#i don't want to get into it but i just had a flashback to a terrible group of friends lol

[crookedteethed]

HOW i slept with your father | r.c.

Pairing: (older)Bestfriend's Dad Rafe! x Fem!reader

Summary: In which you tell your best friend how you accidentally slept with her father...oops.

Warnings: 18+ Semi-smut (protected p in v) (smut showed through flashback), age gap (reader is in her early 20s, Rafe is in his early forties), cursing, ocs, unrealistic reactions?, hints at Rafe being a fuckboy, I also can't tell if Rafe preyed on reader (you decide for yourself)

A/N: This story is really just reader telling her best friend about her night with Rafe, lmk if you want an actual smutty fic with bestfriend dad Rafe (heart emoticon)

Word count: 1.6k

"Maribella, I had sex with your Father."

There, you said it. Your guilty conscience has been cleared. Your mind has been restored, and you can stop thinking about how much of a terrible friend you are because you're really not. You told the truth.

It's like that old stupid proverb, something about the truth setting you free or you setting the truth free, something like that.

There had been a moment of silence. A moment in which Maribella had slowly turned around from her lowboy vanity, half of her face the color of rose red from the blush powder she'd been frantically beating on her cheeks--you two were going out tonight. 

In that moment of silence, you glanced at the ticking clock up on Maribella's wall. It was 8:50 pm, and the boys-- the ones you and Maribella met on the beach that evening, were supposed to pick you both up in thirty minutes. 

"Gross." Maribella mumbles, returning to her vanity mirror and continuing to powder her cheeks. "You aren't going to be my new stepmother now, are you?" She says. 

You looked at the framed photo on Marbella's vanity--the photo of a smallish Maribella with chubby cheeks and missing baby teeth sandwiched between a very young Mr. Cameron and Maribella's Late mother (She wasn't dead, just not in Maribella's life after the divorce). 

You think to yourself how much of a resemblance your friend shares with her father--the same cerulean-colored eyes and dusky blond hair--you remember thinking this that night in which you fucked Mr. Cameron. 

You remember having to close your eyes shut while his girthy length pile drove into you during missionary, but Rafe had insisted on keeping your eyes open, or he wouldn't have let you cum that time. "Eyes on me, baby." he said, lightly tapping your cheek.

"No, not if you don't want me to." you said.

Maribella hums.

"To make it even, you can sleep with my father." you suggested, which cause Maribella to scrunch up her face in her backwards reflection.

"Your father's gross and old." She says. "and besides, isn't he still with that women?"

"My mother? Yes."

You watch from your spot on Maribella's bed as she gets up from her vanity and enters her walk-in closet.

"At least I get the appeal with my father." She shouts from the other room.

Minutes later, Maribella emerges from her closet, no longer in her silk bathrobe but in a simple white slip dress. 

"How do I look?" she asks you.

"Cute." you tell her.

She hums again, being satisfied with your response. Then, Maribella goes back to her vanity to continue doing her makeup.

"So, tell me." She says. "Tell me how'd you fucked my dad."

You shrug. "It just happened one time." and many other times afterward.

"Y'know." Maribella turns around excitedly. "Out of all the women my dad has slept with, you're the first one I ever gotten to talk to about it, so what was he like?"

Now it was your turn to scrunch up your face in disgust. "Maribella, this is gross. I'm not going to tell you how your dad fucks in bed."

"No fair." she whines. "I tell you about all the guys I've slept with."

You raise your eyebrow, to be fair she had a point.

"Let's just pretend my dad isn't my dad or Mr. Cameron; he's just Rafe, some stupid boy you fucked; now tell me everything."

Rafe was just some stupid guy you had fucked, but he wasn't a boy; he was all man--which is what had you enamored by him--it was either that or he was the first guy actually to tend to the needs of being wanted that had you so enamored by him.

 Unlike other guys you had been with, Rafe was attentive and considerate, making sure to meet your needs and desires. That's what made him stand out and had you so enamored.

This is why you kept coming back.

It was the night of Maribella's 21st birthday party. In your retellings of the story, you failed to mention how Rafe had kept staring at you that night. Every time you encountered each other, his eyes would first wander to your lips and then linger on your breast--which was practically spilling out the top of your corset. And each time you labeled him "Mr. Cameron," he would insist on you calling him "Rafe" because you were no longer a child. 

And it was liberating that Rafe did not see you as a child anymore, now seeing you for who you are: an adult woman. 

You also failed to mention when you spotted Rafe and his then-date, some black-haired women equally his age, arguing on the upstairs deck of Tanny Hill.

You didn't tell Maribella that you overheard Rafe's date yell at him: "Don't call me the next time you're horny, call Mrs. Young Pussy instead." Before storming out.

You kept in how Rafe had called you Beautiful that night, you didn't keep in how much that made you blush, after Maribella had said "Gross."

You exaggerated how much you had drunk that night to make it seem like a blackout drunk story—was it 10 shots? 20? You've forgotten, you told Maribella.

You told Maribella how after you and Rafe carried a shit-fazed Maribella to her bedroom, Rafe told her you didn't have to go home as the rest of the guests did; you could stay.

"You're always welcomed to stay" His exact words.  

You also left out that moment in which you and Rafe shared in the kitchen sharing a bottle of wine, in which you confronted him about his date leaving mad, and in his exact words:

"Women my age are just so uptight."

And though you hadn't quite understood what he meant, you nodded anyway.

He then says: "I'm sure you can understand that, but in reverse, with men your age."

"Men my age are stupid and don't know what they want." you responded.

"That's a shame." Rafe had told you. "Because I know what I want."

And you knew it wasn't the weed you smoked earlier or the few sips of red wine you were having that altered your perception to make you think Rafe was getting closer to him; Rafe was getting closer to you. 

By the end of the conversation, Rafe was no longer on the opposite side of the kitchen island; he was now standing beside you, the skin of his elbow touching yours. 

Your breathing had become uneven as Rafe's gaze remained steadfastly locked with yours, but you deliberately avoided meeting his eyes, for this was your best friend's father.

You felt your heart pounding in your chest as you tried to think of a way to break the silence. You took a deep breath and forced yourself to look into the intense blue of Rafe's eyes.

You didn't tell Maribella when you told Rafe that you weren't uptight, which was a quip to his response about knowing what he wants. And then he kissed you.     

The kiss took both of you by surprise, but it was undeniable that there was a spark between you. As your lips met, time seemed to stand still, and in that moment, you knew that this was the beginning of something extraordinary.

"And then we had sex." you concluded to Maribella.

Sex would be an understatement, you fucked.

Rafe had placed pecks on every inch of your body as he carried you into his bedroom, a room that was always off-limits when you and Maribella used to play with each other growing up. 

You were too enamored by Rafe's bergamot scent and how he kept calling you beautiful with each peck to your flesh to examine his room and hypothesize why this room of all rooms was once off limits. 

You were too overwhelmed when you felt his large muscular hands tear your clothes off your body to notice the picture of Maribella sitting on Rafe's bed side table.

You were too overcome with lust and craving when Rafe requested that you retrieve a condom from his nightstand, where you intentionally dislodged the photograph of Maribella.

Out of sight out of mine.

As Rafe carefully rolled the condom down his reddening shaft, you feigned an air of eager anticipation, so much so that you almost missed when Rafe remarked:

"You have no idea how long I've been longing for this moment."

Right then, without a warning, Rafe plunged himself deep inside of you like no man has ever done before. 

Your eyes widened, and your mouth formed the shape of an 'o' as you felt his thick cock split your cunt open, kiss your cervix, and sheath deep inside your belly. 

You counted the number of times Rafe said your pussy was tight; it was a number of 10.

At this point, Maribella no longer sat at her vanity and was now sitting beside you on her bed. 

"Oh, lame." She says. "So it was just a drunken mistake, a one-night stand kind of thing?"

You hummed. This reminds you that you should cut things off with Rafe since Maribella knows now. 

Right then in the moment Maribella's phone dings.

"The boys are here." She says. "You ready?"

And as you and Maribella walked down the spiral staircase of Tanny Hill, your friend told you:

"Now that I think of it, I'm not that pissed that you slept with my dad; as I said, I get it: he's rich, and he's good-looking for his age; what other qualities do you need in a man?"

In which you hummed again.

"Now if this was a recurring thing, that's a whole other story--Oh! hi Daddy."

As you and Maribelle descended to the base of the stairs, you were greeted by Rafe.

Rafe looked at you first before greeting his daughter.

You made an effort to maintain eye contact with him, despite his patronizing gaze, resisting the temptation to steal glances at him in his form-fitting shirt that accentuated his muscular physique.

You focused on maintaining a calm and composed demeanor, refusing to let his condescension affect you. Instead, you redirected your attention to the conversation at hand.

"Where are you girls headed?" He asks, addressing no one in particular.

"We're going out," Maribella says, sensing the tension and tugging your wrist towards the door.

"Don't wait up for me; we'll be out all night," Maribella said, Rafe's eyes never leaving yours as you and Maribella exited the door.

The boys you'd met earlier—Steven and Conrad, you think their names were—were parked outside Tanny Hill, blasting some obnoxious music from their car speakers.

"Oh wait, I think I forgot something," you tell Maribella as you approach the car. 

You don't wait for Maribella's approval before jogging back inside her house, where her father awaited you behind the front door with a sly smirk on his lips.

"I knew you couldn't resist telling me a goodbye," he remarked, just as the two of you leaned in for a messy, passionate kiss.

Knowing you were pressed for time, you were the one to break the kiss. 

'Same time again tomorrow night?' he asks, his voice filled with a mix of hope and desire as he wipes away the remnants of your shared moment. 

"Same time." you reassured.

[in-another-april]

summary/prompt + genre - Spencer's pretty and you're in love. That's it that's the fic. | fluff

warnings - none

wc - 363

notes - i finally had to use "y/n" in a post on here and im losing it. the flashbacks of my wattpad days have me fighting for my life. anyways more obsessed!reader because wow! they're literally me!

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You adore listening to Spencer ramble, you really do, but right now, you just want to love on him.

He's explaining the new documentary he just finished watching, but you're too busy admiring him to focus on what he's saying. The way his eyes light up, the excited smile on his face. You're caught up in how passionate he sounds, how smart he sounds.

You feel bad for not paying attention, but he's the one that's being so distracting.

"Y'so pretty, Spence." You feel silly that it's all you can say, but it's all you can think about.

He stops, eyes wide and cheeks burning. He's quick to avert eye contact, looking everywhere but at you as he fights back a dopey smile. You make his head spin.

"Stop it," It's embarrassingly high-pitched, almost a whine. He'd be lying if he said he didn't love when you fawned over him, even though it never fails to fluster him.

He pushes himself closer to you to duck his head into your neck, bashful under your affectionate gaze. You don't let him get away that easily, catching his face in your hands and pressing a kiss to his lips.

"Can't help it," You gush, your foreheads still pressed together after you've pulled away from the kiss. Your lips trail across his cheek, up his nose, to his forehead, and he giggles, ticklish, playfully swatting you away.

In the midst of all his thrashing, he falls back onto the couch. He takes you with him, letting out a comically surprised squeak when you fall on top of him, and you both feel tears well up in your eyes from laughing so hard.

You kiss his nose one last time, for good measure, and he smiles up at you. His eyes are full of affection, hands finding your face to run his thumb along your jawline, up to your cheek. You lean into his touch, kissing his palm.

"You're ridiculous." All fondness, voice raspy from all of the laughing.

"Ridiculously in love with my ridiculously perfect boyfriend, maybe." You tease, he just makes it too easy.

"(Y/N)!" His blush gets impossibly deeper, weakly glaring at you in faux indignation.

"Okay, okay, I'll stop!"

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[herejusttosufferalong]

I've started and deleted this sentence several times now and don't really know how to begin. So let's just go for it and say seriously WHAT THE FUCK has been the last 6 months!? My mind is a clusterfuck rn. I love L and N but they are seriously debilitating. Like I've been see-sawing between casual nonchalance about everything saying "haha this is great ride, what's next in store?" to just confused exasperation and emotional fatigue. I don't even know these people, and yet I am so fucking invested. This has never happened to me. They are like a drug. Seriously, whatever they are selling, I will buy 10 of everything, pump it into my veins. Why is my kink now seeing them get married, have kids and L be a stay-at-home daddy while N rules the fucking world?! N, alone, has me questioning my sexuality. Then I remember L is there, and I go oh yeah him too. Them is my sexuality. It's so messy. Anyway, now to the point of this. I had some flashbacks while watching L's Loewe Vogue video today. Watching his groomer give him a lovely face and head massage instantly transported me to Ireland with the infamous forehead stroke. Honestly, imo, the biggest turning point of the whole tour. So much happened before this time, but I really do think this moment was critical. I will outline why.

Obviously, Ireland was a massive deal for N. The excitement of getting back home and meeting family and friends, the amazing reception, it was special. She talked ad nauseam about her mum meeting L and honestly all I could think was when has anyone been excited/nervous about their parents meeting just a friend? You feel that certain way because you're wanting approval, you're wanting them to feel the same way you do about that person and welcome them into the family, as it were. I've never felt that way with friends, but I had done with my boyfriend (now husband). But maybe that's just me? L didn't seem as caught up in it, like almost trying to downplay a lot of her ott excitement. I also noticed that they were less touchy feely overall compared to earlier on in the trip, which was so unhinged honestly, I didn't know what to do with myself. But then came the moment. I don't think enough people have broken this moment down. So the interviewer asks the question, that's been asked oh so many times, "was it easier or harder to do the intimacy scenes with a friend?" And N looks at L and thinks to herself, he has a hair out of place on his forehead, I'm going to reach out and stroke his forehead right in the middle of this god damn interview. Not once, but a few times, like her little hand was built to stroke that man's face. Now, tbf, she does ask permission but also tbf her hand is already at his face before he can answer a whispered, guttural, "mhmm". He leans in, we loose L for a bit there, then he comes back saying "ok" like you probably got that hair now, think we should stop now. And her going into 'mother' mode telling him to turn his head, good boy. And his little worried face when it's over. And them talking about how N just can't stop picking hairs off people on set. Mmm ok. If they were in Regency outfits, I would be expecting a mirror scene next up. But you might say to me, well shit like this has happened countless times, it's just another thing. Well, I say no, this time was different. They both knew they had crossed a line, publicly, her initiation, his reaction. Because they were strange as hell at the London premiere. He avoided her gaze. She visibly stopped herself from touching him. One occasion, I saw her reach out to his arm or back, and she looked behind him (I think where their teams were?), and immediately pulled her arm back. The first moment she was asked about people shipping Lukola she had a pre-prepared speech ready to go to explain the head stroke. It was forced. A lot of what she said seemed so rehearsed, and although, I'm certain N does think a lot about what she is going to say in interviews, usually she is very natural about it and let's it flow. That lady was stressed and making a point that L is just a 'bud'. The lady doth protest to much, methinks. She's seen everything we've typed about her and L's behaviour during the tour, so why start over-explaining and defending behaviour now? She was STRESSED. That was the overt, obvious, stop yourself type of behaviour, and yet we still saw SOME of that unconscious stuff seep through, like him searching for her hand, her looking up at him like a God, her stroking his thumb with hers while holding hands (seriously, why was that SO intimate to me?). Point being, you can't fake that stuff, the repression and release. The unconscious behaviour. They knew something was rumbling. Or at least, N did. My opinion is that they have not acted on those rumblings, because if they had, it would be OVER. Electric. Power surge. Goodnight. Pack your bags and goodbye. We might not even exist anymore, tbh. But I shall wait over here and keep eating all the crumbs I can get. (I am sooo sorry about the length of whatever this is, thank you much the same, it was so nice to vent).

OKay but like I kinda fuckin love you anon...

I had the biggest smile on my face reading this.

There is so much to unpack here. We will have to chat sometime.

LOVE x

[rpking99]

The Paul Problem

Hey guys. So we all know this dipshit. The asshole. The figure face behind all that is wrong with Spider-Man right now . Well, with the writer of the book leaving in September, I thought it was about time to look over the Paul situation and why it sucks.

Now I am not going to go into the storyline in chronilogical order. Nothing like that. I'm just going to be going over a few key facts/moments and talking about why they dont work.

So first things first... he has NO personality. Like... none. Blander than whtie bread. More generic than the most generic isekai protagonist. Next, he exists jsut to cause drama and to not have Peter and MJ together. So with all that nonsense out the way... lets get to the real topics.

When Peter and MJ where trapped in an alternate dimension and had a chance to escape, what did Paul do? Just push Peter through it. Peter and MJ could have left at the same time, heck they where GOING to, but instead he pushed Peter through to get him out of the way.

This act lead to the "answer" to a "question" that the book had been building up to, as this was part of a flashback arc. The "question" was "What did Spider-Man do to make everyone hate him" and the answer was.... "nothing. He was trapped in another dimension and his return trip destroyed a city, which he did not know would happen and he had no control over"

Peter and MJ had been dating when Peter went through the portal. He then made EVERYONE he knows and trusts mad as he beat up friends and stormed through everything and anyone. He saved Paul and MJ... and MJ reveals she has been with Paul for 6 months. And the two where now together. MJ was cheating on Peter for six months

And to make that even worse, MJ basically just tells Peter to "get over it" like an unfeeling bitch. Just "No, I am not leaving Paul despite our years together. How dare you do that Peter. Fuck you"

Let's go back for half a moment and remember, Paul KIDNAPPED MJ there. He kicked Peter through the portal and left MJ trapped/stranded there for SIX MONTHS alone with him

One defence the writer keeps giving to try and defend Paul in the book is that he is a "Good Man". Well... let's go over a few of his "nice acts", shall we?

He wanted to leave/abandon two children to die so he and MJ can just run away

He used these kids to trap MJ in a loveless marriage for months

These kids where not real and actually illusions/manifestations of his fathers powers

Commited at LEAST one genocide with/for his father and did not feel bad about it

Punched Peter in the face because Peter pointed out his crimes and said he wasn't a "good guy"

Oh yeah and let's not forget that Paul only "turned good" because MJ "saw the light", AKA he wanted to bang her and is a terrible person as well as a simp but the writter thinks he is the true "tragic hero" of it all.

Now we all know how much of a "wonderful person" Paul is. Don't we all feel so much better?

...

Just three more months. Just three more months.

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Vampire Wedding Part 2

Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors and inaccuracies.

A blood oath was a vampire wedding ceremony passed down since ancient times.

The words Galileo told me sounded familiar.

Galileo: "Do you know what the blood oath ceremony is?"

Mitsuki: "I only heard a little about it from Comte before. It's a ceremony performed by two people."

Galileo: "Yeah."

He took my left hand and gently touched my ring finger.

Galileo: "On the night of the full moon, the groom will pledge eternal love by drinking from his bride's ring finger."

Galileo: "If you don't mind, why don't we do it on the next full moon?"

(Full moon?)

I hesitated for a moment, as I was about to nod at his words.

(He's a dhampir. Is it really okay?)

Galileo: "What's wrong?"

Mitsuki: "Um, you'll drink my blood on the full moon night, right? I'm worried about your body."

Galileo: "Your concern is understandable."

He tightened the arm he had wrapped around my waist.

Galileo: "But even so, I want to make a blood oath with you."

Mitsuki: "Why would you go so far for this?"

Galileo: "I told you. You changed me."

Galileo: "I was able to accept both my vampire and human sides because of you."

Galileo: "That's why I want to pledge eternity to you."

Mitsuki: "Galileo."

I gently leaned against Galileo's shoulder.

Mitsuki: "I also want to pledge 'eternity' to you."

Galileo: "Yeah."

He whispered and hugged me even tighter.

Then, on the night of the full moon, in a deserted church, our private 'Blood Oath' quietly began.

Galileo: "Mitsuki, come here."

Standing before the altar, he reached out his hand to me.

Mitsuki: "Okay."

I slowly walked toward him in my wedding dress, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

Galileo: "That dress suits you well."

Mitsuki: "Thank you. I'm happy to hear you say that."

As I felt my heart being filled with happiness from his simple but heartfelt compliment, he offered something he held in his hand.

Galileo: "Mitsuki, this is for you."

Mitsuki: "A flower crown?"

Galileo: "Yeah, I made it."

It was a delicate flower crown woven with white flowers.

Galileo: "I used to make these often for my sister."

(Ah...)

At that moment, the scene I had once seen beyond the door returned to me.

------------Flashback-----------

Livia: "Big brother, I can't make the flower crown properly."

Galileo: "Let me see."

Galileo: "Here you go. Happy birthday, Livia."

Livia: "Wow, it's so cute! Thank you, big brother!"

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Cleric 2: "Even if they're the family of a heretic, it's sad to see them getting ripped apart by wild dogs."

Cleric 1: "Sure, it's a quick solution, but I wish they'd consider those of us who have to clean it up."

Galileo: "Family of a heretic?"

Galileo: "No way, that can't be."

Galileo: "Livia?"

The white ribbon tied to the flower crown was stained with blood.

Cleric 1: "Alright, let's throw this away."

Galileo: "No, stop! Wait!!"

---------Flashback Ends--------

(The flower crown is a symbol of the bond between the two of them and a reminder of sad memories.)

Mitsuki: "Wasn't it painful to make this?"

My heart ached sharply, and I clasped my hands tightly in front of my chest without thinking.

Galileo: "No."

He shook his head gently.

Galileo: "On the contrary. While making it, I felt a sense of nostalgia and warmth."

Galileo: "I wanted to see you wearing this flower crown at the ceremony, no matter what."

As he spoke, he reached out and gently placed the flower crown on my head.

The soft, sweet fragrance that surrounded me was endlessly tender.

(It feels as if his family is watching over me.)

Mitsuki: "I'm so happy. I'll treasure it."

Mitsuki: "It's really beautiful."

The mixed feelings of joy and sadness welled up, leaving me speechless.

Galileo: "Yeah, just as I thought, you look beautiful."

He whispered as he faced me in front of the altar.

Galileo: "In times of health and sickness, no matter what hardships may come, I vow to love and protect only you."

Galileo: "I want you to walk with me until the end of our lives."

His sincere words shook my heart.

To accept his feelings, I looked straight at him and spoke.

Mitsuki: "I also vow to love and walk with you."

Mitsuki: "From now on, I will always be by your side."

Mitsuki: "I want to live my life looking at you and laughing together."

Hearing my declaration, Galileo gave a fleeting smile and knelt.

Galileo: "Tonight, I pledge to make a blood oath."

The moment I felt his fangs press against my ring finger, a sharp pain ran through it.

But the pain quickly turned into pleasure, and a tingling sensation spread throughout my body.

Mitsuki: "Nnn..."

A sweet sound escaped my lips, and my legs gave way beneath me.

Galileo, who had been kneeling, swiftly stood up and caught me in his arms.

Galileo: "Haah..."

His pale cheeks were faintly flushed, and an unmistakable heat shimmered in his usually calm eyes.

The sight of him, exuding such intense sensual allure, captivated me completely.

Galileo: "The oath is complete."

His outstretched arms effortlessly lifted me.

Mitsuki: "Ah..."

Galileo: "You are mine and mine alone now."

His closely held embrace transmitted the rapid thumping of his heart through his clothes against my chest.

His eyes, looking down at me, reflected nothing but me.

Galileo: "Let's go home. I don't think I can wait much longer."

Mitsuki: "Okay."

I nodded and wrapped my arms around his neck, hiding my flushed face.

Mitsuki: "I want to be yours completely soon."

As I whispered, suppressing my embarrassment, his arms tightened around me.

Galileo: "Don't tease me too much."

With a sigh-like murmur, he placed a light kiss on my cheek.

Still holding me, Galileo quickly left the church.

Part 1 ╎ Part 2 ╎ Premium ╎ Epilogue

[teyvatairconditioningco]

Okay some closing thoughts on the character side of the story

1, This is so fucking cute, I'm begging someone to draw this. 2, when we get down to doing the do with Bael, I'm gonna need a solo scene because I love him all by himself AND an absolutely filthy threesome. If PB wants my money, that's what they've got to do. I'll blow my salary on that and not even feel bad about it.

I hate everything about him, sorry. I'll tolerate bad yeehaw localization for Belphie (and Beleth(?)) but I'm drawing the line. Every expression besides blank face is eugh. Why are his eyebrows like that? Earrings aren't even earrings. I bet that's a wig. No thanks.

Okay there's a lot I don't like about this guy, but the flashback at least made me sympathetic. Maybe he'll be a little more redeeming in the fu—

Nnnfngngndkdkg oh my god I want to step on him let me step on him I want to make him beg I want to make him cry I

Moving on, shout out to Gusion for being on the verge of an aneurysm but still finding time to be a freak over... *checks notes* math.

And here I need pb to get it together. Pick a design. How did this not get noticed and fixed like??? Y'all can hire me and I'll tell you everything you're doing wrong. Just btw. In case y'all need some help. Which you do. Anyway Bathin was a little cutie patootie.

Speaking of cutie patooties, if anything ever happens to Harumon I'm killing everyone in Niflheim and then myself.

And finally, YOU FUCKIN HUH. No. When "we" meet belphie it had better be with grown out horns. You can chop em later but I need to KNOW.

That's all for now, thanks

[unknownperson246]

can you write izzy dating an older woman, please?

Hii hope you enjoy it 💋.

Young For Me

words: 1,024

warnings: *fluff* *age gap* *use of alcohol* *cussing* *excuse the grammar*

It was the year 1991 when you were 36 and your boyfriend Izzy was 29. Izzy kept the both of you out of the public eye because he was scared about people discussing your relationship. Izzy is a quiet and private guy and you're a quiet and reserved woman. You both would like to keep it that way. You were sitting in Izzy's apartment. Izzy was a funny, soft, and sweet man but his fans see him as a serious person. He has only shown a comforting personality to the people he is close to.

“Izzy I want to go out hon” You announce to Izzy.

“You sure Y/N I mean us going together in public will create speculation,” Izzy says.

“Maybe it's time we should go out in public you know? I want people to see us together at least once,” you suggest.

“Okay just this once but we have to be careful okay? I don’t want the paparazzi or random people taking photos of us” Izzy says.

Izzy throws on his leather jacket underneath his white v-neck. You both put on your helmets that were hanging on Izzy's motorcycle. You get on the back of his motorcycle. Izzy gets in front of you. You start to straddle your boyfriend. You finally get to his favorite place to eat. 

“Luckily no one has recognized me yet,” Izzy says with his sunglasses on.

The waitress comes over.

“Here is your menu, just order whenever you're ready.” The waitress says with a smile on her face.

You both decide what you want and order it. Someone from another table approaches you and Izzy.

“Hi I'm a huge fan,” She says trying not to squeal at Izzy

“Can I get an autograph?” She asks kindly.

“Sure,” Izzy says smiling. 

The fan leaves to go get a paper and a pen and Izzy gets very nervous that if one person already recognized him that soon there would probably be paparazzi storming around the two of you. 

“Izzy it's going to be okay this isn't a large crowd so we're not going to be recognized by the paparazzi,” You say reassuringly while holding his hand.

The fan comes back after a couple of moments and the fan hands Izzy the piece of paper and the pen. 

“What's your name?” Izzy asks her.

“It's Katie,” She says smiling.

Izzy swiftly signs the paper. It has his signature on it and it says.

“To Katie from Izzy” 

Izzy smiles and returns the paper and pen to Katie.

“Have a nice day Izzy” Katie says smiling.

“You too,” Izzy says to her softly.

“See I told you it'd be fine Iz,” You say softly.

“I know some encounters with fans were bad because they were assholes,” You say to Izzy.

“Yeah biggest assholes I've ever seen,” Izzy says nervously.

You both finished your lunch together and hopped on the bike to head home. While driving home someone shouts something mean to you and Izzy.

“How come an old woman like you is dating a nice young man?” Someone shouts from another car. 

You don't say anything back instead you just flip the fucker off. Once you get home you open the door and put your helmet down in a frustrated manner. 

“Izzy I don't think we should date anymore I'm too old for you,” You say insecurely.

“Look at me Y/N who the fuck cares. It doesn't matter what anyone says as long as we both love each other that should be enough.”  Izzy explains to you.

“You sure im not too old for you Izzy?” You ask.

“No, age doesn't matter you're perfect for me hon, and im perfect for you,” Izzy says reassuringly.

You start to smile and you guys cuddle in the bedroom while watching a movie. Izzy starts to have a flashback to when you guys met.

*FLASHBACK*

Izzy had never dated an older woman before and he wasn't planning on it. Once he saw you it changed his perspective. You were gorgeous and there was something about you that was so alluring. You had gorgeous blonde hair with brown eyes and you had a barbed wire tattoo like Pamela Anderson. You were wearing a skirt with heels and a black leather jacket. Izzy loved your sense of style ever since he first saw you at the bar you worked at. Izzy went up to you and started to flirt with you.

“Hey a gorgeous lady like you shouldn't be working in a bar you should be a model. Do you have a boyfriend?” He asks you with a cup of wine in his hand.

“No I’m single” You reply to him.

“Well, how about we go out on a date?” Izzy asks you.

“Sorry, but I think you're a little too young for me”. You chuckle at him.

“Well if you don't mind me asking how old are you?”

“I’m 34,” you say to him.

“Wow, something about you is just very attractive and alluring. I didn't expect you to be 34 but I don't care you're too beautiful  but you're very gorgeous so please give me a chance?” Izzy asks.

“I love your tattoo by the way,” Izzy says. 

“I like yours too, So what are your tattoo's meanings?” You say to Izzy after seeing one tattoo on his right arm and one on his left arm. 

Izzy explains that one of his tattoos is his band and the other one was just a cool design with his name on it.

You start to blush with all the compliments Izzy was showering you with. 

“What's your name?” you ask him.

“My name is Izzy Stradlin” He replies to your question.

“What do you do for a living?” You ask him

“I’m a guitarist  in a band well more specifically a rhythm guitarist.” He says smirking

“That’s hot,” You say to him while coming close to him and giving him a peck on his cheek.

Ever since then, you guys got to know each other more and you eventually moved in with Izzy and pursued your dream of becoming a model. 

*END OF FLASHBACK*

[buttercupshands]

wait a minute

stop.

stop it.

[pagesofkenna]

i unironically love the Rat Grinders so much and its so funny to me that everyone on tumblr has jumped onto hating them so vehemently; these kids are transmigration light novel protagonists and it's hilarious. they reached level 100 killing nothing but slimes etc etc

that crap is some of the most soul crushing work imaginable. i will forcequit any video game the moment it's clear that grinding is the only way to advance because i hate it so much. they're not having fun. they're not enjoying the work. they got stuck with a DM who thinks XP leveling is worthwhile and they're slogging through it in the most tedious and boring way possible. they're 'powergaming' in only the most loose definition of the term. they're having the worst high school experience of anyone. they've traumabonded over spending 33 hours a week in abject misery and have now turned feral

[aroaessidhe]

2024 reads / storygraph

A Dark and Drowning Tide

gothic fantasy romance

a folklorist is chosen as the co-leader of an expedition to find a fabled magical spring for the king, along with 6 nobles

when her mentor, the other leader, is found dead on their boat in the middle of the night, she has to figure out who did it; while continuing the mission through the wilderness and navigating the potential political fallout

and the only one she can probably trust is her academic rival, a naturalist, who she hates

dark folktales & creatures

Jewish lesbian MC

arc from netgalley! out sep 17

putting both covers here because they’re both so beautiful!! (artists: Audrey Benjaminsen, & Erica Williams)

[prowerprojects]

"Every Shatterspace contains a shard: creates a distorted version of our reality"

"If we bring them back here, and connect them to this real one— then maybe there is a chance..."

(Sonic Prime is not a multiverse story, it's one universe that got destroyed/distorted)

"They're not your real friends"

"Nine and all the rest of them are real!"

Sonic, you do understand that if reality gets restored, and the Shatterverse stops existing (because it wouldn't be shattered anymore), so would the shatterspaces, and everyone who lives there: everything would just go back to the way it was before.

But if you consider them real, you only have two choices:

Bring the shards together and restore your reality, bringing back your friends in the process, but the people created by the shattering of the Prism would go back to being just parts of your friends and seize to exist separately?

Or leave it be, and lose your friends forever, but their counterparts would still exist as their own entities?

So what would it be, Sonic?

Who has more right to exist?

[rollforjackass]

thank god i've come back to tumblr after all this time bc where else could i say "i've been simping for the scarecrow from batman begins lately" with impunity. anyway thank you cilian murphy for your service

[annasvinyl]

so i just finished the very dark, brutishly grim, somehow darkly funny and weirdly gorgeous rain dogs (bbc/hbo) in one sitting......... im not well. ive been held hostage by fucked-up, toxic, codependent platonic soulmates, costello and selby, terribly attempting to coparent costello's 10y/o daughter within their makeshift dysfunctional little family, whom they love more than anything, for four brutal hours as they struggle to navigate class and poverty and perverts, mental health wards and trauma and sobriety and the awful world around them and the system that's failing them <3

[5x04loss]

what is there to even say lol. rip jenny schecter, always in my heart

[depresseddepot]

bad news gamers. I think the lesbian at work has a crush on me

[forcebookish]

god do not trust queers who hate gay men