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wittness · 7 months ago
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alright, i’ll cave. send me asks of someone and i’ll do that blorbo chart thing. bored as hell so it’s something to do.
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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 7 months ago
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The Quiet One 6
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No tag lists. Do not send asks or DMs about updates. Review my pinned post for guidelines, masterlist, etc.
Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.
This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Summary: You live a quiet life, but your peace is fractured by a chaotic man.
Characters: Lloyd Hansen, short!shy!reader
Note: have a good day.
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“So, what do you think?” Lloyd asks as he turns to you, outstretching his arms as he gestures to the endless hangers. “All yours. You got your pick.” 
You stand just inside the door of the walk-in closet. The space would take up at least half your apartment alone. You cross your arms as you glance along the rows of coloured fabric hung from the walls, organized in a perfect ombre effect of shades. On the far wall, there are shelves full of shoes and accessories, along with a vanity in the centre. 
“I know you’re a simple gal,” he grins, “but you don’t have to be anymore. Whatever you want, ain’t no mountain high enough and all that.” 
You nod and blow out between your lips. It all still feel surreal like a nightmare. You swallow and tamp down your discomfort. You didn’t hate the life you had. Your small apartment, manageable and tame. You prefer predictability, even if some might say it’s boring. 
“Erm, I dunno,” you slowly trail over to the other side of the closet. 
“Well, you could pick some shoes first. That might inspire you,” he suggests as he approaches you, “you don’t need to be too fancy, you know, you always look nice.” 
“Mm,” you nod,” thanks that’s...” 
You let the sentence hang. This is really freaking you out. Your chest feels tight and your head is buzzing. You shudder out a breath. 
“What... what am I choosing for?” You croak. 
“I told you, jellybean,” he puts his arm around you and pulls you against his side, “it’s a surprise.”  
He reaches to grab a hanger and holds it out at arm’s length. A blush-coloured satin dress with a bit of frill at the bottom of the skirt. It’s nothing you would choose yourself. 
“Sure, that’s nice,” you say, just to appease him. What else can you do? 
“Hm,” he hums, “you don’t like it?” 
“I didn’t say...” 
“You don’t sound very excited,” he pouts as he turns to you, his hand lingering on your hip, “none of it? I got it all for you.” 
“I’ll wear it,” you sniff, “I’m sorry, I’m just... I’m... adjusting.” 
You don’t know how else to explain it.  
He pushes his lower lip out and narrows his eyes, “sure, sure, makes sense.” He drags his hand off your hip and steps back, keeping the dress up as he angles it before you, as if he’s imagining you in it. “This is gonna look so hot, baby.” 
You do your best to stay placid. It’s harder as you heart pounds furiously. You can’t even begin to guess what he has planned but with everything he’s done and said, you know exactly what his intent is.  
“You should get washed up, huh? Then get dolled up. Like I said, won’t need much of that,” he winks, “you could walk in ass-naked and I’m sure you’d stun.” 
You can’t help how your mouth slants at his remark. 
“Alright, jellybean, let’s get you in the tub,” he lays the dress over the velvet bench and spins back, startling you as he grabs both hips and jerks you towards him with a growl, “can I watch? I promise, I’ll try not to touch. Yet.” 
You clasp onto his wrists with a yelp. He curls his lips eagerly and you repress your horror. You don’t want to antagonise. You don’t want him to get any worse than he is. 
“Um, did you want... to?” You murmur. 
“Fucking of course,” he urges you against him, “the things I want to do...” he smirks, “I’m quaking in my boots.” 
He bows to smother you with a kiss. His mustache pokes at your uper lip and up your nose as he hums and slides his tongue across your lips. You squeeze your mouth tightly shut but he pokes through, nearly choking you as he invades. You press your hands to his chest as he locks you into his embrace. 
Finally, he part and you gasp for breath. He snickers as you puff against him. Your skin is crawling as you wriggle in his hold. 
“Yum,” he purrs. 
He lets his arms fall away and quickly snags your hand. You let him drag you around to the door, your feet hollow as they move without a thought. Resistance is plainly not a choice. 
He takes you back into the adjoining bedroom, the one you awoke in, and through another door way against the perpendicular wall. He steps to the side as he tugs you forward and releases you. Your take in the sleek black walls and black tub, the silver shower head in a monochrome booth, and the ebon marble veined with sparkling white. 
“I get it, it’s going to take a lot of getting used to,” he boasts, “this is our home, sweet cheeks. Remember that. You treat it like your very own... it is. Just like me, all yours.” 
You pad slowly inside, if only to keep a distance from your captor. You won’t forget what he is. He can give you all the luxurious things but you remember the days of starvation, of terror. He can’t see himself for what he is but you do. 
“Face masks, body scrub, bath bomb, shower gel, bonnet, robe,” he points at the fluffy purple robe still around you, “slippers,” he flicks his finger towards the mat beside the door, “lotions, creams, everything you can dream of. Oh damn, I can call a nail tech if you want a fresh mani--” 
“Uh, no thanks,” ball up your fists, hiding your short-trimmed nails, “that’s not... that’s okay.” 
“Only the best for you, kitty cat,” he says. 
He strides forward and you flinch out of his way. He goes to the tub and cranks it on, water splashing out from the high faucet. He flips the silver lever to put the stopper in place and backs up. 
“Voila, all for you,” he declares, “I’ll just...” he looks around and backs up to sit on the fluffy cushioned stools near the wall, “sit and watch. If you need help getting your back, I got you.” 
He wiggles his fingers and gives a lecherous grin. You withhold a shudder and face the basin, the water battering the bottom. You step forward and peer down into the shallows. You clutch the front of the robe and peek over in his direction but not at him. 
He waits, silently. You sway, squeezing the fluffy fabric as you peer back at the water. You don’t know if you can do it. Not with him right there. 
“Whatsa matter, baby, you need help?” He shifts and you jolt.  
“N-no, I just...” you look down at yourself and frown. 
“Ah, you’re shy. I totally get it,” he coos, “you don’t gotta be though. Your beautiful, so you should be proud. Show it off, honey.” He clucks and shakes his head, “you know that’s the thing these days, all you girls, you’re so insecure, but you trust me, sweet lips, you got nothing to be insecure about.” 
Your stomach flips. You feel hazy. You try to shrug it off and drop your hands to the belt of the rob. You untie it. You’re really going to do this. Why? 
Because you’re afraid? Weak? Yep. 
You shed the rob and look around. You hang it on the hook behind the door and return to the tub. It’s getting deeper and deeper. You touch the bottom of your shirt and scrunch it up in your fists. Just do it quickly and get in. He can only see so much from over there. 
You pull your shirt off, nothing underneath. You push your pants down quickly, your underwear rolling down inside. The skin feels cooler then and tingles across your naked skin as you latch onto the tub and swing yourself over the edge. You barely get a foot under you before you submerge your body in the water. 
You sit up, legs bent, stiff on the porcelain as the water continues to rise. It’s not quite at your chest yet. If you let it fill all the way, it might touch your chin. As you watch the depth climb, you don’t notice him until he closes. You slide to the back of the tub as Lloyd cranks off the faucet. 
You notice how his eyes stray to you. Your legs stay bent in front of you, blocking most of everything. You shrink down, hunching your shoulders as he searches through the ripples. He tilts his head and cracks his neck as he exhales and backs away. 
“Take your time, baby,” he purrs as he rubs his chest. 
He sits again and you lower your head. You’ve never been this bare in front of anyone, rarely even yourself. You’re just not comfortable without some short of shield around you. Your eyes tinge with the threat of tears. You feel like you’ve been hit across the face. This is real. Really real. 
Your eyes flick up and you reach for the purple scrubby on the little black shelf. You just have to get through it. That’s what you’ve always done. 
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You stare into the open case. You’re not entirely unfamiliar with the concept of make-up. When you were a teen, you had a phase, and you’ve been to enough job interviews to wield a mascara wand. Still, the amount seems excess. 
There’s almost every sort of product in every shade. Some sort of tap you don’t know what to do with, highlighter, and finishing spray. It’s too much. Your look is either a bare face or nothing at all. More often the former. 
You fidget with a tube of lipstick, clicking the lid up and down. This is all so strange. What are you getting ready for? And why? This isn’t your home, this isn’t your life, and yet it’s all so perfectly planned. 
“Honey bunnnnnn,” Lloyd’s timbre has you dropping the stick. He strides in, flustered, holding up two ties. He’s half dressed. A pair of red velvet pants and amber satin button up. It’s not a look you would go for. “What do ya think? Which tie? Paisley or the stripes?” 
You shrug and shake your head. 
He clicks his tongue, “genius, baby, genius. No tie. You’re right. Just the jacket.” 
Your mouth falls open and you nod, “sure, yeah.” 
You look back at the vanity and huff. Your face is untouched. You sit in your robe in the walk-in closet, mulling over your misery. Self-pity is as inescapable as these walls. 
“What’s up, cheeks?” He asks, “you need some help? I’m thinking you could give a bit more colour to lips but keep the rest very subtle.” 
He crosses the floor and hovers behind you. You stir around in the case and take out two bottles of foundation. You’ve never really used that either but the shades are pretty close. He lays the ties down on the vanity, brushing your back as he does, and pulls back to grip your shoulders. 
“I tried to guess as best I could. Don’t know much about all that but the lady in the store was a blessing,” he massages your shoulders as he talks. You’re tense as steel. “But you know, you got perfect skin so...” 
“Mm,” you put the foundation back and peruse the little shelf alongside the mirror. You reach for the moisturizer. Your skin feels raw.  
“I like it, au natural. Touch of cream, little lash...” 
“I’ll figure it out,” you grumble. He’s kind of annoying. No, he’s really annoying. All of this is annoying. 
“Right, yep, I will get out of your way,” he bends and kisses the crown of your head, “lots of time.” 
He strolls out and you scowl at the mirror. Something about him is getting to you. You’re not an angry person. You’re a nice person. You don’t go out of your way to be around others but when you are, you strive to be pleasant. Or at least, out of the way. 
You spread the cream over your face, watching your reflection as if it’s someone else. Where did he come from? Why? This is some cruel trick because you only ever wanted to mind your business. 
You cap the bottle and put the moisturizer back. You fish out a mascara stick and brush it on your lashes then find a neutral lip colour to put on. Nothing special, just like you. Hopefully he sees that soon enough. 
You pack away the case and push it to the back of the vanity. You get up and go to the velvet bench where the dress lays. He’s plucked out a few things to go with it. A gold necklace with small diamonds speckled along it and a pair of beige heels.  
You peek at the door before you untie the robe. You shiver as your fingers brush your stomach. You close your eyes as you recall how he wrapped you up in a towel after your bath. His touches were more than deliberate but his intrusive gaze made you squirm more. 
You pull on the lingerie tucked under the dress. A thong. You’ve never worn one of those, and a satin and lace bra with no padding. Even as you pull the dress up your figure, you feel like you’re on display. You reach back, bending your arm until your elbow throbs as you push the zipper up. 
“Need some help?” Lloyd’s voice makes you wince. 
You sniff, “sure.” 
You hold up the bodice as he approaches. You refuse to look back at him as he nears. He tickles along your spine with a single finger before he tugs on the zipper. He pulls it up little by little, until the fabric is snug around you. His fingertips drift down your back and he spreads his hands across your ass. You gasp. 
Before you can step away, his hands glide around and he grabs you by the hips. He pulls you against him and rocks with you. He inhales your scent from above and sighs. 
“Jellybean...” he almost sings, “are you...untouched?” 
You lock up and grab at his hands, trying to free yourself. 
“Is that why you’re so shy?” He snickers and spins you around, hands going to your waits, “I’m honoured to be your first.” 
You gape at him, horrified. His intent hasn’t been hard to guess but said aloud, it is all too imminent. 
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bteezxyewriter12 · 4 months ago
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Mistake
Pairing- Jungkook x Named Reader
Word count- 5.2k
Includes- Threesome, FxF, voyeurism, fingering, pussy eating, cum eating, face riding, cock riding, missionary, sex from behind, multiple orgasms, fluff
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J POV
“You really wanna do that Kookie?”, I ask
He nods
“Are you sure? You’re not gonna get jealous, are you?”
He scoffs, “No. Jealous of what? We’re not together”
I roll my eyes
“We don’t have to be together for you to be jealous of someone else sleeping with me.”
“Maybe if it was a guy but it’s a girl. That’s fucking hot”
Of course it is
To him
Every guy wants to see two girls together
I have never been with a girl
Not that I’m opposed to it
I’m not
My thinking is if I like someone, I like them, doesn’t matter if it’s a girl or a guy
It just so happens to have been guys so far
Jungkook is my best friend since we were kids
We stayed friends even when he left to be a part of BTS
And for the last three years we’ve been sleeping together
For him it’s sex
For me it’s love
I’ve been in love with Jungkook since we were fourteen
But he never looked twice at me
I know how he feels because he always comments on how beautiful or sweet other female idols or girls are
He’s comfortable talking to me about girls he likes and thinks are hot
Whatever
So we just have sex
And now he’s asking if I would sleep with a girl while he watched, then possibly join later
I’m not opposed to it so I agree
I always wanted to know what it was like to be with a girl
The only thing is it’s a girl he knows
A staff member for BTS
Who's apparently bi-sexual and has asked Jungkook about me
Apparently she saw me with him and she thought I was pretty
I’ve only slept with him but I really don’t know if he’s sleeping with other people
He could be sleeping with her too
“When do you wanna do this?”, he asks
“I dunno Kookie. Whenever. Doesn’t matter to me”
“Ok, uh tomorrow?”
“Damn that’s quick”, I smirk
“Well you said-”, he starts to protest
“I’m kidding, Jesus”, I cut him off
He glares at me
He takes out his phone and sends a text
His phone beeps right away and he checks it
“She said tomorrow works for her”
He has her number?
“Have you slept with her?”, I ask nonchalantly
He looks at me, “No. You’re the only person I’ve slept with so far.”
My stupid heart bursts in happiness
“Until tomorrow”, he adds, crushing the stupid happiness
So he does want to sleep with her too
Whatever, he’s not mine so I can’t say shit
But that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt
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The next day, Jungkook comes over with the girl at 7 p.m.
“Hi”, she says, “I’m Kristy”
She’s really beautiful and hot
This is the kind of girls that are around Jungkook everyday?
No wonder he’d never want me
Not with girls like this. I never had a shot
I smile at her, “Hi, I’m Joanne”
“I know. Jungkook told me about you”, she smiles
“Oh?”
“Yeah.”
Jungkook and I stand there awkwardly
But Kristy just smiles and takes my hand
“You’re room is this way?”, she asks
Damn, she’s quick
I nod and she pulls me behind her with Jungkook following
My apartment is small
There’s only two rooms aside from the living room and kitchen
The bedroom and bathroom
It’s not hard to navigate
We get to my room
She puts her bag down and she just grabs me and kisses me
It feels the same as kissing a guy
“Jungkook said he wants to watch for awhile.”, she says
I nod
I brought a chair from the kitchen in my room before they got here
He goes to it and sits
“Joanne”, Kristy says and my eyes snap to hers
“Relax. I know it’s your first time with a girl but I’m gonna make sure you have fun ok?”
I nod again, not nervous at all
It's surprising
She leans in and kisses me again
Her lips are really soft and they taste like strawberries
Lip gloss, I guess
She licks my lip and I open my mouth letting her slip her tongue in and massages mine with hers
Wow
She’s a great kisser and she’s turning me on
Her tongue is pierced like mine and it feels amazing
I kiss her back and put my arms around her neck
She’s my height so I don’t have to reach up or stand on my toes like I do with Jungkook
She pushes me back on the bed and follows me
She moves my hair from my face and attaches her lips to mine again, slowly touching me, running her hands up and down my body
“Touch me”, she says
I realize I’m just sitting there
So I move my hands and I touch her sides
She feels good
I just have to loosen up
And stop thinking about Jungkook who’s sitting there
So I move my hand to her breast and I squeeze
She moans in my mouth and I feel myself get a little wet
Kristy suddenly pulls away, my shirt ripped off my body
My bra follows in the next second
She giggles, “Your tits are huge. I bet Jungkook loves playing with them”
I blush
He does
“I love big boobs”, she tells me then kisses me, touching both of my breast with her hands
“Oh fuck your nipples are pierced. That’s so hot”, she moans between kisses
One of her thumbs flick my nipple and I get more wet
It feels so fucking good
I pull away and grab her shirt and rip it off her
Then I unclasp her bra and throw it at Jungkook
It lands on his leg and he lets it fall on the floor
Her breasts are a good size, not too big, not to small
When I touch them she moans
She pushes me down and starts sucking on one of my nipples
“Oh fuck!”, I moan
“Yeah baby, now we’re getting somewhere”, she smiles
Her tongue swirls around my nipple, then she bites on one of the balls of my piercing and tugs
The tugging sensation floods my body with pleasure and I get soaking wet
When she pulls away, I lean up and wrap my lips around one of her nipples
She moans and I get more confident
I suck on her nipple while squeezing her other one
After a minute I switch
She’s making so much noise
I want to know if she’s as wet as I am, so I push her on her back and lay next to her, my mouth back on hers
I slip my hand under her panties and jeans, moving down and touching her
I moan in her mouth as I feel how fucking wet she is too
I’m feeling kind of proud of myself for turning a girl on
I sit up and undo her jeans
“Mmm you want pussy now?”, she teases
I nod and pull everything down and off
Her fucking body is smoking hot. She’s grinning at me and I rip her legs open
“Yeah baby girl is getting rough. I love it”
I lean down to her lips, catching hers in a kiss while my hands go back to her pussy
At least now I know what to do
I know what we like
I use my fingers to rub her clit in circles
“Oh god”, she yells in my mouth
I pull away from her and keep rubbing her quickly
Her hand has an iron grip on my other arm
I slide my fingers in her and start pumping my fingers in and out
She feels so wet and warm, yelling and moaning
When I feel her tighten up, I know she’s gonna cum
“Joanne fuck”, she yells
“Yeah baby, cum”, I growl and she does, yelling loudly
Holy shit, is this how Jungkook feels when he does it to me?
Because it makes me feel great
I pull my fingers out of her
And fuck it, I’m curious
I slip my fingers in my mouth, tasting her
Not bad, she’s pretty good
No where near as good as Jungkook but still
“You like how I taste?”, she asks, smirking
I nod
“There’s more if you want it”, she teases
I find myself wanting more
I shrug and lay down between her legs
I look at her pussy
I’ve seen my own in a mirror but I’ve never seen another girl’s
She’s smooth, clean shaven and wet again
I decide to just do it
Putting my tongue on her, I swipe up her pussy, making her jump
She tastes good
I make my tongue flat on her and I lick right in the middle of her pussy, my tongue ring rubbing her too
“Yes”, she cries and grabs my hair, “You’re fucking tongue”
I move to her clit and flick it over and over with the tip of my tongue
Then I suck on it, hard
“Aaaaaa”, she cries
I alternate between her clit and the rest of her pussy
The one thing I didn’t expect is that it’s messy
All of her juice is all over my mouth, lips and chin
Then again I may just be doing it wrong
She’s enjoying it though so that’s a win
“Oh God, Joanne, fuck”, Kristy moans and she cums
I feel her cum in my mouth and I just swallow it
I keep licking her until she stops moving
I like it when Jungkook does that so I do it.
Then I keep going
“Jjjj..Joanne…”, she moans
“Again”, I say running my tongue up and down her, tasting all of her and loving it
“Fuck Joanne, you’re so good at this. How are you so good at it?”, she cries
I honestly don’t know
I put my tongue, flatly on her clit making sure the ball of my tongue ring is touching her and I move it quickly
“Yes fuck. Oh my god!”, she cries, her body shaking
Her reactions are making me feel really good
Is this how Jungkook feels when I shake and scream?
It only takes a few seconds of me playing with her clit for her to cum in my mouth again
“Yes yes yes! Joanne! Fuck!”
I lick all her cum up before pulling away, sitting up, and wiping my mouth on my arm
Kristy sits up and pulls me in a kiss
“You’re really good at eating pussy. You sure you never did this before?”
I shake my head, “No. I just thought of what Jungkook does to me and I tried to do it to you”
“He’s a good teacher then”, she smirks glancing at him
I completely forgot he was there
He hasn’t made any sounds or even moved
When I glance at him, he’s not even looking at me or her
He’s looking at the floor
Why isn’t he watching?
I’m doing this for him because he asked and he’s not even paying attention
Suddenly I feel my legs get pulled out from under me and I fall back on the bed
“Shit”, I gasp
Kristy is already pulling my pants and panties off before I know it
She really doesn’t waste anytime
She opens my legs and attaches her tongue to me
“Holy shit!”, I shout
She moves her tongue rapidly and pleasure washes over me
I feel the ball of her tongue ring on me and it feels so good
Fuck she’s amazing at this
I watch her for a minute, until she sucks on my clit
Then I moan, close my eyes and push my head back into the pillow
My hands clutch the sheets under me as she continues
“Fuck, Jungkook was right. You taste fucking incredible”
What?
He talks about that with other people
Why?
And that’s embarrassing
She moves her tongue on my clit, rubbing the same spot over and over
My body starts to tremble
I turn my head, just moaning and feeling the pleasure
I open my eyes and I meet Jungkook’s eyes
He’s just staring at me, at my face, not at what she’s doing to me, which is what I assume he’d want to see
I can’t read his face
He’s not frowning but he’s not happy either
Whatever
I can’t worry about him right now
I close my eyes again
I just want to feel her tongue on me and not think
She sucks my clit again and I feel myself explode from the feeling
I don’t even think as I scream, “Jungkook, fuck, oh god, Jungkook!”
Suddenly the pleasure leaves and I lift my head up
Jungkook is pulling Kristy off me
“Ok that’s enough. It’s done. Get dressed”, he orders
“But I’m not done”, she protests
“Yeah you are. Put your clothes on. I’m driving you back to your house. Now.”
“What the fuck Jungkook? What’s your problem?”, she shouts
“Just get dressed. We’re going now”
He picks up Kristy’s clothes and shoves them at her, then herds her out of my bedroom
He doesn’t look back at me or even speak to me
And I’m just stunned
A few minutes later I hear my front door open and close, then it’s quiet
What is his problem?
He wanted this
Now he’s pissed?
Or maybe he’s not
He didn’t even look at me
Maybe he wants her and is going to her place to fuck her now
My heart breaks at that thought
I can’t keep doing this to myself
I can’t keep loving him when there’s no chance
I’m gonna have to stay away from him for a little while
I get up and lock my door then I go head for a shower
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Jungkook POV
I’m driving back to Joanne’s apartment
I’m so fucking stupid
Why did I ask for this?
I thought it was what I wanted
But I was so wrong
I couldn’t watch her with Kristy
I couldn’t because I wasn’t enjoying it
I thought it’d be hot to watch but it wasn’t
All it did was make me so jealous and angry at myself
I wanted Joanne to be kissing me instead of Kristy
I wanted her to be touching me, using her mouth on me, moan because of me, cum because of me
When she did cum, she screamed my name
She still shouted my name even though someone else was getting her off
When I heard that, I couldn’t let it happen anymore
I didn’t want Kristy touching her or even being near her
Today showed me loud and clear that what I’m trying to hide is true
I love her
So much
I started feeling this way almost a year and a half ago
But she’s my best friend
No way she’d feel like that for me
Also I’m an idol
It would be extremely hard for me to have a relationship
Especially with all the ARMYS
I’m not dumb, I know a lot of our fan base thinks I’m the hottest or whatever because I’m the youngest
I get compliments all the time and I’m a lot of girl’s bias
But I don’t care because Joanne’s not the one saying it
And I feel that ARMY wouldn’t accept me having a girlfriend
It’d have to be a secret and that’s not fair to her
We’d never be able to go out in public together
I’d never be able to hold her hand or kiss her anywhere besides the dorm or her apartment
But I love her
She’s the only one I want
Today showed me that I don’t want anyone else touching her but me
I don’t want to see her with anyone else but me
I want her to love me
To be with me
I know it’s not fair but I want her to be mine
And I’m going to her place to tell her that
Hopefully she’ll feel like I do and agree to be with me
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It’s around ten when I get back to her apartment
I knock on the door
I don’t think she’s asleep
She’s on break from college so she doesn’t have school this week
I knock again and hear footsteps through the door and she opens it
And I just stare at her
She’s changed into shorts and a tank top
Her hair is wet
She probably showered after I left
Every thought leaves my mind when I see her
I just want her
“Jungkook, what are you…”
She doesn’t finish because I pull her close and kiss her
I’m relieved when she responds and kisses me back
I kick her door closed and pull her body closer
I slide my tongue in her mouth and touch hers
She moans a little and I get so turned on
I need her
Right now
I pick her up, her legs wrapping around me and carry her to the bed, laying her down and go on top of her
She runs one hand up and down my torso and fire runs through me
She makes me feel so good and we haven’t done anything yet
I pull away and sit on my knee
I grab her tank top and rip it down the middle to get it off her
I do the same to her short
She’s not wearing any bra or panties so she’s completely naked under me
She sits then takes my shirt off and pulls my pants and boxers down
I help her get out of them then lay back on top of her, with her legs open so I can lay between them
As soon as her skin touches mine, I shiver
I love the feeling of her against me
Just her body touching mine…it’s the best
I kiss her, then move to her neck, to the spots she loves
This time though I suck on her skin and leave hickies all over
She’s mine and no one else’s
Everyone has to know she’s mine
“I’m going to make you feel so good baby”, I say between kisses, “Better than anyone else could ever make you feel”
“Kookie”, she moans
“I’m going to touch you better than her, I’m going to eat you out better than she ever could, I’m going to fuck you better than anyone.”
She moans and grabs on to me
“You better get ready baby girl because you’re going to cum non-stop tonight. You’re mine”
She whimpers and I love hearing it
My lips trail down to her nipple and I take it in my mouth
“Fuck”, she yells
I know how to make her cum just from playing with her nipples
I love biting and pulling on her piercings
When I do that without stopping she cums
I don’t need to touch her
But I want to tonight
I’ve been aching to touch her since I walked through her door earlier with Kristy
So I pull on her piercing, feeling the hard metal in my mouth and my hand on her clit
She’s already soaking and I love it
I start moving my hand on her and she responds by pulling my hair and making sounds
Sounds that drive me wild
I slip in two fingers and start to fuck her that way, while still sucking on her perfect nipples
She cums within a minute, groaning
I quickly let go of her nipples and pull my fingers out, instantly slamming my tongue on her pussy
“Kookie!”, she yells
I smirk at how she jumps, then I continue to lick her
I know what she likes and where better than anyone
I know how to make her cum in an instant and to keep her orgasming
And that’s what I’m going to do to her
Tonight is all her
I don’t care about me in the slightest
I want to make my baby feel good
I tug on her clit a few times and she orgasms again
I love the way she tastes and I can never get enough
I have to force myself away from most of the time
My tongue slides in and I lick her all over
All it takes is a few swipes and she’s coming again, screaming my name and covering my tongue with her delicious cum
“Kookie! Fuck Kookie!”
She’s still yelling Kookie
I need to change that
I don’t stop licking that spot and I get her to cum two more times, her body trembling more and more each time
I pull away and maneuver her so she’s on her knees, holding on to the headboard
Then I lay down under her and pull her pussy to my mouth by her hips
I run my tongue along her cunt making her shout out in pleasure
I want her to fuck my mouth, so I move her hips back and forth to tell her what I want
She gets it and she starts moving and grinding on my tongue by herself
I love this so much
I love when she uses my tongue to get herself to cum
I don’t know if other guys like going down on girls but I do
Only to her though
I don’t get why anyone wouldn’t like it
Maybe other girls taste bad?
I don’t have that problem with her
She tastes fucking incredible, all of her- her skin, her wetness and especially her cum
I love the feel of her sliding on my tongue, every part of her pussy touching my tongue
And just knowing that I turn her on this much, is such a huge turn on and power trip
“Cum baby”, I say, then I suck on her clit
"Jungkook!“, she screams and releases on my tongue again
Finally
She’s calling me Jungkook
That means I’m giving it to her good
"Don’t stop Jungkook. Don’t stop”, she whines
“You wanna cum again baby girl?”
“Yes”
“On my tongue?”
“Yes, Fuck yes”
I clamp on her clit again and gently use my tongue and teeth to tug and pull it
She shouts and shakes above me, orgasming hard
I don’t give her any time to relax
I pick her up from her thighs and bring her down on my cock
“Yes fuck”, I shout
“Oh my god, Jungkook”, she cries when I start to thrust up into her while I keep slamming her down
“Fuck baby. You’re body is so sexy”, I compliment her
Her body is
She has a small frame since she’s short
She has a small stomach and waist with fucking huge beautiful boobs that are bouncing so hard from how hard I’m fucking her
And they’re real which is even better
Her hips and thighs are just perfect, her ass is small but perfectly round and she has long fucking legs that are to die for, even though she’s short
Really her body is all tits and legs
Add her tattoos to that and I was a goner the first time I saw her naked
“Baby”, she yells
“C'mon baby, I know you wanna cum again”
She lets out a scream as she goes over the edge again, tightening on my cock making me shout too
She tries to move off but I hold her on me
“Not done yet baby girl. I told you, you’re coming non stop tonight”, I smirk
“Jungkook…I..ccaa”
“Don’t tell me you can’t because you can. You’ve done it before”
“Ye…yeah but..”
“No buts Jo. Let me make you feel amazing ok?”
“O…O ok”, she stutters
I bring her down on me over and over. I don’t thrust up because I’m scared I’ll cum and I don’t want to yet
The pleasure is already so intense
Her pussy was made for me
She fits around me so well, like a glove
She’s so tight and I love being in her
It’s my favorite place to be
I slam her and hold her down when she screams again, shaking and coming hard
I flip her on her hands and knees and pound back in
“Jungkook, I..”
She can’t get out the words
“I wanna stay Jo. Please, can I stay in you?”
She nods quickly, “Yea, baby, fuck, yea”
I fuck her mercilessly, her screams getting louder with each thrust Reaching around I play with her clit while I’m ramming her
“Yes Jungkook, don’t stop. Harder, god fuck me harder”
I move harder in her and by her squeezing I know she’s about to go She explodes on me with another loud yell
I move my hand off her clit and move her back and forth on my cock with her hips
“Baby, Goddamn, I love seeing your cum on my cock. It turns me on so much.”
She doesn’t answer just moans sounds
I love watching myself go in and out of her pussy
I feel her building up and she orgasms again
I lost count of how many times I made her cum
But I’m not done yet
I flip her over to her back, hold her legs open and thrust back in
“Fuck Jungkook, your cock is so hard. It feels incredible”, she shouts
“I’m happy you like it baby”, I answer as I snap my hips hard and fast, going in deeper and deeper
I’m getting to her spot that can make her orgasm within seconds of each other
Her body and hair is drenched in sweat
Mine is too but I don’t stop
Sweat from my hair drips and falls on her stomach
Her eyes are closed and she’s breathing really heavily
My eyes land on the hickies I gave her and I feel my possessiveness over her come roaring back
“You’re mine”, I yell, slamming hard
She yelps and opens her eyes
“Do you hear me? You are mine”
She nods, “Ok”
“No, ok. I fucking love you and you’re all mine.”
Her eyes widen at my words and I hear what I’m saying but I’m too far gone to care
I want her to hear me
“No one else touches you but me. No one else fucks you but me. No one makes you cum but me. No one kisses you, only me. I love you and you’re mine. Only mine. Understand?”, I shout
“Yes! Jungkook yes. I..I love you too”, she yells
She loves me too
I’m so fucking happy
“I love you Joanne. You’re mine and I’m yours. Only yours. No one touches me except for you, ok?”
“Ok, yes,”, she nods
I hit her spot making her scream and I keep slamming it over and over, fast and hard
I love hearing her screams
I watch her as her eyes close and she screams my name coming so intensely
“Jungkook. Jungkook!”
She clenches me so tightly, that I’m having a hard time pushing through
But I want to keep hitting her spot
I want her to orgasm more
Her pussy is creaming all over my cock, clenching me in a death grip, tears falling down her face from the pleasure
And still I keep going, waiting for her to call apart
I slam into her as hard as I can and she screams the loudest I’ve ever heard her scream when she cums this time
“Jungkook!”
The overwhelming pleasure takes over my body and I shout her name when I cum, deep inside
“Joanne!”
I know it’s a lot and it last longer than usual because I must have been fucking her for an hour straight and the pressure inside me was immense
But it’s the best orgasm I’ve ever had
Her body goes limp and I clumsily fall right on top of her
I know she must be exhausted but she still immediately puts her arms around me, holding me close to her
I wrap my arms around her body, hugging her back
I just lay on her, listening to her rapid heartbeat
After a while of silence and us just getting our breathing and heartbeat normal, I pick my head up and look up at her
I thought she was asleep but she’s not
She’s looking at the ceiling but when she feels me move she looks at me
And smiles her beautiful smile
“I love you”, I tell her
She reaches out and moves my hair off my face
“I love you”, she answers
“Do you really?”, I ask shyly, scared she’s just saying it
“I do. I’ve been in love with you since we were fourteen”
Fourteen?
That long?
Why didn’t I see it?
I’m such a fucking idiot.
If I’d just open my eyes, I could of had her since we were teenagers
I feel like a total jerk
“I…I didn’t know”
“I know Kookie. I hid it from you”, she replies
“I’m sorry”
“Not your fault”, she shrugs, “But do you really love me?”
“One hundred percent. I’ve been in love with you for a long time but I kept pushing it away”
“Why?”
“Because I was scared you wouldn’t feel the same. And that you wouldn’t want to be with an idol. It’s not easy with my schedule and it has to be a secret. We can’t do normal couple things like go out in public together or be affectionate in public. I know it’s not fair to you and I was scared you’d think it wasn’t worth it”, I confess, “And I’m still scared of that.”
“Don’t be. Of course you’re worth it Jungkook. I’ll do anything to be with you. I always would have. So what if it’s going to be hard? Life’s not easy. We’ll work everything out. As long as I’m with you I don’t care. As long as I can hold you and kiss you when we're alone, I don’t care about being seen in public. I don’t care that it has to be a secret. As long as I have you and you love me nothing else matters.”
She’s saying everything I wanted to hear and from the look in her eyes, I know she’s telling the truth
She really wants me
Me
And I want her so fucking much
“So, uh, this means you’re mine?”, I ask shyly
“Yes Jungkook. If you’re mine?”
“Definitely.”
She smiles at me and I get up and kiss her, long and gently
“I love you Joanne”
“I love you Jungkook”
I kiss her again and this time I touch down her body
When I get down to her, she’s wet again
That’s good because I’m hard again
I sit up and hold her legs up, position myself right there
“Again baby?”, she giggles
“Yea baby girl. I told you over and over. You’re not sleeping tonight. I’m gonna make you cum all night”
“Good”, she smirks
She’s such a little shit sometimes
Lucky for her I love her so much
I thrust inside her and we both yell at how good it feels
“Round 2”, I whisper
“Then more? All night?”, she asks
I nod and she smiles
We kiss again and then I start moving
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celerydays · 10 months ago
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Hi! I have been following you for some time and I notice you draw more and more Sebastian and Ominis doing stuff that makes me... uncomfortable.....
Sebastian and Ominis are best friends, why people are obsessed with drawing them into weird gay stuff? Seriously.... Why can't be friends.... without all Sebinis... Just stop it...
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Normally I would delete messages or simply ignore the things that make me feel uncomfortable–
But, you're on anon and this is my ask inbox, so I can only assume you want an actual, public response. So alright. Fine.
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Like I said: normally I would just remove odd, uncomfortable, or even outright rude messages without making a whole thing of it. I curate my own online experience and I try my best to live by that rule.
However, I've now gotten multiple unsolicited DMs over the course of a couple of months expressing the exact same sentiment (and nearly word-for-word as this ask, so I highly suspect I already know who you are). I have duly ignored or glossed over them hoping that the person/people would take the hint to simply stop engaging with the same message over and over again. But an anon ask is my last straw, I guess.
So if you are the same person as in my DMs, I'm finally giving you a response (and if you're not the same person – which I highly doubt – then I'm speaking to both of you).
Firstly, I want to say that I am sorry that your worldview is so limited that this is your stance and feelings on gay/queer ship content for Sebastian and Ominis.
Next, I ask that you please:
Don't make your homophobia anyone else's issue but your own. Don't come into DMs/ask inboxes/comments to make your discomfort with the content I create my problem. I don't know what you hoped to accomplish by sending this message but it's unlikely that you'll find the same feelings or sympathy from the person who is actively creating queer/sebinis content.
Curate your own online experience. Once again, do not make your content consumption anyone else's problem but your own. The "unfollow" button is there. Tumblr has a tag filtering system and I try to tag my art and content as accurately as possible. If you do not like something/it makes you uncomfortable, then do not continue to consume it. And if you still decide to stick around for whatever reason, then please keep your thoughts/opinions on this matter to yourself because I can promise that I don't actually care why you would continue to be here and looking at my art if it makes you unhappy.
Widen your worldview and try to reframe your perspective. Consider that Sebastian x Ominis is just as canon as Sebastian x f!MC or Ominis x f!MC. As much as we like to ship our various MCs with the canon characters, MC never actually amounts to canonically being confirmed as anything but being just friends with everyone. Using the "they are just best friends" / "why can't they just be portrayed only as friends" could literally be applied to just about any other non-canon/non-confirmed ship between friends regardless of gender. If even one of them, Ominis or Sebastian, was portrayed as cis female in canon, I would suspect that you would better "understand" why a ship between these two "friends" may exist. Then also consider a cis male MC; it's possible you may suddenly reframe all the interactions between Ominis x m!MC or Sebastian x m!MC in your head to be "totally platonic/friendly". Your issue is certainly not with their canon relationship vs. fandom portrayal (but I think we both know that).
Educate yourself. Go outside and meet and talk to people, I dunno. It is 2024 my dude. I don't even know how you're on Tumblr – the most queer-friendly social media site – with those kind of narrowed views and stigma.
I would like to finish by saying: I don't wish you the best. What I do wish is for you to learn, grow, and be better than this.
And also please stop sending me messages of this nature, because the next ask or DM I get like this, we're moving on to blocking at this point. And if your purpose was to get me to stop, I can tell you that these messages have only fueled the explicit sebinis smut maker in me. 😤
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vodika-vibes · 9 months ago
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I saw that you asked for crosshair requests, and I had an idea I figured I'd run by you in case it gave you any inspiration. I was thinking about a kind of friends to loves situation with crosshair and his casual flirting suggesting a friends with benefits situation, but the reader says no despite clearly being attracted to him, and when pressed confesses to being afraid of falling in love with him if they hook up. idk if that's smth you want to write, just hope you focus on stuff you want to do and don't burn yourself out :)
We Could Be More
Summary: Summary: You and Crosshair are friends, only the emotions are a little…more. You’re not really surprised when Crosshair comes to you with a proposition. Friends with benefits would make sense, it’s not as if the Empire will allow you more. You’re both surprised when you turn him down.
Pairing: TBB Crosshair x F!Reader
Word Count: 1577
Warnings: Discussions of a friends with benefits type situation, some adult discussion, Crosshair demands an explanation when the Reader says no, discussion of the lack of clone rights
Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni
A/N: I hope this is close to the idea that you had. I had fun writing it, and I'm so glad that people are feeding my sudden, and surprising, crosshair obsession. RIP me.
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You enjoy your job.
You’d enjoy it more if you had your own workshop, or even a workspace that wasn’t a small, unused, section of the ship.
Hell, at this point, you’d be happy with having a chair and a desk so you don’t have to sit on the floor while repairing the mouse droids. You’d also accept a cushion, or a thick blanket.
But no.
You have to sit on the floor with little mouse droids zipping around you while you make sure they work properly.
Still, you like working with droids. They’re easy. Easier than your co-workers.
Well, easier than most of your co-workers.
You flip the mouse droid back on its wheels, and it zooms around you, chattering happily. “Alright, you’re all set,” You say to the droid, “Watch out for more Admirals.”
The little droid chatters and then zooms out the tunnel that leads to your…hallway(?) and you sigh and stretch your arms over your head. Maybe if you send a very polite email to your supervisor you can get a desk…or at least a proper cushion.
“You know,” You yelp at the voice coming from the doorway, “I think you like those droids more than anyone else on this ship, kitten.”
“Don’t do that! You nearly gave me a heart attack,” You say as you press your hand over your pounding heart. And then you drop your hand and glance up at the much taller man, “I thought you were on a mission, Cross?”
“I was, and now I’m not. Funny how that happens.”
“Ooh, you think you're funny, don’t you?” You say with an amused grin on your lips.
“Funnier than most of the people on this ship, yeah.” Crosshair leans against the wall and slides down so he’s sitting next to you, his knees raised and his arms draped over his knees, “Busy morning?”
“Isn’t it always?” You ask with a sigh, “One of the mouse droids was in the way when a member of the Imperial Guard came though, and nearly crushed him to pieces.” You gesture to the side, “It’s over there, somewhere.”
“Bad luck.”
“Tell me about it.” You say with a sigh, “It’s going to take me days to rebuild it.”
“Hm.” Crosshair hums noncommittally. “What’s the Imperial Guard doing here?”
“Hell if I know. You think anyone tells me anything?” You ask with a grin.
“Nah, but I know the mouse droids pick up audio.” Crosshair replies.
“Crosshair, are you implying that I’m spying on my coworkers, because that would be very, very wrong of me.”
“Uh-huh.”
You keep his gaze for a moment, before a grin cracks your face, “Okay, apparently the Emperor’s ship needed repairs, some kind of space debris.” You shrug, “I dunno, I don’t work on ships, I work on droids.”
“Yeah, I don’t think they could fit a ship in your hallway.”
“Excuse you, this is my office, sir.”
“And you can’t even afford a chair, or a desk. Shame.”
You laugh and bump him with your shoulder, “Rude, maybe I like sitting on the floor.”
“Do you?”
“No. I think my butt is numb.”
Crosshair’s eyes glitter with mischief, “Want me to massage it for you?”
“I don’t think you’ve earned butt touching privileges.” You counter with a sniff.
“Shame. You have a really nice one. Very round and squeezable.”
“Yeah, that doesn’t sound like a massage. It sounds like you just want to grope me.”
He shrugs, “Same thing.”
“Very different.” You correct him with a laugh.
“Not the way I do it.”
“Oh? You have a lot of practice then?”
“Well, I might be a little out of practice. I haven’t had the chance to practice my skills since the Republic fell.” Crosshair admits.
“Aww, poor thing. How ever will you survive?” You tease him lightly as a new mouse droid limps in and you grab it and flip it immediately.
“I have a pretty good idea,” Crosshair counters as he leans back against the wall, his gaze locked on you.
You hum thoughtfully as you examine the wheels.
You and Crosshair are friends, because that’s all the Empire will allow. It’s illegal for Crosshair to have relations with people. And actual relationships are out of the question. Which is a shame, you’d be interested in seeing where this, whatever it might be, could go if given the chance.
You pull a piece of metal out from the wheel well, and then set the droid back on its wheels, and it scurries away. “Sorry, you were saying?”
Crosshair stares at you, a small smirk on his lips. “I have a…proposition, of sorts, kitten.”
You arch a single brow, “Go ahead.”
His smirk grows, “When was the last time you got laid?”
Your face burns, “I’m not answering that.”
“Come on, kitten, it’s me.”
You fold your arms, “If you tease me even once-”
“I would never.”
“Yes, you will.” You grumble. Crosshair flashes, what he probably thinks is, an angelic look, and you huff and avert your eyes. “...fine, I’ve never actually-”
A broad grin crosses his face, “Kitten, are you a virgin?”
You scowl at him, “You heard me.”
He looks absolutely delighted, and you consider kicking him in the shin for half a minute. “That makes my proposition even better.”
“If you’re about to tease me-”
“How do you feel about a friends with benefits type situation?” Crosshair interrupts you.
Your words die on your tongue, and you blink at him, “...what.”
“You heard me.”
“I did, I’m just trying to process.” You admit, you hold up a finger, “I just told you that I’m a virgin, and you want a friends with benefits situationship. With me.”
“Did I stutter?”
“Just making sure I heard you correctly.”
“You did.”
You frown at him, rolling the idea around in your mind.
It’s not that you don’t want. Because you do. More than you’re ever going to put into words. Crosshair is so handsome and while he’s not kind, he is good. Good in a way that he doesn’t seem to see in himself.
You could love him, if you gave yourself the chance.
And you can’t risk that. You can’t risk him.
So, hating yourself a little, you focus your attention on him, “I’m flattered, Cross.” You say slowly, “But I think that’s a terrible idea.”
“Why?” His eyes narrow at you, “Because I’m a clone.”
“Of course not. That’s never been important to me.”
“Then what? You’re not attracted enough? I’m not nice enough?”
“Cross-”
“You didn’t flat-out refuse, you said it’s a terrible idea. Why is it a terrible idea?” Crosshair demands.
“Because.”
“Because isn’t an answer.”
“Because I’m afraid I’ll fall in love with you, and you’ll get hurt.” You say honestly.
Crosshair pauses, “...You’re going to have to explain that one to me.”
“I’m not dumb, Crosshair. I know it’s illegal for you to have sex with anyone. And it’s even more illegal for you to enter a relationship with someone. And the Empire isn’t the Republic, they will kill you before they’ll punish me.”
He leans back, his gaze calculating, “What if I said that I didn’t care?”
You frown at him, “I care, that’s enough for me.”
He leans in so that his face is only a few inches away from your own, “What if the Empire wasn’t a concern?”
You lean in as well, so that you're even closer, “You can’t bring down the Empire, Crosshair, you’re one man.”
“I could try, if you wanted me to.”
Your gaze softens, “As strong and broad as your shoulders are, that weight would still crush you, Cross.”
He searches your face for a moment, “What if we defected?”
“Please tell me you don’t want to defect simply so you can get laid?”
“I’m not dumb, it’s only a matter of time before they decommission me.” Crosshair says, “The Clones are expendable.”
Your hands curl into fists, your nails digging into the palms of your hands, “Cross-”
“So what do you say? If we defect, would you be willing to consider a friends with benefits relationship?”
“You’re impossible.”
“Hey, if I’m about to risk my life by running away from the largest government entity in the galaxy, I’d like to know if there are some perks on the other side.”
“Oh my god,” You push your hands through your hair, “Okay, fine. Yes. If we defected, and I knew you weren’t going to get yourself killed simply because you wanted to get your dick wet, then yes, I would agree to a friends with benefits relationship.”
He leans back, “Deal. We leave tonight.”
“Do you have a plan?”
“Yeah, of course.”
“Is it a good plan?”
Crosshair just smirks, “How many mouse droids can you call back right now?”
“...all of them, why?”
“Call them back, we’re going to rig them to blow up.”
Your jaw drops, “My babies-”
He rolls his eyes, “You have a better suggestion?”
“...no…”
“Great. Then get started. I’m going to come and get you tonight. We’re going to escape on one of the smaller ships.” Crosshair says.
“And go where?”
“Pabu.”
“I have questions.”
“My batch mates live there.”
“...I have even more questions.”
“They can wait.” Crosshair leans over to you and lightly kisses your temple, “You have work to do, kitten. I’ll see you tonight.”
And then Crosshair is gone, and you’re left feeling like the weight of the world is on your shoulders.
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iblameashley · 1 year ago
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Market Mingle and *Tea*lights.
Civilian | Male | Gay
2,593 words
Content: None really. Pure fluff.
Follow up to The Gift of Giving.
Simon 'Ghost' Riley | Male/GN Reader
!!!SFW!!!
You happen to run into Simon at the local market and take the opportunity to spend some time with him shopping. Who can resist a little mingling and maybe a spot of tea after?
(Tea-lights is a stupid play on Delights...)
(Special shout-out to @mysticalzombiecheesecake who asked to be tagged.)
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(Thanks to @loneghostwolf for permission to use this image)
What better way to spend your day than outside and at the local market? It was a little later in the day than you expected, but sleeping in is also nice. You were lucky to have a remote job and generally didn't have to deal with office life. This afforded you a lot of leeway when it came to work-life balance, but nothing was better than actual time off to get out and do things for yourself.
The market itself was a great place. Vendors were always swapping out and there were a variety of trinkets, tools, clothing, food and more up for barter. The fact that it also bordered a nearby park helped for escaping the crowded stalls at a moments notice. You hiked your bags up on your shoulder.
What you didn't expect to find at the market was Simon. But there he was, three vendors down in his usual mask, a dark hoodie and jeans, and standing taller than most everyone else around him. He seemed fixated on something you couldn't make out from your position.
Wanting to be sure it was him, and you weren't suffering some visual hallucination, you pull out your phone and send a message
You: Hey Simon! How goes today? What are you up to?
You see him reach in his pocket and pull out his phone.
Simon: It goes. I'm out right now. Simon: Are you looking to meet up again?
You smile as you read his message. Putting your phone back in your pocket, you slowly make your way over to him. You step lightly and walk slowly, hiding behind people as you closed the distance. You were sure you were going to get the drop on him, when he turned around suddenly to face you; his fist pulled back to his side.
His eyes softened as he realized it was just you and he relaxed his fist.
“Hey.” He says in his flat, gravelly voice. “Shouldn't try and sneak up on me, could get hurt.”
“Nah,” You say, waving away his warning. “You'd never hurt me.” You smile.
He looks at you with a furrowed brow.
“Mind if I join you?” You ask. “No pressure.” You add, raising your hands up.
He nods.
“Sure. Just planned to wander, so might be here a while.” He says, returning his attention to the item that had caught his attention.
You crane your head and move around to get a better view of it. Its a multi-tool. It looks old and is rusted, likely not useful for actual use, but if he's focused on it, it means something to him. You take in his interrogation of the tool as he looks it over several times.
“Gonna buy it?” You ask softly.
“Dunno.” He shrugs.
'Always giving away so little.' You think before taking position up beside him. He gives you a side eye, but stays silent.
After a few more minutes of looking over the tool and other wares, he turns and starts to walk away. You pivot on the spot and start walking with him, keeping pace to his longer stride.
Simon briefly stops at a stall selling blankets and gives them a look over, running his hands over the soft fabric and examining the colourful patterns. He looks at you again and simply says, “Not as good as my throw.”
Your heart skips a beat and your soul astral projects around the city before crashing back into your body. Your breath hitches in your throat as you take in the fact that, in his own way, he just gave you a compliment. He liked your throw, and now compared it to every other one he came across. You had no way of hiding your pleased embarrassment as the red spread across your face, but you managed to get out a low, “I'm glad you like my gift.”
“Mmm." He replies without looking at you.
He moves on to the next stall, this one selling a variety of books that must be well out of print. You can smell the earthy, musky aroma of the old pages as you both step up to the stand. Your eyes dart over the selection of old material; the vendor offering a bit of everything from manuals to romance novels to kitschy sci-fi books.
It was only by happenstance that you looked up to see the glimmer in Simon's eye as he also took in the fascinating sight of the selection before him. He reached down and picked up a particularly damaged booklet. The words on the cover were worn mostly off from age, and the spine had clearly seen better days. But you were able to make out a faint image of a series of guns and what looked like the picture of a World War II uniform. You smile warmly, it's very in line with what he seemed interested in.
“You should get it.” You say as you finger the pile of sci-fi books. You grab a few and begin reading the back.
“You think?” Simon asks genuinely.
“Yeah.” You give him an enthusiastic nod. “Would go well with the collection you already have.”
“Hmm.” He ponders the possibility of the purchase.
You can't help but chuckle at some of the synopsis of the books you have and stack them in your arms. You are definitely getting these.
Simon still seems unsure of the booklet, so you reach over and take it gently from his hands and add it to your stack. “We'll take these.” You say as you turn to the elderly woman tending the stand.
She flashes you a crooked smile and quickly tallies the books total.
“That'll be five pound twenty-five.” She says with a hoarse voice. “Need a bag, love?” She inquires as you rummage through your wallet.
“No, thank you.” You smile, handing her the exact change.
You turn back to Simon who simply stares at you as you hand the booklet back to him. “That was unnecessary.” He grunts, though still taking the booklet from your hand.
“You're welcome.” You say, ignoring his comment. You shove the books into one of the bags tucked under your arm, and see that Simon is already heading off to the next table. Though his eyes are still very much on the booklet.
Simon stops in front of a stand selling cured meats and starts placing an order, clearly having been here before. You watch as his mood shifts; he's not quite pleasant, but he's much nicer to the man currently filling several wrappers with a variety of goods.
You stand there quietly as he the friendly man hands over the meats in a bag and Simon pays. You're interest is piqued by his selections, offering a small look into the man who keeps himself well guarded.
“Having a party?” You ask with a hint of cheekiness as he notices you staring.
“Maybe.” He grunts.
“Am I invited?” You say, pressing him.
“No.” He huffs, once again making off for his next destination.
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After a few more stops, he makes his way to a shop that takes you by surprise; soaps and shampoos. You had to admit that he did always smell great, but he didn't seem the type to buy such things in front of people – friends – so carefree.
His eyes tactically scanned the offerings as if looking for something specific. You couldn't resist taking a look as well, picking up a bar of soap labelled 'Nomad.'
“Earthy and adventurous with a smoky note and hint of pine.” You say, reading the label. “Huh...” You take a sniff. “Smells nice!” You smile.
You set it back down and pick up another one; 'Midnight Forest.'
“Deep moss scent with cedarwood, and a touch of herbs.” Again you sniff it. You purse your lips, unconvinced.
Simon's attention is split between his search and your inquisitive exploration of the soap.
“Going to buy one?” He asks.
You shrug, picking up another one.
“Stealth.” You say.
Simon's eyes lock on the bar of soap.
“An invigorating mix of sandalwood, black peppercorn and a citrus zest.”
You see his hand twitching at his side, quickly realizing you found the one he was looking for, but he's too damn prideful to tell you. You smile, and enjoy the moment. You play with the bar of soap, examining it closely. “What do you think, Simon? Should I get this one?”
“Get what you want.” He says with annoyance. You can see he's grinding his teeth.
You look the soap over once more before deciding to put it down, instead you grab a bar of the 'Nomad,' and pay for it. Shoving it in the bag with your books.
“I'll wait for you over there.” You say, pointing to a quiet area where the market thins out.
You walk away before he can respond. As fun as it was to tease him, you decided to give him a little privacy to make his purchase. You understand its just soap to you, but to him its one more glimpse into his private life.
You look at your bag and books and chuckle at the realization you didn't get much of anything, despite the list you had in your head when you arrived. 'Oh well.' you think, you can always come back.
You see Simon make his way towards you with his usual steady, confident pace, he gives you a nod before stopping a few paces in front of you.
“Got everything I need.” He says with his gruff voice, pulling the bags up briefly to show you. “How about you?”
“No...” you admit, shaking your head, “but I can come back tomorrow, its getting late and I should be heading home.”
Simon nods, and jerks his head to the side, a silent signal that he will walk you to the other side of the market. You smile and nod back, once again walking by his side.
“It was good to see you here, Simon.” You say as you two weave through the crowd.
“Yeah.” He says. His voice is so low and soft you almost didn't hear him.
“Want to get together soon?” You inquire as you two reach your parting destination. “Its been a while.” You add.
“Yeah.” His voice still quiet and soft. “Soon.” He speaks up.
“Perfect, message me when you want me to come over. We can do a movie night or something.”
“Sounds good.” He says. He goes to walk away but stops. Simon examines the bags in his hand and then gazes back at you. He lets out a heavy breath. “You live close by, yeah?” He inquires.
You nod. “Yeah... maybe a ten minute walk?”
“Show me.” Simon commands. “Show me where you live.” His voice is low and gravelly.
“OK, wow... that was a bit threatening...” You say, jerking your head back in surprise. “Why do you want to go to my place?” You ask, furrowing your brow.
“You know where I live.” He says flatly. “You've seen my flat. I want to see yours.”
You consider his request as he stares you down. You know you both do and don't have a choice. If you told him no, he would probably respect it... but it risked bucking the relationship you two had. You take a deep breath. 'Fair is fair.' You think.
“Alright, Simon.” You agree. You motion in the direction of your flat with a wave of your hand before taking off, leaving him behind as he did to you earlier.
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The walk to your flat was mostly uneventful. Simon spent a majority of it taking in the sights, sounds and people; likely never having been to this part of town before. Not a big surprise to you, he likely didn't venture far from his flat on the best of days.
“Not a bad place.” Simon mumbles as you both approach the small building.
It was a pretty basic building; ten units per level over four levels. Small balconies dotting across the exterior. A typical grey-black facade blended the building into the rest along the street. Small shrubs and flowers ran the perimeter of the buildings and filled the air with fragrant scents.
You usher him toward the entrance, typing in your code to enter the building. Simon follows strangely close behind you, but you try not to give it too much attention.
As you enter the flat, you gesture to the bag in his hand. “I'll put it in the fridge until you leave.”
He hands the bag over.
“Take a look around.” you say, giving him permission to roam freely.
Simon sets about your place in a tactical manner, following a path he created in his mind the moment he crossed the threshold of your doorway. He passed the kitchen with little interest and made his way to the living room, taking in the more lived-in feeling of the place. Pictures of your family are spread over the wall between paintings of forests and lakes, and children's art. Your TV stand and bookshelves are filled with reading material and figurines and trinkets. The room is overwhelming to him, the feeling of warmth and coziness curated causes his stomach to twist. He turns quickly and makes his was slowly but steadily towards the hallway.
He disappears from view and you let out a relieved sigh that you cleaned the flat. While he explores your bedroom and office, you put the kettle on and start making some tea. You grab some biscuits from the cupboard and plate them, setting them on the table.
You place two mugs on the counter as the kettle starts to whistle. The sounds seems to stir Simon's interest and he makes his way back to the kitchen. You stand there with a mug in hand, tea bag steeping.
“Thought you might stay for a cup?” You ask softly, handing him the hot mug.
He takes the mug from your hand, briefly touching your fingers.
“Have a seat.” You say, your heart jumping a bit at his touch.
You grab you own mug from the counter and take a seat across from Simon. You take a biscuit from the plate and dip it in your tea before taking a chomp out of it. You lean back in your chair and swallow the sweet treat.
“So whats the verdict?” You ask with a bit of playfulness. Its your flat, so you don't have to give a shit about rules one or two here -or any of them really - but especially those two. Your dynamic was changing and the rules were already bending, but being in your flat still gave you a bit more control. A bit more power.
“I can see several security concerns.” Simon replies flatly, moving his mask down to sip his tea. “But I suppose for a civilian, it will do.”
Was he joking?
You raise an eyebrow.
“Homey.” He adds, not looking at you.
“Well... you're welcome to visit any time.” You say.
He lets out a guttural growl.
You just look at him warmly, knowing you're assaulting him with a lot of stimulus. His mind must be working a mile a minute, so you let him think.
You take another drink of you tea. Sometimes just sitting in silence is enough.
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rosepetalkitty · 1 month ago
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hi hey hello please read this its important info!!
about!!!
what is this? who am i?
hi hi hi!!! finally caved and made an nsfw/kink altblog. no i will not be linking this to my main blog even if u know me there. i doubt im ever gonna post anything thats just outright sexual here bc im acespec and not really into that stuff very much but like kink is such a fun topic so that'll come up a lot. also for the record, this is not a "men dni" page but i am generally sapphic.
call me Rose if you're subby or rosie if you want me to be ^-^ my pronouns are she/her, kit/kitty and ella (es.), i'm an 18y/o trans girl, and i've been diagnosed with adhd, autism and tourettes, among other things.
also, as of october 30th, 2024, i am a voice actress!!! my audios are posted on my reddit page!!! i don't do commissions (yet!) but im happy to take suggestions, so if you have an idea, shoot me an ask!!
and uhhh dunno what else i was gonna say. plspls send me asks i love the attention!!! i'll leave anons on until it becomes a problem~ anyways uh yeah! enjoy!
please read below the break for more information, especially if you plan on interacting with this blog!!
where you can reach me:
here, obviously, though tumblr dms are pretty bad. on the bright side this is like zero effort. you're on tumblr, im on tumblr, yay
simplex! you can click that link to add me, and if you don't have simplex it'll explain to you how to set it up, which is super duper easy. it's really really great privacy wise!! i would very much appreciate it if you send me a tumblr dm telling me your simplex display name so that i know who's who.
discord. my discord tag is the same as my url here. i do prefer simplex over discord though (mostly cuz i don't switch discord accounts on my phone bcuz it's a pain, and also bcuz of the privacy thing)
regarding my roommate, myrrh
as of writing (2024-11-08), myrrh (murmur unless you have been given permission to use the prior! check baa pinned before interacting with bah!) and i are now comfortable interacting on tumblr. this is awesome because discussing kink as an interest is great and ba's my bestie, but i need to make this incredibly clear:
we are strictly platonic! we are not dating, we are not fwb, we do not do any kinky or sexual stuff together at all and never will. we chat about kink and sometimes make jokes about it at each other's expense, but we are friends who live together, not partners. do not insinuate otherwise, it makes both of us very uncomfortable.
An important note about dominance...
If you're exclusively a dom(me) you can skip this, otherwise I would appreciate it if you could at least skim it.
i do not like the expectation that i will be dominant at any given time, but I do enjoy showing some dominance sometimes, in some situations. I do enjoy being a brat, when I'm not already feeling really subby but want to be put in my place.
Hell, I do enjoy hypnotizing people. A lot, actually. I've been a hypnotist (in both a purely for fun way and occasionally a kink way depending on the person) for a relatively large number of people over the past several years, including in person for a handful of people, though much less so in the past year or so. I would love to make files for people to listen to, and I totally would if I had the creative energy and a private space to record (reminder that I live in a college dorm and have a roommate — they're awesome, but we don't have that kind of relationship and have zero intentions of changing that ever).
The problem is, I get burnt out very quickly if I force myself to be dominant when my brain isn't just doing it spontaneously. How do I know? In past relationships my partners saw me as a switch, and expected me to dominate them as much as they dominated me. I really can't do that. My dominance is as much within my control as my hyperfixations — I can make good use of it when it's there, but when it isn't there's nothing I can do to force it without causing myself lots of stress and burnout.
For that reason I'm not willing to be your domme or anyone else's. Instead of seeing me as a switch, please consider me a sub who can be dominant sometimes. I can't do it on demand, and I can't promise that I will be able to do it for any given person at any given time.
some links!
you can send me praise here!!!!
i write my stories on this neocities page now!
and here are some posts that are significant to me for one reason or another
this blog is a persona, a ranty short essay about identity, emotional freedom, masking and what it really means to know Me
my first real audio post!! oh my goddess this was so exciting!!!
on fear regarding human domestication guide, and on my hope to someday overcome it
some notes for the page!
if ive tagged a post with #pull my trigger! then that means im ok with ppl playing with my brain in the notes!! otherwise, please just message me directly. im always okie with dms.
posts with #mean rosie on them have me teasing/messing with/bullying (in a /lh way) other people~ don't ask me to do this to you unless it's like a reblog responding to me doing that to you or smth. i don't usually enjoy showing dominance like that. sometimes im just the flavor of brat that likes to tease people. other times i do kinda feel a little bit dominant but. meh. even then ill pretty much always slip down into good girl mode on the spot if anyone shows any dominance towards me, usually even more so than i would normally.
posts tagged #angel rosie are ones where im feeling especially subby/obedient, if you're looking for topics that will get me into good girl mode here's the tag to filter by
#rosie rambles and #rosie rants go on serious/out of theme posts, with the latter being for emotionally heavy ones
plspls ask me about my triggers, my kinks, etcetc!!! i love getting told to answer questions >w<
dni list
any adult is free to view my page. minors, please leave. im serious. that said, there are certain things that will get you blocked from interacting with my page, so if your blog falls into any of these categories please kindly just look, don't touch.
agepl@y
transphobes, and anyone else who doesn't think trans women are women
s!ssy, crossdressing and detrans themed pages. i have nothing against you for liking that stuff, but it makes me really uncomfortable because of some past experiences. please dni.
blank blogs, no age in bio or pinned, blogs that seem to just be spam reblogging everything, etc. sometimes this is case by case — "18+" is usually not chill, but "20s" or "30s" usually is. if you have nothing at all that's a nope. having a pfp is important, by the way.
blogs that just spam ai generated pictures. im sure youre chill, but ai pictures take the humanity out of your blog and frankly just look bad. posting one here or there on an otherwise human blog is thin ice, but i care a little less when there's other content too, as long as your other content is good.
my kinks, my limits my triggers
obviously im very very into hypnosis, especially intelligence play (aka dumbification), especially especially when there are bimbo themes involved. im also into everything on this list (in no particular order), but its definitely not exhaustive because theres things ive never tried before. please try new things on me!
light/medium bondage
pet play (as a kitty or a bunny, totes open to others but those are ones i luv)
spanking and other light pain, including light scratching/marking
being groped
praise and degradation, especially when its condescending
gentle doms (not that other styles are bad, but gentle+manipulative+condescending+possessive is my favorite)
other people picking my clothes
physical affection (headpats, scritchies, cuddles, kisses)
medical play (very specifically anesthesia, limited interest in other parts of it)
gaslighting
exhibitionism (especially when im being shown off)
behavior modification (especially clicker training!)
edging and denial
i have a voice kink for certain types of voices. generally my favorites are deep femme voices with really soft tones that get sharp to add emphasis to certain words like "drop" or "now". i also sometimes like higher softer masc voices, but deep or rough masc voices make me uncomfortable most of the time. if you want me to give you examples of hypnotists on the internet whose files i like, please send an ask or dm me.
when im in control (especially when it's about my audios!!!), i love being told how i make you feel, what you think of me, etc, so go on, feed my ego ;)
sooo yeah!! next are my soft limits — things i don't necessarily love but can tolerate in an otherwise fun context. please ask before acting on these because i would generally prefer to avoid them.
hypno audios narrated by text to speech — most of them are just grating and i can't relax with them.
"brainwashing" files that are just someone saying the same thing over and over with no induction or deepener or triggers or anything to put me under. i need to be in trance before that stuff does anything.
"hypnosis audios" that have loud music, or where the script is turned into a song. i've heard it done well maybe once or twice, i've heard it done wrong a million times.
hypnosis content as long form videos, especially when i need to read text in the video. my eyes get exhausted from staring at a screen for too long. i really really prefer audio, and text is good too, but videos longer than a couple minutes are rough.
and finally, here are my hard limits. please don't bring these things up. full stop. these are non-negotiable.
everything on my dni list
the drugs haloperidol/haldol, lorazepam/ativan and promethazine/phenergan
heavy pain
blood, knives/sharps, heavy scratching/marking
being asked/"forced" (i can and will block you if you're pushy) to send pictures or videos. audio is a hard maybe and very much depends on dysphoria at that moment and vibes. but yeah pictures and videos are a no-go.
being sent dick pics. please don't. im not into that. other pics are probably fine as long as you're chill.
extended degradation with no praise (i start having genuine self image issues past a certain point - i like being degraded, having my behavior changed, and then being praised as a reinforcement mechanism)
intox play, especially alcohol and weed. it scares me because of some past experiences. this is specifically about being intoxicated in the traditional sense (drunk/high), so like for example being sedated is something im cool with (and actually love the idea of)
feeding kink stuff
and here are some of my hypnotic triggers, in no particular order
"brain goes bye bye" melts my brain and makes it really hard to think
"control goes bye bye" takes control of my brain and my body away so that i just do as im told
"memories go bye bye" makes it really hard to remember anything for a while, which mostly just shuts my brain off. these first three are all from Miss Lilith, i love her files~ <3
"sleep" and "drop" both put me under, to varying degrees of success. might take multiple uses to really take me down deep, and really everything works better with a snap
"good girl" makes me happy and a tiny bit more obedient
"look here", "listen" and "focus" draw in my attention and make it hard to look away from/ignore whatever is being shown/said to me. they also usually make me more suggestible.
"lightning" makes me feel weak and dazed and when im like that "thunder" puts me under and gets me really floaty and fuzzy
"submit and obey" makes me obedient and super duper suggestible
i have a lot more, im just not remembering them all right now. theres probably dozens in my brain from all the files ive conditioned myself with over the years
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just-my-latest-hyperfixation · 11 months ago
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Just another manic Monday
Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles, day 17
Prompt: Platonic Stobin
Rated: G
CW: monsters
Tags: Urban fantasy AU; Magic AU; Creature AU; background Steddie; background Buckingham
Notes: Based on an idea and the gorgeous art by @house-of-the-moving-image - so happy I got to throw a little something together for it. 🥰
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“I don't understand this,” Steve yells, jumping over another garbage bag like a hurdle sprinter. “That thing is fucking huge, where was it even hiding?”
“Gee, I dunno, Steve!” Robin skids to a halt beside him and impatiently hops from foot to foot while he pulls out their scooter from  between two dumpsters. “I didn't ask, you think we should wait up?” 
Somewhere behind them, something lets out a loud, gargling roar. A giant body scrapes against the walls of the alley. 
Steve gulps. 
“Nah, I'm good,” he says and tosses her the egg. It's larger than his own head, and Robin sags briefly under its weight. “Get in!”
Sometimes, Steve really, really wishes he was normal. 
In a world where ninety-seven percent of the population are either magic users, non-human, or hybrids, people like Robin and him tend to get the short end of the stick. Take the job market, for example. What's a guy to do if most entry-level positions require basic flight skills, or rudimentary knowledge of summoning spells, or two years minimum of experience in applied runology? 
The job at Fleetfoot Delivery is actually okay, all things considered. The pay is decent, the uniform isn't completely humiliating, and his coworker is his best friend and platonic soulmate who happens to be just as lamely human and completely unmagical as himself. 
It's easy work. Customers trade items via the app, Steve and Robin deliver the goods from the pickup location right to the lucky new owner. 
Basic stuff. 
Simple. 
Boring.
Except for the days you get chased by giant fucking monsters. 
“Who even sells a phoenix egg online?” he asks while he waits for Robin to clamber into the side car. “I mean, shouldn't we be calling child protection services or something?” 
“Phoenixes are extinct, Steve, everyone knows that!” 
He hums vaguely. He does know that, of course, but the question has its desired effect - namely to send her off on a tangent and get her mind off things. 
“The eggs that are left are infertile, but they're highly coveted in certain circles. Rumor has it that consuming one will boost your magic like nothing else. Chrissy says there's a sea witch living off the coast who's been looking for one for-”
“Chrissy, huh?” Steve grins and swings a leg over the saddle. The scooter stutters to life. “The cute little mermaid with the milkshake order from last week? You two on first-name terms now?” 
“Oh, fuck off!” Robin jabs him in the ribs, but quickly clutches the egg again as he needs to swerve around a stack of old, soggy cardboard boxes. They're picking up speed, but not nearly enough in the crammed, narrow alley. Behind them, the roaring and scraping are getting louder. “You don't get to berate me for flirting with clients. If I see you do that ass-wiggle in your stupid shorts in front of that dragon dude one more time-” 
“His name is Eddie,” Steve snaps, neck erupting in heat. “And I don't think he has any idea what my first name is. Or my last name.”
“Yes, Steve, of course,” Robin deadpans. “That is why he calls you big boy and honey and sweetheart. That is the actual reason.” 
Steve lets this statement simmer for a few seconds. 
“Shut up and tell me where to deliver this thing,” he then says. 
Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Robin smirk while she fishes her phone from her pocket and tells him the address.
“Oh, freaking great,” Steve grouses. “That's only on the other side of town. Won't take forever at all at this-” 
“Steve?” says Robin. Her hand is tugging at the sleeve of his uniform jacket, like she's been trying to get his attention for a while. “Steve, you may wanna go faster.” 
“I know!” he groans. “Need to beat rush hour, or we won't be home until-”
“That's not what I meant!” Robin shouts. Her voice goes all shrill and grating towards the end, and he almost crashes them into the wall in his impulse to cover his ears. 
“Well, what do you-” he starts to say, but doesn't get any further.
There's a loud crashing sound as the dumpsters are mowed over. He glances over his shoulder, just long enough to see a slimy, clawed something that's roughly the size of his house erupt from the alley behind them. It shrieks. The rush of hot, stinking breath sends garbage flying in all directions. A fist-sized glob of spit hits the back of Steve's head with a wet splotch. 
“Ugh, what the fuck? I just washed my hair this mor-”
“Drive!” Robin slaps his arm. “Oh my God, drive, drive, drive!” 
Steve does. 
They shoot out of the alley and onto the main road, just narrowly avoiding a collision with a flock of banshees. As their scandalized shrieks and the roar of the monster fade behind them, Robin's wristwatch buzzes. 
“Oh,” she says. “Today's your lucky day. A certain dragon just ordered an entire crate of aventurine, express delivery.”
Steve groans and takes a right, reaching up to disentangle half a banana skin from his drool-coated hair.
The day is shaping up to be a real Monday. 
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freddie-77-ao3 · 5 months ago
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sup yall we're vibing here
anyway. hey, my name's freddie, and i'm finally trying to write an actual intro/master post which... we'll see how this goes.
important stuff is highlighted in orange.
so, basic stuff:
as I said, my name's freddie. he/him pronouns. i'm a college student (majoring in accounting, might add a psych minor). not gonna say which college but i'm currently in california.
i've been on tumblr since 2019 i think? not under this account, this started as a fandom account and then spiralled out of control... really fast. um, my regular tumblr which i've not actually opened in ages is @chronicchthonic14 so. yeah.
not particularly relevant to this blog, but i might mention it at some point so, i have autism and adhd. and some other things but. like. that list is very long and those are the two most relevant because i promise if i come off wrong/mean, i didn't mean to, i just forget to make my words normal. but. those are the two most referenced. if for whatever reason someone wants to know more or has questions you can send an ask ig?
i'm scottish, born there. moved to US when I was four. finishing uni and moving back.
some quick warnings
this blog definitely contains cursing/vulgar language, whatever you want to call it, so if you're not comfortable with that, probably not the blog for you, as i don't tag cursing or anything for you to filter out.
if, for whatever reason, if i ever reblog something that contains a slur (against racial minorities, queer people, anything) i will ABSOLUTELY tag that though.
also if anyone has any trigger warnings they think any content needs, please let me know-- asks, dms, comments, reblogs
the cursing thing also applies for sort of dirty jokes? think that only applies to like. two posts and very not explicit. those aren't currently tagged but if they get any more explicit they certainly will be.
queer identity because the explicit reminded me, i'm asexual, and probably straight. maybe bi? dunno, don't particularly care. and i'm trans. ftm. this isn't the blog i talk about that on usually though, unless it relates to a specific ask or a fandom thing.
which, getting into what this blog is for because i can't think of anything else i need to add here (guys let me know if i forgot important stuff, please, i'm an idiot!!! i will forget the important stuff and write random shit instead!! i've already deleted three tangents from this!!)
sooooo
fandoms!! ones i write and/or post about or will potentially post about
percy jackson extending to hoo, toa, tkc (definitely post way less about this), mcga (again, way less). haven't read TSATS or COTG yet, but spoilers are fine. i post way more about minor characters. write fanfiction for and have some posted (both on here and ao3) and a bunch of snippets.
dcu-- films, comics, animated shows, all of it. personally, my favorites are young justice (the comics, not show version), new teen titans, and batman inc (batgirls, nightwing, and red robin esp). late 90s yj run is my favorite, and i loved the DCeased event. favorite batman comic is definitely court of owls run. no fanfics posted, but some on docs.
mcu-- way less so, but have a stucky oneshot. slowly making my way through in timeline order.
throne of glass. i'm an aedion and chaol apologizer because they do a bunch of dumb shit but then WHO DOESN'T in this series. fanfics in doc, not posted.
this would go on for ages if i listed everything so instead, here's an ask i answered on my fandoms/genres and everything. feel free to send me asks about anyone. if you send me something about radium girls i may cry though (tears of joy) so there's your advanced warning.
main things you'll see on my blog are incorrect quotes, snippets, and the occasional fic
this^^
my... idk, contact policy? seriously what do i word this
asks are always open, anon is on.
if you send hate... whatever. i'll probably delete it.
unless i find it funny. then I'll post it. there's really little you could say to me that would hurt.
when i say asks are always open, you can drop anything you want.
literally anything
you need to vent? want advice? want to request headcanons? request a fic? give me a prompt? ask random things about me? something else I've forgotten? go right ahead
if you want to ask me to update my fics? go right ahead. sometimes i forget i didn't post something.
send as many asks as you want, i don't care if it might be spam
i can't promise i'll respond to asks in a timely manner, sometimes i open my inbox and forget they exist for months, i'm sorry. if it's something you really want answered you can send another one
dm's are alright? if you want to be friends or something, go right ahead.
anyone can reblog any of my posts/comment/heart, i don't care. you want to heart 50 things in a row? i adore you. if i had kids, you would get my firstborn
if we're mutuals you can ask for my insta/give me yours.
now, other accounts:
anyway, i think that's it?
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alaskan-wallflower · 5 months ago
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I find it very uncomfortable how the whistleblower is almost taking righteous glee in the fact that they're exposing an alleged rapist. Their Instagram stories have gone from "here are these things that other people in the industry are saying" to "Brody to SE Hinton to the Tony's as a shield" and "he lives with Danya Taymor and is currently sleeping with her". Like what??? Do you even care about the victims at all? Why are you spreading unbased rumors like these? You're only hurting the victims more
that’s what makes this so unbelievable to me. it’s so inconsistent. she said she wasn’t gonna post about this anymore. and tenant said anything about the other three people. just brody. that’s why this is all so confusing. and everything is alleged. she never actually had evidence from a victim. not to say there are none but it was just a bunch of people claiming that they knew someone or knew him in high school or college. OP also said they didn’t know any victims. they heard from a friend. this whole situation is scummy and she’s had people message her who have cyberstalked other cast members like brent comer because apparently he doesn’t like brody’s posts or smith. plus the immediate screenshotting of things from reddit with no basis like saying ‘these sick fucks are cooked’ with a screenshot saying brody wasn’t gonna be in any shows. apparently he’s planned break this for a while and has another planned break mid july. i heard it was a family emergency tho. i dunno.
also him sleeping with the director is weird because a. that’s a ten year age gap, b. he’s confirmed single and not looking according to Melody Rose’s live when someone asked if Brody was single (credits to my friend for sharing this with me, idk if they wanna be called out and if they do i’ll tag them) and c. what basis is there for that?
honestly this just leads me to believe that the person wants to ruin his life because first off rape allegations are extremely serious and i hope it does get investigated and second off now she’s spreading fake rumours. the rumours are leading me to believe that the first things she said weren’t real either because if she’s willing to lie about Brody’s personal life who knows what else she’s capable of doing.
I’ll say this in all my posts-I believe the victims unless stated otherwise. Do not start giving me shit for ‘defending a rapist’ because that’s not what i’m doing. i’m just saying there’s obvious inconsistencies in OPs story and that things aren’t even about the rape allegations anymore. It seems to be about Brody and Brody alone even though there are claims of three other cast members being rapists.
feel free to talk to me in the notes or send these asks to my acc where i discuss things like this (@firefly-sky-2) and i’ll be happy to explain anything you want me to explain.
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deanwinchesterswitch-events · 6 months ago
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FriendSHIP Challenge
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May 1 through December 31, 2024
Through fandom, I have come to know so many wonderful people and, in turn, have made a few fantastic friends. In honor of those fabulous individuals, I am hosting a challenge about FriendSHIPS.
Create mood boards/aesthetics, fanfic, fanart, edits, and fanvids celebrating characters' friendships within a fandom, add your best friend or yourself as an OC in a story, or create a piece with characters from different fandoms you think would make great friends. Love isn’t just about romance and sex. Join the fun and share the love of friends and the soul of friendship.
Below are the fandoms you can create for. The list includes some of my favorites, along with a few of my friends’ favorites. The use of a prompt is not required, but a few have been added below the cut for inspiration.
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Rules/Guidelines/FAQs
Tag for the challenge: #dwfriendship24 and mention @deanwinchesterswitch-events in the post.
No sign-up is required. The challenge runs from May 1 through December 31, 2024.
All creations should be friendship-themed.
No romantic ships or smut.
No implied romantic relationships or smut.
No friends with benefits.
Crossovers and OCs are welcome.
No RPF (there are so many fandoms, and my knowledge is minimal for a few of the actors).
Everything has to be your own work! Works created with AI will not be reblogged.
If a work created with AI is inadvertently reblogged, it will subsequently be removed from the events blog and the master list.
Feel free to send me an ASK or DM me if you have questions.
All tagged (#dwfriendship24) creations will be added to a Master List.
Use warnings if they are needed!
There is no word limit, but if the text is more than 500 words, please use the read-more link.
Fandoms
Big Sky
Daisy Jones & the Six
DCU/DCEU
Doctor Who
Leverage/Leverage Redemption
MCU
Shadow and Bone
Sherlock
Sons of Anarchy
Supernatural/The Winchesters
The Boys TV
The Librarians
The Vampire Diaries
The Walking Dead
Top Gun/Top Gun: Maverick
Prompts for inspiration (use is optional)
They cultivated a secret language between them over the years that no one else understands
"Just don't laugh." "I/We would never!”
B loves baking but can't eat everything they make before it spoils, so they regularly feed A with the extra.
“I seriously don't know how you came this far in life.”
Share a love of the same music
Argue over musical choices
"I can't even describe how important you are to me. You've changed my life. I wouldn't be the same without you.”
“I think I’d follow you into hell just to see what you’d do.”
“Everyone said we’d never be friends, but look at us now.”
A falling out/Argument
Being a good wingperson
Being a bad wingperson
Museum visit
Cooking together
Hurt/Comfort
Rekindling a friendship
A is a horrible friend, but B won’t give up on them
Drunk conversation(s)
Road trip/Vacation together
"You can't eat that. It has peanuts in it. Here, I got you something else."
They're not each other's favorite person but still appreciate each other's presence. 
"Stop screaming at me! I never asked to be involved in all this."
A: So ...you set it on fire? B: Yes, and you let yours die. A: I see why we're friends.
“Who’s your new friend?” “I dunno. I found him/her/them bleeding on the street. He/She/They wasn’t/weren’t really in a position to refuse my friendship.”
“I’m aware of who I am when I say this, but your friendship is weird.”
“You are my best friend, and unfortunately, there is very little that you, I, or anyone else can do about it.”
Why are they friends
Fake friends
A brush with death
“You already are a handful. Together, you guys are insufferable.”
Long distance friendship
"Don't you dare to blame this on me! I wasn't the one who suggested it."
Getting a tattoo together
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As always, I hope you have fun!
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Yeah I get that they can't really stop anyone from making whatever they want, even with their OCs, but... Why is the only solution to never share any of your art, ever? That feels so... I dunno, victim blamey? Why is it their fault they're having these things done to them that they did not okay nor ask for? I don't think posting art is inherently consent for your characters to be sexualized.
That's another thing, I don't understand why everything has to be acceptable to sexualize. Maybe it's because I'm aroace, but God I'm so so so sick of it. Not everything has to come back around to sex and romance god dammit, and it really isn't that hard to just respect the wishes of their creator. It would've been so easy, but it seems like some people don't think they're worthy of that little shred of respect.
Their response to it all is awful, especially if they really are exposing minors to this art. Fanart/fanfics shouldn't be taken down because of copyright. But what do they do in this situation, delete all of their posts and drop off the internet? At this point, that wouldn't even change anything. Their characters aren't theirs anymore, and they will never get them back, no matter what they do. I don't want to think about what person I would be if I were in their situation because I think it would ruin me.
"Why is it their fault they're having these things done to them"
Stopping you right there
Nothing it being done to them
Having someone draw fanart they don't like isn't doing anything to them. It is just existing. It has nothing to do with them. The only way it would be doing something to them is if the person who drew it sends it to them without permission, someone else sends it to them without permission, or they actively search for it themselves
The first two are just people being assholes. Setting that boundary of "please just don't send it to me" could be helped but assholes who like being assholes exist so just block/report them. That last one would be their own fault because... well, they are looking for it. You can't exactly be mad when you set out to search for something and end up finding it
It does suck that they're finding themselves in this situation, but the correct and most mature response would have been to ignore it. To ignore all the fanart they don't like, ignore all the people making the fanart, block people, block tags, all that good stuff. Being the original creator of something doesn't exempt you from the good ol' "don't like, don't look" rule
But they didn't do that. They chose to make a google form asking people to hunt down and snitch on people who make NSFW of their characters. That's like... the exact opposite of ignoring it
And to address your immature rant about why "everything has to be acceptable to sexualize", just replace the fact that it's NSFW with literally anything else and ask yourself if you think the situation would suddenly become more or less okay. Ask yourself "If Alex Hirsch made a google form threatening to copyright strike people who made ship art of Bill and Ford stating that it 'made him uncomfortable,' would I think that is reasonable in any sense?" I think you'll find that the answer would mostly be no and if it isn't... lol. Lmao even
(Using Alex Hirsch as an example because he was the first guy who came to mind. I am aware that He Would Never and this isn't Alex Hirsch slander)
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I'm so glad someone's taking requests for YJ! But I'd like to ask for adult Misty x reader with dialogue 3 please!
💗Confessional - Misty Quigley (2021) x fem!Reader💗
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disclaimer: don't repost my work. I only post on Tumblr and on Ao3. anything else is stolen and should be removed immediately
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Summary: Misty doesn't know the difference between a crush and a squish (the want to be close to someone in a friend way) and is quite surprised when she realizes the difference!
Warnings: mention of cannon death and body disposal (Adam) and alcohol consumption
Word Count: 2,385
A/N: Hello Loves! It's Misty's turn! I absolutely love Misty and she's definitely in my top three favorite characters. But honestly, she's kind of hard to write for, so I don't know how much I like this one. Fortunately, I do have more requests for her, so she isn't going away anywhere and I've got time to work more with her. This was another Yellowjackets dialogue request, so feel free to send in anything you'd like with Misty or another one of the girls with one of the prompts! but as always, feel free to leave questions or comments in my comments or ask box, and happy reading 💗
Misty Quigley Tag List:
General Tag List: @summergeezburr
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Misty entered her house with a rather loud sigh and a crash from the slamming of her backdoor. She practically threw her groceries on the counter, mumbling under her breath as she left them be to get something to drink from her fridge. She said fuck it and cracked open a coke, taking one long swig before setting it back on the counter and returning to the grocery bags. However, she was interrupted once again by a knock at her front door that had Caligula squawking. He must have been frustrated by all the interruptions as well. She grumbled again and maneuvered through her house to the door, opening it with far more vigor than she’d intended to. She was startled to find you at her door at this hour and she seemed to have startled you as well.
“y/n! I wasn’t expecting you,” she forced with a shiny smile. You chuckled, relaxed, and smiled as well. Misty had known you for quite some time now, however, most of that time had been spent over online citizen detective forums and eventually texting and phone calls before you finally met up in a local coffee shop a month or so ago. After that, you’d kept in pretty regular contact. Shed decided recently that she liked you. And considering that Caligila had gotten comfortable with you holding and petting him quite quickly you must be a good pick after all. 
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to drop in so suddenly but you'd been so quiet lately and I dunno, I got worried,” you grew shy as you gave her your reasoning, absently brushing loose hair behind your ear. “Oh! And I brought cookies,” you added, wrinkling your nose as you smiles. Misty grinned, enjoying the concern, and shrugged.
“It’s alright, I’ve been helping my friends with something is all. Do you want to come in? I was just putting groceries away before prepping dinner,”
“I wouldn’t want to be a bother-”
“Nonsense!” she chirped, reaching out her hand to take yours and tug you inside. She managed to take your purse from your shoulder and hang it on one of the free hooks by her door. “I’ll cook for us and we can catch up. What have the forums been talking about? I haven't had the time to read any of them,” she fibbed as she made her way into the kitchen with you trailing behind. She flicked on the small radio on her kitchen windowsill to whatever random radio station she'd been listening to previously. 
“Oh! Did you hear about that Adam guy on the news? Some people online have been looking into that. It looks like someone could have been behind him going missing,” Misty had to refrain from physically cringing at that comment, seeing as how she’d just come home from the dead man’s apartment and the funeral in which she eliminated the crucial parts of his identification. 
“Pfft, that case? That’s going nowhere. He probably just hopped on a boat and is across the world by now. I bet something will come out about money laundering or something eventually,” she flat-out fibbed as she pulled carrots and celery out of her grocery bags to put them into her fridge while you stood awkwardly holding your plate of cookies in hand.
“Um ok,” you mumbled “Well, is there anything I can do to help you? I wouldn’t want to just stand in the way,” you chuckled nervously. Why you found so nervous Misty couldn’t tell, but there seemed to be a strange feeling in the kitchen's air, one she couldn’t quite put her finger on. But she smiled again and looked down at her grocery bags, holding her hands in the air and wiggling her fingers as she contemplated what she could have you do. 
“Ah! Why don’t you give those to me and start boiling some water while I finish unpacking this, hm,” she suggested as she began digging through one of the paper bags, to pull out a newly bought bag of spaghetti noodles which she offered to you in exchange for the plate in your hands. After a second you initiated the exchange and made your way to the stove as Misty pulled out a pot for you to boil. 
You scooted around each other in the small space as you filled the pot and she continued organizing her groceries. Every few seconds your hand would brush against the small of her back so naturally that she might not have noticed, so when she needed to move past you she’d gently cup your hip, though it was more like her hand hovering over you. Even so, she still thought she could feel the prickling of your skin under her touch. It was endearing, she realized, to have that sort of effect on someone, though that's how friends were supposed to make each other feel. So, you were her friend now. That was nice. 
“How much of this do you want me to make?” you asked her as you opened the bag. 
“Just dump it all in there. I can eat the rest over the week for my lunches at work,” she decided as she pulled the ingredients she wanted to use for her sauce and meatballs. She had leftover sauce from when she’d made it before at a far larger portion size than she had intended to that was still good and she pulled out some of the new ground beef she’d bought along with bread crumbs, eggs, garlic, and an assortment of other spices. 
She began organizing her ingredients before rolling out her meatballs, but before any of that, she got her sauce back on the stove to warm up next to you in a large saucepan. She casually checked on the noodled, which you were salting and they seemed to be coming along quite nicely. She moved back to her meatballs as her sauce was going by you with a lid on, but as she made the last part of the meal she couldn’t notice that strange feeling again. 
She wasn’t sure who it could be coming from, if not from the both of you, but something other than the smell of dinner was in the air. The strangest part was how it was such a comforting feeling to Misty. There was something so natural about having you in her kitchen with her. Maybe it was because she hadn’t seemed to make many friends into her adulthood, besides her high school friends, of course, though they didn’t seem to talk much anymore. Could it just be that you were here and interested in being with her? You had come to check on her when she’d been quiet after all. That had to be it then. 
She tossed the meatballs into the now boiling sauce to cook. She stood next to you awkwardly for a moment before reaching over you for a ladle to scoop some of your pasta water to add to her sauce, which she stirred around. You unexpectedly moved to take the ladle from her, accidentally taking hold of her hand in the process. She noticed the way your eyes widened eyes dilating for a moment or so, which she found quite curious. She tuned in long enough to realize what song was now playing. It was one her mother used to play when she was a child. 
But if you feel like I feel
Please let me know that it's real
You're just too good to be true
Can't take my eyes off you
Her eyes scanned over your face. You bit your bottom lip, taking it into your mouth
I love you, baby, and if it's quite alright
I need you, baby, to warm the lonely night
I love you, baby, trust in me when I say:
She let go of the ladle and smiled. 
“I need to go feed Caligula and get the table ready,” she said quickly, taking a step back from you. She turned on her heels and rushed far faster than she had intended out of the kitchen and into her lounge and to her bird’s cage. He squealed quietly and Misty smiled, opening the door to the cage and petting the bird’s head. He cooed, shitting his eyes as he nuzzled into the palm of her hand. 
“Caligula, do you have any idea what’s going on with me?” she murmured as the bird climbed on her hand, up her arm, and onto her shoulder as she went to throw away the uneaten food in his dish and refill it for dinner. He began messing with her hair, preening her as he always did at dinnertime. Misty craned her neck to peek into the kitchen, quietly watching as you walked across the room to find plates and utensils and a strainer for the noodles. 
Misty finished refreshing Caligula’s dinner, coaxing the bird back into his cage to eat and she shut the door behind him. She moved on into the dining room, still keeping an eye on you. As she did, she opened a drawer and found an old candle setting along with a lighter she’d never gotten around to using. She figured out why not and arranged the setting, as well as two table placements on the table, dimming the overhead lighting as you walked in with two full plates. 
You paused at the dining room’s entryway, staring at the candles and the table settings placed one at the head of the table and the other directly diagonal to it on the long end of the table. When you didn’t move Misty took the plaits from you and set them both down before trotting off into the kitchen. 
“Now, I have a pinot noir, but I’ve also got a cabernet sauvignon that is just divine!” she allied from the kitchen. You didn’t reply as she rummaged through her cabinets for two glasses. You hadn’t moved from where you stood just yet and noticed after looking back. “y/n, you alright?” she asked, tilting her head with curiosity. You perked up at the sound of your name and skirted to take your seat at the table. 
“Oh! Um, you made the cabernet sauvignon sound very good,” you answered in a rushed attempt at sounding normal that Misty didn’t quite pick up on. She grabbed what she was told, along with a wine opener, and made her way back to the table. She stood as she opened the bottle with a satisfying pop and poured each a glass, which you tentatively grabbed, and took a few confident sips as Misty took her seat and her fork to dig in. You paused for a moment, messing with your hands in your lap before eating. 
“Misty, I have a confession,” you started, not looking up from your hands. 
“Well, it better not be to a murder because I can’t deal with that right now,” she answered back without the skip of a beat. You looked up, quite puzzled, and scrunched your brow.
“Um, I’m sorry, what?” you asked, nose wrinkling. Misty fully looked up and finished what she was chewing, covering her mouth with her hand as she realized your reaction. 
“Oh! No, I just mean I’ve been a little stressed lately is all, but I'm only joking, I promise!” she could tell she hadn’t recovered well at all as she could practically feel the way you cringed and clenched your teeth, pulling back from her, eyes refusing to meet hers. Had you always been this shy with her? You sighed, pulling her from her thoughts.
“You know what, this was a bad idea. I need to go,” you said rather rushed as she had moments prior. Before she had time to react you'd left your seat and headed back to the front door. Misty heard the jingle of your keys and the click of her front door before she got up, frantically wiping her mouth with her napkin. 
“y/n?” she called, watching you slip out the door before she began to sprint in its direction. By the time she made it to the door, you’d made your way down her front steps and were headed to her car. “y/n!” she yelled fully now, a strained crack in her voice. You stopped in your tracks, fearing the attention she might bring but it gave her enough time to grab onto your hand tight and stop you. Adrenaline had started pumping in a way that felt like fear, but of what she couldn’t pinpoint. 
“y/n, did I do something,” she asked quickly, her eyes frantically searching her face. You seemed startled by the sudden desperation in her grasp and her voice and you bit your lip, your brown scrunching as you frowned but shook your head. 
“No, it’s just stupid,” Misty squeezed your hand and reached up to turn your cheek to look at her. 
“No it’s not, tell me. I promise whatever it is it's not stupid. I’d never find anything you say stupid,” she insisted. You met her eyes finally and sighed with defeat. 
“I was going to ask you on a date,” you said in what could only be described as a whisper. Misty perked up, confused. 
“A date?” she questioned. She felt your cheek burn under her fingertips. 
“Yes! A date! I know it's silly, and I’m acting like a child but,” Misty grinned, vibrating with excitement. 
“I’d love a date with you!” she exclaimed. 
“What?” you were the confused one now.
“I didn’t know you liked me,” Misty mused, practically purring.
“Well, yes I’ve always liked you-” you started. 
“But I mean I didn’t know you liked me,” she reiterated, accentuating what she meant. You grew shy again. 
“Well, I didn’t know either but I got so nervous with the cooking and the candles,” 
“Then this can be our date!” Misty decided. 
“Really?” you chuckled under your breath. She’d gotten you to laugh and that was even more exciting than getting asked on a date. 
“Yes! I’d love to take you back in and on our date,” you chuckled again (she got you to laugh again!) and nodded. Misty eagerly led you back inside and realized just what she must have been feeling before after all. 
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adampage · 1 year ago
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HANGMAN PAGE BIRTHDAY WEEK
-> starts Friday, July 21st, 2023 and ends Thursday, July 27th, 2023
Hello, everyone! It's me, Emi adampage here, coming to you fresh from the post-Double or Nothing high, to announce that HANGMAN PAGE BIRTHDAY WEEK will be happening again this year! I am going to make this considerably hard on myself, as I will be out of the country during the week of, but I will do my very best to reblog any creations you make!
That being said, here's what I have in mind for this year :)
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OBJECTIVE
To create wonderful works [edits, gifs, writing, art, videos, etc] in the name and in the honor of our lovely cowboy, Hangman Adam Page, during the week of July 21st, 2023, to July 27th, 2023.
RULES
There are prompts/themes for each day, sometimes even two. You may choose to do either or both! You may also do multiple of each, if it strikes your heart to do so.
Do not take the prompts at face value. You may interpret them in any way you would like! (If you cannot choose one of something for a theme, feel free to talk/write/create about more than one. Multiple loves and multiple favorites are implied!)
You can use any form of post available to you through tumblr. Video, photo, gif, text, audio, etc etc. It’s ALL up to YOU! (Fics can be linked from ao3 if it’s easier for you)
If you only want to do certain days, no worries!! Do everything in any way you would like. And if you’re a bit late on some prompts than others, that’s completely fine (just don’t be early lol)! the hangman gang will want to see them either way <3
If you have ANY QUESTIONS, please don't hesitate to DM me or send me an ask!
THEMES
Day 1 - July 21st - FRIDAY: Hangman + LOVE
Day 2 - July 22nd - SATURDAY: Hangman + HATE
Day 3 - July 23rd - SUNDAY: Hangman + BLOOD (or, if that's not your style, SILLY/GOOFY)
Day 4 - July 24th - MONDAY: Hangman + PLAYLIST
Day 5 - July 25th - TUESDAY: Hangman + FOIL* (or other literary device, such as 'parallel')
Day 6 - July 26th - WEDNESDAY: Hangman + FANTASY/DREAM
Day 7 - July 27th - THURSDAY: HANGMAN'S BIRTHDAY! Hangman + FREE CHOICE
*it was brought to my attention that this one can seem confusing. The definition of "foil" is as follows (from literarydevices.net): Foil is a literary device designed to illustrate or reveal information, traits, values, or motivations of one character through the comparison and contrast of another character. A literary foil character serves the purpose of drawing attention to the qualities of another character, frequently the protagonist. This is effective as a means of developing a deeper understanding of a character by emphasizing their strengths and weaknesses. In addition, a literary foil allows writers to create a counterpart for the protagonist that puts their actions and choices in context. (You can use this definition, or you can get inspiration from it. Or, you can use a different literary device, if you so choose. You can also liken the word 'foil' to, I dunno, tinfoil. What I love about word prompts is that you can take a word and create something completely different than someone else. Go crazy!)
As always, thank you to @mistress-omega-majesty, @jonmoxleys, @sheslikealostflower, and @cowboyshit for the feedback on the prompts!
LAST BIT OF RULES
Please remember to mention the THEME in your post, as well as to TAG YOUR POST with the following: #HANGMANPAGEBIRTHDAYWEEK within the first five tags, and to tag ME (main @adampage​), in a reply comment under your post, or in the body of your post, whatever is easier. I will be posting my edits to @bloodycowboyclub, and likely will post any text posts/writing from my main.
PLEASE REBLOG TO SPREAD THE WORD! Even if you only plan to enjoy the creations!! I want as many people as possible to participate and it’s only possible if this ends up on their dashes! Thank you (:
Don’t forget to have fun!!
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aprillikesthings · 8 months ago
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s5 ep8 Shot in the dark
woohooo
Off topic but while looking for fan art of Catra from the portal (ugh I need to try different tags) I instead saw a bunch of anti-Catra and anti-Catradora and anti-spop blogs and jfc people need to get a life and touch some grass and if I'm saying that--
(I mean, I did leave the house today with Saer and their mom, we went to Powell's books where I spent too much money but I got a couple of wlw manga and a Judith Butler book among a few other things, and also we went to a vintage clothing store that seemed to have NO END but I bought one thing there, a lavender satin bathrobe, the short kind; the only thing wrong with it was that it's a bit faded in some places and it's a little small on me but it's a bathrobe, and it was like $26 AND 100% SILK)
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a question many astronauts have surely asked as well!
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these two squabbling but not actually fighting always sounds like flirting, it doesn't help that a split second after that screenshot, Catra actually smiles for a second
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Look. I love them.
Bow: "Adora, Catra's right" Everyone's eyes: go wide Bow: "...that felt weird to say"
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the startled noise they all make when he starts talking lolol
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but Catra has some flashes (from when she was in the hive mind) and says Krytis is a planet, nice. There's something there Horde Prime doesn't want them to know--so they head for Krytis, roll intro theme
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:O
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oh man they really did start changing this up every episode. Look at poor Perfuma's face.
Anyway on Krytis they find an old Horde ship and everyone else is trying to figure out what happened but poor Catra is remembering what it was like to be chipped :(
there's a cute moment when she notices her tail is all fluffy from fear and smooths it out before joining the others
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there's a "crack" video where Entrapta's little walk here is dubbed with a clip from an ancient Spiderman show's theme song
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ahaha
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LOOK AT HER the way Bow says this is so great
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POOR CATRA
Adora laughs longer than anyone else after Catra gets the helmet off and Catra blushes and smiles and everyone stands around not wanting the ruin the moment--and then Entrapta finds something and squeals and startles the shit out of everyone and it's SO GREAT
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Catra: "So, wait, the plan is to barge ahead into the structurally unsound building to find some mystery person that we know nothing about, in hopes that they somehow know how to defeat Horde Prime?"
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Bow: "You know, we were just gonna recklessly blast our way through that blockade until you stopped us. So this whole thing is basically your idea."
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Catra's starting to realize what DORKS they all are and that good-natured teasing is just part of the deal
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the GLEE with which they are including her
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I didn't mean to get a screenshot that makes it look like Adora is staring at Catra's butt, but(t) I'm not mad about it
Meanwhile, on Etheria:
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yikes
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"and yet we're still stuck with you?"
HAH
Back on Krytis Wrong Hordak is having an existential crisis as he realizes Horde Prime is not perfect
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Catra fuckin' slices a door into the wall
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Bow: dunno if that's safe Glimmer: yeah I'm not sure about this either Adora: MY GIRLFRIEND IS STRONK and has v sharp claws isn't she perfect
seriously tho Adora is BLUSHING
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Catra's face
Glimmer's too, actually
oh god it's the bit where Catra keeps sneezing at the spore things in the air and Bow is just like 🥺
Adora's reaction to this conversation is also priceless
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Anyway a second later, Catra leans on the wall and sinks into it, she shrieks and Adora yells "CATRA!!" and when they pull her out the wall starts sending out HUGE MURDER SPIKES
Back on Etheria:
Castaspella: "You said you had a plan. The only reason I'm following you is because if anyone would know about mind control, it's you." Shadow Weaver: "Mind control? Is that what they told you? No. My gifts were always far subtler."
I dunno, I think torturing kids is hardly "subtle." But abuse is often hard to spot while it's happening to you.
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y'know, like this shit
Okay in fairness she says she was less powerful as well and now he's chipped he's under control by the enemy and they're not strong enough to fight him
On Krytis, the Squad realizes they've gotten confused/turned around in the abandoned ship--"Isn't this where we started?!" There's a growling noise. The hallway somehow gets longer while they're walking in it. Creepy as fuck.
Oh and also it turns out Horde Prime and the First Ones fought over Krytis ages ago and Prime won but then abandoned the place anyway.
Entrapta: also there's someone right behind you
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yay i know who this is lol
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ALSO Catra insisting on protecting everyone is v cute
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also it took me three times to get this screenshot ahahaha
and when she tackles it they both disappear
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the audible PANIC
OH HEY i hit the image limit okay hold on
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Eyes and Ears
Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam
Summary: An AU where Barbara finds Jason instead of Bruce.
It's March and Jason's fifteen in this chapter.
Chapters: 31/?
Characters: Jason Todd, Barbara Gordon, Jim Gordon, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Sheila Haywood, Original Character(s)
Relationship(s): Jason Todd/Original Character(s), Past Barbara Gordon/Dick Grayson
Additional Tags: Canon Divergent AU, Older SIbling Barbara Gordon, Jason Todd-centric, Barbara Gordon is Oracle, Jason Todd is NOT Robin, Jason Todd Has Issues, Jason Todd Has a Crush, Adopted Siblings
Chapter Thirty-One: Brotherly
As the days turned to weeks, Jason started to wonder if he would ever go home. He was back in homeschool, he hadn't spoken to any of his friends since the trip, and Jim and Barbara still hadn't called. Dick was away on some sort of out-of-country mission. Dick left him in the care of Kory and sometimes Rachel depending on whichever one was home and not on a mission somewhere else. For the most part, he was alone.
He'd finally given up on waiting and stormed downstairs to take a car out of the tower when he ran into Dick, all battered and bruised. Donna and Wally were with him, and they all looked tired and beaten down. Dick shook his head at Jason. "Not now," Dick commanded. Dick's voice was harsh, and once Jason got past the momentary hurt he felt, he stood in front of Dick with his face all screwed up. "Not. Now." Dick repeated the words again, angrier than he had been just moments ago.
"Dick, relax," Wally whispered as he grabbed Dick's arm. Dick withdrew his arm from Wally violently without breaking eye contact with Jason.
"Jason now's really not the time," Donna warned him gently.
"I want to go home now," Jason replied.
"Jason, get upstairs—." Neither of them broke eye contact, and Dick grabbed Jason and carried him back to his room. Jason struggled and cursed at him. Dick put him down and took a deep breath before yelling, "Enough!"
Jason grew silent out of shock, but Dick was too upset to care. "You can't go home right now! I haven't heard anything from them! And I can't just send you back because I don't know if it's safe for you to go back!" Dick screamed. Jason stood there stiff and unmoving. "Stop blaming me for trying to do the best I can! I've got more important things to worry about!"
Jason didn't say anything. Dick slammed the door on his way out, and Jason sat down on the floor in tears. He hid his face as he cried, only to be interrupted by Donna knocking on the door before she entered. "Go away," Jason mumbled. Donna sat down on the floor across from him, and she touched his arm.
"He's not angry with you. Things went—."
"I don't care," Jason interrupted, still hiding his face.
"Jason, get cleaned up. I'll meet you downstairs in twenty minutes, okay?" Donna asked.
"I don't wanna go anywhere with you," Jason whispered.
"Well, then I'll stay right here," Donna whispered back as she nudged Jason. "What's wrong?"
"It's been two weeks," Jason whispered. Donna lay back on the floor and stared up at the ceiling. Jason looked up and sniffed before lying on the floor next to her. Donna pinched his cheek.
"Be patient. Your family will call," Donna reassured him. Jason didn't say anything. "A watched phone never rings... Maybe it's just time for you to refocus."
"And do what?" Jason asked. Donna tapped her chin.
"What do you want to do?" Donna questioned.
Jason made a noise. "I dunno..." He held his hands to his chest, wringing them as he stared up at the ceiling. "I never thought about my future before they came along... They're the first people outside of my mom to ever believe in me."
"Jason, I know it sounds childish, and you can say no to this... But maybe you should make them a card," Donna suggested.
"I'm almost sixteen—."
"Which means you have no excuse to make a shitty card. Take some time to plan. Put some thought into it," Donna interrupted as she traced non-existent stars on the ceiling.
"What are you doing?" Jason asked.
"Daydreaming," Donna answered. "Dick isn't mad at you. He's angry at the outcome of this mission... I think sometimes he forgets that—."
"I'm not a kid?" Jason asked.
"No, that you're not his little brother," Donna replied, "He can be a little harsh and impatient and temperamental at times, but from what I've seen, you're not that different." Jason turned to her, a little offended by her words. "It's true, and you both know it. That's why you both feel so stupid for how you acted in there. You're both wrong."
Jason looked back up at the ceiling. "I guess so," Jason replied.
Donna sat up. "I'm gonna go, but I hope to see you downstairs for lunch in a few," she replied as she got up and went back to his doorway. She stood there for a moment before leaving him alone in his room, and Dick came around not too long after to apologize.
"Jason?" Dick asked. "I hate—. I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry too," Jason whispered, "So you really don't know anything either?" Dick shook his head.
"I wanted to wait for them... But I don't know. It seems like it's been a long time, so I decided—." Dick turned and shut the door before joining Jason on the floor. "I decided to call... Right now." Dick took his phone out of his pocket and dialed a number before putting the phone on speaker. Jason sat up and stared at the phone as his heart raced.
It rang twice, and his shoulders dropped. "Dick, it's okay. You t—."
"Hello?" Barbara's voice answered. Jason couldn't speak. "Hello," Barbara's voice repeated.
"Barbara?" Jason whispered.
"Jason, hey... How are you?" Barbara asked. Her voice seemed far away.
"I wanna come and see you," Jason whispered. Barbara let out a breath before she burst into tears. "Barbara?"
"Who is this?" Jim's voice asked angrily.
"Pop?" Jason asked. He was near tears himself.
Jim sighed. "Jason, I'm sorry. It's been so hectic... How are you doing?" he asked.
"Is Barbara—?"
"She's alright. I just—. We didn't expect to hear from you," Jim interrupted, "We miss you..."
"Why didn't you call me?" Jason asked. Jim didn't answer for a while. "Do you not want me to come home—?"
"Jason, no. Listen, we're in the process of moving and figuring things out, and it's not that you fell to the wayside. It's that this a lot to handle emotionally. I can't be the dad I want to be right now, and—."
"I could take charge of the moving stuff and do school... I could even—."
"Jason, two more weeks, okay?" Jim requested. Jason's shoulders dropped. "Two more."
"Okay," Jason replied.
"Jason, I'm—."
"No, it's okay. It's fine. Dad, I gotta go," Jason lied as he hung up. Dick frowned, but instead of addressing it, he asked if Jason wanted to spar. Jason nodded.
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