#i think the vibe of this one came out more positive than i intended. i do not think they will overcome ahkjdshfdl

[moonshynecybin]

Will the poison drip through? (1. x, 2. x, 3. x, 4. x, 5. x, 6. x)

[captainamericasmotercycle]

Hi I was wondering if you could do a fic with Jacaerys x sister! Reader where they are at a gala/feast and ppl keep flirting with reader so Jave gets jealous and stuff. So when they go to their room at the end of the feast Jace makes her ride his face and makes sure she’s loud enough for everyone to hear that she’s his.

warnings: typical canon incest, jace x sister!reader (father is not specified), no dance of the dragons au, 18+ minors DNI, jace hates aemond in every universe, everyone lives au!!!, jace eating u out like a man starved, nyra and daemon giving kris jenner vibes???, cursing, the targtowers and targaryens are besties (kind of)

For your younger brother Lucerys’s name day of ten and five, your family decided it would be best to throw a feast for him.

He was becoming older and would soon inherit Driftmark, he needed a celebration to show that he is becoming a man and no longer a mere child.

Since your mother became Queen and your older half-brother became her heir, many people were interested in the lives of the royal family, so Luke’s name day was flooded with people from all over Westeros.

You were all dolled up in a fancy gown, you hair was braided so elegantly and intricately, and you moved with such grace that most eyes were on you throughout the night.

Luke joked to Jace that you may be able to find a lord husband tonight, but at his suggestion, Jace tensed up and his face hardened.

You sat with your family at the elevated table, you mother was in the middle, Daemon next to her, his daughters on his side of the table, you sat between Jace and your mother, and then sat Luke, Joffrey, Viserys, and Aegon.

You watched in awe at the celebration, only imagining how grand a wedding could be.

People danced, wore lavish clothing, gorged themselves in the food, and occasionally approached the table to offer up gifts to your brother for his name day.

It was about halfway through the night when highborn men started to approach you, which was uncommon up until recent.

Every since you had turned ten and eight, and became more developed in certain places, you were consistently approached for your hand.

Lord Oscar Tully was the first to approach your table, you smiled gently at him, knowing his new situation.

“Hello, Princess. You look lovely tonight.”

You felt heat rush to your cheeks, a dark color dusting your cheeks, he was quite the charmer, and not bad looking either, “Thank you, Lord Tully. I heard about your grandsire, I offer my deepest condolences.”

He nods solemnly, “Thank you, Princess. I may have lost my grandsire, but I have gained a deep power and a great kingdom… one I hope you will consider in your future.”

You smiled gently, “I heard the Riverlands are beautiful, I would most definitely love to see them someday. Is there something I can do for you?”

“I just wanted to come and offer you some company, if you’ll have me?”

You looked to your mother who smiled at you, knowingly. You looked back to the young lord and nodded, “I’d love to.”

You came around the table, taking his arm in yours as he led you to the floor to dance.

Jace’s gaze hardened and he downed his cup of wine, slamming it down on the table harsher than intended. Luke and Joffrey giggled at him, Viserys and Aegon following their older brothers’ actions.

Luke leaned over to his brother, “Careful, your face might get stuck like that.”

“Shut up, Luke.”

“I’m just saying…”

“He’s not good enough for her—”

“You say that about every man and I could hardly agree with you, most of the Riverlands looks to House Tully for direction and leadership; she would be in a great position there as their lady.”

“Do you want me to leave the table and kill myself?”

“All I am saying is that maybe you should focus on yourself instead of our sister… you need to wed as well, create heirs for the Seven Kingdoms.”

Jace rolled his eyes, “You sound like Mother.”

Rhaenyra whipped her head to her sons, “I think he is right, Jace.”

“Of course you do.”

“You are too invested in something that does not concern you Jacaerys. Perhaps you need to start looking for your own Lady Wife.”

“I do not wish to wed.”

“I hate to tell you, but your wishes do not matter to the Seven Kingdoms.”

Jace sighed, moving his gaze back to you and Lord Tully. You smiled as the two of you danced. Jace’s jealously only grew as he watched.

Oscar Tully was not good enough for you, no one is good enough for you… except Jace himself.

As the song ended, a new one started. Luke left the table with Rhaena, Joffrey and the twins were led to their chambers to be put to bed, your mother was in an intent conversation with Corlys and Rhaenys, and you had just been approached by Gwyane Hightower.

From the look on Gwyane’s face, Jace knew Gwyane was being smug with you, he scoffed, thinking that you would never be charmed by him, but when he saw you smiling, standing too close for comfort to him, he almost puked his supper all over the floor.

You danced and flirted with Gwyane Hightower for a bit of the night, making Jace more and more jealous.

As you finished with Gwyane, you returned to your seat, a big smile on your face.

“Enjoy your dance?” Jace asked, venom lacing his tongue.

“I did, as a matter of fact, Gwyane is… such a lovely knight. He’s a knight… did you know?”

Before Jace could respond, you were hugged lightly from behind by Helaena. She kissed you gently on the cheek, “Quite the collection of suitors you have assembled tonight.”

You giggled lightly, “I know! Quite fun, to be honest.”

Jace grunted from beside you, making you and Helaena both turn to him, “Are you alright?”

“Just fine,” he held his lips in a thin tight line.

You went back to your conversation with Helaena about her uncle, Gwayne and Lord Tully, when you were finally met by another suitor.

“Sister. Niece. Nephew,” Aemond stood in front of you, a smirk dancing on his lips.

“Uncle,” you looked at him with raised brows.

“I was just wondering if you would join me for a dance. I’ve seen all of these useless men that call themselves suitors and figured you needed a more distinguished partner, such as a prince.”

You blinked slowly at him, Helaena nudged you with a smile. You quickly glanced at Jace and thought he looked like he was about to roll over and die.

You stood and came around the table to meet him, you took his offered hand, “Let’s see how well you dance, Uncle.”

Helaena watched the two of you walk away, “A great pair, the two of them, they’ll be fantastic together,” she took a grape off your plate, popping it in her mouth and walking off.

This was Jace’s last straw, seeing you dance with Aemond might have been the most painful thing he’s ever done in his entire life. After watching for just a couple moments, he could not stand it any longer.

His mother rolled her eyes, watching him seethe, “Jace.”

“What?”

“Go get her.”

“What?”

“Go. I can see it in your eyes.”

Jace stood, rushing down to you and grabbing your arm, stealing you away from Aemond.

You followed him, shocked at the sudden behavior. He yanked you to his chambers, leaving the doors open.

Once in his room, you pulled away from him, “Jacaerys! What is the meaning of this?”

“You! You are the meaning of this!” His yelling made you take a step back, he stalked up, putting his hand on either side of your face, holding on tightly, “You think you can tease me like that? Taking any man who offered his hand?”

“Jace-”

“You know they are no good for you. They may be nobles, but are they heir to the Iron Throne? You are simply doing this to upset me.”

Your voice became small, “I did not mean to upset you.”

You could feel wetness pooling in your small clothes beneath your gown. He shoved his face into yours, harshly smashing his lips on yours.

You stumbled back at the forced, you pushed him back to take a breath and think about what you are doing. After a couple deep breaths, you rushed at him, nearly mounting him.

He groped and grasped at every part of you, you doing the same to him. His lips moved down to your neck, sucking lightly at it.

You threw your head back as his teeth grazed the sensitive area of your neck. The two of your shuffled your way to his bed.

“Jace… the doors, someone might see or hear.”

“I hope they do.”

“But—”

He pushed you on his bed, “I want them to hear how good your brother can make you feel, how they will never be me, how they will never taste you.”

He spread your legs, pulling off your underclothes. He grabbed your thighs, flipping you to straddle his face.

You fell forward, steadying yourself up with your hands. You pushed yourself up back in a sitting position.

Jace yanked at your legs, pulling you further down onto his face. You felt his nose buried into your cunt, rubbing against your sensitive bud.

You were about to voice your concerns about suffocating him, but you suddenly gasped out as you felt his tongue lick a long stripe down your maidenhood.

He thrusted his tongue in and out of you roughly, you screamed out for everyone in the hall to hear, “Gods! Jace!”

Visceral animalistic sounds came from the back of your throat, sounds you had never heard before.

In the hall, the attention of the crowds was taken by your yells, guards grabbed at their swords, you mother rose suddenly at your scream, Daemon was on his feet and ready for an oncoming attack.

One of Jace’s personal guards came rushing into the room to promise that no one was in danger and that the two of you were… together in his chambers.

Your mother and Daemon’s faces instantly reddened. They shared a look of embarrassment and pride. On one hand, as your parents, they wanted to kill you both, but as the Queen and King Consort, they knew the realm would be in their children’s hands at their demise.

Tears rolled down your face as Jace fucked you with his tongue. You had never felt such pleasures in your entire life. It made you understand why lowborn men seek out such endeavors at the disloyalty of their wives.

Jace couldn’t get enough of you. You tasted sweeter than anything that’s ever touched his tongue. His tongue moved faster as you panted, moaned, and groaned above him.

As his pace quickened, you felt a tight coiling in your lower stomach.

“Jace… fuck!”

At your vulgarity, he quickened his pace. You came fast and harder than you ever thought you could. Jace took all of your juices into his mouth, not leaving a drop of your sweet release.

You collapsed next to him, panting outrageously. He lay next to you, breathless, laughing to himself. You grabbed a pillow, hitting him the face with it. He took it from you, tossing it on the ground.

He came to hover over you, trapping you beneath his figure. You leaned down and kissed your lips gently, you could still taste your arousal on his lips.

You stared at him with a smile, “I suppose you think making the entire Keep believe we were under attack is funny?”

“It was not I that made them think we were under attack. If I am not mistaken, it was you screaming your head off.”

“You were the one who yanked me away from the celebration.”

“Yes, but you were the one who made me.”

You scoffed, sitting up against the headboard, “Made you?”

“Yes, dancing with that Tully, the fucking Hightower knight, and worse of all, Aemond.”

“Mmm, sounds like you are jealous?” You taunted him sarcastically.

“They are not deserving of you.”

“And you are?”

“I am the heir to the Iron Throne and your blood. I am the most deserving.”

“So are you suggesting I should become Queen one day?”

“Hmm, I do not remember offering my hand to you to wed…”

You hit him in the stomach with the back of your hand, “You just had the entire Seven Kingdoms hear my screams while you were buried up my dress. I would slaughter you and become the heir myself if you did not ask for my hand after that.”

He took your hand in his, kissing the back of your palm, “I shall talk to Mother in the morn.”

You stared at your intertwined hands, “We should return…”

“You think we are able to return after the little show we put on?”

“I suppose you are right,” you sighed, leaning your head on his shoulder.

He got up, leaving you on his bed. He walked to his chamber doors, locking them.

He returned to you, laying on his back, “Perhaps we should just rest now, we shall deal with our consequences tomorrow.”

You lay with him, resting your head on his chest, he brought his hand to rub your arm, coaxing you to sleep.

He pressed a couple kiss to your hairline, “You will be my wife soon enough, dōna tala.”

[syoddeye]

hear me out... and this might sound stupid (because it sounded way cooler in my head)

Kate using her code name "Watcher" + exhibition kink

i'll see myself out

where are you going, get back here!!!

go for watcher

kate laswell x f!reader | 1.9k words cw: exhibitionism, semi-public outdoor masturbation, vibrators, dirty talk, kate laswell calling you puppy a/n: lightly edited. posting and running!

“watcher?”

“go for watcher.”

“i’m in position.”

“are you?”

the purr to kate’s voice is your first clue she’s in a good mood—a relief since her vaguely worded text sent late last night did not inspire confidence.

>> eight pm. wear the usual. 

five words, followed by a pin drop for the precise location. you checked three times on your phone to ensure you were in the right place, then slipped your wireless headphones in. 

the park is mercifully quiet. peeking over your shoulder, you count the couples dotting the waterfront on benches or picnic blankets. you came early with a book to stake out a prime spot: an unobstructed view of the water and a modicum of privacy. thanks to the city’s efforts to rewild patches of the wharf, a nice thicket of ornamental grasses, shrubs, and flowers mostly obscure you from behind.

“yes ma’am.”

“good. you have what you need?”

you pat the folded blanket on the bench beside you and your bag. “yes ma’am.”

“and the…?”

heat flutters in your gut, and you nod, repeating once more, “yes ma’am. in position.”

she doesn’t ask any further questions. this isn’t the first time she’s tasked you like this, nor will it be the last. both of you know the words, the limits, and the rules. the call mutes, and the anticipation ratchets immediately. a frisson works its way down your vertebrae, one by one, and beneath the lightweight trench, you shift. thighs rubbing together, wetness already pooling under your skirt.

when a few minutes pass, long enough to watch a few boats in the harbor depart for their evening cruises, you think to check your phone. ensure the call wasn’t dropped. of course, the second your hand even twitches in the direction of your bag, the toy securely snug in your cunt whirrs to life.

“fuck,” the curse flies out of your mouth in a whisper. the hand you intended to grab your phone with instead raises to your face instinctively, though you lower it after a second.

“good girl,” kate returns. “open your coat, then hands down on the bench, baby.”

it’s unfair how wet you feel from less than a minute, especially with how you know it’s on one of the lower settings. your hands tremble as they unfasten the coat’s belt and part the material to let it hang open. your knees part instinctually, preceding the instruction that typically follows. then, despite the growing ache, you curl your fingers around the worn wood and stare into the bay. a dozen boats are out tonight, and you know kate’s on one of them.

she whispers in your ear a few more times with a low rasp, cooing from a distance when your breath hitches and cracks. her words heat your face alongside the fire in your abdomen, stoked by the toy. the vibe ramps up to a six out of ten, faintly audible at this point if someone were to try and join you. it’s torturous, hearing people on the path behind you, within spitting distance.

“kate…” you whine, knees shaking, wood cutting into your hands. your cunt throbs, fingers flexing in place.

“pull up your skirt, let’s see where she’s at.”

biting your lip, you start to turn your head to check for passersby, but kate chirps.

“didn’t say to look around. c’mon, baby. skirt.”

in the back of your mind, you know she wouldn’t really let a stranger see you like this. it’s just the thrill that someone could—or so you think as you gingerly peel your skirt up your thighs. you lift off the bench an inch to hike it up further, when two voices accompanied by footsteps cut through the headphone’s dampening.

“kate–”

“i see ‘em, you’re fine. christ, you’re soaked.”

you glance down and let out a shaky breath at the sight of your slicked thighs. the tail of the toy bobs with the vibrations, dripping. your attention is torn between the state of your pussy and the couple mere paces behind you, chattering on about the view. a foot drags on the pavement.

“blanket.”

in an instant, you snatch the blanket beside you and drape it over your lap, and muster the best, most casual i’m admiring the view and nothing else expression you can. 

“excuse me,” the man asks, flashing a smile as he and the woman you presume to be a wife or girlfriend walk around toward your front. “are you waiting for someone?”

the bench you occupy is certainly big enough for three or four people, and you’re plopped in the center of it. you open your mouth to answer and nearly choke as the vibe cruelly speeds up. without thinking, you cross your legs and nod furiously.

“yep. i am.”

the couple lingers, looking around the quiet park. “well, until they get here, do you think we could–”

“no, you can’t.” you blurt out, tight with frustration. usually, you’re kind, sweet, and patient. all the things kate likes about you, but the toy butts against that fucking spot that nearly has you seeing stars. only by digging a hand into your thigh under the blanket gives you the motivation to focus. “i’d like to be alone.”

the woman tugs on the man's arm and mutters something about leaving you alone.

“fine. have a nice night.” he says flatly, clearly ticked off, but he goes willingly with his partner.

kate’s back in an instant. “look at you, how mean.”

you groan quietly and pull the blanket away as the couple heads out of view. “you’re one to talk. y-you, fuck, turned it up…”

“oh, was that mean? here,” she says flatly, and the toy stops moving altogether. you reel, torn between literally taking matters into your own hands and pawing at your clit, and sitting pretty as she expects. “fix your legs. you don’t move unless i say so, puppy.”

the name hits your cunt like a slap, and you bite back a moan. the ache is almost unbearable as you uncross your legs and spread them wide. goosebumps dot your skin, the back of your neck prickling in renewed anticipation. “kate,” you start. “please, i’m sorry.”

she chuckles dryly, and you hear the sound of a cork popping. “yeah? you want me to turn it back on?”

you nod. the air chills the stickiness coating your pussy and inner thighs, the ribbons that snake down your ass. a shiver travels through you as a gust of wind blows in from the water. “please.”

something creaks on the other end. “we’ll see. why don’t you touch that pretty clit of yours instead. give her some attention. let me see the manicure i paid for.”

you ignore how she laughs when your hand instantly slides over skin, at the pleased hum that echoes your hiss. gently, as you’re incredibly worked up, you rub your fingers between your folds and cover your fingers in your slick. then, heart stuttering, you start to rub small, tight circles over your clit. it’s instantly too much and not enough.

she whistles low. “i like the color. suits you, compliments you nicely. a little more pressure.”

“it–”

“no back talk, baby—jesus, there’s gonna be a stain on your skirt.”

you keen at that, fingertips skimming the silicone where it plugs your hole. as if a pat will bring it back to life. she coaches you through the next several minutes, meanly cutting you off each time your breathing shifts, betraying precisely where you’re at. 

“mm, fuck.” kate, wherever she is, isn’t just testing your restraint but her own. you highly doubt she’s touching herself. when she gets like this, fresh off a string of bad days, probably when shit’s gone sideways elsewhere in the world, she needs to practice control at home. with you, preferably. needs to orchestrate something that’s guaranteed, to boss someone around who isn’t going to go rogue or challenge her. a good girl, as she always calls you.

“it feels so good,” you whimper, nearing the precipice yet again. your pussy clenches around the useless toy, nub twitching under your stroking fingers. “i can’t–can’t wait to show you.”

“yeah?” she asks, drawing a deep breath. “you gonna show me the mess you made when i pick you up?” 

you nod, lip swollen from biting it repeatedly. 

“always so good for me, baby. maybe i ought to…” she trails and briefly sounds distant in your ear. that’s when the vibrator returns to life, making you nearly jerk off the bench and onto the ground. “keep touching yourself.”

with one hand clutching the bench and the other working your clit, your eyes close to slits, blurry with unshed tears. fuck, you are so, so close.

“that’s it. keep going. can you hold it until ten?”

“i can–i can try.”

gradually, the vibrator climbs its settings, alternating between pulsing beats and ceaseless current. the warm, thrumming pressure of an orgasm returns, gaining strength as the toy maxes out. you pinch your clit and sharply tap your cunt a few times and hear kate groan.

“remind me to figure out how to mic you up. watching how wet you are doesn’t beat hearing it.”

you laugh, strained and breathless. sweat drips down the back of your neck. “kate, can i come? please?”

she hums. “beg just a little more, puppy.”

another burst of heat, twinned with the tension drawing tight in your belly, flares beneath your skin. the vibrator’s buzzing finds that spot again as if kate has that much control over it, and it hammers insistently. you’re going to come—with or without her permission—and you know what happens if you don’t earn it first.

“please, kate. please let me come, i need it, please.” 

the longest twenty or thirty seconds of your life pass.

“let’s see it.”

permission granted, you lean into it. your back arches off the bench a bit, still of a coherent enough mind to try and keep up the appearance of someone simply enjoying the evening. you stifle more moans as your orgasm climbs the last few steps, cresting then hurtling through your body in a shockwave. you whine and whimper as you come, squirming uncontrollably as kate takes her time lowering the vibrator’s settings until it’s still. the tail twitches where it hangs, your pussy pulsating as if greedily flirting with the idea of another.

“good girl. deep breaths.” she purrs, voice thick with affection. “do me a favor and leave that in for now.”

you nod, weary, and wipe your hand on your thigh. when she doesn’t scold you, you tug your skirt down, grimacing at the wet spot that immediately forms. the fabric soaks up the little puddle you left and clings to your ass as you stand. thank god for your coat.

“where are you?” you ask, scanning the water.

“heading to dock a, baby. i’ll be there in there in two minutes. can you walk alright?”

you huff and roll your eyes, risking whether or not she’s still watching. slinging your bag over a shoulder, you stretch your legs as you start for the docks. “it’s not like i got fucked fucked.”

she chuckles. “we’ll see how you feel in an hour.”

your core throbs at that promise, and you smile wickedly to yourself. a moment of silence passes as you near the water’s edge, and you see kate’s boat pulling closer. 

“watcher?”

“yeah, baby?”

“i love you.”

“i love you too.”

[lueurjun]

slytherin boyfriend sunghoon

request: Hi, Can i request a Slytherin Sunghoon x a Ravenclaw reader? Thankss <3 — you certainly can. hope this is alright for you my love. you didn’t specify a trope so i just improvised, i hope that’s okay<3 slytherin bf!sunghoon x ravenclaw!reader. @vickys-witchylife

ps. i apologize for how long this is… i got carried away- no but really this is really long like i didn’t intend on this but it just happened 💀

everybody pause because this makes so much sense

like sunghoon gives off major slytherin vibes

remember his blonde hair? draco malfoy could neverrr

and could you imagine him decked out in green and silver?

lord have mercy im about to faint

anyways before we get into the whole you guys love each other, cutesey vibes

let’s start with how it all came to be

how my man sunghoon managed to pulled YOU

yeah he’s fine but i have 3 galleons in the bank so #rollinindough #icanbeabetterboyfriendthanhim

now we’re not gonna go down the route of ‘all slytherins are bad’ because they’re absolutely not

but sunghoon wasn’t exactly the warmest at first

bro is not 🙅‍♀️ the sun

not in the sense that he bullied you or anything

me and the homies would jump him if he did… the homies being my demons 👹

he just didn’t see the point in befriending you because naturally the two of you were so different

you were just the ravenclaw smarty he was forced to do his prefect duties with

ravenclaw smarty 🤓 my delulu self would be flattered because to me that’s a nickname- you’re half way to marriage already

ah yes you read that right

prefect duties

more specifically: hallway patrol

paw patrol, paw patrol, we’ll be there on the double 💃

so the two of you spent the majority of your evenings together

being a prefect wasn’t a huge deal to sunghoon, it was just another gateway to his parents approval

not him thinking he’s too cool 😎

but you took your role very seriously and that was something that annoyed him about you

because you never allowed him to slack off

him slacking off could get you both in trouble and you weren’t going to let him take you down with him and potentially jeopardise your chance of snatching up the head ( whatever you identify as bae ) position

just because he didn’t want to be head boy didn’t mean you didn’t desire the position

needless to say it was a little frosty between the two of you at first

aimless bickering would echo off the walls as you demanded he stay on task and not stray off to go cause mayhem with his friends

personally i would take on all of his duties just so he could have fun- DON’T look at me like that, you’d be a pick me for him too smh

he wasn’t just put off by the fact that you ruined his fun and actually made him do his job

you’re a ravenclaw, one of the smartest people in your year and naturally, he assumed you wouldn’t want to be friends with someone like him

not bro having a victim complex

but that wasn’t the case at all

you weren’t one to judge, you didn’t care about houses, the only thing that mattered to you was principles

in fact, you were actually looking forward to befriending sunghoon at first

he just pushed you away all too soon and started acting like a rebellious idiot for the sake of his ego

what an idiot

things remained at a stalemate for several weeks

you’d both show up for your perfect duties, he would try to slack off or cause trouble, and you would scold him until the two of you walked side by side in silence

him sulking and you scowling

then, he’d stomp back to his dorm and talk crap about you to his friends

and you’d go to your own friends and express disappointment in the lack of progress made with him

don’t worry bae, you don’t need him. come put your head on my shoulder, mines comfier than his 🤭

things didn’t take a turn until a week before the winter holidays

one evening, sunghoon was over an hour late for prefect duties

you tried not to worry because why should you care? Without him, things would probably be much easier

but alas, something niggled inside of your heart and you found yourself abandoning your responsibilities to find him

you searched high and low, but to no avail. sunghoon was absolutely nowhere to be found

hide and seek in hogwarts is wild

eventually, you headed down to the slytherin common room—perhaps he hadn’t even left his dorm

but when you arrived, a crowd of people stood outside of the door whispering rather loudly

“how do we get him out of there?”

“i don’t know but he can’t afford to step another toe out of line, you heard his dad. one more detention and he’s being yanked out of the school.”

as you cautiously peered around the corner, your eyes settle on a distinctive group you recognize all too well — sunghoon's friends

they remained oblivious to your presence until you muster up your courage and break away from the shadows, facing them head-on

“where’s sunghoon?”

that’s right, you show ‘em who’s boss! hellos and how are yous? never heard of them 💅

“what’s it to you?”

jay fixed his gaze on you, analyzing you with careful scrutiny

“he hasn’t shown up for prefect duties.”

you square your shoulders and cross your arms, exuding an air of forced confidence

not that you were scared, they were hardly anything to fear. it was more the embarrassment of admitting that you were concerned for the safety of sunghoon

‘hardly anything to fear’ NOT YOU VIOLATING UNPROVOKED

lord knows that if it was you who hadn’t turned up, sunghoon would have most definitely thrown a party

this time, heeseung breaks the silence with a deep and weary sigh

“look if you’re here to get him into trouble—“

“who said i wanted to get him into trouble?”

“well—no one but he’s told us all about how you’re on his ass about following the rules. it’s not far fetched to believe that you’d use this as a chance to finally get him out of your hair.”

so he talks about you??? 🤭🤭

you try not to let that hurt your feelings

but it does a little because is that what they really think? is that what sunghoon thinks? that you just want him far away from you?

“look, i don’t want to get him into trouble. if anything i’m ‘on his ass’ to save it from getting kicked off the prefects. i even abandoned my own responsibilities to make sure he was okay, so can you just tell me where he is?”

the group of wizards looked perplexed for a moment, their eyes darting to each other with specific expressions before falling back onto you

and after a silent debate, sunoo spoke up

“he snuck into snape’s office to try and get back jungwon’s special quill. it was a gift from his grandmother, it’s got an unlimited ink charm on it. snape accused him of trying to cheat and confiscated it.”

jake continued next, looking desperate:

“it means a lot to jungwon, so sunghoon snuck in to try and get it but snape entered and now he’s stuck in there. we don’t even know if he’s been caught but he’s in a lot of trouble if he is.”

you eyes land on jungwon, who looks at the ground shamefully

me to snape rn 🤺

the expression on his face caused your heart to ache, but the thought of sunghoon getting into trouble had an even stronger grip on your heartstrings

i sense a crushhhhh 🤭🥰

which is how you find yourself outside of potions classroom, after instructing the boys to stay where they are, you formulate a plan

with your heart racing and your body filled with trepidations, you hurriedly entered the classroom, only to find sunghoon missing and snape seated at his desk

“sir-sir! i was on night duty when a slytherin and hufflepuff got into an altercation. they started hexing each other and i didn’t know how to stop—“

snape was already to his feet, the long black cloak sweeping against the ground as he hurried out of the room to find the ‘altercation’

“feel free to make a run for it!”

you call out, keeping your voice low in hopes that sunghoon can hear you from wherever he’s hiding

and then you follow after snape, leading him aimlessly around until you’re sure sunghoon could have escaped

oh you perfect mastermind you 🤭

“where’s the altercation?”

snape speaks with a snide drawl, his penetrating gaze fixed on you as impatience radiates from his every word

“they must have dispersed. very sorry to bother you, professor.”

you: 😬 snape: 😒

snape snarls, glancing around the dark and empty corridor one last time before turning around to make the gruelling walk back to his classroom to finish his evening work

once he’s out of sight, your shoulders slump in relief and you can only hope that sunghoon had gotten out okay

and you find out the very next evening, when he meets you for the night shift

you’re waiting for him anxiously, when he rounds the corner with such haste that it startles you

he doesn’t slow down until he’s right in front of you, gripping your shoulders

“i know i haven’t been the nicest to you, but what you did for me last night… i can’t thank you enough”

calm down bae they saved you from detention not a burning building 🙄 ( i’m bitter. you should be mine )

prefect duties for the next few days are a lot smoother now the two of you are actually getting along

the silence is replaced with genuine facts about yourselves, or you telling him things you had read and found interesting

every now and then, your fingertips meet in an unbidden caress, but neither of you pull away; instead, both of you savouring the warmth of the moment

it’s giving awkward crushes

finally, winter break approaches and sunghoon meets you on the platform

“i’ll write to you.”

you’re kinda surprised at that, but you beam up at him anyways

“i’ll write back.”

and you do, the two of you write back and forth for the entire of winter

friendly letters turning into awkwardly cute confessions that neither of you are brave enough to say in person

that’s actually adorable shut upppp

by the time term starts up again, the letters have transformed everything between the two of you

you’re no longer ‘just prefect buddies’, nor are you friends… but something more

sunghoon’s last letter highlighted that for you

‘i’ve never been the best with words, especially not in person. i find it much easier to hide behind a piece of parchment and confess that i’ve always found you rather endearing…perhaps when we return to school we could explore the spark between us?… man that was cringe, sorry.’

and explore you do

awkward hand brushes on prefect duty turns into gentle hand holding with matching rouge cheeks

if you see me on the road tonight, mind your business

sunghoon pushing your head away affectionately when you peer over his shoulder at the book he’s reading to pass time

the two of you avoiding your friends at all costs because they all do that annoying thing where they wiggle their eyebrows and make hearts with their hands

horrible flirting attempts

“you have really nice earlobes.”

“thanks? i like your knees…”

“thanks.”

me tryna flirt ^

you still have to stop him from slacking off, but you’re less irritated by it and more amused

because everything sunghoon does amuses you

you’re all surprised at how loud he can be

he always seemed quite reserved, like the normal one in his friend group but you come to realize that he’s just as mental—if not worse than most of them

and your first kiss is just so… you guys

sunghoon had tried to kiss you three times and every single time, you accidentally moved away

the embarrassment- i cannot 💀

it finally happened on the fourth time

the two of you had just finished up for the evening, and sunghoon insisted on walking you back to your common room

things weren’t verbally official yet, but it was an unspoken agreement that you were basically together

you paused at the door, ready to turn and bid your farewells when you were suddenly met with his face mere inches away

taken aback, your immediate reaction was to...

headbut him

even the portraits were absolutely mortified because that could not have gone worse

me and the portraits rn: 🫣

sunghoon recoiled, hand reflexively covering his face in shock. you couldn't help but gasp in surprise, one hand instinctively flying to your mouth

“oh my gosh—i’m so sorry. are you okay?”

his ego wasn’t the only thing bruised, now his head too

“yep. fine. don’t worry about me, though a simple ‘please back away’ would have sufficed”

“i didn’t realize you were going to kiss me! i’m so sorry, sunghoon…”

it takes several moments for everyone to recover

but eventually, the portraits stop hiding behind their hands and sunghoon can finally face you again

the way this would keep me up at night

“i’m really sorry…”

“no it’s totally fine. i should have asked permission first.”

you nervously clasped your hands together in front of you, your gaze drawn to the tender spot on his head where a bruise was already beginning to form

the guilt consumes you and you don’t know how else to make up for it

“i mean…you do have my permission now, if you still want to kiss me that is”

sunghoon looks unsure at first but takes an attentive step towards you

he hesitantly rests his quivering fingers against your delicate jawline, one thumb tenderly pressed against your rosy cheek whilst the other gently wraps around your hand

sunghoon leaned in until he was but a whisper away from your lips, his gentle breath grazing your face and making you close your eyes in anticipation

“you’re not gonna like punch me are yo—“

overcome with impatience, you closed the gap between you and sunghoon, capturing him in a timeless kiss.

those damn portraits are whistling, causing the two of you to pull away shyly

“well go on, make it official.”

“didn’t you see that kiss? that sealed the deal! i would’ve swooned had they not given the poor boy a concussion first.”

“personally i think they should’ve ended up with lueurjun” oh would you look at that! the portraits hey ship us too 😌

this is so long but anyways onto the actual relationship vibes

you have a habit of fixing sunghoon’s tie and robe whenever you see him

and he responds by fixing your hair for you

don’t ask why but sunghoon gives off ear scratches vibes like i just feel like he would like them

so you scratch behind his ear lot and he relishes in it

once the two of you get more comfortable with each other, he sees how unhinged you actually are

and he loves it

biting his lip during makeout sessions

now that is scandalous 🤭

his parents adore you because you keep him on track

you tying his laces because he’s prone to just letting them hang loose and almost tripping himself up

sunghoon getting cuteness aggression over your existence and just having to squeeze your cheeks

bickering like there’s no tomorrow

“i didn’t say i hate you, you just annoy me”

“next time, i’ll let you rot in snape’s office”

harmless shoving of each other

though it wasn’t harmless once ‘cause sunghoon miscalculated his strength and accidentally shoved you into a random classroom

this happened to me once but it wasn’t romantic-

he then ran off and left you to deal with the awkward conversation with your professor

you being more lenient and sneaking down to the kitchens 15 minutes before your duties end to feed each other snacks

which then turns into a mini food fight

drinking each others drinks when you go to the three broomsticks

like you both have your own drinks but end up drinking each others

listen that probably didn’t make sense, i’ve been writing this for days AND IM EXHAUSTED

you helping him study

studying usually ends in makeout sessions in the library

you putting little notes in his books to remind him that you’re thinking of him

and him drawing a penis on yours

he’s so real for that

overall, the two of you are a pair of awkward cuties who can’t get enough of each other and i love it so much

even tho you should be with me but i’ll allow it 🙄

[legendary-69420]

Chapter 15: Play Dough Promises

(Racing Hearts : VOLUME 2)

Mark and Charles were at Charles' house, babysitting his toddler nephew, Melvin (friend's son). The room was filled with scattered toys and mini cars, with Melvin’s excited giggles filling the air. Mark was on the floor, playfully racing toy cars with Melvin, while Charles watched from the couch, a soft smile tugging at his lips.

Mark was a natural, easily bonding with the toddler, and Charles couldn’t help but admire him. But as he observed them, his mind drifted to thoughts of his future. A quiet longing stirred within him—thoughts about family, relationships, kids and what the years ahead might hold.

Suddenly, Melvin held up two rings made out of play dough, grinning ear to ear. “Here!” the toddler exclaimed. “You have to wear these. You’re married now!” He placed one ring on Mark’s finger and the other on Charles’, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “Yay, I have two cool uncles now!”

Mark and Charles shared a glance, their expressions a mix of amusement and surprise. They played along, laughing at Melvin’s innocent imagination. Once Melvin grew sleepy, Mark carefully carried him to bed, tucking him in with a gentle smile.

Returning to the living room, Charles couldn't resist teasing. “You know, Mark, you’d make a great mom someday,” he said with a mischievous smirk.

Mark raised an eyebrow. “Mom? Really?”

“Yeah,” Charles continued, eyes twinkling. “But let’s get one thing straight—between the two of us, I’m definitely the daddy here.”

Mark snorted, shaking his head with a grin. “Oh, please.”

As they continued bantering, the playful atmosphere slowly shifted. Charles edged closer, the air between them thickening with unspoken tension. Their flirtations became more charged—light touches, lingering eye contact. The space between them on the couch narrowed until they were inches apart.

Suddenly, Mark’s foot slipped on one of Melvin’s toy cars, sending him tumbling forward and onto Charles. They landed on the couch in a heap, with Mark on top, their faces barely inches apart.

Charles smirked up at him, his voice dropping to a low murmur. “Well, this is one way to fall for me.”

Mark rolled his eyes, trying to keep up the tough act despite the flush creeping up his neck. “You wish,” he shot back, though the words came out softer than intended.

Before they could process the moment, Lorenzo walked in, catching them in the compromising position. Without missing a beat, he smirked. “There’s a thing called a door lock, you know. Use it next time you’re having your little makeout sesh.”

Mark quickly rolled off Charles, both of them bursting into laughter at Lorenzo’s nonchalant comment. It wasn’t the first time Lorenzo had found them invading each other’s personal space, and it probably wouldn’t be the last.

Later, as they said their goodbyes, Melvin woke up and tugged on Mark’s sleeve. “Can you keep the ring, Uncle Mark?” the little boy asked with wide, sleepy eyes.

Mark smiled warmly, tousling the toddler’s hair. “Of course, buddy. I’ll keep it forever.”

A Week Later…

Mark had been wearing the play dough ring to nearly every event since. Paparazzi and fans alike had noticed the unusual accessory, and soon enough, the internet was abuzz with theories. Was it a designer piece? Some exclusive, ultra-expensive creation?

During a live interview, Mark was finally asked about the mysterious ring. Smiling sheepishly, he lifted his hand and showed off the ring. “This? Oh, it’s not what you think,” he began. “It’s actually made of play dough. My little nephew made it for me, and I just modified it a bit to keep it safe.”

As expected, social media exploded with reactions.

Instagram Comments:

@racingfreak89: “Wait, what?! A play dough ring?! That’s the cutest thing ever 🥺”

@charlesxmarkshipper: “So Mark’s been wearing a ring from Charles’ nephew all this time? Are we sensing some future wedding vibes here 👀”

@luxurywatcher: “Forget the price tag! It’s all about sentiment 😍”

Twitter Tweets:

@F1News_Feed: “Mark Spencer reveals the secret behind his famous ring—it’s a gift from Charles Leclerc’s nephew, made out of PLAY DOUGH 🥹 #MarkLeclerc #UncleMark”

@random_F1Fan: “Everyone thought it was designer, but nope, just Mark being adorable with a toddler-made ring 💍 #TooWholesome”

@RB_RaceNation: “Imagine wearing a play dough ring to every event like it’s the crown jewels 😂 Gotta love him.”

TikTok Clips:

TikTok Video: “Mark Spencer just casually telling the world he’s been wearing a play dough ring this whole time 💍 #MarkLeclerc #F1Family #Adorable”

Comments on the video:

@kennedy_luvsF1: “He’s literally too pure for this world 😭💞”

@chaoticF1_fan: “Charles’ nephew is making rings now, huh? Talk about securing the deal 👀”

As the buzz continued, Mark just laughed it off, secretly cherishing the small, symbolic gesture—a reminder of the connections he had built, not only with Charles but with the people closest to him.

[runnning-outof-time]

Couldn't resist these prompts, so here you go:

placing a soft kiss on their forehead

For Arthur Shelby because I want all the soft things for that man.

Thanks for sending this in Akasha!!! I 100% agree with you there! 🥰❤️ also I promise blurbs aren’t going to be taking this same ‘encouragement’ vibe…or at least I don’t think they aren’t 👀👀 guess I’ll have to write them to find out haha. I should be writing Birmingham, but I had this idea instead…but don’t worry, the next chapter will be up before the weekend’s over.

PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!

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You’ve Got This

Arthur Shelby

Warnings: language

(Y/N)’s worried about the upcoming job interview that she has, so Arthur’s got to give her some words of encouragement.

“Whatcha workin’ on there, love?” Arthur’s voice came from the side of the room. It made (Y/N) look over to see him leaning up against the far wall, and she briefly wondered how long he’d been standing there.

“I’m making sure all of my papers are in order for the interview tomorrow,” she answered him, exhaling a huff then as she gathered her hair up into her hands, tugged on it softly, and then let it fall to her shoulders again.

“You nervous?” he asked her as he watched her movements, his brows furrowed.

“I am,” she sighed again, deciding to come clean rather than tell a lie.

“Why?” he asked another question. (Y/N)’s eyes snapped over to him and she shot him a deadpan expression as an inital reaction to his question.

He didn’t get the hint. “Why do you think?” she put the question back onto him, her words coming out more snarky than she intended to. Arthur stayed mum. “This is an opportunity that only comes once in a lifetime. What are the odds that a position opens up a week after we finally move here? I can’t screw it up or else…or else I…” she ended her ramble with a frustrated sigh when she couldn’t think of the words to finish off her sentence. She hung her head then, feeling like she was about to start crying.

The sound of footsteps echoed off of the hardwood then, telling (Y/N) that Arthur was approaching her. She didn’t look up though. Not until she felt the couch dip down next to her and the weight of a hand on her shoulder. Arthur waited until she was looking at him again to speak. Once she did, he spoke softly, “you’ve got nothing to worry about, (Y/N). You’re one of the smartest people I know, and any boss would be lucky to have you as their employee. You’ve got this, yeah?”

“But what if I choke? What if they ask me a question and I have no idea what to say?” she wasn’t on board with accepting his words of encouragement.

“Then you get to come back here and enjoy some time at home until something else comes up. I’ve told you before…you don’t need to work, we’ve got enough money to live off of for fucking years now,” he answered her, his stance not wavering.

“But I want to work,” she pouted slightly.

“I know you do…and that’s why you’re going to kick this interview’s ass tomorrow,” he said to her, a grin breaking onto his face when he saw a ghost of a smile appear on her lips. (Y/N) saw his grin and couldn’t help but smile wider. He always knew how to turn her mood around. “You’ve got this, (Y/N),” he enforced his previous point, leaning over to press a soft kiss on her forehead once he was finished speaking.

“Thank you, Arthur,” she breathed once he’d pulled back again. She now had a sincere smile on her face, and she couldn’t quite stop herself from reaching over and wrapping her arms around him. Of course she was still worried about tomorrow, but Arthur’s words of encouragement had brought her some much needed respite.

“You’re welcome, love,” he responded, a smile on his face again as he held onto her tightly, happy that she was now relaxed in his arms.

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[allnightstay]

Day 8 - Nuzzles 🐙

Summary: Jinwoo finds himself in yet another dungeon. But this one felt strange. He encounters something unlike he's ever seen before. Or felt...

Lee: Jinwoo

Ler: you'll see 😉

A/N: This contains no spoilers. Midway Season 1 Jinwoo. He's not quite the little boy but also not the opposite.

Another day, another dungeon. Except he was solo on this one (no pun intended). His goal was to try and get through 5 before end of day. If that was even possible. Something felt off about this one, he thought. Whatever was lurking in at the end of the tunnel gave him a vibe he felt he'd never encountered before.

Continuing forward, he enters a somewhat small-opening area, but there's literally nothing there. Thinking he'd reached a dead end, he turns to head back the way he came from, until he felt the floor rumble.

Then it stopped.

Perhaps there was something here? The blue eyed boy froze, waiting to see if something else would happen.

The floor rumbled again.

Jinwoo positions himself, ready for something to possibly come from underground. He backs up when he sees a little hole begining to form on the floor.

Within seconds, two large tentacle-like objects come flying out from each wall on either side of him. It grabs him by the wrists, lifting him up, with two other arms comings from underneath, grabbing his ankles.

"Wh- what the!?"

Jinwoo pulls at his arms, looking both ways confused at what exactly was going on, and completely oblivious to the three other tentacles appearing right in front of him.

"Argh!! I can't get these things off of me!!" He yells, unfortunately he was by himself.

The three arms reach up, face level with the boy, and begin... nuzzling his neck? What in the world, what kind of dungeon is this??

Jinwoo begins slightly panicking, being that he can't move nor can he stop the ticklish sensation forming around his neck. He's worried this thing might hurt him, he needs a solution, quickly.

"Ahahehe, ugh!! Get these things off of mehehe!" He hates that he's laughing, first off, and growing increasingly annoyed at the fact that he's stuck.

One arm then creeps down to his waist, circling him in a hugging type of way, but the slithering is becoming even more unbearable on his skin. It tickles like hell. The other two arms slide under his shirt, reaching upward to his underarms.

You can't be serious.

Instinctively, Jinwoo starts thrashing around attempting to free himself, holding in his laughter in the moment of panic, but finds it incredibly hard to do so.

The two arms start flicking in his underarms, with the third around his waist now trickling around his belly button.

"Hmmnngg ahahAHAHAHA!! AHHH HAHAHA FUCKK!! NAHAHAHA PLEASEHEHEHEASE!! DOHOHON'T!!"

He's unsure of why he's even asking, begging really. Can it even understand him?

"NAHAHAHA DAHAHAHAMMIT!!" He fights even more to release himself from the tight hold he's in, but with zero luck.

It felt affectionate in the weirdest way, it kept "hugging" him yet it tickled like crazy.

One arm went from under his shirt to back up to his neck, nuzzling it again. He couldn't handle it. It was beginning to be too much.

"HAHAHA PLEHEHE- I CAHAHAHAN'T!!! NAAAHAHA STOHOHOHOP!!"

The arm around his waist slows to a stop, slides down his leg, and stops by his feet. It removes his shoe, and finally his sock.

"GOHOHOD NOOOHOHO PLEASE PLEASE DON'T!!"

Little sprouts form around the tip of the tentacle, individualizing into little tickly strands. His foot was about to be completely covered in ticklish sensations.

Each little tendril wrapped around his foot and placed themselves at each toe, while the bigger main piece remained at the center of his foot.

They all begin scratching, lightly flickering, some faster than the other, and some with a bit more pressure.

"NAHAHAHA OH MY GOHOHOD!!! Jinwoo could hardly breathe. The intensity of his torment was unlike anything he's ever felt. Sure he'd had plenty of ticklish memories in his past, but nothing like this.

10 minutes pass. During that time, another arm had surfaced and took hold of his other foot in the same way the other tentacle did.

He's nearly crying, frustration and giddy disbelief drowning him. He hasn't been tickled in forever but jeez this was not the way he'd want it to come back.

Another 10 minutes pass, and it finally lets up on him, lowering him and quickly disappearing, arms slithering back in their holes.

What the fu- his mind was running wild, he was still catching his breath, trying to put it all together.

He immediately ran out, despite not "finishing" this dungeon. The hell with it. He did not care one bit. All he cared about was leaving and never coming back.

Hopefully he never runs into this dungeon again.

[im-captain-basch]

K. Rool, your first member of the Elite 4 in the Pokemon Trainer AU

YES FINALLY WE'RE AT THIS POINT!!!!!

Kris, better known outside the league as K. Rool, is the usual first Elite 4 trainers wanting to attain champion rank will face. An air of regality about him, he's also the owner of a company that helps supplies equipment to pokemon centers throughout the region. He's been known to disappear pretty often, but this is so common an occurrence that most don't tend to think anything of it. There's rumors these disappearances are connected to Team Void, but either he's good at covering his tracks or they're just unfounded as there's no concrete evidence that connects K. Rool to the infamous group.

K. Rool is a Unova native, with ancestry from Galar. In his free time, he likes to volunteer at the pokemon center, but he doesn't tend to make a big deal about it.

His team consists of:

Kerozene (Skeledirge, female, Jolly nature)

Castle (Crobat, male, Impish nature)

Mick (Hitmonchan, male, Lax nature)

Creme (Krookodile, female, Bold nature)

Dogadon (Vikavolt, female, Quirky nature)

Baron (Porygon-Z, Hasty nature)

Some additional fun facts:

-The only trainer inspiration K. Rool is meant to have here is Steven Stone, if only because it's the vibe I was trying to give off.

-He has no beard in the initial art because I simply forgot to give him one. It's an error I've made sure to rectify in every piece concerning him since, as well as making him a bit chunkier. I am not certain how well this latter change shows in the alt art.

-The names of all members of K. Rool's team reference the Donkey Kong games he's appeared in, even if it may not be obvious. They're also all very very spoiled, much more so than any other league trainer's team.

-The shiny totodile pictured in the initial art is named Klappy. She's not listed on his team due to her being sickly, so she's more of an actual pet. He met her on one of his excursions to the pokemon center, where she was being evaluated before being passed on to a pokemon lab, and offered to take her in. In a meta sense, since he was originally shown in April of 2022, Klappy was meant as a placeholder until ScarVi came out and the trainer card builder I was using obtained the assets to include Paldea pokemon.

-I originally intended to give him a clodsire as well because I'm emotionally attached to them to fit with his primary typing being ground, but I was too proud of the team to take anyone out.

-K. Rool was also a former champion for the Unova league, having held the position before the current champion. He climbed his way back through the ranks on his own merit, and likes to make little comments about taking the title back one day, although he says this more as a joke.

-He despises nanab berries.

[tmwcs]

My Girlfriends Roommate - Chapter 7

No warnings for this but either chapter's 8 or 9 is where the smut begins. And I intend to post that tonight. I'm so sorry for the length guys, this story is like 34k words long, and I'm breaking it up to parts vs legit chapters because of tumblers word count limit. But we're close, I'm hoping the build up is doing something for your guys.

Summer was moving by fast, too fast. As much as you were eager for the day to come where you could see Samuel, you felt that the breezy days were flying by in a blink of an eye.

Vicky and the girls felt the same and took it upon themselves to savor the last few weeks of it to enjoy a shopping spree. You had an important exam to prepare for, so you decided to stay back and attend a study group session with some of your fellow classmates. When you returned to your dorm, Vicky had already returned and was in the room; large bags of clothes and accessories filled her bed as she was going in and out of her closet organizing everything.

You offered to help her, which she accepted with a smile. Noticing the large amount of the expensive clothing in the bags, you bit your tongue as you assumed Gabe was with her and purchased everything. If you weren’t glad in skipping out of the shopping events before, you certainly were now. Trying to avoid saying something smart regarding Vicky and Gabe’s “sugar daddy” relationship, you inserted a different topic instead trying to maintain a positive vibe.

“So, what else do you guys have plan for today?”

Vicky responded from inside her closet. “I think I’m going to hit up Ethan, which by the way, did you see him stop by today at all?”

You answered with a simple “no” as you took out the slink materials out of the bag and folded each article neatly. Vicky’s question had brought something to light.

Ethan was consistent in his visits to the dorm, either meeting with or picking up Vicky for a date. Yet it suddenly dawned on you that his visits came to an abrupt stop within the last few days. It was quite strange since you overheard him telling Vicky just four days ago that he would stop by every afternoon to give her a ride to the other side of campus for her summer courses. Vicky agreed since the campus was so widespread.

Yet, he stopped showing up. Ethan’s visit’s to the dorm wasn’t the only thing that had suddenly ceased. Apparently, he stopped texting and calling, he even stopped responding to her whenever she would reach out. He never gave Vicky an explanation. Vicky grew concerned and reached out to one of his frat members, to which they eased her worries after explaining that they’ve been seeing him every day.

Honestly, you were relieved to hear of that as well; you got used to Ethan and his small talks, so it was only natural for you to be slightly worried. Yet, the fact that he just decided to stop showing and communicating with her was still odd; you knew Vicky had plans to break it off with him but considering that she was asking if you had seen him or reaching out to his frat brothers regarding him, you knew that she hadn’t.

Since this was a matter between her and Ethan, you had no choice but to leave yourself out of it and hope for the best. The only thing was, since Ethan’s visits were at a pause, and Vicky still needed a ride for her summer courses, this propelled for Gabe to be around more often than you’d like. In fact, it was almost as if he replaced Ethan, thought Vicky maintained that she and Gabe weren’t dating, and as far as she knew her, and Ethan still were. Though to you it didn’t seem that way.

Two weeks went by since the day Ethan stopped showing up, and nothing had changed. One day, Vicky mentioned that she got to see him and was very vague about their interaction, so you figured it was a similar situation that of you and Samuel. Perhaps Ethan was just busy, he was practically reaching the finish line in college after all, so you didn’t think too far and just needed time to focus on his studies.

Maintaining the respect of not meddling in her business, you never asked or mentioned anything to Vicky. You could relate in having to sacrificing the desire to spend time with someone you cared about for the sake of them pursuing their ambition. You didn’t want to remind her and asked how Ethan was doing, so you left it all alone. Gabe showed up more frequently. Thankfully, he didn’t have a key, since Vicky gave hers to Ethan from before and apparently never got it back, so she often had to rely on you to unlock the door, which wasn’t an issue since your schedules were pretty much the same.

With Gabe swinging by as often as he was, you secretly wish Ethan would start back up with his visits to Vicky at the dorm. At first it was just a nuisance, Gabe started off with his usual rude manners, and while you would catch him always looking you up and down, you handled it in your usual tendencies of just ignoring it since you had way too much things on your plate that was worth your focus.

Until one day, Gabe took began taking it too far. He was getting out of hand with his mannerisms towards you, and it became infuriating with the number of times he brought a great deal of discomfort in your own room. There were times when Vicky would go use the bathroom, and you had to quickly make an excuse to leave the room and come back minutes later when you assumed she was done just so you could avoid sitting in the room alone with him for even a second.

Because the moment provided you were alone with him, he conducted himself inappropriately. Even if he and Vicky weren’t dating, it didn’t mean he had to act in a manner that was highly perverse and direct it to you, especially since it was unwarranted. Like the time he remained sitting on Vicky’s bed, tracing his fingers around his chest, his abdominal area, and then toward his pelvis, all the while making obscene noises and watching you as you were doing your homework. He must have thought you couldn’t hear him since you had your headset on, but you most definitely had, along with seeing him since your peripherals never failed.

There’s no way Vicky would stay friends with this idiot upon knowing how he acted whenever she wasn’t around, even if it meant losing him as a possible partner that would provide her that financial stability.

One time you caught him in looking at you, the moment you accidently glanced over when he had called your name, he licked his lips in a suggestive manner. Feeling fed up with his impolite gestures, you mouthed a silent “stop” to him, choosing to be discreet and not create awkwardness in front of Vicky.

His response was to stare at you directly with an unyielding look, almost like he took your warning as some sort of challenge to insists further at expressing this unwarranted desire for you. As frustrating as it was, you ignored him completely and made a mental note that once Ethan was finished with whatever was occupying his time from Vicky and coming back to his regular visits allotting for her to no longer rely on Gabe for rides, you would have to have a talk with her concerning him.

One week since went by, the youth of another Friday night graces the campus grounds. You sit back up against your headboard and conclude your homework for the night, happy that the weekend was already here since the week was dreadful with the approach of exams and enrollments for next semesters courses.

Vicky excitedly enters the room and rushes to your side, jumping on your bed to sit next to you.

“What are you doing tonight?” she asks clearly with an agenda in mind that she planned for the both of you.

“Nothing. What’s up?”

“So the girls and I are going to a party at one of the frat houses, it’s going to be fun. Let’s all go.” She states eagerly waiting for your response.

“Yeah sure, let’s go. What are we all wearing?” you ask greeting her smile with one of your own.

“I’m not sure yet, I have to pick an outfit, but the girls and I decided we want to be sexy.”

Chuckling, you fold your arm to cover your eyes. Vicky’s comment was comical. You reassured that she didn’t need to try, that she had already established herself as sexy the moment she stepped foot on campus.

“Vicky, you are sexy. In fact, when are you not sexy?” She laughs and responded, “I am not!”

“Yes you are. What about all those mini dresses you wear all the time? Are you kidding me?” you laugh wholesomely.

“We’ll if you say so, then it must be true.” she says in a playful manner.

The girls all met up at your dorm, they looked so beautiful all dolled up. Their hair and makeup done a bit heavier than normal but did well to set the mood for the night. You sat and tried to pick out a dress to wear for the evening, then you noticed that Vicky, as usual, was dressed to the nines. She looked so pretty showing off her red mini dress to you.

It showcased a deep plunging neckline to expose a heavy bit of cleavage, a series of jeweled bracelets, hair broach, and jeweled accents on her dress increased her appeal, making her look rather expensive let alone beautiful.

You smile in approval as Vicky looked over to you, twirling around showing off her outfit, taking delicate steps in her traditionally high opened toed black heels. The way she moved and flaunted herself reminded you of the models your mom used to talk about whenever she was at work, showing you videos and pictures of their infamous catwalks.

You were too little to think anything of the experience but seeing how beautiful Vicky looked triggered your memory of seeing those girls strutting their bodies in swaying motion. If you didn’t know any better, you would have suspected Vicky being a model herself, by the way she was able to move so smoothly and elegantly.

“You better hurry and get dressed! The party already started.” Vicky states after noticing you still had on your robe and sat next to a collection of dresses spread out on your bed.

Most of them belonging to the girls and Vicky since you didn’t have a lot of outfits that were suitable for club or party wear. Just then you remembered of a black cocktail dress your mother made for an event that was in honor of an award your father received.

You go through and slide hanger after hanger in your wall locker, as you recall seeing it when you had unpacked. Towards the end, you saw the high quality of the slinky black cloth hanging delicately. Not sure how you ended up bringing it with you, but you were glad you did as you admired the soft material, rubbing it between your fingers as it remained hanging.

As you slid the dress on, the material hugged every bit of your body; it was soft, and it felt silky. It sat nicely against your skin and felt so light and even though it wasn’t too tight, it was very form fitting, fitting you like a glove and flattered your appearance.

Unlike the outfits the girls were wearing, to include Vicky’s expensive attire, the dress reflected a different type of high class. It was of true Milan fashion and over-accentuated the appeal of the person wearing it. It suited your sense of established style as it was plain, simple, but just as, if not sexier and more elegant than what everyone else had on.

You stepped out from the closet to showcase your dress to the girls. You initially were worried when, upon seeing you, the group stood and stared without saying anything, including Vicky. Their eyes were wide, and their mouths drew open, yet you got nervous into thinking they didn’t like the simplicity of the dress as they remained frozen in their movement.

“Y/n….” one of the girls gasped out, covering her mouth as soon as she did as her eyes moved up and down admiring you.

“…You’re stunning.” Another blurted out. “Oh my god y/n…you…you look so chic.” “Where did you find that dress?” “Is it Valentino?” “How are you this sexy right now?” “Damn girl…what about us?”

The compliments and jokes went out and you felt relieved that they loved the dress. The dress was of course made for you, and you didn’t really mean that in the literal sense since it technically was. The neckline, much like Vicky’s, displayed a slight v-neckline, however, it did not plunge deep too deep, there was a modest flare to the tasteful amount of cleavage exposed. The dress was made six years ago, and compared to when you last wore it, your body had developed a little more since then, which of course enforced the dress to fit you just a tad bit tighter than before. Yet, it absolutely did not work against you, instead, it beautifully displayed you as the elegant, classy, and beautiful woman you had now become.

The spaghetti straps held the dress in place and the skirt was a bit more modest in length, just enough to reflect a fashion of class and elegance, mirroring an image of true high fashion and not just sexy clubwear.

You matched the dress perfectly with a pair of black open toed heels that had strapped around your ankles. Thanks to your mother’s career choice, you were given these shoes as a gift, which you came to really appreciate at this very moment considering they were red bottoms.

Your hair, which normally was pinned up in the usual loose bun or tucked under your beanie, fell freely, exposing a subtle flow of waves. For the first time you were going to let it all hang down, finishing off the look with a single black cuff bracelet and a black choker.

Your lips were stained semi-dark rouge, along with a light application of smokey eye shadow, a touch of blush and powder on your face and a subtle winged liner tracing your lid. The alluring essence of haute and chic fashion was oozing from your look. You were ready to enjoy the night with your friends, but not without sneaking in a selfie or two to send to Samuel; even though you agreed to let him be to focus on his studies, you wanted to show off your look so he could see how pretty you made yourself with him in mind.

Your hair swayed and decorated your frame beautifully as you moved and walked over to the group signaling that you were ready. They stood for a moment, taking notice that while you kept the accessories to a minimum, had on the plainest outfit, and your hair left free and un-styled, they didn’t need to use words to express the slight bit of envy and shock at how gorgeous you looked. Vicky in particular, tapped her finger on her lip as her eyes grazed you up and down checking you out. They must have noticed that you were beginning to feel shy as they began blurting out compliments and told you how perfect you looked.

Even Vicky, linking arms with you, played with your long hair and told you that you did beautiful. You all made your way and walked to the frat party, it was nearly a block away, but the air was too nice to pass so everyone decided to travel by foot. On the way over, you met up with some familiar faces of classmates who were all heading to the same destination.

The frat house was booming, the loud bass of DJ’s music, the frenzied interactions of the attendees, and the smell of alcohol beverages swarmed the perimeter of the yard as you and the girls walked up to the door.

You remained behind the group, linking arms with Cassie, a fellow classmate you ran into on your way to the party. Like you, Cassie wasn’t used to these settings and with that commonality shared, you walked with her by your side sharing a sense of excitement and nervousness as you both attend your first frat party.

Vicky led the group in, being the first to walk in through the door. Earning a series of “ooh” and “ah” from everyone, which continued as the girls followed suit closely behind her. Everyone viewed the girls and admired how pretty they looked, especially Vicky.

For a minute, you felt so nervous as you and Cassie walked in trailing behind Vicky and the others, you had never been to a party where there were so many unfamiliar faces, and a diverse age group. With Cassie still linked around your arm, you both entered. After a few steps in through the entrance, majority the people, maybe even all of them, took a pause from enjoying the festivities. The nervous sense within your gut shot through you like bullets as you watched the reaction of everyone staring at you.

Nobody said anything. Not a single sound emerged from their lips, just cups being lowered from their faces, mouths left agape, eyes widening, and the music being turned down by the DJ as he pushed back one side of his headset. Everyone simply stared and even though Cassie stayed close, it felt like all eyes were on you.

You both walked through and caught up with the rest of the girls, making way towards the conjoined kitchen and dining area. You heard the DJ turning the music back up as everyone seemed to have snapped back to their senses and continued to enjoy the party as if nothing had happened.

Regardless of everyone getting back to the groove of the party, you and the girls noticed the stares and silent admiration you were receiving as they walked past. A different form of complimenting compared to Vicky, who was receiving verbal gestures of how delightful she looked.

But you preferred it that way. You weren’t used to interacting with so many people and since everyone at the party were entirely new to you, you found that the silent form of their compliments was more suitable for you.

You didn’t see where Vicky ran off to, assuming she probably saw someone she knew and went speak with them, you and the rest of the group stationed yourselves around the kitchen island where a plethora of beverages were staged.

A fellow student nominated himself as the party’s bartender as he was on the opposing side of the island, pouring and serving drinks for everyone. Occasionally he would verbally reach out to either you or one of the girls to hand him a bottle of a specific beverage from the separate L-shaped counter that surrounded you from behind.

Cassie ended up meeting and hanging with her group shortly after locating them in the room next to the kitchen, leaving you and the girls to mingle amongst yourselves as you enjoyed the DJ’s playlist and sipping on a Red Bull. Something you only consumed during events such as this due to you not really being familiar with members of the party, excluding Vicky and the girls.

Keeping it under adult roar, you limited your alcoholic consumption to 5 drinks/shots or less to play it safe. You didn’t want to get drunk anyhow, since sending out your selfies to Samuel, there was a chance that he might reach out or call later in the evening. You wanted to be fully capable of having a nice long conversation to catch up with him with the risk of passing out. You tend to be a sleepy drunk after all.

You and the girls engaged in small talk, standing as a row along one side of the island. The girls were delightfully paired with their boyfriends as they came by shortly after you had arrived at the party. You scooted down closer to the inner corner of the L-shaped counter, allowing for more space as the boys stood next to the girls, enjoying the party.

You strike up a conversation with the boy who was bartending along with his girlfriend standing nearby helping him with making the drinks, a pleasant way to keep you from getting bored as you stood off to the side in a lonesome state next to the girls with their boyfriends wrapped around them.

Yet, the enjoyment of their company was short lived as the bartender and his girlfriend began to exchanged kisses and hugs whenever they took a break from making the drinks. Only making you wish strongly that Samuel was here to be with you. Taking a sip of your drink, something caught your attention, a tall figure making way towards the island. The lighting inside the house was dim, but you could easily make out at who was approaching the bartender, even though this person was looking a little dressier than his usual choice of attire.

Ethan.

[mykpopwire]

interview: 82MAJOR Aspire to be the 'FIRST CLASS' Idol in Their Own Colour

82MAJOR, a six-member South Korean boy group under GREAT M Entertainment, has made their official debut with the release of their 1st single, ON. Their name was inspired by South Korea’s country code, 82, and the group’s aspirations to introduce a new direction to K-pop and establish themselves as a major presence globally. Let’s get to know more about the group and their music direction in the recent interview.

Hwang Seong Bin (left), Nam Seong Mo (right)

Q: Some of the members contributed to the song writing process for this debut single. Can you offer some insights to the song writing process and the messages that you wanted to convey through the lyrics?

Nam Seong Mo: When I first heard the melody of "SURE THING," it brought a positive, hopeful feeling. It inspired me to write lyrics as if directly communicating with our fans. Crafting these lyrics, a lot of beautiful words came to mind. In a section mentioning "a small firefly," I remembered being a child and witnessing a firefly, amazed at how something so small could emit such a bright light. I aimed to be a similar source of light, even if small, for our fans. That’s how the lyrics came together.

Hwang Seong Bin: While creating "FIRST CLASS," my focus was on the aspiration for 82MAJOR to reach a first-class status in the future. I aimed to express this ambition through the song's lyrics.

Yoon Ye Chan: When I was working on “FIRST CLASS,” I just realized that it was natural for us because we are confident with our writing and rapping skills. So, when it came down to writing process, with the ‘first class’ and ‘this is who we really are’ mindset, it was really easy to write the lyrics that match the song.

Q: Do you have any particular goals for this debut single?

Cho Seong Il: Even though we just made our debut, it is my goal to receive the Rookie of the Year award. It is the biggest goal that we have. After receiving the Rookie of the Year award, we will do our best to receive the grand award through our next album.

Nam Seong Mo: I really want to be first place on a music show.

Park Seok Joon: We aim to showcase our group's incredible presence to the public. With tracks like "FIRST CLASS" and "SURE THING" offering different vibes, our goal is to excel in expressing those diverse vibes through facial expressions and gestures, highlighting our capability to pull off such different concepts.

Q: On your journey to debut, did anything funny or memorable moment that you will remember forever?

Cho Seong Il: During the filming of the music video for "FIRST CLASS," the weather started out great but took a turn with sudden rain in the evening. We were concerned about continuing the shoot, but the director proposed capturing the current atmosphere, so we ended up filming the music video in rain. The director did a great job in bringing out the vibe even during when it was raining, and I think it came out better than what was originally intended.

Park Seok Joon (left), Yoon Ye Chan (right)

Q: What is one thing that is very different between being a trainee and a rookie idol?

Cho Seong Il: I think our daily schedule changed a lot. Before as trainees, we would always practice here in the practice room. Now that we've made our debut, we have more opportunities to attend schedule elsewhere. Also, we get more time to interact with our fans, which I find to be great.

Park Seok Joon: For me, when I was a trainee, I did not have the confidence that I will debut for sure. Now that we've made our debut, I want to show a better side of us, and it motivates me to do well during practice sessions as well as lyrics writing.

Kim Do Gyun: I think I was able to gain new experiences, and it allowed us to come together more as a team and improve our teamwork.

Q: What is something that you really look forward to now that you've debuted?

Yoon Ye Chan: Personally for me, performing in front of other people and writing more songs. That’s what I look forward to.

Park Seok Joon: When our debut was confirmed as we received the songs for the album, I really look forward to finding out the songs that we will get to perform.

Hwang Seong Bin: I'm really excited for getting the opportunity to collaborate with other artists.

Cho Seong Il (left), Kim Do Gyun (right)

Q: What attracted you to have music as your career and what made you decide to be an idol?

Yoon Ye Chan: My family has a very long and extensive line in music; my brother is already an idol (P1Harmony’s KEEHO), my mother was a pianist while my uncles major in guitar and drums (respectively). Since our whole family has been working in the music industry, so I have always been surrounded by music and naturally compelled in doing music.

Cho Seong Il: As I was thinking about what career path I should take, I thought about how I loved singing and dancing. I decided to audition and eventually landed a spot in the company, leading me to debut as an idol.

Hwang Seong Bin: When I was 16, I was mesmerized Post Malone's stages, which eventually inspired me to take the path of an idol. I found solace in his music and it inspired me to pursue a path as an artist. I was deeply moved and wished to provide that comfort to others as well. That’s how I decide to have a career in music.

Q: What are your long-term goals as a group?

Hwang Seong Bin: With all six of us in the group, I want to leave a lasting impression that 82MAJOR is a cool group that others aspire to become.

Yoon Ye Chan: As a long-term goal, I wish to be our own producer for our albums, instead of receiving demos from other producers. We got two producers, the third one is on the way, so, I hope we can make our own albums soon.

Kim Do Gyun: Also, we want to create music that is distinctly our own colour and present it to the public.

Q: Do you have a message that you want to leave for your fans?

Hwang Seong Bin: Thank you so much for supporting us. You are the reason for our existence. We love you! ❤ ❤ ❤

Yoon Ye Chan: All of us have the same mind and heart. Thank you so much to all our fans. We are reading all of your comments and watch all the TikTok videos that you uploaded. We love you guys too! ❤

Park Seok Joon: To our international fans, I hope to see you in person someday through a tour. We will work our best and try to make that happen.

Thank you Great M Entertainment and Helix Publicity for the invitation.

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[goodbyenorthernlights]

I'm curious to know if you've pulled some of Rezo's vibes into your characterisation of Saejid or did you perhaps already intend to draw some inspo from him when coming up with Saejid's premise. :3

Not at all, honestly! I didn't even know Rezo existed when I was developing Saejid- I was vaguely aware of Slayers as an anime I had tried watching as a teenager and only seen the first episode of before going "Ehhh this isn't my thing."

Saejid was originally based on a character I came up with as a teenager for a Gaia Online RP where the antagonists were themed around the idea of childhood fears- the monster under the closet, that sort of thing- and proto!Saejid (his name has been lost to the sands of time/my memory, alas) was meant to be the anthropomorphic personification of Iatrophobia (the fear of doctors) because finding doctors scary struck me as something kids do a lot. So I had this concept of a sadistic doctor archetype already just lying around.

(Proto!Saejid also was based off of a random drawing I'd found online, probably via searching something like "anime doctor" on photobucket and using what I found as a FC, because that was what you did on Gaia Online. Art theft was unfortunately widespread and not recognized as theft. This is actually one of the reasons I eventually stopped using the website for RP entirely tbh, once I learned more about art theft and why it's a problem I wasn't able to strike a comfortable balance between "most RPs expect you to provide a picture of your character" and. Not committing art theft about it. Anyway, tangent!

And proto!Saejid's FC wasn't of Rezo btw, it was... Some white haired anime dude in a labcoat with a :| expression that I think came from a yaoi manga originally.)

Anywho I had this concept lying around and I remember we wound up discussing the concept of Dragonsbayne as a farming sim with the characters as marriage candidates, because I was playing a lot of Rune Factory 4, and for a protag I made up this gender-neutral design I called Luka...

don't ask me how the pattern on their scarf works And Luka I had the concept that it would turn out they would be an amnesiac homunculus, and so I figured I'd make up a character who would have been Luka's creator.

I remembered this vague concept I had still floating in my brain and, never one to turn down the opportunity to draw a bishonen, wound up designing Saejid.

I didn't get into Slayers, and Rezo, until late 2021- digging thru my files, it looks like Saejid's original concept art was drawn sometime in February 2020.

isn't the ms paint glorious

Anyway, Rezo and Saejid do have some noticeable similarities- both of them are "mad scientist" archetypes with kind of a "usually cool-headed intellectual" thing going on, and both of them are very manipulative characters. And also they're both anime pretty boys. So it's likely that there's going to be some more overlap in characterization when I write either of them.

That said they are actually still very different characters in my head! I think the key is in their storylines/motivations. Saejid is a character who starts out in a very good and secure place for him, personally, where he has power over other people and everything he needs and wants. When his world starts changing and the fae community starts opening up to other people, he panics and schemes and conspires to keep his position from potentially changing- even though his behaviour ultimately puts him in a worse place than he'd have probably wound up if he'd just gone with the flow.

Basically he's like a billionaire who's mad that he might have to start paying more taxes and giving his employees health insurance.

Rezo on the other hand... My personal take is admittedly controversial in the fandom but I see him as someone who has spent his entire life struggling in the literal and metaphorical dark under the manipulations of an outside force, fruitlessly pursuing something he thinks will release him from his own misery. He's someone stuck in a genuinely bad situation and trying ruthlessly to get out of it.

If I had to compare Saejid to a Slayers character... Rezo would be in there in terms of demeanor and methodology, but so would Halcyform and a touch of Hellmaster. But in terms of motivation Saejid's, I think, actually closer to being the Supreme Elder from Slayers TRY. He wants to keep a "safe" status quo and doesn't care who suffers because of it, as long as they aren't someone he sees as "his people." (And by the end maybe not even that.)

[outrunningthedark]

my biggest 911 hot take is that I think the fans overemphasize how important the show thinks the will scene is. not that it isn’t important to the characters! but the show hasn’t so much as hinted at it since, and the insistence that’s it’s a giant thing hanging over Buck/Eddie is just not true imo. glances to analyze and speculation to make are fun, but the show has yet to in-canon reference that either buck or eddie are particularly hung up about it.

I think it’s a damn shame for the writers to *not* address it, but I do worry fans will be crushed if it’s never talked about again. 😞

My feelings on the will scene have definitely (and obviously, for anyone who's been reading my blog all season) changed with time. Back when it happened and at different points in s5 (like when the expectation was for Lucy to tap into Buck's recklessness) I was anticipating *something*, but like you said, there's been no allusions or outright admissions even when BUCK WAS IN A COMA. Chris knows about the will, about how the will means Buck is always going to be there (he'll always fight to come home to Chris just like Eddie) and IT NEVER CAME UP??? Yet that should have been a great opportunity to remind the casual viewer of the conversation if there were actually any plans in place to build towards canon in the future??? Something I *really* don't vibe with in this fandom is the insistence that story lines can and will be addressed a later date even if it takes longer than you'd like. Look. None of us - myself included - were taking the cancellation talks seriously because "it's FOX's number one show, lol wtf", but this idea that waiting two, three, or even MORE seasons for a story to be fully fleshed out is PEAK toxic positivity. We have no insight into what negotiations are like, or how the actors feel about committing to the show for multiple years beyond their current contracts. By dragging their feet on specific plot points, the show runners are not only telling us those things don't matter until and IF they say they matter (meaning we're giving it more importance than intended), but they're also operating under a false sense of security. If ABC didn't pick up OG for a seventh season (gonna repeat myself and say that Angela Bassett is probably what did it because that network has plenty of programming) the story lines would be ending in a way that leaves us feeling unsatisfied. 9-1-1 no longer has the hype of seasons 1, 2, 3, or even 4. "Next season" is no guarantee and the show runners need to start telling stories that reflect this (unfortunate) reality.

[yournotsolocalcryptid]

Whatever Happens

6/?

PREV (One) / NEXT

tags: @transeliot @mentallyunstablebish @sarah0687 @cjand10 @warmommy if you would like to be added or removed from my writing tag just lemme know :)

Summary: idk man, fluffy stuff, tending to wounds, mini heart to heart typa vibes

Pairing: Billy/Four x Gender neutral reader

Word count: 666

Warnings: fluff, tending to wounds, cuddling american writing a brit, poor writing and editing skills etc

It was dark when you finally woke up. You lay in the quiet for a few minutes then hauled yourself off the bed and grabbed new materials for Billy's wounds. You found him laid out on his back on the couch with one nodding off in the chair. You turned on the lamp by billys head and saw the other man jerk awake as you did. You assumed he hadn't intended to fall asleep or let his guard down but you paid him no mind and continued. You knelt by billys abdomen and gently lifted his shirt above the bandaged area and carefully started removing those as well. You ignored his stare as you inspected the wounded area. You went in with some disinfectant just to be safe, which caused him to hiss, then you secured the new gauze and threw out the old. you then took a disinfectant wipe from your first aid kit to the remaining open wounds on his head. Some were healing well and some were bad enough that it was going to take more than just a few days to see progress. As you tenderly blotted then you were grateful neither of the two men had said anything and you hoped they wouldn't. You finished with the last one on his face and you noticed another near his collar bone which you gave the same treatment. As you pulled away his hand caught yours and he brought it to his lips and gave a quick kiss, you assumed in thanks. You turned, tossed the wipe in the trash and returned to your room, all the while you could feel his big beautiful puppy dog eyes on you. 

    You lay on your bed, back facing the door. You stared at the wall in the dark, zoned out and numb. You heard the door open and close softly behind you. You didn't move, you knew which one it was   Billy lay beside you. You both stayed silent for a long while the he said quietly “im sorry. I’m-” his voice cracked “so fucking sorry, love” 

   You didn't respond, you just lay there willing yourself not to cry, as you knew billy was too. After you you don't even know how long, you rolled over and lay your head on his chest as you’d done so many times so very long ago and murmured “we will have to talk about it eventually you know.”

   “I know” 

You both remained awake and in that position for hours, silence filling the room. Eventually your mind wandered to the man in the other room. You were surprised he was keeping his mouth shut and minding his own business, you were also surprised he was still here and it begged the question, why? Why was One still here and why had he told you so much? 

   You sat up “BIlly?”

   He hummed in response 

   “Why is he still here? And why did he tell me all that?”

   “not  entirely sure. His behavior is odd, even for him. I expected him to come for me and find me, I didn't expect the rest.”

   “is he gonna kill me? Is that why he…” you trailed off

   “No. I don't think thats his intention and I would never let that happen”

   “then why?”

   “Not sure, love. I’m as confused as you are.” he reached up and gently starts rubbing small circles on your back. It was soft and reassuring. He’s here and you're safe, but you cant help but doubt how long it would last. He left before he might again, but something deep down told you he’d never leave your side. That this was somehow different than before and he’d never do it again. You weren't sure if this feeling came from your soul, heart, head, gut, intuition, context clues or if you were just deeply delusional but here you were believing the man who’d lied, left and faked his own death when he said “whatever happens, I’ve got you”

[ignitesthestxrs]

I may have missed it but did you watch Shadow and Bone on Netflix? What were your thoughts on it?

i watched the first season! i think i have spoken about it on here before but i didn't tag it because i wasn't very nice, and i didn't want to like, spring that on the greater fandom tag lol

uh overall i think that the show flattened a lot of the things that i enjoyed about the books, and did not improve on anything i disliked from them.

the way the show engaged with race was deeply performative and one dimensional, like, jump-scaring the viewer with ISN'T THIS RACISM SO BAD AND AWFUL in a way that seemed intended to induce the viewer and the show itself to feel good about having noticed that they just got punched in the face.

like right before six of crows came out, i did Representation Math to figure out who was going to die lol and i was Correct and that's the kind of ethos that the show persisted with. coupled with the vibe from the books that has been increasingly sinophobic, i just uuuh Didn't Like It, it left a bad taste.

(obvs i am White and it is not my job to claim Good or Bad Job overall, or assign myself Progressive Points for having this take, but it is the way it hit me at the time of watching and after discussing with friends who are better positioned than i am to comment)

the casting of nina really bothered me, and bardugo's open support of it, while i get that it was probably a sensible choice for her, REALLY bothered me. like if you're going to create characters based on which Diversity Niche they fill, then it's incumbant on you as a creator to hold firm to that vision and use your power and your voice to push back on attempts to uuuuh hollywoodify fatness. like it was just a fundamental betrayal that...sure, i get, that's hollywood, but also this character was explicitly created as a balm to the hollywoodification of fatness, and the response to her casting was basically 'well so long as she's plus size that's what is important'. idk like this is not the fault of the actress at all, but it is: tiresome. the actress is not Fat.

also her costuming was terrible in a very un-nina way that felt like it was trying to disguise how unfat she really was/frumpify her

but aside from That Stuff, i also think that the show misunderstood the fundamental point of two of the core Alina relationships in a way that was deeply boring and in fact more of a problem in the case of the darkling in particular.

like a thing that the books does really well actually is the arc of mal and alina's relationship? in which they start off with a fundamental misunderstanding of what they mean to each other that results in them growing further apart to the point where they both have to change who they are as people to actually fit together properly again. it's a really good example of like, puppy love not working out because values and life circumstances change, but then character growth enables the characters to come together as new people with a different perspective.

because the show starts mal off in his Clear Devotion phase, it makes a lot of the potential growth in that relationship way less meaningful? lol i know a lot of people don't like book malina and...whatever to that, frankly, but from a Craft Perspective, they gave this man his character from the Third Book without giving him any of the Growth Triggers that got him to that point. i only care about I Am Become A Blade mal because he had to fight to get to that point.

re: the darkling on the show lol the show has this weird ethos that their relationship is somehow more ethical if the darkling is Really No For Real In Love With Her from the beginning, which is just SO off base with what the actual problem is with that relationship. the show tries to girl bossify Alina by have her take the darkling off guard/having him experience Real Emotions For Her without considering the fact that this just means that,,,someone who loves her is using her? that's not better! she doesn't have More Power in this relationship because she's shown to be more proactive in the romance side of their relationship, because he's still using her! she hasn't won something from him by making him experience an emotion or desire, she's just wound herself deeper into his web - but the show presents these moments as though she has gained some kind of control over a situation that she literally cannot have control over.

like the whole point of the relationship in that first book is that alina is being groomed, but instead of showing that, the show said 'oh grooming is bad, alina should have more agency!' and shot a situation where she literally cannot have agency because vital information is being kept from her, as a 'yas queen make him obsessed with you!' kind of situation. he's already obsessed with her! because she's a tool to him! it's not agency to make a man want you when he is already using you for his own purposes, it's being groomed!

i need shows that are engaging in depicting problematic relationships to fucking lean into that rather than wriggle out of it. because when they try to wriggle out of it, they always, always end up depicting something that's still fucked up, only now the narrative doesn't seem to be aware of its fucked upness.

anyway uuuuh those are my main thoughts on show, i did not watch the second season and probably never will lol

[flymmsy]

For Gortash and Lyra: 5, 8, 44, 49

Some really good ones here! I'll keep accepting these on a rolling basis if anyone wants to jump in my inbox - ask list here.

→ Gortash

5. What’s the worst sex they’ve ever had? It’s hard not to say Lady Jannath - just because it would be worse than bad, it would be boring. I’m the first one in line to make Gortash love the older ladies, but specifically Wisteria gives me big ‘bad missionary rocks my world’ vibes.

8. Have they ever been caught having? (lol this was definitely meant to say having sex.) Yes yes yes. Actually, a lot. Sometimes it’s purposeful (being caught in a ‘compromising’ position can be an advantage - it disarms the other person, or brings to light jealousies), but he’s also had the occasional accidental interruption. I think the true accidents of being caught were more during his Arms Dealer phase, and the purposeful use of it came when he entered the political realm.

Also - with Durge specifically, there’s a whole lot going on there. I wrote a short headcanon post on this that I intend to expand on later - but Durge loves watching him fuck others. They’ll sneak onto his balcony to watch while touching themselves. And while Gortash doesn’t always know he’s been ‘caught’, he would also get off on the idea of Durge watching. Really big “our sexual tension is too high so I’m going to fuck you through another person” energy.

44. Do they consider themself to be dominant, submissive, both, or neither? I’m a switch Gortash truther. Gortash would always /say/ he’s more dominant (to keep up tyrannical appearances), but with the right partner, he’d love giving up control. He’s very good at being dominant, but being submissive allows him to actually relax more.

49. Do they have any kinks that they’re ashamed of? I think, building off of the previous question, anything that puts him in a more submissive role he feels a degree of shame about. That’s only because he’s built up in his head that he has to be dominating, but underneath that just isn’t entirely who he is. This ranges from mild kinks like being tied up into more quirky kinks - I don’t mean to sound like a broken record here but going back to the mommy kink, I think it’s something he’d be embarrassed about because it’s clearly rooted in an emotional need of his. His shame is definitely proportionate to how much the kink reveals about his emotional needs.

→ Lyra (under the cut)

5. What’s the worst sex they’ve ever had? Okay hilariously, it is with Gortash - deep into their relationship, when they have a degree of comfortability. I like the idea of Gortash bringing her to parties in some way or another - in his head it’s always been an attempt to warm her up to society for when she is Archduchess. He likes that his murderous demon isn’t part of society, but he wants her to see how it operates. Lyra on the other hand would never admit that she actually does just enjoy the parties to an extent.

So I absolutely see them at a party one night spending the entire evening getting all worked up and Gortash making all these promises to tear her clothes off but then when the evening is over he delivers like two thrusts and passes out. Lyra is furious but then also gets really worked up about how stupidly vulnerable and unguarded he’s being and how she could slit his throat too easily and then has a whole menty b about it. In the end, it’s not the worst sex because it was so embarrassingly bad, it’s the worst sex because of the degree of crisis she has about it. She’s devastatingly protective over him.

8. Have they ever been caught having sex? She has sex on display as part of rituals a lot, but hasn’t ever really been caught necessarily. There has definitely been at least ONE time where Gortash watched her take a victim before killing them, but it was definitely all very purposeful.

I mean unless you count getting caught by Sceleritas and scolded for taking some Banite dick….then yes, she has. But hilariously, she wouldn’t count Sceleritas. Pre-tadpole, Sceleritas feels like an extension of herself in many ways. Gortash is definitely unnerved by it.

44. Do they consider themself to be dominant, submissive, both, or neither? With anyone except for Gortash, she doesn’t even think in these terms. From an outside perspective, she’d seem dominant, but sex is so wrapped up in murder for her that it’s not really dominant in the way this means. When she’s with Gortash, it reveals her true nature - switch switch switch. This is definitely a projection onto her but I just think it’s the best of both worlds, and it’s also why Lyra and Enver are really good for each other. They can both step into those roles and fulfill each other’s needs. Sometimes Lyra NEEDS to be in charge in order to even engage in the act - but sometimes she NEEDS to let go.

49. Do they have any kinks that they’re ashamed of? Vanilla sex. Lmao how could I not say that. So long as any sort of roughness is involved she can shrug it off. But vanilla, passionate sex? Shame, shame, shame. Gortash was the only one who ever got her to fuck that way and it ruined her.

[marley-manson]

if you feel like it, i would very much like to see the "top 10 episodes marley doesn't care for" list. not episodes you hate, just ones you could take or leave. and not necessarily 10 if you don't want, i'm just really curious.

Ooh yeah this'll be fun, thank you! This is specifically like, episodes where I feel like I dislike them more than most of fandom, rather than known controversial episodes, or bland episodes most of fandom agrees are bland. Cut to spare others my negativity lol.

A Smattering Of Intelligence - I think this is a pretty well-liked episode since it's Flagg's proper introduction, but it's probably my least fave of Flagg's appearances. I find it a little too cartoony, and to me it almost feels like a generic satirical spy story that someone took and inserted into Mash's universe. The vibes feel off.

The Party - lol like Movie Tonight this is another episode that's so beloved I feel kinda bad for not liking it much. There's lots I do like about it (Klinger's mom!) but overall I feel like the off-screen characters are annoyingly softened and made ooc to serve an uplifting, sentimental purpose that I don't really want from Mash anyway lol. Like Margaret's divorced parents getting along for this, or Charles' parents making friends with Radar's family.

And on top of that the vibe is... again, not what I want from Mash. I don't want that sense of uncomplicatedly positive bonding outside the war. Like imo Dear Dad Three's offhand joke where everyone unanimously voted against a reunion, in which the idea of a ten year MASH reunion is inherently laughable, is miles better than this episode in its entirety to me.

Bug Out - some good moments, some great jokes, but the army good vibes are infuriating to me. Potter's "If the U.S. army wants land, we just take it!" in a totally uncritical, ha ha funny context; the end where the US beating back North Korea is played for triumph complete with military remix of the theme... bad stuff.

April Fools - I definitely see the appeal of the squad teaming up together, but unfortunately this episode failed to capitalize on it, and I hate the premise immensely. I'm sure it's intended as a simple "lol the prankers become the prankees!" reversal but Potter enlisting his war buddy to prank the draftees (and Margaret) by making them think they're going to get court martialed and sent to prison for insubordination is just not my idea of fun shennanigans lol, which makes the tone of this very incongruent and awkward. Plus more making fun of Klinger, plus Hawkeye's epic prank finale sucked and we all know he could and would do a lot better than that if he had nothing to lose. It's fun if you totally ignore the lighthearted tone and take it for the mindfuck it is though lol.

Movie Tonight - I mentioned it already but yeah, it feels like the actors rather than the characters and that's not a vibe I enjoy personally, it has its moments but it's kind of awkward and unfun to me overall.

Hey Look Me Over - I've talked about this at greater length before but yeah it's like, I definitely appreciate the sentiment of a story where a not conventionally attractive woman wins a dude over with her personality, but I don't think it accomplished what they were aiming for. To me it made Hawkeye seem like a saint for changing his mind about her after getting yelled at for friendzoning her lol, and I don't think Kellye came across well in it compared to all her much cooler brief appearances. Nice that she tells us she sings and tapdances, but I'll take watching her smoke a cigar over that any day.

Who Knew - boo hiss, I've complained about it before at length. I know a few other people who also dislike it but overall it seems to be taken pretty uncritically in fandom and it shouldn't be, frankly.

As Time Goes By - the whole concept of the capsule is bad, it would've been bad even if Hawkeye filled it with subversive jokes, but then it was taken seriously as a poignant symbol of the army... woof.

The Price - I don't think this is beloved by fandom by any means, but it flies under the radar when by rights it should be hated imo. As perfect as Hawkeye is in this episode, Potter and the war hero's storyline is one of the worst subplots of the show, and I'm not qualifying that with an 'imo.'

Taking The Fifth - I had a hard time coming up with one more lol which just goes to show how good Mash is, but I went with this because I think most fans generally enjoy it and find it fun but I dislike it. I don't hate hate it, but like, Potter and Klinger's subplot is obnoxious, Hawkeye's plot is obnoxious and I hate the pathetic failed womanizer thing, and it's my go-to example of the kind of gay jokes that don't appeal to me nearly as much as the satirical seasons' jokes.