#i forgot what my tag was supposed to be for these things.. whatever. i'll look up tomorrow

[a-s-levynn]

Okay i kinda want to elaborete on the idea behind my day 7 small offering. The line it is based on is

Caged and always provoked / By prey left unattended

(This is more of a thought excercise than a proper theory. Also i'm fairly certain it was discussed before by someone already but i don't know. I also refer to Sleep by male pronouns solely because in that one age old ST interview Vessel refers to Sleep that way and makes it easier for me.)

Out of context and to be fair even in context of the song, there is this pretty fun picture in with essentially Sleep being closed off from the world. The art i did is basically the ST rune/logo/sigil as a gate. And how the lines cross themselfs at the middle of it, it sort of makes it look like a closed gate.

What if it's not just keeping Vessel out, because gates go both ways. What if it's original purpose is to keep Sleep behind it? For some reason.

And Sleep needs Vessel to strenghten him (by geathering worshippers) to be able to cross the gate. Or something. I haven't got that far on that front. Back to the line at hand.

With Sleep supposedly being an entity watching over the realm of dreams, if we entertain the idea of him being closed off, or caged, than maybe he does not have direct access. Or not as much as he would want to.

Basically leaving prey unattended. And by prey i mean.. if Sleep feeds on emotions then like.. we all are kinda the prey.. and maybe mainly Vessel because he is supposed to be the conduit point. And if Sleep can't directly influence emotions to be strong, cannot tend to his "graden" (yes that is an other fun path that we could go on but not now) of people to dream, and induce the dreams with the most emotional impact then yeah. He sure gonna go for the next best thing. Find someone to use as a proxy. Que Vessel.

And i don't really know where i wanted to go with this idea if anywhere at all but it's out there now.

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook: 8:45 PM 🔞

Tags/Warnings: Adult, smut-heavy, making out, Idol!Jungkook, Fluff, Established Relationship, implied foreigner!Reader, not home AU though, Jungkook struggling hard, misunderstanding, angst with happy end, emotional smut, oral (fem. Receiving), protected sex bc this is me writing this and I teach you kids the true life lessons

Lenght: long.

AU-Masterlist

Languages are marked as English / Korean.

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He still can't believe your first time got interrupted by something as ridiculous as his manager calling him.

It's like a reminder that his career will always somehow wiggle itself between him and whatever happiness he tries to find outside of it- nothing ever truly personal for him, everything always meant to be well thought through so it fits into his public persona.

But he refuses to give you up, even knowing all of that.

Apologizing for it just feels.. odd now, like bringing up something awkward you did ten years ago that everyone forgot about anyway before you decided to rekindle the memory in their heads. But the problem here, right now, with you, is that he knows he should bring it up. Somehow. Because he's struggling hard to keep himself in check, even having had to embarrassingly rub one out in the shower this morning after you'd made yourself tea in his kitchen wearing nothing but a shirt and panties.

It's a problem.

He's hesitating to initiate anything now mainly because what if it happens again? He can't just put his phone on silent and ignore what could potentially always be very important calls from people who only want what's best for him in the long run- real life doesn't work like those movies where the protagonist throws it all away for his girl. He wants to, he truly does- but at the end of the day, he's also scared, because if he falls, he'll potentially take you down with him, and God knows how deep he'll fall with where he stands right now.

A drop from a height this high would shatter you inevitably, and he's sure he'd crack like delicate porcelain just as much by having to watch you suffer the consequences of his actions. You don't deserve that.

"..-ungkookie?" You try again, and he snaps out of his thought, looking at you.

"Hm?" He responds, looking at you next to him.

"I asked if you want me to cook for us tonight. Is that alright?" You wonder, and he nods, eagerly so, because of course he'd love to have you do something so domestic with him. He's always dreamed of being able to experience these things after all, despite his curse of being a public figure who's not supposed to appear unavailable. "Alright-!" You hum. "Gonna have to put pants on now though, gotta go get some groceries.." you whine under your breath as you stretch on the couch naked feet pushing against his thighs and oh, how your back arches-

No, bad brain. Not right now.

"I'll give you my card, hold on." He tries to save himself, getting up to fetch his wallet as you begin to laugh.

"Jungkook baby, I can cover some groceries, don't bother!" You argue softly, getting up as well before walking over to him. "You'll just have to survive some minutes without me, that's all." You tell him, hugging his middle as you put your chin on his chest, looking up at him. "Also, people would think I'm a gold digger for using a black card looking like.. well, me." You joke, as he can't help but reach out to affectionately brush some hair out your face, hands holding your cheeks.

"M'sorry." He mumbles, and you part a bit from him, serious at his tone of voice used.

"Hm? For what?" You wonder, and he sighs. Why did he bring it up now? This is going to be so awkward, he already dreads it. But now that he's put the noose around his neck, he might as well stand on the chair too.

"Yesterday. Or.. day before? Technically it was, wasn't it.." he rants, before sighing. "I hate that we.. had moment, you know, and then.. nothing. Ruined." He complains softly, and you can't help but look at him affectionately. He's such a soft soul sometimes, worries about so much that doesn't even need to be worried about.

"Jungkook, it's fine." You answer.

"Not fine-" he shakes his head. "Not fine, I- ugh, I want you, you know? Want to, but now, it's awkward and I don't know how to initiate it because every time I plan to I keep thinking of that moment he called and-" he groans in frustration, head thrown back before he looks down at you. "I'm sorry." He apologizes yet again, and you laugh.

"I forgot to pack socks for this trip, that's why I'm always barefoot in your apartment here." You say, and he blinks once, twice, before he looks at you, confused but amused the same.

"What?" He questions, tilting his head for a split second and you shrug.

"Now I've made an awkward moment for myself too. We're even." You explain, and he laughs.

"Thats not how that works-" he wants to argue but he inevitably leans down to kiss you- a peck quickly deepened by you, because God knows you want him just as much. But the struggle of initiating isn't solely his alone, because you don't know how to either. All is still new with your relationship, you don't even live together at this point in time, only a week more and you'll be back home trying to figure out how to move most of your stuff to his country so you can be closer. This was all a test, after all- to see if it's worth it. If you'll be okay.

And you know now, you'll be just fine with him at your side.

"Hm I need to get going now though-" you say, trying to escape him now- but he won't let you, hands firm on the small of your back as he keeps you against him, lips chasing yours making you giggle as you lean back as far as you can. "Jungkook!" You laugh, but he just playfully bites at your neck.

"No, I'm hungry." He mumbles against your skin, and you look at him, pushing against his chest.

"Yeah that's why I have to go? Get everything to cook?" You remind him, but he shakes his head, gaze making it clear that he doesn't care for that.

"Not.. that." He tells you. "Hungry for you." He says, raising his brows and you laugh at how ridiculous he's being. How can he be both so cute but also attractive at the same time? It's truly unfair.

"You're so cute." You tease, catching him off guard to escape his grasp and run into the bedroom to get some proper pants at least. But he's faster, palm slapping flat against the wood of his door before the momentum of his move slams it into the wall with a loud noise, making both of you jump for a second before he stalks towards you.

And once the backs of your legs hit the edge of his bed, you know you lost.

It's like his patience had finally snapped, his hands eagerly helping you out of his shirt, happily running his palms over your skin, warm and soft as you move around a bit to get comfortable. He sighs when his phone vibrates somewhere close- probably having fallen out of his pocket on the couch earlier, and you laugh, visibly uncaring of his misery. "Go get it." You tell him when it sounds again, and he groans out loudly as if he's in pain, angrily stomping back into the living room, where you can hear him answer the call with an annoyed tone to his voice. It surprises you when he walks back into the bedroom however, pointing to the shirt you're attempting to put back on, before he motions for you to put it back on the floor where he'd thrown it down earlier.

Just what is he thinking right now?

"Yeah, that's fine." He talks into the phone, his free hand untying the strings of your sweatpants, before he pulls on the hem, tapping your hips as if to silently ask you to lift them so he can get you out of those pants. "Not right now, but tomorrow is fine." He continues to talk to whomever is speaking to him over the phone, while simultaneously running his hand from the side of your knee, up to the hem of your underwear, the last item of clothing covering you at the moment. It's oddly exciting to see him so serious, yet clearly more focused on you than anything else.

You've never felt so adored before.

His fingers slip underneath the side of your panties, teasing you, so close yet way too far from where you'd like his hands to be most right now. And he's clearly aware of it too; if the hooded eyes and the small smirk on his lips was anything to go by. "No, right now.. I'm pretty busy. Sorry." He speaks again into the phone, thumb running over the dip between your inner thigh and your by now more than aching heat. He runs his tongue over his bottom lip for a second, before the whole thing visibly seems to edge him just as much- then tent in his pants evident.

"Alright, yeah, just- text the schedule to me and I'll talk to you tomorrow about it, okay?" He offers into the phone, moving to stand up and search for something in the drawer of his bedside table- colorful foil package pretty obviously hinting at what he means when he's said he's currently busy. "Alright, hmhm, yup- bye." He rushes out, ending the call before he throws his phone somewhere onto the shirt you'd been wearing, his eyes rolling in an annoyed manner before he takes off his own shirt, joining you on the bed.

"Did you really hang up on him like that?" You wonder, giggling when he has to sit back to slip out of his loose grey sweats as well, jumping on one foot for a bit as his other gets stuck in the fabric for a second.

"I'm not sorry." He shakes his head, crawling closer to you on the mattress to get a hold of both sides of your panties. "I've got my hot girlfriend all pretty and ready, no one can ever blame me for being needy." He shrugs, shaking his hair out of his face before he tries to pull your underwear off. "Hey come on now!" He whines almost, a stark contrast to the tattooed, muscled appearance of him currently already flushed and fully erect, straining against the cotton of his own underwear.

"Needy." You tease, and suddenly, as if you'd pushed a button, as he suddenly pulls on the fabric with more determination, successfully getting rid of the item of clothing with a gaze that screams fake innocence. Jungkook isn't new to sex, and neither are you- but it's the first time doing it with each other, which naturally places a bit of pressure onto you.

Or maybe it usually should be like that- because somehow, it all comes naturally.

When his hand finds your heat, you're already melting underneath his gaze, no words spoken as he leans further over you, catching your lips again. Only that this time, he truly seems hungry; no longer offering you fleeting pecks but desperate kisses that try and convey just how much he wants you right now. He knows that he could never truly make it clear to you though- because he himself doesn't even know if that's possible.

He's never wanted anyone so bad.

And while usually not too fond of it, his need to prove himself as the perfect lover- emotionally and physically- makes him detach himself from you for a second, before he adjusts his position, leaning down to have you lay your legs over his shoulders, hands holding your thighs apart as he lays his mouth onto your heat.

It's an entirely new experience for you, and he knows.

But luckily, if your Impatient whining was anything to go by, you're definitely enjoying yourself as he flattens his tongue over your sensitive nerves, eyes focused on you while he has to use a little strength to keep your legs apart, especially when you grow close to your first orgasm. He's eager to see it, moving away to gain a better view before one of his hands finishes the job, gaze on you as you arch your back and come undone from his actions.

And its now that he really can't take it any longer.

"Fuck I need you." He curses under his breath, finally getting rid of the last item of clothing he still had on until now, no need to give his length any form of help to get ready for you. He can't help but groan a little under his breath at how sensitive he feels, rushing the act of wrapping the condom over as to not rile himself up too much.

After all, he wants to be inside you for his own orgasm, no matter what.

"Hm I'll go slow, ok?" He asks, and you nod, hands reaching out for him, making him chuckle. "You're cute." He comments, earning a roll of your eyes in return. He lets it go for now- giving you a pass this time, but only because be truly feels needy now.

He'd love to tease you a little, make you all whiny and desperate for him, but right now, he just wants you as close as he physically can get.

Though in his haste to get onto his own road towards pleasure, he never forgets you- pride swelling as he watches you hold onto him, wanting him just as much as he wants you. He's a little sweaty already, and the sheetsbare tangled badly at this point from all your squirming, arousal already staining some parts of them but right now he really can't bring himself to care.

He uses one of his hands to aid him in finding your entrance, positioning himself to carefully push himself inside, and at this point, he just feels as if he truly became one with you. It's the last key experience in a way he's had to have with you, and now that he's in exactly that moment, things start to feel real.

"I love you." He almost whispers into your neck while he starts to move. "I'm.. so grateful you're here." He tells you, hips moving at a steady pace. "I want you to.. stay forever." He almost asks, in a way, and while you can't give him an answer to that right now, you probably will later.

After you're back with the normal thinking human beings, because right now, with his pace and strength gaining as he chases his high, your head is definitely unable to form thoughts.

In a way, he loves the sight of you like this. It's awfully sinful, a sight only he wants to ever be able to see, no one else.

He can't control his own noises at this point, uncaring of his groans of pleasure as he chases after his peak, noticing you growing antsy as well, visibly eager to cum as well. And he will make sure you'll get your attention as well- he'd never let you down, ever.

And with his hand reaching in between you both to find where he needs to be, you're gone and out; head thrown back into the pillows while he pushes himself in deep, condom filling with his seed while he slows down into almost no movement at all.

Catching his breath, he leans down to you to kiss you once more, ticking of his clock on the bedside table coming back into the background noise, as well as the cars outside from the opened window, and your breathing underneath him. His senses return one by one as he pulls himself out, moving to get rid of the condom and start the shower.

"Come on." He asks, tapping your thigh, but you just whine all grumpy at him. "Noo get up, get up- the bed's all messy and we're too.!" He laughs, all energized from his own afterglow, while you seem to be the exact opposite, having to be physically pulled into a sitting position by your wrists. Jungkook himself can't help but simply laugh, before he takes matters into his own hands, lifting you up over his shoulder-

And of course, landing a loud smack onto your butt for good measure.

[have-you-seen-my-sanity]

Their comfort zone

Jake Lockley x afab!reader

Summary: Jake tried to re-establish connection with Steven's former steakhouse date. She was mean to them and now Jake seeks comfort in you.

Cw/triggers: Comfort, fluff, one or two curse words.

This has been requested via pm and wishes to stay anonymous. :)

"Wait, Dylan. Give Steven another chance, he didn't–"

"No. Whatever freakshow goes on in your head, I've already told you. Lose. My. Number!"

Jake took a breath. "Come on, I just told you about us."

There was a short sigh, then the call ended.

-

Jake slumped back, taking a moment to process the nerve wrecking call.

After a minute he dials another number - yours.

"Hi Jake." came your soft voice which made him smile.

"Hey there. Listen... I just had a rollercoaster of a call.. can I come over for a bit to clear my mind?" Jake's voice was soft, almost broken.

You've never experienced Jake this sad, only his tough, calm and menacing side, so this is a surprise.

"Of course, Jake. Is everything alright?"

"I'll explain everything once I'm there. Thanks by the way." He had a genuine smile on his face for your understanding.

Jake ended the call, getting dressed in his usual attire and his trusty hat.

It wasn't long until Jake knocked on your door.

When you opened it, Jake had a small smile on his face, not wanting to come off too hurt.

"Hey, thanks for letting me stop by."

You smile. "You know I'm always there for you guys." you stepped to the side, inviting him in.

While Jake made himself comfortable in your living room, you were in the kitchen, making tea.

Once you returned, you put both mugs down on the coffee table. "I know you guys prefer black coffee except Steven, but I thought tea might be better." you chuckle softly.

Jake smiled widely at you, taking his mug. "No it's completely fine. The tea is actually the right thing I need rightnow."

You sat down beside him on the couch, sipping on your tea. "So, what do you wanna talk about?"

"Well," Jake started, "you know the woman Steven was supposed to go on a date at the steakhouse?"

"Yeah. The one he accidentally forgot." you nod.

"Exactly," Jake gave a curt nod, "so, I called her, wanting to make her forgive us and give Steven another chance."

"What did she say?"

Jake sipped on his tea. "She was a total bitch about it, not letting me finish talking."

He continued. "She was so mean to us. Poor Steven was so done with her and Marc tried reasoning too, but she kept insulting us." Jake sighed.

Putting your mug down, you scoot closer to him, wrapping your arm around his shoulders. "Jake, she wasn't worth it. You all deserve better." you smile softly.

Jake put his hat down. "Really? You think that? I just want to be there for Steven and Marc."

"Yes I think that," you began running your fingers through his hair, making Jake lean into your touch, "you three deserve nothing but the best." you say gently.

Jake closed his eyes, smiling. "Holy shit, hearing you like that... I think we are falling for you."

You giggle. "Even Marc and Steven?"

"Even Marc and Steven." Jake admits softly, wrapping his arms around you.

Jake pulled back, looking at you with a soft expression. "Hey, do you mind if we stay for tonight?" his tone was sincere.

You smile. "Yes, of course!"

"Thanks, mi amor." Jake hugged you tighter, the three of them are looking forward on spending the night with someone who could understand them - you.

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[boy-comics]

RENT-FREE

── .✦ pairing; ♭form!o.de x gn!reader

── .✦ summary; chance leads you to oh seungmin. something else leads to you stay.

── .✦ word count; ~4.7k

── .✦ tags; swearing, mentioned family issues, discussions of death, fluff, hurt/comfort, romantic tension, roommates to friends to lovers(??), seungmom™, takes place in the "real" world

── .✦ a/n; ahahaha (lying in a ditch)

After graduating, getting a job, moving out, and doing all the other things one needs to do to be considered a real adult, you realize something: pride, that bright, delicate thing that you've clung to all these years, means very, very little.

"I don't think that's a good idea."

"It's just until I find another apartment. I won't even argue with him anymore, Mama—"

"Honey, I'm sorry, but you should know why I can't trust you to do that."

You stare at your phone screen, the call time climbing up ever slowly. Your mother continues talking, her voice tinny through the speaker, trying to soothe your irritation without giving in, but you can feel your thoughts growing pricklier and pricklier with each reasoning.

Just kick him out for a little while, you want to yell at her, don't you care about your own kid having a roof over their head? Why choose that deadbeat over me?

"So what am I supposed to do, then, Mama? My roommate's gone and I can't pay rent all on my own. I don't know what to do."

"I don't know either. I'll ask around and see if anyone can help you out. But this is adulthood, honey; things like this happen, and you just need to figure out what to do."

If you could afford it, you'd throw your phone against the wall.

"… I know. Thanks, Mama. Talk to you later."

"Make sure to eat, honey."

Pressing the end call button, you drop your phone on your bed and scream into your pillow.

—

What you end up doing, all by yourself, is break your lease early and shoulder the penalty fees. Then you pack up what little belongings you have and camp out at an old classmate's place (just until your next paycheck at the most, you had promised), and work and search for apartments and search for roommates and sleep and eat and work again.

Your mother calls just as you're looking up motel prices. You don't want to pick up, but again, pride means very, very little.

"Hi, Mama."

"Hi. Are you still looking for a place?"

"Yep."

"Okay, good. I was talking to Oh Seungmin's mother. You remember him, don't you? You went to the same high school. He was on the basketball team."

Your brow furrows. "Oh Seungmin?"

"So you do remember him."

"… Yes."

You're sure he doesn't remember you, though. Oh Seungmin had always belonged to a different crowd than yours, a really different crowd, even if you did walk to and from the same neighborhood together for a brief time. If your mother is suggesting what you think she's suggesting, you must be thinking wrong, somehow.

"He lives somewhere near where you work. His mother talked to him, and he's willing to let you stay with him until you find something more permanent."

You blink.

"Honey? What do you think?"

"I—uh." Your cursor continues to hover over the room price typed in bold on your laptop, and as you absorb what has just been offered, it drifts down to the corner of the screen. "How much would I need to pay?"

"Ah. I forgot to ask. She gave me his number to give to you just in case, though, so just ask him. It's—"

You type down the number and save it, praying to whatever lives upstairs that this isn't the beginning of some awful cosmic joke.

—

You move into Oh Seungmin's place on a late Sunday morning in May.

"Do you need help unpacking?"

"No, it's okay." You gesture vaguely at your suitcase, backpack, and laundry basket of bed things. "This is it."

Seungmin nods, his eyes flitting between the three things containing your entire life. There is a smile on his face, small and polite but awkward, like he's entertaining a surprise guest despite having expected you for the past three days. "Oh, okay. Cool."

You smile back, just as awkward. This Seungmin is slightly different from what you remember. High school Seungmin was more outgoing, a star athlete and the dream of every girl in your class. In this small apartment in the shadier part of the city, he seems more subdued, a little lonelier around the edges. Or maybe that's only because it's you.

He is still absurdly good-looking, though.

"I didn't know if you were okay with the couch or a futon mattress, so both are out. I have extra pillows if you need them … you don't have a closet, so we could buy a foldable one or something and put it in the corner if you want."

"I'm okay with the futon mattress. And it's fine—I'll just keep things in my suitcase. I won’t be in your hair for long, anyway."

"All right." His fingers tap an oddly controlled rhythm along the side of his thigh—not that you were already looking, you just catch the movement at the edge of your vision—and then he clears his throat. "Well, I'll let you get your stuff unpacked. I made some curry rice so we can eat afterwards. Hopefully you'll like it. I think you told me it was your favorite, once, a long time ago."

Some of the ice on your tongue melts.

"It still is."

His smile cracks open a bit wider, a bit more genuinely. "Really? Nice. I'll get everything set up, then."

"I'll be quick."

The living room and the kitchen are squeezed together with no divider, so you are graced with the ambiance of clinking ceramic bowls and silverware while you set your things out to organize them. The faint smell of curry and rice that you had detected when you had first stepped foot into this home intensifies with the sound of the microwave running.

Eating lunch with Oh Seungmin is a simple affair that grows more comfortable with time. You go over the house rules and contributions again, and it's funny, you find, the way the two of you agree on things so easily despite not having talked in years. Then again, it is only the first day.

"There is one thing, though," Seungmin says, taking your plate along with his to rinse them in the sink. "I have a synthesizer and record a lot of music for work. I'll keep my door closed, but if you're here and it bothers you, just tell me. I'll use headphones."

"Oh," you say, surprised. You don't remember Seungmin having a strong interest in music. A synthesizer. That's interesting. "Okay, I'll let you know." A thought hits you and you ask conversationally, "Do you use ♭form at all?"

You don't have an account yourself, having put it off time and time again. Conversation, that's all you had intended. But as soon as you mention ♭form, it's like the shutters close, and Seungmin's tone shifts from open and friendly into something strange and even guarded.

"Sometimes. Just the audience and solo modes, though."

He changes the subject after that. Of course, you still can't help but wonder for the rest of the day, especially when he disappears into his room for the rest of the afternoon, strange and beautiful music trickling out from underneath the door.

—

Seungmin tells you that it's been a while since he's had people stay over, but despite his modesty, you find him to be a wonderful roommate.

"Are you done using the glass cleaner?"

"Yeah, it's in here."

Heading to the bathroom, you spot Seungmin dutifully spraying the shower with cleaner and hold your breath, grabbing the glass cleaner from its place on the floor and stepping back out quickly.

"Did you find it?"

"Yeah, it was right there," you say.

He turns around to check, and you can't help but grin. Standing like that in the bathroom, he almost looks like a harried mom, old baggy shirt tucked into equally worn sweatpants, hair messy, a mask covering the lower half of his face and large yellow gloves covering his hands. When he raises his eyebrows, you snort.

"What?"

"You look like a mom."

"Finish your chores," he says sternly, even waggling his head, and you laugh again before leaving to wipe the windows.

Cleaning day is surprisingly mellow in your temporary home. Seungmin has the bathroom and his bedroom while you take the kitchen and living room, and you're both quite efficient. The initial awkwardness at the beginning has eased significantly over the past week, and if you were feeling optimistic, you'd say that the two of you are friendlier now than you were as students—even if he does spend a lot of time in his room.

"Hey, you wanna do something after this?" Seungmin calls out. You hear the shower turn on, followed by the sound of water splashing over the walls.

"Like what?"

"We could shoot some hoops."

"Ha-ha, that's funny."

"Well, now we have to go shoot some hoops." You make a face, and even though he can't see it, Seungmin tacks on, "I'll buy you garlic cheese bread after."

"How many?"

"One plus one more for each basket you make."

Well. That's an offer you can't refuse. "Deal."

"Okay. After I clean the toilet, I'm gonna shower and then we can head out."

You finish vacuuming and mopping the floors by the time he comes out of the bathroom, hair toweled to a curly dampness and no longer smelling like bleach. He looks like a young, fashionable man again, and you think that it might have been a little easier to talk to him when he was masked up and rubber-gloved.

"Ready?"

"I'll still get one free garlic cheese bread even if I miss all the shots, right?"

"Yes, but you can't be that bad at basketball."

"Try me."

There's a basketball court about ten minutes away from the apartment complex that Seungmin frequents. There's another one that's closer, newer, but upon passing by and asking about it, you're told that he avoids that court because it's too popular.

"Isn't it better to play with a group of people?" you question.

He shrugs, head turning away from you. "I just like to do my own thing when I'm here."

(It strikes you as a bit odd, but you keep that thought to yourself.)

"We're here." Seungmin dribbles the ball for a few seconds, then passes it to you. "You remember some stuff from gym class, don't you?"

"I mean, yeah, but that doesn't mean I can do it," you retort, passing the ball back. "Why don't you give an example and I copy it?"

Your companion turns and promptly shoots the basketball towards the hoop. It cuts a majestic arc through the air before falling through the hoop with a devastatingly clean swoosh.

You stare as he jogs down to fetch the ball, returning with a self-satisfied grin. "Okay, well, don't expect that kind of technique from me. I'm fine with my one bread."

"No, I'm going to make sure you get at least two. Here." Seungmin comes closer, plopping the basketball into your outstretched palms. "Just dribble it a little and pass it back and forth so you can get the feel for it."

You slowly bounce the ball on the concrete. It's haphazard, coming back up at different angles with no discernible rhythm, but you can actually keep it up for more than ten seconds. Clapping his hands, Seungmin shouts encouragement and gestures for you to pass it to him.

"What were you talking about? You're fine at this." The ball travels between the two of you several times before he points to the hoop. "Try to shoot."

Emboldened, you cradle the basketball in your dominant hand and stare up at the hoop. Aiming at the backboard, you launch it with a quiet grunt.

The ball hits the rim and shoots off to the side.

"... That's okay, that's okay! Try again."

You feel like the kid winning a pity prize at school. It really shouldn't be a big deal, with you being a whole-ass adult and all, but you can't prevent the frustration that roils up anyway as Seungmin tosses the ball back to you.

"I'm just going to miss."

"You won't know unless you try, right?"

When you roll your eyes at his sage-like wisdom, he sighs, circling around to stand behind you.

His arms come around to adjust yours into the right position, and you nearly choke on your own spit.

"Keep your shooting arm close." He taps the inside of your foot with the toe of his shoe. "Feet shoulder width apart, knees bent, 'cause the power comes from your legs. Your other hand is just there to guide. And follow through."

His voice is soft against your ear. You swallow dryly, only daring to breathe again when he steps away.

Oh, no.

"That easy, huh?" you croak, bending your knees.

"If you want it to be."

You shoot the ball. It soars upward—downward—hits the backboard, rolls along the orange rim and falls through the net.

You and Seungmin stare for a moment. Then Seungmin nudges you with his elbow and holds out his fist.

"Yo, yo, yo! Good job, [Y/n]-ssi!"

Your eyes roll again as you bump fists with him, but it's bashful this time, and you hate how exposed it makes you feel. "You're a literal mom and dad rolled into one."

"Does that make you my offspring?"

"Sure would beat being the offspring of my actual parents." You wince as soon as the joke leaves your mouth.

"Oh."

Seungmin blinks, and laughs a bit, but it's so obviously unsure that everything that's been going so right today veers into complete fuckup territory.

You dig your hands into your pockets and scuff your shoes. "... Sorry. Shitty joke."

"Ah, it's fine ..."

And yet, neither of you say anything more.

Shit.

While you rub your arms, hobbling towards the basketball rolling steadily towards the grass, you hear Seungmin follow. The scrape of his shoes against the asphalt peters out as you pick up the ball, and when you turn around, he's regarding you carefully. You find an interest in the words stamped onto the basketball.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asks.

"Not really." You spin the ball in your hands. "I mean, it's not like you never knew, and nothing's really changed, and that's why I'm here in the first place. So."

Seungmin nods slightly and hums, scratching his nose.

"I didn't mean to kill the mood."

"No," he says immediately, "don't worry about anything like that. You're good company."

You look at Seungmin. He stares back, and for a brief moment, you remember a boy with the same dark eyes, under a similar sky, sitting with you at the corner of a convenience store after school because you didn't want to go home.

"Oh. Okay."

"You wanna try for a third garlic cheese bread?"

"Nah, you kinda killed the vibe with all that mushy gushy stuff."

Seungmin hisses through his teeth when you punch his shoulder. "Damn."

"Only joking. Can we go now, though? I'm hungry."

"Yeah, sure."

—

In the brief interludes where neither of you have anywhere to be, you and Seungmin inevitably gravitate towards one another. That's what happens when people get along, you guess, though it's been so long that it surprises you when Seungmin actually joins you on the couch with a tub of popcorn.

"That for me?"

"That for us," he corrects as you press play on the laptop and settle back into the cushions. "Is the volume high enough?"

"Oh." You lean forward again. "Now it is."

Seungmin had been neutral at best towards pirating a horror movie from five years ago—he could take them or leave them, depending on the quality—but you had cited its several awards and didn't want to watch it alone, so here he was, ready to pass judgment on your choice.

"Don't scream too loudly," he gibes as the music drops to a low simmer, "or the neighbors will complain."

You scoff, grabbing a handful of popcorn. "I'm right here if you need a shoulder to cry on, Seungmin-ssi."

Thirty minutes into the movie, both of you swallow your words.

You'd taken it as a sign of good taste that multiple reviews had credited Come Into My Head as providing nightmare fuel for weeks, but now you realize that good taste may not be in your best interest. Not when you're shaking like a leaf next to your roommate, who is sitting stiffly, nearly stone-like.

When the killer jumps out, both of you let out a shriek that triggers angry thumping from above.

"Shitshitshit." Another jump scare slashes across the screen, and you leap out of your skin when Seungmin's hand clamps down on your arm. "SHIT."

"Y-You're making my arm numb," you whisper, but you make no move to pry him off, eyes glued to the screen.

"Sorry—"

When the lead actor screams, you can't take it anymore and suffocate Seungmin's arm between your own, smashing your face into his shoulder with a pathetic whimper.

... Unfortunately, said shoulder ends up being so warm and muscular that you sober up from your fear-drunkeness long enough to be overcome with embarrassment.

"Uh." Your action seems to have the same effect on Seungmin, whose grip immediately loosens.

"I'm sorry," you blather, starting to pull away. "I swear I'm not trying to—"

"It's fine," Seungmin interrupts. "I, uh, don't mind if you don't. I'm kind of terrified right now?"

"Me too."

"Yeah."

"Yeah."

The corners of his lips quirk upward. If it weren't for the gory, red lighting of the movie illuminating his face, and if you weren't so sure of his opinion on you, you would think that Oh Seungmin was blushing.

Yeah. You lean back until you're pressed against Seungmin once more, arms wrapped around his and shoulder pressing shoulder. His right hand reaches around to squeeze yours with every on-screen death and you can feel each joint of each finger over your own. I'm terrified.

—

It takes two whole weeks before shit hits the fan.

It had been an unexpectedly warm day, so you had decided to impulse buy some ice cream bars on the way back from work. Seungmin would appreciate it, being cooped up in the apartment with his synthesizer. You haven't been able to catch him outside his room for the past day. Maybe you could hang out and talk in the kitchen while you polished off one or two ice cream bars.

Sticking the box of chocolate-coated vanilla in the freezer, you quietly walk over to Seungmin's bedroom and examine the doorknob. There's no Do Not Disturb sign hanging from it, and it's not locked, which you take as the go-ahead to knock.

"Seungmin-ssi, I got ice cream."

You wait. No reply.

Frowning, you press your ear against the door, wondering if he's working on some music, but you don't hear anything. Of course, he could be using headphones for some reason.

"Hello?" You knock and then call for him once more, making sure to be loud. "Hey, I'm coming in."

With that, you enter his room.

Nothing seems out of place. That is, until you see Seungmin hunched over on the edge of his bed, hands trembling and forehead drenched with sweat.

"Seungmin!"

Stumbling over your feet to rush over, you grab ahold of his shoulders and shake him. Seungmin jolts and shivers, then looks up with wide, glazed eyes, and it frightens you so badly you reach up to grab his face. It feels cold.

"Hey. Hey! What happened?!"

He stares up at you, completely vacant, and then he finally blinks. It seems to trigger something because he starts gasping for breath, clutching your wrists as he registers your presence.

"What happened?" you repeat, voice cracking from the volume.

He winces. "I dunno," he rasps, wetting his lips. "I think we ... I think we broke the system?"

The use of we raises a flag in your mind, but considering the present circumstances, you put that aside for now. For all you know, his brain could be fried like an egg and churning out nonsense. "Broke what system?"

He looks down.

You follow his gaze. There is a pair of strange glasses on the floor by his feet. Hesitantly, as if you might get burned, you pick them up.

Upon inspection, you notice '♭form' faintly etched into the frames. There's a button on top of the left hinge, but nothing happens when you press it. Frowning, you press it again, only to curse when something neon red fizzles briefly across the lenses. Then it’s dead once more.

"Oh," you murmur dumbly. You look at him again.

Seungmin's lips press together, eyes still fixed on the glasses, and he swallows. His gaze then moves to you and the emptiness of it slowly ebbs away.

He is silent, despondent, and he takes a moment before he tells you something so sincerely it stuns you.

"That was the only place where I mattered."

And, truthfully, it feels like he's slapped you across the face.

You gape at him, throat suddenly tight, and when he continues to sit without another word, you shut your mouth so violently your jaw tingles.

The strange behavior makes sense now. The brief periods of dullness after leaving his room, the rare but suspicious checking out from conversations, the obsession with music. You had overlooked these things because the moments between them had been some of the best you’ve ever had. They had mattered to you.

Apparently, he had never felt the same way.

"You don't think you matter here?" you say, numb. Your grip tightens around the glasses. "What was the fucking point of all this, then?"

His brow furrows. "… What do you mean?"

It feels like prying open the shell of a living creature, exposing everything that's meant to be kept safely hidden away. You do not know why the living creature is you and not Seungmin. You don't know why Seungmin makes it so damn easy to spill your guts, revealing the self-centered and bitter parts of you that drive everyone else away.

"Do I not matter either?" you ask.

The sound of your own voice, angry and trembling, immediately disgusts you. You bite your tongue and turn away.

"What? Hey, that's not—"

"Nevermind. Forget it."

As you head straight for the door, you have this grand idea in your head that you're going to storm out of the apartment, spend a few hours blowing off some steam, and then return to pack up your stuff and stop adding to Seungmin's misery. But that would require you to be faster than Seungmin, and for his apartment to be large enough to create enough distance between you and him.

Reality unfolds as such: you getting one foot across the doorway, Seungmin grabbing your wrist, and you stopping far too quickly.

"That's not what I meant at all. I'm sorry, I'm just—just let me explain."

"I'm a little too pissed off to listen nicely, Seungmin-ssi."

"That's fine. As long as you believe me." When you look back at him, he squeezes your wrist. "Please stay."

He's pleading. His hand is clammy. And because your pride means so little, and because you have become so horribly attached—you stay.

You let him lead you back into his room to sit on his bed. You stay, and you listen as he starts from the very beginning.

By the time he's done, having explained the train, the fighting, the surreal time loop his band had just broken after what had seemed like days, you are just about ready to break down.

"So you're telling me that you've been wanted by ♭form for the past year?" you say, throat dry, and Seungmin nods. "What would've happened to you here if you died in there?"

"I don't know. All I know is that the pain sticks after I log off."

The pain sticks. Good god. You lean over and hold your head in your hands, feeling nauseous. "Seungmin-ssi, that's not okay. What the fuck."

"I'm sorry," he murmurs. "I didn't think you would be this upset if you found out."

"Of course I would? I live with you? Do you know how traumatizing it would be to come back from work and find out you're brain dead? Like, fuck," you laugh, feeling your lungs constrict, "oh, my god, what if I lost you?"

Seungmin is quiet. Then he says, almost whispering, "Lost me?"

The disbelief in his echo causes you to close your eyes. Everything is coming out now. You can feel them bubbling over, crawling out from between your ribs, thoughts and confessions that you have stuffed down for fear that they would be ridiculed.

He utters your name, the end of it curling upward in bewilderment.

"Seungmin-ssi." You take a deep breath. "You're kind, and caring, and the first person in actual years who I felt actually gave a shit about me. If something happened to you, I ... part of me would probably die too, I think."

It's too hot in his room. Your vision goes blurry, and you feel your nose start to burn. You sniffle. Hands falling into your lap, you dig your nails into the fabric of your uniform pants. You're sweaty and teary and miserably cracked open, and it's hot, and all you can do is sit and wait for his response.

Beside you, Seungmin shifts in place.

Then two arms wrap around you, warmth upon warmth, a cheek resting against the side of your head as he holds you.

"I didn't know you felt that way about me," he breathes. "I'm sorry for being so reckless with myself. I was ... I was wrong."

Your tears start to fall onto his shoulder. "Don't leave me."

"I won't. I'm here." His hand ghosts up and down your back, the barest of tremors in his fingers. "You matter to me, too. So, so much."

Oh. A sob escapes your lips.

You're so selfish. Selfish for having him comfort you after what he went through in ♭form, selfish for dirtying his shoulder with your tears, selfish for feeling this way about him after so little time.

Selfish for wanting to stay.

You tighten your grip on the back of his shirt. Seungmin hums. He pulls away just slightly to look at your face, and you almost tear up again when he wipes the wetness from your cheeks with his thumbs, his eyes glossier than normal.

"I'm sorry," you croak as he does so, reaching up to touch the dark circles under his eyes. "I didn't even check if you were okay. Are you okay?"

He chuckles a bit wetly, hugging you again. "I'm better now. Thanks for asking."

"Do you need water?"

"I'll get some in a few minutes. Don't worry."

"It's hot. I came in to ask if you wanted ice cream. I bought a box from the store."

"Oh, you did?"

Neither of you move, bodies pressed close, intertwined. You are buried in his scent.

"We can have them now," you offer, with effort, "if you want."

"Is that what you want?"

You bite your lower lip. "... If it makes you feel better."

His mouth presses against your temple. Against it, he admits, "It is hot. But ..."

He does not finish that sentence. But you understand, and something blooms, trembling, in your chest.

"Maybe later," you finish drowsily.

Leaning into him further, you hear his soft agreement, his hands stroking down your arms with a surety that had not been present before. He keeps you here, with him, real and breathing, living.

You are not alone. And neither is he.

Thank you for accepting me. Thank you for loving my prideless self. I'm glad we exist here, in this world, together.

[hellaverseconfessions1369420]

Long confession ahead, apologies in advance.

Look, I don't get heated about shipping. I like what I like, and I look at things I like. If I don't like whatever someone is posting, I'll filter the tags, and if they aren't using the tags appropriately, I will block them. It's fairly easy for me to avoid ships I personally dislike most of the time. I do all of the things I'm supposed to, and yet I'm still having this problem.

There is one singular ship on God's green earth that kills all of my enjoyment for both of the characters involved, and it is radioapple. I have never felt such strong emotions about any other ship before in any of the fandoms I'm part of. It's fucking everywhere. I genuinely cannot use this website if I want to see Lucifer or Alastor fanart/fanfic, and I'm not moving sites.

But God. I'm so fucking sick and tired of seeing "this post contains filtered content: #radioapple." When S1 first came out, I counted 37 blocked posts in a row on top of #Alastor on one given day. I had to scroll through 37 blocked fucking posts before I found ONE that wasn't about fucking radioapple. And that isn't counting all the OTHER Alastor ships, because of course that's all anyone gives a shit about anymore.

I'm on mobile, so I can't use browser extensions to make Tumblr's filtering system actually do what I want it to (delete every radioapple post, forever). I also don't feel like buying a laptop for fucking Tumblr. I've been getting back into HH after falling out of it for a while for related reasons, and I forgot how much angrier and more unhappy I am coming out of #Alastor or (to a lesser extent) #Lucifer than when I went in. Which is super awesome considering they're my two faves.

I wish I was kidding when I say I have actually cried real tears more than once over this. I'm aroace, and I thought maybe for once I'd get to feel at least a little bit included and represented in fandom as a whole. I thought having a canon aroace character would be that for me, at least one tag I could semi-comfortably browse and feel like I'm actually part of shit and not a spectator for once, but obviously not. I don't even get to look at fanart of a character I enjoy without being constantly reminded of how different and alone I am, even when that character is different in exactly the same way as me. Even characters like Alastor that are written to be like me aren't written for me. Because why would anyone create anything for someone like me to enjoy when they could instead jam a little more sex and romance in there?

I once scrolled through #Alastor blocking all the radioapple posters for so long that I reached the bottom of the page. Tumblr would not show me any more posts and I had to reload it. I blocked 209 different blogs, and it barely made a dent. 209. I can't curate my way out of this. I genuinely think I just don't get to like those characters anymore, and it fucking sucks. I want my deer man back.

TL;DR: I cannot enjoy these characters I deeply relate to with how prevalent and fucking inescapable this one ship is, and I'm not sure how to fix it. Frankly I'm not sure it's fixable, but I would love it if this wasn't something else I just don't get to have like everyone else. Someone tell me what to do about this. I want to have fun too.

I understand why you would think that. I’m probably aroaceflux and I can see some alastor in me (aroacewise, not serial killer wise) and why you wouldn’t want to see the ships you don’t like. Unfortunately that’s how many fandoms work, they’ll just keep shipping.

to be honest, I don’t know what to say, but thanks for the confession and I hope things get better for you

[thegoodthebadthealternative]

The Good, The Bad, and The Alternative: a homestuck fanfiction. Chapter 34, an excerpt:

"Well, that sounds better than no plan, I suppose," Kanaya agreed. "We'll take a table far enough away that you don't feel like we're hovering."

"And we'll keep an eye out for you going mister cool guy mode if you flub too many open and honest type behaviors," Vriska added.

"Goddamnit, you were eavesdropping." Dave sighed, swinging his legs up so he could sit on the counter sideways, able to see both of them. "Was there any part of this convo that actually stayed private?"

"I could lie if it makes you feel better," Vriska said, shoving her hand in her jeans pocket. She pulled out a crumbled fifty-dollar bill. "Is this enough to cover these clothes? Walmart shirts are fine for casual wear, but if I look super schlubby, I'll stand out more."

"Hmm, I think that works out to just enough," Kanaya lied, taking the proffered fifty. She grabbed the security magnet remover from behind the counter. "Dave, can you help her get the tags off?"

"Nah, she's being hella shady." He refused the proffered tool. "Vriska, you're not gonna go gossiping to John about my tragicomic ass behavior, are you?"

"Depends," she replied, idly fiddling with the magnet on her tank top. Casually, she added, "how sure are we that Jade isn't a succubus?"

Kanaya sputtered. "What?"

"Seconded. What?" Dave chimed in.

"Wellllllll, the logic seems pretty obvious to me." Vriska cleared her throat, flicking the security tag onto the counter, which she'd apparently worked free without the magnet remover. She looked up at Kanaya, addressing her directly. "So, picture this. John and I are making cupcakes, right? John's in this cute ruffled apron with flowers on it. Some banter ensues- Dave calls him a housewife, John threatens to withhold the goods if he doesn't quit the jokes, and next thing I know, Dave is literally begging on his knees, hands clasped like a groveling peasant as he praises John's skills."

Dave groaned in embarrassment. "I swear it sounded better in my head as I was doing it."

"Psh, I bet." Vriska waggled her eyebrows. "So. He crawls in close, like just barely out of dick-sucking range, and then they just stare at each other, leaving me smelling way too much information about the direction their thoughts were wandering. John's dad was in the room and the dude totally forgot, his pupils were blown like he was on ecstasy. Absolutely atrocious, he's lucky humans can't smell or see that kind of detail from the other side of the room." 

"Dude, no, he was just staring at my antics. He's straight." Dave shook his head. 

"Do you need me to spell out exactly what I was smelling?" Vriska asked incredulously, whipping her head around to stare at Dave. "Maybe he's just so fucking drawn in by your cool guy shtick that he thinks you're the straight one, so he isn't talking flirty or whatever. But the body keeps the score on that kind of stuff, and he can't hide the reactions happening underneath the skin." 

"But what does that have to do with Jade?" Kanaya asked, trying to draw Vriska's intensity back in her direction. 

"Oh, just that John's first favorite subject was Dave, pre-party. They did that whole rap thing against Tavros and Gamzee, I thought they were two, maybe three drinks away from a successful maneuver on the dance floor. But then Jade shows up, and suddenly John is-" Vriska crossed her pointer and middle finger. "Like this with her for the rest of the party, even though Dave nearly got his brain melted. It was fucking weird . Then he doesn't even stop by to say hi to us, not one, but two days in a row, because he's too busy in the morning getting ready to hang out with Jade? Makes me think, maybe she's pulling some heavy seduction magic."

For a moment, the trio were silent, absorbing Vriska's words.

"Are you a conspiracy theorist? Genuinely asking," Dave said, crossing his arms.

Do you think Vriska is blowing things out of proportion? Read on to find out!

The Good, The Bad, and The Alternative (449733 words) by Madam_Melon_Meow, sarcasticcelery Chapters: 34/? Fandom: Homestuck Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Nepeta Leijon/Equius Zahhak, Sollux Captor/Aradia Megido, Eridan Ampora & Feferi Peixes, Kanaya Maryam & Dave Strider, Rose Lalonde & Rose's Mom | Beta Roxy Lalonde, Dave's Bro | Beta Dirk Strider & Dave Strider, Beta Kids & Beta Trolls, Jade Harley & Rose's Mom | Beta Roxy Lalonde, Dad Egbert & John Egbert, Kanaya Maryam/Vriska Serket, Eridan Ampora/Dave Strider Characters: John Egbert, Rose Lalonde, Dave Strider, Jade Harley, Becquerel (Homestuck), Kanaya Maryam, Vriska Serket, Karkat Vantas, Terezi Pyrope, Aradia Megido, Tavros Nitram, Sollux Captor, Gamzee Makara, Eridan Ampora, Feferi Peixes, Nepeta Leijon, Equius Zahhak, Virgin Mother Grub (Homestuck), Vriska's Lusus, Gl'bgolyb (Homestuck), Dad Egbert, Rose's Mom | Beta Roxy Lalonde, Dave's Bro | Beta Dirk Strider, Aurthour (Homestuck), The Condesce (Homestuck), Serenity (Homestuck) Additional Tags: inspired by Kim Harrison’s The Hollows, Alternate Universe - Urban Fantasy, Humanstuck, Alternate Universe - No Sburb Session, Human Lusii (Homestuck), Alternate Universe - Post-Apocalypse, Demigods, Vampires, multi POV: all beta trolls & humans, The Horrorterrors (Homestuck), Non-Abusive Dave's Bro | Beta Dirk Strider, Long Lost/Secret Relatives, Violence, Magic, Aged-Up Character(s), the kids and trolls range between 16 and 20, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Vriska Serket has PTSD, Memory Loss, Scars, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Plot Twists, Unreliable Narrator, Rose Lalonde and Dave Strider Are Not Related, Skaianet Laboratories, beta guardians are not alpha kids and troll parents are not ancestors, monsterstuck, Break Up, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Ship Tags Will Update As They Become Relevant, Good Person Gamzee Makara, Suicide Attempt by Proxy, Dissociation, Victim Blaming, Abusive Parents, sexually active teenagers, Underage Drinking Series: Part 1 of Monsterstuck: Suburban Catastrophe Summary: Three years ago, on John Egbert's birthday, the world ended. Three years ago, Jade Harley and Vriska Serket vanished alongside billions of others. Three years ago, the apocalypse arrived, transforming everything and revealing much that was hidden to those who remained. Three years ago, the meteors (mostly!) missed Houston, and that's where John's headed today. In Houston, Rose Lalonde searches for washed-up traces of magic, warily overseen by Kanaya and her old friend Dave. In Texas, the newly dubbed "alternatives" maintain a newfound alliance with the humans they saved--and a wary truce with the Hunter forces that once kept all these creatures of fable and fairytale a secret from the world of man. And here, in Houston, the world is about to change once again. An urban fantasy monsterstuck AU featuring the beta kids, beta trolls, and their guardians. Updates every other Saturday!

[blackbird-brewster]

Euphoria

Jay (Trans man JJ)/ Tara || Rated: T || WC: 1132 Prompts: Lingerie (for @cmkinkbingo2024) and 'A buys B gender affirming lingerie' (for @imagining-in-the-margins Pride Challenge) Additional Tags: T4T relationship, gender dysphoria, gender euphoria, coming out

Jay Jareau recently came out to his friends and family as trans, but he still doesn't feel like the man he wants the world to know. Good thing his girlfriend, Tara, knows exactly how to help.

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Jay Jareau was in an extremely important turning point in his life. He'd only recently come out to his friends and family, which was massive in and of itself, but on top of telling everyone he was now Jay and not 'Jennifer' -- he had also started dating his best friend and colleague, Tara.

The pair had been close for as long as he could remember. Tara was one of the most amazing people he knew and when she asked him out on a date, he'd been ecstatic. Before he realised he was trans, he'd spent many years being quietly in love with Tara, but he'd never been brave enough to do anything about his feelings. Now, he knew his inaction had been largely due to the notion that he couldn't let someone in, couldn't expect someone to love him and understand him, when (at the time) he didn't even know himself yet.

It was so freeing for Jay to be finally living authentically as the man he was supposed to be, but coming out was only the first step in the process. Ever since he was a kid, he'd dreamed of having a 'boy's' body and while he was slowly figuring out how to achieve that in reality, the truth was, his current outward appearance was the total opposite of those fanciful mental images. Other than chopping off his long hair, nothing else about his appearance had changed since coming out.

Tara had never really struggled with dysphoria, neither before, nor after her own transition, but that didn't mean she couldn't sympathise with her boyfriend. She was always happy to ask him how and where he wanted to be touched when they had sex, while also using whatever terms made him comfortable when talking about his body.

Seeing as her boyfriend loved when she talked about how sexy his dick was, Tara took it upon herself to order him something very special. She'd spent weeks looking online at any and every queer shop she could find that specialised in gender affirming garments until she finally found something that simply screamed Jay's name.

His birthday wasn't for another two weeks, but she was far too excited to wait that long. As soon as the package arrived, she'd called to invite him over for the night. She'd just finished wrapping her gift when there was a knock on the door.

"Hey, handsome," she grinned as she let him in.

"Hey beautiful," he replied with an equally dopey smile. He meant it too, Tara truly was beautiful. No matter how long they'd known each other, every time he saw her his breath hitched in his chest at her sheer radiance.

She pulled the giftbag out from behind her back. "Happy birthday."

"Tara, my birthday isn't for weeks," Jay chuckled.

"I'm impatient," she replied. "Open it!"

The bag was multiple shades of blue and the handles were tied together with pink, white, and blue ribbons, reminiscent of the trans pride flag. He got the ribbons off and dug through the tissue paper until he felt soft fabric. He pulled out the garment and looked at her in confusion, "You got me....underwear?"

"Yep."

"Uhm, thanks?" he responded, unsure of what else to say. Tara was notorious for giving thoughtful gifts, she'd never missed his birthday in the years they'd been friends, and while it was easy to forget most generic gifts he'd received, Jay never forgot a single one that Tara gave him because they were always so special. The pair of briefs in his hand, however, seemed to be extremely generic.

She let him stew in the awkwardness for a moment before finally letting him in on the joke. "Come on, handsome. I want to make sure they fit and then, I'll show you what they're for."

"What they're for? Tara, I know how to wear underwear."

"Hush," she scolded playfully. She took his hand and walked him to the bathroom.

"Babe, I don't think I need help trying on a pair of --"

She kissed him to interrupt his objection, when she pulled away she glared at him. "I said, hush."

She took the boxer briefs out of his hand and flipped them inside out to reveal some kind of pocket behind the fabric fly. "You get it now?"

He clearly didn't, because he was still staring at her like he was waiting for her to say this was all an elaborate gag. She sighed, "Jay, it's a pair of underwear that doubles as a harness. As in, you can pack and play in them."

"Pack and play?" he repeated slowly. His eyes lit up as he finally realised what he was looking at. "Oh! Oh!"

He hadn't experimented with packing yet, though he had talked about it at length with his girlfriend. He started running his hands over the underwear, exploring the intricate design with wonder. Now that he understood it's purpose, he could see where a packer would fit in the pocket and if he wanted to hard pack, the o-ring would act like any other strap-on harness, so he would be able to just whip his dick out of his underwear and fuck his girlfriend. The thought send shivers down his spine.

"Thank you so much. I can't wait to try them out!" He threw his arms around Tara, kissing her passionately in gratitude. He muttered a soft, "I love you," into the kiss and she pulled back to meet his eyes, unsure if she'd heard him right. He smiled and repeated the sentiment, "I'm in love with you, Tara."

"You do?"

"Of course I do," he replied. "I've loved you for as long as I can remember."

She raised a brow in intrigue. She'd spent years trying to get him to notice how much she cared about him and although Jay was a world-class profiler, he really was oblivious when it came to matters of the heart. If Tara hadn't been the one to finally ask him out, she could say, without a doubt, he would still be oblivious to her feelings for him. "If that's true, then why is this the first time I'm hearing it?"

"Because, I wasn't actually me yet," he responded simply. "How could I ask you to love me when I wasn't even me yet?"

"Well, as if there was any doubt..." Tara smiled until her freckled nose scrunched up with joy and understanding. "Jay, I love you too. I love all of you. I love you for the man you are. I love you for the man you'll become. I love you, I love you, I love you."

He blinked back tears as he kissed her again and for the very first time since he'd come out as trans, Jay Jareau finally felt like himself.

[longeyelashedtragedy]

get to know me tag from @heffer-wen this is a good one!

tagging: @perfectpiety @echthr0s @colorsofmyseason @kvaradonaa @protect-daniel-james @thundercrack @arsenalgbt @steeple-sinderby-wanderers @lamperry4ever (this is all optional of course!!!)

1. Do you make your bed?

I only properly make my bed when I change my sheets, but I can't stand to have the bed looking janky when i come home, so I wrestle with my thicc blanket until it's decently even and neat on the bed, and if the pillows have gone wild I'll straighten them out a little. if any of my over 9000 stuffed animals are on the floor I'll pick them up of course.

2. Favourite number?

24! my birthday, and a nice solid good number, can fit lots of other numbers into it. 17 has been an Important number for my bff and me, and I have a religion based fondness for 18...but 24 it is.

3. What's your job?

my job is very cool and specific and I love it, but it's not one I would ever want to mix with my online persona for various reasons. in fact I've always worked in an "industry" that I think should never mix with my nsfw ways on here. always happy to talk about it in private!

4. If you could go back to school would you?

oh hale to the FUCK no. I hate school. I haven't liked school since I graduated high school. my brain can't be made to think like that and do so much work to other people's specifications--and then there's sitting in class and having to listen to other people talk, I couldn't give less of a shit if I tried! I'm a voracious self directed learner--I want to learn something new like, every second--but this doesn't translate well into a school setting.

unfortunately--a job I think would be really cool to have, I'd have to get a master's and certification, and while I think I'd be great at the job, I'd be right shit at the kind of work the degree requires you to do to pass. (I could easily do the job with good mentoring and maybe like...one course, but that's how so many things are.) Maybe if I marry rich I'd go back! Frank lampard step the fuck up!

5. Can you parallel park?

I could do it just to pass my driver's test and have done it like. twice since. I'm terrible 😭 I have visual-spatial-perceptual whatever deficits and just can't do it. I also have a spot missing from my peripheral vision on my left side so parking on that side is even more confusing. my sister however is great at those things and yet she also can barely parallel park, you should see the two of us try to do it together, it's a full on yakety sax comedy. the WORST is here in the city, people stop on the street and give you unsolicited advice while you park and this gives me so much anxiety that I can't even remember what to do.

6. Do you think aliens are real?

not really? I suppose there's sentient life somewhere but is it likely to be humanoid? I'm terrified of space (I'm one of those would rather go to the bottom of the ocean than outer space freaks) so I try not to think about it

7. Can you drive a manual car?

what to heck,,,,,,,,,,,,of course I can't 🇺🇸 shamed by having to pay more to rent an automatic when I've driven in Europe

8. Guilty pleasure?

disregarding my dietary restrictions? I also have the bad habit of reading what scents my hot favs wear and then buying cheap samples. today one arrived that I forgot I'd ordered so now my wrists smell like chanel allure. I'm indifferent? it smells like Ladies' Perfume

what else...idk, I'm not too guilty about my pleasures really

9. Tattoos?

none--I have a couple of ideas, but have never been tempted to actually do it?

10. Favourite colour?

black and pink!

11. Favourite type of music?

I like things that are loud and repetitive and insistent. sometimes screechy. I like listening to other languages. my favorite instrument is the bagpipes (how do I say that in a grammatically correct way ffs) if that helps! will always go for: good rap/hip hop, 80s thrash metal, eastern european/balkan folk music, techno (the darker and more berghainy the better), other weird electronica, the beatles, most things that came out of the 80s

12. Do you like puzzles?

the kind with pieces? those are fun, I just don't have any room to spread one out. other kinds, like logic and shit, absolutely not, my brain doesn't work like that at all

13. Any phobias?

insects, and the main one: food contamination, but not the kind you're thinking--I definitely am more anxious than the average person about the food I eat being contaminated, but what the phobia actually is is more like...places where food shouldn't be being contaminated by bits of food...It's very specific and I've always had it but it's getting worse as I get older. like, imagine if you go into a restaurant and there's a couple of crumbs on the chair, or like, a bit of dirt on the underside of the waiter's tray. you'll just brush them off, right? or like, just not care about the bottom of a tray? I feel sick to my stomach and my heart is racing a bit just imagining this. what a privilege!

I'm also fucking terrified of being alone in elevators, but I'm not sure if that counts as a phobia? (I'm afraid of getting stuck in one by myself--as long as there's another person in there I don't care lol)

14. Favourite childhood sport?

swimming was my only one--I begged for lessons, started young, and was pretty good, did a swim team and everything. otherwise I am horrible at sports--I can't run (never could), and have no hand-eye coordination (did some occupational therapy at age 18 but it was Too Late), and again, those visual perceptual spatial issues! I wasn't terrible at floor hockey and volleyball in gym class I guess. footy was my worst 😭 in 8 years of gym I scored one goal--an own goal

15. Do you talk to yourself?

Not really.

16. What movies do you adore?

hmmm...I am not a huge movies person, but here's a list:

mulholland drive

mary poppins

the producers (mostel/wilder, 1967)

willy wonka & the chocolate factory (gene wilder version ONLY)

little miss sunshine

moulin rouge

cabaret

my cousin vinny

run lola run

y tu mamá también

the sound of music

chicago

kill bill vol. 1

cidade de deus

diarios de motocicleta

buena vista social club (not without its problematic side, but the musicians/music is so joyous)

the wedding singer

anklaget/the accused (weird danish movie that I don't think anyone i know has heard of?)

le dîner de cons

kamchatka

imagine me and you

ghostbusters 2016 (i will DIE on this hill)

brokeback mountain

team america: world police

rear window

amadeus

the crow

the incredibles

spaceballs

a shot in the dark

airplane!

romeo + juliet

school of rock

american psycho

uncut gems

rebecca

dial m for murder

17. Tea or coffee?

coffee! please. tea makes me feel a bit sick

18. First thing you wanted to be growing up?

I wanted to be an opera singer and a "lady mover" (we moved twice in the span of like, 2 and a half years when I was little)

[glitchtricks94]

Welcome to the Bonfire, hon~!

Hi, I'm Glitchtricks, call me Glitch though. Any pronouns, age 22. Snatched up by a delightful man. Full-time simp, extreme Gyutaro enjoyer and Obanai Inguro adorer.

This is a mixed content blog, essentially this is a dumping ground for whatever my heart desires. Current obsessions; Demon Slayer, ONE PIECE

I do not allow minors, ageless or blank blogs on here. You will be blocked/soft blocked on sight. AGE IN BIO OR PINNED POST IS REQUIRED.

Art account: @blipdotdoodles

Masterlist

Twisted Wonderland

TWST Boys Bringing You Home Series!: Heartslabyul Random Headcannons!: Lo-Fi Hip-hop Beats to Chill and Cuddle To, Crush Headcannons: Jack Howl Birthday Edition Random Oneshots: Rough Day, Picked Your Poison, Hold Me

Demon Slayer

Drabbles: NSFW: Bondage Blurbs, Upper Moons 5 and 6 with a Darling that Likes to Draw Them, Little Star Pt.1, Little Star Pt.2, Angst/No Comfort: Ache, NSFW Thirst: Soft Dom Giyuu Tomioka, Anon Response: Brushing Gyutaro's Bangs Back Shorts: Modern Mitsuri Kanroji Idea This will be updated as I go! If I remember...

Tagging System

#glitchrambles.txt: In the name, me just babbling about things or with people. #glitchreblogs.share: Reblog tag, that's all. #glitchrants.grr: The angy venty tag. #glitchmustdraw.memo: Things I'll label as needing to draw one of these days/nights. #glitchwrites.notepad: My writing tag! I'll use it for when I write my fics or decide to respond to a writing prompt and I end up liking what I come up with for it! #glitchdraws.doodles: My little art tag I'll use whenever I draw something pretty or like a funny shitpost I make while sketching. #glitchfriends.(___)💜: For my wonderful friends. Love you all~! #glitchtalks.anon: The anon tag. #glitchtaggames.fun: Tag game tag! #glitchyaskgames.fun: The ask games tag! #glitchyboyfriend.honeypie: My honey's tag. Love you, honeypie! I'll admit I might've forgotten past iterations, but this is how it'll roll in the tag system.

Before You Follow

No racism, no ableism, no misogyny, LGBTQIA+ phobia, and just general assholery. This is supposed to be a fun, safe space for everyone around me and for myself. Have an issue with that? Leave.

Reiterating from the top, ageless, blank and minor run blogs I will block/soft block on sight. I am not tolerating anything of the sort here. I can't stop you from looking, but please do not interact.

I do write both SFW and NSFW, and will age up characters if applicable, the characters I'm leaving to my own discretion. Any issues? I encourage you to simply block me and go on your merry way.

I welcome any and all gender identities, and will gladly embrace you. I mostly write for female or gender neutral readers, leaning harder towards fem!readers as of late for comfort reasons.

I will write when I want to, it's how I get my best material, and sadly I do have slumps where I get attached to either art or writing. My posting will be inconsistent. I ask for patience.

Any requests or thirsts are at my own discretion to write for, and I will make it known if I'm uncomfortable writing a particular post for any reason at all.

Darker content and serious topics will be used in my works, though I will do my best to ensure appropriate tagging is included.

Also, since I forgot to mention this before, if you do try to start trouble, I will tilt my little head and ask if you're alright and any anon hate sent will result in me giggling and ignoring you. I'm here to have fun, not burn my time by fighting with people online.

If all of this seems fine and dandy to you, welcome in! And overall...

Enjoy your stay~

[pb-dot]

Writer Q&A Tag

Full disclosure, this is my second attempt at writing this tag. After I was mentioned by @mthollowell-writes I started filling in the questions with the enthusiasm I usually show for these kinds of things. Then, I actually double-checked the post and discovered I was not tagged, but rather mentioned as an inspiration. This flustered me to the point where I plain forgot to read the next line encouraging those tagged in this way to participate as well, and so, not wanting to be gauche, I deleted the post-to-be. Now I know better, and found the whole thing humorous enough to share, so good on me, I say. Q&A below the cut

1)What motivates you to write?

Writing just makes me happy. I might hem and haw about the obscure pain of trying to nail my thoughts to the page, as well as the sheer nightmare that is editing the result, but the truth of the matter is that writing lets me be a happier person. Part of it is no doubt that it allows me to unload one of the several stories I've got rolling around in my head at any given time, and part of it is that I just enjoy the process of it, forming formless thoughts into linear sentences and linear sentences into more or less coherent paragraphs,and so on.

2) A line/short snippet of your writing that you are most proud/happy of. If not maybe share a line of someone else's work you love (just please credit them)

The description of Jake's first impressions of 13 sticks with me. I can't quite decide if I think it's good or if I just think it's good-shaped, but it'll do for this example.

There was something with the pensive look in the eyes of the strange young man that just drew out the similes. His eyes weren’t blue, they were like a perfect sky; His hair wasn’t blond and tightly cropped, it was like freshly harvested wheat; His cloak was not over-sized and ill-fitting, it was like an immaterial fog swathing his delicate form. Perhaps the young man could not be comprehended otherwise, at least Jake couldn’t.

3) Which OC makes you smile every time you think/talk about them and what are they like?

I am very fond of the main couple of my book, Jake and 13. There's just something about the slow but inexorable and unashamed way these two grow to rely on each other that really works for me. They both have good cause to be cynical about the world and everything in it, but despite this, there's something about how they are together that allows them to be vulnerable and gentle with each other, and that's the kind of thing that makes me smile.

4) What process of writing do you enjoy the most?

I love the drafting process. Getting words on the page in the form they're supposed to have just fills me with energy, and every time I add a detail that flourishes into a whole subplot or important worldbuilding detail I feel an incredible level of mastery that just fills me with energy. That's not an everyday occurrence, to be clear, but a couple of times per draft I'll get into the "wait, what does that bit I added on a whim imply exactly"-headspace, and often that leads to the discovery of something neat!

5) What part of writing do you think you are the best at? (Yes stroke your own ego it's okay)

Oh, now this is hard for me. Not because I don't know what to say, but because anything that might constitute bragging is just difficult for my brain to handle. That said, I think I'm really strong on structure and plot, thinking about characters and their struggles and development in terms of part of an overarching story just comes naturally to me and I enjoy working on that scale.

6) What is something in the writeblr community is most enjoyable?

I honestly just love the very specific kind of commiseration writers show to each other, and Writeblr captures it perfectly. There's just something refreshing about posting something like "got distracted from writing by worldbuilding, got distracted from worldbuilding by research about Parisian sewers through history" or whatever and have people popping up like "Oh if I had a dollar every time that happened."

7) A writing tool/device you use that helps you with writing? (It could be speech to text, a writing program etc)

I'm a Scrivener boy, and I must say a couple of features of that program help my writing a sizable amount. I enjoy how it's offline and not integrated or associated with any level of AI fuckery on any detectable level. The way it organizes your manuscript on a chapter-chapter level and the chapters on a scene-scene level has also been very useful for getting nitpicky with the structure, in addition to finally getting me to organize my writing into chapters which I had dragged my feet on for months at that point.

8) A piece of worldbuilding that you like in your own story? (It could be the magic system, a particular place in the story, a law etc)

I just got done writing up a lengthy summary of The Coal Wars that set the stage for my setting, so while I hatelove it on the level I hatelove most of my ideas, it'll be my pick for this. In short, the city the story takes place in isn't commonly referred to by name because the name it used to have, Imil, is so closely related to the name of the empire it used to be the capital of, Imelia. Imelia was an expansionist maritime empire that maintained colonies and suzerainties all over the world until its chief colony Pelia declared independence after a series of unpopular taxes were levied against them along with the kind of draconic control that an empire might employ against its subjects. This declaration led to a spreading wildfire of requests and demands for emancipation from Imelia's other colonies.

Long story short, Imelia declared war on all of them in an act of imperial hubris. Because control of coal production was such a big deal for the Imelian empire's steampunk technology, these wars were known as The Coal Wars. These wars ended up bankrupting Imelia, and with the hereditary line of emperors cut off with the last empress' death, the whole nation was at a perilous tipping point.

What ultimately decided the fate of the empire was a bunch of the government's debtors and creditors banding together and deciding to repossess the imperial palace, which led to a scuffle between the debtors' private security and the remaining government and their loyalists that saw the last government of Imelia fall in a rather ignoble way. Not wanting to get into the mess of inheriting Imelia's many problems by claiming the throne, the debtors declared the nation of Imelia defunct and went back to their business consolidating industrial and real estate holdings while their security and private military forces maintained a sort of peace in the city.

9) What piece of advice would you say to encourage others to write if they are having a rough patch?

If you are like me and writing in and of itself brings you joy, try to find little moments of calm or clarity to write a bit. Doesn't have to be much. Just fiddling with some sentences or correcting obvious mistakes in your text can be enough to keep your writing fresh in your mind until better days come along.

If you're less energized by the act of writing itself and it's an actual drain on you, I recommend you to not worry about it. Take a break. Rest. Maybe read or watch some fiction, go see some friends, and live whatever slice of life you can in your current state. It might not seem like it, but this is a vital part of writing as well, since you need a steady stream of impressions and thoughts and feelings to fuel your writing, in addition to needing them to live a fulfilling life of course.

10) Tag some people whose works you love/have been your biggest supporters

I should be way better at reading other writeblrs stuff honestly. There's some good stuff in here. That said, I do enjoy reading up on @stesierra multitude of projects and @dyrewrites' dark, wicked, and delightful Pale Blood. I also have a longer list of people I just like seeing pop up. In no particular order: @anxious-andconfused @starbuds-and-rosedust @words-after-midnight @holdmyteaplease @teacupsandstarlight @ettawritesnstudies @simonambroise @writingamongther0ses @leisoree @wrenofthewords @isabellebissonrouthier @rickie-the-storyteller @robin-writes-a-lot @scifimagpie and of course @mthollowell-writes

Everybody mentioned above can consider themselves tagged in this. I also wouldn't mind getting to know the following people a mite better: @maskedemerald @deadhunter-series @your-absent-father and @unspokenvastlywritten

[i-can-even-burn-salad]

WIP Wednesday

I was tagged by @winterandwords to uh... talk about a WIP I guess? :D

I'll pass on this tag toooo... @starlit-hopes-and-dreams (as always <3) but I'm not sure who else, so if you feel like talking about a WIP, consider this an open tag.

Oh boy, which to pick. There are currently only 2 projects where the P in WIP actually stands for "progress" (for the others it stands for "procrastination".)

I think I'm gonna pick Till Death. It is the one I am currently obsessed with, and the only one I am writing, not editing.

Here's the blurb:

Finnian is a wandering healer down on his luck. When one of his patients dies, the village turns against him, beating him half to death and leaving him for thirst and scavengers to finish what they started.

Eilis lives deep in the forest, hiding from the world. When she finds him, impaled on a tree and barely alive, she can‘t leave him to his fate, even if it means upending the peaceful life she has built for herself.

As Finnian slowly recovers, days filled with quiet companionship make the prospect of him staying less daunting than either of them had expected. But he carries too many scars, and Eilis too many secrets, threatening to destroy their fragile relationship as the shadows of the past draw closer. When everything falls apart, will they save each other, or will the price be too high?

You see, in April I finished the last chapter of all my ongoing stories, which left me in a very weird mood. For 1,5 years I always had something to work on, and suddenly, there was nothing started. Sure, I had a few outlines, but nothing really called to me, with the added problem that for those, I have to figure out bullshit like politics. I needed something new. New chars I didn't know yet, a fresh story - and 🌟violence🌟 :)

I've been talking about wanting more gore with happy end, but sadly, existing OCs are so fragile, I can't even break all their bones without them dying 🙄 So it was time to fuck up another healer.

For a few weeks, I threw concepts against a wall like cooked spaghetti, grabbed whatever stuck, and then I just started. It's the first time in a year that I actually write a story without posting as I go. I can leave a little note "this sounds weird, fix later" or remember "shit, I forgot this injury" or change a name halfway in. I know. That's how a draft is supposed to work 😅

I'm at over 60k words, and it's looking good. There's a few 'first times' for me, a lot of things I love and a lot of things I am excited about. I have a rough outline of events still to happen that leaves me enough freedom to go wild. And wild I go; half of the scenes are gratuitous pain and suffering, and there will be more - but it's also a story of love and finding a place to belong. Which brings me to the next point:

I'm tired. Tired of feeling like I don't belong anywhere. Of having no genre and being "just whump" because it fits nowhere else. Of being "not enough whump" while still finding myself on every squick list.

So this one's written for a target audience of some very close friends - a target audience for which I don't have to write CWs at the top of each chapter, a target audience who doesn't grow bored at the first calm moment, a target audience who will call me a bitch while asking for more pain.

I love you, pocket friends 💜

Here's the start of the book (unedited, rip):

Finnian hated dealing with sick people.

Considering the fact that he earned his money with healing, that was rather unfortunate. If he didn’t want to starve to death, he had to grit his teeth and ignore the stench of sweat and blood while taking care of coughs and aches and fever.

Sometimes, he wished he had learned something else after it had become clear that this wasn’t the right profession for him. Then he wouldn’t be sitting here, explaining to a grown ass woman that when he had told her to keep the wound clean, that included keeping the bandages away from dirty water. And that yes, it fucking hurt, because now it was infected, and if she didn’t plan on losing a finger or two, she’d better keep her hand dry and clean this time. And that perhaps, just perhaps, that was a bit more important than cleaning the windows.

Unfortunately, he had not learned anything else, so he left the house half an hour later with barely enough coins in his pocket to make up for the supplies he had used. Most roots and herbs he could gather himself, but bandages and tinctures didn’t grow on trees.

[ellenofteamcealverse]

Welcome to Ellen's Blog

Updated - added Questions and answers in the bottom of the post if you're wondering about cealverse stuff. New tags To keep track of too.

Sup, I'm Ellen of TEAM CEALVERSE, also known as Ellen Productions, or just Ellen. This is My Blog where I post art or possibly updates to Cealverse projects. I'm new to tumblr so expect me to be a little dumb noob on some stuff on this platform.

I'm currently on a massive Pikmin phase so expect most stuff here to be pikmin for now.

Also yes I did suddenly start to put more effort into this Blog since I actually decided to maybe post here a little more often, might aswell make it nicer to look at.

Tags To keep track of:

#ellenproductions - just a tag I use to mark my posts, Ellen Productions is the solo label for my solo stuff.

#cealverse - if I post anything related to Cealverse projects then I'll use this tag.

#cealverse war arc - anything cealverse related specifically about Catalyst War: The Neutron Star.

#rebloomed au - anything pikmin specifically related to my Pikmin 4 soft rewrite/AU.

#baby devito - anything in relation to that atrocious crackfic me and Star wrote 2 chapters of and forgot to write the 3rd for. Pom x Collin but not really since their relationship is slowly falling a part as the baby Danny devito ruins their life.

About Me

I'm one of the Founders and CEOs of Team Cealverse. We gathered as a team to create things. I'll never be the same person ever again.

On a brighter note I also create solo projects for fun, my Pikmin 4 AU/soft rewrite being one of them. That Pikmin 4 AU thingamabob I'm making is all in good fun, not supposed to be a genuine critique on Pikmin 4's story and writing decisions (I love Pikmin 4 so much btw) and it's also just pumped with my headcanons for the characters and stuff so that should be evidence that it's just a fun little goofy project and not a genuine rewrite of the story. When will I ever share stuff about it, idk but hopefully I will eventually.

Asks

I accept asks, just keep it civil, I'm open to hear you guys ask me some questions or just talk about whatever in my asks.

Other Information

Everyone in my team including me are minors, just saying that to let you know I value the safety of my members. No, I do not condone harassment and hate speech of certain groups, don't bring that shit here.

Questions with Answers (Personal or for Team Cealverse)

What is Cealverse projects rated? - We typically try to keep it family friendly most of the time, or atleast viewable enough for all audiences. So, PG or PG-13.

Not targeted for younger kids, or anyone at all. You'd have to be as deranged as us to find our stuff amusing.

What about for the solo projects? - rating varies for my solo projects but I typically try to keep those for all audiences as well. I'll tell you when the topics could get not so family friendly but I'm pretty sure it's all mostly going to be for all audiences.

Phone Call 2 (Phone Call: Dial 2 for a Sequel) when? - Hopefully after this project led by Moilsoil, or Austin of Team Cealverse. Phone Call 2 is a sequel to Phone Call. Squilliam Fancyson returns home after getting brain damaged from PAL and Sylvanas Windrunner but he gets another Phone Call from Carl Wheezer. Somehow this chain of events almost leads to Carl obtaining Shaggy’s powers and almost destoying the city. Will Squilliam be able to stop him? We'll obviously he does because he shows up in the Catalyst War Arc but honest to God we don't know how the hell he did it.

What is the Catalyst War Arc? (The Catalyst War: The Neutron Star) - A Cealverse project led by Austin of Team Cealverse. It takes place around summer winter of 2023 (or 24) when Shaggy Rogers, Ancient of Power, sends a distress signal in the form of a Beach Party invitation, to most important characters from the Cealverse. The entire cast of Phone Call returns (Squilliam Fancyson, PAL, Carl Wheezer, and Sylvanas Windrunner), along with new faces of the Cealverse, such as Larry Waddling, the man who did something important that hasn't been written in lore yet, Captain Olimar, who welds the Master Exploder and defeated Satan with Larry, Dr. Bambnose, A Mad Scientist who accidentally fused Lord Farquaad with a pencil sharpener that one time, Collin from Pikmin 4 who totally did not read the Cealverse Bible and realized everything in his reality was written by a bunch of stupid highschoolers, AUSTIN COMMITS CRIMES, the guy everyone knows and loves, and his dad Mandy. We all know who Mandy is so I don't have to explain anything about him. They all gather as a probably or probably not a team to defeat the Ancient of Judgement, or the self titled Neutron Star, who just got back with the milk from his Shadow Realm Prison.

What is Project Larry? (Larry's Journey for the Master Exploder) - Prequel Spinoff to the Catalyst War Arc that focuses Larry Waddling and Olimar being hunted down by Animal Control. Also one of those Control Officers may or may not be Satan, specifically the one from the Pick of Destiny. Larry Waddling used to be American but now he has to unlearn being American and learn to be a something important that hasn't been written in the lore yet. Featuring Mandy. Everyone knows who Mandy is. Also Olimar likes rock music and becomes an avid Jack Black enjoyer in this. Also this is before Collin reads the book so he isn't actively trying to kill gods or play god. Also Mandy has 17 exes and several undocumented illegitimate children.

When will I share Pikmin 4 Rebloomed? (My pikmin 4 semi rewrite/AU) - Honestly I'll consider it when it gets more polished and that I'll have a starting point to jump off of to talk about it. The main characters are Pom and Collin mostly, and I'm pretty sure I have plans for Dingo, Shepherd, and a few others as well.

What the hell is Baby Devito? - A Pollin (Pom x Collin) crackfic me and Star of Team Cealverse made that toottaallyy is not a parody of a particular pikmin ship child that is totally not a wraith baby that Team Cealverse totally doesn't have a grudge against for no reason at all. After Pom sends a bunch of horrible tweets to Danny Devito on Twitter, the world punishes her and Collin to care for a little baby Danny Devito. So far we only have the prologue and chapters 1-2 released.

Here's the crackfic btw.

[gordonzola-ramen]

I forgot about this whoops- thanks for the tag buddy! These look interesting :0

1. Who was your first fictional crush?:

Probably Garu (from Pucca and Garu). Although Puss in Boots might have been a close call, he was my everything as a kid and kind of still is, my heart has just grown bigger so it can hold more.

2. What's the first color you think of when I tell you to think of a color?:

Hmm today it was scarlet red! With a very specific texture too, of velvet fabric.

3. What fanfiction emotionally scarred you and still makes you shudder to this day?:

Honestly? None come to mind that really emotionally affected me that much, I haven't read much fanfiction huh.

I guess it wasn't supposed to emotionally scar me, but 11 year old me was not ready to stumble upon smut fanfiction while searching fnaf, so I'm going with that. Undeterminable smut fanfiction.

4. I'm coming to your house for dinner, non-negotiable, what are you making me?:

Supposing this is towards @alectricblue, I'd make you some crepes :-) wait is crepes a valid dinner- well my go-to is fish with rice, or i just ask you what you want lol

5. Do you prefer lions or kangaroos?:

Lions! I built a sort of kinship with them because I would be nicknamed Lion thanks to my "mane of hair".

6. Which fictional villain do you brush past the glaringly obvious issues for because you really like them?:

None really? I tend to like characters when they're complex in their actions, in their way of existing, how their story affects who they are, so I embrace them with the flaws because it just makes the character all the richer to me.

Also sometimes villains are just cartoonishly evil just to be evil and they're so fun, I approve

7. What would accompany your picture in the Burn Book in Mean Girls?:

Haven't watched Mean Girls so I'll say glue

8. How many days would you last in the universe of your favourite fandom?:

Ooh of a favorite fandom? In Undertale and Deltarune I technically if I was the plauer entity in-universe, I could last as long as I wanted, because the power to reset and continue is diegetic. However even if I have the possibility, I don't know if i'd have the willpower to do those teacup things before Spamton WHILE having a metanarrative crisis. I would survive Undertale Pacifist though. And that's considering i'm the player, as a character I would probably ball my way through both games.

My other favorite fandom is Ace Attorney, knowing me I'd be accused of murder every other week but I believe in the defense attorneys.

9. Have you heard of Mischief Theatre?:

I have not but it sounds awesome!

Update: WAIT I think I saw some episodes with my best friend! They're really funny I love it

10. Do you feel sorry for Medusa?:

Yes for her story and how she's portrayed even then, as for her curse? It's a double edged sword, there's an obvious limiting world for her if anyone that looks at her is turned into stone, but in a way it's also protective, especially when i think some interpretations say that it's specifically men she turns into stone? Take that with a grain of salt.

Long story short, I don't feel bad for her because of her curse, more for how she got it and how it's less touched upon in official organizations and such.

11. Which song makes you think of your OTP?:

I don't have an OTP, but some songs from The Crane Wives remind me an awful lot of Ceroba from Undertale Yellow, and since most of the lyrics are directed at someone i've interpreted them as Chujin or sometimes Starlo, platonic or otherwise.

12. Which song makes you disassociate and daydream the fastest?:

Hm, no specific song, any that is looped enough times will send me into a trance though.

As for tags (with no pressure, if you see this you can do it or not, even if you're not tagged, whatever you do is valid 🫶🏽):

@sapphicrobotenjoer @gorgeousuare And that's all the energy I have right now

My own get to know you game:

Who was your first fictional crush?:

What’s the first colour you think of when I tell you to think of a colour?:

Which fanfiction emotionally scarred you and still makes you shudder to this day?:

I’m coming to your house for dinner, non-negotiable, what are you making me?:

Do you prefer lions or kangaroos?:

Which fictional villain do you brush past the glaringly obvious issues for because you really like them?:

What would accompany your picture in the Burn Book in Mean Girls?:

How many days would you last in the universe of your favourite fandom?:

Have you heard of Mischief Theatre?:

Do you feel sorry for Medusa?:

Which song makes you think of your OTP?:

Which song makes you disassociate and daydream the fastest?:

Tags: @weltato, @snarky-wallflower, @feathertru, @barclaysangel, @fanficwriter284, @silvershewolf247, @shadowbrightshine, @luxury-nightmare and anyone else who wants to have a go, feel free!

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Anonymous asked;

"among the men, which one would you think would be into praising and/or degrading? (? Forgotten Part ?) I'd like to know what you think(?) about this, Pill. 🤔"

"I'm into..."

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Small Note because Pill's dumb; Before I start this, I want to say sorry for not being able to tag you! My dumb Plastic Body and medicine filled self posted the draft on accident and I wasn't sure on how to bring the question back after I deleted it in a panic. I forgot every word, except for a few (fortunately), I was so excited to answer it too, I'm so sorry to disappoint. And I hope this makes up for my mistake!

Word Count; N/A

Second Person Perspective.

Pronouns used for reader; None, only 'You', 'Your', etc...

Prompt;

"For the men who likes to praise their lover, raise your hands. If you like to degrade them, keep your hands down." (In a nice way.)

Aamon - Praising.

I mean, have you realized how much he kept sacrificing for his family? Why in the world would he make you feel degraded, in a situation that's supposed to be intimate?

Just imagine him praising the shit out of your insecurities while he thrusts deep into your needy hole.

If you're into degrading, however, he'll try his best to improve his dirty talk towards you. He'll probably be into it after getting used to it, but no promises.

Will be flustered if you praise him. Or even degrade him! He would be flustered either way.

Imagine looking up at his focused face while he thrusts into you, say one praise, one degrading comment, and his thrusts would falter, while his face would turn red. Adorable.

"My love.. you're taking me in so well, I'm so deep inside you, yet you're still sucking me in. You want to make a heir for the family? You want to, right? My love?"

Aldous - Neutral.

He's dead set on guarding the Minoan Labyrinth. He never really figured out what he's into. He was never greedy for wealth, or anything. Only that he's loyal to you and he should do his duty.

One thing's for sure, he's afraid to hurt you during sex. He'll try his best to not hurt you with his humongous, scaly, and tough hand. But both of you know you'll find a scratch or two the next day.

While on the topic about how he acts during sex, he'll never take of his mask, but he would rub soothing shapes into a part of you that he scratched with his other arm.

If you're into degrading, he would be conflicted. But after you degrade him— tell him that he couldn't fuck you better. He'll go feral.

If you're into praising. Pull down his hood, run your hand through his hair, say a praise, and he would fall for you harder. Thrusts becoming softer and his mask would be slipping from his face.

Wanna hear what he says during his climax? "Feels... so... good. I'm never letting go of you. I'm not leaving you, I'll protect you. Like how I protect the Labrynth. I love you."

Alpha - Both.

He scans you all the time. He knows how to make you feel good, with or without using words. Also, he's a humanoid robot, whatever you like— He'll try to like it as well. To understand of course!

Imagine him lowering his lips close to your neck and whispering something degrading, but he'll follow it up with the most adoring praise that someone could say to you.

Will use his scanning feature to either praise you for taking his whole length, or either mock you for nearly passing out.

If you think you can make him flustered while he's too far in, and could be considered as drunk from your sex, believe me. You won't. He'll simply laugh and make you flustered instead.

If you've been a brat to him, rest assured he'll treat you like one. Maybe even have Beta to record so you'll have some lessons to re-listen to.

"You should be absolutely nothing to a humanoid robot like me, yet you have to swoop in and mess up my programming. Beta's recording this, and we'll rewatch it over and over again."

Alucard - Degrading.

Absolute narcissist if you aren't there to put him in his spot. So he often switches up on his dirty talk during sex, which is easier said than done. Why..?

Because he sucks at trying to talk while he's burried deep inside you because you just feel so amazing. He's like that one jock that acts tough but is a massive sub-switch in bed. He still tries though.

Alucard's a demon hunter that's desperate for release, but is in denial because of that fact. He tries everything to push the desperate thoughts away by; Degrading you.

Just imagine him desperately humping into you after trying to cum from jacking off. He'll beg for your forgiveness and ask you to push his cock into your hole. Then say a degrading comment, after that, he'll start to cry. It's not because he felt hurt, it's because he got turned on even more by your comment.

You know how he brags about his strength in his voice lines? Imagine his voice and raise it up, there. You got your whiny, subby Alucard voice.

"You're a- a fucking bratty slut— hnn! Making me wait to fuck you into oblivion. You're my- slu—aaht!"

Argus - Degrading.

He's been neglected of what he deserved, ever since he was born. Of course he'll want to take that anger out on someone by degrading them. That someone was; You.

His trust issues made him really vulnerable to your love. That's why he tries to be as horrible as possible, to prove that you're only loving him out of pity. Never caring for your well-being during sex.

You'll prove him wrong though. You take his insults and turn them into soft, degrading praises, which in return, discourages Argus from not loving you more than you love him.

But keep this in mind. He developed a kink from degrading you, and making himself feel better about himself. So you better let him degrade you, so you can degrade, and praise him back.

Think about how he'll use his powers when you scratch his body. He'll let you scratch him as hard as you can, and then he'll pound into you harder. Laughing at your cry of surprise.

"Do you realize what kind of situation you got yourself into? You made me fall inlove, now, you have to take every, single, pleasure I give you until I'm satisfied."

Brody - Praising.

His tragic backstory proves a lot about how much he loved, and wanted everyone he knew back. He'd never risk losing you as well. So he does his best to make you feel loved, and protect you while doing so.

Also, he never had someone to love before. So you agreed to let him explore his kinks. After awhile, he found out that praising you, hearing your whines of happiness was the best thing he loved to do for you.

Push in a small praise of reassurance for him, and he'll sputter out 'I love you's', and 'thank you's' because you're the one that never fell out of his protective grasp.

Tie his hair up with your hand and imagine his reaction. If you can't, then I'm telling you. The glint in his eyes would grow brighter, and he would tear up from feeling loved.

Imagine he just kisses you while pushing inside you, and he whispers a praise that makes you feel dizzy. He's just too loving for you to degrade him!

"Thank you.. thank you so much for not leaving me. I'm never letting go of you until I die. I promise, because you're so good to me."

Bruno - Praising.

But seriously, his compassion and the impossible amount of love for you shows more than what you bargained for.

Even if you pissed him off, he'll find a way to make you feel guilty and loved at the same time. With only a praise, this man will make you fall to his control in no time. He has the power to kill you with praises!

Also, think about his smirk after you whine at his praise. He'll never let you hear the end of his countless praise because of your adorable voice. Can you really blame him? He just admires you that much and loves you a lot.

Push his hips by using your legs. See how that turns out? He goes insane and almost raps about how bold you were getting during sex. Seriously.

Before I forget, Bruno loves to tease you when you completely get embarrassed because of his words. He's desperate to see you like that and would fuck you every hour if he has to.

"Your whines sounds so cute! Can you make more for me? Come on, I know you can. Should I just force it out of you? Win another game of ours? Fuck you dumb so you can follow my every instruction?"

Chou - Praising.

His desire to bring justice definitely puts you in a position where he worships you like his soulmate. He'll love to praise you, and give you long and meaningful kisses while you two do it!

As well-mannered as he is, he is quite messy on his word picking. He'll mispronounce a word or two, but it's settled that he'll make you feel butterflies, 'No matter what'.

Try to feel his shaky hands caressing your face, with a praise that you'll surely get butterflies from. If you imagined it right— That's how much he worships you.

Do you know how to return the favor during it? Run your hands through his fluffy hair, and cry out a soft 'thank you' for his love. He'll definitely follow your gratitude with another praise that repeats the cycle.

By the way, you giving him everything makes him feel entitled to do anything for you. So... you kind of have a loyal puppy that is eternally grateful for everything you do to him, with praises that make you feel grateful as well!

"You're the only one that can bring me to my knees. Both in an appropriate, and.. inappropriate way. Please take it, take my gratitude and my love. Let me keep pushing it inside you until we both lose our minds."

Claude - Praising.

Do I have to say more about how he loves you and your beautifully formed body? In his words, no valuable in the world could compare to your beauty. Seriously! He'll dress you up in tons of outfts to prove that.

He loves to praise you, as much as he loves to be greedy with a bunch of valuables that is close to his grasp. As much as he'd like to swoop your heart again, he already has it.

Think about how much he'll tell you you're precious to him while he takes it slow with you. Undressing you from the outfit he bought and kissing your shoulder after he's done.

Wanna make him forget a robbery he's supposed to do after you two are done? Praise him for being able to take care of Dexter, because that monkey was like a child.

One thing about his praises, is that it always follows up with a gem being placed inside the locket around your neck. Like; He'll distract you with numerous amounts of praise, and after that. You'll hear the familiar click of your locket.

"That's my precious gem, always ready to take my gifts for them. You're shining so much from the cum you keep giving me. You're such a sweetheart, spoling me in this way."

Clint - Neutral.

He fights crime in the name of justice. And since fighting crime is his gig, and he always come to people in need of rescuing, he doesn't really have the time to choose on whether or not he should be praising you or doing the opposite.

Instead, he just shows his love for you during sex silently. Holding your hand and stroking your sides to make you feel shivers down your spine.

When he doesn't say anything, you'll do it for him. Praising him if he needs to just show his love to you, degrading him if he became too rough with you. Even though he'll just be more rough with you right after you say that.

Once he takes off his hat after the second round, you know you're fucked. Because he wants to say a lot of things, but can't because his throat is too exhausted from the day.

Also, if he takes one look of the gun that was discarded on the floor, he'll battle himself mentally if he could ask you to roleplay or not— Thus making him more rougher and ignorant of your cries of overstimulation.

Hear him out on this one.. "'M gonna take ya out on a nice date right after this. Make ya feel loved like the good, amazin' person you are for being loyal to me as well."

Dyrroth - Degrading.

You can possibly figure out why he likes to degrade, and take control over you during sex. If not, it's because he's been kidnapped, and trained ever since he started growing. That's why.

Don't be mad when he insults you for not taking his instructions seriously. He just wants to feel like he's in control for once, and you messing up makes him upset.

Do you wanna compete with him in degrading? Yeah? Well don't, he'll destroy you with disgraceful comments that makes you think he hates you. But he really doesn't. It's only because you ticked him off that made him mad.

Imagine he grabs your neck and mocks you for crying. But later on, he asks for forgiveness and cuddles you to sleep after cleaning you up.

I can't really provide you in any scenario that you get your way. But there is one thing. If you're having a cuddly sex dream, and Dyrroth notices. You technically get what you wanted from him. Cuddly sex.

"You're like a fucking slut for my demon cock. You think you can get your way? Nooo, you can't, and I'm gonna ruin your perfect picture if you disobey me, even once."

Estes - Praising.

Since he's more overprotective of you than anything, I can't imagine him having the guts to degrade you. He thinks it's too risky, and decides to abide by his hopes and showers you unconditionally with praises.

He loves to have eye contact with you while he praises you. You can't tell me otherwise, since he gives off the vibes that he puts effort into making every moment with you as romantic as possible.

Think about how lovestruck he would be while you to made love. His mind would jumble up at the sight of you, and he'll kiss you longingly, and praise you one last time after you both finish.

Whisper something sinfully innocent next to his ear, and he's immediately humping and grinding inside you within seconds. His morals will probably be scratched of his mind for a few hours.

Imagine him just reading out a book full of protection, and healing spells while you cockwarm him. And after he finishes, he kisses you and tells you how good you were for being so patient with him.

"You're my heaven in this world, my dear. I know you can feel me going in... and out of you. Do you want me to make you carry the next generation of elves? Do you want that, for us, my dear?"

Granger - Both.

A secretive guy like him is unpredictable. So if you see him preparing to say something during sex— expect the unexpected. Like a praise, or a degrading insult. Whichever one it is, you should try to expect it.

He leans towards praising, because you make the most beautiful moans when he does that. But it some occasions, if he wants to hear a soft crack in your voice, he'll lean towards degrading without hesitation.

Think about how much he's desperate for your voice. He'll do anything you like just so you can make those noises for his greedy ears over and over again.

Want to hear a noise from him? Well, whisper breathily in his ear about something suggestive, and he'll do just that. Who was he to resist your voice anyways?

Imagine he just makes you play the violin with him slowly sheathing himself inside you. That's the definition of pleasurable music practice. If not. Both of you love it either way.

"That's it. Play the A7 key, keep playing it while I finish pushing myself inside you, okay? Oh, your finger is loosening up. I should stop until you compose yourself. Hm?"

Gusion - Degrading.

There'll be a lot of misunderstandings between you two, so it's probably reasonable that he likes to degrade you a lot during bed. If you're comfortable that is, which in most cases, you are.

He's not really mean to you, and doesn't act like you really are the words he insulted you with. You're his whole world, so please don't take his degrading words seriously! He really loves you!

By the way, pretend you're struggling to slap him with an insult. It'll surely spurr him on to fuck you harder, and degrade you even more.

Scratch his back for a bit. Check his reaction and enjoy how much his face looks so fucked out after you continue doing it. He's played with knives before, and your nails scratching him reminds him about his amazing training.

Imagine he just pulls out his knife and makes you say that you're his slut while slowly slowing down his thrusts until you say it. Abolutely terrifying but exciting at the same time.

"C'mon slut. It's that easy, only three words. And I'll stop pointing my knife at you. Can't you say it for me? There you go. That's my good slut."

Hayabusa - Praising.

You know how he was arranged to marry Hanabi from the start? Well, after finding you, he used every bit of his energy to shoo away the degrading thoughts you have for yourself.

If he ever once hear you degrade yourself infront of him, get ready to either be greeted with lovely poems, gifts. Or, a sensual night in your rooms. It's his mission to praise you until you gain confidence in yourself!

Also, he's not the only one that likes to praise you. You enjoy praising him to remind him that he shouldn't bear the burden that was put onto his shoulder.

Want to do exactly just that? Pull him closer to you and press your lips againts the mask over his mouth. Whisper to him that he's been so good to you. And he'll melt.

Hayabusa will try so hard just to make you feel good. Including overstimulating your pleasure so he could know that you truly felt good with him, not just pretending for his sake.

"My only goal is to prove to you that I love you. I can't stop doing this until you say that you love me, cry out my name in pleasure. I'll stop my mission in being the next Akakage to be with you."

Johnson - Neutral.

Him being a quarterback has its setbacks, he can't make love to you unless there is just a sliver of time that's given to the both of you. So, naturally, he can't just praise you, or degrade you during it.

He does however, have a habit of caressing your small body. In a way, that's his version of praising you. Rubbing your nipples when you make a noise he likes, or squeezing your hips when you clench around him.

He mostly just groan out when you two do it. But on some rare occasions, he'll praise you, and you'll praise him back. It's adorable how there will be a soft red tint on the lights of his cyborg body.

Pull him down and kiss the metal part of his forehead to tease him, he'll whine and nuzzle your face after you turn away. Not giving him the kisses he deserves. :(

Imagine he's just destroying your hole, then randomly stops because you made a praise about his old self. But don't think he got upset! He was just stunned because his confidence raised even more than before.

"I promise you one day, when all the fighting has finally stopped. I'll make you fel better. Let you ride me while I'm in my car form. You'd like that, right? You'd like to do that with me?"

Khufra - Degrading.

He's a selfish man, who's lost the only lover who betrayed him. Of course he wants to just throw insults at you to finally get rid of the grudge he has againts love.

He still tries to praise you though, he wants to give love a chance because of how you were so lovable. But unforunately, he's been used to degrading you that he can't praise you without having full control of himself.

Think about how he'll use his raw strength to push you down and degrade you for not being able to keep your composure during sex. Simple way to keep his sub, you, under his control.

You better not be sensitive, because he's brutal and not shameless about degrading you. Even if you cry at his words, he wouldn't care, because he thought it's just a thing you do in having sex for a long period of time.

If you beg for him to continue, his power would grow, and he'll go even harder on you. Even if you beg for him to stop after your fifth orgasm.

"You wanted this with me, and you're gonna take it how my lover should. See?! That's what I mean, you're crying despite agreeing to being with me. You're pathetic."

Lancelot - Praising.

Do I really have to say more on why he loves to praise you? Or more precisely, himself? If yes, it's easily because of how much of a narcissist he is and how awestruck he was, to both him and you.

He loves to praise you infront of a mirror, half of it is because he truly adored your gorgeous body, and the other half being that he admires how absolulely stunning he was while making love to you.

Nothing can stop him from praising you countless of times during sex. You're the person that humbled him, and he shared the love for himself to you.

Humble the shit out of him by only mildly praising him during sex, it'll force him to fuck you harder and eventually, pry a stronger praise for you. But only a slightly stronger one.

Please don't look away from his eye contact with you! He'll literally sob for hours if you disappoint him like that. Love making should be intimate, so why would you look away from him?

"My rose, don't stop looking at me through the mirror, do you even see how gorgeous you are while we do this? You do, don't you? You see yourself and feel beautiful? No? Well I'm making love to you until you feel that way."

Leomord - Praising.

His desire to protect you and Vexana really put a toll on the never ending despair on his heart. He wanted to run away with you, but with the oath he and his army vowed. The only thing he could do, was to love you in secret.

He wouldn't risk losing you, like the darkness that consumed the once beautiful place he called his home. So he often loves you in every way possible when he could. Behind Vexana's back.

Think about how he would make love to you for hours because Vexana was asleep. He won't stop until you reached your peak for the tenth time, and only then will he cum with you and kiss you like you're the only thing keeping him alive.

Run your hands through his hair and kiss his jaw when he's grinding into you. The loud groan he'll let out will make your praising worth it. He deserves to feel loved as well. Not just you.

Imagine how tight, but gentle he'll hold you when he reaches his end. You can practically feel the love he lets out when you kiss him comfortingly right after. He deserves better than to live an eternal life in the undead. :(

"You're the only thing worth living for, not for Vexana. Not for serving the queen. You're mine, but not in death. But I promise you, I'll join you in the afterlife if I can finally rest. I love you."

Ling - Both.

Hear me out, he's that type of guy that only becomes sweet when he's in a good mood. And becomes sour when he's had a bad day. So either expect a lot of praises in a good day of training, or a lot of insults if he got pissed off by Zilong.

Think about the monotone look in his eyes as he degraded you like it's no problem. Or how much love is filled in them while he praises you. You're surely gonna go insane from those looks.

Imagine he's just sensually thrusting in and out of you, up until the point where you urged him to go faster. That's when he made you stay up until dawn.

Usually, he's okay with a compliment or two from you. But during sex? Oh, it'll make him have butterflies within seconds if you praise him for being so good to you. Bonus points if you tell him he shouldn't be so worked up about Zilong. Because he'll go nuts.

He's bent you over and told you to compliment yourself when you first told him you weren't good enough for him. Took you a few hours of missing training, and a lot of praising from him until you finally did.

"See how you've affected me? I've grown stronger than Zilong, and I want to give you back every bit of energy you've spent training and loving me."

Moskov - Both.

Trust isn't a thing for him, so he had a hard time deciding on whether or not he should give you the love you deserve, or push degrading things into you to see if you really were inlove with someone like him.

Overtime, he became trusting of you, and it became a usual that he switches things up every now and then to fuel his once desire for fun and adventure. Praising being the usual, and degrading being the one every now and then.

Think about the countless things both of you will do, and the way he switches up his dirty talk while doing it. We love a man who can switch up his whole personality to fit your desires. >v<

One thing he likes you to whisper to him is something along the lines of; 'You're so excited for this', or 'Bet you're gonna do another one to destroy me again?' — Believe me. He won't believe that he got you as a lover.

Imagine both of you are fucking in a few sets of trees, and you whisper that he couldn't destroy those trees with only his spear. Oh boy, does he prove you wrong by fucking you harder and almost destroying the whole patch of trees.

"You earning my trust is something I don't regret. I love you, I really do. But beware, you're my lover, and you shouldn't betray me. Or else death will be the only thing left for you on the other side."

Natan - Both.

Well he doesn't know whether he's spouting out praises or degrading. You just have to deal with him saying sorry if he degraded you. Even if you enjoyed his insults.

He's the sweetest of hearts when you praise him back. So you better do it, or else he's just treating you like he does, every other day.

But when you degrade him? Whooo, weee, be prepared for a three day break about him trying to prove to you he's not what you said, because he's upset.

Wanna know how much he sucks at identifying the difference between the two? He's stumbling on his words and losing his composure when he tries his best to praise you.

Do you enjoy being overstimulated until you lose your mind? Tease him by saying he doesn't know how to manage his time well. You'll know how he could get carried away while fucking you senseless for the nth round.

"It's only been five minutes since your previous orgasm, and you're cumming again? I thought you said I couldn't manage and keep track of time, love. Can you even last thirty minutes without cumming?

Paquito - Praising.

First of all, he's never been the one to make you think less of yourself, because it's always reminded him how cruel the world would be in deciding who should fight who. So he never once used harsh words on you, even outside of sex. Like how it should be.

And second, he's scared to lose control of the amount of overwhelming powers in his fists. He keeps his mind in check every time you two do it together.

In most cases, you try to make him let go, because you were afraid he'll bottle up his frustration and possibly leave you for someone who could take him.

The moment he lost control, you found out he still loves to praise you, which made you relax your anxiety. But he fucks you like an animal in heat. Taking his frustration out on you like he wanted.

Praise him about how much he was worth because of how many people he saved and protected. Do it, and he'll have nothing on his mind than to pleasure you.

"You being like this makes me want to go harder on you. But please, tell me that you can really take it, I love and care for you. I don't want you to feel scared because of how ruthless I'll be when I fully let go."

Roger - Praising.

He's been forced to run away from his home because of the wolf's dark intentions. So seeing you, and finding out that he can block out the wolf's dark side made him love you than when he first found you.

You know how wolves tend to mate with only one lover in their lifetime? That's exactly how you and Roger worked. And he always praises you during it, in hopes of creating his own pups with you.

Run your fingers along his scars and kiss the corner of his lip. He'd go full on breeding mode from that and won't stop until he's exhausted.

During it, keep praising him to spurr him on further, to the point where you will be the one to beg for him to stop. Rather than him pleading for the lust ravenous side of him to calm down.

Expect a lot of praises from him during aftercare though. He's genuinely sorry for making your body sore and would soothe the aching in parts that he hit too hard on.

"My mate, you're my mate. The one who made me control myself. I want to make you feel good. Breed you with my pups. Can I? Please? My darling mate? Can I make you carry our pups? I promise I'll love them, I promise I'll love you."

Saber - Degrading.

Unlike Alpha, he totally doesn't scan how he can pleasure you. He instead does it to see how much you suffer from his words. He's like a sadist that barely has an ounce of love for you. But only because he was programmed to be like that!

If you can crack his code, you'll see the endless love and desire for you. Although that won't change his degrading, it will change how he describes it.

He'll tell you how much you're suffering for his pleasure, and add in a sliver of reassurance to make you remember that he does care for your well-being. Those small words surprise you each time.

On him being on the receiving end however.. you should pick out your words carefully. Because if he hits your spot, and you mess up interpreting a word, he'll get mad and fuck you dumb.

Imagine his stoic expression after you started crying. You knew fully well that he was scanning you, then he started smiling. Telling you that he's overheating and should get away to lower his temperature. You'd cry from him leaving you unfinished.

"Can you understand that you're fucking with a robot that's meant to destroy, and get revenge on your Uncle's companions? Aren't you a pathetic fucking bimbo that keeps taking in my insults."

Sun - Praising.

His patience is quite unbelievable, and him being able to praise you because of how warm he was, proves that he has a lot of love to give to you. Why? Because you waited for him to come back.

Even though dating a monkey was odd, the whispers weren't worth to listen to because of how sweet he was in bed. Literally chuckling out his enthusiastic praises for you and loving you until the whole day passed.

Oh, and with the amount of clones he can create? He'll make sure he knows you feel loved, inside and out. Sometimes, he'll even let a clone of your choice join in on the fun.

Also, if you try to praise him, you don't stand a chance againts him and his clones! The original Sun will just hump into your tight harder while the rest covers your words with theirs. @~@

Imagine trying so hard to praise Sun, that he just gently covers your mouth, shushes you and speeds up on his thrusts. Please don't interrupt him!, he just wants you to feel loved. Not him, despite the probable centuries he's been waiting for that moment.

"The patience I had was because of my hopes in finding you, and loving you again. Here you are in my arms now, I knew you were the one. We're meant to be, and I love you until we both lose our patience."

Tigreal - Praising.

Have you seen this guy? Think about how big his cock will be, and then you'll know why he keeps praising you while you take it.

Also, think about the guilt he has for the countless soldiers that died from his leadership. He doesn't trust himself about letting go and praises you so you don't leave him.

He's also afraid to hurt you, his hands are calloused, and he thinks that his grip felt uncomfortable for you. Which is untrue, but you had to settle with his praises for him and you after you failed to convince him otherwise.

If the day has been stressful for him, feel free to imagine how ruthless he will be towards your body. Holding your hips while he uses you like a fleshlight, yet he praises you like a god/goddess.

He visibly struggles not to lose his mind and let his kinks take over after seeing you so fucked dumb over his cock. Let the man be, he just wants to protect you from everything, and himself.

"That's it, that's my beautiful warrior taking me so well. A little bit more, and I'll start. Don't cry okay? Hold me if you feel like you're gonna break, because I'll protect you in any way I can."

Vale - Praising.

One of the few reasons why he likes to praise you, is because he doesn't want to become impatient, like the last fight with his former childhood friend. He doesn't want to scare you off by going too fast with you.

He always has a way to surprise you, and praise you with small notes using the wind whenever he was away to god knows where. So you know fully well that he was still inlove with you, as much as you were inlove with him too.

One thing he's done that made you pin your love to him, is that in one time, he raised you in the air. Still fully inside you while making you look at the sky. Whispering how nice it was, but how gorgeous you were than it. It truly made you fall inlove.

Think of how much he'll use his powers to show you how much beautiful you were than anything else. He'll spoil you with confidence, and make you forget he's still fucking himself into you.

Wanna make him flustered now? Blow softly into his ear and whisper how much of a good boy he was to you. Just do it and imagine the rest. *◇*

"You feel as good as how much the wind blows freely through the wind. You're truly agonizing for my small heart. But I still love you, even more than my love for the wind."

Valir - Praising.

His overwhelming powers had him worried that you'll be scared off, so he tries every bit of his hours to prove to you that he's not a threat, only to find out that you really didn't mind.

He was more comfortable at your explanation and became more and more open with his praises, and touches that he was hesitant to give you before.

Tell this man to do something sexual, and watch how his face suddenly flares into a small fire. But then, laugh and praise him for reacting so lightly. Imagine what he would do to you right after making him lust for you.

Wanna guess how he calms you down if you feel too overstimulated with his never ending thrusts? Using his controlled fire and rubbing it againts the ache in your abdomen. Listen to the praises he has in store for you, because it's worth it.

Please give this man a chance for your love. He won't stop loving you for giving him patience to wait for Vale, I promise! ~<~

"You're the one I'll love and worship forever. I promise you I won't stop loving you, and will keep making you feel loved if you stay with me. I love you so much."

Xavier - Praising.

His passion is literally the one that helps with the praises he says to you. And the fact that you brought him his passion back, made him feel like he owe every ounce of it to you. So he never stops praising you for it.

The amount of love he has in store for you, it'll drive you nuts. Because you can't make him lose his composure in any point in time. Even sex!

There is one incident though, while he was praising you, and moving his tip along your hole to tease you for a bit, you pushed your hips up and captured his lips as well. He lost it, and moaned loudly into your mouth. That's the first time he lost his composure.

Also, if you try doing that again, add in a sprinkle of.. praise if you don't mind. Make his mind melt because you did the same thing he keeps doing to you! ~v~

Imagine he just uses his magic to keep you in place while you're forced to take in his slow thrusts, and gentle praises. That's one way of defining heaven.

"That's it my dear, give me another one, again. Do it again, there you go..~, that's my little pup being so well to me. And cumming with my permission."

Yi Sun-Shin - Praising.

The leadership this guy has tires him a lot. I beg of you, let him spew loving praises into your ear once he gets to you and makes love with you. He deserves more than him being able to remember the past incidents..

But don't forget to love him either! Tell him how much he worked hard for you and the town and convince him to rest after you two finish. His heart will be at peace if you do.

Imagine him just cupping your face and pulling you to his face. Not to kiss you, but to admire you while he slowed down his thrusts to only grind on you. He's a hopeless romatic for you.

On the other hand, in some days where he's stressed, lay him down and purr praises into his ear while you ride him. He'll take control after you both finished your first orgasm together.

Your relationship dynamic and sex life is like.. Give, give, and receive— this is from everyone else's perspective. But behind closed doors, both of you make sure to keep it even.

"Exploring the oceans is something I can't stop doing, but making love to you like this... seeing your eyes glaze up from pleasure. I can stop for a moment just to see this for a moment."

Yu Zhong - Praising.

He has good intentions, but the way he shows it to you is just really messy. And more often than not, he ends up hurting your feelings on accident.

But please forgive him, he really tries to not hurt you! The uncontrollable form that keeps subconsciously devouring his body just makes it hard for him to love you like in the past.

Reassure him that you didn't mean to lash out on him for hurting you when you two try to make up by doing it again. He'll resolve, and calm down before nuzzling againts your neck and making love to you all night.

Don't be surprised when he suddenly goes hard on you when you moan his name, he tries to take his mind off of transforming by burrying himself in your pleasure.

When he finally has control of himself, and he explores around with you. You'll realize how much of a softie he is towards you and love making. Snuggle this man with your love. `*♥︎*`

"You're the only person that can keep the monster consuming me inside in control. I love you, I owe everything to you. Please don't push me away when I can't stop.."

Zilong - Both.

Honestly, he's conflicted on whether or not he should praise or degrade you. It's not because he's scared. It's because; He wants to do both, but he can't find the right words for it.

The very first time he did let go and let his mind speak, you turned red and clenched tightly around him. He went insane because of your tight hole clenching around him.

Training is really enjoyable and stressful for him, that's why he's conflicted about the two. His mixed feelings always defines his words during sex.

Imagine you're riding him, and you look down to see his face. His mind would absolutely melt at the sight of your fucked out face. And then, he'll exclaim a loud praise of approval in response.

He absolutely loves it when you degrade him. It'll make him more motivated to fuck you dumb on the matress both of you are having sex in.

"That's your weak spot, yeah? You like it when I hit it don't you? You like being dominated by me? Say you like it, say that you like it. Please!"

I hope you enjoyed reading this, as much as I enjoyed writing it! Take care of yourself! <3

[maxislvt]

Paradise From Hell

Summary: One grave mistake from your beloved manager lands you on one of the most notorious dating shows on the planet. You try your best to huff and puff your way through the season you'll be trapped in the house, but it seems fate had other plans for you. Stuck between your ex and a potential lover, will you survive?

Warning: Shitty girlfriends, awkward boyfriends, discussion of break ups, drama, not much this chapter tbh.

A/N: Sorry to all my Carol lovers, because she is not too kind in this but it's okay because every story needs an antagonist to some extent. Also major props to @cultofelizabetholsen for sending me this wonderful request and kicking off this amazing series!! i had so much fun writing this and can't wait to continue it :) hahah no I totally didn't repost this because I forgot the tags teehee

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"No, absolutely not. I just won't do it!"

Your manager sighed and put the contract back in the crisp manila folder. "You're overreacting! It's just one season of a dating show. Plus, after you-know-who, your romantic life needs a little kick!"

Your manager meant the world to you. Keeping you booked, busy, and well paid. She was a sweet woman, but someday she had the dumbest ideas on the planet. Signing you up for a dating show without warning because you refused to go out and get a partner — was definitely one of her worst. By no means were you entirely above the world of reality television, but you would like to think you were better than being on some dating show. Big Brother, Master Chef, hell, even Survivor Island wasn't off the table for you! But some random start-up dating show? Not.

"No way! Burn it, rip it, and throw it in the trash can, whatever it takes to get me off the call list," You demanded. It sounded bitchy for your standards, but you couldn't believe your manager would betray you like that. "If you want me to go back to reality tv, that's fine! I'll do masked singers again — but I'm not going on a dating show." Before your frustration turned to genuinely ugly anger, you stopped yourself. You turned away from your beloved manager and gave yourself time to calm down. "I'm sorry, that was very rude."

"That's quite alright. We all have our moments."

You nodded slowly before speaking in a much calmer tone. "Thank you, but can you please terminate the contract? I'm really not up for this kinda thing." The stiffness of your spine decreased as you watched your manager flip through the pamphlet. However, the uneasy look on their face brought it right back. "What's wrong?"

"The termination period ended three weeks ago…and you're supposed to be ready to go by the middle of next month," Your manager mumbled while slowly closing the packet. "...I'm so terribly sorry."

"I'm going for a very long walk."

^^^^^^^^^^^^

Three hellish layovers, two weird introduction videos, and now one of the lamest parties you had ever been to before. You weren’t much of a party animal to start, but a half-assed masquerade by a pool wasn’t ideal for anyone. However, you refused to sour the mood with bitterness, so you decided it would be best to settle down at the bar. One copper mug filled with Moscow Mule because only the best alcohol could prepare you for the hell you were about to face.

“That’s a strong drink for a lady like yourself,” An oddly posh voice said from your left.

You turned your head and looked up. There wasn’t much that stood out about the man in front of you. That was mainly because of the mask that covered his facial features, but the trunks clinging to his waist were rather plain compared to everyone else’s. “Well, a strong drink to combat some strong feelings,” You said before taking another sip of your drink. The longer you looked at his mask, the bigger your impulsive urges got. “Did they let you pick this mask?” Without even thinking, you flicked at the elongated nose and giggled.

The man cleared his throat and stood up straight. “Um, no. I was the last one here. This was all they had left.” The shyness radiated off him in waves. You almost felt bad for just being the cause of it. “I came over because you seemed a bit—”

“Alright, party people, gather around!”

Before your masked friend could finish his sentence, your lovely show host arrived.

You turned your head and any hope left of having a peaceful time on the show immediately disappeared. “Loki,” You said through gritted teeth. Of course, it was him. Why would any random show host have access directly to your manager? Everything made sense. The shady contract, the lack of information on your castmates, and even the shitty masquerade party. “Is this secretly the first season of another show you’re hosting, or is this exactly what I think it is?” You already knew the answer.

“It’s what you think it is,” He proclaimed before clapping his hands together. If his personality wasn’t so charming, you would hate him.

You drowned out the rest of his lovely introduction. You’d heard it a million times before. Ex on The Beach, Loki’s new reality TV show about finding new love or falling back into an old love. The show wasn’t awful. It was just extra drama you didn’t want in your life. True love couldn’t be found on some dramatic TV show for millions to watch for entertainment. Even then, the chances of seeing your ex were gut-wrenchingly terrifying. It was better to die alone than ever try finding a partner here. Death itself would be better than getting back with her.

“Alright, beautiful people! Mask off!”

You were the first to rip yours off, eager to get to the house claim and room you could hide in for the rest of the show. At least you wouldn’t have to share a room with someone else. Your eyes scanned over the people you’d be sharing a house with. Some of them you knew. Tony Stark: the playboy coming from old money and had a strange thing for cars. Thor Odinson: A heart of gold with the best intentions. Peter Quill: Calls himself Starlord, insists he didn’t steal from The Weekend, and is a bit of a try-hard. Monica Rambeau: A welcomed surprise for you, your best friend since preschool, and definitely the only person you would trust through the whole thing. “Moni!”

“Y/N/N!”

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“Would you two like to explain how you guys met?”

You never expected to have your first confession this early in the show, but you were thankful it was with your best friend.

The smile on your face never faltered. “Of course, but I think most of the people watching us already know it.” Your body moved in sync with Monica’s as you mirrored the excited movement of her hands. “When we were in preschool, my mom had actually forgotten to bring some of my school supplies. Obviously, not having crayons is the biggest deal in the world because you’re stuck with the shitty community crayons.”

“Fortunately for somebody, my mom gave me a sixty-four pack of crayons with the sharpener.” Monica wrapped her arms around your shoulders as you hugged her. "We were kindergarten married and we almost have a kindergarten baby!"

"So, did you two get kindergarten divorced too?"

"Oh, yeah it was a mess," You replied and dramatically pushed Monica away from you. "Someone wasn't up for sharing their rainbow goldfish so, I called things off since she didn't care about me or my well-being!" A fit of laughter filled the studio as you and Monica continued to ramble on about your rocky kindergarten relationship. Then suddenly you straightened up and made a serious face. "We got back together a week later because she got me a stuffed zebra from the zoo."

"Our romance was actually incredibly toxic!"

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After the ground rules and expectations were laid out, you were quick to enter the house. With Monica close by, you were less averse to the whole situation. Still not interested in romancing anyone, but calm enough to at least play nice. The abundance of groceries in the communal kitchen made that incredibly easy. While everyone else mulled over the potential list of exes and new partners, you decided to brush up on your culinary skills.

"I really hate to bother you, but I believe we talked at the party earlier."

Your ears wiggled as you struggled to recognize the voice behind you. "Ooh, yeah you're the guy with the long-nosed mask! Sorry about the flick, couldn't help it," You giggled before turning back to the dough ball in front. Having a conversation wasn't exactly on your radar but he seemed nice enough. "You're Vision, yeah? I thought your little introduction video was cute."

His face went red and he nervously fiddled with the buttons on his t-shirt. "Oh, um thank you. Felt a little uncomfortable reading so close to the ocean. They promised me it would be okay but it slipped out of my fingers and straight into the second the cameras cut off," He punctuated his sentence with an awkward laugh. It became less awkward once you began laughing with him. A joke didn't do much to deter his tense spirit, but he was intent on carrying on the conversation. Unfortunately for Vision, you'd caught the eye of nearly everyone else on the show and they weren't going to lose you to some bumbling book nerd.

"Oh, it appears we have a little chef on our hands," Natasha said as she leaned against the kitchen countertop. As if it was as easy as breathing, the woman stole your attention away from Vision. Mainly because it was that easy. A crooked smirk, smooth voice, and finger quickly heading for the bowl of brownie batter in between you two — you were hers in not even half the time. "Awe come on, just one dip?"

You shook your head and pulled the bowl further away from Natasha's excited fingers. "Absolutely not, other people have to eat these and I'm not letting your little jogger fingers ruin it for everyone else." Though you wanted to stay firm in your no, it seemed Natasha had puppy dog eyes far too strong for your heart and you conceded faster than you denied her. "Fine, find me some pretzels and chocolate chips and I'll let you lick the spoon!"

And just like that, Vision was pushed to the background and practically forced out of the kitchen. It was like that every day for a week. He'd approach and suddenly everyone in the house wanted to show you something. Tony rambled about his tech company. Natasha needed a cheerleader while she worked out. Quil spent hours showing off all the places he traveled. Monica seemed to be the worst of them all. The others clearly had romantic intentions, but Monica seemingly just didn't approve of him. She never said it in his presence, but it was clear as day. A week had gone by and he hardly even got one conversation in.

As if his luck couldn't get any worse, The first three exes arrived shortly after. Competing for you with the other housemates was hard enough, three more would be impossible.

The group made their way down to the shore and sat on the beach chairs laid out for them. Of course, you and Monica shared one and Thor was able to wiggle his way onto the tiny bit of space left over. Then there was a human brick wall between the two of you. As Loki blabbered on about love and rekindling old flames or making new ones, Vision found his eyes wandering to you.

"Well, let's give it up for our first ex, Steve Rogers!"

The group whistled and cheered as a beautiful blond man made his way out of the water. Everyone seemed rather pleased by the man in front of them. Well, everyone except Tony. "Back in the water Blondie, no one wants here!"

"I don't know, Stark, I definitely have to disagree with you on this one," Thor joked before nudging your side. "So, what caused you two to break up? I just need to know before I start making some moves."

Steve laughed just as boldly as Thor spoke. A perfect match. "Well, Tony just couldn't let go of his playboy habits. There's nothing wrong with it, but I just didn't want that for myself," He said calmly. Despite his attempts at being professional, he was clearly caught off guard by the staring. "I'm looking to give Tony a second chance but if he doesn't want it, I'm willing to move and find someone new!" Steve was cute, but your eyes were already wandering to the woman riding from the waters behind him.

"Lovely ex number two! Wanda Maximoff," Loki shouted excitedly as she gestured to what was easily the most beautiful woman you'd ever seen.

Her swimsuit was a bit more modest than what the other girls wore, but you were more than capable of apprenticing the view. The one-piece covered her stomach but her toned arms and plump thighs made your head spin. You didn't care how obvious your staring was, Wanda was hot and you needed to take all of it in as best you could. As if you weren't roped into her web of beauty and confidence already, she looked back at you. It felt like magic. Some mysterious force dragged your eyes all the way up Wanda's body until you locked eyes with her. It only took one look into those perfect emerald orbs for every defensive measure you put around your heart to absolutely crumble.

"Well, go on. Introduce yourself to your potential suitors!"

Wanda smiled. It was easily the prettiest smile you'd ever seen. Bunny-like teeth poked out at her bottom lip and slightly crookedness made it all the more endearing. "Well, I'm Wanda Maximoff and I'm Vision ex-"

"You pulled that?"

A fit of laughter broke out amongst the group but you were quick to shut it down. A swift elbow to Thor's side and coughed loud enough to signal everyone to lighten up. Your attention shifted back to Wanda. "So, um, what happened," Thor asked, still clearly in disbelief.

"She wanted to go see…," Vision mumbled the last bit of the confession and turned his head. Whatever he was trying to say must've been embarrassing. Vision blushed a lot around people, but you'd never seen him so red before in your life. "God, just tell them what happened. They've wounded my pride enough this past week," He grumbled.

Wanda shook her head. "We just weren't working out. He wasn't willing to cut it off officially but I just wasn't going to wait for him. When my other ex offered to show me her puppies, I just went over there without thinking." She laughed as she spoke. It was a wonder Vision had any chance with her in the first place, but she clearly over him at this point in her life. "I just wanna move on from here. If I meet someone, that's great. If I don't, then I just don't. No big deal." She shrugged and stepped to the side. Wanda had hardly spared Vision and glance. Her attention was on. Neither of you believed in love at first sight but there was something between the two of you.

"Who do you think is telling the truth," Monica whispered to you and Thor. It was more a yell and Vision definitely heard it, but not a single one of you was concerned about his feelings at the moment.

"I think it's the truth, but the sad truth," Thor said through a near obnoxious burst of laughter.

That something seemed to be one of your biggest mistakes, considering you recognized the dirty blonde hair before she even fully got out of the water. "No, go back in the water and drown! Right now, go away!" You carelessly flapped your arms before turning to bury your face into Monica's shoulder.

"Awe come on, we didn't end on that bad of a note. Did we?" Carol smiled at you and stretched her arms, as if she expected you to run up and hug her. She awkwardly let them fall when she realized you weren't budging from your seat. "Well, I'm Carol, but if you're my special someone — you can call me Vers!" She threw a wink your way but you simply returned it with an unimpressed furrow of your brows. "I'm hoping to get back with Y/N, but if that doesn't work out I'll accept getting some real closure."

You huffed out in response to that, but decided to not cause more of a scene.

"Well, I think we should give our exes some time to talk. The rest of you head back up to the house."

You shook your head and quickly stood up. "Nope, no need. I've got bread to put in the oven!" Before anyone could object, you hopped out of your seat and began the walk, well run in your case, up to the house. You could already hear Carol shouting after you as you walked back up. It didn't make any sense to you. Why would she agree to come back to you? She broke up with you. You weren't upset about that by any metric but that wasn't going to make living with her any easier.

Carol was quick to follow after you but you were intent on ignoring her. "Come on, baby. Don't be like that! What happened to 'me and Vers?' I just want that back." Her hand reached out to grab yours, her grip needlessly harsh. "Just gimme another chance, please? You love me," She said as she attempted to pull you closer. For years that was how she got you. Twisted your words and then threw them in your face. You'd be hopeless against it.

But you were a lot stronger than that now. You snatched your hand away and stepped away from her. "I loved you, Carol. As in at one point I used to really care about you, but I just don't anymore. Meaning I don't want anymore of that 'me and Vers' stuff. I just wanna be myself for now." Despite your bold words and attempt at sounding strong, you cracked. Carol was everything to you at one point and anger alone wouldn't be able to separate you two.

Carol tensed up, clearly confused by your sudden lack of affection toward her. For as long as she'd known you, you'd been nothing but a pushover. Just something waiting to be taken advantage of and used by other people. You should've been thankful she was trying to take you back. Better her than someone who didn't give a shit about you. "Okay, you're still upset. I get that. I'll be here until you're ready to come back to me," She said with pride that she had absolutely no reason to be holding.

To say Carol struck a nerve was an understatement. She'd struck your entire nervous system but you refused to give her the satisfaction. She didn't deserve one. You took a deep breath through your nostrils and turned around. "Have fun waiting," You whispered before making your way up to the house again.

Though you were strong enough to not blow up in Carol's face, that energy needed to be released somewhere. You wouldn't dare risk exploding at your roommate. Unfortunately, the only thing you were comfortable with harming at the moment was the unused pasta dough you'd saved in the fridge the night before. The poor ball was ruthlessly slammed and folded against the counter for what could've been hours until someone was bold enough to snap you out of your anger-fueled trance.

"I'd hate to step on your toes here, but I think you've kneaded the dough more than enough." It was Wanda. Her accent was foreign to your ears but the sound of it was almost enough to melt your stress away entirely.

You cleared your throat before your mind could wander any further. A sigh escaped your lips as you held the dough up above the counter only for it to snap in half almost immediately. "I promised everyone pasta for dinner tonight, but I guess we'll have to do takeout." You got ready to throw the ball in the trash only for Wanda to guide your hand back. Normally, you'd be averse to sudden touch — especially after the grip Carol subjected you to — but Wanda's was soft. It was like you were as fragile as porcelain.

Wanda gave you a soft smile and slowly grabbed the ball from your hand. "I'm sure we can do something with this. You worked hard on it, there's no need to throw it out!" She quickly wrapped the ball in plastic and gently placed it in the fridge. "I can help you with the sauce and stuff while you redo the pasta. Teamwork makes the dream work!"

You couldn't help but giggle at Wanda's excitement. "I think that'd be wonderful, thank you," You said, just barely controlling your excitement enough to speak. Carol never entertained your interest. Monica tried her very best, but she was a mess in the kitchen. You both agreed it was best to keep her as a mouth to feed. It seemed you and Wanda were about equal in the kitchen and it made cooking all the more enjoyable. The two of you talked about nearly everything you two could think of while dinner was being made. The pasta dough had to rest a bit before being rolled out and cut into noodles so you decided to help Wanda finish the sauce.

Wanda smiled as you stood next to her in front of the stove. "I'm sure you don't wanna talk about it, but what's the deal with you and blondie over there," She asked and gestured her head toward Carol's direction. Respecting privacy was important, potential suitor or not. However, Carol had a mean stare and it hadn't left the back of Wanda's head since she approached you. "I get the feeling you want nothing to do with her, but…"

You leaned your head back and caught a look at Carol's face before she could twist it into a fake smile. What must've been your fifth sigh in the last hour escaped your lips. "We broke up six months ago and I haven't talked to her since," You said whilst shaking your head. Though you hadn't talked to Carol since you broke up with her, her tactics remained the same. "Don't even worry about her, she's only puffing her chest out because she thinks you'll take me from her." You cringed at the mere thought of "belonging" to Carol in any capacity. You were almost embarrassed you even dated her in the first place.

Wanda's arm smoothly snaked around your waist and pulled you close until your hips were touching. "Well, I'll happily play bodyguard if it means keeping her away from you," She whispered into your ear. A bold move, but the results were effective. The height difference between you two wasn't much to write about, but it was an advantage she'd happily abuse if it meant seeing the adorable tint on your cheeks again. Wanda could almost feel the heat radiating off of your face. It heavily outweighed the intense glare your ex was giving her from behind. She leaned in closer to your face.

For a moment, you considered leaning in. You swore of finding any love in this forsaken house, but god Wanda was so pretty and it was only a few centimeters between the two of you. For a moment, you tilted your head forward and just took in Wanda's scent. The smell of vanilla and cocoa butter had lulled you even closer to her. You were so close to her. Just one push forward and that'd be it. However, it seemed the timer had other plans and completely ruined the moment. You cleared your throat and turned around to handle the pasta dough and cut off the timer. "I'm gonna, uh, work on this over here. Just watch the sauce for me."

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A frustrated grumble left your throat as you made your way down the confession corner. You hadn't been called down nearly as much as the others, so you were a bit confused. You plopped down the stool and swiveled it from side to side before settling down. "Can we be quick, Mr.Strips is gonna get cold." You yawned and stretched your arms.

"We just wanted to do a check-up on how you feel."

You sighed. "I'm doing alright. I'm happy to see Monica moving on, I like baking a lot now, but I still don't think anyone has caught my eye just yet." You shrugged and got ready to stand up, but stopped when you noticed the monitor in front of you. A groan slipped through your tightened lips and you sat back down. "Is there anything else?"

"So how are you and Wanda getting along?"

Caught red-handed. After she arrived, you and Wanda hit it off almost immediately. If you weren't forcing Monica to cough up details about Darcy, you find yourself comfortably wrapped up in Wanda's arms. Maybe she found a book to read or a new recipe to try. Either way, you really enjoyed being around her. It wasn't like that, was it? You shook your head and straightened up. "Nothing is going on between us, but I really do like her company." Like was an understatement, but you weren't up for feeding into the situation given. Maybe Wanda didn't like you at all and secretly wanted Monica. Maybe she was just bored. There could've been a billion reasons why Wanda was hanging around you. You didn't want to get your hopes up.

You were much too tired to catch the knowing glance the cast behind the screen shared, but you were thankful they let you go quickly. If you had only heard what Wanda said about you moments earlier.

[kodzukenmaaa]

𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐌

↷ ⋯ ♡ᵎ pairing: Okkostu Yuta x reader

↷ ⋯ ♡ᵎ contents: yuta ignored you for rika

↷ ⋯ ♡ᵎ warnings: toxic relationships with yuta, sad.

You and your boyfriend, Okkotsu Yuta. Hardly have time to hang out again with all the schoolwork that's been thrown at you all you guys don't hang out much.

After a long time, you two have time to go on a date after a long time, you're going to the amusement park, the last time you go there was with your friends and that was a long time ago. You've waited for the day to come, and you picked an outfit for the date days before the time of the date. You've been giddy all day.

When the day comes you wave excitedly at your boyfriend, your smile dropped when you saw a familiar face behind him. It was Rika. What was she doing there? You begged god in your mind that she accidentally saw Yuta and will get going soon.

Yuta who noticed your smile drop quickly walk to you and hugged you and whispered in your ear, "Sorry I didn't tell you, yesterday Rika-chan broke up with her boyfriend and I feel bad so I want to cheer her up, So I invited her."

"I thought it was only the two of us?" You asked Yuta. You're sad that the was supposed to be a date and quality time is ruined with Rika present.

"We can have another date, I feel bad about Rika she's been crying all night." He responded.

You sigh and then nodded. The whole day in the amusement park did not make you feel any better, the purpose of finally having a date was to have quality time just for the two of you, not with her! Heck, Rika doesn't even look like she cried all night. She kept holding your boyfriend's arm like her life depends on it.

Yuta had brought his phone out to take a picture together of course you were happy when he called you so you can have a picture close to each other.

"Can I be in the middle? I look so much better in the middle than the left." Rika said, Yuta then nod as Rika squeezed in between you. You want to scream and throw the brunette away so you can have your boyfriend just for a moment.

At least he holds your hand when waiting in line for the ride, time passed by it was getting dark and they decided to have one last ride together but the thing is you didn't like that, you're scared of heights but you wanted to try that ride just one time with Yuta but Rika says otherwise.

"Y/n-chan you're scared of heights, right? You should just stay here. No need to force yourself." Rika said before taking Yuta's hand and going to the ride.

That was it, you felt sick, the way Yuta ignored you for Rika. You've had enough by the time they got back from the ride Rika wanted to use the restroom.

"Hey Yuta," Yuta hums, "Maybe you should tell me before deciding to invite Rika to our date." You said, glancing at him.

"Sorry, I didn't have time Rika texted me all night that I forgot to tell you," Yuta explained rubbing the back of his neck.

You mumbled something under your breath, "What was that? Y/n can you repeat that I didn't catch it." Yuta asked.

"I SAID STOP TALKING ABOUT RIKA!" You cry out to him. He was taken aback by you suddenly shouting at him.

"What do you mean?"

"All you talk today was Rika this Rika that, Shut up Yuta! I don't want to talk about her!" You gripped your clothes. "Today was supposed to be our quality time together, I was looking forward to it because we don't have time to hang out anymore."

"I'm sorry okay, I'll make it up to you," Yuta says looking around him and seeing people looking at you and whispering at each other.

"You keep saying that! She's always there Yuta! She always tagging along with you like a parasite I never have time to have alone time with you!" You were fighting for your tears to not fall.

"Stop it Y/n, don't call her parasite she's my friend! you're being selfish." That was it. You have had enough of the bullshit.

"I'm not being selfish Yuta! I- UGH whatever I'm going home!" You stood up and leave Yuta on the bench looking confused.

On the way home, you cried silently with the uber driver kept glancing at the mirror and he kindly offered you a tissue box and said everything is going to be fine.

I guess you should have listened to your friend when they told you how he is with Rika and how you were better without him.