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theplaceyoustillrememberdreaming · 2 days ago

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Alright don't look at me. This post is going to be very large because I am 3 weeks behind oops. So here we go with Week 4/5/6 of

Nicole Reads A Lot of Fanfiction (and she's gonna share it with you)

And also don't look at me about saying there would be an influx of older Sterek, okay? The Buddie brainrot is hard to beat.

Sterek: 6 Buddie: 33 (Buddie is all below the Read More :) )

BONE APPLE TEETH

"good boy" by quackquackcey | @quackquackcey (2025•E•10.8K)

Stiles doesn’t think his senior year can get any worse with his best friend turning rabid every full moon, until he finds himself stuck with a massive black wolf overnight that doesn’t even like jerky. But on the bright side, the hot guy with the half-dying sister he met at the gas station seems to be in town for a bit, so there’s still a chance that his senior year, his supposed best year of high school, isn’t a complete lost cause…right? That is, if he can manage to juggle the sassy wolf that he takes care of at night and the hot guy that asked him out on a date for some reason.~ 🐺🍕

You're My Sanctuary by lilmissdaydreamer (2022•E•33.4K)

The Argent Wolf Sanctuary. It’s been Stiles’ dream since he was five years old to work with the wolves, ever since his mother took him up there to see the magnificent creatures on one of their ‘full moon runs’ that the Sanctuary does once a month. The wolves are beautiful and much larger than Stiles would’ve thought, or at least, the newest wolf is. The owner had said he’s a special breed. Stiles just didn’t realize quite how special he is.

The Accidental Stilinski by DaisyBeats | @jos-corner-of-the-world (2025•GA•4.2K)

Eli starts his first day at lacrosse practice being mistaken for Stiles. Eli just rolls with it We all love a good unhinged Coach Finstock moment

Badlands by write_light | @write-light (2024•E•33.4K)

Sterek AU as camp counselors / ranch hands from different worlds, meeting in the mountains over three summers, and falling in love but living separate lives. They're only truly free in the endless high altitude summers that never last long enough and can never return the same way twice. Will they find a way to do this forever and just be together? Beacon Hills holds no monsters, but terrible creatures fill the lands around Hale Ranch, high in the Colorado Rockies. Nature walks and howling wolves, bucking bulls and stars overhead, and two boys who need each other more than they’ll ever admit.

begging you to stay (if it isn't too late) by MonsterRae1 | @monsterrae1 (2025•E•15.6K)

“Why?” He asked in between broken sobs “Why did he leave us, dad?” Derek hadn’t know what to answer, he hadn’t known how to explain to their perfect and sweet boy that they had struggled with their marriage for a long time, that they loved each other very very much, that Derek would always love Stiles, but he wasn’t going to force him to stay somewhere he didn’t feel loved anymore. Stiles had wanted more, and Derek couldn’t give him that. * Or, after getting injured on a mission, Stiles is forced to recover under the watch of his ex husband, feelings occur.

Stay the night, stay forever by Helloloveyes (2025•E•9.7K)

Stiles met Erica, Boyd and Isaac on three different occasions, their friendship saved him from the loneliness he carried. Then they introduced him to Derek Hale, a man that changed Stiles' life forever. After failing in love and still suffering the consequences, Derek wasn't expecting to find someone like Stiles, so perfect for him it hurt.

Firelight by Daisies_and_Briars | @cal-daisies-and-briars (2025•E•61.2K)

When, in the worst of missing Christopher, Eddie suddenly finds himself having literally turned into a monster, Buck - who is also dealing with a newfound hearing loss diagnosis - is willing to do anything to protect him. Even from himself. OR: Eddie is a creature from Swedish folklore, feat. HOH!Buck

i can read between your lines (dizzy from the spinning) by buckleydiazy | @buckleydiaz (2025•E•4.3K)

“So, theoretically,” Eddie sounds absolutely delighted, “if we didn’t know each other, you’d hook up with me in a public bathroom?” “Theoretically—I mean, do you want a serious answer?” Eddie hesitates for a moment. “Yeah,” he says quietly, all traces of humor gone from his voice. “Tell me.” “Probably,” Buck says. Then a little firmer—“Definitely.” aka: Buck and Eddie have phone sex.

save all your questions for the end by lady_ragnell | @theladyragnell (2025•T•9.3K)

She’s got that pitying expression that always puts Eddie’s hackles up, the widows-and-orphans face, and she’s looking at Buck and Chris as Chris whoops his way down the slide and Buck watches carefully as he catches himself at the bottom. “He must miss his sister very much,” she says. “They look so much alike.” In which someone makes a totally logical, if heteronormative, assumption and Eddie loses his damn mind about it.

making me crazy (really driving me mad) by sunshinelester (2025•E•4.9K)

“Fuck, Buck,” Eddie muttered against his skin, his voice rough and strained. “You smell… good.” Buck’s mind was spinning, conflicting emotions rising in his chest until he felt like he would explode. The alpha in him wanted to growl and nip at the older man’s audacity. To treat him like a potential mate? To look at him like he wanted to swallow the younger man whole? This wasn’t normal. Alphas didn’t act like this with each other, especially not during a rut where the instinct to mate was at the forefront of their minds. And yet. He couldn’t bring himself to pull away.

Eddie was in a rut. As a fellow alpha, Buck didn’t think much of it; not until he had the older man pressed against his back with sharp canines scraping on his mating gland.

a buck caught in headlights by smilingbuckley | @smilingbuckley (2025•M•6.1K)

After going to a queer club together, a drunk Buck and May call Eddie to bring them home. Completely forgetting who is driving, Buck ends up confessing his love for Eddie to May... with Eddie in the front seat. -- Okay,” Buck says to himself as he fishes out his phone from his pocket. The bright light hurts his eyes and he has to put it far away from him, not unlike Bobby trying to read a meme without his reading glasses. The thought makes him giggle. “Who do we call?” “Ghostbusters,” May says, snickering. It takes Buck three tries to unlock his phone. “Hmm… Hen, Karen, Maddie – nope, she needs her beauty sleep. Uh… Eddie, Chim-“ “Eddie!” May says excitedly. She smiles at him, “I love Eddie! Eddie is awesome.” Buck nods, “He really is. I will call Eddie.”

Canine Teeth In The Side Of My Neck by RighteousPunk (2025•E•5.9K)

Eddie’s skin is pale, cold under his touch, yet, something feels different. It’s not pale, cold, is about to die skin he’s used to touch on the worst of emergencies. Their gloves usually don’t manage to hide the feeling that comes with someone who’s on death’s door. And then, it hits him. There’s a hue in Eddie’s eyes, something he’s sure was never there before. In the dim lights of the loft, Eddie’s eyes are shining red. And through Eddie’s slightly opened lips, two white canines are perking out.

Or, Eddie arrives wounded at Buck's loft, and Buck learns a new truth about his best friend.

Ace of Hearts by glorious_spoon | @glorious-spoon (2024•T•9.6K)

"Though—and I know you probably don't want to talk about it, but since you and Natalia are over with now, I've been wondering…" Maddie pauses, watches Buck make a face like he's bracing to be smacked. "What happened with Eddie?" Buck stops wincing and just blinks at her for a second. Then he says, "What?" "You two were dancing around it for so long, and then… what, it just didn't work out? Was the date really that bad?" She's expecting another wince, or even for him to duck out of the conversation entirely, but instead Buck is staring at her like she's grown a second head. "Maddie. I've never been on a date with Eddie." - Or: the poker game was a date. It takes Buck a while to catch on, though.

shoulder the sky (let the rain come) by literalmetaphor | @absolutelybifurious (2024•M•44.5K)

There’s too much heat. The flames crackle and curl in the busted windows. The house is only two stories high. If Buck would listen, if he’d turn around and get out – he could be at the door, he could be out of the fucking blast radius. But Buck’s still standing in it. Eddie is cursed. Like he has been for years. Eddie is the blast radius. OR Eddie Diaz is cursed.

Parabola by semperama | @semperama (2025•T•4.6K)

“Hey, uh. By the way.” Buck’s been thinking about this, and he has to say it now, or it’ll explode out of him at a much worse time, in a much worse way. “Make sure you don’t forget to change your will again.” Eddie turns toward him, mouth quirked, brow furrowed, like Buck has just said something sort of silly. Like he’s talking about curses again. “What?” “I mean. Like.” Buck twists his fingers together in his lap and looks down at them. “You need to change it so your parents will be his guardians, right? If something happens to you.” “What?” Eddie says again, and he doesn’t sound amused this time.

you'll find you again by rangerdanger (mxgicxltrxgedy) | @call-me-medusa (2025•E•4.6K)

“Eddie,” Buck asks again, punctuating each word as he repeats his question, “What did you want to do?” Eddie can barely remember how they got here in the first place. “Give myself joy.” “Give yourself joy.” Buck repeats. “Now, how are you going to give yourself joy if I come and get you off myself?” - Or, Eddie's learning how to want joy for himself.

A Million Stabs Is All It Took by hearmyplea (2025•T•18.2K)

Eddie wants a tattoo after returning from deployment. The fact that his tattoo artist, this Evan guy, is affecting him this much shouldn't be examined.

from your point of view by MacksDramaticShenanigans | @stevethehairington (2025•T•4.3K)

“Hey, Buck,” Eddie not-quite-slurs. It’s a close thing, though. The glass in his hand is his fourth— no, fifth, and wine always hits him so much harder. He’s bright-eyed and rosy-cheeked and loose-limbed on the couch, pressed so close to Buck he’s half in his lap. Buck’s got a steadying arm around his waist— couldn’t avoid the draw to touch even if he wanted to. “Hm?” Buck asks, feeling a little buzzy himself. “Buck,” Eddie repeats. “You’re bicyc—bisect— bisexual.” Buck laughs at Eddie’s stumble. Smiles bright, proud, and nods. “I am,” he agrees. “Have you ever—” Eddie’s winestained mouth purses; his brow furrows thoughtfully, “— have you ever thought about me?” He sways forward, widens his eyes purposefully, whispers, “Like, y’know.”

white house AU by buddiebuddie | @buddie-buddie [Part 1 & 2]

buck is the president of the united states and eddie is the secret service agent in charge of his security detail. shenanigans ensue.

Ink Flowers Into My Skin by hoveringcat9 | @hoveringcat9 (2025•T•4.7K)

Buck feels adrift, he’s fed up of dating and his search for the right tattoo artist has been fruitless. Luckily Karen has a new friend up to the job and more. For Week 7 of Winter of Buddie - Prompt Floral

kiss me on the mouth and set me free by keiro (2025•E•3.6K)

“It’s alright , it’s alright… I got you,” Eddie whispers on his skin, punctuating the end of the phrase with a kiss. When he speaks again, his voice is a tone lower, words rasping out of his lips. “Eyes on me, Buck.” Buck forces himself to open his eyes, and he’s just in time to see Eddie staring right at him, opening his mouth just a little while he holds his arm. Buck sees the way Eddie’s fangs expand, a gasp stuck on his throat right as they sink into his skin. - Eddie bites Buck, what comes next is a consequence.

He touched me, so I live to know by KejfeBlintz (2025•T•4.1K)

Eddie was jostled as Buck crashed down beside him, drinks in hand. The bar was packed so six of them were jammed in a booth designed for four. Eddie shot a quick apologetic look at Ravi, who had been squashed against the wall with Buck’s ungainly arrival. Buck handed out everyone’s drinks then pushed himself close to Eddie to fit on the bench, elbowing him in the ribs. “Watch it, Buckley,” Eddie groused, elbowing him back. “You watch it, Diaz,” Buck replied, kicking his ankle. “How about you both watch it,” Ravi grumbled as he was shoved against the wall again. “Be easier if there wasn’t a literal giant taking up all this space,” Eddie complained, “dude, when did you get this broad?” “These are lifesaving muscles, Eddie, don’t be a hater.” Or, 5 times Buck and Eddie touched, and one time they really touched.

An Angry Blade by Daisies_and_Briars | @cal-daisies-and-briars (2025•M•43.8K)

Buck finds out that the curse of Billy Boils is VERY real, and far more complicated and dangerous than he could have expected.

H-E-A-T-A/B/O: A Buddie Anthology by Bucksbelly (drarryweasley) | @bucksbelly [WIP] (2025•E•20.9K)

An anthology of Buddie one-shots based in omegaverse settings. These stories are NOT connected; they each have slightly different lore and can be read in any order! Brought to you by I wanted to write my favorite trope but couldn't decide how to do it so I wrote a bunch of them

Pain's like cold water by shadowkatninjawarrior (2024•M•75.2K)

Evan Buckley had lived a lie for sixteen years and it was going just fine. Until the truth started spilling through his fingers. Or, Omega!Buck has been pretending to be an alpha for more than half his life and everything changes when Eddie finds out.

faded from the winter by Daisies_and_Briars | @cal-daisies-and-briars (2025•T•9.9K)

Eddie struggles to bounce back after the shooting. Buck starts leaving him with his service dog, Cranberry.

gravity in between us by charmingqueenie | @alexisrosemullens (2025•T•16.7K)

Eddie’s not used to explaining his relationship with Buck. Everyone in LA just knows what they are. They’re Buck and Eddie. There isn’t one without the other. He knows that he’s been vague about what Buck is to him with his new coworkers. He knows this and yet he can’t stop himself. The first few times were an accident. He doesn’t mean to be vague and what he said could imply platonic. This time though. or Eddie accidentally implies that he's dating Buck to his new team in El Paso.

We're Overdue for a Revival by BespectacledBunny | @bespectacledbunnys (2024•M•60.8K)

“If I had,” Chris lingers on the words, watching Eddie intently through the screen, “If I had conditions?” Eddie feels his stomach knot up. It’s the first time Chris has ever alluded to a willingness to come home. Usually he just shoots Eddie down with a flat “I know” before hurrying off the call. Eddie Diaz will be damned before he lets this chance slip through his hands. “Anything,” his voice rings with desperation in his own ears, “Whatever you need to feel ready to come home. If I can make it happen, I will.” Chris eyes him, young face serious as a judge presiding over trial. An apt comparison because only Chris could condemn or parole Eddie. His fate is in his son’s hands so completely that if he was going to therapy, Frank would probably be concerned. Finally, Chris opens his mouth and says something so earth shattering as to crack the foundations of his father’s mind. “Marry Buck,” Chris says firmly.

cat-astrophic by smilingbuckley | @smilingbuckley (2025•T•5.5K)

Buck falls in love with a kitten. The kitten falls in love with Eddie. (Buck doesn't blame her.) -- It doesn’t take long before a familiar truck approaches. Eddie looks unimpressed as Buck gets into the car, holding the kitten tightly to his chest. “I’m surprised it took you this long to pick up a stray.” Buck snorts, “Well, you picked me first, so.” Eddie shakes his head, starting to drive again. “I didn’t pick you. You just appeared.” “Well, this one just appeared as well,” Buck tells him. “I couldn’t leave it, Eddie. What if a predator eats it?”

What if All I Need is You by serenelystrange | @serenelystrange (2025•GA•2.9K)

“Does Ravi actually think me and Eddie are dating?” “Maybe,” Chim says after a moment of consideration. “Or he’s just really good at fucking with you.” “50/50,” Hen agrees. “Eddie doesn’t even like men,” Buck says with a frown. “I asked.” “Of course you did,” Chim says, dropping his head into his hand with a murmured whisper of Jesus Christ.

oh brother, I see (you burn like me) by canadadry (2024•M•47.9K)

Adriana doesn’t tell their parents that she’s going to LA. She doesn’t tell Eddie, either—or ask, for that matter. She does ask Chris, and he thinks it’s a good idea—says as much, on the phone, and doesn’t say much else. “Buck will probably be hovering,” is what Chris does volunteer. It still surprises her when the man who opens the door is not Eddie. It’s—Captain America, is the thing that actually comes to mind—a man close to a foot taller than she is, if not more than that, with blond curls and broad shoulders, and he’s got a question in his very blue eyes that’s probably less friendly than the one he actually asks her. “Uh,” he says. “Can I help you?” — Or: Adriana arrives in LA. Maddie has been here the whole time.

Don’t hang up on me, cause I’m hung up on you by creatures_that_dont_die | @creatures-that-dont-die (2025•E•5.8K)

“What are you making for dinner?” “I was just going to reheat some leftovers,” Buck says. Eddie makes a noncommittal noise on the other end, sounding almost disappointed. “What, were you hoping I’d make you something?” “No, I—” Eddie hesitates, then sighs. “I sort of wanted to listen to you cook.” The softness in his voice shifts to teasing. “You talk so much while you do it, I figure it’ll fill all the silence here. But I can just watch TV instead, once I figure out how to—” “No, no, I’ll cook something. Only because you asked so nicely. I’ll put you on speaker, okay?” As Buck sorts through Eddie’s fridge, deciding what he can throw together, he and Eddie fall into their usual chatter. When he’s at the stove, facing away from his phone resting on the table, he can almost imagine that Eddie is here with him and not 800 miles away. (Buck and Eddie talk on the phone almost constantly, and one thing leads to another.)

one way out and we're gonna find it by atlasblue85 | @atlasblue85 (2025•T•6.9K)

He just needed a little more time, is what he kept telling himself. A little more time to work through it and he’d be okay, wouldn’t feel like there’s a vice grip over his heart and lungs and the voices of his childhood priests in the back of his head at the thought of being seen in public with a man. There’s tears rolling silently down his cheeks now as Buck cradles him, and he finally manages to whisper, “How’d you do it? Go on a date with a guy, in public?” “Eddie?” Buck’s hands still from where they’ve been rubbing soothing patterns across Eddie’s back. “I don’t– I can’t–” Eddie tries, but he can’t make the words come, and he grips Buck’s shirt tighter instead.

younger than clouds by seachanged | @spacesongs (2025•T•1.1K)

When Buck drifts back awake the sun is about to drop over the horizon, its last light bathing the cabin in buttery pinks and corals. Eddie is leaning against the kitchen island dressed in a pair of boxer briefs that appear to be Buck’s, at least judging by how low they hang on his hips.

check me out and take me home by prioritizelove (2025•GA•1.4K)

“Chris really likes you, you know. One time–” Eddie laughs, “One time I brought him here during the evening, so you weren’t here, and he was literally pouting when we left. Said the librarian at the desk wasn’t as good as his friend Buck and ended up just checking out one of those, uh,” he waves a hand, “wimpy diary books.” Or Buck's a children's librarian and Christopher is his favorite patron. He'd be lying if he said he didn’t look forward to seeing Christopher’s dad as well.

Meet Me in the Middle (Underneath a Little Bit of Mistletoe) by Princessfbi | @princessfbi (2022•E•40.2K)

“I’m sorry…” Eddie said, holding his hand out to stop the tumble of words falling from Buck’s lips. “You want to what?” Of all the things he thought Buck wanted to talk about at breakfast, the breakfast Buck had asked Eddie if he wanted to grab at the end of their long shift, this was nowhere near it. “Fake date.” Buck repeated with all the confidence in the world that Eddie didn’t believe for a second because what Buck was proposing was insane. “For the holidays.” aka Buck and Eddie agree to fake date each other to get through dinner with their parents during the holidays!

Face to my face by EtoileGarden | @etoilegarden (2023•T•46.5K)

“Is your birthmark genetic?” Bobby asked, raising his eyebrow at Buck over the salami he was slicing. “Does it match one of your parents?” Buck spoke through the slice of salami he’d snuck into his mouth. “Nah,” he said. “I’m the first.” “Maybe your kids will have it,” Hen suggested. “If you end up having kids.” “Poor kids,” Chim said, patted Buck on the back. “I can not imagine that was a kind birthmark to wear during school. Kids are mean.” Buck tried to laugh it off. Was filled with the cold memory of his classmates teasing him. He’d managed to bluster his way into popularity as a teenager - once he’d shot up and became broad in all the right places. But before that? “Maddie - my sister - she always said I looked cool,” he said in an attempt at bravado. “I think - I think - I was fine.” Or - another dad!Buck fic because I always love writing baby fics. Eventual Buck/Eddie.

#Sterek #Buddie #stiles stilinski x derek hale #evan buckey x eddie diaz #2025 Fic Rec List #Sterek Fic Rec #Buddie Fic Rec #I know I'm missing at least 1 tumblr link but I lost the post #and the author doesn't have it anywhere on ao3 :(

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pyfsan · 2 days ago

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You're my best friend

Synopsis: Your mother makes you attend a trip with your family's friends after your break up with your boyfriend. You don't want to talk or see anyone. Except, maybe, Jake... your childhood best friend

Pairing: bff!jake x reader

Genre: smut, kinda fluff (idk???

wc: 3k

warnings: oral (fem rec), sex with no protection (don't do thiiiiss), nipple sucking, friends to ??? dynamics, family gathering ambient, jake is soooo down for her

N/A: honestly there's not much to warn in this one, i feel like it's vanilla but in a good way!!! Please bare with me —smut under the cut

You had just broken up a long term relationship and you're feeling like shit. It has been weeks since that happened but still you were so lost, it feels like yesterday... still your parents insisted on this stupid trip anyway.

"Jake and Julia will be there!" Your mom tells you with a big smile like it was supposed to make you excited too. But you have known Jake and Julia for your whole life now, you're not exactly jumping with the idea of seeing them again.

"Mom, I'm not feeling like family trip right now... please! They'll ask questions and I don't wanna talk about it"

"Then don't talk about it!" She says as if it was that simple. You sigh "You're going. I'm not traveling and leaving my daughter alone here to rot and starve herself for a whole week"

"Fine! Fuck" you say as you walk to room so you pack up your things.

You left before dawn and arrived at the lake house on the evening. Your family's friends were already there, since they also had the keys to the house. Your moms were childhood friends so the families were this close since before you, julia or jake were even born. You loved them, truly, you could not picture your life without them, but right now you are not in the mood to family gathering, dinner at the table and small talk.

"You look disgusting" was the first thing jake said when you arrived. Sure you look bad after weeks suffering with this fucking break up thing you had going on...

"And you smell bad" you say back going straight inside with your backpack on your back.

"Is everything ok?" He asks, getting the heavy backpack off your shoulder to get it upstairs. You bet an eye on him again before seeing Julia getting downstairs. You two hug and she starts talking so you feel glad you don't need to answer Jake's question.

Dinner is torturing, your dad let it slip that you and your boyfriend broke up and you can see pity in everyone's face. They try to ignore the matter after noticing you are almost crying at the table but still... the way they kept eyeing you made it worse. So you just left dinner early and went to your room to crawl on your bed.

Some time later the door opens and you see Julia and her brother entering with bottles of wine in their hands and you can't help but smile. It was a you guys thing to drink hidden in your rooms late at night.

They crawl up the bed with stupid grins that makes you laugh and jake opens up the first bottle.

"When were you going to tell us about the breakup?" Jake starts and julia slaps her brother's arm

"I was preparing myself... sure wouldn't be at the dinner table" you sigh before leading the bottle of wine to your lips. "Just forget you know about it, ok? I don't wanna talk about this tonight"

"And what about tomorrow?" This time Julia raises an eyebrow to you and Jake is the one scolding his sister.

"I don't know. We'll see... but tonight let's just drink, I wanna forget this stupid breakup, I wanna forget him" you say and instantly feel a release for saying these words out loud.

And as the good friends they are, they answer your call. So the three of you spend half the night drinking until two bottles of wine are empty and dry rolling on the floor and you are laid-back with your head hanging out of the bed with Julia. Jake is sitting on the floor near you. You're laughing so hard you feel your ears burn as he starts imitating the way his sister's hands were trembling to talk to some friend of his the other day.

"So this is your thing now? Getting boys to your little sister?" You raise a brow and he gets defensive.

"She's not little, we're exactly the same age!" He explains himself. "And I only did that once because he was a nice guy"

"Can you get me one of these?" You ask, pouting at him but jake suddenly goes awkward.

"I think you're busy right now" he says with a dying smile that gives you shivers. But you ignore that weird feeling and his weird stare

"You're stupid" Julia rolls her eyes before getting up the bed. "To your information I had a fever that day."

"Ok grandma, I'm sure you did" her brother says sarcastic. The thing with Julia is that she's never kissed a guy before and everytime jake jokes about her shyness, she gets angry.

"Fuck it... I'm going to bed" julia stands up leaving the room.

"Damn, she's mad" you murmur to yourself as you watch your friend almost slamming the door. "You shouldn't have messed with her tonight, i need her around" you whine, pushing jake by the shoulder.

"Hey, I'm still here" he protests.

"And what about it? Me and julia would spoon all night"

Jake sighs before standing up and climbing the bed. You watch in silence as he gets himself under your covers.

"Just until you fall asleep" jake justifies when you open your mouth to protest.

No matter how close you are, this is not common. You would share beds as kids or before puberty, but since Jake's voice started changing and your breasts started growing you were both too aware of the fact that you were not actually siblings. Sure you never felt or thought anything about him, you actually got sick of the idea when both your parents would make jokes about you two getting married someday. But you guess cuddling a little won't hurt anyone, specially tonight when you're feeling so lonely.

You accept his cuddle and get yourself under the covers too, feeling his arms embrace your body. It feels cozy and warm and jake is smelling like alcohol.

"You smell like my grandpa right now, pure alcohol" you whisper and he chuckles, his hot breath hitting your neck and giving you shivers

"And you smell nice" he whispers too and you suddenly get the urge to hide your expressions from him so you just force yourself to not smile. "Bryce is fucking stupid for breaking up with you" oh, there it is... you almost sigh but you hold it in, too nervous by the closeness to his body to actually move an inch.

"How'd you know he did it?" Your voice is so low that he almost can't hear you but he does anyway.

"You wouldn't be drinking and crying if you were the one to do it" jake guesses

"Let's not talk about this. I wanna forget him" you say after some awkward seconds in silence.

"Okay" he nods behind you. "Can you turn to face me?" He asks and you feel your body stiffing. You don't know if you can actually face him this close so you hesitate in your place. But then you feel his hand moving from your stomach to your waist and all of a sudden the air smells different. "Y/n" he calls you

You flip your body in one quick move and then you're face to face. You can see him even in the dark, knowing his face so well you don't need much time to recognize his expression.

"Jaeyun" you let slip your voice as he touches your waist again.

"Is it ok?" He asks massaging your skin under your shirt, squeezing it softly with his slender fingers. You nod quietly, feeling shy. "Relax, it's ok" he whispers encouraging you to close your eyes and you do it.

You close your eyes, feeling your muscles ease under his touch. You allow yourself to get comfortable in this situation, even thou there's a sound far away inside your brain yelling to you that this is not ok. Jake is not allowed. This is not an innocent act. But you choose to ignore it, you lie to yourself that this is in fact an innocent act. Until you feel his lips against your own. Until his tongue is parting its way inside your mouth. Until you're guiding your hand to hold his neck. Then you start lying to yourself that jake is allowed and that this is in fact ok.

He traces his way until he's above your body, pressing you down on the mattress with his weight, but you don't even care. He's stupidly hot right now and his mouth is doing wonders to you. Your face is heated, your body is on fire and his tongue is the only thing that can put out that fire.

You find yourself giving up of that thought at the back of your head telling to end whatever this is. Oh no, you're not doing that. You let him pull your shirt up and taste your skin, you let him suck your nipples and let him touch between your legs. In fact, you take his clothes off with your own hands when you find him taking little too long to get there. Jake himself is in awe watching the way you move so swiftly as you undress both of you.

"You're so hot" he says in a way he sounds like not even him was expecting to confess this. You look at your friend, suddenly too aware that this is the guy you've known for your whole life and had a room at your family's house. He looks at you the same way, but not feeling afraid of this fact.

His hands are now on your face and jake gets close again, his lips touching yours softly and making you forget that you are literally at your panties in bed with him. You touch his slin body, feeling with your hands the flesh you've seen only by far but feel like you know every inch of it. You've seen him shirtless around the house, by the pool, at the beach a million times, however you've never thought that he would feel so good on you.

Jake lays on top of you, wearing nothing but his boxers and everytime he presses his hips on yours, you wish this little piece of fabric would vanish.

"Jaeyun" you call him, starting to get uncomfortable with your sticky panties.

"If you keep calling me like that i will think of you like this everytime you say my name" he says as he slips his boxers away and you try to act cool about it. You wanna look at his size, you wanna see how your childhood friend actually is before he is stuffing his cock inside you for real. "What?" He notices your looks.

"This is crazy" you mumble looking at him on his knees between your open legs, hard cock and heavy balls. Not gonna lie, you're blushing.

"Still want me to do it?" He asks, running his hands smoothly on your legs. Although he is asking a question you don't feel like he is not certain of what he wants. "Please, let me do it" oh my god, you're so fucked up. Jake waits for you to say something but you actually just pull your panties down and off, opening your legs for him again.

With no words needed he gets down, face disappearing between your tights. You were not expecting this, so you are chocked when his puffy lips touches your wet cunt for the first time.

"This is crazy" you repeat yourself but this time it sounds more like a moan.

He takes this as a compliment and starts working his tongue on you, nose pressing on your clit time and time again making you almost squirm. He's moving like a feral, mouth eating your entire pussy like it was nothing, it actually makes you drip even more. But this is not what you need right now, you want him to end this madness already. All this making you so horny and it starts to feel like guilty because this should not be happening. So the sooner he fucks you, the sooner it ends.

"Please, come up" you say, poking him with a finger. Jake stands on his knees again, a little confused on why'd you stop if he knows you were feeling good. "I just want you to fuck me and end with this, ok?"

"Oh... fine" he whispers back.

You choose to do it in the same position you were cuddling earlier, his chest against you back. Jake slips his cock into you with ease and holds your upper leg open in the air so the angle is better. When he starts picking his pace you close your eyes tight. It all feels so good it's frustrating... when the bed makes a sound you look at him on alert but his stupid ass only let out a smirk and continues to fuck you.

"This is too loud" you whisper over your shoulder.

"Shut up, no one hears a thing around this house" jake sounds carefree

"How'd you know that?" you ask still scared someone will notice the noise but he doesn't give a fuck...

"My own experience" he says and holds your left boob to play with your nipple with his fingers. It makes you moan instinctively and he smiles with that.

"You're ridiculous" you sigh.

You wake up next day with your mouth dry and head feeling heavy. You did not drink enough for a hangover but still... you guess that wine is just not for you. Then you notice you're fully naked and your underwear is on the ground together with the rest of your clothes. That's when you recall. Jake was here, he has been on this bed and now is somewhere in the house acting innocent around your families. As if he hasn't spend half the night making you moan and squirm over his veiny cock. Oh your head hurts just by the thought...

You get up the bed to get ready for breakfast although probably everybody else have already eaten. So you take a quick shower and get dressed before swallowing your shame and walking downstairs. It's 10pm, your moms are watching tv in the living room with julia and dads are on the kitchen preparing some fishing equipment with jake.

"Good morning, sweetheart" your dad greets you and you smile at him before looking at jake at the counter. He eyes you back as if he's about to say out loud for everyone to hear that he fucked you last night.

"What" he mimics with his mouth over to you and you roll back your eyes. Jake chuckles then goes back to ignoring you.

You go to the fridge and prepare yourself something for breakfast then walk back to the living room to stay with the girls. Julia was making bracelets so you join her after eating your bowl of cereal.

"Who's fishing today?" Julia's dad enters the living room. He was talking to you girls as you always join them when they go fishing on boat, but today you're not really interested in sitting on a limited space with jake.

"I am" julia says standing up quickly. She looks at you, waiting for your excited words too. And when your moms both look at you too you feel pressured.

"I am" you say as you stand up.

Five of you walk out the house, jake approaches you and leaves a bucket on your hand.

"You're doing nothing" he says annoyingly before leaving to walk ahead of you. You wanna start throwing fist right there but you suddenly remember the sound of his whimper and you freeze on place.

This was driving you crazy. Everytime someone looked at you was like they knew what you did and everytime jake would say something was like he was bragging about it. But in fact... no one knows, only you two. And maybe this was even worse considering that jake was the type to act dramatically mysterious when he had a secret. You were doomed.

The group finally gather inside the boat and your dad starts the engines to get it to the middle of the lake. Julia and jake both sit beside you and it makes you nervous again. You look at the view on his side, just as excuse to see him at your panoramic view and he looks as normal as ever. Not carefree, nor mysterious, nor like he's plotting something, not even stressed like you.

"What you looking at?" he asks cockingly but with a smirk after he notice his sister walking away from you. And when you take a bit to respond he leans more to you and whisper in your ear "bet you're thinking about me naked" oh great now your face is red. He is laughing when you face him again and it makes it all even worse. Not that you were thinking of him naked, but was it necessary to out you like that?

"Can you not say stuff like that around everyone?" You whisper back with a serious face and jake starts acting innocent again which is common but still annoying. "I'm being serious, this shouldn't have happened" and that's when his face changes.

"So you regret last night?" He asks with his voice low.

"What the fuck do you think?" You're whispering to him but avoiding eye contact at this point "stop trying to tease me, it won't work" you tell him and leave to sit next to julia on the bow.

For the next two hours you avoid talking or even looking at him. Which is difficult, almost impossible, but you try anyway. And when your dad finally calls it a day to get back to the house, you're feeling drained. You knew it was going to be exhausting to be around people after the breakup but you never thought jake would be the reason.

This stupid guy who you've seen eating nose snot is now looking at you like he would open your bra with the power of his mind only if he could and for the first time in your life this is a real problem. Getting railed is a problem.

#enhypen hard hours #enhypen smut #jake smut #jake sim #sim jaeyun

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gearsandhammers · 3 days ago

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STONES, LIKE DIAMONDS : VIKTOR X M!READER

synopsis : you're a biology/zoology student at the academy, and you've been placed in the same lab as jayce and viktor. you grow close with the both of them over time, but you have a soft spot for viktor...

warnings / tw : meljayce mentioned , idk how animals work in runeterra so all animals exist there now, grammarly is my beta

pairing : viktor x male reader | m/m

author's notes : hiya! sorry this one took me so long, school hit like a truck this week. anyways, i really liked this concept! like a lot, would you guys want this as like a series or miniseries? if this gets at least 40 ish notes maybe i'll make a second part! anyways, have a great day/night and read!

Heimerdinger had taken you in as one of the very few zoology students at the academy, intrigued by your studies. Despite how large the academy is, they run out of space at some point. So, he placed you in the lab of two of the most brilliant men in Piltover, Jayce and Viktor. You were sort of confused by that since your two lines of research didn't really connect anywhere, but you didn't dare argue with Heimerdinger.

So here you stand in front of the grand lab doors, a box of your lab supplies in your arms and a bag with your textbooks slung over your shoulder. You take a deep breath and push your way through the doors to the lab. The two men in the lab turn towards the door, one sitting at the desk and the other standing at the chalkboard, both of them looking equally exhausted.

You recognize one of them, Jayce, from the posters all around Piltover. From that, you assume the other seated at the desk is Viktor.

"Ah, you must be the student Professor Heimerdinger said would be joining us. Please, come in." Viktor says, motioning for you to come in. You place the box down on the far end of the desk, and walk over to them, shaking their hands and introducing yourself. Your voice quivers, and your hand almost shakes, but you force yourself to gain some semblance of composure. These are going to be your lab... partners, after all.

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Months pass like minutes, and you get closer to them over time. You spend days and nights in the lab, discussing school, labs, personal things, and everything in between. You spend late nights with them, laughing at how delirious you all are at 3am, trying to finish your work.

"Gods, we should go to sleep," you comment, trying to pick up all of the papers that fell onto the floor in your dazed laughter. Jayce rubs the back of his neck, nodding.

"Yeah, I'm probably gonna head back to mine. Mel's probably waiting for me." he picks up his bag, stuffing his notebooks into it before slinging it over his shoulder. "You two get home safe, yeah?" he smiles at you and Viktor.

"Yeah, you too. Say hi to Mel for us." You say before he nods, shutting the door behind him, washing you and Viktor into a half-awkward silence. "So, you gonna head home?"

"Eh, yes. Maybe, I don't know if I have anything else I need to get done tonight..." he trails off, sifting through piles of paper, looking for any unfinished notes.

"Do you think I could walk you home...?" You fiddle with your thumbs, looking down at your bag as you organize the papers in it. "I mean, I don't have to, it's just─"

"I'd like that." he interrupts you, putting his notebook into his bag. "I don't have anything else to do, are you ready to go?"

"Oh! Um, yeah, I got all my stuff." You scramble to your feet, pushing your seat in and turning off the desk lamps and your microscope. "Here, let's go." You open the door for him, stepping aside for him to step through, and he thanks you. You close the door behind the two of you, your keys clinking together with your orca keychain as you lock the lab door.

You and him walk back to his apartment, chatting about everything and nothing. He makes a few flirty comments, you brush them off and rule it down to flattery. At some point, you realize you've been staring at him as you walk when you almost walk into a lamppost. He laughs and you rub your arm, embarrassed. You finally make it to his door, and something in your stomach twists as you think about having to walk home alone, without the familiar comfort of his voice. As he unlocks his door, he turns around to you and you jump a bit, snapped out of your thoughts.

"Thank you for walking me home, sir," he teases. You smile at him, before remembering something.

"Oh right, I have something for you! Well, a few things." You dig through your bag, pulling out a small pouch and you open it, pulling out a few smooth, shiny stones. One was golden orange, almost like tiger eye. I saw this one and it reminded me of your eyes." You sift through them, and he looks at you with an expression that's a mix of astonishment and pure infatuation, but you don't notice. You find a few small black ones, and take them, along with the amber one, and put them in his hand. "Those little black ones reminded me of your moles, they were like little constellations in the sand," you explain, smiling, proud of yourself, and just happy to talk about your work.

You finally look up at him, having put the rest of the rocks back in the pouch and into your bag. You make eye contact with him, and you're a bit taken aback by his soft, loving sort of smile. "You're giving me rocks...?"

"Well, basically. Did you know that young gentoo penguins give other penguins stones or pebbles to put in a nest when they find a potential mate in an attempt to impress their desired mate, a lot like humans gifting diamonds or jewelry to a significant other?" you ramble, obviously passionate about your research.

"So, are you saying that I'm a 'potential mate'?" he smirks, turning to put the rocks down on his coffee table, waving for you to come in. You look down at your hands, a little stunned and you take a deep breath before stepping into his house, your hands clutching the strap of your bag.

"I mean, you could think about it like that, but I just saw them and thought of you─ oh, hi, you're very close," you notice he's come closer to you, and you have to lean back to try to give yourself more distance, knowing you'd just melt if he got too close.

"Come, take your coat off. I have some of my own... gifts, to give to you."

#kaisen writes !#arcane fic #arcane x male reader #viktor x male reader #arcane viktor x male reader #arcane x you #arcane #fanfic #viktor x reader #biologist reader #zoologist reader

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princessofghosts-posts · 14 hours ago

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I just realize that all of the sons of the Big Three had memory loss.

Percy and Jason got switched and Hera erased their memories.

Percy could remember only Annabeth's name because Hera couldn't totally cancel her from his brain (their love is so strong and,also,probably Aphrodite's doing),of his beef with Ares (hate so strong that he couldn't forget it) and unconsciously also Nico (some says it's for the strong guilt that he has for him,but I don't think so).

Jason,on the other hand,couldn't remember anything of his past,and with also Aphrodite and her mist manipulation,he had his brain a little fucked up. Even after HoO,he didn't have ALL of his memories back,and his friendship and relationship were based on a lie (Jasper could have gone on,they could have started all over again as they wanted if they really wanted to,but Rick didn't give them the possibility).

Both of them had their memories taken away by Hera,that for Percy is like an horrible petty aunt,and for Jason is like a sort of strange step-mother,and he was also her champion.

Then we have Nico (and Bianca).

The memories of his life,before arriving at the Lotus Hotel & Casino,have been washed away in the Lethe by his father himself. And for half of the narrative he struggles to remember his mother and what his life was before the discovery of being a demigod. And,like Jason,I don't think he'll ever be able to get all of them back. Hades thought he was doing them some good (especially with Maria's death,that at the time was still fresh and he didn't want them to live with that weight),but he still deprived his son of memories of a mother and sister that he will never get back,or at least not all of them.

On the other hand,we have Bianca,Hazel and Thalia: their daughters.

Bianca had the same problem as Nico,but she never understood what was actually happening with her memories,because she thought it was only the Lotus effects on them (70 years is big after all,even tho for them it was only a couple of weeks). And she died too early to find out that her father erased half of their life.

During SoN,we see Hazel struggling with her flashbacks regarding her past life. And it's linked to her death. Hazel spent years as a soul,although she remembered who she was and her life. But when she was brought back to life by Nico (he became the equivalent of Jesus in Greek mythology at this point) those same memories returned with her too. This caused her to have flashbacks both because she had to readjust to being alive again and because of her curse. She also had to readjust herself with the modern world,that was different from what she had always knew. It was never a memory loss,but for me it's close to that. She was processing her life.

Thalia's been dead for years,and when returned to life,after the events of SoM,she felt like she didn't belong. Luke,her best friend (and crush),become their enemy; Annabeth,the girl she took care of,had grown up and knew how to take care of herself now; Grover was almost never present at the camp,and she did not know who most of the demigods there were. Time passed for everyone but her,and she felt stuck in the change. I don't think she had any sort of memory loss problem,but more of the fact that she had to readjust herself with the years loss.

At this point for the Gods,erasing the memories of their demigods children/nephews,it's a family tradition. Because half of them had amnesia and the other half was stuck in time (2 of them also came back to life,while another one died,but anyway-). Unfortunately Nico belongs to both,that guy can never catch a break.

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tinysheepcrusade · 11 hours ago

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Only Her

Sevika x Female Reader

Summary: You are the newest addition to the brothel in Zaun. After a few weeks of boring sex work you're the next victim of Silcos right-hand woman, Sevika. Will you make it through the night unphased or fumble under her cold touch?

Content Warning: Smut, Dom Sevika, Teasing, Squirting, Brothel (SexWork), Strap On, Rough Sex, Biting, Almost Hate Sex.

The eye roll you give your manager could kill a grown man. You don't mean to it was just a reflex as she went on and on about a special customer coming tonight.

“Roll those pretty eyes if you want to but they're back from their trip and that's when they storm their way in here riled up.”

“That's great and all Miss Babette but you don't even know who he's going to go for, if he’s a regular shouldn't he have one specific girl he comes for each time? Or is he a girl hopper?” Babette, as gentle as ever, helps you clasp your necklace. You'd only been a brothel worker for two weeks now and you were over the nervous jitters. It was almost the same routine every night with these pathetic men. “It stopped being scary once you realized they only last about two minutes on a good day, and more than half probably don't even know what or where the clit is.” Your tone is bored yet and still Babette is giving you a look you can't place. It's almost worry, you think.

The older woman grabs your chin. “You've already made your first mistake-” she shakes her head. “-this customer isn't a he, they're a she.”

You shrug, still unphased, “Okay so if they pick me-”

“When.” She corrects. ”And when she comes in call me over. Don't do anything to get yourself into trouble with someone like that in the time it takes me to walk over to you.”

“You can't just assume she's going to pick me!” You giggle. Waving over your coworker you ask them about this mystery customer. “Matilda, Miss Babette here has a mystery customer coming in, apparently she's run through each and every girl here. If that's true then just tell me is she bad enough to warrant this speech I'm being given?”

Matilda looks at Babette, her eyes going wide. “Oh…. Sevika's back?” The words make every girl in the dressing room freeze for a split second before they all begin to rush out the door to their sections. All before Babette had even confirmed it.

Your manager nods at the only woman brave enough not to scatter. “I don't even have any advice to give you darling besides good luck.” Matilda gives you a pat on the shoulder. “I would say maybe she won't notice there's a new girl but none of us have escaped at least one night with Sevika.”

“Oh please guys this has gotta be some sort of prank.” You stand up, becoming a bit perturbed by them acting as if this customer was some sort of evil cryptid. “I'm heading to the door to greet, see you later.”

You scamper off in your heels and don't hear the mumble your friend says to the manager. “She's toast.”

The night is painfully slow. You spend most of your time directing the customers to the corresponding room of the woman of their choice. A few attempt to request you but per your managers instructions you have to wait until this Sevika person comes through and picks her poison. It almost makes you mad thinking of the money being passed up, though not having to worry about getting a strangers dick wet was always nice.

You stare at the ledger that's keeping track of customers. You're halfway there to fully zoning out, tempted to request cleaning or working the stripper pole instead of this. The only thing that shocks you out is the door slamming closed. You fly into autopilot, smiling and batting your eyelashes at the woman who just walked in. “Good evening love bug, may I get a name, and then I'll help you find whatever pleasure you are searching for~”

She flashes you a grin. Taking her cigar out and blowing the smoke off to the side. “Names Sevika.

You immediately have to bite back any and all remarks that pop up. Writing her name in the book you do as you were told and call over Babette who rushes over to take the reigns. Their conversation seems to be nothing more than pleasantries so you turn to walk off.

“And where does gorgeous think she's going?”

You almost don't stop at Sevika's words, assuming she was speaking about someone else. If it hadn't been for Babette grabbing your hand you'd have gone off to clean.

“Apologies Sevika, Y/N is still new.”

You raise an eyebrow at your boss in confusion. “I thought you'd want me to go check the vip room to make sure it's stocked before Miss Sevika and her pick entered, that is normally the protocol.”

“That is normally the protocol when you aren't the woman being picked, we already checked the room for you two.”

“With all due respect Babette, Sevika here hasn't requested me and I figured it rude to assume.”

Babette hisses out your name. Her signature sign to subtly tell you that you were on thin ice. You once again must swallow your nature to argue. Bowing in submission you look Sevika in her eyes. “Miss Babette is right I am still new, am I who you'd like tonight?”

Sevika’s eyes flicker between you and your boss. Amusement twinkling bright within them. “Kind of cruel to not warn her even a little about me, Im sure I've got a reputation of some sort.”

Babette closes her eyes and shakes her head “We tried to warn her, she’s just a bit… thick-skulled.”

“I am not thick skulled I simply think I should get to make up my own mind on who you are based on the choices you make and not on some silly rumors or past actions I didn't get to see with my own two eyes.” You're still in bowing position, glare burning holes into the ground. Words flow out your mouth quicker than you could stop them.

“Y/N-” Babette challenges. “Miss Sevika are you sure you want to deal with her tonight?”

Sevika breaks the tension between you and Babette, walking up to you and grabbing your hand. She pulls you not so delicately towards her own body making you almost stumble straight into her chest. She stabilizes you last minute grabbing your chin. “It's sweet you want to give people the benefit of the doubt but I'm exactly the bully they say I am.” Her other hand feels unnaturally cold as she runs it down your back and over your ass, you can't control the full body shiver that comes from you. “Don't worry Babette it seems like you need someone to break her in a little.” Sevika picks you up throwing you over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes. “She's so pretty. I imagine these men probably do whatever she wants them to all the time, I'll show her how to behave.” Sevika shamelessly slaps your ass making you yelp. Making her way up the stairs with you attempting to keep whatever little dignity you had left while being absolutely manhandled.

The sound of Sevika locking the door behind her makes your stomach turn a little. You don't have time to focus on that because next thing you know you're being tossed onto the master bed gracelessly.

You sit up fast, glaring at Sevika. “ I do not need anyone's help and I surely don't need to be broken down, I have every right to defend myself when I'm in the right.”

Sevika just stares at you silently. Her eyes roam all over your body in such a way you feel almost naked yet the anger flooding your veins is overriding any bashfulness you might have had in this moment. “And WHY would you want to have the reputation of being mean to the new girls? I was trying to defend you even before I knew anything about who you were.”

“That's your mistake. I didn't ask for your help.”

“Oh please if you were really so bad as they say you are you'd be banned from stepping foot into this building, which means whatever honorless predator they say you are isn't true.” You make sure to never break eye contact with her. She may be twice your size physically but you weren't about to be made to feel small. “I think your all bark no bite isn't that right Sevika?” You smile up at her, “So what'll it be, how do you want me to fuck you tonight?” You go to reach into the drawer filled with sex toys but freeze when you hear laughter.

Sevika looks thoroughly amused, almost a little crazed as she gets in the bed with you. Without even noticing it, you're backing up. That doesn't last long though because as soon as she notices she grabs your ankle and yanks you back into the perfect position to pin you down. It's only now that she's got you trapped with only one hand holding both wrists that you realized her entire arm is mechanical. You want to spend time observing it but she won't be quiet, won't stop egging you on, your eyes flit back to her face.

“Y/N was it?” She asks. Leaning down to whisper in your ear. “You might wanna stop digging the hole you're in, I've never had a woman speak to me in the way you just did.” She kisses your chin and slowly down your neck. “And here I was thinking I was gonna go easy on you cause you just look so fragile, almost too good to ruin……almost.”

Just the kisses on your neck was a lot to process. You decide to blame it on the fact you were already so worked up. It wasn't normal for any client to actually spend time pampering you. “Sevika I don't need you to do this, there really is no shame in just telling me how you want-ah!”

The lunatic was sucking rough on your neck now. There were sure to be some kind of hickey or bruise left over. “Ya know dollface I'm trying to decide if I should tie you up or just show you how easy it is for me to keep you down with one hand.”

“Kinda hng- kinda cheating if the hand you're using is metal, who wouldn't be able to hold a person down with an arm like that.”

She lets go, only to switch to her real arm holding you down. You curse in your head seeing how even when that metal arm wasn't touching you she still had you completely useless underneath her. Immediately you try to resist yet you are still subdued by one very muscular arm. “What nothing to say to that?”

Rolling your eyes you are growing tired of this quickly. “Wasting time trying to pretend you're a top, Sevi?”

“Says the woman squirming underneath me.”

“You put your teeth on me who wouldn't make a few noises at that!” You spit back.

“Oh Y/N you really gonna make this so much harder than it has to be.” Her other arm comes to the top of your one piece pulling it down to expose your chest.

“I am not being the difficult one, my job is to bring you pleasure and you won't just spit out what you really want, you think I'm going to believe you come here and blow hundreds of dollars just so you can finger me real good then leave?” You scoff, utterly unconvinced. “You’re just like the men who ask me ‘Do you like that?’ as they massage a spot that's thirty damn feet away from my clit.”

Sevika actually snorts at that. “Alright Y/N, yeah you got me, im here to use you. Since you wanna know so bad what gets me off then I'll tell you-” She slides her arm up your skirt and into your panties, slowly sliding two fingers over your cunt and landing only slightly away from the hood of your clit. She leans down and licks the bit of sweat that's materialized on your neck all the way up to your ear. “Nothing turns me on more than breaking down pretty brats like you by putting them through the fucking mattress.”

Her fingers land directly on your sweet spot making you choke. You search her face for signs that she's just trying to pick with you but this is the most sincere she's seemed all night. Pleasure and worry mix in your gut, you try to reverse your hips back not wanting to give into what she's demanding but she doesn't let you run. She tuts at you leaning down to take one nipple in her mouth. It's maddening the way she toys with the jewelry switching back and forth until both of your nips are hard. You’re fighting back panting, deciding to bite your lip and force silence. You can't remember the last client that actually made you feel an inch of pleasure. You were at a loss furrowing your brows together you refused to look at her, opting to pretend you were somewhere else.

“Open your eyes, it's one of your few good traits.”

“Oh screw-” your sassy response is interrupted by the palm of her hand landing a clean slap directly to your cunt. The response you have is out of your control, writhing in pleasure and pain your legs attempt to snap close anything to stop her from doing it again, but then you recognize she doesn't need to do it again she's already got exactly what she wanted from that.

“Look at the mess you've made from barely being played with?” She flashes her palm at you and it's covered in your essence. Slick running down her hand she goes in for a long lick letting a filthy deep groan out. “You taste as good as you look Y/N.” Once she's sure you're watching she closes her eyes and becomes consumed with tasting the fruit of her labor. “I’d let you taste but I don't think you deserve something so sweet with that rotten personality of yours.” Her last suck is exaggerated. Three of her fingers slowly slide out her mouth, saliva trail following them. “Well maybe-” she slowly brings her fingers to your mouth and desperately you surge forward to try and get a taste of her but as soon as you do you’re met with her taking your thigh and hitching it up on her hip as the three fingers push into your pussy and begin vibrating.

When you wail and arch up into her she hums in approval. “Oh yeah, there we go.” Sevika’s fingers are so long, she's hitting a place in you that you aren't accustomed to. You wanna fight it, fight her, but all you can do is wrap your fingers into the bedsheets and fuck up against her. “Enjoying my fingers I see, what'll you do if I really fuck you.”

“S-shut up!” The command comes out as a squeal. “Vibrating metal fingers what kind of…” your brain starts to blank. You shake your head back in forth trying to remember the words. “What kind of sadistic pervert do you have to be to even think of this.”

A sensation you've never felt before washes over you, immediately you try to close your legs and continue complaining. “Sevika be serious for a moment I feel off, let me go I need a moment.”

The woman's eyes show her confusion and then light up. “Oh my God you've gotta be joking, a sex worker who's never-” she trails off. You can see the gears turning in her head. “You aren't going anywhere, I have something to show you, something to prove.” She growls into your ear.

All you can do is take it. No amount of fighting it eased the intensity or frees you from her claws.

Sevika hums, ignoring you for a while in favor of working you up. She's staring into your soul enjoying every second of the active meltdown she was sending you into. “Are you getting it now? Your coworkers were right about me, you just accidentally admitted you were wrong.”

Only every other word is processed through your brain. Hips jerking up into her hand. The tightening in your stomach is undeniable. It’s been so long since you've cared to cum at all. Sex being your job had made it so much less interesting until this very moment when Sevika was dragging an orgasm out of you one way or another.

“I'm-pl-no I'm not gonna-” you swallow down the urge to beg. “Shit oh!” You arch so high it's almost painful. An incoherent squeal leaves your lips while she works you down from your high. Your eyes are once again squeezed shut and you don't open them again until you hear her meddling around in the drawer. You see her fixing a harness around her and immediately go into negotiation mode.

“Sevika, hunny, I don't think I can handle anymore that was intense and….” You're struggling to come up with the words to deter her. From just the glance she throws your way, you both know you can absolutely handle more physically but the embarrassment of being the only one fully naked, soaking wet, and near tears at the pleasure after all the mouthing off you did earlier, now that might kill you.

The smile she flashes at you says it all but still, she rubs it in “What's wrong baby? You look so good like this all messy underneath me. I'm all bark no bite right? so what's got you acting like my touch might burn you?”

“I am not!” You cry out. Your will to fight is being broken down little by little. “Who wouldn't cum after what you've done to me! It's only natural-”

She sticks her fingers in your mouth and without even thinking you start cleaning them off. Sucking them the way you know people like, normally it's you making people melt beneath you but you've finally met your match. “You're right about one single thing, for a slut like you this is natural~”

Sevika reaches into the bag she brought and the dildo attachment she pulls out makes your eyes widen. You try to pull back, to protest the size, to wiggle away but she's already accounted for all those reactions. She grabs your ankles pushing them near your head, not used to this position you groan at the feeling.

“Aw Y/N did just the stretch of your legs feel good right there? Your gonna love what I've got in store for you.”

“No, no, there's no way that's going to fit inside me, find someone else to torture with ah~” Your body betrays you, bucking up against the toy when she rubs it through your cunt to gather the wetness. Pure panic hits you and the next words tumble out so fast you can't stop it. “Sevika-” you try giving her puppy dog eyes. “Sevika I apologize.”

“HA!” the sound she lets out is so demeaning. “I think this is about something completely different than what you are crying about, maybe if you spit it out I'll go easy on you, hmm?”

Shit. You know she's beginning to read you like a book and yet you still try to talk your way out of this. “No I'm just intimidated by the size that's all I don't-”

Her other hand wraps itself around your throat, cutting off your lie. “A little bit ago you started whining and begged so pathetically for your freedom, you looked so so panicked, has no one ever made you squirt before? Better yet has anyone ever touched your g-spot before me because all I did was graze it and you fell apart at the seams.”

Fuck.

“Sevika I think-”

“No, you don't.” She smiles in response to the wicked glare you shoot her way.

“I THINK- you could find a woman who will do this for you for free, you are burning money for no reason.”

“Aw concerned for my well-being?”

You truthfully couldn't care less why she's doing what she's doing right now. She's paying to wreck you and all you can really do to keep a little composure is bicker with her. “I'm concerned about your brain it must be fried! You think I've gotten this far in life and never squirted?! I simply don't enjoy it…”

The look Sevika gives you lets you know that she knows you are full of shit. Though this time she doesn't roll her eyes, she starts rubbing little circles on your thighs soothing the small ache trying to take hold. “Ohhhh~” Her hands leave your neck and thigh, helping you sit up. For two seconds you think you've won and successfully baited her into not destroying you with her dick.

Until she picks you up and pins you against the door.

Her hands lift you up by your ass meaning your feet aren't on the ground anymore. The wind is almost knocked out of you and she smirks watching your naked breast heave, trying to get air back.

“Damnit Sevika!” It comes out strangled and strained. “I just said-”

“Oh, I heard you angel…I'm gonna abide by your wishes don't worry.” Her hands keep you spread out. Using the cum already coating your pussy, she makes sure her dildo is well lubricated. Truthfully you didn't even know being this wet was something you were capable of but you’d be damned if you addmited that to her. “Loud and clear” Sevika slowly inches into you choosing to watch your face contort as she maliciously complies with your story. Only the tip is in when she pulls back out slowly. Her hips are barely moving and you slowly deduce what this is.

“I wonder what I did to make God send me such a malicious woman to my bed, ah-fuck!-”

She only gives you one satisfying thrust to shut you up, then she's back to being a bully.

You look up at her through your eyelashes. She's clearly gonna keep you here, keep gently pushing your buttons until you malfunction. You fear with how lightly she's rubbing your clit she's willing to spend all night here in bed until you squeal. Until you beg for her to properly breed you.

The eye roll you give your manager could kill a grown man. You don't mean to it was just a reflex as she went on and on about a special customer coming tonight.

“Roll those pretty eyes if you want to but they're back from their trip and that's when they storm their way in here riled up.”

The older woman grabs your chin. “You've already made your first mistake-” she shakes her head. “-this customer isn't a he, they're a she.”

You shrug, still unphased, “Okay so if they pick me-”

“When.” She corrects. ”And when she comes in call me over. Don't do anything to get yourself into trouble with someone like that in the time it takes me to walk over to you.”

You scamper off in your heels and don't hear the mumble your friend says to the manager. “She's toast.”

She flashes you a grin. Taking her cigar out and blowing the smoke off to the side. “Names Sevika.

“And where does gorgeous think she's going?”

You almost don't stop at Sevika's words, assuming she was speaking about someone else. If it hadn't been for Babette grabbing your hand you'd have gone off to clean.

“Apologies Sevika, Y/N is still new.”

“That is normally the protocol when you aren't the woman being picked, we already checked the room for you two.”

“With all due respect Babette, Sevika here hasn't requested me and I figured it rude to assume.”

Sevika’s eyes flicker between you and your boss. Amusement twinkling bright within them. “Kind of cruel to not warn her even a little about me, Im sure I've got a reputation of some sort.”

Babette closes her eyes and shakes her head “We tried to warn her, she’s just a bit… thick-skulled.”

“Y/N-” Babette challenges. “Miss Sevika are you sure you want to deal with her tonight?”

The sound of Sevika locking the door behind her makes your stomach turn a little. You don't have time to focus on that because next thing you know you're being tossed onto the master bed gracelessly.

You sit up fast, glaring at Sevika. “ I do not need anyone's help and I surely don't need to be broken down, I have every right to defend myself when I'm in the right.”

“That's your mistake. I didn't ask for your help.”

“Kinda hng- kinda cheating if the hand you're using is metal, who wouldn't be able to hold a person down with an arm like that.”

Rolling your eyes you are growing tired of this quickly. “Wasting time trying to pretend you're a top, Sevi?”

“Says the woman squirming underneath me.”

“You put your teeth on me who wouldn't make a few noises at that!” You spit back.

“Oh Y/N you really gonna make this so much harder than it has to be.” Her other arm comes to the top of your one piece pulling it down to expose your chest.

“Open your eyes, it's one of your few good traits.”

A sensation you've never felt before washes over you, immediately you try to close your legs and continue complaining. “Sevika be serious for a moment I feel off, let me go I need a moment.”

All you can do is take it. No amount of fighting it eased the intensity or frees you from her claws.

“I am not!” You cry out. Your will to fight is being broken down little by little. “Who wouldn't cum after what you've done to me! It's only natural-”

“Aw Y/N did just the stretch of your legs feel good right there? Your gonna love what I've got in store for you.”

“HA!” the sound she lets out is so demeaning. “I think this is about something completely different than what you are crying about, maybe if you spit it out I'll go easy on you, hmm?”

Shit. You know she's beginning to read you like a book and yet you still try to talk your way out of this. “No I'm just intimidated by the size that's all I don't-”

Fuck.

“Sevika I think-”

“No, you don't.” She smiles in response to the wicked glare you shoot her way.

“I THINK- you could find a woman who will do this for you for free, you are burning money for no reason.”

“Aw concerned for my well-being?”

Until she picks you up and pins you against the door.

Her hands lift you up by your ass meaning your feet aren't on the ground anymore. The wind is almost knocked out of you and she smirks watching your naked breast heave, trying to get air back.

“Damnit Sevika!” It comes out strangled and strained. “I just said-”

“I wonder what I did to make God send me such a malicious woman to my bed, ah-fuck!-”

She only gives you one satisfying thrust to shut you up, then she's back to being a bully.

After only a few minutes you can't take it anymore. You push your hips up, forcing the toy almost halfway inside you. Even that feels more rewarding than whatever crumbs she was giving you. It's short lived of course as she pulls out.

“Now Y/N what was that?” Quirking an eyebrow she's clearly holding back a smile. “You just bitched about not wanting me to touch your g spot or make you squirt, So stop moving and behave. Let me use you like a pocket pussy.”

Fuck Sevika. No matter what you did she was always quick to one-up you. You’re ready to crash out on this woman but a solution comes to mind. “Well you are right I don't like it but I don't want you to take all night to bust so I'll take it quietly if I must.” Crossing your arms you toot your nose up, she may fuck the pride and respect out your body but she could never take your spite.

“Aw” Sevika coos. “For me? You shouldn't have-” She fixes your position then thrusts till her hips connect with yours. She pulls out a few more times then slams back in every time. “You really shouldn't have.”

The woman sets a fast, hard pace. That wretched toy is so big you can not only feel the tip hit your stomach but see the bulge. Your hand goes down to push at Sevika's hips but because of the difference in your two strengths, she pays it no mind. Once again she's beating up your pussy and your left slackjawed and crying. Her dick thrust into the deepest most sensitive part of you over and over. There's nothing you can do now, you know you'll be clowned tomorrow for the way your wailing right now but it can't be helped. The cheap walls rattled with every push of her hips. No matter how much you tried to deny her your body is always honest. Say you don't like it but your pretty pussy is clenching so sweetly around the toy.

Around her.

“Oh Y/N the way your tits bounce is worth every penny I spent tonight. Sevika decides to look down to where you’re joined. Biting her lip she slows down to grind into your cunt staring shamelessly at your body. “Almost forgot about her~” Mechanical fingers come to caress your clit. Almost immediately that feeling takes hold in your tummy again and it's mind-numbingly intense. Your pitiful writhing is enough of a sign to know that you're racing toward your edge. Her real arm on your behind is single-handly keeping you up, she squeezes your ass hard before taunting. “Nothing else to say Y/N?”

All you know is pleasure right now. All you know is Sevika. You would be so disappointed in yourself later for melting like an ice cream cone in the summer heat in front of a woman like her but right now you were being reduced to a whiney bottom who wanted special treatment.

“Vika….please kiss me?”

Sevika froze for just a moment, confused by the sudden intimacy between you two. Normally she would shoot you down but God were you so damn gorgeous, your hair was a mess, lips swollen, makeup smudged, and still you were the best looking woman she's ever seen. She decides to indulge you and honestly herself too. Something switches in her brain when your kiss taste like cherry lipgloss Sevika sucks on your tongue not letting you retreat until she's had her fill. “Better Y/N?”

“So much better! So good! Gonna…I'm gonna make a mess if you don't stop Vika.” It's inevitable now. You were already leaking onto the damn floor, “Vika permission to cum? I want you to unh- want you to tell me I can mmm wanna be your good girl!”

Sevika considers being cruel, especially since you were being a brat the entire night and now that she had you about to blow you wanna act right but your angelic voice and tiny tears accumulating in the corner of your eyes were enough to stop her. “You don't deserve it but I'm so gracious that I'll give it to ya~”

That's all it takes, thank you is all you can get out before it turns to mindless moaning. Your hips jerk uncontrollably as you splash Sevika's pants, shirt, and even her face. Your hands are tangled in her hair and the tension makes Sevika groan. She wastes no time wiping the cum into her mouth and letting out a noise fit for the filthiest of porns. The mess you are making is all she could ask for and more. A model material girl all messed up like this because of her? Life couldn't be any sweeter. The cherry on top was how defiant you started out as only to crumple like a wet napkin.

Sevika surprisingly carried your princess style back to the bed, finding a dry area to lay you down. “Listen I'm not much for aftercare…” she trails off awkwardly.

Exhausted, you giggle. “That's okay Sevika you can go, I'm a big girl and I imagine there's other customers I have to deal with.”

Sevika returns to her grumpy face. “Can you even walk right now?” Annoyance clear in her voice. “Stop acting tough.” She shakes her head gray eyes rolling for the millionth time that night. “You seem damn near delirious”

You waved her off, pushing up on your elbows to look at her. “Well your times about up so you have to leave regardless, I'll just take a female client first until I regain my strength. “Would you like me to see you to the front door Sevika?”

For a reason she can't place you were pissing her off. “If you get up I'll make you regret it.” She pokes a finger at your chest. “I'll be back and you better be in the exact same spot Y/N.” With that, she nearly rushes out of the room. About 15 minutes later she's back and silently gets into bed with you.

“Sevika you gotta go and I gotta get back to work! Lets-”

She pulls you by the waist against her chest. “No.”

You are so tired but resist dozing off until she speaks up. “The room and you are mine till the morning sun comes up. Now go to sleep I can tell you need it badly.”

There's no energy left to actually tease her and it's nothing but a fleeting thought. You fall asleep peacefully for the first time in weeks.

#sevika smut #sevika #arcane smut #sevika x reader #sevika x you #sevika x y/n #sevika one shot #sevika fanfic

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megabuild · 10 months ago

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im gonna be 100% honest with you man i'm not gonna post this in full because you are just going to open yourself up to getting clowned on again but i do need you to know this is my absolute favourite opening to any ask i've gotten ever.

#mine #for what it counts i think your base point was fair. the idea of discussing childhood in south africa in the 80s and not-#-mentioning apartheid at all does stick out to me as odd. however i think it is easily explained by-#-it being on a podcast w three white (afaik) men who despite encountering some serious topics generally keep it light.#but i do get what you mean.. i just dunno if id write up two whole essay lengths asks about it. on the no nuance site. LOL #anyway its 2am so sorry if this doesnt make sense i hope you have a good night.#also reblogs off sorry just cause like i said i don't want people to clown on this too much or start arguing 😭#i have had a week and a half i don't want to be the guy who accidentally starts mcytblr apartheid discourse

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seaofreverie · 3 months ago

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I knew about the post concert depression but no one told me about the post concert constant feeling of AAAAAAAAAHHH that lasts days and makes everything much more bearable and beautiful and some sort of ethereal type of hope is restored into the world, or maybe it's just the "seeing your favourite band after first thinking that it would never happen and later spending many months waiting for it all the while fearing that it wouldn't happen after all because of circumstances outside my control or feeling like it was too beautiful and wonderful to be true so ofc it wouldn't come true" part of it all

#guys i love they might be giants. did you know about this #me days before the show: crying because i will see they might be giants #me days after the show: crying because i saw they might be giants #truth is that i didn't actually full on cry until yesterday evening though so once i was back home so it was all officially over #and it was time to just slow down and realize that oh well wow. so all that just happened. like for realsies #i also finally looked through my videos and my recording of the whole show (yes as an archivist freak who records audio from most concerts #i obviously had to record this one also. now i can listen to it again and again and be remided that i didn't dream it all up after all)#but yeah all this and now i'm supposed to move on and go back to my stupid daily life #like i didn't just have one of those real actual life experiences and moments of pure fun that other people generally get from time to time #and that i haven't had since idk even when a year and a half ago #thats the last time i consider truly amazing on a level somewhat comparable to this. but back to the show and the whole thing.#like this wouldn't have been quite as perfect if i didn't share that time with fellow fans / friends that i ended up attending the show wit #you don't realize how badly you've been wanting to be included in things and for people to be genuinely fond of you and like your company #until you get included and shown that fondness. like wow i'm allowed to have fun too after all. can it happen again someday please. anyway #i'm just glad that in midst of my big bad awful times i could have this truly amazing 10/10 time #and i guess it doesn't have to be the last such time right. even if it's easy to give into the feeling that it is #but ok anyway i'll get to that proper show recap later when i can think clearly again #and maybe more on that more personal side of it all too because well i have many more thoughts obviously #but whether i get to that in 3 days or 3 months is a mystery for now. just kind of a lot to think about once again #and my stupid baka life continues on also whether i like it or not so that has to be taken into consideration as well #time to think again about school that i'm so totally fully failing now with my two weeks long absence yayyy. its fine i'll figure it all out #goosepost

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aroihkin · 15 days ago

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I'm exhausted. People exhaust me.

#mah posts #rl has been confusing and exhausting and even on here someone decided to kick in the door to be confusing and exhausting #and I don't Understand #rl: I say what I mean and I mean what I say #and people bend over backwards to sift me through some unspoken bs filters to Decipher What I Really Must Mean #and I'm just like #how tf do I be even clearer? there is no ulterior motive or whatever here #this isn't a fuckin HINT janet I said what I meant and I meant what I said please for the love of god just Stop #and then I open my messenger on the app here and get told someone who'd followed me for like idk a decade has decided I suck because I #and I quote #“keep posting reactionary things about AI”#wtf am I even #can I not just exist in peace please what fuckin societal filter was something I reblogged from the toilet taken to mean about me #can everyone please just fucking chill with reading weird shit into my every nuance I am so so so simple guys I really am #i'm so fuckin tired #also for the record the unfollow button doesn't require written notice to use plz just hit da bricks if a decade of me reblogging weird shi #is suddenly nefarious or whatever the hell #remember when it was the big THING to use side blogs for every single interest - I never did that #I have literally never had the energy #if my random reblogs of whatever strange shit of the day has gotten Tiring just go it's fine I won't even notice what is the poooooiiiiint #block me if you don't want me to see you on my dash anymore at least I think it works like that IDEFK #if I wonder about it in a few years I'll just go 'eh maybe they don't use tumblr anymore like half the people I think I still follow'#and then reblog a cat video or w/e and move on with my life #rambling in the tags because none of this by itself is really post worthy I'm just Tired #I've been Tired for weeks over the rl part and was especially depressed about it today #this has just been a sneaky snowball of exhausting crap and I'm so tired

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teenagefeeling · 20 days ago

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...is it petty to block him from my mom's instagram?

#literally spend 2 and a half years leading me on and telling me all this bullshit about your feelings for me #only to change your mind every time i wanted anything other than sex #and ignore my boundaries and keep asking me for casual sex even after i told you multiple times im not interested #then finally tell me you might want it for real then make me wait a whole month to get a real answer #only for it to be not only no #but then you flip things around and try to convince me im crazy and ive been tormenting you for years when i have an emotional reaction #and when i say i feel like you used me sexually you take the opportunity to talk about all the women you've fucked before #and even when we're just friends you never have time to see me and you go weeks on end without talking or wanting to hang out #then. a month later (same amount of time he made me wait) he's fucking someone else #seeing her multiple times a week for hours on end as if he's suddenly not busy #well i think he's a filthy fucking liar and i think he shouldn't get to pretend he didn't do anything wrong #he never took responsibility for hurting me just blamed it on me #he blame his exes for their toxicity too and one of them is also totally unfair #because she literally communicated she told him she wanted a temporary relationship bc she had feelings for someone else #and he decided to move in with her (?) and then when she left him for the other guy he acted like she was somehow evil for that #bro she told you! why were you in the fucking relationship? & why would it be fair to deduce “bitches be crazy” here? she literally told you #god he's such a piece of shit and he hides it behind this very warm demeanor and this fucking fake charm #literally he was telling me shit like he got butterflies around me he wanted to kiss me mid-convo he'd “never really felt this way before”#alllllllll this fake fucking bullshit #ultimately he disrespected me many times and treated me like a crazy person #forced me to phrase all my feelings in therapy-speak and still didn't take them seriously #hope emily has fun!#anyway. you don't get to follow my mom on instagram after all that.

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soutsuji · 2 months ago

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There's an English class on Golden Age detective fiction being offered next semester but the prerequisite for it is the intro to literary study class required for all English majors (which I haven't taken because I'm in a hard STEM major and don't have much time for electives, which means that I have to be really picky with my electives and only go for stuff I like AND doesn't have an awful workload) and also even if I did have that prereq, I wouldn't be able to take the class because it's at the same time as one of my major reqs. And also I'll be in two labs next semester and one of them is pure hell so like I literally don't have the time to take more than 13 credit hours (as tempting as it is to keep up my streak of taking 17-18 every semester even though it's been like really pretty bad for my social life and hobbies). Sigh. (Pressing my hand wistfully against the glass) maybe someday they'll offer the class again

#.txt #at least i had a blast in my sci-fi class this semester #i don't talk about sf on this blog because that's what my secret main is for but guys i LOVE sf you should read more sf #i'm currently sitting at an a+ in that class and my professor has been giving me SUCH good feedback on all my assignments #he used one of my short essays as the class example (which has never happened to me before!)#and also asked if he could use my creative writing midterm project as an example for future classes #and on the last day of class he quickly went through some powerpoint slides recapping the class #and on one of them he had a drawing i submitted as part of a different creative assignment :)#also we read a book from one of my all-time favorite authors in that class AND he visited our class too which was absolutely insane #won't mention the author's name because his books comprise like half the posts on my main. i'm insaaaaane i'm craaaazyyy #currently trying to figure out which topic to write my final paper on but i will definitely be writing about that book #english classes are actually such a morale boost #the only reason i'm not an english major is because that would actually for real kill me #i'm good at writing essays but the process is actually agonizing and i'm a ridiculous perfectionist when it comes to writing #so combining that with poorly medicated adhd means that i almost never turn essays in on time #and spend way too long suffering over each one to make sure they're as perfect as i can get them to be (unattainable standard)#and then they also always end up going way over the word count #for my crime fiction class in the spring i wrote a 19-page final paper about decagon house when i only needed a minimum of 8 #and i honestly could have written even more but i had to stop myself because the paper was already like 2 or 3 days late #and i had been staying up until dawn every night trying to finish it #so basically i can hardly handle having ONE english class #having to take multiple and turn in so many essays on a regular basis is a literal death sentence #i'm taking 2 upper level classes for my other major (haven't declared it yet though) this semester #and i have to write final papers for both of them :') and the instructions are super vague and they're due in a WEEK #one of them is SLIGHTLY more clear because i just need to write about the results of my research project #however. i was unfortunately only given 3 weeks (one of which was thanksgiving so basically i was only given 2)#to design and execute this whole project #and i got a little too ambitious (as i tend to do) and even though i ended up cutting out a lot of the stuff i wanted to do from the projec #it'll still definitely take ages to finish (conducted my experiments yesterday and spent 11 hours in that building. hell on earth)#and that's on top of needing to study for and take 3 final exams...

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cassmouse · 11 months ago

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Absolutely fuck Ghostbusters Frozen Empire for being such a bad film but containing such a good sapphic plotline because it's literally been living in my head rent free since I saw the film and that's horrendously confusing because I DIDNT ENJOY THE FILM ITSELF BUT JUST THE LESBIANS THE STAR CROSSED LOVER-NESS OF IT ALL JUST AUGH

#it is very frustrating #bad film. brilliant lesbian subplot. wtf can I say #also... guess who tf might end up writing a goddamn fic about them #(me)#the Phoebe and melody fandom content so far as few as it has been had driven me insane it's been brilliant and wonderful #and I sort of kind of had a half idea #I have so much other stuff I need to be working on rn but THEM guys them they've been in my head ALL WEEK AND MORE AAA #I don't want to buy into the fuckery that was the film but #oh my god they've had a chokehold on me with this plotline #this is not fair #cass thinks ab stuff #ghostbusters frozen empire #Ghostbusters

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phantajam · 6 months ago

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my hot take about descendants is that NONE of the core four were ready for a relationship until maybe like, the third movie (rant in tags)

#they were still adjusting to living life without struggling to survive #a girl should not be jumping into a relationship the same week she just tried her first piece of non-rotten food lol #thats not to say I don't like the canon ships #but mal married literally the FIRST man she met in auradon. at 18.#and even as far as in descendants 2 we see them still struggling to adjust in different ways (mainly mal)#in d3 they seem to have fully assimilated into life in Auradon (as much as a VK can anyway)#so it makes sense for them to THEN seek out relationships if that's what they want.#but disney ofc wanted to act like romantic love just automatically fixes a person's problems ig?? as if a relationship wouldn't just be #added stress given the position the VKs were in in d1 #not to mention dating just like. wasnt a thing on the isle (mal even says this)#and I get that the kids are craving to be loved because their parents didn't gaf about them. But I wish the first movie focused more on the #finding that love in each other than romantically with outside people. a sort of “they had love in them all along” moment.#and then this fandom loves to argue about whether Jarlos/Janelos was 'rushed'. at least Carlos (and Jay +lonnie) waited a few months before #throwing themselves into the dating scene. Poor evie had her heart broken within like 3 days of being in Auradon. no wonder she was willing #to help steal the wand lol.#Anyway to wrap up this rant I didn't even mean to go on #I just think that kids who have spent the first 14-16 years of their lives fighting to survive and being put through continuous trauma on a #daily basis don't need dating right away. they need THERAPY.#if anyone here has seen stranger things its kinda an El and Mike situation were its like. the girl grew up in a lab and fell for the first #boy in regular society who was kinda nice to her lol. thats how I view Mal and Ben #same with doug and evie. he was nicer than chad but he still fell for her for her looks and she still fell for him because he was the first #guy in auradon to be genuinely interested in her. also evie had a whole “I dont need a prince” arc and ended up with a man anyway?#my problem with janelos was always that Carlos never quite worked out his mommy issues or his anxiety. I feel like he'd be afraid of hurtin #her even though that boy wouldn't hurt a fly. and we see Jane get pretty stressed out herself- have you ever been in a relationship where #both of you have anxiety? cause it either goes really well (you help keep each other calm) or REALLY terribly (you make each other spiral)#I actually really liked Lonnie and Jay (though I feel like it would've had a bigger payoff if she was in d3. not sure why she wasn't but I #wont dunk on that because it couldve been smth to do with her actress). I think Lonnie is someone who can 'handle' Jay well and match his #energy. And I like the idea of Jay finding someone he's loyal to after being commitment-phobic for 1 1/2 movies and the whole first book lo #and ofc I have to throw this in here: any auradon kid the VKs get with is never going to grasp even half of what they went through.#this doesnt mean they can't try to understand and be empathetic. but it will always cast a shadow on VK/AK relationships.

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tardis--dreams · 10 months ago

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Some of those doctors make hating oat milk their entire personality. I hate them. Cannot pretend to find them funny or like i give a shit. Fucking pretentious assholes

#also my colleague (the girl i had my shift with) is the exact opposite of me in all aspects. asked me if I'd ever worked in customer service #because i couldn't care less about being fake friendly to assholes and don't care if they like the service or not #like bitch those people don't have any other choice but drink our fucking coffee it's not like I'm competing with anyone #or like they pay us in any way. i get paid for doing the dumb work i have to do not for stroking some dumb ass doctors' egos #they come out of their rooms once an hour to get coffee and we have the cups on the table and i wouldn't even Think of #HANDING them the cups and smiling sweetly at them and asking 'coffee? tea?? :))'#I'll just assume these grown adults will get their stupid coffee or tea when they want some. it's not like they don't know where it is #(and i AM friendly and smile when someone is coming in our direction but why the fuck do you need to get so disgustingly friendly with them #if someone held up a cup asking if i.want some coffee I'd leave immediately even if i came just for coffee. it's creepy)#anyway. she's nice. I'm not.#there's normal people who will get their coffee and maybe ask if the milk in the little jug is cow milk to which I'll happily reply 'yes #:)'. then there's the other people who see the oat milk and make it clear they are the most insufferable people on the planet #(and i pity their patients so much. not much to choose from i guess but if i had that as a doctor I'd happily just die)#like everyone who took oatmilk could do it without making a fuss about the cow milk on the table. the cow milk lovers could never #'the oat milk is in front of the actual milk. this is unacceptable. i hate such healthy bullshit' lol okay #'OAT milk?? I'll leave this to the horses! THANK GOD you have actual milk!'#my favorite was the one who really took personal offense with its sheer presence. as if it had killed half of his patients lmao #'we had 50 patients with xyz problem. ALL of them drink oat milk. they cannot see the connection. it's really unhealthy'#at this point i just said i didn't care and stopped paying attention and he started complaining to his doctor colleague about how #oat milk is advertised to be healthy and how it's actually the opposite and i just find that very funny compared to the first comment #from that one guy who doesn't like such healthy bullshit. you guys need to find a consensus on the oatmilk issue i think. no one takes you #seriously if you contradict yourself like this. also i couldn't care less about the healthiness of the milk alternative of my choice. bitch.#next week I'll end up killing someone. i hope they all die from their cow milk. (but not the ones who took cow milk and didn't say anything #about the oat milk. they can continue living as they didn't annoy me)#void screams #some of these doctors were actually quite nice (most of them even). one even brought an applicant to us telling her to get some coffee #(which we are not allowed to give to applicants. but i don't care. I'd rather they get something than some of the asshole jury members #who hate oat milk (which is not the issue. the issue is them making it everybody else's issue that they don't like oat milk))

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inbabylontheywept · 4 months ago

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The Motherfucking Lizard King

No one at work trusts my boss.

He's smart. He works hard. He's not trustworthy. He hasn't actually fucked anyone at work over, but he's ruined his last two marriages with affairs, and got dumped by his third fiance when he wouldn't sign a prenup. The fact that we all know this is just a hazard of working in a small town.

Anyway: The thought process of the people in the lab is that if he screwed over his first wife, and his second wife, and was probably planning on screwing over his third wife, it would be insane for him not to screw us over. After all, what kind of idiot treats their employees better than their spouse?

I dunno. His kind, I guess? He's had a few chances to fuck us over, and he hasn't taken them. Opposite really. When our parent company was doing furloughs, he stayed in the office almost a hundred hours, talking and talking and talking his way up the corporate ladder. And in the end, no one at our site got furloughed.

He's pulled strings like that before. And it baffles me, right? Because it really does make zero sense. He'll move the heavens and the earth for us, but his wife and kids are afterthoughts. It feels like any moment, he's going to look into the mirror and realize how stupid that is. It feels like I'm betting on him making the same stupid mistake again, and again, and again - like it would be less cynical to believe he was, eventually, going to stab me in the back. But he hasn't yet, and as far as I can tell he's been making that mistake for close to fifteen years, and it's already cost him everything it can. If he was going to learn, he would have by now.

So my position on him is that if he wanted to date someone I cared about, I'd warn them off. I don't trust him there. But I tentatively trust him to be my boss. Maybe one day he'll stick the knife in and twist, and everyone will say Ah, Babs, we warned you, but for now, I accept that he's doing a very predictable, very irrational thing, and I've made my peace with it.

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My job has glue traps.

No one likes the glue traps, but we don't have a lot of options. Poison's banned by state law, spring traps are banned by company safety, and several non-lethal options tried in the past failed to work. The mouse problem can get pretty bad if it's ignored, and there's some real health hazards in that. Our site has never had a positive hantavirus test, thank God, but the big base about a half hour away has. That guy's gonna be on oxygen the rest of his life.

If a mouse gets caught, we just euthanize it. But more than mice get stuck. Lizards can wander into those traps too, and the people working there have different feelings about the lizards. They don't pose nearly the same kind of risk mice do. They're chill little guys, and they keep the moths away, and they're just

You know. They're friendly. There's something to be said about walking into a room, and hitting the light switch, and seeing two little guys on the wall start to do pushups as soon as they see you.

People used to just euthanize the lizards too, but I had pet leopard geckos as a kid and I couldn't take that so I wound up googling how to free animals from glue traps. Now, when a lizard gets stuck in a trap - which happens once or twice a week - I get some vegetable oil from the breakroom, and a little plastic fork, and I'll spend fifteen to twenty minutes just kind of gently prying the little guys out.

I have a team of technicians that help me operate one of the larger machines. They're real blue collar guys, ex-airforce, and they make me look like a little kid. Being an engineer means they'll look to me as a leader sometimes, which is a wild experience. And I started helping the lizards for my own conscience, but one of the crazier consequences of it has been that it seriously boosted my leadership cred. Because those guys see me, and they go: Hey. If he's willing to fight for a lizard, he's gotta be willing to fight for me.

I cannot overstate how nice that is. Most engineers that want to make a change to a maintenance practice, or try an upgrade, they have to work their asses off to get the techs to buy in. But I can just ask. They already trust me to do good. They know I'm new, and they know I'm not the smartest engineer in the building, but they also know I'm the one who gets lizards out of the glue traps.

And just because of that, they're willing to follow me.

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My boss has a meeting every month or two. It's typically basic house cleaning stuff - reminders about routines we've gotten lazy on, and updates on future projects. Maybe some warnings about problems coming from higher up in the company.

People are, in my opinion, a bit too cynical about the meetings. It stems from people not trusting our boss, which again, I understand, because it would make so much more sense if he wasn't trustworthy. It's a testament to the man's incredibly unhealthy priorities that he is. But as we made it to the end of the meeting, one of bullet points was:

Do NOT mess with animals in the building.

So I looked at my techs, and they looked at me, and when he got to the point, he was so scathing I actually just wanted to crawl under a rock and die. He said basically that he'd heard some reports about someone in the building handling animals that found their way in and got stuck, and that he just wanted to emphasize how insanely inappropriate that was, not to mention dangerous, and that if he needed to speak to anyone about it again, there would be severe consequences.

I was willing to just take the shame and move on. I was. But one of my techs is old. Old enough he could've retired two years ago. And his actual literal goal is to one day get angry, yell at someone, and storm out. That's how he wants to retire. So instead of biting his tongue like everyone else, he stood up and said: I hate the glue traps. You hate the glue traps. We all hate glue traps. But we've all sat here for years, ignoring the little things that get stuck in them, watching them die, and then Bab's comes in, and he is the first person in decades to give enough of a shit to start pulling the lizards out. And I don't want him to stop.

Get humane traps or shut up but we are not going back to the old way of just letting things starve.

And my boss actually froze up. He got all wide eyed and stared at Marc, and then the other techs jumped in, and there was a very small but intense rebellion in the meeting and my boss kept trying to interrupt while getting absolutely bowled over by this gang of angry middle aged air force vets, and eventually he just went

I will speak with Babylon about this afterwards! After! And then he will speak with everyone else, but I have more points to cover.

So they went silent, and my boss rushed through the last five minutes, and we all adjounred. The techs really didn't like that I was going in alone - they thought our boss was going to try and shout me into compliance. Marc in particular was like, Look, if he tries bullying you, stand your ground, and if he threatens anything, just come get us, and we'll give him hell.

So armed with that, I went to my boss's office. I sat in the chair across from him, and he kept his composure for maybe five seconds before just flopping back into his chair.

I had no idea you were saving lizards, he said, but I'm glad you are. I always hated seeing them die in the glue.

I wasn't expecting that. I was about to ask him what the comment from the meeting was about then, but he answered that before I even got the chance.

A snake got into the building last week, and - someone picked it up and chased a coworker around. Turns out that coworker was severely afraid of snakes, and now it's a shitshow. We're a small site, and now I can't ask those two to work together anymore, to say nothing about how the snake fared after all that. Being upset about that is a reasonable thing, right?

And he gave me a look like he actually wanted an answer, so I said Yeah, totally, chasing a coworker around with a snake is a dick move. Especially if that coworker is already afraid of snakes.

And he said Exactly! and then we sat there a few moments longer. He looked so incredibly tired that I did, actually, feel kind of bad for him. And then he somehow managed to sink even further into his chair, and said

Look, I know I'm not a good guy. But I'm not evil. I'm not some sort of crazy asshole that's going to demand that everyone watch lizards starve to death. When you go back downstairs, could you try to pass that on? That I'm not evil?

I said Sure because it wasn't a hard request, and he looked relieved. I actually made it halfway out before I realized I had a question.

Who grabbed the snake? I asked.

Not supposed to talk about it, he said. But whoever comes to mind first is probably right.

ThatGuy? I asked. And he looked me in the face, nodded his head yes, and said No.

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The techs seemed a little disappointed that they didn't get to storm the boss's office, but were otherwise in good spirits. They were actually a little bit embarrassed to hear about the snake story - apparently, it wasn't much of a secret. It'd just slipped their minds because it happened three weeks ago.

We did maintenance after that, the same basic repairs we did every week. The meeting had been stressful and it was a relief to work with my hands. When the parts were reinstalled, everything cleaned and smooth and ready to go, Marc found me again.

You know what the lesson of today is? he asked. And there were quite a few answers to that that I could have taken - from don't assume the worst of people to be careful with how you spend your trust - we all need it more than we think.

But instead I said what? because I wanted to hear what his answer was going to be.

That I got your back, he said. Then he clapped one very, very large hand on my shoulder, gave it a good squeeze, and walked back to dosimetry lab.

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The next day, Marc gave me a package and told me to open it in my office. I was suspicious, but I followed the request.

Cardboard gave way to a small baggie, obviously full of fabric, which opened to reveal a t-shirt that read

"I Am the Motherfucking Lizard King."

I looked at it, I loved it, and then I got an idea. I went to my boss's office and knocked on the door. When he opened it, I asked him if he would be willing to allow something very unprofessional to happen for morale building purposes.

How unprofessional? he asked. I held the shirt up in answer. He gave the shirt a short look over and snorted.

You can wear it on weeks without customers, he said. Which just so happened to include that week.

I'll pass on that it came with your blessing, I replied, and he looked oddly relieved.

Thanks, he said. And then I went downstairs.

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The techs were very, very happy to see the shirt. And while my boss's reputation remains in tatters, and probably will be until he moves (or dies), the next time there was a meeting, there was quite a bit less complaining about how mere presence. Which is, I guess, a start.

We'll see if he squanders it.

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