#hopefully they aren’t too cliche

[jomarchswritingjacket]

a Bi Awakening Movie ™️ must have characters of different genders who are hot and cool. and also chaotic vibes. and that’s it

[acourtofwhatthefuck]

Practice On Me — Azriel x Reader

Summary: Young Azriel (twenty years old) in Windhaven. A deliciously cliche trope that’s always fun to write. You and Az are close friends, and that’s why he trusts you with a certain insecurity. And also why you come up with an interesting solution. Doesn’t mean it’s necessarily a good idea, though…

Word count: 4.5k.

Warnings: None.

These nights are cold and unforgiving.

The snow began hammering down in silent droves a couple of hours before. A thick layer of it now blankets the ground and paints the Windhaven camp a brutal white that makes you glance at the boots on your feet. Basic, brown boots that will be soaked and frozen by the time you reach your shoddy hovel of a house. You should have left at the sight of the first snowflake that kissed the ground.

But Rhysand’s mother’s cottage is warm and cosy in a way that yours isn’t. It lulls you to sit back rather than sit up, the fire crackling away in the corner and the smell of spilled ale tinging the air, Cassian’s clumsiness, of course. Your friends eyeball each other around the table, and this game of cards has been going on for too long, and you think your eyes might be growing heavy. If you don’t muster the energy to walk home now, you’ll regret it.

“I’m out.” You announce wisely, eyeing the pitiful deal of cards in your hands. You pile them atop of the table, stretching your arms above your head. The game continues around you.

Playing cards with Rhysand, Cassian and Azriel is always a little amusing — seeing them transform from boisterous, drunken fools to serious, suspicious competitors. They study each other across the top of their cards as if there are any real takings to be had by the winner — but Rhysand’s mother would have your heads if you actually gambled under her roof, so a pile of plastic buttons it is.

Certainly not an incentive to stay any longer.

You stand from your chair, earning curious looks from your three friends. To them, the night is young, at least while Rhys’s mother isn’t here to berate you about the late hour — two, three o’clock, perhaps — but to you, with an unpleasant journey across the camp still to be completed, the night is very much old and very much over.

“I’m heading home before the weather gets any worse.” You announce, plucking your jacket from the back of your chair. “Enjoy the rest of your game, ladies.”

Cassian snorts and Rhys studies his cards once more, ever the serious player, but it’s Azriel — Azriel, who places his dealt hand face-down on the table and also stands from his seat.

“I’ll walk with you.” He announces. Your other two friends don’t so much as bat an eyelash at the offer, because it’s a regular one, one you’ve heard a thousand times and one you know not to politely protest.

Azriel is your closest friend in this gods-forsaken place. And he will genuinely plunge a dagger into his heart before allowing you to brave your walk home alone.

So, you wait by the door as he shucks his jacket on, sliding warm gloves over his scarred hands. And then you’re opening the door, and a savage flurry of snow is pelting your face like it’s been waiting to attack.

“Fucking hell, close the door.” Cass grouses. “It’s glacial out there.”

As if, as Illyrians, the four of you aren’t used to the brutal temperatures. You roll your eyes at his whining and shove your hands into your pockets, before planting a boot into the thick layer of snow already on the ground. You grimace at how little protection your shoes afford you. Twenty years you’ve lived here. You should know better, be more prepared. Hopefully you can make it home before your feet turn to blocks of ice.

“Goodnight, assholes.” You call over your shoulder, and your friends momentarily break from their poker faces to return the sentiment. “Love you!”, Cassian calls, and “Keep warm!”, Rhysand reminds you, and then Azriel is following you out of the door.

“Cass is definitely losing that game.” The Shadowsinger immediately sidles close to you, his side pressed against yours. It doesn’t do much against the glowering cold, but it’s a comfort.

“I’m sure we’ll be able to hear it across the camp the moment he realises.” You breathe a laugh, curling in on yourself. Not only is the temperature simply unpleasant, but it also causes you pain — any extreme weather seems to make the ruined remains of your clipped wings twinge. You search for a subject to distract yourself from the sensation. “How come you didn’t invite Kaeda tonight?”

The name of Azriel’s recent interest has him angling himself towards you, snowflakes catching in his hair. He raises a dark eyebrow. “We’ve not moved past the casual stage yet. Certainly not enough to subject her to Cassian’s company.”

“Shame. It’d be nice to have another female around.” Rhysand’s cousin, Mor, sometimes comes to visit, and you have a few good female friends around the camp, but in your closest circle, you’re a little outnumbered.

Something that didn’t seem to matter so much when you were all younglings making mischief. But you’re adults now. Things are different. You are different.

Azriel presses his arm into yours. “If things progress, I’ll bring her to meet the three of you.”

That’d be nice, you think. To have another friend, and to see Azriel happy. See him appreciated. He deserves to be appreciated.

“And are they?” You press back. “Progressing?”

It’s then that there’s the slightest shift in his demeanour. Anyone else might not catch it — he’s the Shadowsinger, after all, and damn well guarded and cryptic and good at hiding what he’s thinking, feeling. But you’ve known him since you were mere, little runts, and you know every little mannerism.

Even in the freezing cold, Azriel blushes. Turns coy.

“What?” You urge, trying and failing to read him.

He gives a half-hearted shrug. “I want to kiss her.”

“Then why don’t you?

“I want to do it right. I don’t…I don’t want to fuck it up.”

The concern seems like a baseless one. You’re sure Azriel has kissed people before, although he’s always been considerably more reserved than Cassian and Rhys when it comes to females, and you’re not certain how far he’s ever gone. Of all the things you talk about, this isn’t usually one of them. You’re not sure why.

But you’ll help, if possible. You mull over his words as the two of you crunch through thick snow, more and more of it seeping into your useless shoes. The soles of them are worn, and you need a new pair, but you can ill afford it right now. Eventually, the cold starts to get painful, and you stop for a moment, leaning on Az’s arm as you swear quietly.

“There’s no way you’re making it home in those.” He’s totally right, of course. “I told you to get new ones.”

“And I told you, I can’t afford them.” Your toes are numb, now.

“I could fly you straight to your door—”

“Az, you know you can’t.” You sigh; the two of you have had this conversation countless times, because Az takes your safety very seriously indeed. “My father won’t like it.”

It’s not like your father isn’t aware that you’ve been friends with Az and the others since you were youngsters. But as you’ve gotten older, he’s only gotten more paranoid. The last person in the godsdamn universe he would want to think about you having relations with is any of your three closest friends. And if he so much as catches a whiff of them at your door, one of you is sure to pay for it.

Azriel knows you’re right, even if he doesn’t like it. He curses under his breath, and then his arms are snaking around you. “Alright. Hold on to me.”

“What are you…” You cling to him as much as your frozen fingers will allow. He’s always a little warmer than you are, and the feeling is pleasant. As pleasant as his scent is. So naturally, you press closer to him.

“We’ll go to the mead hall.” Azriel explains. “No one will be there now, but the hearths will still be warm. We can spend the night there, and I’ll fly you home in the morning when your father has left for the forge.”

The mead hall is where the Illyrian families across the camp congregate almost nightly to eat their dinner and learn of camp news. It mostly becomes an unpleasant atmosphere, with the males drinking too much and at least one fight certain to break out. You try to attend as little as possible, opting to eat your meals elsewhere, usually in the company of your friends, but your father sometimes insists that you accompany him and drag his drunken ass back home afterwards.

At this time of night, though, the brutes will have been long kicked out and sent home. The cooks will have followed soon after, and the only remaining presence in the long hall is the heat that filled the place. The mere thought of it is a mouthwatering one.

Unsurprisingly, it’s locked, and unsurprisingly, Azriel and his shadows get the door open as if it isn’t. He places you down in the entrance, and you’re immediately heading through to the mammoth dining hall, the warmth breathing out at you and thawing your frozen skin.

Az’s boots thud on the wooden floor after you, leaving little patches of melting snow in his wake. “I’ll get another fire going.”

You hop up onto one of the long wooden tables, first kicking off your sodden shoes and then stuffing your socks into them. You wiggle your toes, trying to generate some warmth into your pinkened feet.

You watch Azriel from across the room. The strands of his dark hair are damp and falling into his eyes, his skin cold-bitten. Sometimes, in moments like these, it stuns you how beautiful your closest friend is. You suppose it’s easy to forget, sometimes, when you’ve known somebody for so long; easy to become desensitised to their beauty. But looking at him like this, you’re sure he must have a whole line of suitors — both female and male — vying for his attention. Even if it’s something he never talks about.

To you, he’s just Az. And you can’t help snorting quietly as he so predictably scoops your shoes and socks up and places them by the fire he has lit.

A mother hen, truly.

“You should start to warm up any second.” He says, traipsing back over to where you’re sat. He slots himself between your legs, and his warmed hands cup your face. “I’m going to buy you a new pair of boots.”

“No you’re not.” You immediately quip, narrowing your eyes up at him. “I’ll buy them when my father chooses to pay me.”

You know it ticks him off — he, like the other adult males, gets a semi-decent wage for his commitment to the Illyrian army, the hours of training he puts in. You, on the other hand, might spend hours — days — helping out in your father’s forge, using the skills you’ve observed from him, and you’ll still only see the flash of a coin on a rare day that he decides he tolerates having a daughter, and that you’re not so bad, after all.

Hence why Azriel can afford a pair of boots, and you can’t. But you’ll not take his money.

So, you change the subject, relaxing into the pleasant sensation of his shadows tickling your skin, warming you. “Why would you fuck it up?”

Azriel’s face turns blank. “What?”

“You said you don’t want to fuck up kissing Kaeda. Why do you think you would?”

He stares back at you for a beat. And then his cheeks darken imperceptibly — nothing to do with the cold.

It surprises you. Az can be coy; shy, even. He’s the quietest of the three males in your circle. A pensive observer, never having much to say but certainly always having much to think about. And you know he has his insecurities, things that bother him, but he’s mostly sure of himself. Knows his power, his strength.

You’re not quite used to him balking from a subject. Becoming flustered by it.

“Has anyone complained about your technique before?” You cock an eyebrow, already knowing that no, they absolutely haven’t. Azriel has very full, kissable lips — something you’ve observed a couple of times before. In a totally platonic way, of course. Totally.

“I didn’t say that,” he lowers his gaze, “I—”

“Just go for it.” You reach up, pinching his flushed cheek between your fingers. “Jump right in and land one on Kaeda. Impress her with your kissing prowess—”

“You,” he tugs your hand away, “are so annoying—”

“The rest will naturally follow when you have your tongue in her mouth. Trust me. And then you’ll be wondering why you were worried in the first place—”

“Except that I’ve never kissed anybody before.”

Immediately, you fall still.

He may as well have shouted the words, from how loudly they seem to echo through the hall.

You stare up at your dear friend, and you blink. Wait for the punchline. Wait for a teasing grin to tug at the corner of his lips — something that very few people other than you get to witness — and for him to tell you that he’s jesting, and of course he’s kissed somebody before, and done a lot more stuff than that, too. All the stuff. Every bit of it. Over and over again—

“Let’s just drop it.” He murmurs, stepping away. You think you might have offended him with your silence, your surprise.

“Wait.” You blink, grasping hold of his arm. “Just…wait.”

He studies you. “Is it that much of a shock?”

Honestly? Yes, yes, it is. Because how did you not know this? You met Azriel when you were both eleven years old. Nine years ago. You faced puberty together and all the awkward things in between. And while you may not sit and discuss the ins and outs of your respective experiences, you simply assumed that his were progressing and evolving just as yours had. Cauldron, Rhys and Cassian stuck their cocks in different males and females every other week. You supposed you’d merely…grouped Azriel in with such things.

But when you think about it — really, truly think about it — Azriel is the only one of the three males who has never introduced another female to the group; no matter how short or fleeting their presence might be. You can’t pluck from your brain a single name he’s ever mentioned besides Kaeda — and that’s a very recent thing.

You’re still waiting a teeny, tiny, little bit for him to say he’s joking. But his cheeks are redder than ever.

“You’ve never kissed anyone.” You repeat, blinking at him.

He purses his lips. “I haven’t.”

“You’ve never pressed your lips to another person’s—”

“I think we’ve established that, Y/N.” He pivots, turning his back on you. “Just forget it.”

“No, wait, fuck, Az, you know I’m shit with words.” You reach for his hand. “Just…how come? Why have you never kissed anybody?”

His hand is tense in yours. You don’t like it. So many times, you’ve held his hand, felt his fingers fold around yours and your palms warm against each other’s. But he holds it limp, now, barely any weight to it. You give it a gentle squeeze.

He pauses. Then squeezes back.

And it’s then that you realise that’s where the problem lies — his hands. Scars.

“Az,” you sigh softly, tugging him closer to you. “Your hands are beautiful. A part of you, your story. Anyone worth knowing — worth kissing — will think the same.”

And gods, you mean the words with every tiny shred of your spirit and soul. There’s no one on the Mother’s green earth that you love more fiercely than the male in front of you. So kind, despite the hatred that’s been shown to him. So gentle, despite the brutality of your environment. He’s wiped your tears and kept you warm and shared his food and given you a place to sleep when your father has made your life particularly difficult. Platonic soulmates exist, and Azriel is yours.

He turns back to you and keeps hold of your hand. And he chews his bottom lip as he says, “I do know that. I know that not everybody is judgemental. But it’s not just the scars.”

You brush your thumb over the back of his palm. “What else is it?”

“I just simply don’t know…how. Fuck, theoretically, of course I know how kissing works. I’ve seen it more than enough. But that doesn’t mean I’ll be any good at it. I could be awful, for all I know.”

You highly, highly doubt that to be the case. “You just…practice. Until you know what you like. Until you know your technique.”

Hazel eyes study you curiously. “So…you have, then. Practiced.”

It’s rather strange, but a sudden, random slither of guilt presses down on your shoulders. Silly, because Azriel would never begrudge you your experiences — and you’ve had plenty of them, good and bad.

But in that moment, you want nothing more than to be able to tell him that you, too, have never kissed anybody. That you’ve never touched anybody or lain with anybody. That you’re just as inexperienced and clueless as he is.

But that would be a bare-faced lie. And you and Azriel do not lie to each other.

So perhaps it’s the guilt that causes you to blurt out, “Practice on me.”

Azriel blinks at you. His hand slackens in yours. “What?”

And fuck, you’ve said it now. You’re not sure whether or not you even meant to, but you think it’d be more awkward to retract the words than stand by them and ride them out. You square your shoulders. Try to seem sure, confident.

“Practice kissing with me.”

The poor male is completely dumbfounded. “You’re…my friend.”

“Yes, Azriel. That’s why I’m offering. Practice on me, refine your technique, and then you can apply that confidence to Kaeda.”

“Practice…on you…”

“I’m trying really hard not to be offended by the disgust that’s on your face right now.”

“Shit, no, that’s not—”

“You know what? Forget I said that. Dumb idea. Terrible idea. Forget I even mentioned it.”

Az stares at you. And you don’t want to balk from the eye contact, but you also totally want to throw yourself in the fire, because it would burn less than your embarrassment right now.

And then he says, “Is it a serious offer?”

You lift one shoulder into a shrug. “Why not?”

Oh, there are a million fucking reasons why not. The most pressing being that yours and Azriel’s friendship is, perhaps, the most stable thing in your life. Certainly the most precious and treasured. Rocking that is a very bad idea, indeed.

And you think, for a moment, that that’s precisely what Az is going to tell you. He has that look on his face that he usually gets when you’re about to do something stupid. The one where he chews the inside of his cheek and his eyes rove your face.

But then the word leaves him, quiet and a little breathless, “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“I accept your offer.”

He—damn. You didn’t think this far; suppose you didn’t expect him to actually agree. And yet here he is, agreeing.

Suddenly, you feel like you’ve never kissed anybody, either.

But you’re supposed to be guiding him here. So you sit up straight. Lift your chin. Azriel watches, eyeing you a little like you’re a creature he’s never seen before. The bewilderment on his face squeezes your heart a bit.

“Do you want to do it now?” You ask.

He swallows. And his eyes fall down to your lips before flicking back to meet yours. “I suppose there’s no time like the present.”

And there isn’t. The two of you are here alone, no background noise from Cassian or Rhysand to battle with. It’s just you and Azriel. Your eyes. Your mouths.

You realise you’re still holding his hand, and so you use it to pull him closer to you, slot him back between your legs. You’re certain he’s trembling, and you are, too.

“Just take your time.” You tell him. “Let your body lead. Do what feels natural.”

He gives a stiff nod. And pauses. “And you promise to be honest afterwards? About how it was?”

Your eyes soften. “Always, Az.”

He nods again, and then he’s sucking in a slow, steadying breath. You remain still, allowing him to make the first move, to do whatever he wants.

There’s a pause of heavy silence, and then he dips his head. Kisses you once.

It’s a quick, closed-mouth kiss. Sweet, if not a little stiff and awkward. But you know Azriel is testing the waters, deciding whether he truly wants to do this. If he surmises that he absolutely doesn’t, you’ll stop, say no more about it. You keep still and allow him to decide.

And when he pulls back to study you, you give him a reassuring smile. One that silently communicates, I’m fine, we’re fine, this is fine.

It seems to give him the little boost he needs.

He swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. Slowly, he slips his hand out of yours, and you allow him to. You watch as he inches even closer. Moves his hands up to rest at either side of your face.

When he’s cupping your cheeks, his eyes meet yours, and he whispers. “Is this okay?”

You squeeze his forearm once. “It’s fine, Az. Do whatever you feel you want to do. I’ll tell you if I don’t like anything.”

He nods, and his gaze drags down to your lips. You’re still, careful, not moving until he’s ready to. And maybe he’ll not feel ready. Maybe he’ll stop this and pull back and decide it’s a terrible idea—

No.

Azriel’s thumb sweeps over your cheek. And then he leans in and presses his mouth to yours a second time.

This time, it’s different — you can tell straight away.

It starts out slow, his lips exploring yours, moulding to the shape of them. The kiss is a caress on your mouth, and it’s a damn good start. You find yourself leaning into it. Kissing back.

For a split second, you feel Az pause. But then his hand is cupping your cheek firmer, the heat of his palm meeting the heat of your face and making you forget how cold you were only minutes ago. Az’s lips part, and so naturally, yours do the same. You kiss him gladly.

And he’s not bad at all. You’ve kissed far more experienced males with far worse technique. Azriel may be nervous and tentative, but there’s something there, lurking beneath the surface. Something that will grow with the right encouragement, the right amount of confidence.

You…you want to give him both.

But it’s important to remember why you’re doing this. For his sake. So he can comfortably kiss the female he’s interested in.

You part from him momentarily, his breath fanning your lips as you ask him, “Are you doing okay?”

“I am.” There’s a rasp to his voice. “Are you?”

“I’m doing great.”

And you are. The weight of Azriel’s hand on your cheek is surprisingly pleasant. This exploration is new, and it’s thrilling, and it’s nice. It feels…nice.

“Do you want to keep going?” You know what you want to do. “Or would you like to stop? Whatever you want, Az.”

He swallows again. “I want to keep going.”

You nod, and in gentle encouragement, you move your hands to rest at his waist. You must be imagining the slight tremor that wracks through Azriel’s body in that moment. Or perhaps it’s just a coincidence.

There’s no time to think, because he dips his head and catches your lips faster this time. He tilts your head up, applying a little bit of pressure to your mouth. Your lips part, and so do his.

Az’s tongue seems to tease the seam of your lips. And then he slides it into your mouth.

His taste invades you so suddenly, so thoroughly, that you gasp. It’s something rough and smoky. Rugged and pleasant. You can’t think of the exact words as his tongue meets yours, and nor do you care to. All you want to do is reciprocate. Kiss him.

You scoot forward on the table, lifting yourself up slightly to add a touch more fervour to the kiss. Your tongue rolls around Azriel’s, and it’s so damn good, so damn sinful, so damn unexpected.

You’re aware, somewhat, of Azriel’s hand slipping from your cheek and resting at the column of your neck. And he licks at the roof of your mouth, and at your tongue, and somehow at every part of you that has you wanting more. His lips work perfectly with yours, not faltering once.

In that moment, you might forget who you are and what your life story is, but you don’t think you’ll ever forget this — this kiss of pure, salacious, unguarded need. If this is what Azriel kisses like for the first time, you can’t imagine how he could possibly progress. How it could get better than this.

One of you makes a needy little noise — you think it might have come from him, but it lands in your mouth, anyway. And then you’re being yanked closer, and your hands are moving up to tangle within Azriel’s hair, and you’re tugging the strands and pulling him against you and kissing him so desperately that you’re sure you’re going to feel it days, weeks, months from now. Azriel’s fingers knead the back of your neck, and your legs snake around his waist, locking him in.

There’s movement. Natural, pleasant movement — you, him, both of you together, moving and shifting.

You don’t know at which point you’re lying back on the table, or which of you made it happen; but suddenly Azriel is hovering over you, his body flush to yours, too-hot parts of you meeting too-hot parts of him.

The kiss is burning, and needy, and you writhe beneath him, and he writhes on top of you, and he’s pressing against you, and you both groan.

And then Az breaks away.

He doesn’t move far — just rips his lips from yours.

You’re both panting, breathing so hard that your heaving chests touch with every breath. Azriel blinks down at you, and you blink up at him.

And in that moment, you become aware of just how far this has slipped. He’s basically lying on top of you, his body moving with yours. Your scents have changed and combined, and you both know what the earthier, deeper quality to them means.

That you got a little carried away. And this needs to stop — now.

Azriel stares down at you, panting against your mouth as your heart thunders in your ears.

“Fuck.” Is all he says.

azriel tags: @hanasakr @positivewitch @ruler-of-hades @brekkershadowsinger @nightscourtt @imperfect0angel @luna-1-3-5 @hyacinthoideshispanica @lucyysthings @lahoete @littlemoonash @blacksstarrynight @azriels-mate123 @ghostly-poetic @frieddesigninspiringquotesslime @a-frog-with-a-laptop @illyriansimp @morrie-rose @passingthroughfireandshadow @illyrian-dreamer @azrielsbabyg @96jnie @mich0731 @mulansaucey @truthtellerfanclub @acourtofbooksandmagic @insightsonmylife @basicbittywitty @curbside-cyanide @acourtofchaosandmess @123345566 @starrynights-frostbites @eos-princess @thesillyyogourt @ona-raising-07-l @acediahamartia @dontfollowmepleaseitsannoying @polli05927 @asdfjklbooks @azriel-luvr @amysangel @humanpersonlasttimeichecked @wildflowernightmere @audie-writes @aaronwarnerswifereal @starxqt @lulufairbank @laurzwrites @livelaughlovenestaarcheron @girlwith-thecinder-blockgarden

[confused-lover]

Um hello! I saw your asks were open! If it's not too big of a deal, could I ask for Ace and Deuce fighting over who gets to confess to reader first?

A Fight For Love

thank you for the request! hope you enjoy this <3

Ace x reader / Deuce x reader Summary: Ace and Deuce fighting over who gets to confess to reader first. Warnings: Yuu!reader, (english is not my first language)

You could hear a commotion from the common room. You aren’t supposed to have anybody over today, your sweet day off from all the bullshit this campus has brought upon you since day 1.

But obviously, the universe had other plans. It’s when you hear a loud meow and a crash that you finally acknowledge what will most likely transform your afternoon into a wild goose chase for a solution to a problem you have nothing to do with. 

Sometimes you wonder how the world was able to go on without anybody's extinction before you came along. 

It’s with a sigh that you get up from your newly bought bed (Epel somehow, someway, destroyed the previous one) and walk from your bedroom to the corridor, to the stairs, and finally to the common room, where you find before you what could only be considered a scene from a shitty comedy show from the early 2000s. 

Ace with a chair in his raised hands, ready to throw it at his opponent. What shocks you from that vision is the fact that the chair in his hands is from his own dorm, which means he has to have brought it with him himself, for some reason. 

Deuce has Grim in his right hand and a pillow in the other and you can see the cat trying to scratch his attacker for freedom.

Poor Jack in the middle with both his hands put in a position to stop the idiot duo and his body angled to shield Epel who until that point looked unbothered from all the chaos. 

Thankfully the moment you enter the room everybody has the dignity to either look shocked and apologetic or downright embarrassed. Grim takes his chance to jump away from Deuce’s hands and runs to you.

“What the hell is everybody doing and why are you doing it in my dorm? Of all the places in the world!” Now that’s when they all look down, trying to make themselves look pathetic in your eyes to hopefully not get an earful from you.

“He started it!”

“He started it!”

“I didn’t even do anything!”

“I’m sorry, I was trying to stop them!”

“Myaah!”

They all scream in unison making your head spin and they continue to do so, screaming at each other who did what to whom for that reason and the other. ‘It was my idea first!’ ‘I thought about it before you!’ ‘I care about it more!’ ‘I’m older’! Blah, blah, blah. Excuses, excuses, excuses. Couldn’t they be more cliche?

“STOP! Everybody out! I don’t know what’s going on and I honestly don’t care. It’s my day off so whatever problem you’ve brought upon yourselves, deal with it. On your own.”

Miraculously they all leave without saying a single word. In your heart, you know that this is something that you’ll have to help solve one way or the other. Since the day you came to this freakish land is like you’ve become the go-to problem solver and everybody else has lost the ability to be independent. But one thing at a time, now the most important thing to do is go upstairs, get under those warm fluffy blankets, and take a fat nap. 

· · ────── ·𖥸· ────── · ·

“Oh Great Seven, now she’s angry with us. Again!”

“Ace, stop whining as if it’s not your doing as well.”

The duo continues to bicker back and forth until they reach their dorm room. Jack and Epel left them the moment they saw a chance to escape their idiocy, so it’s only the two of them. The two of them who are immediately confronted by their oh-so-lovely, red-faced, angry housewarden.

Once Ace is able to tuck himself to bed without breaking his neck due to the collar now attached to it, he thinks that maybe stealing a chair wasn’t one of his brightest ideas…

· · ────── ·𖥸· ────── · ·

Monday, dreadful dreadful Monday. 

Like every day the two idiots are waiting for you outside of your dorm so that you can walk together to your respective classes, but before you can even reach them you can already hear them bickering and arguing over Seven knows what.

“Ok, this is getting tiring. What are you two babbling about that is getting you so worked up?” 

“I need to tell you something!”

“I need to tell you something!”

Again with the screaming over each other. “Well unfortunately I can’t hear both of you at the same time so you’ll have to decide who goes first. So?” That’s when they choose to remain silent and not say a word. You honestly have no idea how you’ve been able to hang out with these two without going mad. “Whatever, if you don’t want to talk then so be it, just deal with this thing on your own and make peace, we don’t want to get in trouble again, do we?”

They both nod their head in agreement and start walking to the school with you.

· · ────── ·𖥸· ────── · ·

They find themselves in their dorm room at the end of the day, trying to come to a decision without it becoming a brawl. Riddle is already weary of them after yesterday's shenanigans.

“I really want to go first! If you say it before me I won’t have the courage to say it ever again! You wouldn’t have these reservations and you know it!” Deuce whines.

“Ok, but what if the prefect hears you first and immediately agrees to go out? Then I won’t be able to get a date! I want to go first!”

“Fine! I don’t want you to say it first and you don’t want me to say it first. I get it. Then let’s come to an agreement, who can get the prefect alone first gets to ask first, that way it’s fate that gets to decide. Do you accept?” Ace at that grumbles a bit but ultimately shakes Deuce's hand and seals the deal. Tomorrow the game begins

You wake up, dress up, and meet the guys outside. The routine goes on without a hitch, whatever they did to deal with their problem worked because you don’t hear them argue all day. Granted it seems like they don’t want to leave your side either, nearly asking if they can come to the bathroom with you, but a win is a win and you learned to take what you can get. The only moment of reprise you get for the day is when the duo as to leave in the afternoon to go to their respective clubs, well not exactly, they did ask you if you would come with them to hang out a bit more but with how tiring the day has been you decline and tell them that you were going to relax a bit around the campus and to text you once they’re done if they still want to spend time with you.

You were in the library trying to learn about fae history when you hear hurried footsteps coming towards you. Most likely Ace since he told you that he got out of basketball practice early and asked if he could talk to you.

When you finally see him he’s sweating profusely and has a stink clinging to him.

“Did you seriously come here directly without at least taking a shower? You smell so bad, dude!”

He doesn’t seem to care about your statement and simply straightens up and looks at you with a solemn expression. 

“Dear prefect, there is a very important thing that I must make you aware of!”

“Dude calm down, you’re being really weird right now.” While you study him, trying to ascertain his well-being, all he does is blush.

“IhaveacrushonyouandIwouldliketogooutwithyou!”

“...what?” And now he looks even more embarrassed, the poor guy can’t catch a break. He speaks clearly and slowly now, trying to make sure to use the right words.

“I’ve liked you for a while now. You’re funny, strong, and proud. You’re a great person and an even better friend and I would be honored if you’d agree to go out on a date with me.”

He is looking right into your eyes, hoping to be able to discern your feelings after his confession.

“Oh, sure. That’d be nice” 

“What? That’s it? It’s that easy?”

“I mean, why shouldn’t it be? You like me, I like you, let’s go out. Simple really.”

“Sweet!” He smiles to himself and walks away, not saying another word. It’s only when he’s halfway to his room that what you just said sinks in.

“WAIT! THEY LIKE ME?!”

The botanical gardens have a charm to them, they are always a little warmer than the outside world, a little humid, and full of plants with colorful flowers and fun-shaped leaves. It’s a relaxing place to be in, no wonder Leona has a habit of sleeping here so often.

You were enjoying the beauty of a flower, one that resembles a chrysanthemum, tho not exactly.

Somebody clears their throat behind you and when you turn around you see Deuce standing a few feet away from you. He gives you a small smile and gestures for you to sit down on one of the benches with him. He takes your hands in his and looks briefly into your eyes just to then look back down at your intertwined hands.

“Listen, I have to tell you something and it’s very important”

“What did you do this time? I promise I won’t be mad,” He raises his head so fast with a panicked face.

“NO! You got it all wrong! I’m not in trouble! I’m in love with you! … I wasn’t supposed to say it like that…”

“Oh, well how were you supposed to say it then?” You tilt your head lightly trying to not make him more sad than he already is.

“I had this whole speech prepared. I wanted to say all these nice things…” And how can you not feel something pull at your heartstrings just by looking into those puppy dog eyes?

“Well, how about you tell me all about how much of an amazing person I am on our date? Saturday for lunch? At Mostro Lounge? Azul owes me a favor still so we might even be able to eat for free,” The look of pure unadulterated wonder in his eyes is enough to make you smile. Tho the scream he lets out does make you wince in pain a bit. Your ears are gonna need to be checked out.

[deathblacksmoke]

and i want you for all time | jolly x reader

pairing: jolly karlsson x reader

cw: just very soft things <3 marriage proposals, foiled plans, plotting & scheming, one oblivious boy

word count: ~900

author’s note: ages ago, an anon requested a jolly proposal. i finally got inspiration, with a little twist 🩷

title from “wichita lineman” by glen campbell

He doesn’t know you know.

He’s blissfully unaware that you were waking up from your nap, no longer asleep, when he slipped the ring sizer onto your finger. He doesn’t know that you’d seen the text, right before he had unsent it, asking someone if they had time that week to help him with ring shopping.

“What did you unsend?” you’d gone into the living room to ask him, just to see what he’d say.

“Sorry, it was for Matt and Noah,” he’d responded, thinking he was being slick. You could read the fib all over his face. “Asking about rehearsals. I wasn’t paying attention.”

“Oh, okay,” you’d conceded, allowing him to think his secret was still safe.

He didn’t know that you’d gone into the nightstand on his side of the bed, looking for Advil, and found a tiny red velvet box. You didn’t go so far as to look inside, letting him keep the mystery, but your heart skipped with excitement, your hands shaking.

He doesn’t know you have a little plan of your own, too.

He’s been so overly excited by his own plot that he’s been uncareful, distracted — he hasn’t had the time to notice what you’ve been doing.

He doesn’t have the faintest idea that the moment you saw the unsent text, you decided you wanted to beat him to it. He has no clue about the pretty white gold band you’d been eyeing, that you decided to pull the trigger on the moment you knew.

He underestimates how well you can read him — after all these years together, you always find yourself a step ahead of him. Even if you didn’t know about his plans, treating you to a gift certificate to the nail salon the day before a planned picnic in the park would have given him away.

Luckily you don’t care much for surprises; you don’t need them. The only thing you need is Jolly, and the effort he puts forth is the only thing you need to keep the excitement. You would be happy if he proposed with a ring pop, or a piece of string, or a torn piece of notebook paper. As long as you get to spend your life with him.

He deserves the surprise and excitement that he tries so hard to create for you, and you almost feel bad co-opting the day that he created so he could ask you. Knowing him, he’ll be able to find the humor in it, the joy in a moment not going as planned — a moment hopefully going better than planned.

He pulled out all the stops, brought all your favorites, and his guitar. He’s such a cliche sometimes. You sit cross-legged on the brand new quilt he’d purchased for the occasion, while he lies with his head in your lap. You braid flowers into his hair, and his eyes are closed, soothed. He’s so gorgeous like this.

You aren’t quite sure what his plan is, when the question is coming. Judging by the way his hand fidgets in his jacket pocket, you don’t have much time.

“Hey, Jolls,” you say, getting a hum in return. You run your fingers through his hair, hoping he won’t notice how badly you’re shaking. “I wanted to ask you something.”

He opens his eyes with a vague look of concern — he’s so focused on you, as he always is, but right now you feel like you’re burning. There’s a question in his gaze, and you decide to get on with it.

“I got this for you,” you start, pulling the ring out of your front pocket, holding it up in front of him. A soft smile spreads across his face, a twinkle in his eye. “Will you marry me?”

His eyes go as wide as you’ve ever seen them, before he scrambles up to sit in front of you.

“Are you serious?” he asks, his voice shaking. He takes the ring from your hand, not bothering to answer before he slides it on his finger. He takes the little red box out of his pocket, opens it and presents it to you. It’s the perfect thing, just what you would pick for yourself. “I was going to ask you today.”

“I know, darling,” you tell him, and he has the nerve to look surprised. You take the box from his hand, admire the ring for a moment before closing it and taking his hand in yours. “You’re awful at keeping secrets, Joakim.”

His cheeks flush the prettiest shade of pink. His eyes cast down to your joined hands, flips them over to look at the ring on his finger. Without needing to ask, he opens the box again, slipping the ring onto your finger, too.

“I wish you’d let me ask you,” he says under his breath. It’s clear to you that he isn’t actually upset. You won’t allow yourself to feel guilty anymore, not when he’s smiling like that, cheeks tinged and hands shaking in yours.

“Wanted to do something sweet for you,” you respond, and he brings your hand up to his mouth, pressing kisses along your knuckles. “You were dragging your feet anyway.”

You barely get the words out before he tackles you to the ground, both erupting into a fit of giggles and sweet kisses.

tags <3

@circle-with-me @darksigns-exe @baddestomens @sitkowski @ladyveronikawrites

@mysticdoodlez @somebodyels3 @sorrowsofsilence @collapsedglasshouses @cookiesupplier

@spicywhenspeaking @fadingangelwisp @lma1986 @abiomens @agravemisstake

@cncohshit @dominuslunae @poisongirl616 @iknownothingpeople @thisbicc

@alwaysfightforwhoyouare @theanarchymuse95 @shilohrosechicken

[malk1ns]

october 25 2024 @ oilers, 4-0 loss

winner's room. exists in the same world as these two fics.

Sid waits until Connor’s half-dressed and humming to himself before he brings it up.

“Do you want to talk about the playoffs?” he asks, finishing off his Gatorade and eyeing Connor as he jumps, then frowns, then hunches in on himself. Exactly what Sid was trying to avoid. “We don’t have to. Just, I know that’s almost harder than not making it at all.” He’s got firsthand knowledge of all sides of this now, Sid thinks to himself. Play long enough and you can come up with advice for almost any scenario imaginable.

“Um,” Connor starts, sinking into the chair across from the bed Sid’s sprawled over. His hair is a mess. “I mean. When it came down to it, I wasn’t able to get it done.” He shrugs, trying to look unbothered, but Sid sees right through that to the tight line of pain he’s holding back. “Hopefully next time—if there’s a next time—I’ll do better.”

“Connor,” Sid says gently, “you do realize you broke two records for playoff production in the spring, right?” Geno had pouted for days over that, muttering that his playoff run was still better because they actually won. Sid doesn’t disagree, but that doesn’t make Connor’s accomplishment meaningless. “Not a lot more you could have been better at.”

Connor presses his lips together. “I didn’t get a single point the last two games,” he says tightly, and Sid does his best to hide his wince because—yeah. “How can I expect the team to carry me when it counts the most? It’s my job to step up and perform in high-pressure situations, and I couldn’t do it.” He sounds a little canned, and Sid wonders who he’s got in his ear. Whoever it is, they aren’t good at motivation.

“You got them there, though,” he points out, standing to tug on his sweatpants. He’s still half-hard, but he’d waved Connor’s offer of reciprocity off; he’s got something better on offer in his hotel room when they get to Vancouver. “You can’t do everything, yeah? Nobody can be the best player on the ice every game. You pushed them to game 7.” He reaches up to stretch out his lower back, groaning in satisfaction as something in his spine pops. “Look, it sounds cliche and stupid, but the finals are basically like an entirely different game. The playoffs aren’t like the regular season, but the finals…they’re their own thing. And you can’t know that until you’ve been there. You can’t prepare for it. So…” Sid pulls on his shirt and swipes his phone off the nightstand, not even bothering to look at his notifications. “Now you’ve been there. Now you know. Next time, you’ll be ready.”

“Thanks,” Connor’s voice is small as he stares down at the floor. When Sid walks past him, he looks up. “Hey, hang on, you…did you want to talk about how your season is going, or…” He looks awkward.

Sid snorts and pats his shoulder. “Kid,” he says, because it makes Connor turn pink and Sid’s not above finding pleasure in the little things these days, “I don’t need you to try and make me feel better about you guys taking us to school tonight, ok? Last season was…for a lot of reasons it was hard. But I’m fine. Things are fine now.” He squeezes Connor’s neck, just for a second, then steps away, peering at himself in the little mirror next to the door. His hair is messy and there’s a bruise blooming low on his throat, but overall he looks presentable. “Catch you in Pittsburgh in a bit, yeah? Call me any time.”

Connor mumbles something after him, but Sid doesn’t hang around to wait, stepping out of the door and instinctively looking down the hall.

Geno’s there, just like Sid knew he would be, but— Leon Draisaitl is there too, slumped against the opposite wall from Geno with his arms crossed.

Sid has to bite back a laugh. Geno’s scrolling his phone, pretending like he doesn’t even know Draisaitl is barely five feet from him, and Draisaitl has a look about him like he’s regretting every decision that’s brought him to this corridor but can’t turn back and undo it now.

“Leon,” Sid says, eyebrows going up when both of them snap their heads to look at him. “Good to see you, man.” He hitches his thumb back over his shoulder. “Your boy just needed a few minutes, he’ll be out soon.”

Leon draws his eyebrows together, dropping his eyes to look at Sid’s neck, right where the hickey Connor left is. Sid waits, smiling big and guileless when Leon meets his gaze again. Leon turns red, mutters thanks, and slips past Sid to stand outside the door like a sentinel.

Sid shakes his head, then turns to Geno, his smile melting into something real. “Hey, babe,” he says, stepping forward and meeting Geno’s open arms. “You ready to go?”

Geno clings to him for a minute, then pulls back, holding Sid’s shoulders and looking him over. “Okay?” he asks, a holdover from their first few years in the league, when their winner’s room experiences hadn’t been quite so harmlessly satisfying. They both have some scars from those days. “He’s not mean?”

Sid laughs. “He was boned up before I even got in there, I just pulled him into my lap and jerked him off, it took like two minutes,” he says, ignoring the strangled sound from Draisaitl behind him as Geno tucks him under his arm. “I asked him about the finals, you know, how he’s doing. Tough to lose like that.”

Geno hums. He’s got his toque pulled down practically over his eyes, and Sid can’t wait to get him off the plane and into their Vancouver room; he’s still horny from Connor gasping and squirming in his lap earlier, but it’ll keep. “He’s do better next time. Have to learn.”

“Yeah,” Sid sighs, leaning into Geno’s side as they walk towards the parking lot where the bus is waiting. “That’s what I told him. He won’t believe me until it happens, though, you know how it is.”

Geno doesn’t respond, but his arm around Sid tightens.

[bitchlessdino]

TPC: Seungcheol hot tub sexcapades

Series

Pairing: afab!reader x seungcheol

Genre: smut

Word count: 2.6k

tags: virgin!reader, mention of body image issues, mention of adult content, mentions of tresspasing, mentions of drinking alcohol, smut but not sex? nag!seungcheol, heavy making out, oral (reader rec.), fingering

Summary: At the grown age you are, you were very much ready to lose this social construct that is your virginity, and who better to lose it to than the hottest guy at the party.

author note: i haven't touched this in so long. Happy to have them back and with cheol of all people. hopefully finishing this soon bc it looks like I have another mile stone Im about to hit.

Tag list: @iwouldbangchan @1uvlywon @just-here-to-read-01 @candidupped @minnie-mouser22 @shiningstar-byulxx @90s-belladonna @misssugarlips @tommolex @hoeforhao @honglynights @homerunhansol @dkakapizzaboy @junhui-recs @svtup @buffhoshi @meowmeowminnie @caratochan @lovebot4han @lovelyhan

The only times you’ve cum were by the will of your own hand. It’s embarrassing to admit, but you are painfully a virgin.

High school wasn’t great to you and neither is college, but it came at a point in time you were ready to get it over with. God, did you sound like some cliche. Not any more cliche than this party you’re at though. Drunk, horny, high. Almost everyone there was one, two, or all of the above. 

You aren’t all that different. Especially after landing your eyes on possibly the best lay you could have. His eyes round like planets, shining brighter than any star in the sky. His hair is coiffed more perfect than the head of any Ken doll. And his lips, so naturally pouty and biteable, sinking your teeth into his bottom lip would taste sex alone. 

“Ooh, he's a good one. Nice eye.” 

“Em, I can’t,” you say, shaking your head at your friend. “Look at him. He’s too out of my league. What would I even say? Hey, you’re really hot, wanna take my virginity sometime? Are you kidding me?”

“Why the fuck not? You’re hot, he’s hot. You would make the hottest porno ever to exist—if that was your plan.” She adds that last part after seeing the panicked look in your eyes.

“Yeah,” You reply, rolling your eyes. “Hot stud steals V card from loser virgin.”

“There’s a market for that,” she nudges.

“Whatever. I’ll probably just look for someone more approachable.”

“Hey, the worst thing about coming up to him is he says he isn’t interested.”

“And how is that not at all traumatizing?”

“It’s life. Just be willing to walk through it.”

With a bit more convincing, somehow she’s managed to push you toward him. Your sneakers dragged against the floorboards, hands shaking in anticipation. In a split second, his bored gaze lands on you, and a chilling strike runs down your spine. It halts your step. Time slows down as the corner of his lips slowly turns up. His chin lifts up to greet you nonverbally, waiting for you to come closer.

You finally reach him, eyes following you like a hawk, you try to relax in his presence. Emphasis on try because besides the music, all you can hear is the pounding in your chest that travels to your ears. You release a shallow breath before saying “hi,” really wishing now you accepted that drink earlier when you arrived.

“Hi.” His voice was deep, yet mellow. “Having a good night?”

“I think so. You?”

“You can say that.” He briefly nods off to scan the party. “Could be better though.”

“How so?”

“It just,” he simply shrugs his shoulders, “could be better.”

You take a second to think about how you can turn this around in your favor. Strategizing happens to be one of your many amazing qualities. Like a light bulb appearing above your head, you remind yourself of the neighborhood you’re in and how familiar you are with it than you realize. “What if I told you I knew a place we can use a hot tub? No one home, all to ourselves.”

“I’d say, ‘hi, I’m Seungcheol. Pleasure to meet you. What’s this about a hot tub?’”

You make your grand escape from the party to take Seungcheol to a neighbor's house that you’re used to babysitting. As far as you know, they’re on a vacay to the Bahamas and won't be back until next weekend. That means you have all the freedom to hop over the fence to their backyard with an unlikely chance of getting caught.

“So, how do you know this place we’re trespassing?”

“I know the owners. I’m sure they wouldn’t mind.”

You turn on the hot tub and watch as the bubbles start to form, your smile doing just the same. Your eyes shift from the water to him nervously. “Just takes a few seconds. Meanwhile…” Your fingers fiddle with the bottom hem of your shirt, raising it past your mid-drift. Your nails graze up your sides as your shirt is pulled over your head, revealing imperfect skin, an imperfect body, scantily clad by beige–your safe color–lace and ribbon. “We can’t get our clothes wet.”

It took time for you to give your body the love it deserves and some days you still feel it’s not worth it, but at the end of the day, you’re the one living in it. You had it only in yourself to love it the most, even if you made it the reason you’ve gotten this far without popping your cherry. Your worst critic would always be yourself, after all.

Even in this backyard, where Seungcheol can't even bear to tear his eyes away from you. He draws in a breath, quietly scoffing to himself as he outlines the shape of your body. To him, the evening air smells delicious with the addition of the view. And no, he wasn’t looking at the full moon tonight.

The sensation in his chest deepens when your shorts are released from their top button, falling to your ankles after the zipper is pulled down. “Well?”

He looks up after your eruption of giggles, watching as your toe is first to dip in the warm water. Inch by inch, your body gets submerged, raising your internal body temperature by several degrees. He breaks away from your gaze with a smug smile, finally removing articles of his clothes, starting with his shirt. 

An Adonis body perfectly matching his Adonis face. Chiseled all over, his muscles stood taunt on his figure. He joins, sitting across from you, sharing the heat of the surrounding water, now glistening his skin in the beautiful twilight. You could devour every inch of him.

“This is nice.”

“I told you. Would take this baby out when the kids I babysit are asleep. Let my mind go blank for an hour or two.”

He nods at that, silent after.

“This is actually the first time I brought someone, always too scared about getting caught on the job. Haha.” Why would you say that?

You shut your eyes in embarrassment but tried to get over the initial cringe of your words before changing the subject. “So, do you always follow strangers at the mention of a hot tub?”

“Not always, but I find it better not to question most things. More fun that way. Do you always lure strangers into intimate and private settings?”

“No, but so far I have no complaints.”

He gives you a closed-mouth grin, now making you wonder about the smile he’s hiding behind those lips. “Let’s hope I keep it that way.”

The air is thick with tension, even six feet apart from each other. Most men would pretend not to look, but not Seungcheol. His eyes stayed stuck to you, dark and stormy in stark contrast to the clear skies faintly illuminated by the lawn lights and barely there stars. You are almost sure he wants you at least a third as much as you want him, but he made no gesture in approaching you first, so you dangle yourself in front of him. 

Lifting off your seat, your breasts bounce up from the water it once floated in into the cool, crisp air. You saunter in his direction until you're mere centimeters away from him, supremely conscious of the pure sex radiating off his pristinely large build. “It’s gonna sound like a cliche, but I don’t do this kind of thing. I’m usually a by-the-books person.”

“What’s changed?”

Your hand reaches for his bicep, hard and pulsing under your fingertips, and you pull yourself towards him, knees bent on either side of his thick thighs until you're straddling him. Your eye level ascends until you’re looking down at him, his irises dilating once he sees you and feels your soft curves meet his deep hollows. “You look more fun than books.”

“So what, you’re gonna do things differently with me?” You feel the pad of his fingers ghost over your spine, shivers following, causing you to arch into him with a gasp. “I don’t know if I’m worth all that.”

Your hands trickle on the nap of his neck, threading in his dry hair, and excitement bubbles inside you. “The call I get to make.”

His lips, pink and plump, meet yours when you lean in. Like pillows, they cushion the impact and hug the curve of your lips before they start ebbing with carnage. His hands press into the solid of your lower back, fusing into like a tense thread has snapped loose. Your tongue beckons him for access, cheeks flushed against him. You whimper as he holds you tighter, his erection digging into your crotch, and you can somehow feel how wet you are. You’re wet all over from the water your party submerged in, but the lining of your warmth contains a more viscous fluid.

Eventually, Seungcheol pulls away, earning your bemused expression. “I’m not taking your virginity.”

“What?” You ask, shocked, backing away. “How—Why the hell not?”

“I overheard what you and your friend said. Not very subtle. As to why…you deserve better than that.”

You roll your eyes, “Ugh, you’re one of those guys. Remember that not everyone holds the value of sex to this same high standard.”

“But you do, given you feel so pressured to do it for the first time.” He lays an awkwardly platonic pat on your arm, discomfort apparent on your face, but he shows no sign of caring. “I’m not going to let you throw something…heavy away to someone you met—what, 15 minutes ago—to cater to a societal norm. Depending on the person, they would have hurt you. I could’ve hurt you.”

“Look.” Your hand presses against his bare chest. “I approached you. I chose you. Who I decide to have sex with is up to me. I’m grown enough to make that decision.”

“I’m not telling you to promise your body to someone you plan on marrying. What you deserve is to have it to be with someone special, at least someone you trust. Why would you let me even this close to you?”

You scoff. “You had no complaints when we were making out. So don’t use this generic ass excuse that it should be ‘special’ or someone I ‘trust.’ If you don’t want to sleep with me then don’t.”

“You don’t listen.”

“I’ve complied with most things in my life. This will not be one of them. Now, if you don’t want this, it won’t be you. I’ll move on to someone else…I’d just hoped it’d be you.” You lift yourself onto the ledge, only your feet in the water. “Seeing as this is going nowhere, thanks for wasting my time. Good kisser though. Three stars.”

You’re about to leave when his hand stops at your knee. You look down at him expectantly as he gets closer. “Stubborn too.” He stands in the pool to meet your eyes, lips pursed in an amused smile. “I followed you so no one else would. I plan to keep it that way.”

You raise a brow, unsure where your surge of confidence came from, finally feeling the tremble of your hand as it covers his. “What makes you think after this I plan on staying with you?”

“Because although I won’t be having sex with you, I can give you something just close enough.”

Now both hands are on your knees, lips colliding with yours once more, just as hot and sweet as the first kiss. You moan as his teeth dig into your bottom lip, his hands finding your unbreached heat. Then there's that familiar reflex of pulling away, the situation dawning on you now. You blink back at this beautiful man that takes your breath away just from his mere presence and get that same feeling every other time you come close. “Seungcheol…”

“You backing down on me, virgin?”

“Okay, that hurt.”

He chuckles. “I’m teasing, but not the kind I should be doing.” He lands a kiss on your nose. “I’ll be careful. If you let me, that is.”

“I am. You just make me really nervous.”

“I understand. I won’t do anything you wouldn’t want me to.”

You nod, a little too eagerly. “I want you. I-I’m letting you.”

“Good, then relax.”

He parts your legs further away, hand firmly pressed against your warmth, seizing the oxygen from your lungs, and he kisses you tenderly. Your hand clasps over his cheeks, deepening your liplock, and you feel the courage seep out of his fingers as they push aside your damp panties. His digits glide over your moisture, coating himself in the arousal built over your time together and you feel him smile against your lips. “That’s definitely not water, but I have a feeling you know that already.”

“More teasing?” You ask in a weak breath.

“I’ll make sure it’s worth it.”

He bows his head, his knees hitting the plastic bottom. His hands glide over your thighs, a tingling sensation follows its path. His kiss marks your skin in a way that wasn’t visible, only burning you with an unreplicable heat. His touch—gentle and firm—makes your head go to places you usually go to when you’re alone. His eyes tell you comfort and safety, but conflict with the glint of hunger that shines through.

He kisses the center of your folds, easing at you with light flicks of his tongue. Although delicate, it drives you insane, wanting you just to bury his face inside you already. Patience eventually rewards you as his tongue runs stripes over your bordering thighs—small jumps on your end—then your slit. He coats himself in your translucent nectar, sighing in your heat. Mewls then leave you like a nursery rhyme, haunting yet addictive. “Delectable just as much as you look.”

There’s a slow rise and drop of your chest watching him devour you. His lips purse to your core, darting in you to lap your insides, and you whine from his vigor. Your thighs press against his hot, red cheeks as water splashes around him. You shake—vibrate actually—speaking his name like it was the only thing that makes sense, and somehow you still feel how gentle he is with you. 

This stranger is meant to be a stranger, so why did he make you feel special?

With the curl of his fingers, they plunge in you, feeling how you pulsate around him as he sucks on your clit. You buck into his face, a wreck, hands glued to the edge of the tub in anguish. Your moans are a grand symphony on loop, the background music to the beautiful moment he’s savoring. How you gush feels him with pride, tightening his core as you push his head closer with your knees. “I-I’ma cum…”

He says nothing, only rummaging faster, deeper, holding on to the pace until his gums are filled with your climax, not minding how it makes him a mess. Your hips hit his face in an erratic beat, only settling down after he licks your thighs clean. You gasp in amazement, only for that gasp to be swallowed by Seungcheol as he sticks his tongue down your throat; you taste his promise.

You part in thick, glossy ribbons, eyes fucked from–you still can’t believe you’re saying this–orgasming by someone other than yourself.

“T-thank you,” you say with gratitude you conjured from the pit of your stomach.

“If you really want to thank me,” he leans in closer, “Let me take you out sometimes and I’ll let you experience it all over again.”

[klaprisun]

One Sunny Day

(Stardew Valley)(Haley x Female Farmer)

Chapter 38

Anxiously, I sit along my front porch the next day awaiting the arrival of everyone who would like to participate in my little get-together. Part of me thinks that absolutely nobody is going to show up for some reason, but I know that a few definitely should show up. Leah and Elliot being two that will come support me no matter what. As for everyone else, it’s hard to say. I desperately wish for Haley to hopefully feel better today as well so she can come over too. I would hate for her to miss out.

My farm is scattered with supplies and items for people to examine, admire and taste test. I know it’s not a tasting contest, but the best things to display usually taste the best. That and the people will need things to eat while being here. I have other refreshments set up that aren’t meant to be picked for display too.

Today feels more like an autumn day than ever. The air is crisp and if you don’t have a sweater it will be chilly for sure. I have a small campfire going on for people to warm up by if they need to, as well as blankets to sit on or warm up with.

To my joy, the first few people arrived at my farm. It was Sam, Vincent, and their mom, Jodi. Vincent takes one look at my farm as his eyes light up in excitement. Behind them, I see a whole wave of people walking up to participate in my event. I quickly stand up from my front porch, ready to greet everyone and explain what is going to go on. Unfortunately, I did not see Haley in the wave of people.

“Hi everyone! I didn’t expect such a crowd. I didn’t think anyone would want to come,” I sheepishly scratch the back of my neck.

“Of course we would come, Danny. You’re great!” Leah shouts from somewhere at the back of the crowd. It makes me chuckle but I continue my speech.

“I just wanted to say how grateful I am that you all welcomed me into your amazing community of Pelican Town. This little thing I got going on here was me hoping to thank you all, but also get everyone interacting and involved with my stand at the fair next week. I have such a hard time deciding on things that I need a LOT of help. So feel free to look at things, pick up things, dig up the crops that are marked with a star, taste things, and find things that you think I should put up for display at the fair next week. I have an empty table set up for everyone to put their voted items on, so I can go over what has been picked and narrow it down from there. Does anyone have any questions?”

To my demise, the only person raising their hand is Sam. I let out a small sigh and gesture to Sam to speak.

“What’s with all of those?” he waves his hand over to my project area that I’ve marked off limits. I feel my cheeks heat up and I shyly turn my face away as I reply.

“That’s…for Haley…”

The whole crowd erupts with “awws” and “ouuus”. I do an awkward smile and let everyone get it out of their system.

“We should have guessed,” I hear Elliot call out from the same area as Leah was. I see everyone start nodding their heads and laughing.

“Now not to be cliche or anything, but the most important rule is to have fun. Actually it’s “don’t hurt the chickens” but I know you guys wouldn’t do that. Please be nice to my little munchkins.” I gesture to the chicken coop which causes Vincent and Jas to immediately start running over there. The rest of the crowd breaks apart to go their separate ways as well, finding stuff to look at. I stand with my arms crossed, feeling pretty proud of myself.

I watch Pam immediately bring a glass of beer and a glass of pale ale to the empty table. She then went back over to where the other glasses were and started chugging them. I’m going to run out of beer and pale ale very quickly.

Leah and Elliot are giggling away by the wine bottles, each with a glass of some in their hand. I decided to make my way over there to talk to them.

“Someone’s been having an eventful few weeks,” Leah nudges me in the shoulder when I get closer.

“Yeah it’s been crazy. I can’t even keep up at some points. It’s all going so fast. I can’t believe I’ve almost been here for a full year.”

“Yeah only a few more months! I take it you are not going to leave any time soon?” Elliot asks.

“I don’t plan to. I have the life I’ve always wanted here. I could not ask for a better life at this point to be honest. Best decision I’ve ever made.” I start leaning against the table with the wine, kicking my boots around in the dirt.

“You could always go and get Haley a mermaid pendant if you are so set on staying and enjoy life here so much…” Elliot looks behind him, pretending like he wasn’t the one to just suggest that.

“I mean… isn’t it a little soon for that? We haven’t even been together for that long.”

“I thought lesbians always move faster than usual in relationships?” Elliot adds, making Leah laugh out loud.

I hold my hand up in Elliot’s direction to stop him from saying anything else, trying hard not to crack a smile. I didn’t try very hard because I broke into a huge smile with a few chuckles.

“I can’t believe you guys. You crack me up,” I say to the two of them.

“You have all winter to think about it since it doesn’t rain during our winters. Do whatever you think is best, Danny,” Leah tells me.

Our conversation is interrupted by Sam, Sebastian, Alex, and Abigail hollering me over to where I cut wood blocks.

“Oh no,” I whisper to Elliot and Leah. They give me sympathetic smiles and pat me off into their direction.

“What did you guys do?” I hesitantly ask, afraid to hear the answer.

“Nothing! We just wanted to know if you want to have a wood chopping competition?” Abigail asks me, all of their eyes looking at me with anticipation.

“You guys realize that with me here it’s hardly a competition, right?” I say while rolling up my sleeves, getting ready to join them. “What happened to finding things for the display?”

“We already found our stuff! It’s already on the table,” Alex points to the overflowing table. I cringe just looking at the mess realizing I still have quite the narrowing down to do despite everyone trying to help.

“Alright let’s make this quick then so I can go look at what everyone has picked,” I clap my hands together and yank my axe from the stump I use as my base. The rest of the townsfolk around my farm begin to gather to form an audience to watch our little competition. We decided that whoever gets the most wood chopped in a minute wins.

“Who is going first?” I question the competitors. They all pointed to Sam who was the only one pointing at me. He frowns when he sees that everyone was pointing at him, but takes the axe from my hands reluctantly.

“If you INSIST,” he hisses. I run into my house and come flying back holding a hand held timer I use for cooking. I crank it so that it will start at 1 minute and count down from there. I hold it in place until Sam announces he is set to go. He quickly throws a chunk of wood on the chopping block and calls out for us to start the timer.

We all watch in amusement as Sam has an absolute struggle of a time trying to chop the wood. His aim is quite off and it requires a few hits to each block of wood for them to finally break. When the minute had passed, he managed to chop 2 and a half.

Abigail had volunteered to go next. I know she has a bit of experience with swinging swords, so it should be a bit easier for her to do this than poor Sam. She sets up her first wood block and I start the timer. She manages to surpass Sam after half a minute, but only by two in the end. In total, she chopped 5.

After Abigail, Alex took the axe and decided to go. Repeating the same thing as the other two, I set the timer, let him set up the block, and let it go when he was ready. Alex constantly works out, so I have high expectations for him. He doesn’t need to worry about the strength, just the aim and form of swinging. If he can land it okay, he should be fine. They really aren’t huge chunks of wood, so it’s not super tough to break them on the first swing. He did manage to get nearly all of his split on the first time except for a few he missed his aim on. In total, he chopped 7.

Sebastian was last to go before me. I gestured for him to go next since I know this will be a piece of cake for me. He better go before me or else he won’t want to even try. I have no idea what kind of experience Sebastian has with this, so it will be exciting to see. I’m going to guess he will do just under Abigail, but maybe he will surprise me and beat her score.

One last time, I do the whole routine and he goes on his way, chopping at the blocks. He was better than expected, but he didn’t beat Abigail’s score. He ended with a score of 4 and had just almost the 5th one. He didn’t fully break it in time.

Now it was my turn. I cockily strolled up to the chopping block after handing Sebastian the timer. I snagged the axe from where Sebastian left it and got settled in place. I gave him a slight nod and off I went.

Just as I was about to hit the 7th one, I saw someone entering my farm from the corner of my eye. I hesitated on bringing down the axe because I was too busy looking over. It was Haley who had made a wonderful appearance. I quickly dropped the axe and bolted over to her, leaving the competition without a second thought.

“Where are you going?!” I hear them shout after me. I quickly point to where Haley is, not breaking my stride.

“I guess I win then!” Alex flexes for the crowd, bowing dramatically as he gets a round of applause.

When I met up with Haley near the entrance of my farm, her eyes weren’t focused on me. She was busy looking past me to somewhere off in the distance. Nearly forgetting, I finally clue in to what she is finding so interesting.

[corporatefrog]

꒦‧₊ ꒷ Team Stan w/ a reader who can shapeshift into animals! [Headcannons] ✧.*

✧.* tags: college au, superhero au,

✧.* Charactions: kyle broflovski, stan marsh, kenny mccormick, butters scotch

a/n: this is an old request but i think i was able to get pretty silly with it

masterlist

Kyle

FLYING TOGETHER PLEASE

Imagine soaring through the sky with fucking human kite

And being such a better flyer than him

Literally cliche flying through the clouds and kyle traces his hands through them 

“Stop going so high! I can’t gain altitude that fast!”

“Uh… lame power? Get better? Don’t be a human kite?”

“I fucking hate you.”

“SORRY CAN'T HEAR YOU AIR PRESSURE TOO LOUD”

Yall probably fight really well together 

He thinks up the plans and you shapeshift and attack

Dynamic duo vibes fr

DROPPING IN ON A VILLAIN FROM ABOVE 

BLOCKING OUT THE SUN OR SOME SHIT

Coolest duo 

Stan

“Dude I TOLD YOU not to go in the radioactive lake”

“Oh… I thought that was code for go into the radioactive lake”

“In what world is telling you not to do something code for doing it?”

“Uh- YOU CANT CONTROL ME I CAN TURN INTO A BIRD NOW”

Tries to not be impressed because he’s supposed to be annoyed 

But he thinks its so fucking cool

Lowkey wanted that to be his power if he could choose anything

After the veal thing he volunteered at animal shelters 

This is real because I said so let me be delusional 

Asks you to turn into a cat and talk to the other cats to make sure they don’t hate him

Because ferguson always glares at him from the corner and he is NOT interested in being attacked by a bunch of pissed cats

Convinced they’re scheming against him

Still mad at you for going into the radioactive lake though

Kenny

He cannot comprehend it

Like you try explaining it to him and it is just NOT clicking

The only thing that works is telling him it’s like Beast Boy from Teen Titans

“Oh so you can shapeshift into animals while still regaining your consciousness?”

“I literally said that fifteen times- You anger me so much every day.”

Wants to make the teen titans

He is robin (obviously)

Probably has the costume from halloween a few years back

PLEASE turn into a bear and pretend to fight him

He wants to say he fought a bear

And cartman bet him $100 that he couldn’t 

Choreographs an entire battles scene in the middle of town

Because it’s not like south park animal control actually does anything

Kenny now owes you 10 favors that can be cashed in whenever needed

Butters

Turning into a tiger whenever he gets bullied and scaring the shit out of whoever is bothering him

(usually it's eric)

Or turning into a little puppy whenever he’s sad 

“Everything alright, butters?”

“Oh, it’s nothing.”

“So you don’t want me to turn into a husky and play with a frisbee?”

“Well you didn’t mention that. That changes everything!”

Just being his lil animal buddy

Turning into an elephant walking to a doctors appointment to get there in like 2 seconds

If he’s professor chaos, he refuses to attack when you’re an animal

It’s animal abuse 🙁

He’ll punch you in the face as a person but he REFUSES to hit a cat

Even if you’re a mountain lion lunging at him

Heart of gold fr

Overall

NO ONE TELLS CARTMAN

A rat got into his sock drawer and ripped holes in all of them?

What a shame :( so sorry that happened to you

Suddenly all of his clothes have cat piss on them

How could that have happened??? Poor poor eric

What do you mean you’ve found spider webs everywhere but no spiders? Hopefully there aren’t spider eggs everywhere. That would be terrible.

Really just looking for excuses to ruin cartman’s day

[ughmyreality]

Thoughts on S3 E2

(SPOILERS ahead)

There might be positives, there will be negatives, so please be forewarned that I am not going to solely praise the show. Also, it needs not be mentioned, I am but a single negative person on the internet talking about a fictional story. We are all not going to agree. With that said, let’s move on.

Episode 2-

They really did their thing saying diamonds aren’t the only things that sparkle and then cutting to Eloise. 

How fake can a person get? Actively listening to your crush plan the downfall of your alter ego. Penelope girl.

This scene just further proves that Colin and Penelope were never that great of friends. Why would Colin ask to see how she acts out in public if they were already friends? He should already know that. I also don’t see why he’s acting as though he doesn’t already know how “awkward” she is, anybody can see it. Then again when is he ever home to see it?

“Not me. Them.” Penelope, dearest, I beg of you find a man who actually wants you. He yet again practically threw it in her face that he doesn’t want her. How much rejection can she take?

On another note, I love how they’re doing Penelope’s hair. At least she’s leveling up in one way or another.

I love the fact that lady Danbury is gossiping as usual.

Portia’s disappointment at the lack of an heir is enjoyable. Hopefully they’ll continue with this storyline.

I thought that Benedict was going to be the cliche “lady’s man” but it appears that Colin has his way with women as well. Not as if we could have possibly known this sooner because what have we learned of him up until this point.

I actually agree with what Colin is saying about societal expectations. With new people, you get the chance to rediscover yourself. Even just the jump from, let's say, high school to college, I think you may change because you’re free to reinvent yourself. However, if I’m thinking correctly, this is not his first adventure. Correct? So, what about this trip in particular made him so “different”.

Why did Penelope think she was so sly saying “before we are noticed”? For an area so enthralled with gossip, no one else is noticing that Colin and Penelope are spending more time together and walking side by side. We haven’t seen them in a public area holding even a fraction of a true friendly conversation but now that they are no one bats an eye.

Colin is finally interacting with his siblings but ditches them the moment someone else arrives.

How tone deaf can Colin get? Penelope all but proclaimed her love for him to the rooftops but his first idea is to have her “pretend” to flirt with him. Even worse, I don’t think he’s doing this with malice, but at the same time it’s sending me into a rage. 

Since when does Penelope Featherington say “nothing at all”? Yeah right.

Ugh, this clip! Your eyes are the most remarkable shade of blue… girl, she’s a writer. I’m sure they could have come up with something better for her to say than some chatgpt poetry line. The second hand embarrassment, and as usual Colin wasn’t for her advances.

Colin should have known better than to bring Penelope to the house. I know he claims that Eloise was out but it is their house after all. He apparently had no clue what time they’d be back and was just hoping for the best.

Give me strength! Why does Penelope keep on digging further into Colins business? She never likes what she finds. Her reading Colin’s writing is not only a breach of privacy to the man she claims to want but also only serves as yet another way to humiliate herself. How much longer can this go on? The man honestly doesn’t want her but she still subjects herself to such torment.

I literally started laughing out loud when Colin found her reading! Oh my gosh! The strife!

Another nitpick, I feel like there was way too much blood on Colin’s hand for that small piece of glass. Then that loose tie Penelope put around it probably wouldn’t stop the bleeding. But I’m sure no one else cares about that, so I won’t go any further. 

 Colin knows that Penelope and Eloise don’t want to see each other and that should really be enough. Him trying to act oblivious and say he doesn’t know what happened is irrelevant to the situation. Penelope didn’t want to stay in the house, Eloise doesn’t want her there so why is Colin trying to instigate.

He was quick to shut down Eloise at the mere thought of Penelope seeking him as a husband. At times I feel like Colin doesn’t like her at all much less as a romantic interest. When you’re friends with someone there are obviously certain things you like about them, maybe even things you would seek in a partner. However, Colin seems repulsed at the thought of Penelope. Even when he’s trying to “help her” he doesn’t seem that excited. He acts like they are but acquaintances. On another note, I feel like his voice is so monotone, but that's neither here nor there I suppose.

I feel like Penelope has had more positive chemistry with Lord Remington in this one scene than I have seen with her and Colin this entire time.

Why does Colin automatically assume Eloise told everyone about him “helping” Penelope. They weren’t exactly making it hard to see that they had been talking more than usual. I don’t know why he is blindly taking Penelope’s side. He has no idea what's going on and you’d think he’d hold some sort of solidarity with his sister. I feel absolutely no sympathy for Penelope, girl go ahead and cry. She should have ditched Colin, she knew this was a bad idea from the start. 

Although I like Eloise, Cressida lowkey told her what she needed to hear. Yet again a Bridgerton jumping to conclusions. Both Eloise and Penelope are hypocritical for commenting on Cressida’s tendency to gossip when it appears that’s all they do. 

…never before have I felt this close to being on the brink of insanity. PENELOPE! I wish she’d understand that you cannot simply do the same thing over and over. How many more ways can one profess their unrequited love before they move on? You know what her claiming she doesn’t want to die before being kissed gives me the vibes of? Exes that say if you leave me, I’ll die or I’ll harm myself. That is absolutely so manipulative. Time and time again Colin has shown no interest in her that she has had to resort to the possibility of hypothetical death. I’m surprised this hasn’t been more cause of contention. This kiss means absolutely nothing. If anything it is discrediting any sort of “cute friends to lovers” storyline that could have been. This is nothing more than a guilt trip.

[hrryshoney]

I know there’s something coming eventually but I am desperate for these two can we have crumbs on how they met and their first thoughts of each other 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

oh yes of course you can! i have a very rough outline as of now so this is literally crumbs, in every sense of the word, but id be happy to share some thoughts :) (hopefully don’t give too much away lol)

lowkey an incredibly cliche idea, but it’s okay! i’m thinking the bands doing press for their album and an interviewer asks some question like “well what else do you do to keep yourselves entertained while you aren’t writing, or to unwind while on tour?” and matty is like “oh to be honest, i’ve been very into sports recently.” brings up girlies name and says something along the lines of how he didn’t particularly have an opinion on tennis before but she’s very good, and nice to look at too. he says it in a joking tone and laughs w the guys, doesn’t think too much of it, but her friend def sends her the interview like Girl look at this.

and at first she’s like oh i know this guy lol his music is cool, and then after she watched the clip she’s like Oh! could see her a little peeved (but flattered) abt the Looks comments bc like that’s Matty Healy saying that (and he is quite nice to look at too), but she doesn’t wanna be perceived as just a pretty face. they end up in the same area (i can’t reveal too much ;)) and she’s a little stand offish, but this just eggs matty on even more. she thinks he’s cocky and insufferable at first and he’s like I Need Her. and then things flourish from there lol

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

had this really sickening thought abt a ruby x reader x aqua love triangle au (that i will probably never write)….. need to rant. under the cut

ruby has a massiveeee crush on you that you wholeheartedly reciprocate, but aqua doesn’t like you so he sabotages your confession……. ”you aren’t good enough for my little sister” <- he’s that type. overprotective big bro except he’s a dangerously unstable individual so he’s NOT playing around.

but then ruby ends up asking him to wingman for her… and he can’t exactly say no without a good reason, can he? so he talks to you. tries to get you to give up on her by saying you’d be putting her idol career at risk if you got together… makes you feel guilty and selfish in a very polite way lol. you try to distance yourself from her but she notices, of course she does, and she’s so upset about the whole thing that both you and aqua start feeling bad. probably ends with you hanging out together again, but now aqua is there too, making sure neither of you make any romantic progress 💀 eventually all three of you have grown close and that’s when aqua starts to waver a bit. at some point he probably thinks to himself that he can trust you to treat her well, and her happiness is more important to him than anything else!!!! (including her idol career….)

more important than his feelings, too — because before he knows it he’s looking forward to seeing you, smiling to himself when he sees you having fun with his sister. he’s starting to feel that protective itch when you’re around — even starts telling ruby to treat you well, be a good partner, that she needs to cherish you if the relationship works out, not just the other way around. he cares for you. he loves you, even, but he has zero issues throwing those feelings away. he doesn’t want to be with you, he wants you to be with ruby. you deserve each other.

so now aqua is supportive. helps you out, gives you advice, lures you both into increasingly more cliche scenarios. ruby is elated that he’s finally making himself useful, and you should be too, but for some reason you can’t help feeling dejected when he slinks away……… and you come to realize that you want them both near. you love her, and you love him, and you’re pretty sure they both feel the same way towards you. but you have to choose, that’s the thing. the sweet sister, or the cold brother?

only one of the choices leads to a good ending, but you don’t know that. hopefully, you never will.

[bebx]

Best advice for getting over a break up especially if the ex still wants to remain friends?

I think it depends? if you and your ex are on good terms and if it wasn’t a toxic relationship and you’d love to still be friends, keep in touch, then maybe things could work out. sometimes people are better off as friends than they are as lovers. but if you think you’re better off without your ex in your life, then I think you should just talk to them about it and be honest with them about how you feel if you could (if you believe they weren’t going to react in a way that might harm you physically and/or mentally). if you don’t think talking and being honest would work with them, maybe you can try creating distance between you and them, you can block their number, block them on social media, etc and hopefully they’ll eventually get the hint and leave you alone.

as to how you can move on and get over them, I’d say do anything you love that will distract your thoughts from keeping thinking about them. I know this is a bit cliche but spending time with your friends and family or even your pet (if you own any) and doing things you enjoy whether it be watching a movie or a show or reading a book can really help. or at least it worked for me when I tried to distract myself from thinking about things that were not good for my mental health, and I hope it’ll work for you too.

sorry if these aren’t the best advices, but I hope things are okay for you soon. I’m sending you hugs and positive vibes

[chibi-pix]

Chibi watches V3D 10!

Well, time for another episode of Voltron: The Third Dimension!

“Descent into Madness”. Title is catching my attention. I have high hopes for this episode.

Starting the episode with Keith pissed with that calculator amuses me. And. Honestly? My knowledge of Voltron with VF and DotU? I’m with Allura on the spirits of the lions. They aren’t just machines and I feel like they should research more. Research means understanding.

Oh ho ho! Keith is witnessing Zarkon being the traitor! And Zarkon figured it out. “Your mother should have told you, snooping is very unhealthy.” Not my mom. My mom taught me to always pay attention and it’s not really eavesdropping if someone is too loud and don’t notice you there. “Miserable excuse for an offspring!” A good insult. But. Zarkon? The offspring is only as good as the parent in this case.

Ah, Doom forces expecting the team. At least they don’t waste time to try and form Volt-oh. They got attacked before they could actually form. That’s actually impressive on the enemy’s part to attack fast enough to prevent the formation of Voltron.

“The rest is up to Haggar.” Almost seven minutes in, seeing Haggar’s green magic glow, Keith being knocked down in Black, and the title of the episode? Keith is gonna lose his mind and descend into, well, madness. I think I’ve seen a scene in this episode in a discord server I’m in. I probably asked “What the quiznak is this? That’s Keith?!” and was so confused because, let’s face it. Knowing what I know and seeing the characters look a certain way in other versions? It threw me for a loop. Okay, preliminary musings and deductions over. Time to continue the episode.

And. Oof. Seeing Black down on the ground, poor baby. She’s gonna need some fixing. Oh hey! It is that scene! And actually better quality than what my friends on discord showed. Better lighting, too. And now I know what’s actually going on. Both in image and in context.

Oh. Did not expect to see the “skeleton” of Black. She really needs her outer shell. She looks eerie and naked. It’s unnerving.

“As cold as it sounds, Princess, Keith is replaceable.” Yeah? Well so are you you glorified calculator! Jeez, rude much? This is why we can’t leave it to robots to run the universe when they don’t have proper AIs that allow them to understand or learn to understand emotions of biologicals. It doesn’t go well. You get things like this and next thing you know, people are considered expendable. It may be obvious? But I really hate that guy.

Oooh, Black refusing Lance. Nice! Further proof that she has a spirit and she doesn’t want any other pilot except Keith. She’s chosen him for a reason. This makes me think of VLD and the lions choosing their paladins. And even in VF at the mention that the black lion there rejected Wade when he and Coran were younger. THESE LIONS ARE SENTIENT! They aren’t just machines. And I love this about them.

“And pray that Keith recovers soon.” Yeah, you’re gonna need more than prayers for this one.

Oh shit, Zarkon’s in Keith’s holding room. Preliminary thought? Dude’s gonna set the feral boy free to cause issues and worry. “Commander Keith’s just lion around.” I hate Zarkon, but I appreciate good puns. Oh, I stand corrected. Keith got out on his own.

Oh hey, falling into Black seems to have healed Keith. Cliche, but it works. Now time for him to go and join up with the team.

“Now to go back to Castle Doom!” Apparently not. That quick retreat was actually amusing.

Finally, the calculator is allowing the research into the lions. Not that the team should have to have his permission.

Poor Keith doesn’t remember that Zarkon’s not their ally. Well, he’ll remember in time. Hopefully.

Anyway, that's it for the night! Until next time!

[gaybd1]

Here’s some discourse for you: I’m curious how you feel about certain aspects of living in Taiwan? How do you feel about the “white guy with a Taiwanese girlfriend” cliche? Or about foreigners using “us” and “we” when they talk about Taiwan?

my heart almost just fell out of my ass there because I actually had a (very unwell) friend end a long-standing friendship with me just bc of my opinion on one of these questions and I TOTALLY a thought you might be that person but actually there’s no way that’s possible so 😮‍💨

1. White Guy With A Taiwanese Girlfriend

…honestly? It’s kind of always made me uncomfy BUT it makes sense right? like people who live here long term are gonna date and 99% of the people here are shockingly Taiwanese. So there are a lot of Normal relationships between Taiwanese folks and foreigners, obviously. It just so happens that the only ones I can personally think of are gay relationships lmao. BUT I HAVE encountered a lot of icky relationships like it’s kind of a common thing here for a guy to date/marry a Taiwanese woman and have kids with her and not even bother to learn about the language or culture? idk that just feels off to me like that doesn’t really suggest to me that you care about your wife?? idk I really am too gay to have an opinion on it

2. Using “we/our/us”

OH BOYYYYY you’d THINK this is an obvious answer but like when talking about cultural stuff I don’t think it’s cool for any non-Taiwanese person to collectivize themselves in that? Like I would NEVER say something like “one of our traditions is xyz” NAH that’s wild and icky

But I DO think it’s okay for people who live here permanently and long term to use we/our/us for like geographic stuff. So like the first example would be representing Taiwanese people so that’s off limits, but the second example would be “people in Taiwan” so I think it’s totally cool to be like “we had a typhoon here this weekend” and I do say stuff like that too

Hopefully these aren’t Hot Takes??

idk my general opinion on white foreigners living anywhere is “drop the superiority and try to learn” and I’ve encountered PLENTY of examples of people doing and not doing that…

[kittytiddycommittee]

Attempting libido reboot guy here (I need a better name than that lmao)

You’re right that it’s a pretty tall order, I only made it three days, so now i’m gonna try for 5 weeks even, maybe, maybe not. That said, I’ve cum once this week, which is the lowest rate in a long time, and I do feel some benefits.

My confidence that this is at least semi-achievable comes from the fact that I inadvertently did it already a few years ago, by moving for a summer to a place with no internet or cell service. I was weird and cranky for about a week to ten days, then suddenly I was having vivid sex dreams, waking up with perfect erections, etc, it was great. I actually was able to get hard easily with a woman, although I couldn’t perform well due to anxiety about whether or not I was really better, and it kinda sent me spiraling again.

I think I had an excessively all-or-nothing approach to “resetting”. I’d get bored, pull up porn, realize that broke my perfect streak, watch a bunch, repeat after a day or two. This time I’m trying to just turn it off ASAP, and more slowly train myself to address boredom through alternate means. I have a history of perfectionism and associated anxiety and despondency, so hopefully the progression approach will be more sustainable than perfection.

anyway, it’s going ok so far, I’ve also been working on some pelvic floor relaxation type exercises, adding some supplements that should help with anxiety, and so forth. One other advantage I have is that I don’t really feel sexually denied as much as I feel bored, I don’t think this would be nearly as workable a challenge with a healthy libido. I am starting to feel more sexually aware, definitely noticing pretty women I meet in a slightly more charged way. Don’t worry, I’m not being weird about it, it’s just nice to have that awareness of, like, “wow, the way that dress clings and flows around her hips is something, huh” makes me feel like a man “should feel”. When I ever actually end up in bed with a woman again, I don’t want her to doubt that I’m hungry for her. It’s been years, but I still feel crummy about how I used to sometimes go soft with my ex.

As an aside, I’m not exactly sure what my sexual vibe is, more of a service top than anything, but idk if that’s a thing for straight people lol. Parts of femdom aren’t really my speed, as I don’t see myself in some of the standard subby guy cliches. Mainstream “capital D” dom vibes are often really awkward or corny to me though, so I don’t see exactly know where I fit in.

hope you have a great weekend!

It's entirely possible that it's not just porn/jerking off that's caused the issues you were experiencing. In my own experience, there's often a mental/emotional component to it as well. We as a society really need to chill about ED and stop seeing it as a direct commentary on how our partners feel about us. It'd help too if we didn't view PIV as the default sexual activity for couples with the necessary anatomy. I myself am pretty ambivalent about bottoming, so my only concern would be ensuring that my partner has a good time regardless of whether they can get hard.

I don't know you or your circumstances, of course, so I'm really in no position to comment on your situation, but it might be worth considering while you've got the free time. I just hate to see people be so hard on themselves about it.

[driftwccds]

‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏────────────────────

Is that JORDAN GONZALES ? Oh, no, that’s SEBASTIÁN DOMINGUEZ-HERRERA, a TWENTY-SEVEN year old MUSICIAN and NIGHT TIME RADIO HOST at VALPOFM who uses HE/HIM pronouns. They currently live in SANTA MOENDA in VALPARAÍSO, and the character they identify with most is ERIC MATTHEWS from BOY MEETS WORLD. Hopefully they find their own little paradise here in el país de los poetas !

tw : spiders and snakes !

tl;dr : third adoptive sibling to luna and javier dominguez-herrera. son of a mexican scream queen & tejano rockstar. cute dumb exciteable music junky who’s way too intense sometimes. the kind of person who acts like you’re his best friend even though you just met, and he means it. struggles w/ some issues mainly regarding not always being as talented and paling in comparison to the rest of his family but mostly… someone who’s very confident in himself & his identity and doesn’t shy from taking risks. can be a little weird and offputting, but there’s never really any malice behind it. he’s just a Weird Little Freak even if he is endearing.

basics :

full name : sebastián luis dominguez-herrera nicknames : seb, seba ( by his siblings & close friends ), his stage & radio name is just sebastián herrera for ease of use age : twenty-seven pronouns : he/him place of birth : miami, florida date of birth : 06/05/199X star sign : gemini

height : 5’7 scars : he was very sheltered growing up… accidents did not really happen tattoos : so many im not even sure where to start. lots and lots of different ghosties and creatures from folklore. both his arms are covered in sleeves that go all the way from his collar down to his hands, which he’s been working on since he was teenager. there aren’t as many on the rest of his body ( namely because he just hasn’t lived enough life to get them everywhere yet ) but he has plans that by the time he’s an elderly person he will have his whole body covered. except maybe his face.  piercings : earlobes on both ears, though he usually only wears an earring in one ; conch ear piercing on left side other distinguishing features : n/a

career : musician ( anotha one ! ), nighttime radio host at valpofm career claim : think angel face by stephen sanchez-esque, and also the marias cinema and submarine which he did w/ luna education : n/a

aesthetics : deep purple pomegranate staining your mouth and hands ; the crackling of a record as it plays through good speakers ; the cool feeling of night time air on your skin as you step off a warm stage ; a red haze of smoke cascading around a bar ; the hustle and bustle of many bodies in one kitchen, full of laughter and sweet singing voices ; rose petals left in a path leading you somewhere romantic ; a dark movie theatre with red velvet curtains ; the gentle sound of acoustic guitar, of low piano notes, of a soft voice ; a smile that makes you feel immediately comfortable ; the darkness that envelopes you on a beach at night, drawing you towards something hopeful on the horizon ; candlelight flickering over pages of sheet music strewn across a dark oak desk ; a table full of food and loved ones ; dark snakes writhing together in a glass case ; the gentle hum of night in a radio station ; never quite feeling like you’ll be enough, but loving yourself anyway currently playing : almost ( sweet music ), hozier ; the take over, the breaks over, fall out boy ; menswear, the 1975 ; american cliche, finneas ; strangers, mt. joy

traits : airheaded, easily distractable, charming, friendly, kind, enthusiastic, passionate, morbid, flaky, loyal

biography :

I : can you state your name, age, and how long you’ve been living in valparaiso, for the record ? 

S : a slow grin breaks out across his face as sebastián takes a seat across from the interviewer. making himself comfortable in the chair. there’s not even a little bit of hesitation in his movements. he’s been in the spotlight for what feels like his whole life ; a camera pointed in his face does nothing to spark nervousness. his arm comes to rest against the back of the chair. “ sebastián dominguez-herrera. i just got here, like, a few days ago. oh── and i’m twenty-seven. “ 

I: let’s start at the beginning : where were you born ? what was your family like ? 

S : “ i was born in miami, technically, but i don’t remember being there at all, because i was adopted to veracruz, mexico when i was only a few months old, and mostly, i grew up there and in new york city. “ he explains, in fragments as the memories come to him, tilting the chair back so the front legs hover dangerously in the air. sebastián doesn’t seem to notice. “ my mom is a famous scream queen. you might recognize her as gale from scream, “ he’s clearly very proud of his family’s accomplishments, “ and my padre is a famous tejano musician ; a latin american rockstar. they adopted me so my older brother, javier, could have a sibling because they were trying to have another kid but it just wasn’t working out for them, at least until they had my younger sibling, luna, but she was an accident. we always called them the miracle baby because of it. “ a pause, “ i wanted to be a lot like my older brother when i was a kid. he was so cool. . .── like in a band, and rode motorcycles, and all this awesome stuff that seemed so cool when i was a teenager. he’s still pretty cool, but now i know he’s afraid of snakes and spiders and shit so he’s less cool. “ seba is playing coy, but the child that lives inside of him still desperately wants javi to think he’s cool, too. it’s part of the reason he’s made the jump to valparaiso : see, everyone, i can also live impulsively. i can also move countries on a whim. weirdly enough, despite his self-assurance, sebastián feels an itch to prove himself, like his whole life he’s just been waiting for opportunities to come to him instead of seeking them out.

I : what kind of kid were you ? what was your childhood like ? 

S : “ i think a lot of people would tell you i was demonic and raised in a house that was the same. “ he laughs, light and easy. “ luna remembers getting bullied── like a lot── because our family was weird, and our mom was being accused of being a witch, but i guess i thought about it differently when i was younger. i thought it was so cool that everyone was afraid of us, like we had some kind of power that they didn’t. i think i also just thought they were jealous. like my mama was in the movies that they were watching, and my papa was on the radio that they were listening too, and then they were mean to us ? “ he scoffs a little. “ our parents pulled us out of school to homeschool us instead, and it worked fine for me. i mean the teachers didn’t like me anyway.  i was really chatty, and never knew how to stay still. i couldn’t focus in school for the life of me ; of course that always gets you labelled as someone who misbehaves. i liked it way better at home because i could just follow my parents around and see what they were doing. with my dad that usually ended up being music stuff, and so while luna read their scripts and books, i was learning what made a good song. we all just kind of hung out together. “ 

I: what was the most defining moment of your life ? how has it impacted you personally ? 

S : he thinks about it. there’s never been one single moment that sebastián can point towards that he would consider the thing that changed his life, at least not yet, but there are a few little stops along the way that he thinks had an impact on who he is today. “ the move to new york was a big one for me. “ he admits, “ leaving our family, and our community, even if they were starting to get mean ; it was weird to be so far from what we had known most of our lives. “ that was probably the first thing that clued sebastián into the weird feeling that settled into his stomach. the second ? a call from his biological mother.

“ see, my biological mother gave me up because she was only sixteen when she got pregnant with me, and she wasn’t ready for kids. but by the time i was in my teens she would’ve been . . . “ he pauses. terrible with math, he tries to figure it out for a moment before giving up, “ anyway, she was older. old enough to have her own family, with her own kids and a husband and stuff. she wanted to get to know me, since i was her first kid. she kept in contact with my parents over the years, just to know i was doing okay, and they were really open to the idea of her flying in to meet me, but only if that’s what i wanted. i want to really emphasize that, “ he leans forward, suddenly serious, “ my parents never made me feel like i was adopted. they just wanted me to have my own choice in what i did with my life──. . . like, they didn’t think it was fair to stop me from having a relationship with her if i wanted to, which was probably really hard for them. “ the thought pops out, and he lets out a soft ‘ hmf ‘ before continuing, “ so she flew to new york and we met for lunch and it was. . . weird. i think especially for the time i was in my life, where i was questioning so much about myself already── you know, preteens── she had the mom haircut and she spoke to me like a mom would and i couldn’t get it out of my head that she was so nice but she gave me up. “ he knows, obviously, that she didn’t do it because she wanted too ; but at the time, it was the first time that sebastián had been exposed to the ideas that maybe there was a personal reason for it too. “ they weren’t really easy feelings to deal with. i still think about it a lot. she wishes me a merry christmas every year, and stuff, but after a few years of hearing about her other life i realized just how hard it was to keep up a relationship like that with someone who didn’t know me the first fourteen years i was alive. it's impossible to feel close with her at all. “ 

there’s another couple seconds of silence, his mood soured just slightly talking about it. it’s not that he holds any particular dislike for his biological mother── he knows that it’s not her fault they were in this scenario, and they were both better off. she made the right call. but it’s still left him with a sense of unease about himself── which, unfortunately, is only destined to get worse. “ there was also last summer. “ it’s fresh enough in his mind sebastián doesn’t really want to focus on it. it’s the same story as always : some girl, a whirlwind romance, and a broken heart. he was always known as being a bit of a loverboy ( in the loosest sense of the term ), and carried his reputation proudly, but he’d been head over heels for her. and she just left. it definitely threw a lot of things into question── again. he shrugs. “ it’s kind of stupid. otherwise, i don’t really know what else i would talk about. “ 

I : what is your job ? why did you chose to be in that specific area of employment ? 

S : “ i’m a musician, but i’m not as successful as the rest of my family. yet. “ seba does sometimes worry he’ll never have the same list of accomplishments that the rest of his family seem to ; that maybe the creative talent they have just doesn’t run in his blood in the same way, and he’s doomed to be the black sheep forever. that’s never stopped him from being their number one supporter. none of that, after all, would be their fault. it was just the cards he was handed. “ my first album just came out last year and i’ve done some stuff with luna, but i’m not aiming to be famous. i already know what that’s like. i just really love music. “ and it’s true. the way he navigates the industry, and music criticism in general. . . for someone so dense, it’s borderline impressive. on air is the only time sebastián sounds like he knows what he’s talking about, even if he is always speaking with an audacious level of blind confidence in himself. “ i think i’d really be comfortable just doing radio for the rest of my life. it’s a lot of fun ! i’m a night owl anyway so i don’t mind the weird, late hours, and it gives me the chance to kind of hone my craft at the same time. “ 

I : what’re you doing in valparaiso ? do you plan on staying ? 

S : “ luna came here because the university had the best program for folklore that she could find, and javi ended up following after her when our mom asked him to. i stayed behind in veracruz to work with our dad for a while but. . . “ he trails off, and then his face breaks out into another wide grin, “ i guess i got kind of bored. i thought maybe it was time for a change, you know, work on my music in a difference place. turns out valpofm’s night time radio host is retiring and he knows my dad pretty well so. . . “ widening his arms, seba gestures to himself, as if that’s all the explanation needed, “ here i am. “ 

quickfire facts :

the third dominguez-herrera sibling ! seba is adopted but was adopted as a baby so he basically grew up raised alongside javi and luna as if he was their flesh and blood. he has feelings about his biological mother but will tell you with 100% certainty that the dominguez-herreras are his family.

drives a motorcycle. javi taught him how because growing up seba always asked him for rides and then once he was old enough to get his license it seemed like a natural fit. probably on the lookout to buy one in valparaiso now that he’s here. 

seba is also a trans man. his pronouns are he/him ! he also very much likes women & femmes but isn’t closed off to the idea that love, to him, could come at any time so he doesn’t always like to stick himself with labels when it comes to sexuality.

( snake tw ) owns 3 snakes all named after demons : lilit, asmodeo and belfegor. did work very hard to make sure his paperwork was all in order before he shipped them to valpo so he could have his little friends with him.

though he’s not as into all of the reading and storytelling behind the myths and legends that kind of haunted his family growing up, he definitely embraces that morbid side of them. would love if someone told him he seems like he’d be in a cult. loves horror movies and that stuff. 

that being said though : WHORE ! opposite to both luna and javi he has been hurt in the past after opening up his heart so quickly and easily to someone he realized he couldnt trust so now he just assumes going into every relationship that they’re just there for a good time ! not a long time ! hes starting to get a little worried that he isn’t long-term settle down material as he gets older and he’s trying to avoid spiraling about it by just turning a blind eye to the problem 🥰 but he’ll be the most fun you’ve ever had for the 3 month whirlwind of a relationship you’re in together. love songs & flowers & thoughtful ( see : intense ) dates before he’s like well this has been real ! bye ! very much the kind of person that makes you feel like you’ve been best friends/lovers your whole life even though you just met yesterday. 

name an instrument and he can play it. if he can’t play it he can probably figure it out. mainly he sticks w/ guitar and piano, but he loves using things to make sound. his solo stuff tends to be very oldies-inspired ( if anyone’s listened to stephen sanchez, much like that ) and him and luna do a lot together that they release but pretend they don’t know who it is ( even though the writing credits are very obviously them ) 

he can speak english and mexican spanish

seba learn how to focus on something challenge! hes a bit dense and struggles with keeping his attention in one place for long periods of time. did not do well in school and did not carry on into post-secondary for that reason but he tries ! he tries very hard ! 

not at all the kind of person to keep his thoughts and opinions to himself. what is a filter ? seba’s never heard of that and he’s never had too. he will yap for hours about nothing and the conversation will jump 40 different topics until you forget what the original plot of the movie was. . . he can’t sit still and he can’t shut up, very useful for being in radio !

wanted connections :

ok im gonna be so real i'm brain dead but i'm sure i'll come back to this at some point.