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katyspersonal · 2 months ago

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Oh boy, more asks..

These are some... strong words, but you are not exactly wrong about it! It is hard to grapple with. Where exactly "We should respect many things being open to interpretation in Elden Ring" stops and "You people did not play the same game tho" starts? You are not wrong about it at least being 'boring'. What use would be the story through this reading? Obviously, the tragedy of cycle of revenge and becoming the very thing you promised to destroy is a story with more importance and depth than..... than..... uuuuugghHHHH

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.....ok sorry I might have overreacted. BUT, I have my limits. What if I told you that trying to uplift the weight of the genocide by either dehumanising the species or finding an 'unavoidable reason' to do it is extremely poor taste. What then.

I suppose that a deeper reasoning here is how normal it became to see fandomry as moral act. The girls go into new interests and see stuff like 'war criminal', 'murderer', 'sex offender', 'committed/complicit in a genocide', 'abuser', 'fascist' etc etc as an obligation to hate the character! From which follows both desperately trying to prove that something is inherently wrong with fans of this character AND feeling in danger if THEY like this character! So what follows? Right, character should be "protected" from "slander"! A kind of behavior that does NOT belong in Fromsoft fandoms, but literally every other fandom IS like this so I am not surprised if people carry this disease here from their previous interests! I can't even judge it because in many cases people did have a reason to be worried about harassment because fandom inquisition would treat their morally grey or black fictional favs as testimony of their beliefs!

Again, maybe I am reading too deep into it? I am just really old, therefore I saw the fandoms as we know them these day at their birth. How that behaviour happened and how it developed. Yes, personal preferences and simply not wishing your fav to be hated are big factors when such things happen!

But I think we NEED to try and think what the writer tried to tell us! What IS the purpose of telling the story where the survivor of something unspeakable returns a long time later to wage a "war with no grace or honor" that gets countless innocent people killed? Would Miyazaki write a story that excuses fascism and genocide?

Nonetheless, so many people just not really think through this lense: why would author write this? A genius writer with multiple masterpieces under his belt before Elden Ring, consistently criticising all the ways society and humanity can go corrupted or monstrous? Would he focus on how wrong the Crusade was just to make Marika and Messmer good guys here, or focus on how cruelly Marika treated the last Fire Giant, after a war with 'Fire of Ruin that could burn the Erdtree' for you all to say she had good intentions in it? 'Death of the author' should have always stayed just a narrative method, as opposed to fandoms deciding to miss the point for the whole past decade!

...And the most frustrating part is that they'll treat those who simply demand more lore accurate reading of the story and characters, without even any moral weight to it, as "omnipresent problem", when going anywhere near Youtube, Reddit and Twitter attempting to avoid Marika defence is like that scene from animated Snowwhite and Seven Dwarves where heroine ran through the dark woods and something horrid would show up no matter where she pokes her nose!

But, look, anon, you are doing That Thing. You are upset at the way some DLC reveals had changed the things in the fandom, when it is not the fault of the DLC. Even before SOTE, there was the whole infight about 'wow Marika is like Gwyn but somehow more evil' vs 'she is just a puppet of Greater Will that wants to rebel'. Such complex characters just tend to attract falling into one extreme or another! One side, likewise, was saying that she was unfairly vilified even when criticism was valid, another was snapping at them saying they woobified her-

Again: just because we as a fandom are not ready for the concept of 'tragic backstory makes a character more realistic than someone bad just because they're bad' does not mean that writers should not make stories like this! I know I am one hell of a misanthrope that can't care less about the "community", but I think somewhere deep down, even I believe we could be better and help each other to improve! People who decided that character is just bad without sympathetic traits and will side-eye anyone who says otherwise are a HUUUUUGE pain, but so can be people who take any criticism as a personal attack!

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Eh, I am glad that you liked my analysis, anon; It is strangely a second instance ever since SOTE came out where I get anon approvals over "actually analysing lore for what it is instead of using popular headcanon or theory" (first was about Nanaya)! I do not check fandom beyond what ends up on my feed, just never had that habit, but are things actually this drastic?

Regarding your confusion, I think it became widespread because a very popular artist started to draw/write a lot of this fanon? Personally, I absolutely dread when it happens in the fandoms; when it is not a singular popular person on Twitter OR Youtube, it is a group of "cool kids" on some community Discord or whatever, but the resulting hegemony of the same takes/designs/ships/preferences/etc is always there! Don't get me wrong, I am a boring unimaginative autist whose only talent is over-analysing a videogame, HOWEVER. In the places where canon goes vague and one should apply their own creativity, I'd rather see variety of interpretations! Not something that can be helped: most fans, especially the new ones, will adopt popular takes without scrutiny in order to socialise faster and be noticed. It is a self-feeding cycle that you can only escape when you block out all fandom influence and try to look by yourself!

And, well, I guess this is what I do? I try to make sure I don't have any biases besides 'what makes more sense', 'what works better', 'what has more evidence' and 'what author most likely implied'! I guess this is how I ended with "acknowledging the actual relationship" as you've put it! 'Knowing' is a very loud word for Fromsoft lore, yet these games give you limited amount of ingredients and despite there not being a recipe, you would still not try to cook a cake seeing ingredients clearly meant for a soup! Or is it for salad? Or lasagna...? Well, it is not for something sweet, right?

#fandomry rambles #ask replies #elden ring #shitposting #sorry for brain damage with the memes it will happen again

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marvelmaniac715 · 1 year ago

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Something different that’s loosely inspired by Tangled and this particular cover on YouTube:

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I know it’s a far fetched au but just bear with it and have fun.

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When the twins were reborn into two separate bodies, Tiffany was too preoccupied with the mayhem of transferring her soul into Jennifer Tilly to keep an eye on the babies… or Chucky. She didn’t see when he transferred a fraction of his soul into a cop who arrived at the scene, and she didn’t notice when Chucky’s doll body went down without much of a fight (come on, why would he seriously fight his own child? He wasn’t a monster).

But she really should have noticed when she went to sleep one night with two babies in the house and woke up the next morning with only Glenda in the house. Baby Glen was already nearly out of the state with their father (in his new human body). Glen was taken because, well, Chucky was a proud man, and he had many hills that he was willing to die on. This particular hill was that he wasn’t losing both of his children to Tiffany, that wasn’t happening, no way.

Besides, raising a kid would be fun, right? He was doing Tiffany a favour, because twins are hard work (Chucky thought so at least) so if they both took one twin they’d share the workload. He really thought that being a father would be easy… how wrong he was.

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As Glen got bigger and began to move around, Chucky realised that he’d have to find somewhere secure to keep his kid trapped safe, because Tiffany had used her newfound influence as a celebrity to put up billboards and adverts offering a reward for the safe return of her kidnapped eldest child. Glen had unmistakable red hair, that would be a dead giveaway if they were ever in public, so something had to be done.

It was actually pretty easy to find an abandoned house in the countryside with windows that could be barred. The hard part was trying to keep the naturally curious Glen from exploring. To combat this issue, Chucky invented a variety of cruel monsters that would await them if they ever left the protection of their father. For example, if Glen asked to go into the woods surrounding the house to pick berries, Chucky would give them a ‘regretful’ look and say ‘sadly’:

“I really wish I could take you outside, champ. Really, I know how much you want to go outside, but the werewolves are really vicious this time of year, you’d get ripped to shreds if you so much as snap a twig. Nothing I can do, sorry buddy.”

And so, Glen grew up very sheltered, with limited media access to prevent them from seeing their mother’s plea for them to come home as well as to preserve their naivety about the outside world. If Glen ever knew about what they were missing, everything Chucky had done would be ruined.

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It was the week before Glen’s eighteenth birthday, and all they knew for certain is that for their entire life there had been something… missing. Like there was something they were supposed to know or be that had been denied to them by… somebody. The only person who could possibly be lying to them was their dad, but he was the only person protecting them, surely he wouldn’t lie? He’d always told Glen the truth about how dangerous the world was.

Despite being told for their entire life that the world was really dangerous, Glen was desperate to go outside, and they were nearly eighteen now - an adult! Surely their dad wouldn’t mind if they left the house as a full-grown adult? Glen tried to bring up the subject with their dad every day, but every time the word ‘outside’ escaped their lips, their dad would glare at them and say coolly:

“We’ve talked about this, Glen, ever since you were a little kid. What have I always said about the world?”

And every time Glen would reply:

“That it’s dangerous, dad. I know.”

Then their father would respond whilst patting them on the shoulder:

“Exactly, so just stay home where it’s safe, yeah?”

But not today. Glen wasn’t backing down this time, no matter what. They had backing arguments and were prepared to beg if necessary. They just wanted to feel the breeze in their hair and blades of grass between their fingers. Was that a crime? They didn’t think so.

So when their dad came home, Glen set their plan into motion. They pulled out the big presentation they’d made on poster board from under their bed and detailed all of the merits of them being allowed to outside for once. Their dad watched all of this with his arms crossed and a disapproving scowl, and when Glen was finished he simply said:

“No.”

Disappointed, Glen began to plead:

“C’mon dad, I’m eighteen now! I’m an adult!”

Chucky snorted and responded:

“Try again when you can legally buy a beer. You’re still a kid, champ. The answer’s still no, nice presentation though.”

With this, Chucky clearly thought the discussion was over, because he turned and began to walk away. But out of sheer desperation, Glen grabbed a hold of their father’s shoulders to beg him to stay. Maybe it was the argument, maybe it was the grabbing, but whatever caused it, Chucky turned around and shoved Glen to the ground. Hard.

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Just ten minutes later, Chucky was begging for Glen’s forgiveness (even if he didn’t seem all that sincere). He kept asking if there was anything he could do to make it up to them, and at first Glen refused, but then an escape plan formed in their mind. If they could get their father out of the house for long enough, Glen could find a way to get out. With this in mind, they smiled coyly and said casually:

“Y’know, it’s my birthday in a week…”

Slightly confused, Chucky shrugged and responded:

“Yeah, I know, I was there.”

In their best neutral tone, Glen continued:

“I remember one year you got me these really cool paints made from seashells? I think that’s what I want for my birthday this year if you don’t mind.”

Chucky looked hesitant.

“Are you sure champ? Those shells can’t be ordered online, they’re a long way away, I’d be gone for a few days.”

Glen pouted and gave him their best puppy eyes.

“Please? It’s all I want for my birthday.”

Their dad still looked unsure, but something in his expression softened, and Glen knew they’d done it.

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It took two hours and a lot of spare fabric like bedsheets and jackets, but Glen finally found a window that was open enough for them to drop part of their homemade rope to the ground below, close their eyes and pray. Glen was ripped from their prayer for safety when they felt a tug on the rope, like someone was climbing up. Sure enough, with much puffing and panting, a teenager with short red hair who looked remarkably like Glen had climbed their way up the rope, a relieved expression on their face.

“Thank god! I didn’t think I’d ever get in, you’re a lifesaver!”

Glen screamed and nearly let go of the rope before the teenager in front of them raised one of their hands in a placating gesture, saying:

“No, no, please! Just hear me out for a second, okay?”

Glen didn’t trust this person. All they’d ever been taught was that people from the outside world were dangerous, and even though they were determined to explore the world, they were still very wary of people - and this one had just climbed into their house without warning.

“W-who are you? How are you in my house? Why should I trust you?!”

Glen fired these questions at the stranger as they helped them in, pulling in the rope so it wouldn’t fall. The stranger just laughed nervously (a habit Glen shared… seriously, who was this person) before offering out their hand to shake Glen’s.

“I know this is gonna sound crazy, I’m still getting my head around it. But basically, mom and I have been looking for literal years, and I came on a camping trip on my own this week because it’s my birthday this week and I wanted to have some fun. I saw you in one of the windows and I just thought, wow, a person who looks like me, locked up in a big creepy house- no offence- then it has to be… Long story short, I’m Glenda, pronouns they/them. I think I’m your twin.”

Glen had nothing to say in response to that.

#chucky #chucky series #childs play #seed of chucky #horror #charles lee ray #tiffany valentine #glen ray #glenda ray #fanfiction #tangled #rapunzel #tangled au #au #human chucky #human au #Youtube

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parasit-kind · 2 years ago

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2. welcome to 2014

almost 3 months into..2014!!! so it seems as the oldies of gen z begin to feel their age and yearn for their short lived memories... enter the 2014 revival. reborn are the lipsync tiktoks in imitation of musically and the carefully curated instagram layouts, but... doesn’t it all seem too desperate...

it’s a feeling that i have myself, the desire for these days to return. i have had conversations with my parents regarding the nostalgia they feel, and their responses have been fairly. mundane. to say the least. perhaps a human cannot voice their thoughts with the utmost emotion, but as to what i feel in the midst of the 2014 resurgence, i feel .. a bit desolate.

getting older is something that i have not been able to accept, and i may never ever accept it.. i cling onto this era as if i meant something to it, and not only it to me, as though i was one of the faces that appeared if one were to search ‘tumblr face model’. (remember those..) i wasn’t; in fact, in 2014, i was only 10. my tumblr era only came to pass two years later, and then, already, was my anguish and longing for a reversal back from 2016 to 2014 strongly present. the bands i admired had peaked and were on what i - and many other late comers to the tumblr scene would soon find out - the last of their short-lived fame. one direction had dissolved, the blurryface tour was over, fall out boy was about to change their sound forever, halsey’s badlands was already tiring out my ears after constant repeat... the offenses go on. i had arrived too late.

when the nostalgia begins in a desperate state, the feeling of “if only i had known a bit sooner”, of “it was just barely a year ago”, the sense of something being so close but absolutely impossible to meet, then the hopeless knot will only swell. hopelessly did i keep my grip on albums that had long phased out of radio play and on youtube videos that were beginning to accumulate dust (hah.. if they were old then, then what should i call them now? figments of the past? my imaginations?). the rebirth of 2014 is something i wish i could connect to, but it only makes me more and more sorrowful. a reminder of what i missed, what i will never get back. it’s a shame, living in the past like this, unable to accept age, can’t ever stand and move forward.

well. what do i do as a person living in 2014>??? explained!

youtube - old gameplays as my white noise. if its not stampy, its pewdiepie, and if not pewdiepie, it is markiplier. in reality, i used to watch exclusively dan and phil, though i say exclusively only in the sense that i cannot for the life of me remember who else i used to enjoy (oh child brain. small and discarding). dan and phil, however, are now intangible to me. i do not watch any new uploads, of course, not of any of the aforementioned creators, nor in general, but for the dan and phil duo, i find that their content has become for me unbearable. perhaps it is something akin to too intense a feeling. i’m uncomfortable with the elapsed time i spent with them previously. it’s like trying on pants meant to fit but being in reality too small; recognizable, something reliable, but a feeling that something is wrong, unusual. i find something else..

music - i praise music for its longevity. whereas youtubers come and go, and videos are deleted and forgotten, music seems to live on and on. take, for example, the life of a 70s tv shows versus that of a 70s song.. i would imagine the song has remained more potent. visual media tends to get lost, while audio travels by ear, and consequently, by mouth. songs of the tumblr era are in no way misplaced. rather, this is a medium that many seem to agree upon as having been of particular heavy influence. the 1975, troye sivan, one direction, twenty one pilots. mayhaps they’ve come and gone out of favor, but the recordings of old songs remain. it is strange indeed, the tolerance for old songs, but something in a tune is peculiarly able to trigger emotion within a human.

clothing - my final reliable, and regretfully, the practice that has experienced the most shift in public opinion and execution. i find comfort in the articles of the tumblr era, but it is, for many in this day, a symbol of something far more sinister, a distress surrounding the romantic obsession with the sick and lifeless. perhaps i will cover this more thoroughly later, but really, if i was happier then than i am now, could it have been so terrible... fashion was an important indicator of the ‘us’es and the others in 2014, and so it remains now, but there is a feeling of shame to return to it. no longer are we, the ‘us’es, able to be understood by those younger than us. this was naturally not an issue in 2014, when we were the young ones, unable to judge ourselves. so again... we have gone from being oh so misunderstood to being such once again. it’s a futile cycle for those that long for the return of 2014, never feeling unity with the present world, yet never having been united with that moment of the past. it is, really, like standing in the middle of a zebra crossing, but the road is completely desolate. you’ve forgotten your directions, your lefts, rights, and norths, souths. you’ve misstepped and can’t recall if you were moving forward or backward. you’re thinking at once, “where should i go?”, “why am i alone?”, “what should i do now?”

time is the only stable value in a human life, but what is one to do when time has for them become distorted...

here’s to 2014 |-/ ✉️

>parasitka პარაზიტკა

p.s. i reckon i will make a post of some tumblr era interests of mine soon, something less fatalist...

#long thought

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misspearly1 · 2 years ago

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LILY!!! 😭😭

Holy hell. I wish you could have seen me doing my little happy wiggling dance when reading through this. In fact, I wish you could have seen all my reactions when reading through this. You know me, my love. The feedback is a little long, so expect more under the cut 🥰

Ok, first of all, I have to admit that I didn't watch any youtube vids on Yellowstone yet. I did plan to, but I've read books before in the past then watched the movie afterwards and it was so fun to see the characters I read about in real life. I'm going to do the same thing here. If you don't mind, could you keep tagging me for this series? I am really interested in Ryan and Reader - I love her name too! Annabelle Dutton. 💚

I like how you started off this story in the beginning. Straight away, we are in jail with Ryan and it sets the scene nicely for the rest to unfold. Oh man, I just love anything regarding men with southern accents and reading him call her 'sugar' got me drooling!!! YOU GOT ME DROOLING WITH YOUR WRITING! Good job, my lovely.

Moving onto the next paragraph (after the divider), I like how the POV changes and we get some insight on how Ryan feels. Honestly, meeting John through his eyes made me feel nervous too! I wouldn't want to get on the man's bad said either and I'm interested in knowing more about this entire series. I want to know more about the Dad and Yellowstone Ranch & Reader and Ryan too. (If I have to watch some of the show to understand, I don't mind doing that. 🥰)

'Before John can say anything else, you drag Ryan down the stairs and towards the truck. You finally had a date with him after all this time and not even your dad could ruin it.' -- is that a little foreshadowing there? 😏 I like it!

As we moved through the story, I really enjoyed the glimpses of how she met Ryan and why she adores him so much. It's teasing me with a little information that ultimately makes me want to know more! I want to know where she has been over the years. I love when two characters find each other again after some time had passed, but that attraction never disappeared. 💚

Moving onto the smut - oh wow! You wrote it so beautifully. I love how giggly and sweet they both were. I love how gentle Ryan was and careful too (condom). I love reading a little humour in the middle of something so intimate. And this paragraph right here -> 'Looking into your eyes, his soften, the desperation giving away to something more. His lips find your again, but gone is the primal hunger, left is only love. And as he kiss you deeply, he push in.' <- Wow! Just wow! So eloquently written with a lot of love and passion.

Okay, this is what I was talking about with my reactions, because where the story went next made me clasp a hand over my mouth in shock. I knew somewhere, at some point, they're going to be arrested for something because it began with them both in jail. But it still took me by surprise and it was a nice surprise too! The condom hitting his hand is where I broke me silent shock and started laughing! Aghhh! I can picture that moment being so embarrassingly funny.

To end the story, I love how we're back in the jail cell, and even though it's not a nice place for either of them to be, it's still sweet and beautiful between them. Certainly didn't feel like Valentine's was ruined at all. I love how you wrote them exchanging those three important words 'I love you', and I especially love that you wrote Ryan saying, “I’ll make you mine one day, Annabelle Dutton.”

Oh wow! Lily, you took me on beautiful whirlwind ride of emotions with this one. And I've enjoyed ever second of it! Your writing never ceases to amaze me. I always think, there's no way Lily can top this off, this is the best thing I've ever read from her. But here we are!!! You just keep getting better and better with the storytelling.

Thank you so much for tagging me. I look forward to reading more 🥰💚

Really loving this guy now, thanks to you hehehehe! 😏

A Day to Remember

Ryan x reader

Summary: Yours and Ryan's first date doesn't exactly go as planned.

Notes: This is actually part 3 in a small series I'm making for Ryan. My brain just didn't want to get part 1 and 2 done first 🤣

So part 3 came first and are a part of the Thirsty for Cox writing challenge. The prompt was "I didn't picture spending my Valentine's in jail".

Also.... reader has a name. Annabelle Dutton. This is used maybe 3 times in all the parts I'm planning. But it's for a purpose and it's still a reader insert. No descriptions of her appearance. Thanks to @e-dubbc11 for help finding the name ❤️

Warning: fluff, kissing, dry humping, protected sex (Ryan is very responsible and very scared of John Dutton 🤣).

Stretching your back, you slowly start to feel the ache going through your body from the uncomfortable seat. The worn mattress on the bench beneath you had definitely seen better days. The coldness from the wall you’re leaned against is starting to set in and a slight shiver runs though you. Very cold and unwelcoming. As you shiver once more, you get why people hate it here.

Not long after a jacket is draped softly over your shoulders followed by a comforting hand on your head. “Well, I didn’t picture spending my Valentine’s Day in jail.” You chuckle softly, looking over at Ryan next to you. He just smiles before pulling you closer, trying to get you warm.

“Me neither, sugar, but you gotta admit. It’s a Valentine’s you won’t forget anytime soon.” He laughs, hands rubbing your arm and back gently. “And getting here was kinda fun.”

Not many things could rattle Ryan. With the life he lived on the Yellowstone ranch, he’d seen and tried it all. Deaths, fights, shootings, you name it. Yet now, he feels his hands get clammy and the nerves settling in. This was by far the most terrifying thing he’d done. Walking up to the door, he exhales sharply. Right now, he’d rather wrestle a bull than get the potential wrath of John Dutton. Still, he rings the bell.

After a long wait, John opens the door, clearly confused to see Ryan there. “What do you want? Is there a problem?”

“No. Mr. Dutton, I-” Ryan pauses, taking off his hat, nervously brushing off some dirt. “I’m here to pick up your daughter for a… a date.”

John frowns, looking over his shoulder towards the house where the voices of his family can be heard in the next room. Looking back at Ryan, confusion washes over John’s face. “Beth?!”

“No, Sir. I’m here for-”

“He’s here for me, daddy.” You sing behind him, giving John a quick peck on the cheek before snaking around him to go out the door. As soon as Ryan lays eyes on you, his smile widens. You wonder if you’ll ever tire of his smile and the way he lights up when he sees you. You take a step closer, taking his hand as a soft blush creep up your cheeks.

“Oh my. Darlin’, you look-” Ryan starts, but is cut of but your dad clearing his throat. He eyes Ryan with a killer look. He takes a step forward, looking Ryan dead in the eye. “Have her home by 10.”

“Daddy, I’m not a kid! I-”

“I said 10.” He cuts you off, before looking at Ryan again. “Ryan. That’s my baby girl. If anything happens…”

“Yes sir. I understand.”

Before John can say anything else, you drag Ryan down the stairs and towards the truck. You finally had a date with him after all this time and not even your dad could ruin it.

First stop was a spot you were all too familiar with. Ruby’s Café. It wasn’t the fanciest place in town, but it did mean a lot to you both. It was here he’d picked you up after your first drunken night, where you’d shared your first lunch off the farm and where you had first realized you had feelings for him. You had looked at him and Rip at the counter, his smile and laugh so infectious. When he locked eyes with you across the room that afternoon, you’d known right away that your heart would belong to no other.

The meal was good as always and the hours flew by. Never once an awkward moment, lots of laughs and memories shared. He tried to catch you up on everything that had been going on while you were away and you shared what you had done the last few years. Mostly you kept coming back to how much you had missed him and every time Ryan’s face lights up.

“Where can I take you now? Want a drink?” He asks as you leave Ruby’s, his voice dropping low as he closes the distance between you. One hand snake around your waist, pulling you closer. His finger hooks under your chin, bringing your eyes to his. Leaning down, your lips meet in a sweet kiss.

“No. Take me to your favorite spot instead.” You smile. A bar would be fine. You wouldn’t mind a drink, but you’d rather have him to yourself anywhere else. Ryan just smiles, his face telling you he knows exactly where to take you.

He takes you back to Yellowstone, on the outskirts of the park. Bordering on your family’s land, there is a clearing by the river. In the summer it’s a really popular spot for hikers, but there’s rarely anyone in the winter months. The weather is still a little cold, but Ryan pulls some blankets from the bed of his truck and place them on the ground. It’s all so perfect. The view over the Yellowstone, the sound of the coursing river next to you, stars above and moonlight to illuminate it all. But most importantly, Ryan by your side.

“You know…” He starts as you both sit down on one blanket, pulling the other around you. “I always dreamt of doing stuff like this with you one day.”

“Ah, I wouldn’t have taken you for such a romantic.” You tease as you nudge his side. Deep down your heart is threatening to burst through your chest, but you try to keep it cool. You love him so much and you know he cares about you too, but a part of you, the part who grew up on the Yellowstone and knows how life can be, is afraid to hope for too much.

“Only for you.” He smiles, placing a soft kiss on your cheek. “But if you tell anyone else, I will deny it.”

“Of course you will.” You giggle, kissing his jaw. The whole ranch already knows how gone for you he is. He hasn’t been the same since you came back and honestly, neither have you. Ever since you got a second shot at happiness with Ryan, your whole world has turned around. A total cliché, especially on Valentine’s day, but the world is suddenly a better place with him in it and you never want to let him go.

Leaning into his touch, you kiss him. Softly at first, savoring the feeling of his soft lips against yours. But soon the kiss turns more passionate, hungry. Within minutes you’re straddling his lap, grinding against him, needy for more. You feel him harden, his cock straining against the zipper of his jeans as you grind harder.

With greedy hands, you open his jacket, slowly moving to open his shirt. His hands are on you, moving under your jacket. The night is cold, but you don’t even feel the gush of wind on the sliver of exposed skin. You’re burning, the desire enough to keep the cold at bay. With the last button taken care of, your hands glide down Ryan’s exposed chest. But just as you reach for his belt buckle, he stops you.

“Sweetheart, maybe we should-” He breathes out, swallowing hard as he pulls away from you. “Maybe we should head home instead?”

“Yeah? To your bunk bed or my room… who’s right next to my dad’s?” You ask, cocking an eyebrow at him. Ryan opens his mouth, probably to throw a sassy remark at you, but he just stops, smiling at you.

“Well, when you put it like that.” He shrugs before breaking into a grin. The grin quickly disappears though, when you grind your hips against him once more, making him moan under you. You’re playing dirty, you know it, but you want him and the hard bulge pressing against your already soaked core tells you he wants the same.

He lays you down gently, lips never leaving yours as his hands move to the bottom of your dress, fingers moving up your thigh as they push the dress up. Needy and unable to hold back any more, you open his belt buckle and pulling the zipper down. Any other time, you’d take your time, but right now you feel like you might die if you don’t feel Ryan inside you soon. So many years wanting this and you can’t wait a minute longer.

“Eager, are we?” He grins, sucking on your neck, surely leaving a mark that you would get teased about tomorrow. But you honestly don’t care.

“Shut up, Ryan and fuck me. Please.” You beg, not even trying to hide the desperation in your voice as you roll your hips against him. Pushing away from you, Ryan sits back on his heels as he search his pockets for a condom. When he finds the little foil packet, he frantically push his jeans down and fumble with the rubber. You can’t help it and giggle softly at his desperation.

“Don’t laugh at me. The last thing I wanna do is get you pregnant. John would never forgive me.” He grins as he comes back down, hovering over you. Looking into your eyes, his soften, the desperation giving away to something more. His lips find your again, but gone is the primal hunger, left is only love. And as he kiss you deeply, he push in.

You gasp as he fills you, the stretch of his thick length beyond anything you could imagine. Slowly, he bottoms out, breathing hard at the feeling of you. “Fuck sweetheart.” He whisper against your neck, peppering your sensitive skin with soft kisses.

Little after little, he begins moving faster, thrusting into you harder. Your whole body feels alive under him and as he hits your sweet spot, again and again, you’re close to-

“Right, break it up.”

Frozen in place, you both stare to the side, finding one of the Donnie’s deputies pointing a flashlight at you. “Shit.” Ryan says through gritted teeth as the breaks away from you, making sure you’re covered. He helps you to your feet, doing his best to stand between you and the deputy until you’re decent.

“You have to come with me to the station.”

“Look, you’re clearly new.” Ryan turns and close his pants, reaching in to pull the rubber out. It springs off his cock, the end hitting his hand. He mutters under his breath, shaking off the pain, before he looks to the deputy again. “I’m Ryan. From the Yellowstone. Livestock agent. You don’t want to take me in.”

“Public indecency. There are campers on the other side of the river.”

And surely enough, further up on the opposite bank you see a small fire and some tents. Shit. You have no chance but to follow him down to the station.

“You think dad will be mad?” You ask, snuggling closer to Ryan. His hand comes to a rest on yours, rubbing soothing circles on the back of your hand.

“Yes, he will.”

Looking up, you see your dad standing next to Donnie, a sour expression on his face. The door to the cell slides open and John gestures for you to follow. Eyes fixed on the ground, you avert his gaze as you walk past him. He stops Ryan in the door.

“Not you.” John removes his hand, looking into Ryan’s eyes. “I tell you to take care of my daughter and you get her arrested? You can spend the night here, I’ll send Rip after you in the morning.”

Knowing better than to argue with the boss, Ryan throws his hands up in defeat, sitting back down. Taking a hold of the bars, you look in at him with a smile. “Hi, Ry.” He looks up, those beautiful blue eyes finding yours and even now he can’t help but smile when he looks at you. Grinning, you blow him a kiss. “Best Valentine’s ever. I love you.”

“No, you don’t.” John groans, pushing you away from the bars. Ryan just grins, running to the bars, closing the distance between you.

“You love me? I love you too!” He shouts after you. Giving hell to your dad, you run back and give Ryan the biggest kiss through the bars, grinning like a fool. “I’ll make you mine one day, Annabelle Dutton.”

Before you can answer, John drags you out of the station and into his truck. The entire way home, you think about Ryan, already excited for your next date. Your dad would come around eventually… You hope… He’s a Dutton after all, so you never know.

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asoulofatlantis · 2 years ago

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The Machalania-Temple was always one of those temples were I had real trouble remembering what I had to do when I was facing the Trial but this time, it took me no time at all to get it done. I am impressed by myself. My brain is really bad at remembering things and its been AGES since I last played FFX but for some reason, this apparently has finally found its way into my long term memory XD In any case, we are getting closer to the mid-final of this game now. The difficulty will rise from here on out. But we are prepared.

This has always been one of Wakkas biggest issues. If he needed someone to blame, he blamed the AlBhed. That was the easiest way for him to deal with things he could accept or understand. Chappus death happened because he chose a machina Weapon that was made by the AlBhed and operation Migen failed because of the AlBhed Machina and everything really is the AlBheds fault in his eyes. Thankfully, he will learn his lesson soon enough. But this is, while Wakka is otherwise a nice character, something that makes you fancy him a lot less for a while.

You know whats fun? I never really noticed myself, that we were literally on Sins back this whole time. I saw a video on YouTube a while ago who explained it and proved it by showing the ruins on Sins back and all and it makes absolut sense too. But I always thought we were standing just on some random ruins beneath the temple and Sin just suddenly showed up. In truth, the reason we survived that fall, is likely because we fell on Sin, but I only see that now.

There is something motherly about Lulu and I really like that about her.

To be fair... Wakka really had it rough for a while ^^’

Both Cid and Rikku speak Spiraisch without even so much as a dialect. Brother doesn’t. Makes you wonder why...

BTW... whoever made the background-sounds for this part of the game hopefully got fired.

Even when Tidus straight out asks the question, they all keep quiet. I really think its just cruel and mean at this point. He must face the truth eventually anyway. Plus, I get the: “It was just to hard to say” - part, but wasn’t it also hard hearing Tidus talk about what happens after Sin all the time?

It took them half of the game to finally officially reveal that and it hit extremely hard. We as the player could have easily gotten the hints until then, but as I mentioned before, to hear them confirm it, is still different from just thinking that this might be the case.

Also... watching Tidus suffer. Watching him realize what he had said and done, knowing that he never had bad intentions and all, was really painful.

Who is cutting onions here? This scene always hurts my heart a bit. And I love how Valfaris looks like she understand Tidus pain and wants to comfort him, even tho he hit her in his desperation. She is one of the faith. One of them who isn’t allowed to finally find rest and over and over again for a 1000 years she had to watch summoners sacrifice themselves. So I believe she truly can understand Tidus pain and desperation.

Someone give this boy some baldrian! He needs to calm down! I understand his anger and frustration and I know that he just wants to see Yuna and apologize to her and all that, but he really needs a calm head first.

Its a bit funny... I find Tidus cool and all in that scene, but for some reason it suddenly reminds me of Rean promising to Towa and the other that Crow would come back to them so they can graduate together. I was so angry at Rean back then, because he wasn’t thinking at all when he said that. It was just his wish that that would happen, but he had not been willing to think through how that was supposed to work, given how he had been talking about a freaking terrorist who shot the chancellor. Tidus here too, is just guided by his emotions. His wishful thinking defy all logic. He doesn’t want Yuna to die, so she wont. He want to find a way, so he will. That he is facing a cycle that has been going on for 1000 years and that, if it was easy to break, would have been broken a long time ago, doesn’t even hit his stubborn head in this moment. Playing young man who are kind of still boys somehow, can be exhausting, I tell you XD (Now I finally have reached the point where I understand what Auron always meant, when he said young summoners aren’t easy and always causing trouble and stuff like that. It probably shows tho, that I am getting old XD)

Uh... I don’t think Steam can deal with this animation XD Its embarrassing, given how expensive my computer was.

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eunivrse · 3 years ago

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ASMR (III) confirmation

# multi. aot characters / reader

─ you’d think crossing paths with the person who owns the voice you fuck yourself to almost every night would nearly be impossible, but then again, life is full of surprises.

chapter summary: this is it. confirmation of whether or not that man is actually who you think he is. what’s your next move?

content warning: LOTS of cursing, masturbating, dirty talk, use of sex toys, degradation, subby euphoria

word count: 3.8k

note: the little fishes i used for dividers indicate that the next scene will be a flashback

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“You sure you’re gonna be okay walking home?” You ask, Connie right across from you, just outside your front door.

“Done it before, could always do it again.” He chuckles, his hand rubbing the back of his neck.

“Kay. Good night.” You lean against your door post, arms crossed.

“G’night. I missed you.” He walks to you and pushes your back towards him, your chests touching.

“Missed you too.” You sigh, a small smile forming on your face. His hugs were always warm, shoulders always ready to cry on whenever you needed it.

Both of you use each other for support whether it be emotionally or to fuck just for the sake of it all.

“If you ever need a dick appointment, you know who to call.” He parts from you and starts to walk away before you could respond.

“I already know!” You half yell, peeking to see him waving without turning around, so you close your door, rolling your eyes at his choice of words.

Dinner with Connie was delightful, you really do miss him a lot. A lot of his jokes are so corny that you actually end up laughing at them, it’s one of the many things you find cute about him.

This past month without interacting with him was the reason you started having this weird hyperfixation with Euphoria. You weren’t in the best head space around that time, and it just so happens that one of his YouTube videos was recommended in your feed in which you ended up masturbating to it — or released your stress to it, according to your vocabulary.

ASMR audios like his a huge hit or miss, that’s why when he started releasing content, it’s as if the community has finally found a nugget of gold in a rock filled area during a gold rush.

𓆜𓆝𓆞𓆟

You were alone and bored in your bedroom. Scrolling through YouTube, you found a video.

’male nsfw guided audio: jerking off to you (f)’

Thumbnail as well as the person’s profile picture was a plain black screen. What caught your eye, however, was the view count.

7 million views, his most popular audio at the time.

You’re curious as to how someone’s raw voice is considered content. And how it’s good enough to have that many views.

The whole thing was around 7 minutes long, and before you knew it, you tapped the video to play.

“Awh, is my baby back for my cock?” Usually, something like this would be something you’d cringe to, considering how lonely people probably are to resort to listening to this, but you couldn’t pause the video.

You could hear his belt unbuckle, then his body plopping on a mattress, the sheets shuffling as he gets comfortable. You got intrigued by the fact that this triggers you to use your imagination, so you kept listening.

The microphone was close to his lips, you could hear every time he was short of breath and was trying to contain his moans.

“Ah. Fuck, I’m so hard.” A twinge of desperation stemmed a reaction from your touch-deprived cunt. Laying on your own bed yourself, your legs grinded on a pillow, wishing you could please the man whining about how horny he is for the listener.

“Damn slut. I want you to touch yourself for me, alright? Hah-“ You obliged, not knowing why you’re abiding to the stranger’s request, but nonetheless, two of your fingers are already tracing the fabric over your damp folds, small puffs of breath slipping out your lips.

It eventually made its way inside your panties, your index finger rubbing against your clit.

“Hm… So cute.” It’s as if he knows whoever is listening will end up obeying whatever he tells you to. It’s insane — mesmerizing almost — how a mere voice can do this much.

Majority of the 7 minute long video consists of him whimpering and panting while he makes it clear that his hand is wrapped perfectly around that cock.

That cock that can probably pleasure your pussy so good.

Mumbly curses were the only words he’s capable of huffing out, you could tell by the sound of his hand going up and down that he’s getting close.

“Yeah? You like playing with your cunt to my voice, hm? I love stroking myself to you too, ha—ah doll. Driving me fuckin’ nuts.” His soft groans turned fuller, breathy curses reverberating through your earbuds and into your eardrums as if he was right beside you, whispering about the filthy things he wishes to do to you.

You didn’t plan on fucking yourself to this, but it’s like you were hypnotized into doing so.

“Mmm… yeah… fuck yeah.” A pathetic moan leaves your mouth, audible enough that people from outside your room could hear, but luckily, Annie took a night shift at her job. You rubbed your aching clit with your thumb, longest fingers slipped inside your cunt.

“Oh my god- ha- fuck— baby- I wanna see how wet you are. ‘Wanna see how those pretty fingers of yours fit so nice and tight inside your pussy.” He started grunting, and after a cracked yelp, his strokes slackened, hand eliciting a sloppier noise, indicating that he came.

Your fingers were inches inside your cunt, you were a whimpering mess to say the least.

“Ah, shit, god—“ Grinding your hips against your fingers, trying to feel more — imagining that it’s his cock inside you instead of your fingers, you released right after he did, silently yelping with your lips squeezed shut.

“God… so sexy.” He chuckles.

“‘Wish I saw you cum, sweetheart. I bet you looked beautiful.” He hums, the audio cutting off right after he lets out the cutest laugh.

You didn’t know what came over you, but it felt amazing.

It wasn’t long until the shadow of guilt took over you. It wasn’t because you masturbated, it’s what you masturbated to. It was new, but in a good-ish way.

You knew this was going in your list of guilty pleasures.

𓆜𓆝𓆞𓆟

As soon as you greeted Connie goodbye, you went running to your room.

Special guest?

Shit, it can’t be.

Euphoria’s content is varied. He can play whatever role and even has some audios where he acts as if he’s in the room with you.

But a special guest? That’s something new.

Judging by the comments, people are freaking out. Not necessarily in a bad way though.

‘oh my god? you have a girlfriend?!’

‘wish i was her :,(‘

‘so hot, do more with her!’

Euphoria’s fanbase has always been loyal and supportive to him after all for the most part, so something like this only makes his fans feel more excited than disappointed. Of course, part of popularity is hate as well, so there were some people in the comments complaining that he had a partner.

You, on the other hand, are more anxious than anything.

That ‘special guest’ is possibly Annie and listening to who you consider as a good friend getting pounded by her partner is arising an eery churning in your stomach.

Regardless, you are paying a monthly subscription for his content, so you quickly sat down on your desk, put your earbuds on, and played the audio file.

This is what you’ve been waiting for.

Confirmation of whether or not Euphoria is Armin Arlert.

The first thing you hear was a kiss, wet and full of hunger, then a sigh from two people’s voices audible, implying that they’ve parted.

“Mm, fuck, please suck me off, ma’am.”

Submissive.

Good lord, submissive Euphoria is one of your favorite types of audios to listen to. His voice cracks are something to die for, it’s music to your ears.

But the thing is, that one night you listened in on them, he was the one in charge, plus you still haven’t heard the other person’s voice.

“Ma’am?” The voice teases, a sexy giggle following the taunting tone.

Fuck, it’s Annie.

It’s 100% Annie. You’ve only ever heard her laugh once and she doesn’t do it often, but her laugh is distinct. Almost villainous, but very sensual.

You’re the only one who could recognize it too, your other friends have always mentioned how the farthest they can go with making Annie laugh was a flushed smile on her face when Bertholdt said a corny pick up line.

Euphoria — or Armin — is one smart bastard. He knew people were gonna eat this up before he even posted it. Yeah, it might be disappointing to some that he has a fuck buddy, but he was aware that people will still get off on his videos, especially since Annie’s laugh is alluring.

It’s confirmed: Armin Arlert is Euphoria.

There’s no way he isn’t. He’s the only other person Annie hangs around with other than you and your group.

This makes things a lot simpler for you. Instead of running around and chasing your own tail, you’re finally going somewhere with your goal to get his attention.

The only question now is, how?

He only hummed at her teasing, a hint of neediness lingering in the air.

“Yes… Do you like it?” Compared to his voice when he moans about how badly he wishes to breed and mark you as his, his voice here was so whiny, a little more feminine, and just pure desperation.

A voice you could see Armin himself having during bed.

The woman didn’t respond, instead you heard the shifts of fabric and the man’s breathing trembling.

“Nn— ah. God—“

“Nuh-uh. ‘Thought you said you were gonna be obedient tonight… what is this?” The woman’s voice was so sexy, your hand is doing its best not to do what it’s best at doing.

“So-sorry… I’ll be good.” His words stumble. You imagine his face to be slightly flushed, cheeks flaring up from embarrassment.

“Beautiful.” She whispers, her voice faint and gentle. You heard a peck, then Euphoria’s whimpering.

You were jealous. Annie’s is sucking off the man that has the ability to make you bust a nut from just his voice.

The fact that he actually does goes to the same university as you, let alone be your the person your roomate is fucking, you don’t know what to feel about it. Annie already isolates herself a lot, you should be happy she has another person to spend time with.

But the more you connect that voice to Armin’s face, the more you find yourself attracted to him. Who would’ve thought that it’s Arlert.

Imagining that his pale, slightly calloused hand is wrapped around that beautifully shaped cock, all pink and lengthy, croaking about how much he wants you.

He’s one filthy man, but god you want him inside of you.

“Holy shit.” His hand is probably gripped tightly on the sheets, the sounds of saliva heard from a distance, meaning Annie has his dick around her lips.

You knew you were gonna feel like shit listening to this; it’s your friend sucking someone off for fuck’s sake, but your hand palmed the base of your clothed pussy, intending to hold yourself from doing anymore.

The messy sound of Annie’s mouth on Armin’s cock was driving you crazy. You’ve always thought Annie was attractive, but not like this. You couldn’t believe out of all people, she’s the one right on the palm of Euphoria.

Self control was out the door when you started grinding yourself against your hand that’s still against the fabric of your underwear. You were still sensitive from Connie’s rough housing with you that your underwear dampened, a splotch of your arousal apparent on the material.

“Are your listeners aware that Euphoria himself is a whore?” She jeers as she pulls away, an audible whine leaving his lips.

“Mm— I’m—“ He chokes on his words, barely capable of saying a comprehensible sentence.

You could hear a hand stroking his cock, but then a light slap interrupted it.

“Be patient.” The woman said, her voice stern, a voice you recognize. Sucking sounds were the only thing you could hear along with Euphoria’s beautiful whining.

“Mhm… so good— I wanna cum.” The shifting of the bedsheets leads you to visualize Armin trembling under Annie’s touch.

Your hand is slipped inside your underwear, and you grunt from the long awaited contact your pussy has been yearning for.

You didn’t give a damn who Euphoria is, you want him either way. You want to feel how good that cock really is, and finding out that he’s someone you know personally is fueling your motivation. Sure, Annie might’ve been mixed up with shady business with this guy according to your hazed version of their conversation that night, but your obsession with him overcomes your urge to stay away from their affairs.

“Go ahead, baby. Moan loud for me, okay?” She sighs, then dove back in to bobbing her lips up against his tip and down her throat . Annie is surprisingly good at this; you would’ve never thought she’d be capable of something like this.

“You’re pretty good at acting, I’m impressed.” A fragment of what you heard Armin himself tell Annie came into mind. Annie is a reserved person, it’s rare that she opens up to you and even when she does, she doesn’t get emotional over whatever it is.

It’s not your place to get all nosy about her personal issues, but the thought of her tough shell being just a damn good ‘act’ struck you. You truly care about Annie even despite—

“Hah—“ Your index and middle finger were working on your clit with fast circles, incapable of dwelling on your emotions besides the need to release. You were sitting on your desk chair, one foot on the hilt of the seat while the other was hanging off. Your head was thrown back on the backrest, throat dry from breathing heavily.

Your phone was placed on your desk and you use your freehand to open your drawer below to pull out your vibrator.

Your speculations about your roommate and Armin are the least of your problems now, you want to cum so bad. You literally just had sex with Connie a few hours ago, but it’s as if you haven’t been touched in weeks. You’re so needy right now, the only thing that can satisfy you is Euphoria.

Hand trembling, you opened the toy on low and slid it up and down you slit.

“Fuck.” A low groan escapes your mouth, the vibration sending you waves of stimulation; you really couldn’t sit still. Chair creaking and legs thrashing, your slipped the head of the toy inside you, your voice cracking a scream out.

The audio was still on, Euphoria’s whimpers and cursing intoxicating and easing your brain up as if it was a drug. The woman was moaning as she slurped the man off, it was adding onto your itch to release.

“Yeah, yeah, fucking hell,” The man yelps, voice hoarse and more breathy. By the way he’s breathing, you could tell he was close, and so were you.

“Mhm, fuck yeah.” You whisper, your vibrator halfway inside you, walls clenching around the pink silicone. It was resting between your pulsing cunt, letting yourself adjust before moving it in and out.

You scowl as soon as it re-entered your hole, it wasn’t long until you had to cum, but you're gonna wait until Euphoria does. Feels better that way.

“Shit ha— your mouth feels so good, babe.” After a grunt, he started mewling, repeated whines, all throaty and shrill. It was then muffled by a kiss, in which you assume he came at that point.

“Good fuckin boy, hm? Letting me kiss you when I have all this cum in my mouth.” She hums, Euphoria chuckling in response.

“Thank you, ma’am.” The audio ended after you gasped while giving the vibrator one last deep shove, making you cum instantly.

You made a mess. Your slick all over your desk chair and your thighs, you came even more than when there was actual dick inside you earlier. You were breathing sporadically, mind still slightly fazed from having just came.

You were expecting something different from Euphoria, but this was just on a whole other level.

Your expectations were once again succeeded.

---

Eren has been texting you lately. You never intended on being too close to him, but you grew on him. Yeah he’s cocky, but he’s nice to you, so you put that thought aside and warmed up to his presence.

You don’t really know why he’s so interested in you, but then again it’s him you’re talking about. You never really know if he’s just fooling around or being serious, but it’s nothing to fret about.

Who cares about whether or not he just wants to get a taste, you’d let him if you could be honest. Like Connie mentioned, you are a little curious why those girls keep coming back to him.

It’s been around 3 days since you fucked yourself to Annie’s voice, it’s been hard to even look her in the eye ever since then. You could never see her engaging herself in that type of activity, recording her supposed private time with someone else? And posting it on the internet for everyone to hear?

“Wake up.” A plate filled with pancakes is slammed in front of you, your body flinching in surprise. You and Annie spent the whole Sunday in the apartment, you cooped yourself up in your room to catch up on school work and relax before classes start up again the next day.

Annie told you she was cooking breakfast for dinner, which is one of the few things you have in common with her, so you sat on the dining table, zoned out as you watched her lazily put food on a ceramic plate.

“Oh. My bad.” You smile, trying to avoid being suspicious.

“What’s up with you? You’ve been like this all weekend.” She sits down in front of you, her plate of pancakes drowned in syrup. For someone that has that cold, mean exterior, she has a sweet tooth much like her sweet personality when she gets comfortable with someone in her own Annie way. You thought it was kinda cute.

No way in hell you’re gonna tell her the real reason. “School,” you lie. You’re not mad at her, hell, you’re the opposite of angry, but you felt so filthy and gross for getting off to her voice, you ended up taking a long shower after that.

“Felt.” She shrugs and takes a bit out of her food.

It was a few seconds of silence besides the metal clanking against the ceramic plates from the two of you munching on the pancakes, and it was making you go crazy.

“Hey, so how are you and Armin? Are you guys official?” You blurt out due to sheer impulse and curiosity, but one part of you needed to know if she’s... alright without directly asking her.

Kind of like a personal wellness check.

“Eh, not really. Just decided to stay professional.”

“Professional? The hell?” You laugh, eyebrows curving at how she worded that.

What was that about?

“Ah- I mean, you know. Friends. Good friends.” Her face flushed pink, leg fidgeting under the table. It looks like she was caught off guard by your questions, she cleared her throat and suddenly asked you, “Talking to Connie again?”

Her question made you forget about what you were gonna ask next, your suspicion quickly fading away.

“Yeah, I missed him.” You sigh, feeling a little guilty about everything.

“You mean you miss his dick-“

“Annie- you bitch.” You scoff, practically admitting that she was right. You did miss the feeling of him inside you, the feeling of warmth that only people who share the mutual feeling of want and need can fulfill. You like Connie because he can give you that feeling without extra baggage.

The last thing you’re trying to get is a relationship, but you do have one goal regarding it.

Getting Euphoria’s attention.

Annie just implied that they aren’t exclusive, which means you have a chance. Not for romance but to get the man of your wet dreams in your own bed.

Just as Annie cleaned up the table for you, you get a text from Eren.

‘come over my place tomorrow. 9pm’

‘why?’ You respond.

’a party, duh. invite your friends too if you want’

‘didn’t you just have one?’

’is there a rule to how many i can hold?’

’whatever, i’ll think about it.’

’kay, see you there my darling’

You ignored his last message. Usually when it’s Eren holding a party, it’s always anyone else other than him inviting others to go, so it’s odd enough that he invited you personally.

But maybe it’s because you’re friends now, who really knows.

---

Being the people your friends are, emphasize on Reiner and Pieck, they will never miss out on an opportunity to go to a party, especially one that Eren Jaeger holds. You shouldn’t have babbled it out on the group chat, now they wouldn’t take no for an answer.

Annie decided to sit out in this one, she had early classes the next morning, plus, she already promised Bertholdt to help him with his research paper due that week, so you only had Pieck screaming her head off in your car since her favorite song came up on shuffle.

When you got inside the house, there were more people than last time. You couldn’t even see Eren, which was kinda disappointing since you came all the way for him after all.

Per usual, your friends ditched you to mingle with others, and as you tried to find your way to a restroom to freshen up, you bumped into someone, their shot glass falling and breaking on the ground, deep yellow liquid going everywhere on the tiles.

“God!! I’m so sorry, what the hell.” You scold yourself, crouching down on the ground to pick up the mess you made. As you picked up a shard of glass, it grazed your finger and gave you a cut, making you wince in pain. You haven’t even had alcohol in your system yet and you were already having a miserable time.

The other person squatted down with you, taking your hand towards their face to take a closer look at what happened.

“Oh god, are you okay?” You look up to see a blonde, eyes blue and full of concern.

Armin Arlert.

“Oh- uh… yeah.” You smile shyly, not being sure on how to interact with him considering how you ride your fingers to his voice almost every night.

“We should get this treated before it gets infected,” He stands up, pulling you with him and his hand still holding yours.

You’re disgusting. You kept your gaze on his hand, a vein visible through his pale skin and his slender fingers touching you so gently. You couldn’t stop imagining the vilest things about what that hand can do to you.

Armin Arlert is a nice boy, a reliable guy as what most people describe him as.

Euphoria is night compared to Armin’s day bubbly personality.

“Uh, yeah. Sure.” You nod, forgetting the pain your finger is going through and setting your attention on the blonde boy’s hand.

He was pulling you away from the crowd, and it wasn’t until you were walking in one of the bedroom hallways that Armin stopped in his tracks. There was no one around, the blaring music was muffled and the centralized air conditioning gave your skin goosebumps.

“You know who I am, don’t you?”

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altamont498 · 2 years ago

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On The Sanitation of the Internet, the Importance of Trigger Tags and the Role of Responsible Adults.

[All tweets described in alt; original tweets available by clicking the above images]

TBH I really do miss the days of the internet when the responsibility was on both the reader/viewer and the author to look out for each-other.

Whereby the author had to provide due warnings (e.g. TW Suicide, TW Insects, etc.) whilst the reader had to heed and act on the warnings where appropriate.

Whereas nowadays instead, as TomSka has said in the above tweets, everything has to be totally cleaned and sanitized to a stupid extent, where there's little or no just even remotely adult-only content available online nowadays.

Because - really and truly - it's unnecessary and overcautious mollycoddling and really only there to keep advertisers and shareholders happy.

And besides, the same companies have been previously more than willing to advertise adult content like horror games or potentially harmful stuff like loud noises and strobe lighting in advertisements whilst at the same time all too eager to pull "NOOOOO! YOU CAN'T TALK ABOUT MURDER ON A PODCAST ABOUT JACK THE RIPPER!!111!! YOU HAVE TO SAY UNALIVE!!!111!"

It also entirely disregards the original context. For example, it's one thing to send someone a horrible message like "I'm going to murder you and your family", but it's another thing to talk about murder in my previous example, in a podcast about Jack the Ripper.

Or if someone is struggling with genuine suicidal thoughts, they can't even look up anything about that and get the help that they may be in desperate need of because any content mentioning/referencing suicide has been deemed "too inappropriate."

Instead, it should be on parents/guardians/responsible adults to have that conversation with kids to say that there could be stuff online that they don't like, and tell them that if there's a warning sign literally straight in-front of them saying that there's something they don't like, that they act on it immediately.

If someone with a nut allergy ate a jar of Nutella (accordingly marked with Allergy Warning: Contains hazelnuts), took an allergic reaction and tried to sue Nutella, they'd be laughed out of any reputable news source and laughed out of any court of law.

Meanwhile, parents/guardians/responsible adults don't teach their kids how age restrictions work or how to act on them, how to avoid trigger tags and trigger warnings (or even bypassing it for them - e.g. buying them an 18+ game) then turn around and shout about how little Johnny/Jenny got traumatized by seeing a zombie's head explode in Call of Duty (PEGI 18) or how they walked in on their 12 year-old getting a lap dance from a virtual lap-dancer on Grand Theft Auto (also PEGI 18).

It would be simple for most websites—YouTube, Twitter, even Tumblr—to implement.

An option for authors to flag stuff as and when they're uploading it and then a click-through for the reader, like:

WARNING: Per [the author]'s own indication, this video/post contains references to X, Y and Z which some viewers may find disturbing or upsetting. Do you wish to continue? > Yes > No

It's high-time we bring back The Mutual Onus.

"Where the reader has needs, the writer must act to warn; But when the writer warns, then the reader must heed and act accordingly."

It would definitely go a long way towards putting an end to the overcautious mollycoddling of kids with regards to online content and re-open large swathes of the internet that would otherwise have ended up being rendered uninhabitable.

As well as the fact that warnings and TWs aren't a modern concept. Even in our day-to-day lives we see warnings for the sake of mental and physical health.

E.g.

"This report by John Smith contains flashing images, and descriptions of child abuse that some people may find disturbing."

"Coming up next on ITV is Doc Martin, which contains scenes of a medical nature."

Definitely food for thought for many social media sites and platforms to consider.

#long post tw #tomska #youtube #twitter #tumblr #social media #rant #thoughts

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katyasrussianaccent · 3 years ago

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you're so golden (corpse x reader)

Summary: You're a faceless youtuber that sings cover songs. What happens when a certain faceless streamer slides into your DMs after you cover one of his songs?

Author's Note: Don't hate me! This was gonna be a cute chapter but then I decided against that. Credit to @moontwinkles for the spilling scene idea. Let me know what you think!

Masterlist

The sound of your alarm wakes you from your slumber with a suddenness. Bleary-eyed, you roll over to turn it off, letting out a small sigh as your body and brain start to awaken. You’re going to meet Corpse. You’re going to meet Corpse. It bares repeating in your mind; the prospect still not quite registering.

You haven’t had the greatest sleep, your mind racing most of the night; skittish little thoughts that had you tapping your toes on the mattress in agitation as you struggled to turn them off. Sunlight streams through the cracks in your blinds, a warm glow painted in stripes on your wall. It was going to be a good day, tiredness be damned.

You get up, stretching your arms out as wide as possible and relishing in the relief as your muscles unclench themselves. There’s a little spring in your step as you walk to the bathroom, to wash your face and brush your teeth. You aren’t nervous as you pick out your favourite outfit, instead you feel excited. It’s funny how little scraps of fabric and thread can impact your mood so much, but you smile at your reflection, the feeling of confidence is nice, albeit rare.

The rumbling in your stomach signals that you need to eat something before you leave. Nothing too fancy, just some toast and a glass of juice. You can feel the nerves start to grow a little, the food sits heavy on your tongue, forcing you to swallow it. You grab your phone, scrolling as you chew. You go onto Corpse’s twitter, smiling at the picture he’s posted.

Out of curiosity, you go onto his likes. You always find his likes interesting; the random things he’s added gives you more of an insight to his thoughts and feelings. You chew the inside of your cheek as you scroll down past girls with perfect skin and bodies; your previous confidence now feels a little misplaced.

Deciding against letting it ruin your mood, you close the tab and go to grab your bag before locking your door and heading to your car. You text Rae to let her know you’re leaving and she replies almost immediately to wish you luck. Sitting in front of the steering wheel, you exhale as you start the engine and begin to drive. This was really happening. When Corpse had asked to meet, you were shocked. While you had discussed it, you had been under the assumption it would be a while before it happened. You just hope you don’t make an idiot of yourself; a tendency you had when you were nervous.

While you love the city, there’s something about driving on the open road. No noise, just the sound of tires on concrete. The scenery remains the same; nothing but trees and the occasional house far in the horizon. You’re meeting him in Santa Barbara; a place you’ve been to once in your life, so it might as well be brand new. It’s halfway between both of you, and while it’s still a few hours drive, you’ve got good music and some sunshine to keep you happy.

The drive flies in and before you know it, you’ve arrived. You’re meeting at a cafe that sells bubble tea; it was Corpse’s recommendation. It’s a charming little place, with white table and chairs on a cobbled patio area. The building itself is white brick, plant pots decorate the window sills and there’s a small crowd of people waiting in line. You turn off the engine, and grab the perfume out your bag, the smell of peaches invading your nostrils. With one last look at yourself, you exit your car and make your way to the cafe.

You’re not sure how you’ll find him, being faceless and all. A quick scan of the people around you, your eyes zero in on a figure dressed all in black, leaning against a wall that’s slightly in the shade. There’s butterflies in your stomach as you look at him from afar, your feet apparently unable to move on their own accord. He stands out amongst the brightly coloured outfits of everyone else, and you can see the sun glint against the chains on his jeans.

“Hi,” you greet, your hand going up to half-wave at him. He’s handsome; pale skin and cheekbones that disappear under the fabric of his mask. A mop of black curls are atop his head, falling out in different directions, and he brushes one off his forehead as he looks at you.

“Hey,” he replies and you smile a little. There’s a thick fog of awkwardness between you as you both take each other in, though trying not to look so obvious about it. You feel under scrutiny as his eyes move over you, and you meet his gaze before you both look down at the ground, a faint blush on your cheeks.

“How was the drive?,” you ask at the same time he does, causing you both to laugh. “Oh. Uh yeah it was good, thanks, how was yours?”

“Yeah it was good,” he replies, his eyes still on the ground.

“That’s good.”

“Yeah.”

You scream internally as your eyes dart around, looking for something, anything to break this awkwardness. It shouldn’t be like this, you have such great chemistry on the phone and online, but there’s nothing right now. Is it you? There’s a niggling in your brain that says he was fine until now; until he saw you.

“We could go, uh, into the cafe? Get some food?” he suggests, breaking you from your self deprecating thoughts. You nod and you follow him to the door. He opens it and you dodge out the way as it narrowly escapes hitting you in the face. Corpse mutters an apology as he walks in, his eyes glued to the ground.

You order together; you get yourself a boba tea and a burger and Corpse does the same. He pays without saying anything to you, and while the day’s isn’t going quite as you pictured, the gesture makes your cheeks warm. You desperately hope it gets better. Maybe you’ve misread the situation and the chemistry you felt you had was just friendship on his part. Friends flirt all the time, and it doesn’t have to mean anything.

Your food arrives and you sit in relative silence as you eat. The times you do speak is stilted, full of one word answers and obvious observations. You go to reach for your boba as Corpse goes to grab salt, and the movement of his hand plus the crampedness of the table pushes your own hand back towards you, knocking the cup all over your neck and chest. Corpse shoots up in a speed that shouldn’t be human, his hand full of napkins as he comes towards you. The liquid is cold against your skin, and you look down to see your outfit now ruined, the fabric sticking to you in wet patches.

“I’m such a fucking idiot, I’m so sorry,” Corpse says, his tone panicky as he dabs at your neck. He continues to dab, his hands pressing at the neckline of your top and if this was another time, you’d feel all fluttery at his hands on your skin. But it’s not, you’re uncomfortable and the day has sucked so far and all you want to do is go home. He discards the napkin onto the table and grabs another, his fingers warm against your collarbone as he presses the tissue. He doesn’t realise that he’s travelling downwards to your chest before he presses once, twice, before retracting his hand back like he’s been burned, the napkin falling to the floor. “Uh fuck, sorry, I didn’t realise I - “

“It’s fine,” you reassure him. “I’ve always wanted apple scented boobs, guess I can check that off my bucket list.” It’s a failed joke but humour is a defence mechanism for you, even if it’s not very funny. Corpse widens his eyes a little, his gaze fixed on the napkin that’s on the floor.

He hands you some more napkins and you clean up a little more. Your skin feels sticky, and you smell of artificial apple; but the apple isn’t sweet, it’s bitter and slightly unpleasant.

“Uh, I should probably go home and get a shower, I feel like I fell into a vat of sugar,” you say, standing up and grabbing your bag.

“Oh, yeah, I’m so fucking sorry, I’m so clumsy,” Corpse replies. You can tell he feels awful, and while you sympathise, he’s not the one that’s just had almost a full cup of boba spilled on him.

You shake your head, “It’s fine, really. I just feel really gross. Don’t worry about it.” You smile in what you hope comes across as reassurance.

“Let me walk you back to your car,” he says. You nod and walk out together in silence; something you had gotten used to throughout the day.

“Have a safe drive back,” you say as you get to your car.

“I will. Let me know when you get home?” he asks, and you nod.

“Shall do. Goodbye Corpse,” you say, opening the door and waving at him through the window. He waves back and you watch him through the rearview mirror as he disappears out of sight. You feel like an idiot for believing this was going to be good, like you ever had a chance with him. You’d been saying it since the start; that it wouldn’t work, you had nothing in common, nothing to talk about. And you were right. Sometimes you hated being right.

You turn the engine on and sit there for a second, your head pressing against the steering wheel. What a waste of time this was. Grabbing your phone, you tweet quickly.

“Oh well, let’s go wallow in self pity,” you whisper before driving off.

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#my fic #corpse husband #corpse #corpse x reader #corpse husband fanfic #corpse husband x female reader #corpse husband x yn #corpse husband imagine #corpse x yn #corpse x you #corpse fic #corpse smau #corpse imagines #corpse x y/n #corpse husband fic

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ridiasfangirlings · 2 years ago

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Sarumi Youtube bloggers. Yata is the face of the channel, Fushimi is his husband and is engaged in video editing, he is also filmed on their live channel together with Yata. They're going to Coachella. What do you think awaits them there?

Fushimi trying desperately to avoid crowds and probably hating every moment of it, that's what awaits them XD Imagine the two of them have a super popular channel and that's how Yata gets an invite to go overseas to a big music festival, he thinks this is super cool because he can do like live blogs on scene and they'll pick up a lot of viewers. He also figures that maybe this can like double as a honeymoon for him and Fushimi, Fushimi's been his video editor for ages and eventually they started dating and now they've only just gotten married. When he tells Fushimi where they're going Fushimi clicks his tongue like why would we go to an American music festival, Yata's like it's a super big event, us being invited is a big deal. Fushimi points out that the invitation was only for Yata because he's the face of the channel and Yata gets this confused look as he's like 'yeah...but you know I'd never go anywhere without you, right?'. Of course Fushimi can't say no to that kind of thing so he just clicks his tongue again and is like fine, I'll start figuring out what we need to pack.

Of course when they get to America the immediate issue is that Yata barely speaks English so Fushimi ends up working as interpreter, getting them checked into a hotel and looking through the itinerary. Yata's pumped to go to the festival grounds and just make content all day, like this is gonna be so cool we're going to hear all kinds of music and meet people and it'll be awesome. Fushimi sighs like I guess and imagine that while he did extensive research on like the location and the bands and all that he somehow missed the parts about the heat and crowd size and the party scene so as soon as they arrive to the grounds that are just packed with people poor Fushimi wishes he could turn around and go home. Yata grabs his wrist all come on we're gonna be late to a set, I wanna get a good spot and Fushimi has no choice but to be dragged along.

What probably ends up happening is Fushimi makes it through maybe one band before he gets dizzy and Yata has to find his fragile husband some water and shade for a while until Fushimi's up to moving again. This goes on throughout the day and by the time they get back to their hotel late at night Yata's all pumped and filled with the kind of energy only eating lots of fried foods and sugary snacks gives while Fushimi basically wants to crawl into a hole and die. He can't even bring himself to edit any videos and Yata has to try and edit them himself, this turns into him filming Fushimi going on a small continuous rant about stupid music festivals and loud rude Americans and disgusting greasy food and stupid scantily dressed obnoxious teenagers and he's just like so over this festival and it's only been one day. Yata's sure things will get better tomorrow, because he's going to bring a sun umbrella and a backpack full of water to keep Fushimi from fainting this time (it doesn't help, but Yata's channel does end up going viral after he posts multiple videos of Fushimi complaining about how much he hates Coachella).

#sarumi #Talking K #why do you want Fushimi to die XD #he wouldn't be able to handle this #a loud energetic crowd full of obnoxious people having fun and being happy #lots of sticky heat and minimal shade #loud music that doesn't stop #he would just be having the most miserable time #he's trying to force himself through it for Yata's sake but he really wants to go hide in the hotel room forever

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teddy06writes · 4 years ago

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Come Back Home

requested by this anon: “ hello!! i was wondering if i could have a karl x sapnap x quackity x reader where the reader falls out with one of them and there’s loads of angst, but it ends in fluff and just cute stuff. i love ur writing so much, thank you <3″

as well as this one: “ hello :D may i request some angst then comfort scenes for a karl x quackity x sapnap x reader? “

so....

sapnap x karl x quackity x reader (lowkey musician!reader)

trigger warnings: yelling, swearing, mentions of hook ups, drinking, angst

premise: you think you might be falling out of love, or something close to that with your boyfriends, so you ask to take a break until you can figure things out, and nothing seems to feel right till you go back; song credit is Come Back Home by Anthony Ramos {I changed parts of the second verse}

(y/n/n)- your nickname

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“I- I never said I knew that I was!” You argued.

Alex folded his arms, “What about them? You fucking lying to them too?”

You ran a hand through your hair, “I’m not lying about anything!”

“YOU JUST SAID YOU WERE FALLING OUT OF LOVE!” you jumped, surprised at his yelling, “So if that’s true why’d you fucking tell us you loved us last night?”

“I don’t know if I am Alex! I need time to figure this out!”

“So it’s just me then. You just want to leave me!”

“I might be falling out of love with all of you!” You shakily admitted, desperately searching your boyfriends eyes, “And I’m terrified! I don’t want to fall out of love! I don’t want to leave any of you! I just need time to figure this out.”

Alex sat in silence, refusing to look at you.

Shakily you grabbed the bag you’d been packing when he found you, just a few of the outfits you kept at that apartment, along with your music stuff, “I’m going back to California, just for a month or so.”

“I thought you sold the apartment.” He sounded to blunt, to broken.

“I pulled out of the deal, and my stuff hadn’t been shipped yet. I- I don’t want to leave Alex,” You slipped your bag over your shoulder, “I- didn’t want it to be like this.”

“So you were going to leave when they were out.” He spat.

You froze in grabbing your guitar, “I was going to try and make this hurt less. If me leaving to find out if I should stay or not is what it takes, then why make it hurt more?”

“What am I suppose to tell them?” Alex asked desperately.

“The truth. I’ll be back when I figure this out.”

“And if it isn’t what I want it to be?”

You took a deep breath, “I think you’ll know.”

You walked out the door, trying to ignore the way small sobs filled the apartment as you left, tears working there way into your own eyes.

California, though isolating you enough to sort out your feelings, was far too numbing to provide Alex the technical closer he thought was coming.

Karl had been heartbroken when he found out you left, and the few months that you’d been gone had only helped to break him more, especially as the only news they got about you came from the updates on your upcoming album.

Nick had been equally heartbroken, though somewhat mad, he’d learned to live with it, instead focusing his angry energy into keeping his boyfriends together and functional.

You sighed, sitting up as your apartment door closed.

You knew it was wrong, deep down, these one night stands, and evenings lost in a haze of alcohol, deep down, you missed them, and none of this was making the feelings you’d tried to press back down after the first experimental hook up.

Rubbing at your eyes you quietly began to get dressed, ideas running through your mind.

Pulling up twitter you found yourself scrolling through Alex’s twitter, he seemed to be doing okay, Nick was, well he hadn’t been active on twitter before, but Karl’s twitter remained silent.

That was what got you worried.

Karl was never not active on twitter, but even his second account had remained quiet since you left.

Grabbing a bottle of water you sat down, thankful for your moment of clarity as you picked up your guitar, ready to get to work.

“I only feel the ground under my feet...”

This was going to be a huge gamble.

“Guys!” Karl called softly from his place on the couch.

“Yeah baby?” Alex yawned.

“(y/n) just posted a new single on youtube.”

“So?” Nick asked, bitterly, “Why should we care?”

“Oh, I- I was just wondering, if we could watch it. We- we don’t have to.” Karl said softly.

Nick softened upon hearing his voice, “Alright, lets see it.”

They cuddled together next to Karl as he pulled up the video, the description reading, ‘come back home, less of an apology, more of a plea’.

The video opened on a dark room, partially lit by a lamp in the corner, only about half of your face was visible, as well as the guitar in your hands.

You took a deep breath a sighed, before beginning to play.

The screen split to show the recordings of you playing the other parts, both in similar dark rooms.

“I had to leave, to see, how good I had it, I had it, I had to go, to know how good I had it. Would you have me if I came back home?”

They watched as the scene shifted, you as you walked through a park in LA, “My mama said when I was six years old, I would always sit up by the window, I would always say this city way too cold. Wish there was another place I could go She would ask where and I would say,”

There was an arieal of the same park, “Where, anywhere, tell me where 'cause I'm scared, If I'm here then I'll never see paradise, I just wanna see paradise.” As you repeated the chorus, back in your room, and then moved on to singing about them, “Yeah I’d been dating Nick for three years, we’d made a promise, cause we were just kids in college, thinkin’ bout our tomorrows,

“then we met Karl, course we had to keep ‘im, he made the grass even greener, cause theoretically he made us even more complete,

“but then along came Alex, and we pulled him in, but he looked me in the eyes when I said ‘my heart isn’t in it’ , he challenged that thought, asked me ‘So where is it?’

Alex clamped a hand over his mouth, burying his head in Karl’s shoulder.

“I said, where, anywhere, tell me where ‘cause I’m scared, if I’m here then I’ll never see paradise, I just wanna see paradise.”

The scene changed from the park back to your room, “So I had to leave to see, How good I had it, I had it, I had to go to know, How good I had it, Would you have me if I come back home?”

The room remained dark, though your voice became a bit more upbeat as you sang, “Nothing better than my mama rice and beans, All the sound, the people yellin' on the street, The lights when I land at JFK,The cold wind when it hits me in my face,

“I only feel the ground under my feet when my boys are standin' right there next to me and Those the things that make me feel at home And that's the only paradise I know, so..”

The room began to brighten, just a bit, as the extra voice overs were added. “I had to leave to see, How good I have it, I have it, I had to go to know, How good I have it (How good I have it) I have it (So I'm comin' home)”

Pictures began to flash on the screen, pictures of you all together, during streams, while you were working on music, a video of you and Karl, trapped by an Alex sleeping across your laps while Nick laughed.

The beach day you’d had last year, Karl and Alex decorating your recoding spot with fairy lights, Nick with you up on his back, you and Alex singing, behind the scenes of one of Karls mr. beast videos, midnight moments, and small moments, all flooding the screen.

“Nothing better than my mama's rice and beans (Ooh, ooh, I'm comin' home) All the sound, the people yellin' on the street, The lights when I land at JFK, (Oh, I'm comin' home), The cold wind when it hits me in my face I only feel the ground under my feet when my boys are standin' right there next to me and (Yeah, I'm gon' come back home) Those the things that make me feel at home, And that's the only paradise I know.”

The pictures faded, and you smiled softly at the camera, “Would you have me if I came back home?”

The video faded away, and the boys were knocked out of there trance by a knock at the door.

Shakily Alex stood up, blinking away tears as he moved to answer it.

“(y/n).”

You smiled, “You saw the video yeah?”

He practically burst into tears, “Yeah.”

“So? Will you have me since I came back home?” You sang softly.

Alex surged forward, throwing his arms around you, tears falling from both sets of eyes as he pulled you inside.

In the living room Nick was holding a still crying from the video Karl, glaring up at you, “You had to make him cry one more time?”

Karl sniffled, “These are good tears.”

You smiled, setting your bag down before maneuvering to sit down with Alex still wrapped around you.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have left for that wrong. I do love you all.”

“We love you too.”

#mcyt x reader #mcyt imagines #sapnap x reader #karl jacobs x reader #quackity x reader #sapnap x karl x quackity x reader #karlnapity #karlnapity x reader #teddy06 writes

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cayofdreams · 4 years ago

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A Succubus’ Dilemma

Summary: Succubus!Reader is struggling with her identity as she gets closer to Kirishima. She wants to continue being the diligent, strong-willed hero that he praises her for being but the presence of Eijirou Kirishima is making that unbearably difficult. She just can't pretend to be quirkless anymore…

Words: 4.5k

Rating: 🌊 Explicit, Smut

Warnings: cursing, virginity (but there’s no explicit mention of it), oral (receiving), aphrodisiac, heavy overstimulation, a bit of corruption, kinda dark ending?

Notes: ~Welcome to another steamy piece from your favorite island resort~

This one is pretty straight-forward. I feel like I kicked up the smut on this one. Also, I based the ending off one of the endings of one of my favorite yaoi visual novels :-)

You were lying down on Kirishima’s bed, deeply engrossed in the romantic scene transpiring on your phone’s screen. You had decided to entertain yourself with an episode from your favorite show while your best friend was in the shower.

‘I love you, Jake. But…I just want to wait before we get intimate. I’m just not ready, right now’

‘Of course, Kathrine! I’ll wait however long it takes! You’re so much more to me than a warm body!’

‘You say that…but what if I choose to stay celibate forever?’

‘Then you can live with the confidence that I, Jake Petersmith, have wholeheartedly loved you for the wonderful human that you are!

‘Oh, Jake!

‘Kathrine!’

You were tearing up at the cheesy displays of affection since you were a sucker for all things romantic. You loved how characters seemed to have an undying love for one another. Often, you fantasized about sharing that kind of ethereal love with someone yourself. How it would be to run together through a field of sunflowers, or skip hand-in-hand on the sandy surfaces of the beach, or even make couple pranksters YouTube videos that were so obviously not faked.

But that kind of future won’t happen for you. It can’t. Not in the gross body you were in. Surely you were easy on the eyes, but what lurked inside was a demon that constantly bewitched your thoughts. Making you see people around you as simply meat sticks and sticky caverns to be engorged in.

Simply put, you were a succubus. Or at least had a succubus-like quirk. You never told anyone though, only being known to your parents. You tried so hard to reign in these feelings on a daily basis while pretending to be quirkless. But it was becoming increasingly difficult as you got older and as you hung around the likes of…Kirishima.

Oh Kirishima. He was such a beautiful human on the inside and out. Always praising and encouraging you. Being there for you when it seemed you were at your worst low points, and then being there to pick you up and trophy you around when you succeeded at doing even just the bare minimum. You wished you could return even half the happiness to him that he gave you throughout your days at U.A. You wanted to do all the romantic things you saw in movies and books with him. Kirishima was just such a sunshine in your life and you wanted him to continue warming you for the rest of it.

There was a time where 90% of your thoughts toward him were like this…and then as time went on, they became more savagely. Where all you wanted was for him to sink those sharp teeth in your flesh, ravaging your body with a cock that could probably barely even fit inside you, holding you within those arms- those beautifully muscular arms that glistened provocatively with sweat when he trained. You wanted him. Needed him. Please desire me, Eijirou.

You were about to slip your hands down your underwear when you heard the creak of the door open.

“L/N!! Did you miss me?! I’m back!” Kirishima bursted through the door with that wide grin you loved so much.

Of course, I freaking missed you, Eijirou. You were only gone for 11 minutes, 35 seconds, and 23 milliseconds. But I missed every moment.

You covered up your lust with a chuckle. “You weren’t even gone that long.”

“Aww don’t say that!! I missed you, you know.” He teased at you.

Don’t tempt me, baby

“Haha, whatever, Kiri…” You sat up as Kirishima slumped down on the floor next to his coffee table and pulled out his laptop. “So what are we watching, tonight?”

“Hmm…not sure! What do you wanna watch, L/N?” He turned his head to smile back at you. He was so cute. So gorgeous. And your erotic thoughts seemed to be running rampant right now. Especially at the fact that the two of you would be huddled up alone together for who knows however long a movie marathon is. You had to find a way to quickly rid yourself of these thoughts.

“Mmm, let me look up some! Hold on.” A blatant lie. You were going to google get-dry-quick schemes so you could enjoy the rest of the night safely with Kirishima. It was the least he deserved after training so hard today.

HOW TO NOT BE HORNY??!!1!

You analyzed your search results before clicking on a forum where someone seemed to be going through the same dilemma as you.

‘Hello, my name is [redacted] and I’m horny all the time ☹. I’ve lost so many boyfriends because of it and I truly want to find a husband, but it would be silly of me to expect them to drop everything to please me. How can I stop these feelings?’

Someone just like you! You weren’t alone in this cruel abyss. Perhaps she also had a succubus quirk!

Looking through the answers wasn’t much help for the most part. Most of the replies being trolls who asked where she was so they could “help” her. Even worse were the ones that chastised her for her feelings. Saying she was impure and needed to change her ways.

But your eyes were intrigued at the first comment that seemed to provide some kind of helpful information.

‘You might be a nymphomaniac. Have you tried talking with a professional?’

A nym- what? What was that? You opened another tab.

What is a nympomiac?

Too concerned with research to get the correct spelling, you saw articles for definitions of the auto-corrected word.

Nym∙pho∙ma∙ni∙ac

Noun: a woman with uncontrollable or excessive sexual desire

Gasping at the accuracy you divulged further.

How to not be a nymphomiakc?

A lot of the results for this returned with solutions that were too time-consuming. Prescribed medication, cognitive therapy, and even some evil medieval treatments that involved leeches.

But you needed something now. Why were all these long-winded answers so abundant?! Couldn’t they just give you something to do now? What the fuck would you have to do?? Shove an iceblock your pussy?? Should you go ask Todoroki for a favor??

You were in the middle of texting Todoroki when Kirishima pulled you out of your frenzy.

“You find anything, L/N?”

“Gyahh! What?!” You dropped your phone and looked at Kirishima like you were a deer caught in his headlights.

“Woah, you okay there?! Did I scare you? Maybe horror isn’t a good idea, then.” His worried face could send you to the grave. How could you let him worry about you like this?

“Ohh..no Kiri. I’m fine. We can just watch whatever you want.” You eased your breaths, desperately trying to sound normal.

“You sure?! Awesome! There’s this zombie flick I’ve been meaning to watch but I get kinda scared watching stuff like that alone.” He clicked around happily through some tabs on his browser. “I think if its with someone as courageous as you, I’ll be less scared.”

Was he trying to make you cry? Saying something so beautiful like that with a face like his. Shame on him, honestly.

“I’m gonna play it now, you ready?”

“Mmhm”

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The movie so far was just as you hoped: grotesque, gory, horrifying, and most importantly, non-arousing. It helped that you stayed on the bed while Kirishima sat on the floor, so I guess that was cheating, but nonetheless necessary.

“You doin’ okay up there, L/N?” Kirishima checked up on you. You had probably been suspiciously quiet due to concentrating on waving away any little lewd thoughts.

“Oh yeah, what about you, Kiri?”

“W-Well! I was kinda thinking! That maybe uhh…I could possibly join you up there?” He scratched his head in nervousness at his slighty flirty suggestion.

Oh no

“Up where?”

“On the bed. Y-you know…with you?”

At this point you didn’t really know whether to praise or curse the gods above you. If there was one thing you could be sure to thank them for, it was the dark room that hid the flustering of your facial expression.

“I-Its your bed after all…”

“I know! I guess its just- heheh..nevermind! I’m hopping up!” Kirishima rugged his massive body on the bed next to you. Even taking some of the blanket you had so you’d be forced to share with him, he just softly smiled as he did so.

This was way too much for the hellion within you to handle. You could smell his strong scent from beside you. His breathing more pronounced in your ear drums. And its like you could feel his heartbeat within you. Pulsating inside you…

Things would take a turn for the worse when it seemed like a sweet romantic scene was about to show up. The two main leads were alone in a bunker and one of them had just revealed they were bitten.

“Samuel, Nooo!”

“Lilia! Listen to me! I need you to hear what I have to say.”

“We don’t have time, Samuel! We- We need to get you medicine. We have to! We have-“

“Stop, Lilia! There’s nothing that can save me now! You and I both know what happens from here.”

“Samuel…”

“Lilia… I want you to be the one who does it.”

“I can’t…Samuel..I can’t”

“You have to, Lilia. You’re the only woman I’ve ever loved.”

“Don’t do this, Sam…”

“I love you, Lilia.”

“Oh Samuel! I’ll never be with anyone else! Ever!”

“Lilia…”

The words lingered in your head as the movie continued on.

‘I’ll never be with anyone else’

Was such an option available to you? Even if you did take away the innocence of your love, Kirishima Eijirou, who’s to know how your body would react? The best result would be that your body would finally be satisfied and you’d no longer have these perverse thoughts.

On the other hand, maybe you’d just sink further and further down. Drowning in the suffocating waters of lust. And then what? Kirishima can’t just drop everything to cater to your needs. No. He was going to be hero. An amazing one at that.

But Kirishima wasn’t just a hero, he was your best friend. You felt awful every time he would praise your strong-willed persona. Saying how amazing you were despite being quirkless. He’d even say you were more manly than him at times. It was like you were betraying him. You were betraying that innocent smile he wore for you everyday…you couldn’t hold it anymore.

“Kirishima.”

He looked back at you, surprised at your rare use of his name. Sensing something was wrong he paused the movie and turned his entire body to face yours.

“L/N, what’s wrong”

You were doing it again. Making him worry over you. But you couldn’t keep holding in this secret. You needed to tell him.

“I have to ask you something…”

“Please ask! I’m listening with all ears, L/N” He perked up at you. He looked just like a puppy, waiting for your every move like that.

“What do you think about…impulsive people?”

“Huh? Impulsive people?” He scratched his head at the question. “Well…I guess they’re entertaining to watch? Kind of like Bakugou. But I suppose being too impulsive is bad. You could get yourself or others in danger.”

Your head lowered at his statement, eyes closing shut. Of course he would say something like that. It’s only natural for humans to be mindful of their indulgences. They had to. It’s a part of social conformity after all.

Yet still, it hurt.

He noticed your displeasure in his answer.

“What’s wrong, L/N? Why did you ask that? You’re not impulsive at all!” He was trying to cheer you up, but it only dug the knife further into your chest. “You’re one of the most dignified, tough, and resilient people I know!”

Tears were starting to form in your eyes and before you could object him he continued.

“A-and that’s why…That’s why I love you, F/N. I want you to be my girlfriend.”

As much as you wanted to pull him close to you and pamper him with kisses, you needed to come clean. You shot up from the bed, your back faced towards him and your handing closing into a clenched fist.

“That can’t happen, Kirishima! It won’t work!”

Kirishima followed you by jumping up from the bed, grabbing you by the arms to get you to face him. “Why, F/N?! Why can’t it happen? Is there something wrong with me?! Please just tell me!”

“Nooo…nooo there’s nothing wrong with you, Kiri..” The waterworks flowed from your eyes and violent sobs escaped from you. You slumped down on your knees in sorrow. Kirishima joined you on the floor and tried to pull you into him, but you’d jerk your body away. “You know nothing about me, Kirishima…I’ve- I’ve lied to you.”

“What do you mean, F/N? What did you lie about? I’m sure its not that bad!”

“I’m not quirkless, Kiri…” A couple more sobs came out of you. “I-I’m a demon…a succubus. A filthy succubus! Just a filthy disgusting succubus!!”

Not being able to stand your self-hatred, he grabbed you by the jaw to force you to look at him. His blazingly crimson eyes met your beautifully wet e/c ones. “Stop that, F/N! You’re not disgusting! Or filthy! You could never be those things!”.

You gripped his wrist and pulled it harshly away from you. “What would you know?! You don’t know the things I deal with inside this wicked head of mine! I encompass the most obscene thoughts about people! About you! Every morning I think about how I’m going to seduce you and get you to desire me just as much as I do! Every training session I look at that beautifully sculpted body of yours and I mentally defile it! Thinking of you as nothing more than a walking, breathing dildo! I see you when you’re smiling with your friends and all I want to do is just steal you away make you mine forever! And every night, I cry at the lack of pleasure I’m getting. The lack of warmth that I only want YOU to give to me. The lack of feeling your hot, meaty cock inside me! It drives me insane, Eijirou! I hate having these thoughts! I hate them! I hate them! I ha-hmmph!”

Kirishima had suddenly kissed you, and you had returned it by ravaging your tongue around his. You didn’t care about the cuts you might receive from his teeth grazing against your delicate flesh. You could only be swallowed by the pleasures overtaking your mouth. You drowned in each other, but only briefly before you had placed your hands on his chest and pushed him away from you.

“What are you doing?! Didn’t you just hear what I said?” You struggled to catch your breath as you wiped away the remnants of his saliva from your face.

“Why didn’t you tell me this, F/N? Did you…did you not trust me? Did you not think of me as manly enough to handle this?” His hands gripped tightly at your shoulders, craving a reply from you.

“You know that’s not true, Kiri. You’re the best person to ever come into my life, and that’s why I had to withhold this secret from you. I didn’t want you to abandon me.”

“I could never aban-“

“But I also didn’t want you to get wrapped up in me. I want you to continue your goals of becoming a hero, Eijirou. Who knows what sanity you’ll be sacrificing by being with me. It’s not a chance I’m willing to take.”

“That isn’t your call to make.” Kirishima’s uncharacteristically cold reply created an atmosphere that overwhelmed you.

“What do you mean? Hiding my quirk was the best decision.”

“Did you really think about me?” Kirishima’s hands glided from your shoulders to your upper arms, still holding a tight grip. “Did you think about how I’d feel if I knew you were holding yourself back like that? What if you’re killing yourself and you don’t know it? I’m supposed to be a hero, F/N. Your hero.”

Before you could reply he had stood up and lifted you back on the bed. He layed you down and positioned himself between your legs, squeezing at your thighs. They were so soft, so delicate. All of you was soft and delicate. And nothing you had told him tonight would change the way he felt about you. There was nothing you could say or do to change his feelings for you. Nothing.

You tried to pry his hands away from the meat of your thighs, but you were admittedly weak from his confession and the thick, encompassing atmosphere that was Kirishima’s presence around you. “Kiri-“

“Eijirou. Call me Eijiirou.”

“…Eijirou. We can’t do this. It’s dangerous…”

“It’s dangerous if I do, its dangerous if you don’t. But I’m telling you right now, F/N, I’m not letting you continue to do this to yourself. Knowing that you’re hurting like this and not being able to do anything? Not doing anything to help the one I love? What kind of hero would I be?...What kind of man would I be?”

Kirishima then leaned down to capture your lips in another kiss. You tried to move your head away but he took one of his hands against your jaw to hold you in place. It felt so good. So fucking good. His lips, his tongue, his rough hands. You teared up just at the pleasure of it all.

He then took his other hand to lift up your shirt, revealing your bra that contained the softest bust that any man could ever lay his hand upon. And right now that man was him. And he’d make sure it’d always be him.

Letting go of your lips, he roughly caressed your breasts before completely pulling your shirt over your head. Faint thoughts of resistance would slip away as you lost yourself in the pleasure you’d been craving for so long.

Struggling to get your bra off, Kirishima impatiently ripped it himself, using a bit of his quirk in the process.

“Eiji…”

“Sshh, baby. I’m gonna take care of you so well.” He slipped off your shorts along with your underwear and threw them unmindfully on the floor. Gripping the flesh below your inner knee, he spread your legs wide enough to slightly sting.

Your pussy was overflowing with juices for him and he barely even touched you yet. He took a moment to relish in the view, taking in deep breaths to smell your intoxicating aroma. He was inexperienced at sex but he knew this erotic perfume you were exuding could only have been the work of your succubus traits. He leaned down to give an experimental lick, his tongue curling to make sure he could gather as much of your juices as he could. He let your flavor sit in his mouth as if trying to enjoy the last sip of water on a mission in the desert.

His lewd behaviors made an unbearable heat rise to your face and you cowered behind your hands. Irritated, Kirishima jerked your hands away and looked at you as if you just insulted his entire lineage.

“Don’t you dare cover up that beautiful face of yours.” He leaned his head back down, this time capturing all the folds of your pussy in his mouth. “I want to see every expression you make. Hear every seductive sound that leaves that your throat.” The vibrations of his voice on your pussy drove you crazy. The rapid moving of his tongue against your clit was immediately sending you to a heavenly dimension.

“Ohh Eiji…Eiji I’m gonna cum…”

“Cum for me, baby. I want it.”

Your orgasm was so intense you could’ve passed out, but you couldn’t. Not with Eijirou still licking all over your clit like that.

“Oh my god, Eiji! Eijiii” Your hands gripped at his spiky hair, tugging tightly trying to get him to have mercy on your sensitive bud. “F-ffuckk! I can’t, Eiji, I can’t!”

Still not letting up, he continued to overstimulate you with his relentless tongue. “I’m sorry, F/N.” He slurped up your juices before working his tongue again. “You taste so fucking good. Like the freshest fruit from a garden.” He rotated between drinking up your fluids and licking vigorously at your clit. “I can’t stop, baby. I need more. Just cum again, okay?”

And cum, you would. A second orgasm was on the horizon and the overstimulation of it was making you shed tears. “Eiji…I’m gonna cum again. Oh my fucking god, I’m gonna cum againnn- Hnngh!!“. Intense waves of pleasure rode over you. However, Kirishima was still lapping up at your folds. “Eijirouuuu!!!”. Your moans became more high-pitched and erratic as you were overstimulated now for the second time.

“Just one more time, baby. I promise”. “I swear I just-“ Slurp. “Never tasted-“ Slurrp. “Anything so fucking good before.”

You were left with no choice but to cave into your third orgasm and Kirishima seemed to show no mercy for you. “Fucckkk.” You sniffled through your sobs as your next high came quicker than the previous ones. Finally Kirishima had lifted his head from between your lips. He had the most animalistic and erotic face you could have ever dreamed of seeing.

“Damn, that was so good. You did so well for me, baby.” Kirishima gleamed with the shine that was your juices. He leaned down to entwine his tongue with yours. You could taste yourself on him and it made you delirious. You had just cum three times, but you wanted more. You needed more.

Kirishima felt the same way as you as he backed up to give himself space to take his shorts off. Cock now springing free, you could see the beast of a rod he had and it made your mouth water. You whined at just the thought of the pleasure you were about to become entranced by. He lined himself up at your sopping entrance, but before he could slip in, you lightly pressed on his chest to get his attention.

“Are you sure, Eijirou? You can stop right now if want. I won’t be mad at you at all. You’ve already done so much for me, tonight.”

His cheeks faded into a deep pink as he moved your hands to be at his shoulders.

“I want you, F/N”. He stuck the tip of his cock in you, grunting at the tightness of your entrance. “I fucking want you.”

You let out a guttural moan as he slowly stretched your pussy to fit his cock. You finally felt it. The warmth you’d been craving deep inside. The stingingly sweet pain of his cock stretching out your drenched pussy. You could die right now. Right here in the arms of the man you loved. And your ghost would be perfectly okay with it. But your flesh craved even more. You needed him to reach the deepest parts of you. You needed him to destroy your greedy pussy.

“Fuck me, Eijirou. I want you to fuck me like the greedy slut that I am!” You looked directly into his dazed eyes, whining at him to give you what you wanted. “Please, I want you so bad. Mark this pussy with that cock of yours. Make me unable to think about anyone else like this. C’mon, give it to me! ”

Too aroused by your begging, he silently obliged. Sinking the entirety of his cock inside you, he twitched at your pulsating walls. It was like your pussy was a breathing organ, sucking him in and tightening around him so he could never leave. And he wasn’t going to. He’d stay like this forever with you.

Not giving you time to get used to his size, Kirishima started thrusting brutally against your hips. You let out the sweetest moans as you littered his back with scratches. His thrusts becoming smoother and smoother as your pussy got used to him. His cock ferociously grazed against your g-spot as the tip teasingly nibbed at your cervix. The perfect mix of pleasure and pain, you felt your now fourth orgasm approaching. You let go of his shoulders to lay your head back deep in the cushions of his pillows.

“Eijirou, you’re gonna make me cum again! You’re gonna make me cum all over your cock-!”

“Oh fuck- me too, F/N”. The rhythm of his thrusts became more faltered as your walls inhumanely squeezed the life out of him. He looked at your cock-drunk face, pleased with his performance. “Where do you want it, baby?”

You raised your head to reestablish eye contact with him. “I want it inside! Cum inside me! I need your cum so bad, need to feel it in my-Hmmnghh!!” Your orgasm overtook your speaking as you groaned hysterically.

Kirishima not far behind you, quickened his pace to chase his own high. “Shit, F/N! I’m gonna cum inside you! Fucking take all of it, baby! Don’t let any seep out, okay?”

You moaned at the hotness of his seed spurting inside. It was so deep inside you and you wondered if it was either easier or more difficult to get pregnant as a succubus. Either way you wanted more and your walls clenched once again against Kirishima’s cock.

He grunted before leaning down to bury his face in your neck, once again starting to thrust inside you. He was overstimulated but your pussy was driving him crazy. Perhaps your juices were an aphrodisiac, making anyone a slave to the area between your thighs. He kissed along your jaw and brought his hand up against your throat. He didn’t squeeze tight, just enough to get your attention.

He rose his head up to get a good look at your face. You looked liked a corrupted angel beneath him. He couldn’t believe you withholded him from these pleasures for so long. Were you just gonna go fuck other guys? You were going to let other men taste what has been his all along? He needed to hear you say you belonged to him. He’d give up anything to hear your sweet voice tell him everything from your insides and out belonged to him.

“Tell me who you belong to, baby?”

You replied with no hesitation, willing to say and do anything to milk more of his cum inside you.

“You, Eijirou! I belong to you! My flesh, my womb, my guts! Everything belongs to you Eijirou!” You felt another orgasm filling up in your stomach. “Please don’t ever leave me, Eiji. I want you with me forever. “

Of course, this was something he had no qualms about doing. He was ready. He’d give up school, his goals, his life to please you at every waking moment. He’d keep you pumped full of his cum so you’d never think about anyone else. You wouldn’t even remember what it was like to live like you weren’t a succubus. You’d be happy like this. With him.

Because he was your hero.

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cellsshapedlikestars · 3 years ago

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Hon' if you are accepting prompts (and only if you are!) can I have some spooky Sansa and Jon? I'm still not over them in spooky scenarios so I would love to read anything about it.

And for something a little more specific (in case that helps): maybe ghost!Sansa and Jon moves to her place and she is not happy, but also she loves his dog?

Or maybe Addams AU!

Or maybe Jon is the ghost and Sansa moves into his place?

Or they are talkshow hosts or something and a ghost is trying to get them together?

Or maybe YouTubers AU and their followed bug them until they agree to a Collab and it's Halloween or something like that?

Okay I went all over the place and clearly have too many ideas, but feel free to choose any of you do choose something!

First of all, I guess I'm sort of always taking prompts? I'll never turn them away, though they may also sit in my inbox forever (I'm looking at you, the last anon prompt from when I asked for them back in December...)

Second, spooky prompts! ❤️👻❤️👻❤️ If there's anything I love in this world, it's the supernatural/paranormal. And it may be the middle of summer, but I'm already longing for spooky season and I've been trying to vibe with it but it's hard when the days are so long, hot, and humid. (I desperately want to be able to go outside and not feel like I'm breathing soup, thank you very much.)

Before I get to the prompt itself, because I'm too wordy for my own good - your one prompt of Sansa/Jon is a ghost and the other moves in to their place... well, I've read that fic! It's actually locked on AO3 and I don't know if that means the author doesn't really want people finding it/linking to it, so I won't, but I guess DM me if you wanna know what it is?? I don't know the protocol for that. There's also Haunt Me, Then by the lovely @ode-to-an-inkwell which I read back when I was lurking and I loved it. It's the same base premise, but with a ton more plot!

The prompt I have chosen is the youtuber collab! Because I also love writing about/dissecting social media, apparently.

Sansa breathes – deep and even – and tries to stay centered in the middle of her group (away from the edges, away from the dark corners and the sounds coming from them and the people she knows are waiting for her there).

She wishes with all her strength that her followers had never found out that she's related to Robb. It's not something she was hiding, necessarily, but when she started her channel, she'd kept a lot of her personal life private. And honestly, she never thought it would get to this point – the point where she has millions of followers and Robb and Theon have millions of followers and those followers inevitably found out she and Robb are siblings.

A collab had been unavoidable. She just wishes it were any other activity than... this.

She lets out a strangled scream as something crashes to her right and she stumbles left, straight into the other person who's been dragged along tonight – Jon Snow. He catches her arm and keeps her upright and she almost thanks him until she hears him let out a laugh. It infuriates her and she rips her arm out of his grasp and sends him a glare, though it's short lived when she sees what looks like a jar of eyeballs on a shelf behind him and bile twists in her stomach.

She hates Halloween - she hates horror movies and jump scares and gore, and she especially hates haunted houses. But what else should she have expected for this collab? Robb and Theon have a dumb prank channel, of course they'd bring her – notorious wimp Sansa Stark – to a haunted house for the video. She thinks Robb got permission to film, because Dacey and Olyvar are flanking them with cameras to capture everyone's reactions.

“It's all fake,” Jon reminds her, though she barely hears his voice over the din of sound effects echoing through the dark corridor as they pass from one room to another.

“I know that,” she hisses, heart pounding wildly. They approach a doorway and – sure enough – right as she passes through, there's a person with heavy special effects makeup waiting on the other side to grab at her (another thing she resents – this is one of those places where the actors can touch you. They'd had to sign a waver). She screams in the actor's faux-bloody face and she swears he laughs at her.

In front of her, Robb and Theon are being obnoxious as usual. She doesn't really condone their prank channel and has often had to reign them in from doing something that would get one of them needlessly hurt (or would be considered, you know, illegal). Jon is usually an unwilling participant in their videos, and he has his own woodworking channel that has nowhere near the viewership that her makeup channel or Robb and Theon's prank channels do (she's told him, over an over, that if he showed his face on camera, he'd get more viewers, but he insists that he wants the focus to be on his work, not him). Jon walks next to her, calm, like nothing in this place fazes him, and she sort of resents him for this.

She understands it's all fake, she's not stupid, but that doesn't stop her fear response from kicking in every time something jumps at her, every time lights flicker or go out. It doesn't stop her stomach from turning whenever she sees the needlessly gory scenes like that doctor cutting a girl open, her fake intestines spilling out as the actress screamed.

“It'll be over soon,” Jon leans in close so she can hear him better, and for a moment a sense of calm washes over her. She loses it, though, as he moves away to give her space and she panics and reaches out and grabs his hand, tugging him back close to her.

A strange look passes over his face, but he doesn't say anything, just lets her grab onto his arm as they continue through the haunted house. She can't explain it, but with Jon next to her she feels... safe. She knows none of this is real, she knows none of these actors will actually hurt her, but it doesn't seem to matter, and it doesn't seem to matter that Jon won't actually have to protect her (though she somehow knows that he would if he ever had to, and that's a strange realization to have as she's walking through a room of terrifying clowns).

When it's finally over and they're outside, she breathes a sigh of relief and she feels muscles that she hadn't even realized were tensed relax.

“That was awesome,” Theon nearly shouts at one of the cameras. He and Robb talk loudly and animatedly for the cameras about the house, summarizing it for their audience (she knows they're likely to cut out a lot of the extreme scares and gore, since a good portion of their audience are kids and young teens).

“You good?” Jon murmurs to her and she realizes she still has a death grip on his arm.

“Oh,” she breathes with a forced laugh, “yeah,” and she lets go of his arm and immediately wishes she could have it back. (And then, some part of her brain whispers that she wishes she could have his arm wrapped around her instead, but she pushes that thought out because where did that even come from?)

Jon brings a hand up to scratch at his beard and shifts on his feet and she wonders if its because he feels awkward on camera. Jon's never liked being on camera, not really – it's why Robb and Theon always have to catch him off guard and why his videos – at most – only feature his hands and forearms (the comments on his videos about how attractive his hands and forearms are had been one of her main arguments for showing his face, but Jon had gotten weird after that and so she'd dropped it eventually).

“Hayride next?” Robb asks, which brings her back to the present.

“There's more?” she whines, twisting her face into a pout that always got her out of trouble when she was a kid, but Robb and Theon are already making their way towards the next attraction.

“You can sit next to me,” Jon offers, and she feels relief flood through her. “I'll be on the outside.”

She feels herself smile for the first time all night and nods and she's even more pleased when he – after a moment of hesitation – holds out his arm for her to take. She does so, curling her own arms around his and hugging it to her, keeping herself as close to him as possible as they walk through the fairgrounds to the haunted hayride.

They arrive right behind Robb and Theon and when Robb sees the way she's basically clinging to his best friend, there's a look that she can't figure out – it flicks from their joined arms, to Jon, then back to their arms, then to her, then back to Jon again and she feels Jon stiffen up next to her. Something silent passes between them and Robb looks almost... concerned? But then Jon shakes his head so subtly she thinks she's not supposed to see it and Robb nods back and turns around to face Theon and the cameras and Sansa's left more confused than anything.

The next tractor and wagon pull up to the entrance and the previous riders disembark. She waits with Jon, and though there's a slight fluttering in her stomach, she's not terrified like she had been right before the haunted house. Jon keeps his word and as they climb onto the open-topped wagon, he lets her sit in the middle and he takes the outside so she won't have to deal with the actors that run up to them during the ride. She settles into the hay and, without thinking, leans her head on his shoulder, arm still linked through his.

“Thank you,” she says.

“Robb and Theon shouldn't have made you do this,” Jon says back and his voice sounds a bit shaky. She can't see his face, she's too comfortable resting her head against him to look up, but she wonders why he sounds nervous. Maybe he's more scared of all of this than he was letting on? He hadn't seemed nervous at all in the haunted house.

“Don't worry, I'm going to have so much fun giving them a full face of glam makeup when it's time to make the video for my channel.” That's the point of this collab – she does a video for their channel and they do one for hers.

Jon lets out a soft laugh as the tractor starts up and the wagon lurches forward, heading into the dark forest. “Can I watch?”

“Definitely,” she says as she squeezes his arm tighter, her heart jumping at a noise off in the woods – a signal that the scares are about to start. “You should let me do your makeup,” she continues to try and distract herself. “I think glam makeup would look amazing with your beard.”

“Sure,” she can feel his shoulder lift into a shrug, and that does make her lift her head up and look at him.

“You would? I thought you hated being on camera?”

He shrugs again, but whatever response he was going to give is cut off as an actor takes a running leap at the wagon, latching onto the side and pulling himself up, and the passenger nearest to him (right in front of Jon) screams. Sansa sucks in a breath and tries to calm her racing heart (and out of the corner of her eye, she sees Dacey with a camera pointed right at her and Jon, a smirk on her face).

She spends the rest of the ride (and all through the haunted corn maze), hanging onto Jon for dear life and she swears his calm presence is the only reason she survives.

(And when she finally gets home to her little apartment and gets into bed, she tries desperately not to think too hard about why that is. She tries not to analyze the safety she felt with him or the way her heart had been fluttering during the car ride home, sitting in Robb's back seat and staring at Jon's profile illuminated by moonlight in the front seat as he and Robb talked and joked around. She tries not to obsess about the way he'd told her to call him if she ever wanted him to be in one of her videos, tries not to read too much into the look Robb had given Jon when he said it.)

(She tells herself that the reason she can't sleep that night is because of the haunted house.)

(It's definitely not because of Jon.)

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