#hot topic mayhaps

[razz-matazz143]

shout out to teenagers not going to malls actually because now I can apply for jobs there with the comfort of knowing it's unlikely I'll see any of my peers there

[darby-rowe]

yall if i had this blog in the summer ‘22 i would have written absolutely diabolical things for eddie munson

[rdlain]

why oh WHY couldn't my mom had had me earlier, if I hatched just 10 YEARS EARLIER I would've been a smith college girls for i-d magazine(2004) lezzi caramelladansen to vengaboys blowing my tits off on molly IT'S WHAT I WAS MADE FOR

[lucifer-kane]

i have to go to the bank in a couple of hours bc my dad briefly mentioned my checks going missing to them yesterday and they said even if they just went missing in your house come up and maybe change information just in case. which. hell. but i get it

[v7lgar]

Mayhaps james walking in on barty eating reg out

NSFW | 658 words | tw: cheating

James knew whatever happened between Barty and Regulus, it didn't end when he and Regulus started dating.

It wasn't that he didn't trust Regulus, it was because he knew Barty. He knew Barty was addictive, he had been there.

Before Barty and Regulus, it was James and Barty.

But yeah, he couldn't blame Regulus for that, because he got it, he really did. It was hard to resist him. He wasn't even sure he properly got over Barty, that topic was more like a deep-buried subject.

So it wasn't unexpected when he walked on them.

They didn't notice him at first, they were busy enough to not notice.

Regulus was in his Quidditch uniform, and that was the only thing covering his body. His legs were spread and Barty was between his legs, and by the sound of it, he was having a delicious meal.

“Fuck— your tongue,” he heard Regulus’ loud moan, they weren't even trying to keep it secretive.

As far as he could see, Barty was eating him out, and James was familiar with what his tongue could do to a man.

“I want it, I need your fingers in me too, oh fuck—”

Regulus arched while grabbing Barty’s messy brown hair and pushed him onto his pussy. James took a step towards them, not hiding behind the door anymore.

He couldn't see if Barty did what Regulus asked, he was nearly controlling himself, he took further steps until they noticed his presence.

“Well, well,” he said in a mocking tone, “Bon appetit, Barty.”

Regulus and Barty looked at him at the same time, he could read from their expressions that they didn't even consider getting caught, and that made him laugh.

“Fuck, James—” Regulus began, but Barty cut him off, “Wanna join?” he offered to James before diving into Regulus’ pussy like what they were doing wasn't wrong.

James got closer to them and Regulus wasn't even trying to not moan, whatever Barty was doing, it was good.

James didn't answer, instead, he got on the bed right next to where Regulus was laying his head on the pillow and he started unzipping his pants.

Barty lifted his head from eating Regulus’ pussy, “Oh, so you are gonna join. Didn't see that coming.”

James didn't take his eyes off of him as he got his half-hard cock out and he stroked himself from base to the top. He was getting harder and harder just looking at his boyfriend getting eaten out by his ex-fuckbuddy and he wasn't even going to deny that what he witnessed was hot as fuck.

“Open your mouth,” James ordered and Regulus slowly parted his lips, he was ready to take him in his mouth, maybe he was as starving as Barty.

“Fuck, I'm sure I saw this exact moment in my dreams.”

James ignored Barty and shoved his cock into Regulus’ hot mouth, lips wrapping against his dick. He closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath, he dipped his fingers in his hair to control his mouth.

Regulus grabbed him by his balls as James liked and opened his mouth wider, James was thick and even though Regulus could take him all inside, it was still a bit hard at first.

He watched how Barty was sucking his boyfriend's pretty pussy, he could see how wet he was from Barty’s mouth area. It was all over him, and he also could see clear that Barty was three fingers in him, fucking his cunt with them as he sucked him off.

James couldn't decide which one was more arousing, seeing his exes going at it or watching them while getting sucked off by his pretty-cheating boyfriend.

Well, he had enough time to decide.

He grabbed Regulus from the roots of his hair and slammed his cock down his throat, fucking it fast.

He wanted to show them what he got, and then leave them for good.

[tarabyte3]

Mayhaps you could elaborate your top 5 hear-me-out monsters? 😏

Mr. Pyramid head makes me very blushy

Spectacular topic. Pyramid Head is an excellent monster. 😏

Yautja

They're strong and ripped, B I G, the intense body language 🤌, they have a code of honor that makes them fascinating characters, they can absolutely provide for you, and I have recently realized one of my types is apparently men in masks (Paz Vizsla, Immortan Joe, Yautja, Doctor Doom). I mean, just look at them!! Mask on or off, I don't even care. I love my crab faced boyfriends. (Crucified Predator from Predators (2010) is my favorite 😍)

Demons

You could include the devil (and D&D devils) in with this as well. I love corruption tropes, and demons are the embodiment of corruption. Too often they are portrayed in horror as just another violent Creature, when they're so much more than that. I love when they're intelligent, patient, cunning. Why turn to violence when temptation is so much more fun? They're a mirror to my Priest Kink. Seducer vs the seduced. Plus religion is actually fun when you're sexualizing it. 😇

Minotaur

The physicality and bestial aspect of a minotaur is similar to that of werewolves with one (in my opinion) very important distinction: Werewolves can shift their form to something human and a minotaur cannot. There's no split between man and beast. He IS the beast. So it then becomes about acceptance of the monstrous in its entirety. Not expecting it to change. Loving it anyway exactly as it is.

Death from Death and the Maiden paintings

This one is difficult for me to articulate. In this motif, Death is very seductive. It beckons and lures and corrupts, and is often portrayed as doing so in a very erotic and passionate way. Oftentimes moreso than depictions of two humans, even. I find it very appealing in a similar way as demons, despite the lack of any sort of anatomy or flesh. Apparently it just scratches some part of my brain. I suppose you could say I want to 😎 bone him.

Caesar from The Planet of the Apes

HEAR ME OUT. I know this isn't a very monstrous answer. And I know I am tempting fate here because I have been fighting for my life in my asks for saying Caesar is hot. BUT. Caesar is a monster. He's not truly an ape and he's not human. He's a very intentionally human coded Other. The first and truest next link of evolution as the result of a virus.

For anyone reading this and getting ready to send me MORE hate mail, let us refer to the Harkness Test: Does it have human intelligence (or "greater")? Can it talk or otherwise communicate with language? Is it of sexual maturity for its species?

Caesar passes all of them. He's a monster. He has Andy Serkis's voice and grunts and growls. And he's sensitive, intelligent, kind, brave, loving, and he's HOT. 😤

[exaflux]

I've made an observation about how official Scarecrow designs tend to go and made a graph to demonstrate.

BEHOLD! SCARECROW DESIGN TRIANGLE:

"Straw-filled ragdoll sack man": Classic idea of what a scarecrow looks like. If you can see Jon in full gear and picture him T-posing in a field scaring away the local bird population or flopping about in the wind like a wet rag, he belongs here.

"Futuristic cyberpunk": The design has a more modern edge to it. Perhaps he's added tubing to circulate fresh fear juice, maybe he's installed a gas mask so he's not breathing his own toxin. Or, maybe he's replaced his arm with a cool robot one that fires syringes. Who knows. If the 'Crow has some obvious tech in his costume though he's closer to this category.

"Dead thing aesthetic": If it's got a macabre feel to it then the design belongs here. Anything between looking like a reanimated corpse, having a skeletal looking face or even some grim reaper inspiration going on are all at home in this category.

As for the hypothetical extremes in each category I pitch to you:

Though tbh I think most of the Scarecrow designs could kinda be the most extreme ragdoll sack man. It really is just the generic Scarecrow design...

The middle part of the triangle is the-man-of-all-time (least extreme of all) taking into account the designs that... Don't seem to lean as heavily into trying to appear anything other than a man in a costume/mask. Would love to see a design that hits a perfect middle of all 3 categories but I'm drawing blanks on that.

I could have also make a fourth category for "Shops at a costume shop/Hot Topic" that Year One or mayhaps Catwoman 'Crow would be the most extreme of, but then I realised that all Jons shop there so what'd be the point?

[two-white-butterflies]

arms length part three | dark!d. targaryen

Description: Daemon fucks you while your husband watches. Pairing: daemon targaryen/reader and aemond targaryen/reader Warning: Mature 18+ (dark, NON-CON, stockholm syndrome, grooming, gaslighting, voyeurism, choking, if this was in AO3 it would be a 'dead doves don't eat'.) part one | part two

Aemond couldn't remember the last time he was able to see the sun. How long has it been since his capture? His cell doesn't allow any light to seep through - to him, its endless night. Countless seasons thinking about his wife - if you were still alive.

The door to his cell swings open - the scent of smoke and ash permeates through his lungs. "Valītsos," the man opens his mouth and he raises his head slowly. It was Daemon, his benevolent uncle. "Fucker," Aemond spat - earning a scoff from the older man.

"How are you?" he ignored, squatting down to the boy's level. Daemon wasn't entirely cruel - he still made sure that Aemond was sane and clean enough to feel every second of his punishment. "Fuck off," the boy cursed, not mustering enough power to lift his head.

"Me and your wife do a lot of fucking." Daemon teased, casually playing with the silver bracelet on his wrists - he took it from you. Aemond's eye flickers at the sight of light. His eye darkens - and he tries to leap forward to attack him. "Calm down," the older man chuckled - the chains were holding Aemond back.

"If you were to see her - Aemond. I bet you never fucked her that way before." he laughed, beginning to rise. "Qogralbar ao," Aemond mumbled, praying to the Seven that they'd grant him death. "Mayhaps, you'll be allowed to watch next time." he jested, stepping outside of the moldy cell - taking with him all his nephew's hope.

He wraps his arms around you, rubbing small circles on the bottom of your hips. "Why?" you breathed, tears threatening to exit your irises. You could feel his perk teats rubbing against your back, the slow inhale and exhale that prompted his chest to rise and fall. If he was your husband - it would've been a beautiful day. But he was not - hence, it was awful.

"I've wanted you for a long time," he professed - hot breath trailing imaginary lines down your ears. "Wondered what those breasts feels like," he lifted his hand to rub circles on your areola. "- how warm that cunny is," he added - hands trailing down to play with your mound.

"You should be pleased to find reckoning around my arms - when there are others who would have you without dignity." he made it seem like a present - something that you were blessed to have. "You should be lucky for me to still fuck you - even when you are already ruined." he added with a humorous scoff.

He tells you that your body is ruined with your brother's cock, but how many bodies has he ruined? Why does his hand only know how to ruin bodies? Why can he not make them feel whole?

"Will you let me see Aemond?" you turned - swiftly changing the topic. "Soon," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder.

You didn't expect an innocent question to turn grim.

"A-aemond," your lip shuddered, seeing him chained to the chair. "Tis' what you asked, no?" Daemon's lecherous voice floods into your brain, feeling his hand around your breast - and his other pulling your jaw closer for him to press kisses upon.

During your long capture - you found yourself falling in love with Daemon - craving the depravity that he could provide - but not in this way. Not in a way that humiliated you.

"You twist my words," you began, but his hands were already ripping your sheer nightgown. "I choose for you, ñuha riña." he reminded, angling your face so that you couldn't see your husband - even from your periphery. "Now let's give him a show," he smiled, pressing another kiss on your jaw.

Aemond mumbles your name - reaching out to you.

"Va mirre izula," Daemon commanded, nudging you towards the bed.

On all fours.

You laid on the bed - making sure that you were facing the headrest and not the purple eyes of your husband. Daemon's hand trails back and forth in between your folds. "Fine Valyrian stock - we do not have much of these," he mused - eyes narrowing at the sight of Aemond's tears. Oh, he has truly broken the boy. "Kepus," you breath - feeling the wetness pool on the mattress underneath you.

"Patience, līve." he degrades, and Aemond's ears pulsated at his uncle's nickname. Daemon rises to his full height - unbuckling his trousers and feeling his erection press against your ass. The sides of his mouth quirked upwards at your posture - perfect for fucking - with the grace of a seasoned whore, and it only took a few times for you to get used to.

His tip prods against your entrance - he inserts half of the length, moving in and out with vigor. "Ah," you moan, and Aemond's fist clenches at the mere thought of his uncle inside you. He wanted to kill Daemon - to murder him and burn his body - like the man did to Aegon. No mercy, he swore.

"Iā rūklon," he whispered, while thrusting in and out of your hole.

A flower.

"You love me." he added, moving back and forth - eyes shut at the feeling of your walls closing against his cock.

I love him?

"You need me." he repeated.

I need him?

"Stop!" Aemond gained to power to use his voice - struggling against his restraints hard enough to gain your attention. You eyes open, face pivoting towards your husband's body. He has lost weight - there were bags underneath his eyes that explained his weakness. Daemon slaps your rear slowly, telling you to return your attention back to him. "No." he warned, hands wrapping around your hair - forcing you to look back at the headrest.

Your walls clench tightly against him for the second time - he continues thrusting - waiting for you to cum. "Kepus," you whispered - feeling a thick rope of cum shoot out of your pussy. He holds unto your waist - pushing in and out while he begins to reach his peak too.

He makes a mention of your name.

A small grunt exits his mouth while his seed populated your womb.

"You did well," he complimented, removing his cock slowly - that his audience could see the white wetness gathering in between your legs. You move out of the crawling position - settling your body on the mattress, staring at the ceiling while you wiped the sweat off your forehead.

"- but I'm not done yet."

@nyctophilic0vitnir @watercolorskyy @bellastwd @icarusgloom @pearlstiare @areaderinlove @hc-geralt-23 @rozendiors @immyowndefender @ammo23 @xcinnamonmalfoyx @ammo23 @immyowndefender @bitchyunknownuser @xcinnamonmalfoyx

[riaarivic]

HATE 10: UGH! (M) I MYG x F!reader

🌙 Pairings YoongixReader

🌙 Genres Mafia!AU, Smut, Angst, Action, Thriller, Enemies to lovers

🌙 Rating 18+ minors DNI

🌙 Summary  You were an INTERPOL Agent assigned to infiltrate the depths of the most powerful Gang in South Korea: The Seven Moons. Your objective: to impersonate the daughter of one of their leaders and destroy the operation from within. That is, if they don't discover you first.

And Traitors won’t have the mercy of a quick death

🌙 Warnings For this chapter: Minor character death, drugs, foul language, mentions of organized crime. If any of theses topics make you unconfortable, please don't read this chapter. This is a mafia au, and organized crime is not all handsome boys and nice cars. This chapter and the next one are DARK.

So, if any of this triggers you, see you on chapter 12. Don't worry, you'll still understand the story. But no, this is not a filler chapter.

🌙 A/N At no time do I (the author) encourage this activity in real life, it is important that you know that the criminal acts in this book are that, a crime, as well as harmful to health and should not be romanticized. This is all a work of fiction for entertainment purposes.

Love, Ria

🌙 Chapter wordcount 5k (the longest one yet)

🌙 Series Index

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HATE 10: UGH! (M) I MYG x F!reader

Rage? Of course you need it When it burns up there's always a reason Mayhaps it’s our history Sometimes it changes the world

Anger.

That was all Suga could feel right now. 

Red, hot, flaming anger.

That’s all he could feel since he received the call from JHope telling him that you had been kidnapped and no one knew where you were.

But the worst was when he learned who was suspected for your disappearance.

The Jade Dragon.

Of course anger was necessary.

He felt like a man about to lose his sanity.

But before he did…

He would kill a few men first.

The dimly-lit interrogation room was filled with the stench of sweat and fear. Suga stood across from an old man in cuffs, his ruined demeanor did not change the fact that he once was one of the most powerful men in the Asian mafia clans.

Wang Jiaer. 

The former second in command of the Jade Dragon.

That Kim Dohan captured and thrown into a wet, dimly lit room in the basement of the Seven Moons Mansion. 

Like a fallen warrior. 

That was turned into a war souvenir for Kim DoHan. 

"Where is she?" Suga demanded.

The old man coughed, spewing blood on the concrete floor of the dimly lit basement. He grimaced, his wrinkled face twisting into a grotesque smile. “Still haven’t learned any manners I see, young man.”

Suga glowered at the former leader of Jade Dragon, his grip tightening on the baseball bat in his hands. “You seem awfully cheerful for a dead man, old timer.”

"I don't know what you're talking about," the man stammered, his eyes darting around the room. The old man chuckled. “I’ve been dead for 20 years, boy. Your Leader just didn’t have the balls to finish the job.” His grin widened, showcasing his blood stained teeth. “Not like you.”

Suga swung the bat, smashing the old man’s fingers with a sickening crack. The man shrieked, his pained cries echoing in the empty basement.  "Where is she?" she asked for a second time.

The man's eyes widened in surprise. "What makes you think that I would know something about it? I'm here," he said, lifting his hand to show the cuffs “and my clan is done for, your Leader made sure of it.”

"Because nothing happens above ground without you hearing about it," Suga replied, his eyes narrowing. "And I don’t know, the pile of bodies with a pretty memo sitting on Jhope’s bay with your clan emblem on it, might really send a message.” 

The young gangster rounded the table that stood between them to be in front of the old man “I am going to ask only one more time. We’ll see how many more parts of you I’ll have to break before you die,” He paused “Where is Lee NaRi?”

The old man panted, his mangled fingers twisting at unnatural angles. But his eyes glinted with amusement. “Still don’t have the stomach for this, do you boy?”

Suga grabbed the old man’s collar and hauled him up from the chair, growling into his bruised face. “Do not fucking test me, Wang”

The old man chuckled. “You bark loud but your bite is lacking. I told you, the Jade Dragon clan is finished. I have been your family’s pet for 2 decades, I know nothing.”

The man gave him a low chuckle. "But I did hear about that, corpse container. Nice touch, a litte on the dramatic side. Not our style though" he paused and leaned towards Suga. “Oh, yes. You look just like your father, boy. He must be very proud in whatever deep corner of hell he ended up...”

“I DO NOT HAVE FUCKING TIME FOR YOUR GAMES, WANG!” Suga screamed at the man’s face, interrupting him, his gaze piercing. "And my father is Kim Dohan. He is very much alive," he said, his voice dripping with venom. "Start talking, and if you say something of value I might give you something you want."

"You and I both know that is not your father's name. And what do you know about what I want, young man?" the man asked, his voice barely a whisper.

“Death” Suga said simply “you know there’s nothing for you outside these walls anymore. You want release”

“Oh, no. I want retribution, young man. I want Kim Dohan’s entire bloodline to suffer and disappear from the face of the Earth. I want that everything he has ever wanted to be suddenly ripped from his bloody hands… and only then, I want to die” Suga could see the warrior inside the old second in command; he was beaten, malnourished, there wasn’t an inch of skin that wasn’t bruised.

But he still commanded power. 

Suga let out a tired sigh knowing there was no other way to make Wang talk. So he let go of the baseball bat he had on his hands to bow his head.

“Please.” 

His men behind him looked at him in shock.

One of the young leaders of The Seven Moons was…

Beggin.

Even the old second in command couldn’t believe what he was witnessing. But he semed to be pleased.

“You must really care for this girl If you are willing to trade your pride for her” The old man sighed and tried to stand up, but his bruised legs could not let him. He extended one hand to take Suga’s “We did not do it. That is all I know. We are not responsible for the girl’s disappearance.” His voice was a dead man's sincerity. Suga knew he wasn't lying.

He didn't have to.

“Then who took her? Someone else is pulling the strings, someone on the inside. They knew where she was going and that she only had one bodyguard with her.  Was it...was it my brother? Was it Namjoon?” Suga tried and failed to not let his voice break. 

Anger was starting to wear off. 

And something else was bubbling inside him.

The old man sighed, shaking his head with an incredulous smile. “Your family and your trust issues. Always so quick to turn on your own blood.” His eyes glinted ominously. “The person responsible for the girl’s kidnapping is the same person who is responsible for the death of your father and the disappearance of your mother”

“My mother is dead.”

“Did you see a body? Listen young boy, you came here looking for the truth. And this is the only one I can give you. After all this time, at least you showed some manners and I owe it to her.” The old man paused and he knew he was waiting for him to continue “Your Leader killed your grandfather. To start the clan wars and then he killed your father. But Kim DoHan could never kill your mother”

The room went silent. 

Like the moment right after a lighting strikes.

Suga was waiting for the thunder. 

“Your mother is alive. Young man, and I think is time you go see her, she will know where the girl is. If you can find her first.” The look on Suga's face was a mix of confusion and anger. 

“I gave you what you wanted and I kept my promise” the man whispered. “Now give me what I want” 

With a swift move Suga got his gun outside his holster and shot the old man right between his eyes.

 

Death.

A clean shot. 

There it was, the thunder.

 

The terrifying sound hat announced the beginning of the storm that was starting to brew on Suga’s soul. 

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Location unknown, South Korea

Tap...

Tap...

Tap...

A leak was falling from the ceiling, the lack of windows and the artificial light coming in from the other room told you that you were in some sort of basement.

You were starting to regain consciousness and your survival instinct kicked in immediately.

Your brain was on agent mode observing everything that could tell you anything about where you were and who were your captors. 

Your eyes started traveling around the room, the walls are made of rough concrete, with no decorations or furnishings to make the space more comfortable. A metal door with a small window and a sliding bolt lock separates the basement from the rest of the building, making escape impossible.

The only furniture in the room is a mattress on the floor, a bucket in the corner for waste disposal, and a small table with a lamp and a chair where the protagonist's captor might sit to watch over her. The air is musty and stale, with a faint smell of dampness and mildew.

Remember every fucking thing you see, there is no time for a panick attack. You thought. 

Pay attention. 

You could distinguish a factory logo on the wall in front of you.

There were no such buildings in Seoul, so you must be on the outskirts?

Unless, you had been moved to another state while you were unconscious.

You could also tell that you were nowhere near the coast by the absence of saltpeter in the structures. 

You knew that at least three men were in charge of you, all carrying firearms and pocket knives.

But from what you had seen they had no clan markings.

Not a single tattoo.

Nothing to identify them.

That was strange...

That was all you had been able to discover so far, you weren’t sure how long you had been in that room

They kept you drugged, almost unconscious for the most part. But you could guess that it had been at least a day because they had fed you twice.

So far none of the men had spoken to you, they just went in to bring you food and came back out. Without looking at you, if you spoke to them they did not respond.

You heard them speaking in a dialect you could not quite place. But you knew it was from China.

Which was weird. 

The members from the Jade Dragon were all from Beijing, a few of them from some northern regions. 

But you were almost sure they were speaking in Wu. 

Which was fucking weird. 

Because the Shanghai triad did not work with the Jade Dragon. 

Not at all.

You said it two times before.

It was weird.

You were sitting on a mattress that seemed to be dirtier than the floor itself; with your hands starting to feel numb from the restraints that immobilized you. Your head hurt a little and you could still hear a ringing in your ears from the loud blow you had taken.

You were almost sure that you had a concussion and that the head wound was going to leave a scar... 

At the very least.

You knew it was useless to try to escape even if she broke free of your restraints because you had been unconscious when you were taken there. You had no idea  how far you were from the exit, nor how many men might be outside the place.

You were very good in combat  but going outside like this was suicide. 

Fuck.

You knew perfectly well the dangers you were exposing yourself to every time you accepted a mission. This was not the first time you have been in such a situation.

There were some scars on your skin that were proof of how dangerous your job was.

And then…

There were the other scars you couldn't see.

Those really hurt.

You had to stay calm.

Your best hope was that you would be found soon.

At least you hoped so.

No, you knew Yoongi would look for you.

Hopefully he was going to find you alive.

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Suga just killed a man. 

And he was about to kill another. 

Specifically the one who let you leave the house with only one bodyguard.

“Namjoon!” Suga kicked open the doors to the meeting room where all his brothers were. “If even one hair on her head isn't intact when we find her, I'm going to kill you. It's a fucking promise”

Suga was past the point where he could control himself.

Anger was a fire that consumed everything in its path and the Second in Command would be the first target.

“Suga. Know. Your fucking. Place” Namjoon, who was sitting on the top of the table, barked each of the words as an order “I won't let you talk to me that way.”

The black-haired man let out a sinister laugh “Ah, you won’t? Then tell me brother, how is it that Nari, who is supposed to be our greatest responsibility, left this house without enough protection? “He paused when he was in front of him “With your permission?”

On the meeting room’s table you could see open computers and messy papers sprawled everywhere you looked.

To say that the seven Moons were in chaos was an understatement.

And what made things worse The Leader sent them a clear message:

He will not help them find the young heiress. 

You were their responsibility. 

And whatever happened to you. 

Kim DoHan swore to his sons, he would do it to them.

“I don't have to explain anything I do to you, Suga” Namjoon looked right into his eyes. Even if Suga was raging like a demon fresh out of hell, the Second in Command was intimidating. A calm sinister demeanor surrounding him. 

“You don't have to explain yourself?!? “ That was enough for the clan’s shadow to lose control and throw the first punch straight to his face “You break a promise, you lose a finger remember? Didn't we all swear to protect our father?” Suga screamed right at Namjoon’s face, Jhope tried to separate them but The eldest brother held him back. 

“This is on them,” he said.

Suga threw a second punch and this time Namjoon didn't dodge it, he let him hit him again “Do it then.” He took out a knife from his coat pocket “Start by cutting my finger. But after you finish with mine, you are next. Or did you forget that we also swore not to touch her?” The black-haired man's eyes widened, he knew he wasn't doing a good job of hiding his nightly trips to the girl's window.

The taller one held the knife by the edge of the blade hard enough for drops of blood to start dripping on the expensive fur rug. “Did you think no one would find out that you spend every night in her room? Weren't you supposed to follow her everywhere? Why didn't you follow her today? Where were you at the beauty salon?” 

Shit.

As hard as it was for him to admit it, he had failed you too.

This morning he had decided to go to settle some unfinished business instead of following you as he had been doing since the day you arrived in Seoul.

That made his blood boil even more.

But he wasn't going to explain himself to that jerk Namjoon.

“No answer? How about this one, do you think father doesn't already know what you have been doing? I'm going to find her Suga, and when I do I'm going to make sure of two things.” Namjoon paused, the light seemed to drain from his eyes, replaced by a menacing darkness. “The first thing I’ll make sure of is that you never touch her again. And the second one is that you are completely out of the clan's inheritance” he finished his voice sounding more like a growl. 

“You know what the funniest thing is Kim Namjoon? That you think you deserve everything, that you can control everything. Just because for now you are the right hand of the clan.” The other brothers were standing still in the room, none of them could challenge their Second in Command. 

Never like that.

Unless you were Suga and didn't give a shit if you lost a finger or your whole arm “Do you think your pathetic attempt to intimidate me really works? Go ahead, cut off your own finger and keep spilling blood on the carpet. It won't be a waste, after all you're not the true heir to this clan's legacy.... “ 

“That's enough hyungs, damn it! While you two are playing who has the biggest dick or the purest blood or some other ridiculous bullshit. Nari-Noona is somewhere scared, alone and who knows what they might be doing to her.” To everyone's surprise, the youngest of the brothers was the one who dared to interrupt them “For God's sake, a week ago they sent us a container of corpses, what do you think they're going to do to the heir of this clan?”

Suga and Namjoon turned in surprise to look at their younger brother, there were very few occasions when JK was disrespectful to them “We are wasting time, because in the best case scenario... they are going to kill her”

And in the best case scenario The Leader would kill them for failing in their mission.

“You are right, Joon,"  Jin, who was sitting at the other end of the table, stood up to look at his brothers. "This is the third time we are under direct attack, so I called my police contacts. Every inch of Seoul has at least one surveillance camera and Miss Nari was kidnapped in the only place where there wasn't one. They have contacts, at least with the security department.”

Seokjin was always the most controlled of the brothers, every step he took was well calculated. So many years involved with the high forces of his country's politics had taught him to remain calm in crisis.

And even if he couldn't get any answers, something was very wrong.

“I have 5 Hacker squads trying to trace her digital footprint, there is nothing, she disappeared” Jhope was the next one to speak “We are all worried, but this is already bordering on ridiculous, you have to stop fighting.” The others nodded in agreement with what the brown-haired man had just said.

Suga threw the knife to the ground and made an exasperated sound “You're right, I'm wasting my time with you.” He finally said and crossed the doors that would lead him to the mansion’s garden. 

When Suga was outside the house he felt someone grab him by the arm “Hey, the fuck is happening to you? You're not like that Hyung” it was Jhope who had followed him from the other room, clearly worried about him “Why are you so worked up? Are you... are you in love with her?”

“I don't know what the fuck you're talking about, Hope”  he answered trying to hide any emotion on his face.

Indifference was his best weapon.

But not with Jhope.

The younger man's eyes softened a little as he understood his brother's expression “Please don't lie to me, Hyung. I've known you since we were kids and we've both taken a bullet for each other...but if I was kidnapped today you wouldn't lose your head. Not like this.”

It was true, he had taken a bullet for Jhope years ago in the middle of a shootout but he probably wouldn't have a catfight in the middle of the room with Namjoon to protect him.

Probably.

“Let me rephrase the question. Do you care that much?” Suga knew he couldn’t lie to Jhope, his younger brother knew him too well. He could see through his every facade. 

The thing is, he didn't know the answer himself.

Did he like having sex with you? Hell yes.

Did he like talking to you? Yes, he did.

Did he like the way you smiled at him right before you kissed him or the way you looked at him when he told you one of his twisted stories?

Like you didn’t judge him. 

Like you understood him. 

Like you didn't see him as a monster, but as a man.

Oh, shit.

🌙 🌙 🌙 🌙 🌙 🌙  Last night...

“Tell me the stupidest thing you've ever done to get someone’s attention” Suga had asked you the night before while you were both still lying naked on your bed.

You let out an amused laugh “You have probably already seen it on my body. It 's embarrassing.” 

Suga laughed with you, the sound was warm and his eyes were locked on yours “Nothing on your body is embarrassing to me.” he said and you rolled your eyes. 

“Be serious” 

“I am” he pushed a rouge strand of hair behind your ears and you decided to continue talking before you got distracted with other things” 

“When I was 16 I got a Star Wars tattoo because the boy I liked liked Star Wars. I wanted to surprise him the first time he saw me naked he would see the jedi symbol” now you both started laughing “Don't judge me, haven't you done something stupid to get someone's attention?”

“Maybe.” Was the only thing he answered. 

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Here 's the thing.

Suga had gone to a tattoo parlor this morning.

That was his unfinished business.

He was getting a fucking Star Wars tattoo on his ribs. 

Right where you had it. 

He hasn't even watched the movies. 

Not even the new ones.

Oh, he was down bad.  And now he had to go see his dead mother.

Scratch that.

He had to go see his un-dead mother.

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Somewhere else in the house.

“The fuck do you mean you didn’t do this. This is not what we agreed on.” Namjoon's deep voice could barely be heard inside The Leader’s office. The tall man was standing in front of the window as he spoke into the phone “Then fucking find her Yong or I’ll make sure you are going to wish I kill you.” 

Yong.

The rumored dragon head of the triad.

The Second in command of the Seven Moons, had given the order to kidnap you. 

On his scheme to secure his place as the heir. 

He needed that for his plan to work. 

When you told him this morning that you were going to visit Grace and that you didn't need so many people following you around, the young gangster thought it was the perfect opportunity to put the next part of his plan into action.

But something went horribly wrong. 

And now he was the one who was betrayed.

“What have you done Namjoon-ah?” The voice of the eldest brother brought him out of his thoughts and he looked at him completely surprised  “Out of all the people I thought would betray our father, I would never think of you.”

“Hyung... “

“Just tell me that, whatever you're doing, you won't hurt Miss Nari, Joon. If there is someone innocent in all this, it's her.” Jin finished entering the office looking at his brother with disbelief. 

Seokjin looked at him with the eyes of an older brother. Hopefully waiting for all this to be a mistake. 

Because if Namjoon betrayed his father. 

He was a dead man walking.

But the elder also knew very well the resentment that Namjoon had grown up with. If someone has been hurt by Kim DoHan, it was his own son. Although he wanted to be wrong, Seokjin knew well what was in his younger brother's heart.

Revenge.

And that was not far from his own feelings.

“I came to think that all this love triangle, teenage fiction with Suga really meant that you liked the girl.” He poured himself a shot of the expensive whiskey that his father had in the office and let out a sigh before drinking it all at once “You will have to explain everything very well to understand you, Joon-ah”

Jin was the closest person to Namjoon in the clan, he saw him as an older brother. As a child he was the example of what he wanted to become one day, he hated to see that look of disappointment in his eyes “Hyung, you know perfectly well what my reasons are, I'm not going to stand by and wait for Kim DoHan to take away what is rightfully mine and hand it over on a silver platter to that asshole. She's just a means to an end.”

Before the younger one continued, Jin interrupted him, "If you want me to help you, you have to explain everything without lying to me this time.”

Kim Seokjin was the eldest of the seven moons.

And like all of them, he had lost much more than he had earned in all this time.

He would give all his money, cars, luxuries, fine clothes and contacts to have his family back with him.

But that was impossible.

And for the impossible, there is only revenge.

Break a promise, lose a finger.

If that really applied in the Seven Moon’s clan as it should, they would  have had all their hands and feet cut off.

Anger was an uncontrollable fire that burned everything in its path, it was useful, yes.

But for both clan leaders, retribution was much better and more satisfying.

A calm sea that was about to turn into a Tsunami.

A cold wave that will destroy everything on it's path.

Many games were played within the walls of the mansion of the 7 moons.

And your time was running out.

🌙 🌙 🌙 🌙 🌙 🌙 🌙  Hello!!! I'm sorry it took too long! I got sick and I was so tired I couldn't even read... much less write. BUT I'm catching up with all of you that are sending me messages, thank you you guys are so sweet!! 🥹 I mean, everytime someone says they're enjoying Hate! Makes me giggle like a teenager. Let me be honest, I'm enjoying writing this just as much. This chapter turned out to be one of my favs 👀 I wasn't like this on my original story and I am really liking how it is turning out.

Anyway, Hope you liked this one too!! Ps. I have Hate!11 Almost ready... what do you say double update tomorrow??

From the bottom of my chicken heart,

Thank you.

Love,

Ria 🌙

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[yinyuedijun]

miss mao i am so sorry to trouble you but i think at one point you rbed an absolutely scrumptious delicious red dead redemption omegaverse fic about a beta character taking alpha reader’s knot and i love it so so much but i can’t seem to find it anymore 😭😭😭 i’m sorry this is such a vague description because i don’t remember the character names as i’m not an rdr player but it was so good it has lived in my brain ever since 😔😔😔 do you perhaps know or remember the author? no worries if you don’t, of course!

also while on the topic of omegaverse, what would the deal be with your wbk boys? 👀👀👀 alpha suo, and mayhaps… omega sakura? 👀👀👀 lovingly sprinkles food for thought <333

I JUST REBLOGGED FOR U !! I am also not an rdr player and I also didn't remember the character's name but that fic was so hot I remembered exactly where to find it. ACLJSSKDJSK

PLEASE ANONNN I will die of horny if I think of omega sakura. he's so socially ostracised omega-coded now that I think about it oh my god........ I need to mate him posthaste. I agree that Suo is an alpha, and I think he's the kind of alpha who is often mistaken for a beta due to his suppressants and calm demeanor unless he gets agitated or territorial - at which point he is very clearly an alpha. the more classic alpha types are togame, kaji, and hiragi. nirei is a beta. and perhaps this is controversial, but I think umemiya is either a beta or an omega!

[ro--lal]

scenekid dave mayhaps (please and thank you)

guess whos Really Fucking Excited to be at hot topic (just realized these are not that scene IM SORRY)

[missjanjie]

Holy shit, that guy is fucking hardheaded with that take. I'm Catholic as well, but guess what? I was taught HFLE (Health and Family Life Education) from class 4 in primary school (so 10 or 11). We were taught about our cycles by female teachers, body changes to expect and about STDs.

I can't really say it did me much harm in the long run. Especially since my mother never had that sort of conversation with me (she's one of those "if you don't talk about it, it doesn't happen" sorts and Catholic as all hell herself) under the assumption that I would learn about it in secondary school biology, so she didn't need to bother. If my school didn't have the foresight to teach us young, I don't know what kind of hot mess I could have ended up in.

Also. Groundbreaking concept. People......don't think about sex at all times. Even when being taught about the subject. If you're feeling this strongly about this sort of topic......mayhaps you should re-evaluate yourself and make sure you're not lowkey repressing something unpleasant.

(Plus, don't we teach kids about consent from inception? "You may not touch me here, you may not touch me there, you may not touch me in my no-no square".)

[the post in question]

On top of that, his justification that he was giving to literal CSA survivors was ‘if you knew what was happening to you it would traumatize you more’ like I will hit you with a brick. As someone that used to work in early childhood education, we’re taught to look for certain signs and by and large, kids understanding their bodies and how people interact with them significantly lessens the chance of prolonged abuse.

Hell, I was in a two year olds class and I was changing one of their diapers with me in a chair and him standing up (another teacher was using the changing table) and he yells across the room to the other kids ‘can you guys see my penis?!’ and turned to face away from them. Once I was done trying not to laugh I realized that this kid knew two things: what that body part was called and that it is a private part not meant for everyone to see. I was overall very happy that his parents had given him that level of age-appropriate education.

What I mean with that anecdote is that in my opinion, there isn’t a ‘too young’ age for kids to start learning about these things, let alone waiting for adolescence. I imagine these sort of classes vary by location. We watched the ‘puberty video’ in fifth grade (so 11-12), but the thing was, I’d already been menstruating for two years. Luckily my mom had been on top of things, but it’s crazy to think how many kids are kept in the dark bcs of outdated puritanical beliefs.

No but yeah, the fact that they seem to think talking about sex/sexuality is somehow predatory and inappropriate or will make kids think about/want sex is… sus at best. In 7th grade we watched a video about birth and there were naked people in a medical context, and I promise no one got horny from it lmao.

[epithet-beloved]

Parental/Mentor Naven Headcanons mayhaps? 👀

MENTOR NAVEN NUKNUK

synopsis… Headcanons on what Naven is like as a mentor figure!

ft. Naven Nuknuk, Yoomtah Zing (mentioned)

tags… mentor/menteé dynamic, reader is a student teacher, author is projecting real hard, epithet erased spoilers, but only if you squint

word count… 691

a/n… I DON’T PLAAAAY WITH MENTOR NAVEN!!!! As a student teacher myself, i’m so projecting here… live laugh love the 9–5 isn’t worth it <3 ✧ 🦝

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 You’re Naven’s teaching assistant.  Being a teacher is DIFFICULT if you have no training, so he’s relieved when you, a student teacher, volunteer to team-teach interpersonal communications with him.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 He may be your mentor, but honestly there’s a mutual benefit to your dynamic.  He shows you the ropes of a work day, and you ease his anxieties about teaching his preferred subject.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 There’s an image in my head of you showing Naven lesson plans and he just pales.

“...W-What’s a unit of learning, may I ask?  Hm…  Is there a real difference between key concepts and key skills?”

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 All these terms are so new to him.  Honestly for a hot second it’s more like you’re mentoring him.  

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 The more you get used to your workflow and dynamic, the more his side of the mentoring comes in.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Naven may seem like a doormat to strangers, but he always knows just what to say and do.  If you’re anxious, he senses it, and he talks you through whatever it is that’s stressing you out.  He’s a real comforting presence.  It’s like you can talk to him about anything.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 When you become more comfortable talking about personal lives, Naven is just full of whimsy and enthusiasm for certain topics!  He loves babbling about different teas, what books he read recently, where he and his wife went for dinner last weekend… Honestly, doing something unexpected as he rambles is the only time you can ever catch him off guard.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 That’s another thing.  He has eyes on the back of his head, you swear it.  You’re doing any kind of slacking off and he peers over at you with squinted eyes and a furrowed brow.  How can one side-eye with unopened eyes?  No idea, but he has perfected it.

“...You better not be checking your socials during work hours.  How do I know?  Hm, I’m just psychic!” He jokes with a giggle.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 When you’re in an office together, sometimes one of Naven’s new chauffeurs will swing by, speedwalking to his desk and lightheartedly lecturing him on how he forgot his lunch.  It’s rather amusing to watch.  Sometimes she’ll talk with you, but you know she’s just here for Naven from how impatient she is waiting for him.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 You wonder just how on Earth the guy can have so many chauffeurs in such a short time span…

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Naven is the king of silly little office games.  There’s this thing called ‘mugging’ someone, where you’ll leave a mug full of treats and nice things with a note saying they got ‘mugged’ and they’re now in charge of mugging someone else.  And to tell you Naven LOOOVESSS doing things like this.  He’s so cheesy, but he likes livening up the workplace you’re in with him.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Sometimes he’ll take you to STEM because a guy could always need an extra pair of hands!  He does warn you that his colleagues could be a little, ehhh, eccentric, but nothing his protegé can’t handle!!

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 You’re well taken care of in STEM, Naven makes sure of it!!!

“If you need me, do tell me!” Naven reminds you once more as you board the lift up to his office.  “I won’t know otherwise.  Communication is very important!  People… can sometimes be unprofessional.  It’s happened before, and it can happen again.  I wouldn’t want my favourite student to run into the wrong person!”

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Speaking of, he loves calling you his favourite student he’s as cheesy as a charcuterie board i swearrrrr…

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 If you’re inscribed, then he’s so interested.  He asks tons of questions, curious about what your ability does, how it affects you daily, etc. etc.  He’s so attentive, and it’s almost flattering how much he wishes to get to know you and help you out.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Once you get close enough, Naven may invite you to work for him at STEM.  He trusts you, and he knows you’re a capable worker!  Plus, he can even provide accommodation if you live too far!

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Really, how could you refuse when he looks at you so hopefully?  He knows you can make a difference, and he’ll pave the way for younger people like yourself to make it happen.

[actual-lea]

psst bestie i want to start biking to the grocery store for fun and profit but i know less than nothing about bikes, do u have any recommendations for what kind of bike/helmet/accessories i should get or any other biking advice ??? thank u love u xoxo

I am grabbing you gently by the face and pulling you into my arms

Thank you for asking me about literally anything related to bikes

You've come to the right place, sort of - this is all just my own personal thoughts/opinions and you can probably find plenty of actual good (non super rambly) advice on reddit/youtube, but!

If you're wanting a bike for just going to the store, I would recommend looking for one that's labelled as a "city" or "hybrid" bike - these are pretty much made for commuting, they generally have regular ol' flat handlebars (rather than the fancy drop bars you see on fancy road bikes) and wider tires than a road bike, and also they're designed to have a more upright riding position (read: comfortable) so you're not leaning over the bars like some sort of aero racer guy in lycra. The wider tires also make the ride more comfortable, and some bikes have suspension on the front, which just means there's basically a shock absorber - depending on how gnarly the sidewalks/roads you're planning to ride on are, that can make a big difference in comfort also (and mayhaps keep groceries from bouncing around too much), but I definitely wouldn't say it's necessary. (The bike I've been riding on for three years, lovingly named Hot Topic, doesn't have any suspension and the only time I really miss it is when I roll over a particularly terrible pothole.) A lot of city bikes also come with fenders/mudguards (or whatever you want to call them - they're the things that keep your tires from splashing mud and water up into your face and/or butt) already included, which is nice if it's rained recently and you have to ride through any puddles.

They sometimes also come with racks also (or at the very least they generally have the mounts for racks included - if you're buying from a bike store they can absolutely install it for you), which you could use for bags/baskets/whatever for handy grocery carrying capabilities - if you're getting more than a few groceries at a time I would definitely think about investing in a rear rack and like a cargo basket thing of some sort to use with it as opposed to putting everything in a front basket, just because putting a lot of weight on the front can affect your center of gravity and make it a bit harder to steer/balance (ask me how I know). Alternatively a backpack can work just fine for transporting Stuff, but having something heavy on your back will make you sweaty and will kind of suck after a short while.

HOWEVER if you're doing the really budget option of spending like a hundred bucks on a bike at Walmart (which is a great option if you don't want to invest a ton in a bike that you aren't going to use a whole lot) then pretty much anything they have should work just fine. Last time I checked I think even they have city/hybrid bikes there as well? But if not, I would probably say just find a nice cheap mountain bike or "cruiser" bike, preferably one with the smoothest tires you can find that aren't super fat and preferably one with a nice comfy seat.

I don't really have any insight regarding helmets - I'm on my second helmet (only because I think you're supposed to replace them every few years) ever since getting "serious" about biking, and both of them have just been run of the mill $30 Schwinn helmets off the shelf at Walmart, and I've never had any problems with them. I think I actually looked up a list of the "best" (safest) helmets once and those were definitely on there as a good budget option, so like. As long as it's a helmet and it's on your head, you're probably good to go. (just make sure it fits properly - there's a little knob thing on the back that you can twist to adjust how tight it is, and make sure the strap is nice and snug under your chin also, you don't want it to fall off if you do ever happen to fall on your head)

The only other accessories I would recommend as strictly necessary would be lights (especially a taillight, ESPECIALLY if you will be doing any riding on the road or at crosswalks where it's really important for cars to see you), and a good lock. For that, I would say maybe don't go for the absolute cheapest option you can find, only because I had a bike stolen before and they cut through the cheap little cable lock I had like it was nothing lmao. (RIP $90 Walmart mountain bike, you were truly too good for this world.) ALSO if your grocery store doesn't have bike racks to lock it to (mine definitely don't) a good option can be to lock it to one of the cart return railing thingies instead, though obv I would recommend using one that's sorta farther out in the parking lot and not near a whole bunch of cars.

On the subject of lights, yeah 1000% get a taillight (you can get a set with front and back lights at Walmart for like ten bucks or something - the front one wraps around the handlebars and the rear one usually goes on the seat post, underneath the seat) and just have it on and flashing anytime you're on the bike, even in the daytime, if there is even the slightest chance that cars being able to see you is important. (Front light is also good, though I usually don't really use mine much unless it's actually getting dark or raining or something.)

If you're going to be riding on sidewalks or other places where pedestrians are present, it might not be a bad idea to also get a bell. The etiquette for trails/hike and bike paths/whatever is to give an audible signal before you pass someone, especially if you're on a bike and passing someone who's walking, to let them know you're there so they don't cross into your path and get run over. The usual thing is to call out "on your left" (because you should stay to the right and pass on the left if you're in the U.S. - I assume it's the opposite in places where you drive on the left instead) as you approach, with a couple seconds lead time to make sure they hear you/aren't startled by your presence and try to move TO the left instead. I do not have a very loud voice, and feel like I'm yelling when I do that, so I got a nice loud bell that I chime before going around people instead (YMMV on which is more comfortable - I feel kinda rude dinging a bell at people too sometimes, but it's definitely more rude (and dangerous) to just make no noise at all and hope they don't swerve to the side suddenly, so yeah).

You'll probably also want a little air pump to keep your tires inflated (the tires have little writing on the side to tell you what PSI/bar/whatever they should be inflated to) - again, you can get little kits at Walmart/Target/wherever that just come with lights and bell and pump already altogether so don't feel like you need to spend a ton on any of this stuff.

OH AND SUNGLASSES, I would recommend just getting like some dollar store sunglasses if you don't already have some that you can wear, not just for keeping the sun out of your eyes but also to protect your eyes from dust and bugs and stuff. Do not underestimate how much it sucks to have even the tiniest gnat fly into or around your eye, because you WILL have to close it/blink rapidly for a few seconds to get it out and you WILL momentarily lose your depth perception and it WILL be scary if it happens while you're moving fast.

Good lord I'm so sorry for this novel, hopefully there is at least SOMETHING remotely helpful in here, and if you have any other thoughts/questions at all please feel free to ask, there is absolutely no such thing as a stupid question in my book when it comes to bike.

[viperwhispered]

oooh these fic writer questions look so interesting! can i ask: 15, 18 (if theres any from 'fixation' mayhaps....? if its applicable ahahaha), 19, and 27? -diodellet

Ty for the questions! And yeah, I agree, I quite like these ones.

15. favorite weather for writing

Never really thought of this to be honest 🤔 I mean any weather that’s not too uncomfortable, really (not too hot, not too cold, mostly). I know a lot of people just adore the sound of rain, for example, but I can’t say I have a strong preference here.

Tho I suppose if the weather is nice, it does feel like a bit of pressure to be out and about instead 😅

18. if you keep them, share a deleted sentence or paragraph from a published fic

Digged through the version history for Fixation and found this set of alternative approaches I was considering for one point. Starts with the final text, followed by different alternatives I considered separated by slashes. Basically, different ways I considered having Jamil respond at that moment. (Also a sneak peek into how I format my drafts.)

You start tugging on Jamil’s clothes, wanting to see as much of you as he has seen of you. Jamil, however, quickly stops you. “We do not have that much time in our hands.” Your protests do not move him, only earning you another stern look. //"Had I known you were this eager/easy/willing/pliant, I would've been much more lax with my preparations / made my move earlier." // "For someone so eager, you've certainly made it difficult to get my hands on you." //”Not this time.” / Not now. This time? The implications have your mind spinning, a whole world of possibilities suddenly open for you. //”This is not the time (or place) for that. (I could get called away any moment, after all.)”

19. the most interesting topic you’ve researched for a fic

Answered here.

27. your favorite part of the writing process

Does hearing other people’s reactions count?

I guess whenever it feels like things are coming together. Whenever I get an idea I’m excited about, or figure out a good way to express something. It’s just always satisfying to have things work out, and always nice to be excited about what I'm doing. And I suppose anticipating how the person reading the story might react to some particular things ties into that, too.

(the full list of questions here)

[roosterforme]

emily! the hazelnut coffee club has officially overtaken my brain! i cannot stop thinking about what all the different roosters and OCs would order.

for example, i just feel in my bones that beer boy would order something completely unhinged - mayhaps a caramel ribbon crunch with like 6 shots of espresso? this of course made more unhinged in contrast by sugar getting something simple and classy, like a cortado.

would love to know your take on this topic, my barista brain has not stopped whirring all night. also genuinely curious what your go-to is?

The Hazelnut Coffee Club (HCC) is so important to me now that you said you can definitely see DadBrad drinking hazelnut coffee in The Younger Kind LOL. Okay, so here's a rundown of everybody's coffee order in my Bradley series fics...

Roo and BG universe: Roo drinks black coffee. He's a simple man, and he can't really taste the difference between Nespresso and Maxwell House. Baby Girl likes coffee with cream and sugar, and she is a lot pickier about which brands she drinks (Starbucks Blonde Roast.)

Beer Boy/Man and Sugar universe: Beer Boy is a bit of an extremist when it comes to coffee. He's just as likely to order a black coffee as he is to order a venti upside down iced caramel macchiato with cold foam and extra caramel drizzle. Sugar ironically does not take sugar in her coffee (BB says she's sweet enough) and just adds cream.

Coach and Kitten in Batting Practice: Coach likes all kinds of coffee, but he's going to order a flavored iced latte each time, and he doesn't give a fuck what you think about it. Kitten actually prefers hot tea and iced tea, but she's always hesitant to tell people that. If she does order a coffee, it's a white chocolate mocha with so much sweetener, it just tastes like hot chocolate.

Daddy and Babysitter (nickname coming soon) in The Younger Kind: Daddy loves his hazelnut creamer, and he uses a lot of it. He buys it in the big jug, because he rarely has time to go grocery shopping, and that's his one luxury item. His babysitter loves French vanilla. French vanilla lattes are definitely her drink of choice.

What do you guys think?