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Track 6: Thinkin Bout You - Katie

"Because it's four o'clock in the morning, And that's about the time I start zoning // Thinkin' 'bout all the ways that I want it"

Pairing: Jeon Wonwoo x Reader

Genre: smut

Warnings: one night/two night stand, mutual masturbation, teasing, smidge of exhibitionism, oral sex (f. receiving), strength kink, brat reader as always this happens every time guys

Length: ~1.2k

Note: oh how I love my loser gamer husband and MAYBE this one is longer than 1k but it's wonwoo and yall literally have to forgive me for it.

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SATURDAY 3:13AM

Wonwoo: You up? Y/N: seriously? Wonwoo: So that’s a yes Y/N: no Wonwoo: Don’t be like that Y/N: what do you want? Wonwoo: 👀 Y/N: die Wonwoo: C’mon Wonwoo: You know you want to

You’d only hooked up with Wonwoo once. He was a friend of a friend. Not overly outgoing but he made decent conversation if you stopped to speak with him. You could count on one hand the number of times you'd interacted with Wonwoo since he became a part of your friend group. But last weekend, something was in the air and you ended up back at his apartment before either of you knew what was happening.

It’d been good. Good enough that you broke your no sleepover rule. Partly because it was nearing dawn by the time you two calmed down, and the other part because your legs refused to work after Wonwoo seemed to decide his new favorite place was between them.

But you managed to sneak out with shaky legs and smudged makeup long before he woke up. Since then, you pretended it didn’t happen and Wonwoo followed your lead. No texts or calls. No probing from your shared friends. You could almost convince yourself it'd been a weird dream except for the monster hickey on your inner thigh and the mouthwatering memory of his body molded snuggly over yours.

Despite maintaining a nonchalant front, the wall crumbled more and more each minute. Wonwoo opened the door, all you needed to do was step inside and you were guaranteed a good time.

SATURDAY 3:25AM

Y/N: fine Wonwoo: Woah. Don’t get too excited Wonwoo: Come over Y/N: an ancient philosopher once said he who wishes to get his dick wet can put in some fucking effort Wonwoo: Send me your address then little miss attitude Y/N: be here in 30 or don’t bother coming

Not fifteen minutes later Wonwoo has you bent in half at the edge of your bed, your body clad in nothing but ruined panties.

“All for me?” Wonwoo asks from between your thighs. 

You can’t answer, continuing to choke on the promise of nothing but mind numbing bliss since he’s walked through your door. Every inch of your body throbs with the ache of his attention, nipples peaked and a new bruise blooming along the curve of your hip. 

Wonwoo positions you just the way he wants, finding no resistance when lifting your knees atop his shoulders, his head boxed in between. One of his thumbs brush against your panties, your hips stuttering forward to chase the tease of friction. The other makes a path down from your knee to your ass, squeezing before roughly pulling you to the edge of the bed where he kneels.

He’s so close you can feel the ghost of his lips against the back of your thigh. “What’s wrong?” 

Thrashing in embarrassment, you pray he finds a place in his heart to take mercy. As luck would have it, Wonwoo is willing to wait all night, even if it drives him crazy too. 

“Tell me what you want.” His lips grazing the sensitive skin at the crease of your thigh with each word, punctuating them with a painful nip. 

It’s an impasse. You’re too proud to beg, and Wonwoo is too stubborn to give in so easily. He even has the audacity cock an eyebrow when you look down at him perched between your legs, like he knows you’ll crack first. You try to curl your calf around his neck and tempt him forward but Wonwoo resists easily; a delectable flex of his stomach to keep away from where you need him.

“Put in some fucking effort and tell me.” Wonwoo bites into the meat of your thigh.

Everything bleeds red. Winding a hand in his hair, you jerk him away with a sharp tug. The sudden movement catches Wonwoo off guard; startled by the force and giving you room to sit up. Your free hand finds its way into your panties; the initial embarrassment only lasts a second as Wonwoo’s confused expression morphs, the realization of what you’re doing brightening his eyes.

“If you’re gonna make me beg,” you sigh dreamily, wallowing in relief. “Then I guess you’ll just watch.” 

You feel the harsh bob of Wonwoo’s chest as he swallows, whispering a quiet “Fuck” while his hands busy with removing your underwear and for an unobstructed view.  

Once the last scrap of your clothing is gone, Wonwoo resumes his previous position, front and center to the mesmerizing display. His hands find the inside of your thighs, thumbs dipping down to spread you apart. Every ripple and curve privy to his gaze, and the way you clench around nothing clear as day.

Soft hums bubble in your throat, the sheets beneath you rubbing your skin raw as you squirm under your own hands. You can almost forget Wonwoo is there if it wasn’t for the harsh rise and falls of his chest against the back of your legs and the tickle of his bangs against your knee.

Sneaking a peek at the voyeur beneath you, the sight leaves you even more breathless. Wonwoo’s bruised lips part around labored breaths, his chest flush and shiny in the dull streetlights sneaking through the curtains. His glasses are askew but he doesn’t bother straightening them, eyes glued to the hand fucking your cunt, studying the way your fingers twist and curl. Following the path of his free arm, the vaguely familiar rhythm scratches your brain; but a hiss alerts you to the fact he’s touching himself too. When you clench again, more wetness dripping down the curve of your ass to ruin the sheets, Wonwoo licks his lips, pulling his eyes to your face, surprised to see he’s already being watched.

An indecipherable whine is all the permission Wonwoo needs before diving in. The bruising grip around your wrist threatens to cut off circulation but it doesn’t register when he flattens his tongue to lick from your entrance to your mound, the vibration of his rough groan against your clit forcing your legs shut. But Wonwoo hones in, repeating all the attention you’d demonstrated with precision.

It's shameful. The obscene way Wonwoo laps against you, taking every last drop for himself. Your hips cant against his face, almost forcing him off when he delivers a strong suck at the same time he stretches you around two of his fingers. Not to be deterred, Wonwoo wordlessly slugs an arm across your hips. 

Blood rushes through your ears, deafening the broken chant of his name fleeing your lips. The end hits you in the gut, riding Wonwoo’s tongue messily with a harsh grip in his hair to keep him there. To his credit, Wonwoo refuses to stop, the shake of your muscles revitalizing his efforts until the need to breath rips him away.

Dragging his mouth to your own, tasting the remnants of your arousal on his lips, you press a hand into his boxers only to find his soft length and a sticky mess. And then Wonwoo is the one begging.

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Black Dog Neighbour

Hi everyone ! Today, we’re answering a request made for my 6k followers event by @nobodyshomearchive : “hi hello lovely xxi have been hooked to your blog lately, and to say that is an understatement in all honesty. congratulations on 6k followers <33 so for your celebration can i get an enemies to lovers (ouh massive surprise 👀) with sirius black (preferably post azkaban but it's okay if you don't want to!) cause i'm literally so head over heels for that man. and i'm loving your something good series :) again, congrats and feel free to ignore the request if you don't feel like writing it/it doesn't hit your creative spot.

have a great day/night hun <;3”

Thank you so much for your request, and I hope you like this! I didn’t do post-azkaban Sirius, because he doesn’t exist in my brain. I have been in denial for so long, the Potters are living their best lives, didn’t you know?!

Anyway, still went for post-Hogwarts and post-war Sirius, simply didn’t include anything referencing to Azkaban or… anything canon compliant, to be fair. But as per usual for me when it comes to this character…

Hope you like this! Tell me what you think!

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Pairing: Sirius Black x reader

Warnings: A small warning for an ex being an arse and showing up drunk on your doorstep (there’s nothing violent, but you do physically push him away, so heads up on that, just in case). But the rest’s cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuute!!!

Summary: God, you hate that guy next door. Bloody annoying neighbour with his noisy motorcycle, his loud friends, his annoying laugh, his charming smile, his amazing hair, his effortless way to sport sexy leather jackets. He’s insufferable, you hate him to bits. The fact that he’s a talented wizard who can magically change into a dog to guard your door when your ex comes bothering you again will not change your first impression in the slightest, by the way. You still hate him to guts. Probably…

Word count: 4592

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Sirius fucking Black.

Your neighbour, aka worst enemy, aka the person you despise the most on earth.

He is loud. He is annoyingly pretty. He is getting on your fucking nerves... again!

Of course, it is Friday night, which means that his stupid friends are over for a “boys’ night”. What a scam…

In consequence, you are currently casting sound-proofing spells all over your walls in an attempt to shush their idiotic laughs. And especially Sirius’s; his unmistakable bark-like laughter, loud and boisterous and absolutely prone to draw a grin from your face even if you don’t mean to. By Agrippa’s hat, you will soon either cut his throat or call for an auror. Or maybe you could burst into his apartment and shout into his face just so he can see how bloody annoying that is. Or kissing him to shut him up sounds like a plan, too…

You shake your head, grinning at your own genius idea. Sirius and his friends are being rudely loud again, when you have already told them a thousand times – which is to say every Friday for the last six months, since Sirius moved in the apartment next to yours – that the walls in this old building of Diagon Alley are too thin, that you can hear everything going on in Sirius’s apartment despite sound-proofing spells… and that they need to keep it down past 11pm because you have work the next day. The absolute dread of working in retails does not, by any means, spare the Wizards and Witches of this world…

You look through your apartment for the object that would make the most noise. You give a few items a try, but settle for the good old pan and spoon. Ha, what precious allies these two are, never failing you.

You add a little spell to amplify sounds – just for good measure – find some earplugs, and then proceed to bang the shit out of that pan, right by your common wall with Sirius’s apartment.

It goes on for five full minutes before you manage to catch the quietened sound of something against your door…

And sure enough, when you stop and take your earplugs out, someone is banging at your door.

“Y/N!” a voice that you easily recognize shouts. “STOP THIS FUCKING NOISE!”

You open the door wide, and have to bend to the side to avoid Sirius’s fist as it misses the door.

“Merlin! Sorry! You’re okay? I didn’t touch you, right?” Sirius asks with anger instantly replaced with worry.

“I have amazing reflexes.”

And anger is back into his dark grey eyes again...

“What the fuck are you doing in there?! Are you mental?!”

“I don’t know, Sirius. I didn’t notice anything over the cacophony of your friends shouting into my ears all night!”

His jaw clenches, and you hate yourself for noticing the trembling of the muscle there, and finding it terribly attractive…

“And you had to make all this ruckus instead of simply walking three meters to my door and nicely ask us to shut our mouths because…?”

“Because I’ve asked you dozens of times, this has been going on for fucking months, Sirius!”

He rolls his eyes, and Merlin do you want to punch him straight across the jaw… his very sharp, very pretty jaw…

“We’re just having a nice evening…”

“And I am trying to sleep!”

“It’s barely midnight!”

“I work tomorrow, you asshole!”

“Ermm… guys?”

“WHAT?!” you both exclaim, turning to face a shy-looking Remus.

“Sorry about the noise, Y/N. We’ll be more careful next time. We’ll leave for the evening.”

“You don’t have to leave…” Sirius complains, but James is already walking out, helping a drunk Peter to cross the corridor.

“It’s late, anyway. Lily’s gonna worry, I was supposed to be home twenty minutes ago,” James argues, and Sirius has to yield.

“Alright, see you on Sunday, then!” he shoots his friends a grin, and the group waves at you.

You rudely ignore them, crossing your arms before your chest. And as Sirius turns back to you, his frown is icy and he quickly matches your stance.

“You’re such a pain in my ass, Y/N…”

“And you’re a jerk.”

“Asshole.”

“You’re insufferable, you know that?”

“You’re one to talk!”

“Oh, you talk plenty enough for both of us. And loudly so!”

Before he can reply, you’ve stepped back into your apartment and slammed the door.

You hear him pestering after you for a moment, then nothing, and finally a door slamming.

Well, that went well…

You are in trouble.

Big… huge trouble.

Your ex has just stepped into your shop, and you don’t know how to react.

You didn’t break up in a horrendous way, on the contrary! He wanted the two of you to remain friends, and you simply didn’t, worried that you wouldn’t be able to get over each other if you stayed in touch. And by the look he gave you as he stepped inside your shop ten minutes ago, and the many glances he’s thrown at you since, you’re pretty sure that you were right about this.

It's not like your relationship was terrible, by any means. Josh was nice, reliable, but also… not for you. You didn’t have much in common, at the end of the day, and if his personality and looks were nice, it was hard to build a lasting relationship on… nothing. It was for the best that you called it quits.

And as if your day needed any darkening, Sirius Black chooses this very moment to step into your shop. You don’t wait for him to aim for the counter to take out a large pouch in which you have gathered all the ingredients for his friend’s monthly brew. He smiles at the sight, moves towards you. And you hate yourself for the leap your heart makes as he comes closer.

“Hi, Y/N.”

“Hi.”

It’s the first time you speak to each other since the ‘spoon and pan incident’, and you both hesitate. How are you supposed to act now? Apologise for being petty and kind of a dick? Ask for his apology for being a dick? Act like nothing happened?

“Thanks for Remus’s stuff,” Sirius says, voice quieter than usual, gentle, asking for a truce.

Outside, it’s snowing, winter claiming the streets of London, and there are little snowflakes caught in Sirius’s hair. It looks lovely.

All of a sudden, you’re longing for some eggnog, and some pumpkin pie.

His fingers are cold when they meet yours, tips brushing over your knuckles as he picks up the bag, and you hate your own heart for stammering.

“No problem. You know the drill,” you tentatively smile, while Sirius hands you some silvery Sickles.

“I would also need pearl dust, please. Here’s the amount.”

He hands you a parchment with quantities written on it, four small packages to be prepared separately.

“How many hearts do you intend to break with so many love potions?” you joke, turning around to get to work.

The brass scale is set on a small table, pushed right against the wall, behind the counter. It is an easy task for a professional like you, measuring quickly while Sirius laughs.

“No one, thankfully,” he replied.

“Oh… some Amortentia, perhaps? Trying to figure out who your crush likes?”

“No… nothing like that. It’s the properties for invisibility that I’m looking for.”

“If you plan on breaking into Gringotts, I don’t want to know.”

Again, a loud laugh. And you wish you could hold back your smile, but you can’t, the sound is too infectious for that.

You’ve forgotten that your ex is here, you’re reminded of his presence only when you turn back towards Sirius and he’s standing right behind your tall neighbour, a bag of potion ingredients in his hands.

You avert your eyes, and Sirius frowns at the sight. He glances over his shoulder, spots your ex, but says nothing. You only notice how he tightens his hold on the pouch.

“Pearl dust’s quite expensive,” you tell him, handing him the phials, before announcing the price.

“That’s alright.”

He hands you the galleons, takes the vials, but doesn’t step away just yet.

“You… you’re okay?” he asks, and you’re not sure what to do with his expression. It’s somewhere between annoyance and genuine concern.

“Yeah, sure.”

He nods, like he’s disappointed. He’s not bringing up The Incident, and so you won’t either.

“Right, good day.”

He turns in a hurry, not waiting for your answer, but you notice the way he throws a look back before stepping out into the street, snow falling over his dark coat and dark hair again. You hate how your eyes linger on his frame until he’s out of sight, walking down the busy street, but you can’t help it…

“Hello, Y/N.”

You’re brought back to Earth as your ex speaks, and you turn to him, your smile turning from genuine to polite.

“Hi, Josh.”

“How are you?”

“Good! Do you need anything else?” you ask, pointing at the ingredients he’s put on the counter.

“Huh… no, nothing else.”

“That makes two Galleons, 5 Sickles and 3 Knuts, please.”

He hands you some money, and you hand him his change. You see him hesitating, before diving.

“Look, I… I came here hoping to see you.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, I… I’ve been meaning to tell you. I’ve been thinking a lot lately, about what happened, and… Look, I know I could have done better when it came to us. And I thought… perhaps… if you were willing to give me another chance…”

“Josh…”

“Just… hear me out...”

“No. I’m sorry, but no. We… we were not compatible, that’s all. I like you, you’re nice, but… It won’t work between us.”

Slowly, he nodded, apparently defeated. And when another client cleared their throat behind him, he finally left.

What a mess of a morning…

It is Friday night, and the Marauders are keeping it down. You are surprised by it, but you can only praise these men for being, for once, well-behaved. 11:30, as you slip under the covers, ready for some well-deserved rest before waking up too early to open the shop in the morning. You are ready to fall into Morpheus’s arms and abandon yourself to slumber when someone knocks on your door.

You ignore the sound for a while, but it starts again, and again…

And you thought Sirius was making some efforts. You were ready to commit murder…

You stand up, grab a bathrobe and walk to the door, ready to throw hands with Sirius at this point. Only… only, when you actually open the door, it’s not Sirius who’s facing your wrath.

It’s Josh.

“What… What are you doing here?” you ask, too stunned to think about being polite. “It’s almost midnight.”

But then he looks up at you, and you notice at once that he’s been drinking. His eyes are glimmering, he sways slightly before finding back his balance…

“Josh…”

“Y/N, I… I know that now is not the time, but… please, give me another chance. Please…”

“Josh, we’ve talked about this. Us… it’s over. We’re not getting back together. I’m sorry.”

“But I can try and be better. I’ll be better, let me show you.”

You push him off when he staggers forward, trying to hold you.

“Josh! Stop it!” you raise your voice, trying to get him to let go.

“Please…”

“I said no! Get off!”

He’s finally letting go, but doesn’t take a step back. Instead, he leans against your doorframe, not stepping inside, but making it impossible for you to simply go back in and close the door.

“Josh! Go away! I’m sorry, but this is over between us. You have to leave me alone!”

“But I don’t want to! Y/N!”

“Hey!”

You’re both distracted by the new voice that comes shouting through the corridor. Sirius is standing before his front door, wearing a Queen t-shirt and some dark sweatpants, in what you guess his is nightly outfit. Still, when he comes nearer, hair tied in a bun, glowering, he looks intimidating, tattoos all over his arms on full display, traces of ink peeking above the collar of his t-shirt.

You think for a second that he’s going to make a scene because of how noisy you are right now, not ironic at all given his habits of messing your sleeping schedule, and you’re ready to get angry at him, because this truly is the last thing you need tonight, when…

“You leave her the fuck alone!”

You’re too stunned to react when Sirius comes to stand right by your side.

“She told you to fuck off, so you fuck off!”

“Who the fuck are you?” Josh replied, words a little slurred.

“Her boyfriend,” Sirius lies, but it works wonders, as Josh becomes suddenly very pale. “Now, you fuck off, or I’ll throw you out of the building.”

“You? With him?” Josh asks as he turns to you, and you feel pity for the pain in his eyes, but you don’t regret leaving him.

“Yeah. He’s my boyfriend. Now, please, Josh… leave me alone.”

But he shakes his head.

“I can’t. I can’t. I still love you…”

Sirius looks at you, but you shake your head.

“You have to leave me alone and move on.”

“No… I… I’ll come back later…”

Sirius notices your worry, it almost looks like fear, and he doesn’t hesitate when he grabs Josh by the collar.

“You listen to me now, dickhead,” Sirius growls, it’s almost animalistic, and you’re frozen by this threatening tone of his. “If you set a foot in this building again, if you go see her at her shop, if you so much as breathe in her direction or step in the street she’s in, I will come for you, and I will make sure you can never bother her again. Do you get that?”

“You’re bluffing.”

Sirius grins, something twisted and terribly dark, and even you shiver when he speaks again, voice low and terrible.

“I fought for the Order during the war. I’m a Black. Trust me, you don’t want to fuck with me.”

Slowly, Josh nods, struggling to swallow.

“So… will you leave her alone?”

Again, Josh nods.

“Good boy. Now get the fuck out of here.”

He’s barely released Josh that he’s sprinting down the stairs, stumbling and catching himself against the wall, before disappearing.

But you don’t see that. You’re staring at Sirius, and seem unable to look away.

“You’re alright?”

You’re startled by the softness Sirius’s voice is now wearing, such a stark contrast with the threatening tone he wore a minute ago.

“Y/N? You’re okay? He didn’t hurt you, right?”

“What? No… no, I’m fine! He just… showed up and I couldn’t get rid of him.”

“Yeah, I figured.”

“Thank you,” you whisper as he gets closer.

“You’re sure you’re alright?”

“Yeah, just… a little shaken, I think.”

Slowly, Sirius nods.

“Hey, no need to worry, okay? I’ll keep an eye out tonight. He won’t bother you again. And if he does, in the coming days or weeks, and I’m not around, then you come and tell me. I’ll give him a good fright, and he’ll leave you alone.”

“Thanks but… why would you do that for me? You hate me.”

Sirius chuckles at that, raising an eyebrow.

“I don’t hate you. You’re annoying, but I don’t hate you.”

“Oh…”

His touch is infinitely gentle when he rests his hand on your arm.

“You can go back to sleep. Don’t worry, he won’t bother you again tonight. I promise.”

Slowly, you nod, a little too stunned to complain or argue or discuss what has just happened. Instead, you walk back to your apartment, lock the door, and go back to bed, thinking about the way Sirius’s hands looked gentle without his rings…

You’re in a hurry this morning. Your brain has not finished to process everything that has happened last night, but this will have to wait. You must rush to the shop, and you can’t find your bloody wand…

Ha! There! What is it doing under the couch? Never mind, you need to hurry, and you need to hurry now!

Only, when you open the front door, you almost trip onto a large black door sleeping on your threshold. A huge black dog, as a matter of fact.

“What in Merlin’s beard…?!”

His ears perk up at the sound of your voice, and he looks up at you with dark grey eyes that remind you of someone…

But it’s impossible, of course. That must be his dog, though. Since when does Sirius has a dog though?!

The animal slowly stands, a real giant, all dark fur and intimidating growls, until he’s shaken some sleep off its frame, and then he looks up at you, as if expecting a command.

“Hi,” you say, feeling foolish, but finding nothing better to say.

The dog merely comes closer, slowly, ears down in submission, as if he’s worried to scare you away. You hold out your hand, and he hurries to rub his snout into it, licking your fingers.

You giggle at the sensation.

“You look intimidating, but you’re a good boy, aren’t you?”

He barks in agreement, and you give him scratches as a reward.

“Who do you belong to, huh? Are you Sirius’s dog?”

The dog merely licks your fingers again.

“You look the part, at least. You fit the motorcycle-and-leather-jackets aesthetic.”

A few scratches more, and you finally remember that you are running late…

“Shoot!”

You lock the door, hurry towards the stairs. But you stop the dog when he tries to follow.

“No, no, no! I’m going to work, you stay here. I’m sure Sirius will be back soon. You stay here.”

The dog blinks, but sits anyway, letting you go.

For the whole trip to the store, you wonder who this dog belongs to, and who would let him sleep outside like this. If he really did belong to Sirius, he would hear about this…

Your day is a weird one.

After arriving almost late, but not quite, you spend your morning being busy and running around the store looking for the right ingredients for various potions and clients. And yet, several times during your shift, you feel someone looking at you.

The first time, it’s Sirius, who’s squinting on the other side of the glass door. He looks away the second your eyes land on him, and you’re almost certain that he blushes, although you didn’t think it to be possible to make Sirius Black blush.

The second time, it’s the black dog again, who remains sitting by the door under the falling snow for about ten minutes before leaving.

The third time, it’s the dog again, you see him being petted by a customer as she walks out of the shop.

But if the dog belongs to Sirius, then you guess that he’s been around several times throughout the day, which seems odd. Also, you want to chastise him for leaving the animal alone in the cold for extended periods of time throughout the day. Is he heartless?!

So, as you go home that night, you leave your coat in your apartment before heading to Sirius’s.

He answers on the second knock.

“Oh! Hi, Y/N!” he grins a welcome at you. “Need anything?”

“Yeah… I wanted to talk to you, if you have a minute.”

He merely nods, moving to let you inside.

You’ve been here a couple of times before, but you still appreciate the warm atmosphere of the large space that forms his living room. A huge Gryffindor flag is hung across the wall on the right, while windows let you see falling snow over the roofs of Diagon Alley on the opposite side of the room. A large chimney surrounded by comfortable armchairs and sofas, along with a soft red carpet seem to call for you.

“So? What can I do for you, Y/N?”

You turn to him again while he points at the sofa, silently inviting you to sit, but you remain standing. You cross your arms, and he frowns at the sight.

“Where’s your dog?”

Your tone is sharper now, and his frown only deepens, brows knitted together.

“My what?”

“Your dog. Huge. Black. Looks like he could bite my throat off.”

“I don’t have a dog.”

“Really? He’s been following me around all day. He was on my threshold this morning…”

“…Y/N…” he tries to interrupt you, but you don’t let him.

“No! Listen… Thank you for what you did last night. I was really… Thank you. Josh wouldn’t leave and you were most definitely helpful. But let’s be clear, I’m a big girl, and I can take care of myself! I don’t need your protection or anything, got it?”

You wonder why he’s smiling now, but he is all the same.

“Got it. Was just trying to be helpful.”

“You were.”

“Good.”

“Good. But your good action doesn’t mean that I’m going to accept any harm coming to this cute dog of yours!”

“I thought he wanted to bite your throat off.”

“He looked like he could. He was pretty sweet, though.”

“Hmmm…”

“Anyway… what’s wrong with you!? Leaving him outside all night and then in the street while it was snowing!?”

“Y/N, relax. I don’t have a dog, let me explain.”

“Then whose dog is it? Cause we have to find his owner, I’m going to throw hands!”

Sirius laughs, his usual, bark-like laugh, and your puzzled by the sound. It resembles a bark even more than usual.

Sirius heaves a sigh, shakes his head, apparently hesitating, but eventually, he takes a step closer.

“You have to promise me that you won’t tell anyone about this.”

“Why?”

“Because if you do, I might be arrested.”

Your eyes grow round.

Oh dear… the…

“…Potion. The potion! You’ve done something illegal with it!”

Sirius laughs again.

“The pearl dust you mean? It’s just a trick for my godson, for Christmas. How do you think the presents get under the tree without anyone carrying them in? The fellow is a rascal, standing watch all night to catch Santa red-handed. We need to get more and more creative each year. No, don’t worry, it’s nothing like that.”

“Oh… but then… what are you talking about?”

“Do you promise that you won’t tell?”

“Have you killed someone?”

“Of course not!”

“I don’t know, you were pretty… scary last night.”

“Did I scare you?”

“No… but Josh was ready to faint.”

He laughs again at that.

“I haven’t harmed anyone.”

“Okay… then, I promise.”

Sirius hesitates some more, before warning you not to freak out. You don’t have time to question him though, he’s already transforming into…

“… the black dog!”

You gasp at the sight, but you don’t back away when Sirius approaches under his animagus form. Instead, you reach out for him, giving him a few scratches between his ears, making him wiggle his tail happily.

“Oh wow… you’re an animagus! This is beautiful…”

He laughs as he changes back into human, the sound still somewhere close to a growl.

“Am I a good boy, then?” he teases, making you laugh. “No need to call for the animal welfare…”

“But… what were you doing around the shop today? And last night? Did you sleep on the porch?”

Sirius averts his eyes, and you have to double-check, but you’re certain that he is blushing right now.

“Ha, that… I didn’t mean to look like a creep or anything. But I… I was worried your ex would come back. Just wanted to check on you, ‘s all. I didn’t follow you around or anything! I just… went to check that you were alright at the shop a few times.”

“Why?”

He looks up at you with a slight frown, as if it is obvious, as if you’re stupid for not guessing.

“Because… I was worried about you.”

“About me?”

“Is it so surprising?”

“You hate me.”

“Again, I don’t hate you. You’re simply annoying the shit out of me. I like it, actually.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh.”

You blink, trying to make sense of all this, and Sirius looks at you with amusement.

“Is that why you were quiet last night? To not bother me?”

“Oh, the boys weren’t here. Busy week. We’ll be back at being insufferable next Friday.”

You roll your eyes at that, but Sirius laughs.

“I’m joking! I understand, okay? We’re too loud. We’ll keep it down from now on.”

“Right, okay…”

He bit his lip, ran a hand through his hair, in what you guess is shyness. God, you would have never thought to use this adjective to describe him. His rings catch the warm light of the fire burning in the hearth as he moves his fingers through his hair.

“Look, I… I’m sorry for the other night. Actually… for all the other nights. We’ll be more careful next time,” he says, and you raise an eyebrow in surprise.

You never thought you would hear an apology from him, even less so an earnest one, and yet…

“Thank you, Sirius. I’m sorry, too. It was petty and uncalled for.”

“No, you… you were right.”

He heaves a frustrated sigh, runs a hand through his long dark curls again, rebel strands falling before his eyes. You hold tightly onto the sleeve of your hoodie, refraining the sudden urge to push the curls away from his face, brush them behind his ear…

“Look, I… I don’t want us to be on bad terms,” Sirius goes on. “Could I make up for being a dickhead by buying you some fancy Christmas drink? My treat. As a token of good faith and a sign for peace in our building?”

He offers you his open palm, and you shake hands with a smile adorning both of your faces.

“Deal.”

“Any afternoon free this week?”

“Wednesday?”

“Then, I’ll buy you the fanciest cocoa I can find. And even some pumpkin pie, if you’re nice.”

“Sounds good.”

You’re reluctant to pull away but have to let go of his hand.

“Actually… scratch that,” Sirius shakes his head. “Would you go on a date with me?”

Your eyes grow round.

“A date? With you?”

“Yeah. On Wednesday?”

“But… with you?”

“Don’t act so surprised. You really think I play bodyguard for just anybody?”

You laugh at that, you can’t help it, even if you’re still quite stunned by the whole situation.

You weight your options, but then you look at him again, and the answer you want to give is obvious, even if he gets on your nerves all the bloody time…

“Okay. A date. On Wednesday.”

He grins, bright and infectious.

“Great! Awesome!”

“Great.”

“Great.”

You remain staring at each other for a moment, both of you trying to hide your excitement, until you finally clear your throat.

“I should…” you begin, pointing at the door.

“Sure… busy day?”

“You can’t imagine.”

“Hmm…”

You hurry towards the door, feeling overwhelmed by his nearness.

“See you on Wednesday then!” he calls after you as you reach for your own door.

“Sure! But it better be the best hot chocolate I’ve drunk, or I’ll ask for a refund!”

He laughs, and when you turn one last time towards him, Sirius is leaning against his doorframe, staring at you with a grin on his lips and mischief painted all over his features. He winks, and your heart skips several beats.

“Oh, don’t worry. You won’t regret this.”

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[nerdieforpedro]

Filthy Hooligans

Lucian Flores x female reader

This fanfiction and my entire blog is 18+ MDNI

Main Masterlist / Lucian Flores Masterlist

Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: Showing up at Lucian's place at 3 am only means one thing. You both know it.

Warnings: Reader (nickname is cupcake) and Lucian are filthy, moisture, smoking, teasing, reference to public sex, exhibitionist behavior, fingering, 2 ass slaps (I think), unprotected P in V (wrap it people!), finger sucking

Notes: I came home from work last night. Fully intended to work on like 4 other WIPs I have. Fell asleep in my chair after eating something in my scrubs, woke up at 3 am. Wrote this, sent it to @musings-of-a-rose to read to over. And here were are. I hope I got the scuzz right. 👀

“I didn’t realize you were full of such bullshit Flores.”

“You’re not going to take that tone with me. I’m telling you not to come here anymore.”

“Is that why you opened the door for me, because I shouldn’t come here anymore?”

It’s your damn mouth. You always have something to say, you can never just accept an answer. Always questioning, always saying something. He needs you to understand that he isn’t saying this because he wants to. Any man in their right mind would enjoy a visit from you at 3 a.m. in nothing but a crimson silk nightgown, black kitten heels and that long black peacoat he remembered buying for you even though you said it was too much. Things are a little too heated right now, he needs to lay low and not have people coming to and from except family, which you care clearly not. Everything about you is loud, which he enjoys. Immensely, finds it entertaining, but not now. 

“I opened the door because I can’t have you causing a scene in my building. I don’t need this shit right now.” Flores is barefoot and pacing. The door man knows you downstairs, he’s one of his people who knows you visit usually at night several times a week. He shouldn’t have let you in, Lucian doesn't remember off hand if he told him or not. He needs to follow up on that later. 

He always has a slight sheen to him, no matter if it’s cold or warm or he’s actually inside. Hair lightly damp around the edges but still curly on top. His small soft belly jiggles over the top of his gray sweatpants he normally sleeps in. A hand at his temple, massaging it, while his other one holds his cigarette, half ash and falling onto the floor. He’s aware that this isn’t his usual calm, collected and suave self. 

“Seems like you need my mouth after all Lucian.” You’re starting your game. Calling his name like that, kicking off your heels, running your cool hands across his heated back. It feels too good. He stops pacing for a moment. “Lu, please. I’ll take care of you and then go.” The idea floats in his mind. To let you do it, have that hot moist mouth of yours, he can lay his head against the back of his couch and not worry about anything while you work. Kissing, sucking, licking, smearing, worshiping at the altar he has between his legs. “Lu-cian~ Lu baby…” Your voice is deepening raspy, lips on the back of his neck, fingers tracing the gold chain that has become his signature over the years. Once he feels your tongue where his hairline starts, he turns to grab your wrists, not too hard, but so you’ll stop. 

“You damn siren! Just fucking listen. You. Need. To. Go. Do not come back until I call for you. I mean it cupcake.” Releasing you he curses. This is not what he needs right not, to be worrying about you. Flores needs to be focused on a plan to get out of the mess, find where the leak is. One of the boys messed up, he needed to know which one. He expects to hear you storm out, welcomes it because then he can focus. 

“Lucy~” Dammit, he hates when you call him that. It pisses him off, you know it does. He can’t engage. He’ll fall for the trick you’re trying to pull on him. Sticking his cigarette in the ashtray on the coffee table, he goes over to his kitchen and gets a drink of water, gulping it down. Trickles of it slide down his neck, he knows it’s hitting the vein you like to nibble and suck on when you ride him. He’s been half-swollen since you banged on his door. He knew what you came here for, the same thing you’d been coming for the last three months. Lucian doesn’t expect your next move though, to have your silk, up around your waist, you on your knees facing the back of the couch and opening yourself for him. “Lucian, fill me once. Once and I’ll go.” His hands hold tight onto the sides of his marble kitchen island. Watching you. You’re just as bad as he is. 

The two of you have been like this since the Burger King parking lot in your car. You’d pulled him in, got on top of him, rode him, told him you liked his gold chain and used a marker you found in your glove box to write your number on his arm. Well you tried to, he was too sweaty once you two finished so that was a good laugh. There was a speed warning ticket that you tore in half and you both exchanged numbers. You were sure your phone was somewhere in your car. He was going to meet his guys to check in and see how collections were going, you said you were going to pick your mother up and take her to the grocery store. Filth to match his grime. Different locations, indoors and outdoors. At times, ripped and stained clothing was all you two parted with. His sweat on your body, lipstick on his chest and neck. Sometimes he wouldn’t wipe it off before he went to his next stop, showing off what he’d been up to.

Flores took his time in walking over to you, watching you wiggle your ass for him. When he was behind you, he spread your thighs wider and inserted two fingers in your dripping cunt, curling them to have you call his name louder. “They slid right the hell in didn’t they? Only been two days since I was last in this pussy. You already want it filled again, don’t you cupcake?” You look over your shoulder and whine, he uses his free hands to swat your ass. 

“Hell yes Lucian. I want to leave dripping again.” You grind on his fingers, making him start to pump into you slowly. “Give me your thick cock and stain me again.” A single kiss to the back of your neck is all that Lucian gives you before removing his fingers and replacing them with his cock. He feels you spread, groaning from finally having what you want. His hands take hold of your hips but doesn’t move yet.

“I mean it cupcake. You don’t show up here again without me calling you.” He feels you pushing your hips back and he pinches your hips making you yelp. “Do. You. Understand. Me?” His grip starts to loosen and you feel him pulling out of you.

“Yes! Yes Lucian I understand. Damn. I won’t be here unless you call.” Said almost too quickly to understand, Flores chuckles before making his hips flush with yours, bottoming out within you.

“You’ll only listen with my cock inside of you, it figures, cupcake.” The growl Lucian releases as his pace quickens, has your thighs dripping with your slick and his pre-cum. You’re slumped over the back of the couch, writhing your hips in tune with his. Flores has an idea and takes your elbows in his hands instead of your hips, pounding that much harder into you. 

“I’ll listen to whatever you say with this cock of your Lucian,” Your head hands toward your chest, your moans are turning into squeals. He muttered soft curses in between his grunts, releasing one of your arms, placing his hand on your chest, then sliding it up to your neck. 

“Will you now? My dirty cupcake, suck my fingers. Maybe I jerked off before you got here.” He commanded. His palm was now on your chin as he inserted three fingers in your mouth, pressing down on your tongue. He felt your walls starting to quiver and knew with his throbs he wasn’t too far off either. With several haphazard thrusts, Lucian gave you your filling as requested. It warmed you from the inside, churned inside of you. The loss was felt when he pulled out this time, removing his fingers from your mouth and pulling his sweatpants back up. He saw you close your legs and stagger when standing up, he debated helping you, assisting you with your shoes, but not your coat. Before you closed it, trickles of his come were visible on your thighs. He smirked. 

You wobbled a bit but found your footing on the way to the door. “Don’t wait too long to call Flores. I may have to get some other filling if you’re going to holed up here.” The way you smiled told him that you actually would seek out a replacement for him. The corners of his mouth turned downward.

“You see if they’ll make you wobble like that. I doubt they will cupcake. You’ll be missing this dick. If you don’t answer, there’s plenty of pussy out here.” Lucian took his pack out of his pocket and lighter, firing up another cigarette. The small flame glowed against the visible sheen of his skin and his gold chain that you’ve never seen him without. His lips around the stick making a small ‘o’ as he inhaled, holding it in before his released the smoke from his nostrils, tilting his chin up.

“I’ll probably have to try a few before I find another good fit. And I don’t know what other woman you’d be able to find that can get wet enough to handle you. See you Lu~” He watched you walk out the door and down the hallway to the elevator. You blew him a kiss and he nodded before stepping back into his apartment and plopping down on the couch. He took a long drag of his cigarette and sighed, exhaling the smoke again. He’d need to figure out the leak sooner rather than later, he’s not willing to have blue balls over this shit.

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[yanfeisty]

Hiiii people!!! I don’t know how to start this but happy (late) new year! Since my last post, I feel more confortable with this app again. And I want to shout out a small thanks the people who support me and interacted with the post 🫶.

I wish to continue fics again since I gained back an interest for Genshin (Though I’m not updated on the story, I started the Fontain quest but didn’t finish). However, I’m really busy right now, I may find free time but can’t assure you that I’ll upload soon (I just wanted to talk to you guys again <3). Plus, I didn’t plan on what I want to do next. I wish to do other things than sagau/creator fic, while it’s not something that I abandon it probably won’t be the main concept of my blog anymore, I just need to find specific ideas to want to write about. Happy news is that with Genshin, I want to write for Honkai Star Rail too! (Which I also need to be updated on the story-).

It’s a short update, but I’m glad to upload it. Thanks for still following me! I hope you kind of missed me 👉👈. And also happy welcome to the followers who came after my hiatus. Hopefully, I’ll find the time and ideas to continue writing, until then have a great day and night!

[theinfinitemoo]

Hello :D! I was wondering if i could make a req of Scarian Professor/Student AU!

The both work in the same University but Grian is the main professor in architectural structures (making buildings so that they won't collapse so theres whole lotta math) and is constantly tired. Scar could be an undergrad who has the biggest crush on the guy and really wants to help him so he becomes a student assistant.

This could play out as Scar is newly recruited or as someone who has been under Grian for a year and something and his attempts are getting a bit desperate, hehe.

Good luck on your blog guys! <3

The following was written by moo 🐮

Scar had been working under Grian in the university ever since he graduated 2 years ago. In the 5 years Scar had known him he had picked up on a number of particular quirks that the blond man displayed. For example, when Grian felt particularly passionate or excited about something he would rock from his heels to his toes or when he laughed his eyes wrinkled at the corners. All the things scar loved about him.

Unfortunately Scar had also noticed that Grian often displayed a complete lack of care for his own wellbeing. The large eyebags were a token of the countless sleepless nights Scar knew the blonde had endured and while he tried to smile for the students the frequent yawns and tired sighs did not escape the brunette's notice.

Ever since Scar began to notice these worrying signs in his overworked boss he had made it his mission to help the man. It started small, bringing him a cup of coffee each morning, taking on a little of his marking work etc. Soon however, Scar realised more drastic measures needed to be taken.

It was 8 o’clock in the evening and Scar was just about to go home when he noticed a light on in Grian’s office. Curious about why the man was still at work and conscious that this might be his chance to finally ask him out on a date he popped his head round the door “Hi Grian” he said brightly. Grian didn’t move. He was sitting at his desk, back to the door with his head resting on his hands. Scar moved further into the room “Grian?”. He placed a hand on the back of the sleeping man’s head and nudged him.

“AGH” Grian's head snapped up as Scar nearly fell out of his wheelchair. “SORRY SORRY I DIDN’T KNOW YOU WERE ASLEEP… why were you asleep?” His brown eyes narrowed at the last part. “I.. um.. I don’t know I was looking over these equations and I just dropped off” the blond answered looking slightly guilty. “Well you can finish it tomorrow, come on I’m taking you home, you look terrible” Scar said looking at him. Grian huffed “Thanks Scar really makes me feel good about myself” he muttered grumpily. Scar rolled his eyes in sarcastically “Don’t be silly you’re the best looking guy I know” he answered avoiding Grians eye. Grian flushed pink but didn’t say anything.

They both made their way down to the car park, Scar whistling cheerfully and Grian walking beside him. Once they got to the car park Grian made his way over to his own car before Scar stopped him “Nope, you should never drive when you’re tired, honestly Grian I thought you were smart”. Grian rolled his eyes “Alright, how do you propose I get home?” The brunette smiled at him cheerfully “You can come with me” Grian was too tired to argue.

The drive home was relatively uneventful. Scar put on his disney playlist and Grian sat quietly in the passenger seat as the brunette sang along. Upon arriving at the blonds house Scar realised that the exhausted man had fallen asleep. The younger quietly reached for the sleeping man's satchel. Its owner shifted but did not wake up. After ruffling through the overstuffed bag for a few moments Scar found his keys. He silently climbed out of his car (In my mind he's using a stick or crutches of some kind) and opened Grian’s front door. He then returned back to the car in order to work out how he was going to get the blond inside. He decided that the best thing to was just to wake him up, after all it would look awfully suspicious if Grian’s neighbours looked out to see a man dragging his seemingly lifeless body out of a car. Gently he pushed Grian’s shoulder. The sleeping man jolted but thankfully didn’t scream. “We’re here” Scar said, careful to keep his voice at a reasonable volume. Grian rubbed his eyes and looked apologetic “Sorry” he murmured sleepily “I just nodded off”. Scar smiled “and that’s why I didn’t let you drive home” he said grinning. The blond managed a small smile.

After getting inside Grian made his way over to the kitchen “Do you want a drink or anything?” he asked, stifling a yawn. Unfortunately the yawn wasn’t missed by Scar, “Don’t you worry about that lets just get you into bed” Grian smiled again sleepily “Thanks buddy”. “ My pleasure” the brunette answered, turning away to hide the slight blush that had crept across his face.

As Grian made his way down the hall to his bedroom, Scar looked around the messy kitchen and frowned. Grian obviously was neglecting household chores as well as his well-being.

Around an hour later Scar had finished the kitchen, the dishwasher had been set off and the brunette was just making a cup of tea when he remembered Grian. As quietly as possible the brunette wheeled along the corridor peering into different rooms trying to find the bedroom. Eventually he located it, 3 doors down from the kitchen, and he peeped inside. Grian was passed out fully clothed on the bed, glasses and one shoe still on. Scar smiled at the sleeping man as he moved forward to gently remove the glasses, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to get the shoe off without waking it’s wearer. The sleeping man huffed slightly and rolled onto his side narrowly missing Scars knee with the shoeless foot. With a sigh of relief Scar placed the glasses on Grian’s side table and made his way out of the room. He went back to the kitchen and made a cup of tea. Before going and sitting in the lounge.

He had only meant to finish his tea and then go home but clearly he was more tired than he’d noticed because the next thing he knew his eyes were fluttering open in broad daylight and a small blonde head was floating above him. “Good morning Scar”. The brunette sat up and rubbed his eyes “Good morning” he said with a yawn. Grian smirked and plopped down on the sofa beside him, at some point he’d changed into a pair of joggers and a red t-shirt with a picture of a cat on it. “Do you want me to grab you a t-shirt or something to put on?” The blonde asked. Scar looked down at himself “That sounds like a good idea actually”. Grian left and Scar pulled himself up on the chair a bit as he waited. In a few moments, Grian returned with a large orange t-shirt with a picture of a superhero on it and ‘hot guy’ written on the back in a large cyan font. The brunette looked up at the blonde quizzically, “don’t ask” the blue eyed man said flushing slightly. Scar began to unbutton his shirt and pulled the t-shirt over his head. “So.. do you want to watch a movie or something?” Grian asked rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. Scar smirked “is that what you say to every man you find asleep on your sofa?” The blonde blushed again but grinned “Only the good looking ones”. This time it was Scars turn to blush and Grian grinned again before sitting down next to him.

In 10 minutes they’d chosen a movie, Hercules, and were sitting on the sofa watching. About 20 minutes later Grian had fallen asleep again, Scars eyes felt heavy and before he knew it he was asleep again. Scar woke a few hours later to soft breathing next to him. He turned his head slightly and his heart skipped a beat as he realised he was practically on top of a sleeping Grian. He attempted to move away but as he did the smaller man wrapped his arms around his chest and pulled him back. Grians voice was slightly muffled “Don’t move I’m comfy”. Scar froze and then slowly lay back down “alright”.

A few moments passed with Scars heart pounding in his chest but it was now or never. “Hey Grian” he said tentatively, “mhm?” Came the sleepy response. “Are you free next Friday night?”. Scar felt the blond go ridgid and his heart plumpeted, he had ruined everything. The no longer sleepy man sat up, and Scar couldn’t bear to meet his eyes. “Scar…” Grian asked, his voice unreadable “Did you just ask me on a date?”. “Yes- no- maybe..” Scar said frantically. “Well it took you long enough” the blonde huffed lying back down “what time?”. Scar sighed in relief “Whenever you want” he said resting his head in Grians neck.

[popironrye]

🐥☁️🎀🧸 (just on anon cause I don’t really have a main blog (I do roleplay) and didn’t want to make you uncomfy with that just cause I love reading your stuff! Haha)

Oh, no need to worry! There's not much that will make my uncomfy, I promise. 😊 I like roleplay too. But WOW! Thank you so much! 🥰That means so much to me! ❤️

Since this is technically a self ship post, I'll do Erin and Dwayne (The Lost Boys) since the last question one was with them, but I would love to info dump about any of my ocs, fcs, or sonas if you're interested. 💞 🐥 - how are mornings for you guys? are you groggy and grumpy when you first wake up?

While she may get a little groggy, Erin is a pretty chill person first thing in the morning. Just kinda going about her normal routines. Dwayne is much more on the grumpy side. I imagine as a vampire it's not so much any feeling of tiredness, rather than immense hunger first thing. Like he and the boys need to take at least one person off the town census before they're ready for a night of fun.

☁️ - whats your nighttime routine? is it easy for you guys to fall asleep or does it take awhile? do you have anything you do before bed, like reading or journaling?

It doesn't take too long for Erin to sleep, especially if she's had a hard day. Stomach sleeper all the way, only a couple minutes after hitting the sheets and she's out for the night. Sometimes she has to toss and turn a few times, but usually once she's asleep she'll sleep all night. Dwayne's sleep schedule is like a tight switch. He follows the time of the sunrise to a t and once he's set on it, he's out and he's a very heavy sleeper.

🎀- do you two enjoy dressing up? or would you rather stick with comfier clothes? what are you guy’s favorite outfits?

Erin LOVES dressing up, at least to the best of her abilities. She loves feeling cute with minimal makeup, spinney skirts or dresses, high heels, and all sorts of accessories. She doesn't get the chance to dress up often, so when she does it's all or nothing. Dwayne on the other hand is comfort over style every time. Although there was a time Erin convinced him to wear a white button down with suspenders and black slacks, and the look on her blushing face was worth every moment of it.

🧸 - do either of you have any stuffed animals? how does the other feel about them?

Erin has a few stuffed animals. Mostly cat ones, a couple dogs, a bat cushion, and a purple unicorn from when she was a small child, but her favorites are the sea based ones she has including a giant puffer fish and an octopus. She doesn't sleep with the animals, instead they're on display in a book case where Erin keeps other knick knacks like figurines and desk ornaments. Dwayne doesn't mind them and in fact when Erin gets one to show him, she'll light up in excitement and hug them which he finds very cute. While they're mostly decorative, they're a comfort to Erin, and Dwayne wouldn't risk them getting ruined even a little bit.

I have SO MANY ocs it's actually crazy, and like 99% of ocxcanon ships. I am open to any and all questions for any of them. I'm afraid to talk about them without people asking cause I don't want to annoy anyone, but if there is a specific one you wanna know about, LET ME KNOW. pls :3

[nebulous-library]

Nebulous-Library Masterlist ✨

MY AO3 - All of my works are posted ONLY either here (on my main blog in some cases) or on my AO3 account. Nowhere else has permission to post or use them. Do not feed my work to robots. I can’t enforce that, I know, but like, I work really hard on this stuff and it would make me sad.

This masterlist is organized in two parts: 

Things that have the utmost brainrot at the current point in time.

Everything else, organized alphabetically by series.

Read more below!

Relatively current obsessions -

TOKYO REVENGERS

Hajime Kokonoi (Koko)

Better Together (Koko x Reader x Inupi)

my thoughts will echo your name until i see you again (NSFW - dark content, not porn)

Seishu Inui (Inupi)

Better Together (Koko x Reader x Inupi)

Misc. headcanons, musings, imagines

little acts of intimacy - how they like to be touched (misc. characters)

what their kisses are like (misc. characters)

what they sound like when they cum (misc. characters)

how they fall in love (misc. characters)

Baji with a crush (HC)

SPIDER-VERSE -

Lyla 

the one where lyla gets a physical body (HCs)

UPCOMING - Untitled work (Hologran!Lyla x Reader)

Miguel O’Hara

UPCOMING - Untitled work (Dr. Olivia Octavius x Reader, Miguel O’Hara x Reader)

Dr. Olivia Octavius 

UPCOMING - Untitled work (Dr. Olivia Octavius x Reader, Miguel O’Hara x Reader)

Peter B. Parker x Bagel (feat. Reader)

Fifty Shades of Grain (NSFW) - Peter's love of carbs goes a little too far when he finds himself alone in his apartment one morning, fantasizing about his cute neighbor and not having anything better to satisfy his cravings than the bagel from the coffee shop. Whilst getting jiggy with this bagel, Peter manages to find himself in a little bit of a predicament only said neighbor can help him get out of.

BUNGO STRAY DOGS

Chuuya Nakahara

wine & dine (NSFW) - When your plans for Chuuya’s birthday go awry, he keeps himself busy with a nice bottle of wine. However, when you arrive later that evening, you find that the wine has caused certain complications for Chuuya. No matter — he’s going to have a birthday feast one way or another.

wine & dine - the bonus chapter (NSFW) - The unplanned follow-up in which Chuuya finally gets to smash

Sigma

mile high club (NSFW) - Sigma didn’t think his first sexual encounter would be with his assistant manager at the Sky Casino. But things don’t always go as planned, do they?

Everything else, alphabetical by source material

AVATAR: THE LAST ARIBENDER -

Zuko 

Like a Moth to the Flame (NSFW) - You are with the Gaang at Zuko's family's abandoned vacation home on Ember Island. Sozin's Comet is due to return in three days' time. The entire squad is stressed, especially Zuko. You approach him that evening in an attempt to help him alleviate some of his tension.

DEMON SLAYER -

Headcanons, musings, imagines

Being romantically/sexually involved with Kagaya Ubayashiki [part 1] - [part 2] - [part 3]

Douma + breeding kink, kind of (HC)

Eggplant HCs [part 1] -  [part 2]

DRAGON PRINCE -

Araavos 

Milky Way (NSFW) - Whilst sneaking about where you shouldn't, you discovered the mirror from Viren's study down in an empty dungeon chamber. As captivating as such a relic as the mirror was, it was nowhere near as captivating as that which you saw in the glass.

Runaan 

Bound (NSFW) - You didn't mean to start semi-regularly having sex with the leader of one of the most notorious moonshadow elf assassin groups. But it happened, and now after having not seen him in months, he is being held captive in essentially the basement of your place of employment. You decide to pay him a friendly visit.

A Nocturnal Affair (NSFW) -  Night has fallen in Katolis, and what a beautiful night it is. Beautiful, but lonesome. Your chambers at the palace were lovely, but so very empty. Perhaps a sneaky late-night visit from a certain lover of yours can do something about that.

Xadian Nights - Your relationship with Runaan has come to the point where you can no longer stand the sneaking around and the secrecy. Neither of you wants this to be all it is for the rest of your life. After what had started as wistful daydreaming of what your lives might be like under other circumstances, you decide you're going to do it. You are going to flee to Xadia. With Runaan by your side, you venture off on a life-changing journey. [prologue] -  [chapter 1] - [chapter 2] - [chapter 3]

HAIKYUU -

Oikawa Tooru 

The “Oikawa Has A Bedroom Full Of Mirror, Particularly On The Ceiling, And 100% Gets Off On His Own Reflection” saga (NSFW, drabbles/HCs) - [drabble 1] - [drabble 2] - [HC 1] - [HC 2] - [bonus]

Oikawa has both a praise kink AND a degradation kink (NSFW, HCs)

JUJUTSU KAISEN -

Kokichi Muta

Bringing him presents (HC)

Developing a relationship with him (drabble)

Going on dates with him if/when his body gets restored (drabbles) - [part 1] - [part 2]

Suguru Geto

Character Analysis Hours - [part 1] - [part 2]

High school Suguru + his piercings (HC)

Subby Suguru thoughts 

Misc. poly w/ SatoSugu thoughts [part 1] - [part 2]

Satoru Gojo

His sense of humor (HC)

Misc. poly w/ SatoSugu thoughts [part 1] - [part 2]

Kento Nanami

What flirting with him is like (HC)

Mahito

Learning how to speak like a person (HC)

SK8 THE INFINITY - 

Kaoru Sakurayashiki (Cherry Blossom)

what they’re like in bed (part 1)

Cherry/Joe/Adam cockblocking each other

Kojiro Nanjo (Joe)

what they’re like in bed (part 1)

Miscellaneous HCs (NSFW)

Cherry/Joe/Adam cockblocking each other

Ainosuke Shindo (Adam)

Adam’s shotgunning kink (NSFW, imagine)

what they’re like in bed (part 2 - the Adam-centric sequel)

Cherry/Joe/Adam cockblocking each other

Hiromi Higa (Shadow)

what they’re like in bed (part 1)

SPIDER-VERSE - 

Peter B. Parker x Bagel (feat. Reader) 

Fifty Shades of Grain (NSFW) - Peter's love of carbs goes a little too far when he finds himself alone in his apartment one morning, fantasizing about his cute neighbor and not having anything better to satisfy his cravings than the bagel from the coffee shop. Whilst getting jiggy with this bagel, Peter manages to find himself in a little bit of a predicament only said neighbor can help him get out of.

VOLTRON: LEGENDARY DEFENDER -

Takashi Shriogane

Missing Pieces series - A pre-VLD series in which you, Shiro’s partner, are coping with losing him to the Kerberos mission.

Part one - Let Me Call You Sweetheart (SFW) - You and Shiro had just moved into your new place shortly before he left. Now everything just feels empty without him.

Part two - The Moon and Back (SFW) - Keith comes to check on how you’re doing.

Part three - Stay with Me (NSFW) - Keith’s comforting goes a step too far

Part four - Just One Yesterday (SFW) - A glimpse into the development of your relationship with Shiro when you were both eager young Garrison students

Part five - Somewhere Only We Know (NSFW) - A bittersweet reunion between you and Shiro after his alleged disappearance on the Kerberos mission.  

Part six - The Impossible Year (SFW) -  [chapter 1] - [chapter 2] - It's been almost a year since the Kerberos mission, since you thought you'd lost the love of your life forever. But a fire is brewing within your soul. Despite your previous beliefs, you no longer can sit idly by and accept what the Garrison has told you about the disappearance of the crew on that mission. You need answers. And it's about time you find your missing pieces 

[jerzwriter]

Sunday Six 04.16.2023

I've been trying to avoid Sunday Sixes. I'm trying to follow the creative process where it leads, which means I'm not on a "regular" schedule, and sometimes certain stories take a backseat if the "feeling" isn't there. So if things don't get written as soon as I like, I feel bad, and it messes with the process more. But there are some fics that will be out this week. Here's a sneak peek, I hope you enjoy!

A Different Fate Part 2: Ethan's POV | OH- Ethan x Kaycee:

Ethan slipped into his navy blue blazer as he entered the foyer, taking one last look in the mirror before he left. It was unseasonably warm in Boston tonight, so a blazer was unnecessary. But Kaycee liked it. She commented on how it brought out the blue in his eyes each time he wore it, and while he was unsure about that, he knew he loved the way her eyes raked over him whenever he wore it. So the blazer was joining him tonight, even if he didn’t consciously understand why.

And Baby Makes 3 | OH - Tobias x Casey:

Casey clenched Sienna's hand, letting out a guttural scream as another contraction hit. Sienna was doing her best not to scream herself, no longer fully confident that one of her fingers hadn't broken, and that's when Jackie walked in. "Fuck!" Sienna grimaced. "Happy to see you, too, Si!" "It's not that! I was hoping you were Tobias. Where the fuck is he!"

Tobias frantically rounded the corner, practicing Lamaze breathing himself to keep from hyperventilating. Grabbing the counter, he came to an abrupt halt at the nurses' station. "Where... where is she!" He demanded. "My wife! Where is she?" "Dr. Carrick, I believe she's in L&D number 3." He didn't wait to hear more. Flying in the direction of the room, he burst through the door without knocking. "Baby, I'm sorry I took so long. I came... Jennifer?" "Tobias," a very pregnant brunette gasped. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

Untitled WTD Fic | Eli Sipes & the Sipes family:

"Dad..." David entered the room with a lopsided grin, and a head that was dripping wet. Not something that should have happened indoors." "Oh, fuck," Jim growled. "The roof again?" "Yep!" "You boys will need to sleep in the main room tonight," his mother jumped in. "That's too much of a leak. How bad is it? Could a drone breakthrough?" "Nah," Eli answered, drying his own head with a towel when he entered the room. "I took a look at it; it's deep cracks but no holes. We should be safe through the night, but if you want, I can sit watch in there." Jim looked up from his reading and shook his head. "It's not necessary, son. We can patch it up in the morning. I'm afraid we can't put it off with the weather we've been having." "But we need to hunt," Florence reminded. "We're very low on food, and that roof is a four-person job." "It could be," Jim shrugged, "but we can make do with three. Eli," he shouted in his son's direction. "You OK with going hunting alone?" "No," Florence interrupted. "Not at this time of year! It's not safe. We'll hunt the day after tomorrow." "Ma, it's no big deal," Eli assured. "I'm in the woods alone quite often." Florence wrung her hands, worry lines becoming more pronounced on her brow. "I'm falling into old patterns again, aren't I?" she asked with a weak smile. Eli leaned over and kissed the top of his mother's head. "I'm lucky to have a mother who cares about me," he grinned. "But I'm a big boy, and I promise I'll be ok."

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[succstosucculent]

Okay, I binged half of Netflix Avatar The Last Airbender last night, so here are my thoughts so far:

One: if you’re gonna compare it to the original the whole time, you’re gonna have a bad time. If you go into this with the idea that it is an adaptation, a retelling, a kind-of-it’s-own thing like the movie remakes they do every twenty years or so, then it is bearable. Note how I only said “bearable”. The following criticisms are (instinctively) made because I’m subconsciously comparing it to the original, but I feel like I’ve gotten the main points down to “this would be a problem even if it were a stand-alone show.”

Two: niceties are over, time to get into the crit part. Even if you treat it like its own thing, you’d still find faults in it. The pacing feels way off, other fans seem to say the same thing, though this is probably the consequence of today’s super short, eight-episode seasons. It just feels rushed, like, would I have rather they cut some story arcs for time instead of cramming 3 to 4 disjointed ones into the same episode so that nothing goes to waste? I don’t know.

Three: as a consequence of the whole thing feeling rushed and haphazardly condensed, we don’t really have time to appreciate these characters. Like, I know I should like Katara because she was one of my faves from the original, and I know I should like her because of her kind heart and the way she herself grows as a bender along with Aang, but idk, I haven’t been able to connect with this version of Katara yet, and thus I can’t say whether I liked her or not yet. This could be said of nearly every main character we’ve got to meet so far.

(TBF, I did say I watched half of the series last night; maybe the other half will change my opinion on her, and the rest of the cast?)

Four: along with the art of pacing a story, we have lost the art of subtlety. Not everything had to be explained to us, even if we had never seen the original Avatar. We didn’t need to be hit over the head with the revelations we could’ve figured out for ourselves, if we just had the time to process them all. There have been crit blogs that have written about this much more eloquently than I could, so I’m just gonna leave it there.

Final assessment is it’s okay, but just okay. Netflix Avatar is plagued by most issues of contemporary shows, like short seasons, haphazard pacing, lack of developed characters, and the complete loss of subtlety. That being said, it is a feast for the eyes, and if you watch it alone at night like I did, be sure to hit that pause button and take in the views ❤️ Let’s just say though, that I would not be surprised if there wasn’t a Book Two/Season Two.

Oh and also, Jet still hot 🥵

[evelyne-am]

14th March 2023-

14th March 2023

Day 1 

(By the way I’m really glad I didn’t post as last night because my day one continued over the 24 hours.)

I don’t know where to start. Those who follow my stories know that I didn’t sleep much, I felt nervous excited and scared all at the same time. There is a part of me that thinks that this kind of grueling training is exactly what I need, to strip myself to nothing after being somewhat applauded the last year or so in the music world, that has been nice after a long pandemic of feeling indispensable,but it has been completely unchallenging. But also it has been a long time since I have sat and created music, as opposed to performing it, and the next couple of months I had saved for that, so I wasn’t sure if fully I knew what I was giving up my creative space for.

I woke up 30 minutes before my alarm and had a chat with a couple of friends who were awake at the time thinking “ oh I have these extra minutes” only to discover it was my first day of my period. If you have a woman’s body then you will know for many that is horrible horrible day for most. For me it’s usually raging pain. Today was no different. I want to be full proof about being there punctually every day so the driver was ready for me and I was bang on time but I have not accounted for the fact that I would be in so much pain. I asked the driver  to go get some medicine and said if you couldn’t find me, leave it in front of the lift. I reach 20 minutes before our call time so I can listen to some music and chill, the second I arrived I see others had already arrived; they were warming up walking, jogging and within two minutes of me coming sir and our other director Mohsina (henceforth referred to as M) also walked in. I did not have a chance to chill. I was pleased I was there before sir though, (like everyone else was,) that he saw my face when he walked in and not that of someone who came exactly time but as someone who came for themselves to adjust to the new surroundings just like we had been taught in the workshop. Sir comes daily with a whole car full of things; a project, Harmonium, a keyboard, speakers, and a big picnic basket full of goodies for us. Even in the workshops I’ve seen him always come 30 to 60 minutes early so that he has ample time to set up all his equipment and also if there are any questions for anyone who comes early. I see the room (pictured) on the 6th floor that will be my home for 3 months. It is beautiful in the morning sunlight, and way way nicer than the one we did the workship in, I feel so lucky the moment I have entered, a weird sense of belonging comes over me. After a quick warmup. There are 12 of us if you count M. 8 females and 4 males, quite a small cast. They are all quite pros but one of the males is a young guy who was in the workshop with us, tbh I was surprised to see him, but found out he is just shadowing the cast as he can’t attend daily due to university. The rest of us are the main cast, but it will determined what roles we each have as the play is designed. Sir started with a short but sweet message for us to be kind to be grateful and to remind us that we are doing is paying homage to the people that the play is written about (we’ll talk about that later) Sir told us a little bit about how his vision in the play. I won’t give too much away (but this blog will have a lot of spoilers for this play anyway, so don’t read if you don’t want spoilers for Spardhhas next production. ) But for now let’s just say it’s going to be immersive. It made me feel so excited, I can’t tell you. I have those feelings of when we were bringing Rahman Sir for his honorary doctorate in Berklee. But there I knew exactly what was going to happen I could envision it. Here it's outside my realm  of thought everything that was talked about; lights and audience participation and set I don’t even know what they’re meaning but I could tell that it’s exciting.

My adrenaline got me through the first half, the first half is something that I know a little about as I had done the workshops last month. It’s fully physical, it's sometimes really hard, and sometimes there are little breaks that he gives for us to meditate in between the exercises. I don’t want to divulge his actual methods but there’s voice, breathing, full body, meditation there’s awareness of the room  and the  group exercises. As someone who has been to school where you are studying the entire aspect of an art, this is something that I can do technically- warmups, biology etc. The mental Aspect of being hundred percent aware of your surroundings is not something that I have studied. I am a very inside my head kind of person and Sir calls me out on it. My mind wanders constantly, and though I try to bring it back to be in the room it waivers a lot. I feel bad but I also appreciate Sir reminding me of this bad trait, this is the main thing that I would feel that I will have to work on. 

Actually it is the reason that I have so many accidents, if you have read any of my Facebook status as you will know that I had about 3 to 4 accidents last year I have bruises all over my body. And just today I was thinking how reckless I am in my thoughts especially when I’m walking on the streets and I had a vision that I was hit by a bus. I’m thinking I must use what I learned in class in my everyday life and be less so. 

At the height of our physical limits, sir gives us a break. I assumed it was about 20 minutes as it used to be in the workshop and I ran to the washroom. Oh that bloody ShilpokolA washroom. Thanks to the state of my health I spent the whole 20 minutes in the bathroom, the entire break. I had prepared a Tiffin of boiled eggs sausages and oranges, I planned to have some tea/caffeine to wake myself up for the second half as I used to do in the workshop. But I did nothing.

The second half is when we read the script. I had prepared my backpack to perfection but of course I forgot my glasses. What happened was, that I started falling asleep. Hundred Pages of bangla  text l, everyone taking turns reading it; one would’ve thought that the hardness of it would keep me alert, or the fact that I could be next to read would keep me alert, but I fell asleep, I nodded off and in front of my 11 peers and Sir. I kept checking myself up and cursing myself and not sleeping enough, for not bringing caffeine (caffeine makes my heart palpitations go nuts so usually I don’t drink it) and for not bringing my bloody glasses that I really need to read this long text. And it was right then, during the second half of the rehearsal that my cramps came back in full bloody swing, the driver did not bring the medicines that I had asked him to do in front of the lift and I was squirming in pain. This was the point where all these thoughts crossed my mind that I would not be able to do this every day. The long hours, hard Bangla, and most of all the level of constant concentration felt really hard, especially with cramps. I tried to hold my back and massage it very discreetly so the pain would subside.I think M noticed and she asked me to come sit next to her in front of the desk where I could lean. From the second story (which shall henceforth be called M1- because its the first story in order) though I don’t know what happened, maybe it was sitting next to M, or the fact that it was something that hit me harder I was back in. I cried while the story went dark, i found the character so intriguing and hard to fathom. I even volunteered to read in my horrible Bangla reading With the risk of angering sir when I stumbled. 

i left day one feeling absolutely in a rush, all my earlier doubts out the window (as you could see in my Insta video.) before I left I asked permission to write this blog from Sir. He seemed cool, which is why I officially start the blog today’s with the day one post.

The rest of the day was spent in multiple things, I was a bit down, I got distracted. The days homework was to prepare a section of the play to present the next day and by the time I did my to dos from my normal music life, procrastinate, spent time with my mum it was really late. On my way home from mum’s I was walking to buy some chocolate and listening to a song, when I fell down. Another of my accidents, because I was unmindful, the bleeding wouldn’t stop for ages as ususally that happens. I was reminded of how just that morning I saw myself being hit by a bus and now have vowed to stop being on my phone when I am walking the streets. Reading in Bangla is really tough for me so I asked DC (friend) To read it out for me so that I could record. Halfway through the story of M1, DC stops. At first I couldn’t understand why and asked if they were tired, but then I realise DC is crying. I realise this is the first time that DC is reading it and that the first time we had heard the story in class almost all of us were in tears too earlier that day. I will elaborate later about the stories themselves. I have taken permission actually to reveal here, but it’s intense, the most intense; it is about women and rape. While I was listening to the story being read out loud for me I saw a lot more things than I did when I was trying to focus on reading Bangla text. I didn’t really prepare a part but I knew the text a lot better last night than I did when I was reading it with my own eyes. But i did not feel as emotional the second time around, i dont know why, i was dilly dallying, and tho i stopped myself from doing the blog post, i still stayed up later than the previous night and at one point it was 2 am till i push myself to shut eyes. Something I can’t explain is that I woke up at 4:30am. It was my cramps, but I was sat in the middle of the night clutching my uterus and crying, I’ve had cramps before but I’ve never felt like . This story is creeping inside me.

[viastro]

so umm hi :3 i just found your blog when tumblr recommended me the "wanna be yours" wonwoo fic and i just want to say that your writing is literally so beautiful. it feels like a hug. like a comfort blanket. i don't think i've ever actually cried for a fic... but this made me cry. a lot. idk if it was because it reminded me of my friend growing up or if i know i would've probably done the exact same thing as the main character to keep that thread there or maybe i'm just a big ball of emotions at 2am. buttt i just wanted to say how amazing your writing is because i got so emotionally attached to it. please write more heh :3 you're so talented and i am so grateful that i found your blog (i literally followed you mid read because i wanna support now lolol). but anyways, wishing you the best in everything that you're doing and i hope you have a wonderful day/night❤️

omg this ask makes me want to cry i JGDKDHD i honestly didn’t think this fic was very good 🥲 but your message and everyone’s reaction to it i feel a bit better about it now 🥲🥲 like maybe it was just me being too hard on myself and expecting more… this ask was so sweet i :(( thank you so much for your kind words, they mean the world to me. really.

i’m trying to work on more content but it’s a bit hard since it’s my last year at uni so i’ve been very busy :,)) but if you want to check out my masterlist i have over 50 works or something JGDJDHD i’ll try my best to release more stuff soon tho <333

[thatoneao3writer]

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Dream: Favorite horror movie?

George: It

Sapnap: Saw

Quackity: Annabelle

Karl: High School Musical. after watching it I spent all my middle school years terrified that the entire school would start singing something and I’d be the only one who didn’t know the lyrics

~ Quotes☆Anon~

Skeppy nodding along cause he doesnt know what a high school is

-💮

22 notes - Posted January 4, 2022

#4

There is some prophecy buried somewhere stating that on the day Bad finally swears, the world as humanity knows it would come to an end.

Sometime after the Crimsonpocalypse, someone finds this. And, seeing as how the last time bad swore was when his father arrived, they have made it one of their main concerns to keep Bad from swearing.

Every time Quackity, Tommy or someone else tries to get Bad to swear, this person gets a mini heart attack.

Bad is extremely oblivious to the reason as to why this person has suddenly started following him around a lot more often.

It's Crumb

Crumb found the prophecy please let's make it Crumb

-💮

22 notes - Posted March 13, 2022

#3

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28 notes - Posted January 3, 2022

#2

The longest amount of time 5up has ever been able to keep a plant alive was in college. He made sure to check exactly what that kind of plant needed. It had the right kind of soil. He had a little lamp set up on a timer to make sure it got just enough light. He checked its soil every day, watering it whenever it was dry and only when it was dry. His roommate thought he was crazy. It was just a jade plant. They’re pretty difficult to kill. (5up informed his roommate that he was fairly certain that he was cursed).

Somehow, against all odds, 5up managed to keep the darn thing alive… up until the end of the first semester. He wasn’t even sure what he did. He’d stayed up all night the night before studying, and had still been doing fine then. Admittedly, he hadn’t checked it that morning in the rush to get out the door to his physics exam, but… Point is, it was dead by the time he got back. (5up’s roommate now fully believes him about the curse. I mean, how the heck do you kill a jade plant? On top of that, none of their potted plants have been doing so great lately…)

Doc has a fairly sizable hydroponics setup in his lab bunker. Said hydroponics set up is in a room adjacent to the main lab, with a huge (bulletproof, obviously, given the rest of the security in the place) window instead of a wall, so you can see the plants. When the Crimsonpocalypse hit, Fundy’s first sign that anything was wrong was seeing every single plant in the hydroponics room wither and die at once. Then he looked over at 5up. His eyes were glowing subtly and his burgundy sweater had turned grey.

-🤺

GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGG

-💮

35 notes - Posted January 7, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

After Bad and Skeppy got together, the rest of the Titans, HIVE, etc., are left to figure out who won the betting pool. (This much is already canon). It was Karl, but he got so many specifics correct that he was disqualified for using time travel to cheat.

-🤺

The runner up was Fundy no one knows how

-💮

40 notes - Posted February 3, 2022

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[vickikowalewski]

Day 19 - June 10, 2023: Zermatt

I slept in a little bit woke up to a ton of rain and low clouds. You couldn’t see anything. I was highly disappointed. I wanted to do the Matterhorn Glacier Paradise and/or go hiking to the Charles Kuonen Suspension Bridge. I was told to not even bother going up to the peaks with heavy cloud coverage because you can’t see anything. I verified that with the webcam at the top. I also knew from experience the previous day that the rocks in Zermatt become quite slippery even with a small bit of rain. I looked online and the hike was not recommended in poor weather conditions due to the risk for slipping. Painfully, I decided to bag both Glacier Paradise and the hike to the suspension bridge.

I chose to do a more simple hike instead. I hiked along the Gorner Gorge. It was really stunning. I could barely hear myself think the water was rushing so loud. I only have one good picture but it went very beautiful and went quite a long way.

I ended up leaving the Gorge on the other side of the river and hiking along the river, eventually crossing into the town of Blatton. It was not a difficult hike but it was very beautiful. I also saw another highly rated restaurant that I assume hikers frequent. I chose not to stop though because I wasn’t hungry at the time. The trail went through the town and then passed some sheep and cows. Eventually, I made my way back into Zermatt.

I wanted to stop off at my hostel but my room was getting cleaned. I had to make alternative plans. I tried to go to the Matterhorn museum because it was still raining quite a bit. Unfortunately, I learned it’s only open from 3-6pm. What!? Only in Switzerland does everything close early and barely stay open. I ended up finding a French Restaurant that began serving lunch and I couldn’t help but stop when I saw the menu. I ordered escargot followed by veal tartare. It was divine. A bit of a splurge but well worth it. I also used the time spent at the restaurant to catch up on my blog.

I had 30 minutes before the Matterhorn Museum opened so I ended up walking around some of the shops. I met a really interesting Swiss guy working at one of the outrageously priced outdoors shops and we had a great chat. He mentioned to me that double the amount of people have died on the Matterhorn compared to Mount Everest, 600 people on the Matterhorn compared to 300 people on Everest. He explained it’s usually during the descent because the rocks are loose at the top and people can slip if they aren’t careful. Crazy! Around 3pm, I made my way to the Matterhorn Museum. The Matterhorn Museum was quite interesting and a good way to kill an hour. I didn’t realize the Matterhorn became famous from 4 climbers dying just as they were about to reach the summit because the rope broke. The remains of the rope were still intact and present in the museum. The rope was very questionable if you ask me. One girl looked at me and goes, “Thats an awful thin rope to trust your life with.” I agree and that’s probably why it failed.

I was feeling very tired after the museum and decided to take a nap before hitting the town again. The weather finally cleared up and I managed to get a great photo with the Matterhorn. Have patience, make multiple plans, and expect unpredictable weather are the main things I’ve learned about Zermatt. Joys of mountain life.

I ended the night at a pub watching the Champions League Final. I met a Scottish man whose daughter attended West Liberty and played soccer. I also met an Australian living in Bologna. It was a good night. Man City won as expected. The Norwegian girl checked out early to go to France but then couldn’t find a place to stay, which seemed dumb to me but whatever floats your boat. There was no one else in the room with me last night. It was amazing. I had a 4-bed en-suite all to myself. I’m beginning to think that the Norwegian girl booked the additional 2 beds because she wanted the room mostly to herself. Each bed was around $40. You could book all 4 beds and stay for $120. That’s not a bad deal in Zermatt. That’s probably why there were so many families staying in the 4 bed en-suite rooms.

[coreytravelogue]

Vancouver, BC, Canada, April 6, 2023

So here we are at the airport again waiting for another flight. This time to Toronto and boy what a time it has been since you last heard from me to get here, worth its own blog post which is what I doing now. Normally I feel like these intro blog posts before actual travel are a formality and more to kill time than to actually say anything. While this is still to kill time I actually have stuff to bring up.

Never before in my life has there been more drama leading up to a trip and could have jeopardized the trip than the past few weeks leading to this one.

I booked this flight back in November during cyber Monday. Everything was laid out from the flights, where I was staying to what I was doing at last 50% of the trip. Everything seemed to be set even by February.

Then March came, in mid March after 3 years of successfully ducking it I contracted COVID and was in self isolation for two weeks while I was recovering from it. Given the nature of where I work I test every week. On the Monday March 20 I tested positive but I didn’t feel anything just a light headache and phlegmy throat. By 4pm it felt like my entire body just gave up and I had just about every symptom one could have with COVID. The next 2 days were the longest 2 days I have had in a very long time, all of it spent in bed in pain sick as a dog. COVID beat the living shit out of me, it was only by Thursday that I was starting to feel like I was recovering. By the following Monday I was much better but still testing positive.

All while this is happening I get notified by my host that they cancelled my booking due to some Airbnb issue in Toronto so for those 2 weeks not only was I unsure if I could go to Toronto but unsure as to whether I had a place there anyway. All of that luckily got settled and I tested negative by April 3rd. Just in time for Flair Air to inform me that they moved my flight up from 11pm to 6am without really confirming with me or working with me. So that day followed by Tuesday and Wednesday I tried to get ahold of Flair Air to finally put me back where I originally booked myself. They never gave me a reason as to why they moved me up.

It’s been 4 years since I had been Toronto proper, 2019 when I went there for work related stuff. I wish I had stayed longer to take more advantage of being there but I was trying to keep as much leave time for myself as I could as I was trying to keep just enough for a person vacation to Europe on top of my trips to Newfoundland.

One year prior to that I visited Toronto for the first time properly in April. A few months prior I was stranded there for a night and found myself be interested in seeing what the city had to offer. April 2018 I got to see my first lacrosse and baseball games, Jayne hatted a shit ton of statues and went up the CN Tower.

This time the plan is to see my first basketball game, Jayne hat a shit ton more statues and just soak in not being in Vancouver for awhile.

The main draw is the basketball game but I am also seeing a hockey game just to experience the atmosphere of a Leafs vs Habs hockey night in Canada game.

To be honest I would prefer going elsewhere, in fact a part of me wished I just went to Edmonton instead like I did last year but oddly flying to Toronto was more affordable and I feel like I could do more. Well Edmonton is cheaper to go to but I can go to Edmonton anytime I want and I still plan to possibly. Outside of my typical transfers I do plan on this being the last time I visit Toronto. I am not really a fan of the city overall. It is just too fast for me but I do feel like one can have fun there in small doses. I am going for the Jayne hatting, basketball and simply because it was affordable. If a trip to Montreal was affordable for the same price I would have went there instead but it is what it is. Toronto has basketball, Montreal doesn’t at least not the NBA kind.

After contracting COVID I am even more paranoid about getting it than I was before actually getting it. I really don’t want to get it again though it is only a matter of time. My immune system should be at its strongest now in fighting it after beating it but still I don’t want it again but I can’t live in fear all of my life because of this. Just got to be smarter about it.

After this I am planning on going to Victoria in May for a short weekend trip. June however I finally get to repay the favour to one of my hosts from Europe. Katharina and Dirk are coming to Vancouver for a week and I will host them if they wish to stay. Probably one of the few things I am most excited for in the last while.

I am strongly contemplating traveling to Australia this year as well. The only thing making me second guess it is how utterly expensive it is now. When I flew there last it went to 2K to fly there, now it is about 2.5K roughly.

I feel I owe it to myself and someone else to go to Australia one more time, I won’t say last time but I don’t imagine I will be back anytime soon after this. There is still so much of Australia I have no seen and I won’t have much time to see it on top of seeing my ex there. It’s something I am going to have contemplate and juggle once I am done this trip.

This trip is about escape and having fun. Once I get back it is back to being busy and plotting the rest of my travel this year. Use enough to keep sanity but keep enough leave time to have enough for one last great trip of my 30s while still having time to see my parents as usual.

All things considered as I am in the twilight of my 30s despite everything my 30s have been a far cry better than my 20s in every fashion but it is not done yet and it is on me to close it out as great as I can. I have to make the most of it, life is too short and life can take you anytime. I have the means to do what I want right now and I need to grab it while I can.

So much drama getting to today alone I can only hope there will be no drama coming back as I test of Lynx air returning. One thing is certain I won’t have much sleep between returning to Vancouver and getting back to work. So one of the main things I will be doing in Toronto as well is sleeping in.

The flight I hate the most is the Vancouver to Toronto/Montreal flights. 4-5 hours of being crammed into an uncomfortable seat with other people just as uncomfortable as you. 9-12 hour flights are fine for me I just booze up and pass out when I get on the plane. It’s very hard for me to do that on these flights for some reason, they are almost always painful and feel like 9 hour flights in over themselves. I can only hope that I can only hope that my nose won’t plug up during the flight. That is almost always the worst.

My plan is to sleep through it all. By the time I get on the plane I should already be past my bed time and I hope to use alcohol to make me drowsy enough to bypass my nose plugging and the nervousness of sleeping on a plane. Sometimes it works sometimes it doesn’t. Given I have no idea whether I will be sitting in the isle or window I have to be prepared to get knocked out quick, if not it is going to be a long night for me.

Here is hoping. Shazbot nanu nanu.

[chryzure-archive]

Question: What is severance 030

OH GIRL. OH MY GOD. OHHHH MY GOD.

So Severance is a thriller TV show set in an office space where the employees are “severed”—meaning that they basically have an “office-sona”, if I were to describe this in the worst way possible. Basically, this means that they have a chip in their brain that splits them into another person (same personality, but no memories of the outside world) for the work day, called an “innie”. This is activated when they go down their elevator to work, and they are absolutely, positively, certainly not allowed to know anything about the outside world. They were made to work for eight hours of the day, and then they come back down and work again. Their consciousness resumes from where it’s left off at the end of the last work day—so essentially these “innies” never sleep and always work.

They don’t know their full names (for example, the main character’s innie name is simply “Mark S.”) nor do they know what their lives are remotely like on the outside. They have limited coworkers (their underground office space is designed like a labyrinth and the other divisions are hidden away, so they aren’t allowed to interact with them if they don’t get permission) and they work the most menial office job type of thing. Our main characters “refine data”, which basically means sorting numbers.

Their outies don’t recall any of what happens down there. So if their innie hates their job? Too bad, the outie doesn’t experience the horrible work conditions. They still want to get paid and go to work. You can technically request your outie to quit the job, but if they don’t know what it’s like… why would they want to leave? And besides, if they do permanently quit… that basically means the innie dies. They’re never brought back. They lose all of that. It’s really scary, actually.

Meanwhile… man, I cannot explain a thing outside of the premise if you want to end up watching it, because the timelines get weird when you realize the innie and outie timelines are different. But the innies basically start wondering how to get out, what’s going on, and how to let the outside world know that, actually, being severed is hell for the innies. (It’s a political debate in this world, and it’s highly divisive (lol). There’s some messed up thoughts people have about innies—for example, a woman uses her innie to give birth to her child so she doesn’t have to experience the pain of it. It’s really, really horrifying. That’s a bit of a spoiler, but it’s not that big.)

Also, because of the way the office space is set up, it’s very… cult-like. The instruction manuals are written like Bibles, and there’s paintings put up on the bland office walls for propaganda purposes.

There’s a characters that’s super obsessed with the main character that’s his boss (she’s not severed) and she also lives right next to him. All of it is horrible.

Christopher Walken falls in love with John Tuturro.

It’s amazing.

I watched all of it yesterday (about 8-ish hours, give or take RIP) because once I started the first episode, I was captivated by the world building and the acting (seeing Adam Scott play something serious shocked me! As did the fact that Ben Stiller directed more than half of the episodes).

Basically, I went in thinking I’d just enjoy it because my friend liked it, then before she hit unpause, she turned to me and went, “Hey, Rebecca, this would make a great Chryzure/ChrysiJacks AU.” To which I responded: “Pardon me????”

But yep, it makes a fucking phenomenal Chryzure/ChrysiJacks AU. I’ve sketched out four AU drawings already. I finished it at 11 PM last night. My friend and I are going for boba to talk about the show more in depth. I’m going to watch it again.

It’s on Apple TV, I believe, and it’s so, so worth it.

[fandomlit]

neutral, chap. 3 (dream smp x reader)

series summary (in game!au) when an exiled tommy finally rebels against a manipulative dream, he finds safety in neutral territory, a place owned and guarded by you. staying in your safe haven opens up the younger one’s eyes to your way of life, while also revealing your deeper past before neutral; a past that involved a war for your love.

chapter summary after teaching tommy how to make cookies, you surprise him with your archery skills as you fight off mobs swarming outside of your house. tommy comes to a conclusion that makes him slightly ashamed of himself; being neutral doesn’t make you weak.

warnings swearing, killing of mobs (zombies, spiders, skeletons), some mental health talk (kinda)

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it was storming the next night. after a nice dinner of meatloaf and mashed potatoes, y/n proposed that tommy help her make some dessert for them to enjoy.

“you sure i can’t mess this up?” tommy asked warily as she opened her small, self-written recipe book and placed it in front of them.

“im sure,” she assured, patting his cheek endearingly. he made a face. “your face is gonna freeze that way, kid.”

“whatever,” he scoffed, rolling his eyes as she laughed. “what are we making?”

“cookies!” she smiled. “one of the easiest things you can make.”

tommy sighed. though it was embarrassing to admit aloud, he couldn’t help but feel nervous about the experiment. “what do we need?”

“well...” after thirty minutes of patience from y/n, frustration from tommy, and unhelpful side commentary from ghostbur, the cookies were nearly ready to place in the furnace.

“how big should i make them?” tommy questioned, looking up at y/n from the baking sheet she had spread out for him.

she shrugged, placing her hand on the back of the chair ghostbur sat in. “however big you want. measure with your heart.”

“you also said that about the chocolate chips,” ghostbur commented. “now we’re all going to have cavities.” y/n whacked the boy on the back of the head, keeping her expression kind as she looked at tommy. 

“however you want them,” she assured. tommy nodded in return, turning back to the baking sheet just a loud banging came from the main entrance of the house. y/n peeked out of the kitchen. “oh, wow, that’s a lot of mobs..”

ghostbur leaned back to see. “goddamn!”

“tommy, you go ahead and portion and pop those into the oven,” y/n spoke, running a hand through her hair. “i have a feeling my door’s not gonna last much longer.” she rushed out of the room without another word.

“having fun yet?” ghostbur questioned as tommy began to portion out the blobs of cookie dough.

“kinda,” he shrugged. “y/n’s a good teacher.”

“she is,” ghostbur agreed.

“it’s also kind of nice to have a break from more chaotic things,” tommy continued as he worked. “you know, y/n surrounds herself with peace. she’s not a fighter like you were and i am. so, it’s nice to do as she does.” ghostbur chuckled and tommy looked up just as he finished portioning out the dough. “what?”

“whoever said y/n wasn’t a fighter?” ghostbur teased. just then, said girl came back into the kitchen with a bow in hand and a quiver full of arrows slung over her shoulder.

“cookies in yet?” she asked, eyes gleaming with excitement he hadn’t yet seen from her. her words were rushed out, and he stuttered to reply quickly.

“y-yeah, well, about to be,” he managed out. “what are you doing?”

y/n grinned at him as he lowered the tray of dough into the furnace. “someone’s gotta deal with the mobs out front.” before she disappeared, tommy called out to her.

“wait, y/n!” he called. “can i come with?”

“sure!” she laughed. “ghostbur, set a timer for fifteen, please!” tommy rushed to follow her as she practically raced up the stairs. ghostbur grinned after them.

“where are we going?” tommy huffed out as y/n led him down a hall he was yet to discover.

she slowed down, opening up a door that revealed the stormy night to him. “right out here.” tommy stepped out onto the small balcony. tarps covered the sides, preventing them from being pelted by the brunt of the rain and wind, but allowed them access to viewing the main entrance from the side.

“are you good with a bow, tommy?” y/n asked, still smiling as she delicately plucked an arrow from her quiver.

“uh- not really..,” the boy admitted, rubbing his neck sheepishly.

“that’s alright,” she smiled reassuringly as she lined up the arrow in her bow and pulled the string back. “i assume you’re better with a sword?”

“much better,” he nodded. she let out a hum before releasing the string from her fingertips, and tommy could barely keep up with the arrow that flew through the air and lodged itself in between a skeleton’s shoulder and collarbone, causing the mob to collapse into a pile of uselessness. tommy’s mouth suddenly felt dry as y/n loaded another arrow. 

he had never seen someone take down a skeleton in one shot, not even dream.

tommy watched as she closed one eye, aiming at three zombies lined up. she took a breath before tugging harshly at her string, then letting the arrow zoom through the storm and cleanly through the three’s heads. they all crumbled into a mass of rotten flesh.

“four mobs and two arrows?!” tommy managed as y/n reached for another. she looked over and laughed at the surprised boy. “how the hell did you do that?”

“i’ve always been good at aiming,” she spoke casually as she worked to load another arrow, aiming now at a spider working its way up her walls. she managed to lodge the arrow into its leg, effectively tearing it off of the creature and causing it to tumble onto the zombie below. they heard it hiss just before another arrow pinned through its heart and the zombie’s head, rendering both creatures silent. “not so much with close contact fighting.”

“i think this makes up for it,” tommy spoke distractedly, shaking his head with amazement as he watched her fingers move with instinct and practice. she launched another strong arrow into the hoard.

she laughed as she continued to work. “i fumble when im up close..” arrow after arrow whizzed from her bow. “from this distance, i can take my time. i can breathe, i can calculate.” mobs went down, pair after pair sinking to the cold, wet grass below. “and when we can do those things, our work only shows it.” she knocked down one last skeleton before she dropped her bow to her side. there were now only a few creepers and spiders mulling around.

“that was amazing,” tommy spoke after a moment of silence, looking at her with wide eyes. she gave him a smile. “i.. wow.”

she laughed just as ghostbur peeked his head out. “five minute warning.”

“thanks, ghostbur,” y/n nodded. “come on, kid. let’s towel off and eat some cookies.” tommy nodded, following her back into the house. he stayed behind with ghostbur as she went to grab towels.

“so?” ghostbur spoke with a knowing grin. “how was that?”

tommy shook his head, still processing the skill he had just experienced. “she’s the best archer i’ve ever seen! she didn’t miss a single target, she knew exactly where and when to aim, i-” he let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair. “i can’t believe i thought she couldn’t fight. of course she can fight.”

“neutral doesn’t mean weak,” ghostbur spoke wisely, placing a hand on tommy’s shoulder. the boy looked up at him with pursed lips, guilt weighing in his chest. “y/n is the strongest woman i know; she cooks, she welds, and she can work a bow like you’ve never seen. never expect anything with her, tommy. she’ll never stop surprising you.”

tommy nodded. “neutral doesn’t mean weak, eh?” ghostbur gave him a smile. “of course it doesn’t. it’s not like she chose this life.. there was a war.”

“right,” ghostbur confirmed. “it’s alright to be wrong sometimes, tommy. especially about someone you’ve known and lived with for what, a week?” he nodded. “see? you don’t have to know everything all the time.”

“okay,” tommy nodded, his voice quiet as ghostbur squeezed his shoulder reassuringly. “wow. it’s strange to be able to hold myself to a lower standard.”

“y/n is teaching you some amazing things about mental health, tommy.”

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