PA? Telling him he needs to get a walkie ?

The thought makes me sprint even harder toward the sound stage. Once inside, I scan the area as quickly as I can. There's at least a hundred people in here now and the more I push past, the more I realize they are turning to look at me disapprovingly. I really should find a new shirt first, but it can wait.

"Lana!" I shout when I catch a glimpse of one of her classic colorful scarves. I can see the bright fabric tied in a bow on top of her curly head of hair, but she doesn't turn around.

"LANA!" This time several people, Lana included, turn around.

"Hey!" She runs up to me and sweeps me in a hug, before pulling back with an uncharacteristically miserable expression. "Why are you all wet? Ava, I can see your bra." She pokes my visible white strap.

I swat her away. "Just wait. That is the least of my worries."

I explain the situation, visibly cringing as I await her reaction.

In typical Lana fashion, she bursts into musical hysterics. She covers her mouth when she notices how pained my expression is.

"Lana, I am this close to panicking. You don't think he'll complain, do you?"

"No, no he won't complain. You said he was relatively cool about it, right?"

"Yeah, I mean, he didn't even correct me."

"Exactly. You know if it was one of the Marvel guys from our last picture, you might be in trouble. But from the sounds of it, he probably won't even remember it by tomorrow."

"Yeah..." Why did that idea not make me feel any better?

Lana is snickering again. "You know I sent you the cast list like a month ago, right? How do you of all people not recognize Javi Gutierrez?"

I lower my voice. "You know I'm not an indie movie fanatic."

"I know. It's your fatal friendship flaw. But he was on a bunch of shows, too!"

"I haven't had time for TV with school! Movies are less commitment. Don't scold me in my time of need." I wack her arm.

"Fine, fine," She holds her hands up in defeat. "But seriously Ava, unless you want to continue to give us all a free show you should really get another shirt. I have to get these mics up and running, but go to wardrobe and find Barb."

She's right. The first scene is at 8:00am, and as a sound assistant, Lana has to be ready to mic up the actors as soon as they're out of hair and makeup. I still have to print out scripts for the first few scenes, and I'm really starting to hate the sticky feeling on my stomach.

"Okay, thank you!"

Lana winks at me as I turn and head for the wardrobe trailer on the far side of the lot. Barbra has been on Norwick Productions sets since movies were invented. That is actually the answer she will give a person if they ask how long she's been working. She's the grumpy, tough-love mom I never had. And since Lana is pretty much the only person I hung out with during hiatus, I missed Barb dearly.

Barb's expression pales as soon as she sees me.

"Ava, it's only day one for god's sake."

"Don't worry Barb, Lana already scolded me for you."

"I do like that girl. And I'm guessing you came by to catch up after break, and not simply because you need my help?" She raises a knowing brow.

"Obviously." I flash her a very over-dramatic smile.

"I should give you one of the ratty uniforms from the end of this film for that."

"But you won't, because you love me." I batted my lashes.

"Uh-huh." Barb sighs, disappearing into the depths of the trailer before coming back out with a clean white t-shirt. No fuss, no fake blood.

"You are my guardian angel." I say after swapping the shirts.

"Bring me real coffee tomorrow instead of this crafty crap and we can call it even." She says in a flat tone, and I know she's not kidding.

I give her a quick hug. "It's good to see you Barb."

That makes her chuckle slightly. "You too, kiddo."

I check my watch again. 7:30am. Barely enough time to print out the scripts. I bid Barb a quick goodbye and head to the closest copier.

After kicking it a few times, and uttering several curse words, I got the copier up and running and several copies of today's script printed. I try to skim today's scenes while walking back to the soundstage. I'm beginning to grow curious as to watch is actually happening in this movie. Since we usually shoot scenes out of order, these few pages aren't helping very much.

Back on the soundstage, I spot Lloyd, our director, and walk over to hand him today's pages.

"Ava, welcome back." Lloyd says in his usual artistic drawl. He takes one of the copies from me, flipping through as though looking for something specific, though I know he is barely even skimming the pages.

Part of me is holding my breath, wondering if Javi would have complained to Lloyd or a production manager at this point. I'm not sure when he would have time for that between hair and makeup, but in a world where my mishap today costs me my job, he would find the time.

But, Lloyd is deep in conversation with a cameraman and doesn't spare me another glance. I take that as a good sign, and slowly slink toward the far corner of the room. This way I can still have a good view of the stage without calling too much attention to myself. I can see Lana across the room micing up one of the actors in the scene. Some older gentleman who I heard was popular on a cowboy show that I've never seen. I recognize his face more than I did Javi's, which embarrasses me further, even though the fact is only known to me.

Then, as though the gods of shame were looking down and laughing at me, Javi walks into the large room. I quickly open the first scene's pages to see if I can figure out whom he is playing. That, and so I can take my mind off of how he looks even more attractive in costume. I steal a glance up from the pages and see Lana micing him up now. He's smiling warmly at her, and she chuckles at something he said. Lana tends to laugh at most things, but I can't help but wonder what words were being passed between them.

The two men step onto the CIA set together, both dressed in impeccably tailored suits, making light conversation. Now is my que to bring them their copy of the pages for a final once-over before we roll the cameras. I inhale deeply and set my shoulders back.

Don't be intimidated, Ava. You can't embarrass yourself any worse than you already have.

Well, I know that last part isn't true. But I repeat it to myself all the same.

I walk up to the men, handing them each a copy with a smile.

The older gentleman gives me a friendly nod as he takes the script. Javi gives me the same smile he gave Lana a few minutes prior. I'm turning to leave, and I'm surprised when he says, "Thank you, Ava."

I pause, half out of surprise that he remembered my name, and half over the hesitation of wondering if I should apologize for earlier. But his attention is already on the pages, and there are so many people around to hear me admit my mistakes. I decide against it.

- - -

After we shoot the first few takes, I think I'm starting to piece together what the film is about. In the way that it is not unlike most other spy films I've seen. Older Cowboy, whose real name is still evading me, has a small role as the experienced head of the CIA who brings on Javi's character, a real loose cannon, despite his reservations. There is something about a kidnapping of Javi's lover that makes him "too close to the case," but he lies about his involvement with the woman to make sure he can be the one to save her. I'm assuming that is when we will be in Italy. Spy movies love a good ol' car chase in Europe.

I'm not blown away by the originality of the script or anything, but I'm still engaged in the scene even on their tenth take. I realize that Javi is actually quite talented. I'm only ever engaged in a scene if the actors are talented. That, or if Lloyd is having a breakdown.

I spend the rest of the scene trying not to notice just how well tailored that suit is on Javi. I never leer at the talent, but I always appreciate a good-looking man in a suit. Plus, there is something different about him. He has a kindness to him that I haven't seen with other actors. We've been working with a lot of big names recently, so maybe I've just become disillusioned. Even still, I know some lesser actors who would've complained about my assumption early, even if they painted it as a joke. They would never want me to fully live it down. But not Javi. At least, not so far.

When they call for a break, I decided it would be best to fulfill some of my other duties on another part of the lot.

The rest of the day goes by in a blur. I try to stay away from the soundstage, knowing that they will be working with Javi for the next few hours. I check my watch for the umpteenth today, and I crack a smile when I realize we only have about an hour left. My last stop is Emma Madden's trailer, our leading lady. And then I finally get to drive home and sleep.

I hadn't met Emma before, but similar to Javi, she isn't in the same celebrity category as our last film, so she seems much friendlier. I got a call on my walkie letting me know there was an issue with her food, and with not much else to go off of, I figured I might be in for a celebrity meltdown. However, when I got here, she let me know that she is severely allergic to mustard, and was afraid to touch the sandwich that had been dropped off to her. Sure, maybe it was a little 'Hollywood' for her to have me come and throw it in the garbage for her, but she was pretty apologetic about it.

"Thank you so much, Anna." She says with her knees brought up to her chest, as if she was shielding her center from the turkey sandwich springing back up out of the trash. Her expression is worried and her tone is so sincere that I don't correct her. Not that I would have otherwise.

"Not a problem Ms. Madden." I dust off sesame seeds from my palms.

"Oh please, call me Emma." She smiled at me now, and I couldn't help but like her a little.

"I know a mustard allergy is like, totally random, but it's actually pretty bad. I have an epipen and everything." I know she must be at least thirty years old, but her inflection reminds me of a teenager.

"I'll let crafty know. They should have sent you a food preference and allergy sheet to fill out months ago, that's the studio's fault."

"Oh, they did! I completely forgot about that. I figured it was just if you were a picky eater."

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.

"Well, no worries. I'll let them know now." I reach for the doorknob of the trailer.

"Thank you again!" Emma called out as I closed the door behind me.

As I'm finally able to drop off my walkie for the day, I run through all the ways that Emma's Mustard Mayhem could have cost the studio hundreds of thousands of dollars. How did they start production without having her sign a waiver? Why did no one double check that all the talent had sent in their allergy lists? If she were a higher profile celebrity, this could have been a huge issue. But as usual, these are the scenarios I keep to myself. And as I drive home, I try to run through only mustard scenarios, and ignore any that pop up with another actor in mind.

Series Masterlist

[silviakundera]

The Spirealm Ep 6 Reaction

fair warning: in these episode reactions I'm not gonna pretend I haven't read the novel. in fact, I purposely finished the novel before viewing, to get The Full Experience. thus novel spoilers, including twist end, included.

🙌 client sleeps on the floor time 🙌 (LQ: I can sleep on the floor. RN: NO.)

Creepy X agent listening at their door and setting up the newbie.

Spikes stabbed through the wall while they sleep! Not ok!!!!!

This is why in a survival game you sleep fully clothed!

"Are we really going to treat the kids this way?"

"There's no room for mercy."

I fucking love how creepy the whole forced holding an egg in your mouth thing is.

Lock picking skills and THE DOOR \o/

lmao after RN snarks at agent X, "so that's your new partner" and makes a face at her, he turns and flashes this little smile at LQ as he says, "let's go." The bias is so strong.

yaaaaaaaaassssss the newbie is losing it. Things are falling apart. RN looks as enthralled as me.

LB is supposed to be standing guard while RN sleeps (as they all take turns), but does he sit in the chair? no. He sits on the bed next to RN, and talks out loud to him so there's no way he'll sleep either lol.

Nevermind, they're just gonna go to sleep together and hope no monsters try to kill them overnight.

.... that lasts about 15 seconds 👍

ah, LQ discovers that RN tried switching their eggs so the monster will target only RN. He's so low key about it. I like how understated it is, though of course LQ understands the significance of every time RN protects him.

"Here's yours."

You just know those crossed hands were blocked that way on purpose.

The way that RN then just matter of factly drops his on the floor, completely crushed. "My hand slipped. I must have been delirious."

Look at that lying uwu face

LQ doesn't even bother to buy what those eyes are selling and he once again probes, tests, why are you taking such good care of me?

He suggests maybe it's about recruiting him to join Obsidian, but imo I don't think he actually believes it's mercenary. It's that... it all feels too good to be true. (His repeated questioning reminds me a little about how Cha Yeowoon in 'Love for Love's Sake' finally laments, in distress, that he doesn't understand why Tae Myungha is treating him this way. And he's told, why can't someone just decide to be good to you? In both dramas, Ruan Nanzhu & Tae Myungha are indeed hiding some critical context but that doesn't mean the care is false.)

In this case, RN tells him: "I think you're talented. I want to be friends with you."

"You came through this door just to help me, didn't you?" RN spins a story, but neither LQ or the audience buy his bluster. Plus, there's delicate piano music again ;)

"I believe in you. .. Because I see a light in you that others don't have."

(this is VERY INTERESTING in lieu of the fact that in the novel, 12th Door God!RN apparently saw something so special in Actual Leader of Obsidian!LQ such that he falls in love and creates this entire long game for them both to lose their memories & develop a relationship asdfghjk)

awwwwwwwwwwwww LQ gives a tiny smile with, 'ok' and agrees they'll escape the door and then he'll go PICK UP CHESTNUT THE CAT AND COME FIND HIM 💕💕💕

Clasped hands! Heart eyes! RN: "Agreed."

LMAOOOOO the way they're still romantically holding hands while our leading lady jolts up sleep-talking about accepting a Best Actress award. Nice bit of comedy to break the mood, so it doesn't cross over into cheesy.

lol next morning, RN: whose sleeping posture looks better, mine or Xu Xiaocheng?

LQ, a savvy husband-in-training, "Both look good." Nice save, sir! Couldn't have done it better myself.

Yaaaaaaasssss the bloody cake!

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Next Episode

[sgiandubh]

Jottings: Season 7, episode 6. A woman is... possibility

Contrary to what I usually do in here, just jotting down spontaneous impressions of the episodes, with no great pretension to anything, I had to re-watch Where The Waters Meet three times over last week. And it was all my fault, because this is truly a good and dense episode, that could have very well ended this half-season.

It also becomes more and more clear that my decision of not reading these damn books was a very poor choice. Probably because the storyline seems cramped, at times, I find myself gliding through moments and scenes with the very unpalatable sensation of bagging a munro without the right equipment. Not a good picture, I know. But bear in mind I just started Drums of Autumn and it already reads like a root canal intervention - sorry for the book purists. I should, however, hope to somehow catch up before part B of the season: no promises, though. If, by any stretch of my vivid imagination, I start to hear Herself's screechy voice in my head while reading, it immediately goes down the drain, despite my best intentions & effort.

But I digress. While Fort Ticonderoga is being evacuated with the help of the friendly Cherokees and their lightweight canoes, in Lallybroch there is a bit of fussing over Jemmy's cursing in Gaelic at school. Which leads to Roger being invited to give a wee lecture on the topic by a very enthusiastic Headmaster and yet another (Lord in heaven and all His cherubs) constipated domestic conversation with SS. The only cheerful thing about her is that self-assertive fringe, so 80s I could cry (I hate the Eighties with the passion I worship the Sixties, heh). And her grabbing me by the sleeve (Hello, people! Lookie here! I can haz acting! I am acting! ) every single time she has more than three lines on air is distracting and, again, annoying.

Walter Woodcock's demise instantly took me to Season 1, when that proud Scot was killed by the boar and Claire helped give him the good death he deserved. Not surprising at all, since the whole OL dynamic is a pendulum between loves, timelines and worlds.

The new Rollo dog looks less direwolfish than Rollo 1. #GoT, stopped watching upon Khaleesi's arrival at King's Landing. Never looked back.

Rob Cameron, you antagonist, you. That new acquaintance you instantly find too pushy not to feel suspicious about, and yet you can't afford to be irrationally rude to. Also, with no SS in sight, RR is pulling off his scenes quite fine & dandy, and with ease. What is that woman's dark secret? How can that be? Court is still in session, on this one. But give me more Hunters and less #Broger, dear God. I would take it any day, any way you see fit. I will be nice to everyone and take my vitamins. I will even consider jogging. But get them off my back, for Christ's sake!

Vandervaart. Consistent. Present. Owns his game. Elegant. Loved every single moment (Your servant, Madam - especially and for obvious reasons). A very, very good cast honoring both J and LJG. I can only fawn and paeans are not really my specialty. But I continue to be impressed and confident and I see great things for this talented kid.

Spoiler: I said yes, Claire. And just like that, with the click of the rifle's hammer, he tells her their whole world is yet again thrown upside down. Theirs is a dense scene, clearly dominated by S, whose mastery of voice and expression is once again flawless and thoroughly appreciated. She follows, at a - by now - completely symbiotic pace, but make no mistake: he gives her the cues. And I would take that subtle, unspeakable tenderness any day, gladly, if the writer's final choice was not to insist on what might be - perhaps unjustly - construed by some as geriatric porn. He still looks at her like that.

For that only, if not for all the rest, I will continue to watch it until the end. Because I feel you morally lose the right to criticize the moment you throw the towel and your opinion suddenly turns into bitching. Something I will most probably never do, as far as OL is concerned.

Onwards to Dreaded Seven. Let's see if I can be properly disgusted by poor acting yet again.

Credit given to @flllk. B&W is a great idea - the right kind of depth

[warcats-cat]

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At least, the first reading list. Hopefully there will be more. ☺️

You can find more details about the rally here! Please join us and share some more fanfics you love from smaller creators//people who need some extra love!

House of Tarot Cards @lickoutyourbrains // FlowerMeat on Ao3

Remus Crowley has fallen victim to a legion of demons, his body and soul now possessed. Though all six residents of the lonely household on Lorre way are well practiced in occult magics, only Patton Stoker had experience with exorcisms. It’s such a shame that past experience had all but destroyed his belief that he can help.

To Rebuild A Home; @a-valourous-choice

After a horrific event rips his family apart, Patton decides to move himself and his children back to his hometown. His youngest son Thomas adjusts quickly but his eldest Virgil, harboring resentment towards his father and full of self loathing, has a much more difficult time. Despite their close proximity, Patton and Virgil have never been more distant from each other but perhaps with some help from friends - both old and new - the Sanders boys will learn that recovery can be a family affair. And just maybe they're not as alone in their grief as they believe.

Starving; LadyoftheWoods (Ao3)

Patton was dying.

Not that anyone else knew it, of course, no, he didn’t want to be a hassle! The others had to deal with his drama enough as it is. They didn’t need to know.

They didn’t know.

It was a wonder, that no one else seemed able to see it, not even Janus, though part of him hoped against hope that someone would.

The other part of him prayed to god they didn’t.

He didn’t know anything anymore, much less how to fix this. How to stop it.

He just knew he ached.

His chest, his heart, ached, like it was cracking in two. Maybe it was, figures of speech sometimes got taken a little too literally by Thomas's head, who’s to say heartbreak wasn’t one of them?

Not him. He’d done enough talking, when he didn’t even know what he was saying, to begin with.

If We're Still Single In An Hour; @fangirltothefullest

Roman and Patton are probably the two most oblivious people in the entire town, or at least that's what everyone around them thinks. The two have been pining after each other for an eternity, but neither of them have realized. At Virgil and Logan's wedding, the two forget to bring the cake for the after party and have to go fetch it. Fate Herself takes one look at these oblivious gays and decides to take matters into her own hands. After all, they're made for each other, and they're the only ones that haven't figured that out yet.

Or: The Royality Shenanigans fic based off of a tumblr text post where they're both in love and deserve each other so badly but are too silly to see it.

Where the Lovestruck Bleeds; @fangirltothefullest

Mr. Remus Princeton, soul of a dark poet and heart shielded with years of sorrow, had lost so much in his common man's life. What little he had, he gave so that his brother could flourish. But for the first time in his life, Remus wanted something that society said he must never have: Deep dark eyes and hair as black as the depths of the sea and uncommonly long, Mr. Logan Blackthorne enthralled him with his mystery and allure the moment he laid eyes upon him at the gathering he was attending for the sake of this brother. How could a man of such standing see him in a sea of better prospects and willingly pursue him?

Mr. Roman Princeton on the other hand, could light up a room just by flouncing into it. He was a delight and all manner of young ladies swooned for him and pined after the artist's affections. But his world was turned asunder when the notable Monsieur Janus D'Ambroise took a shine to his talents. Surely his life and Remus' were about to change drastically and all for the better. They were moving up in the world and right into the mystery and delights of romance and decadence he had long since dreamed of!

Why then, was Remus so disinclined to follow?

Taking Flight; @practically-an-x-man

(Non-TS but so good please read it!!!!)

Fandom: Fablehaven

American kestrel: Falco sparverius, also known as the sparrow hawk, grasshopper hawk, or killy hawk. A species of small, carnivorous falcon native to the Americas. Kestrels are incredibly effective and aggressive hunters despite their small size. They are largely solitary birds, though they form strong pair-bonds and often mate for life. Their widely varied diet and adaptable nesting conditions make them well-suited to a variety of habitats. But this story is not about kestrels.

My Stuff Because I'm Running It Solo And I Can Do What I Want:

The Long Road Home

Ship: LAMP Some say childhood friendships don't last. Others say they're forever. For Patton Bunker, they're life-saving. Virgil Wraith is happy enough to leave his past behind him; left forgotten like the scared little orphan he used to be. He's happy now; he has a steady job (sort of), two loving boyfriends, and he gets to travel as much as he wants. Being a consort to Prince Roman has good perks. But he remembers the injustices he saw. And when he sees his past haunting him from the horizon, he doesn't hesitate. This time, he can stop the pain.

Talking, Whether You Want To Or Not

Ship: Loceit Roman and Remus have plans to help their friends finally talk about their feelings. Remus does not follow the plan.

Crumbling

Being a good friend is hard. Its scary. It takes a lot of work. Patton often felt himself trying desperately to balance the line between doting dad-friend and clingy nuisance. It didn't help that there was an extra voice in his head these days, pointing out all the ways he had already failed. And then he finally pushed another friend too far. His smile was starting to shatter at the edges.

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Sexy club asks: The gift giving club was supposed to be a club where the three games protags could find time to relax with all the panic of their daily lives. But recently, all they seem to do is tell stories about how chaotic their lives are due to some horny babes (even from outside of their class)!

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Ah, the gift giving club.

President: Makoto Naegi

Vice President: Hajime Hinata

Treasurer: Shuichi Saihara

A club exclusively for those who give gifts out on a near daily basis, meaning it was a place just for them. I mean, Kaede qualified as well, but given its main purpose as a designated break room - they were sort of holding off on adding any more people just yet.

Especially, given their experiences with women recently.

"..."

"..."

"..."

Makoto sighed and was the first to speak up. "Rough week for you guys too?"

"Fucking Hell you wouldn't believe it..."

"Y-yeaaaah...."

Makoto pointed towards Shuichi. "You go first. I heard you were having some problems at your agency recently? With new hires?"

The emo detective's face flushed pink.

"...You could say that."

-

"M-maaahiiiruuuu~ I...I need to focus on on the case~" moaned Shuichi. It was dead at night and Shuichi would have been trying to collect evidence on a recent burglary. Mahiru had joined his agency, usually using her talent to take photos of the crime scene before he got to work...

But, now seems to solely focuses on jerking of Shuichi through his pants instead. "Q-quiet!! This is just...yeah! To clear your mind!! Just clearing your mind before we start. Just...relax~ Relax and focus on cumming for Big Si-erm! I-I mean, cumming so you can be in a calm state when investigating~"

"Oh, is Shuichi getting nervous? That's no good. Here...you can use these to steady yourself! I...I have been eating more of Hina's donuts to make them softer and, a-ah, bigger. T-to help provide immediate on-site comfort, of course!! It's all for the sake of the investigation!! So...please, indulge yourself~" Entering the room was Sakura Ogami. Needing some extra change for herself, Sakura joined Shuichi's agency to be a bodyguard for his crime scenes and organization itself. She had came inside for a break - overheard sounds of a thick cock being pumped - and just had to see for herself. Ignoring the brief jealousy against Mahiru for such boldness, she upped the ante by pulling down her shirt to flash her sweaty, incredibly milky boobs to Shuichi's face. Before promptly pulling his face in-between them.

Yeah, safe to say, not much work got done that day~

--

"God, yeah that sounds...rough." Hajime agreed, before a hand went to his head. "Reminds me of the situation I'm in right now..."

-

All Hajime wanted to do...

Was just in the library and read.

This was not reading!!!!

At the moment, Hajime was in the very back of the library, pants down and cock being ferociously sucked off. And by whom? Why it was none other than the de facto librarian herself, Toko Fukawa, who looking so lost in his sweaty, salty, meat. She dragged him there to tackle a 'noise complaint' (blatant lies)...in her own way~

"T-tookooooo!! D-damn it, I-I...I just wanna-ghhhh!!" He started, but a nother lick from her slimy tongue had him cringe in pleasure and stopped in his tracks.

"Keep this going?~ Why a-a-aren't you a c-cute l-little stud!!! Or rather, big stud?~ Eheheehe~ Sluuuuuuuuuuuuuurpppp! God, you taste amazing!! I wish I had 'her' tongue for this moment to savor this better!!" she wished before going back to bobbing his head on his meat stick.

Well...least no one else could see thi-

"GASP!!! H-hajimeeee!!! I-I knew it! I knew you were a degenerate!!!! I thought maybe a Reserve Course student would be different, but you clearly are just as much scum as the filthy men in this course as well!! I'll punish you!!!" Oh God, no. It was Tenko. For a moment, as the martial artist hovered over him, he thought she was going to kick his face in. However, instead, she not only dropped her skirt and panties, she sat down right on his face.

Smothering him with his fatty globes until Hajime eventually passed out from it...and from cumming his balls out down Toko's throat.

-

"T-tenko and Toko together...that's a deadly combo." Shuichi said, patting Hajime on the back. Though, now both Shuichi and Hajime were curious.

"So, Makoto, what did you face?"

With his face bright scarlet, the luckster pressed his fingers together.

"Weeeeeeeeeeeell...."

-

"C'mon, Makoto, this is a collab of a century!!! Just picture it!!! Your club of plain audience surrogates molds itself under me to create a proper Plain People Club! An audience for ordinary people, by ordinary people and empowers even more plainers like us!! It'd be amazing!! And do you know the best part?" Tsumugi smirked and with sudden force squeeze her tits together. Tits that had been jerking off Makoto for the past hour and having in a state of extreme pleasure. "I can do this...whenever you want~ So, what do you say?"

"Aaaaaaahh.....I-I....o-ohhh...." Makoto groaned, trying desperately not to give in. Knowing that the Hope of a sanctuary rest upon him to not be taken in by Tsumugi's words...or her phat tits!!! Though he really was about to cum...when Hiyoko burst into the room.

"HEY!!! Fuck off nerd!!!" With a mighty bump from her thicc hips, Hiyoko pushed Tsumugi away before smirking darkly at the wet cock in front of her. Turning around she flashed her mega thicc moneymaker at Makoto before plopping right on down his twitchy member.

"Teeheehee~ Please, forget that blue bitch!!! What you really wanna do is get you and all those losers in your silly club onto MY club to start it up!! The Domination Protection Club!! You lame-o's give me cash and I use that to keep you all off every other bully's menu? Seems like a fair deal, riiiight?~ Plus...you get this as a reward for each payment threshold you meet!!" Hiyoko said, grinding her soft cake onto Makoto's dick, taking pride in how close he was to cumming and selling the club's soul-!!!

-

"--But then Tsumugi tackled her off me. While they were fighting, I managed to sneak away." Both other guys looked at Makoto incredulously and with the deepest of sympathies.

"God, that sounds tiring...but at least we're safe here." Hajime said, sighing and leaning back in his chair.

Shuichi nodded, smiling and giving a thumbs up. "Yeah, it's just us for the next hour."

With his two friends in good spirits, Makoto couldn't help but give a reassuring nod. "Yep!! It's just our time at last to catch our breaths and-"

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

...

Who...who was at the door? All three made their way to the door window...and their face paled. All six mentioned women were at the door. All six looking incredibly horny. All six more than capable of finding a way in there.

The boys cocks twitched in fear and excitement.

Yeah, they wouldn't be safe at all~