#imagine a shrinking sequel

[bearpillowmonster]

Stuart Little 2: Stuart Littler

[thebellearchives]

Belle my BELOVED!!

If I may graciously request fluff prompt number 12 for our husband inumaki 🖤 maybe a friends to lovers situation bc I’m a whore for tropes (or quite literally any direction it inspires you to go- bc all your jjk writing it chefs kisses 🤌🏻)

Forehead kitheth for u bestie muah okaybye

𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

~ inumaki toge ; jujutsu kaisen

✧˚ · . S Y N O P S I S : this is it: the romantic movie night you once daydreamed about, so is it gonna go down as it did in your head days ago?

‧₊˚ c o n t e n t s : gn!reader, fluff, sequel to the romance alley, friends to lovers, onigiri words are in japanese

‧₊˚ a / n : girl you’re in for a ride because this is the longest request i’ve written for now, like can you blame me? IT’S INUMAKI, of course I went overboard what were we expecting, i’m down bad for him ): Anyways, I know you loved romance alley so here you go, a second part 🫶🏻

i also got requests for this prompt with sukuna and gojo, so i’m gonna link those here for whenever i post them

Toge ver. || Sukuna ver. || Gojo ver.

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So there you two were. Just like you had imagined: sitting in front of your TV, lights off and a fluffy blanket covering you both. In the screen the lead protagonists were laying in bed in front of each other, trying to hold hands despite the girl being just a ghost. By then your eyes would’ve been tearing up like they always did whenever you watched this movie, but this time wasn’t like the others.

Ever since you and your friends had gotten back from the shop two days ago you and Toge had been in this situation where you’d glance at each other constantly and yet tried to play it cool in front of the others. Your touches would linger, the smiles were usually accompanied by a small sigh. But then you’d both quickly pretend everything was normal again. Your friends had probably caught up with the fact that something was going on anyways, but since no one had said a word you both didn’t either.

And now you were watching your favourite movie with him. In your couch, alone. So close you could reach for his hand like you had wanted to before that kiss at the shop.

And your eyes would wander from the bright screen of your TV to those soft, shiny lips and the way he’d use one of his fangs to nibble on the straw of his drink.

And your face would flush wishing he was nibbling on your lip instead.

Fuck, you looked away once again.

Your eyes felt like they were on fire by now, staring at the screen so hard that you could’ve damaged it permanently if they were daggers. But after a minute or two you looked at him again, this time staring at his eyes. Long, white lashes that framed his beautiful violet irises. He blinked once, twice, line of sight never moving away from the screen.

With a smile you went back to the movie. The protagonist was rushing through the streets in an ambulance, coming up with the most insane plan to get his lover back. Your favourite part was coming up soon, you glanced towards Toge once more just to find him typing away in his phone.

“Toge!” you frowned, then reached for a pillow to hit him in the head with it “what are you doing?!”

He giggled, shrinking in his own space in reaction to the hit.

“Tuna” he shook his phone in his hand and staring back at you as if the answer wasn’t obvious enough: texting.

“Who are you even texting?!”

Toge tapped the screen. Suddenly your phone ringed.

“You were texting me?” your eyes widened and your face turned red in embarrassment “… sorry”

Toge’s little snickers reached your ears as your hands searched across the blanket. While trying to find your phone the sound of the text notifications ringed two more times.

“I thought we were watching the movie, why are you staring at me so much?”

“ 'wHo aRe yOu tExTiNg ?! '

why do you wanna know? are you jealous (:? ”

“You idiot” you hit him with the pillow once again and he laughed out loudly this time “of course I’m not jealous, why would I be jealous?! don’t be ridiculous!”

“Shake, shake!” he fought off your pillow attacks with his arms.

“I just wanted to make sure you were paying attention to the movie!”

“Tch” he rolled his eyes and moved close to you “tuna mayo?”

The sorcerer pointed to you, then to your eyes and then at himself, raising an eyebrow.

“I wasn’t staring at you like that, i just wanted to see your reactions to the movie, obviously”

Toge snorted, incredulously.

“I’m telling the truth!” you tried to push him away but he caught your hand in his, bringing you even closer.

“Okaka” he shook his head.

He placed his index on your forehead, then on your lips, and then placed it over his own lips.

“You think I want to kiss you?” immediately a complicit smile brightened his face, he nodded and chuckled at how quickly you picked up what he meant “you’re becoming insufferable ever since you kissed me, you know that? where is all this confidence coming from?”

Toge rolled his eyes and then pointed at you once again.

“Duh”

You couldn’t help but laugh at that.

“Me? Oh I see, the moment I start sneaking glances at you throughout a movie you get all smug”

Chuckling, he ended up resting his head on your shoulder, his frame shaking from his laughter.

“Fine. Yes, I’ve been thinking about it the whole time” you whispered, smiling, he held your other hand too.

“Mhmm” he knew. He totally knew.

So he raised his head and placed a kiss on your cheek. Then underneath your jaw. Then on the corner of your lips.

“Toge!” giggling, you tried to pull back, but he squeezed your hands and made sure to keep you in place.

Until he finally kissed your lips, tilting his head slightly and pulling you close until your body was over his and his back was leaned backwards. His arms slithered their way around your waist and you clung from his shoulders, kissing him back.

None of you noticed, but in your TV screen the two protagonists shared a sweet kiss too.

[mountttmase]

A Mountain To Climb: The Sequel

Chapter Four

Note - so this is the Chelsea chapter. If we can just imagine this is set before he moved that would be great 😂 I’d really love some feedback on this so please let me know what you think 🩷

Pairing - Mason Mount × Reader

Word count - 5.7K

Warnings - series will contain fluff, smut and angst

Masterlist

Nervous.

That was the overwhelming feeling rushing through your veins as you smoothed out your shirt in the mirror, turning round to catch sight of the name and number on the back that sent a flutter through your chest.

Today was a big day, your second game back at the bridge and your first as Masons… whatever you were. You weren’t official, having only been on a handful of dates now but you both knew the pair of you were together, even referring to him as such to a colleague at work and you blushed at the thought of him finding out even though it felt natural.

The only game you’d ever been to was with Freya so you were a bit more stressed this time as you were going with Sophia and you knew it would be a different experience. This time you’d be sat in a box rather than in the stands and you wondered if you should of got changed into something a bit nicer but Freya had reassured you it was just a game not a fashion show and you’d be fine in whatever so you popped on a pair of comfy cargos and grabbed one of Masons hoodies you’d stolen before making sure your hair was how you wanted it.

You quickly put your phone into your bag and locked up your flat before flying downstairs to jump into Sophia’s car. You gave her a big smile that she returned, her eyes scanning over your shirt as she giggled before your eyes fell to her matching one.

‘We’ll have to have a picture taken, the Chelsea wives’ she giggled as she started the car

‘I think it’s a bit early to start calling me his wife, we’re not even official yet’

‘Oh shush, it’s only a matter of time. Pretty sure Kai referred to you as his girlfriend the other day so Mason must be fine with it. Anyway are you excited for the game?’

‘Yeah, I mean I barely know what’s happening but I’ve never been in a box before’

‘Don’t worry, I’m a seasoned veteran. Stick with me and you’ll be fine’ she reassured you so that’s exactly what you did, linking arms so you didn’t get lost as she lead you to your box. You could see at lot more from up here and you sat chatting away until you watched the boys run out for their warm up.

You knew Mason was concentrating so you didn’t mind him not looking your way but as they started to head in you watched his head whip up to you, a warm smile on his face as he sent you a wave that you returned but you stared at him in confusion as he made a twirly motion with his finger. You were unsure of what he wanted before you realised he was asking to see his name on the back of your shirt. You turned around slightly to let him see it and you watched his smile grow, blowing you a kiss before he was hurried inside and you took your seat again.

‘I miss the honeymoon phase. Kai never blows me kisses anymore’ Sophia sulked just as a few of the other girls turned up. Sophia gave you a quick introduction and you tried to act normal and relax but you immediately felt awkward. You’d always been a little insecure but around big groups of gorgeous girls, who wouldn’t be, but this felt different. This was a whole new world for you and you felt yourself shrinking as you took them in. Head to toe in designer clothes that you could only imagine the price of and as everyone chatted away you could only sit and think about how embarrassed Mason would be when he saw you later.

It wasn’t just the clothes though, you’d gotten better about being around other people, no longer shutting everyone out but it was at times like this, surrounded by lots of people that you didn’t really know that made you panic. In your head everyone hated you and deep down you were overwhelmed about how many new people you were suddenly letting in to your life like never before. You felt wondering what everyone thought of you, the rude scruffy girl that doesn’t talk to anyone and even though you knew it was a little bit silly but you couldn’t stop the thoughts rushing through your brain.

‘I um, I’m just going inside for a sec’ you told Sophia quietly. ‘I won’t be long’ and with that you shuffled back through the doors, not heading in any particular direction but just away from everyone so you could find a quiet corner to catch your breath for a second. Everywhere was packed though and you could feel your breathing becoming laboured as you freaked out internally, eventually making a beeline for a corridor you knew you weren’t meant to go down but you didn’t care in this particular moment. You just needed to feel safe and this seemed like the most logical option.

You could hear the muffled sounds of people at the other end behind a closed door but you couldn’t see anyone so you sunk to the floor, putting you head in between your knees so you could take some breaths and calm yourself down. It was like you couldn’t get a breath in and you knew your eyes were filled with tears but you forced yourself to count to ten in some attempt to calm yourself and you could feel your breathing start to even out.

‘Y/n? Is that you?’ You suddenly heard, whipping your head around to see Woody stood where you’d just come from, a look of concern on his face and you felt relief flood your veins at the sight of him. You’d met Woody a couple of times at Masons house recently and you knew Mason had opened up to him about you in the past but he’d always been nothing but sweet every time you’d seen him, even teaming up with you to tease Mason over silly things and you were thankful Mason had a friend like him.

‘H-hey, I um, I needed some air and I got a bit lost’ you told him, scrambling to stand up as he gave you a reassuring smile.

‘That’s alright. You’re sat in the box, right?’ He questioned and you sent him a small nod. ‘Me too, come on. I’ll come sit with you yeah?’

‘Yeah, t-thanks Woody’ you nodded shakily as you followed him back out. You noticed the game had already started but it was only a few minutes you’d missed and your eyes scanned the pitch to try and find Mason as Woody took up the free seat next to you. It didn’t take long to catch his eyes as he was was periodically looking up but you watched his shoulders relax once he smiled at you.

The game was long and intense with nothing to separate the two teams in the end. A goalless draw that you could tell Mason was unhappy with but at least it wasn’t a loss this time. You followed everyone out, throwing Masons hoodie on as you went so you could make your way to the players lounge to wait for him and as soon as you as you got into the lift with Woody you felt a text come through, opening your phone to see a message from Freya. She was currently out shopping for dresses for her graduation ball and asked if you could approve of her choices.

‘Hey woody? Are you single?’ You asked, following him over to one of the comfy chairs and taking a seat next to him.

‘Y/n I’m flattered, but I think Mason would kill me’ he joked and you rolled your eyes as his attempt at humour.

‘I’m not asking for me you wombat’ you laughed, quickly pulling up the same picture of Freya for him to see. ‘This is my best friend’ you told him, watching his eyes widen as his cheeks grew slightly pink at the sight of her. You knew that look, it was the same one Mason gave you often and caused a lightbulb to go off in your head.

‘She’s very pretty but I get the feeling she’d eat me alive’

‘Yeah you’re probably right’ you laughed ‘She’s a bit of a handful’ you told him but you knew Freya needed someone to soften her up a little bit and Woody seemed like a nice choice. She was still upset that Ben was off the market now and you’d made it your mission to try and find her a date a least but maybe Woody was just a bit too sweet for her. ‘I’m just popping to the loo’ you whispered, slotting passed him so you could make sure you looked presentable for when Mason came out, even though you felt anything but and when you rounded the corner on your way back out you saw him with Woody. There was a concerned look painted on his face and you knew why as soon as Woody nodded his head to the corridor he’d found you in earlier. ‘Fuck sake Woody’ you breathed, hoping to of kept your little episode to yourself earlier but you knew Mason knew now so you dusted yourself off and walked over like nothing was wrong.

‘Hey’ he smiled softly as soon as he saw you, his eyes lighting up as he held his out his arm out for you to tuck yourself under and he kissed your forehead gently as you settled into his side. All feelings of being insecure now out the window as you watched the loving smile spread over his face.

‘Hey Mase, good game’

‘Could of been better but it’s fine’ he smiled before his eyes were back on Woody. ‘So I’ll see you in the morning yeah?’

‘Yeah just text me when you’re up’ he nodded before smiling at you. ‘Was good to see you y/n, I’ll see you guys around’ he told you and after a quick goodbye he was gone, leaving you and Mason alone. The pair of you hadn’t spoken about what you were doing after the game, assuming he would want to go home and rest but now you were in his embrace you weren’t sure you wanted to leave him.

‘You coming back to mine?’ He whispered into your hair and you felt your body erupt in goosebumps as soon as he spoke, pulling back to look at his soft smile.

‘I didn’t know if you’d want me to’ you laughed and he rolled his eyes playfully as he squeezed your shoulder. ‘I thought you might be tired and want to be alone’

‘You really are a funny one’ he laughed, removing himself from you so he could grab your hand. ‘Of course I want you to, I need a cuddle and some tlc’ he told you jokingly, pulling you by the hand to the exit where his car was. He was quiet the whole ride but you knew he was just thinking about the game so you kept quiet too, returning the small smile he gave you when you were almost back at his.

‘You hungry or anything?’ He asked as he lead you into the kitchen. ‘I can cook for us or we could order something’

‘I can cook for us, Mase. You’ve been running about for ages I bet that’s the last thing you wanna do’

‘I don’t mind’ he told you, holding you by your cheeks so he could kiss you softly for the first time that day. ‘You know I’d do anything for you’

‘How about we do it together’ you reasoned, leading him over to the fridge where you got a few things out to make some pasta dish you always had at home and he seemed happy enough to take your lead and chop what you told him too. You saw his eyes light up again when you finally took his hoodie off before coming to help him, kissing your cheek as you came to stand next to him and you could tell how happy he was with his name on your back.

‘You wanna sit on the sofa? Or I could go set our table up in the other room?’ He winked and your heart tugged at the memory of having dinner with him after work that one time.

‘The sofa’s fine’ you told him, knowing he’d probably still not be in the mood to talk all that much and at least you could watch tv on the sofa and not try to force him to speak. In the end he put some random show on Netflix on as you ate, and just as you had suspected he was quiet throughout until you’d both finished. Soon after he took your plate out so he could stack everything in the dishwasher before coming back to join you.

‘Come here, I need a cuddle’ he whispered, holding his arms out for you to climb into. ‘Sorry if I’ve been a bit quiet, I just get a bit grumpy when games don’t go my way’

‘It’s okay’ you reassured him, holding him tighter and kissing his chest. ‘I understand’

‘I need to ask you about something actually’ he said, pulling back so you could look at each other and your tummy gave a flutter when he tucked your hair behind your ear. ‘Don’t be mad at him but Woody told me what happened today. That he found you in the corridor?’ he told you softly and you couldn’t look at him anymore, hiding your face out of embarrassment as you knew he was going to make you speak about it. ‘What happened baby? Talk to me’

‘It was nothing-‘

‘Don’t say that’

‘I’m just at bit embarrassed’ you laughed, looking up to him again but his kind expression softened you. ‘I guess I’m just not used to being around so many people, like that many girls? And they’re all dressed so nice and I’m sat there looking like this’ you laughed softly but he looked at you confused. ‘I just got it in my head that they all hated me and i didn’t fit in so I made a run for it’ you laughed as his hand came up to stroke your cheek. ‘ I didn’t know where I was going and I got a bit lost I guess. I just wanted a bit of quiet so I could get my breath back and my head together but Woody found me at the worst possible time’

‘Well I’m glad he did. He seemed a really concerned when he told me, I think you really freaked him out’ he laughed.

‘I’ll make it up to him’ you winked as he tickled your sides and the horrified look on Masons face made you realise what you’d said sounded like something completely different.

‘You bloody will not’

‘Not like that you perv, I was thinking of something else’

‘Not to sure I wanna know. And anyway don’t change the subject’ he scolded lightly, ‘Are you sure you’re alright?’

‘I’m fine I promise. I just had a moment. I’m still trying to adjust to… everything, you know? Trying to let people in and be normal but I don’t feel like I fit in sometimes. Like seeing everyone looking how they did I just thought you might be a bit embarrassed of me’ you laughed. ‘I’ll get there but it’s hard to change the habit of a lifetime. My instinct is to block people out but I don’t want to come across as rude’

‘I know’ he told you, kissing your forehead. ‘But you know I don’t give a shit about what you wear, right? And I could never be embarrassed of you, you’re the most beautiful girl in the world to me. If anything I prefer you dressed like this than some of the shit I see the others in’

‘Really?’ You laughed, tears stinging in the backs of your eyes but you held them in.

‘Of course. I like you for who you are not what you’re dressed in and I thought you looked sexy as hell today he winked before letting out a big yawn. ‘Shit sorry, it’s been a long day’

‘That’s okay, I can get going if you want’

‘No wait’ he told you, eyes scanning your face quickly before looking into your eyes. ‘Will you stay? Like here, tonight. With me?’

‘What like sleep over?’ You asked, unsure as to what he meant as he was stumbling over his words a bit.

‘Yeah. If you want to that is’

‘I’d love to but don’t have anything thing with me’

‘That’s okay, you can borrow something of mine to sleep in and I’ve got loads of toiletries and stuff in the guest room you can use’

‘I hope that doesn’t mean I have to sleep in the guest room’ you joked as he pulled you up but he just shook his head with a laugh, leading you upstairs and into the main bathroom. He showed you where everything was before starting the shower up for you so it could warm up before dropping a kiss on your forehead.

‘I’ll go find you some stuff to wear, yeah? I’ll leave it on the side just put on whatever you’re comfortable in’

‘Thank you’ you told him shyly and he smiled down at you before pulling you into a hug.

‘Anything for you’ he whispered and you were so close to asking him to stay and shower with you but something held you back. ‘I’m just over the hall when you’re done, I’ll leave my door open’ he told you and with that he was gone.

You hadn’t heard him come in but when you got out of the shower there was a neat pile of his things next to the sink and once you were dry you pulled on his top and a pair of his boxers before padding over to his room. It was the first time you’d been up here and you felt almost like you were intruding even though the door was open so you gave it a gentle knock in hopes in could hear you.

‘Come in’ he sung with a gentle laugh, and and you felt yourself blush as you poked your head around the door, feeling a little silly now as you made your way over to him with a few of the other things he’d left out for you bunched up in your arms. ‘Well don’t you look cute’ he winked as he emptied your arms and popped everything back in his wardrobe. It was only then you realised he was only in a pair of boxers himself and your mouth went dry as your eyes raked over his body.

Including your little McDonald’s trip, you’d been on six dates with Mason however nothing had progressed passed a steamy kiss at the end of the night. It’s not like you both hadn’t had the chance to take things a bit further but Mason always had an early morning or somewhere to be. At first you didn’t think anything of it, he told you he wanted to take things slowly and you understood why but at this point you figured it might be something more. If anything you were surprised he’d even asked you to stay tonight. You knew you needed to talk to him about it and you told yourself if he didn’t try anything tonight then you would, not sure how long you could go without having him in some way when he was looking the way he was.

‘You okay, love?’ He asked, making his way back to you, his hands on your hips so he could pull you into his body and you shivered and your fingers touched the warm skin of his chest.

‘Yeah, I’m fine’ you whispered shyly before he bent his head to place a soft kiss on your lips.

‘I know it’s early, but do you wanna get in?’ He asked, nodding towards his bed and the pair of you climbed in. Your hopes of anything further happening though were soon dashed when he rested his head on your chest and cuddled into your side so he could get comfortable before shutting his eyes. ‘Night babe’ he yawned but you knew your voice would betray you so you just kissed his forehead in hopes that would be enough.

You felt a bit silly, getting upset at the fact he seemingly didn’t want to sleep with you but it was more than that. You understood things had ended in the worst possible way the first time you’d slept together but now it felt like he didn’t trust you and you couldn’t even speak to him about it. You weren’t sure if he was fully asleep but his breathing was slow so you carefully pushed him off and rolled over to face away from him before you felt the tears that had welled in your eyes eventually spill out.

It wasn’t long before you heard Mason sigh behind you, shuffling a little until his chest hit your back but you buried your face in the pillow so he couldn’t see you.

‘Hey, what’s up?’ He asked gently, kissing your shoulder as he stroked your side but when you didn’t answer him he nestled his head into your neck. ‘It’s okay, you don’t have to tell me. I think I know what it is’ he sighed, sounding defeated. ‘It’s not that I don’t want you, trust me I really fucking do. I just…’ he trailed off, sounding a bit upset himself and you quickly turned to look into his glossy eyes.

‘Tell me what’s wrong’ you whispered, searching his face for some answers but you were coming up short. ‘You can tell me, you know? Even if you think it’ll upset me or whatever I just need us to be on the same page’

‘I know, I just… I’m a bit scared’ he laughed, a few tears escaping that you quickly brushed away. ‘And I know we should of spoken about it before but I didn’t want to make you feel bad or anything’

‘You know I’d never do that to you again’ you whispered, knowing you were both referring to that fateful night. You kissed his nose as he nodded his head in your hand, deep down knowing that you wouldn’t but it was still in his head. ‘I get why you’re scared and I’m so sorry-‘

‘No dont’ he protested, raising up slightly so he could tower over you. ‘You really don’t need to apologise again. I don’t want you to feel like you need to be sorry all the time because I know you are and that you mean it. It’s me, you know? I thought if we took things slowly I’d be fine but I think I’m just overthinking things’

‘I just feel like I’ve ruined this for us’

‘You haven’t ruined anything baby, I swear’ he told you gently, your whole body feeling warm at the sight of his smile.

‘Maybe I’ve been overthinking too. I know it’s just sex and not something to get upset about like I have but when you kept saying you were busy and stuff I thought… I don’t know maybe we were spending all this time together and you didn’t find me attractive anymore or you realised you didn’t like me or… it doesn’t matter. But I need you to listen to me’ you told him, reaching up to hold his face so he could look at you in your eyes. ‘I’m not going anywhere, I swear. You’re my safe place, Mason and I’m not stupid enough to mess that up again’ you told him, both of you silently crying as you tried to reassure the boy in front of you but you could see see him blushing even in the darkness. ‘I know where I belong, Mase and that’s right here with you. I’m so sorry I ever made you doubt that’

You saw him go to say something but he stopped himself, shaking his head lightly before dipping down to kiss you and you hummed appreciatively into his mouth. You thought it would just be a quick kiss but when you felt him move to position himself in between your legs you knew he was about to give you what you wanted and you smiled onto his lips when you felt him press against your core.

‘Maybe we just need to take the plunge and try again?’ He whispered against your neck and you felt the excitement run through you at what he might be propositioning.

He pulled back, shuffling on his knees before pulling you up by your hands so you could sit up and he pulled his top from you in one swift motion before his hands were at his boxers you were currently wearing, tugging them off of you legs so you were laid completely bare beneath him.

‘I can’t believe I made think that you’re not attractive’ he said lowly as his eyes raked over you. ‘You’re fucking perfect to me, I adore every inch of you’ he told you, his lips attaching to your neck as your fingers dived into his hair. ‘I’ve missed your body so much’

‘Mase’ you gasped, but he was quick to kiss you in attempts to silence you.

‘I know baby, just relax’ he whispered, kissing down your body until he got to your core and you felt the excitement bubbling up inside you. He didn’t give you a chance to say anything else before attaching his lips to where you needed and you melted into his touch. It had been so long since you’d felt him and you’d forgotten at how good he was with this tongue.

‘Fucking hell, Mase. You’re so good at that’ you told him as he moaned into you. You chanced a look down and his big brown eyes were already looking up into yours causing a shiver to run through your body which was only made worse when you could tell he was smiling at you. You couldn’t help but push his face further into you as he made you feel good and his grip on your thighs tightened to the point of almost hurting but it only added to your pleasure.

He was taking his time with you, teasing you in a way only he knew how and even though this was the second time you’d been intimate it was like he knew your body already. Knew exactly where to touch you and kiss you and all the right words to help tip you over the edge. It didn’t take much though, you’d been waiting for weeks and you could feel your high bubbling to the surface already. When it finally hit, you squeezed your thighs around his head tightly which caused him to chuckle onto you and the vibrations only made it feel even better.

You didn’t give him a second to think when he eventually pulled away from you, rolling him over and popping yourself into the same position he had just been in so you could return the favour. You didn’t get a chance last time as he had made everything about you and the tent in his boxers was making your mouth water. You gripped the waist of his underwear and pulled them off him when he lifted his hips for you and you smiled at the way he sprung up against his tummy.

‘Sit up for me a little bit’ you told him, and you watched as he shuffled up the bed until his back was comfortable against the headboard. His wide eyes were looking down at you liked you’d cast some sort of spell over him, but he shut them as soon as your lips wrapped around him. You never got a chance to taste him last time since he was so focused on making you feel good but you were hellbent on showing him a good time this time around.

‘My god, y/n. Keep doing that’ he murmured, his hands now in your hair as he brushed it out of your face and you eyes caught his as a string of curse words fell from his pouty lips. ‘Keep going, baby’

You moaned onto him, his hands now slightly moving your head up and down as you spluttered around his length but you pushed through as you wanted to make it as good as you could for him but he was pulling you off soon after.

‘Come up here’ he breathed, pulling you up and helping you straddle him as he wiped your bottom lip and under your eyes before placing a heavy kiss on your lips. ‘You good?’

‘Yeah’ you smiled cheekily whilst rocking your hips over him once and you laughed as his eyes rolled back in his head at the feel of you.

‘You’re trouble’

‘Is that a problem?’

‘Not at all, I can’t get enough of you’ he breathed before kissing you again, his hands on your hips so he could grind you down against him before you couldn’t take it anymore and reached down to line him up with you. ‘Eyes on me, yeah’ he whispered and you rested your forehead on his as you sunk down onto him. You were bouncing up and down on him straight away and you did exactly as he said, keeping your eyes on his and the look on his face was making your tummy churn. ‘That’s it gorgeous, show me how much you want me’

‘Mase’ you whimpered, your hands on his shoulders now moving to his chest as his moved his hands to cup your boobs as he sucked on your neck. You could feel him everywhere, you skin covered in goosebumps as he finally gave you all of him.

‘I’m close baby, keep going’ he told you, his voice strained as his fingers trailed up your back. ‘I know you are too I can feel it’

As soon as Mason started pounding into you from underneath, you knew you didn’t have long left and only seconds later your high was ripping through you, causing Mason to finish just seconds after. You collapsed onto his chest as he wrapped his arms around you so you could get your breath back. His lips started trailing little kisses along your shoulder and you giggled into his neck as his beard tickled you.

‘Let me go get cleaned up and I’ll be back’ you told him once your breathing had returned to normal, and with a quick kiss on your nose, he helped lift you up so you could run off to the bathroom. You took a quick look at yourself in the mirror once you were done but this time you couldn’t stop smiling, itching to get back and into Masons arms. He was laying facing you as you came out and you returned his heartwarming smile as you slipped back under the covers.

‘You okay?’ He whispered, brushing your hair out of your face before pulling you into his arms and you held him back even tighter, hoping to let him know everything was fine.

‘I’m perfect’

‘I know you are’ he whispered and you tried to reply but a huge yawn stopped you. ‘Come on sleepy face, let’s get some shut eye’

‘Okay’ you laughed, kissing him softly as you both got settled. ‘Night Mase, see you in the morning’

‘Night beautiful’

The next morning you were awake before Mason and you used this to your advantage so you could spend a bit of time looking at him. He looked so cute as he laid there, blissfully unaware of how much your heart fluttered at the sight of his furrowed brows and pink lips that you wanted to kiss more than anything.

The urge to make him breakfast filled your mind so you sneakily got out of bed and put on his shirt before raiding his fridge and cupboards for something to make him but you didn’t get much of a chance to look before he was hurrying into the kitchen and wrapping you up in his arms.

‘Mase? What’s wrong?’ You laughed, pulling back to look at him but the look of relief on his face made you curious.

‘What are you doing down here?’

‘I was going to make you breakfast’ you laughed as he shut his eyes and shook his head.

‘You weren’t there when I woke up’ he said quietly and your heart sunk as he thought you’d gone again. You felt your eyes well up a little bit as he pulled back to look at you. ‘Sorry baby, please don’t get upset. It’s me being silly’ he reassured you as he pressed little kisses all over your face in attempts to cheer you up a slightly. ‘Why don’t I make you breakfast, yeah? Anything you want’

‘It’s fine’ you laughed, holding him by his cheeks so you could look at each other and let him know it didn’t matter but he must of been able to see right through you.

‘Please don’t get upset. It’s a me problem not a you one I promise’ he whispered into your hair as you fell against him, a sadness swimming through you at how panicked he’d been.

‘Yeah but I caused it’

‘And trust me I’ll be causing a lot of problems for you too’ he laughed kissing your forehead as you felt yourself smile slightly. ‘Now, what’s do you want me to make you for breakfast?’

‘We were pretty good at making dinner together last night so maybe we can do breakfast together’ you reasoned

‘Sounds perfect’ he smiled, dipping down to kiss you sweetly.

Tagged: @chaotic-taco-collector-blog @footiehoemcfc @mm-vii

[alastorgould]

Rocket's Backstory

*deep breath* God help me

This is the most inconsistent Marvel backstory and I, the top expert on Halfworld, am here to clear it up.

I'm going to split the variants into the following catagories: 1985, 2014, modern comics, show, and mcu. (the show is simply called Guardians of the Galaxy and is on disney+ and i highly recommend).

I have compiled a spreadsheet to go over the main points

As you can see, it's a shit show.

(As i go over the stories as best I can, please note that i am not a comic buff i am a 15 yo with Asperger's and an obsession with Halfworld and if i get something wrong plz don't be mad at me just tell me and I'll fix it :3)

1985 Rocket Raccoon- Rocket is a genetically modified caretaker on Halfworld, a mental asylum used to hold the insane of the galaxy, known as loonies/shrinks (extremely offence things to call mentally ill ppl but it was the 80'ssss). They have a book called the Halfworld Bible, which holds the secrets of the planets and it's people. The planet is ruled by Mayhem Mechaniks and Dyvynicies Inc; rival toy companies owened by Judson Jakes and Lord Dyvyne respectively. Jakes killed Lylla's parents to steal the company and it's... horrifying robot clowns. Pyko steals the Halfworld Bible for it's instructions on how to escape the planet in a giant human-shaped ship. Jakes and Dyvyne find out about this plot and team up to crash a party and there's a big battle and Rocket, Lylla, Pyko, Wal, Blackjack, and possibly Pyko escape Halfworld on the ship, leaving it in shambles as the loonies are left to the own devices to rebuilt the planet with their newfound wisdom (Pyko manages to 'cure' them)

2014 Rocket Raccoon (my fav series :3)- This one doesn't have much in the way of backstory, all we know is what Captain Sale gives us in the last book. Throughout the series it is shown that Rocket has no memory of his creation and believes he is the last of his kind. Until he ends up on Captain Sale's ship. She gives he the key to the Book of Halfworld and he takes 4 hours to read it. He is shown to be disgusted and horrified at the contents, leaving it with Sale and going home. (Clowns and the toy factory etc are mentioned, implying it is a sequel to the 1985 version.

Modern Comics- This section is specifically about v5 GotG #8 as I don't recall any other comics going into much detail. Here, there are loonies and robots, but no clowns. They must have thought it was too silly. Rocket is a therapy animal turned sentient with cruel experimentation. This is the first version of Rocket's backstory to show him sustaining significant and lasting trauma from his past. Not to mention the debilitating physical effects of having a metal skeleton and countless other weird things he doesn't understand. After his transformation, he is shown with the 1985 gang and other past team ups in a montage. It seems there is also an attempt at continuity here but it misses the mark a bit.

GotG Show 2015- This is by far the worst adaptation in my opinion, as it completely overhauls the story. So note that I have bias here. Here, Rocket is a simple Earth raccoon that has been transformed with the purpose of being a living weapon. His purpose was more 'artificial genius' than 'genetic marvel'. Immediately after being let into a more open enclosure, he meets Groot and effortlessly destroys the robots and steals a ravanger ship. After freeing all the creatures, of course.

(i am unable to provide images for this section as disney is a pussy ass company and won't let me screenshot but just imagine it sucking)

MCU- Anyone reading this has already seen the movies but I'll go over it anyway. The High Evolutionary is a man trying to recreate a sentient Earth-like planet by modifying creatures. Rocket is one of these poor souls. He lives his early years in a cage with Floor, Lylla, and Teefs. Rocket manages to open the cage one day, only to have his friends shot in front of him by the High Evolutionary. He then escapes. He meets Groot later in a well, not shown but confirmed by James Gunn.

Wow this took long to write. Time for the conclusion. Here i will 'average out' all the stories and throw in my personal theories.

My version- Halfworld is an insane asylum built by the Kree where they experiment on mentally ill people to try to cure them(we used to do this here on earth until the 60's). The 'toy factory' is a cover-up for this operation. The robot 'doctors' use clown faces to put the patients at ease. But what do psycho robot doctors do when the asylum is abandoned and not longer supplied with patients? They turn to the animal inhabitants on the planet. The Halfworld Bible/ Book of Halfworld is an engineering manual documenting the disgusting progress of making an innocent creature sentient. Pyko frees his people after decades of slavery in a grand rebellion and Lylla becomes the Priestess and guardian of the book like in 1985. Unfortunately, during the rebellion, 89P13 and Groot get stuck in an escape pod and sent away from the Keystone Quadrent, leading him to believe all of his people are dead or re-enslaved.

I think this version harnesses the soul and vibe of all the backstories while making it make more sense in the long run.

I had a lot of fun putting this together and I hope y'all appreciate it :D (Follow for more Halfworld content <3)

[cosmica-galaxy]

You know, madcom self oware au is great but do you wanna know another hyperfixation id like to see develop in a similar fashion, Pizza Tower, hear me out (warning, i never played the game)

Either Peppino would be put off by the sudden feeling of warmth and airiness as he enters the tower or he would be too stressed to think on it too hard and just brush it off as a side effect of the tower. Perhaps a bit of both but eventually he gets used to it the further he gets through the tower, even calming some of his anxiety when he feels like he's about to explode. Whenever he's in a tight spot and his fight or flight response suddenly turns to freeze there's always something pushing him onward out of danger. Like it's holding his hand, guiding him.

The further he goes the more apparent it becomes to him that that warmness he's feeling isn't normal. Whenever he gets hurt a significant amount of times he swears he could hear someone swear, he later blames it on his adrenaline and moves on. It wasn't till he reached his look alike's abandoned restaurant, incoherent scribbles on the walls, he didn't pay them much heed, something he regrets but he had a mission to accomplish. Though someone did put a temporary stopper in that, him, or rather a version of him. It screeches upon seeing him, crawling and scratching the walls as it ran straight towards him at a speed that matched his own, taken by surprise Peppino coldent doge in time as it lunged at him. Though against all odds he did not feel its teeth clamp down on his exposed neck it just locked itself around him… Menacingly, slurred speech spilled from his doppelganger's mouth, one word being persistently used than others. Peppino in his tired haze tried deciphering it, and when he did a chill went down his spine. It didn't want to kill him, no, it wanted to get closer to the warmth.

It all made sense now although this thing, or whatever they were, controlling him didn't seem to have any bad intentions, it's proved itself to be trustworthy seemingly keeping his well being into account. Though the thought of there being an alternate motive was still on the table, what could you want? Eh, otherwise he sees no reason to fear it, though he is a bit embarrassed, the prospect that someone was watching him made him shrink in on himself a bit, he doesn't like being watched, especially by something that he can't see.

…

He's running, running for his life again for the hundredth time this afternoon, down the winding stairs of the tower with every of its residents trailing behind him, the structure crumbling all around them as they make their exit. The moment his feet made contact with the obnoxiously green grass he could feel the warmth fleat oway from his body. It was like having ice cold water dunked on you, the sudan change forced him to his knees.

...

He couldn't get that warmth out of his head, the longer he thought about it the more sentimental he became, something or someone out there seeking to help him made him joyfull. There aren't many that will give out their services without gaining something in return, something he's very familiar with. Part of him wishes he could feel that reassuring warmth again, but maby it was for the better. What were you, would he want to know… Although he will never cross whatever you are again he will forever know you as…

The ghost of Pizza Tower

…

Until the sequel comes out :Pizza Tower two, the search for more money:

*PUTS THIS ASK IN MY MOUTH AND SHAKES IT AROUND EVERYWHERE* YES!! YES TO ALL OF THIS!!! I can imagine how Peppino must've felt throughout the whole tower. He was primarily alone, I mean he had Gustavo and such with him throughout most of his Journey, but he was still facing up the big bads all by himself. But that warmth is constantly with him all the way through the tower. It tells him where to go, what to do, how to find something, and imagine if the Player was very good at the game. Like this wasn't their first rodeo. Peppino is so confused at how the "feelings" he gets are nearly almost always right. There WAS a secret here, there IS a topping here, ect. It gets to the point that he starts to listen to the Player's inputs almost automatically. Once they are up halfway through the tower, Peppino fully trusts what this otherworldly force is and allows it to guide him through the tower. The bosses are practically nothing to Peppino, I mean he may get hit once or twice, but the overall battle is a total breeze. Still, Peppino is wondering if the warmth has something to do with the presence of the being. His theory is confirmed when he gets to the freezer level, in which he's cold, but not freezing or frozen like Gustavo is during Pizza Time. He's literally in a t-shirt, tank top, and pants with black shoes. How is he staying so warm? It HAD to be the entity that he can't see that's following him around everywhere. Then during the final battle, his adrenaline is maxed to the fullest limit while the being is with him every step of the way during the fight. The heat surrounding him repels the rain and fuels his desire to pummel his rivals into dust. If he had to say something else, he could swear he would periodically hear a voice from somewhere cheering him on to kick their asses. To which he obliges. Once it's all said and done and the tower collapses, and Peppino suddenly finds a chill resting on his shoulders that he can't seem to shake. Hours, if not days, after the tower falls...Peppino is persistently thinking about what happened in the tower and what that entity was. Why did it help him and why was it so...warm? Why is everything now suddenly so much colder without them? Were they attached to the tower and once it collapsed they just...simply cease to be? Did they help him even though they knew it would result in their own demise? Peppino feels a feeling similar to grief or sorrow as the more he thinks about it, the more he feels horrible knowing that something out there cared enough about him to "die" to protect his way of life. Maybe he should visit the ruins of the tower sometime...maybe if he's lucky...they're still in the rubble somewhere. Then he'll get to feel that warmth again. -- This AU is inspired by the original Madcom Self Aware AU by Saltymongoose here on tumblr! Go check it out if you like madcom or self aware concepts!

[royalwhumpness]

Beetlejuice Beetlejuice - Reimagined [Fanfic Chapter 2]

Frustrated with her mom, again, Astrid hops on her bike and sets off around town. She'd done this countless times before--it has always been her go-to way to find some peace or make sense of everything going on.

If you'd like to read this or the first chapter on AO3 you can go here!

Beetlejuice Beetlejuice didn’t quite live up to my expectations. I was disappointed by some of the creative choices, particularly in how certain characters were portrayed and the story direction. This fic is my re-imagining of the movie, reflecting how I feel the characters and story could have been better developed.

Foreword: I wanted to mention the tone of the story. You might be thinking, "GoldenOra (or royalwhumpness on tumblr), this isn't funny, Beetlejuice is a comedy." And you're right. But! My rebuttal is to ask you to be patient.

These are establishing chapters, and I want to give the sequel everything I felt the movie deserved. If you read the script of the first film without hearing the dialogue or seeing the visuals, it wouldn't come across as funny either at first. Beetlejuice was not really a laugh-out-loud movie (of course it had its moments). The humor comes from how the lines are delivered, how the scenes are framed, and the characters' costumes--those elements are what made the original so comical.

WARNING: The NOTE after the chapter has some spoilers if you've never seen the movie.

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Astrid paused at the foot of the hill, her eyes drifting towards the town’s entrance, framed by the familiar bridge. She’d crossed it countless times, but today, everything seemed washed out—the colors of the day and the buildings dull and lifeless. The town square just beyond barely expanded, with only a few residential streets fanning out. She and her bike had explored nearly every road, sidewalk, and public lawn in this place.    Her tires rumbled over the bridge. The roads on the other side she could ride blindfolded—if not for the occasional car or passerby. At least here, she could lose herself, drifting into her thoughts and daydreams as she pedaled.

   Before she moved away, she used to ride through the small town, thrilled to say goodbye to the old buildings. Bigger things were waiting, and she looked forward to the day when her old life would shrink into the distance behind her. But boarding school wasn’t as grand as she’d pictured. No antique wooden walls, the floors weren’t speckled stone, and the library was far from magical. “Well, this isn’t Europe,” she mused, offering herself a small excuse for the disappointment—just a regular building with linoleum floors, fluorescent lights, and plaster walls.

   Her bike sped through the town center, up a small hill, onto a quiet residential street. It was far enough from home that she could pretend, even for a moment, that it was somewhere else entirely.

   Despite the plainness of the school, she still managed to bury her nose in academic and fiction books alike, but she mostly kept to her room. Her roommate was friendly enough, though they rarely saw each other. Astrid was surprised to find that most of the students were pretty nice. Back in her small town, her family had always stood out. She’d taken after her mom, wearing darker clothes, and often borrowed or was gifted eccentric pieces from her grandma’s closet. While the locals back home would occasionally give her stares or glares—though they should’ve been used to it by now—no one at boarding school seemed to care. This time, it was Astrid who found herself staring at students sporting mohawks and leather jackets with spikes.

   Finally on the residential street, Astrid passed by quaint houses untouched by corporate sameness, each one displaying its own varied and charming architecture. Some lawns boasted lush gardens, while others had neatly trimmed grass with swing sets, lawn chairs, or empty above-ground pools.    Her effort to climb the incline paid off as she reached the top of the hill. This was her favorite part—racing downhill. She paused for a moment, just as she did at the bottom of the hill near her own home, and took in the new view. A brief sense of gratitude washed over her that she hadn’t grown up in a big city. As she began her descent, one or two pedals were all she needed before gravity took over, pulling her effortlessly toward the bottom.    The wind grew harsher as she picked up speed, drying out her eyes. For a fleeting moment, she considered closing them and letting whatever happened, happen, but not wanting to test fate, she blinked, trying to coax tears back into them. The world flickered from blurry to black and back again as she did, making her miss the open manhole directly in her path. At the last second, she spotted the dark void in the street and swerved sharply, her bike veering off into a new route, slipping between houses and into someone’s backyard. She crashed into a tree, her head smacking against its rough bark, and everything went black.

   “Hey, can you hear me? You awake? Ah, she probably can’t hear me.”    The voice echoed in her skull, bouncing around like a stray thought. She could’ve sworn she also heard church bells, though it might have just been the warning sign of an oncoming migraine. Slowly, she opened her eyes, only for the sunlight to pierce through her pupils, setting her brain on fire.    “Ah.” She covered her eyes with her hands.    “Okay, so she’s awake. Can she hear me? Hello? Can you hear me? Probably not.”    Peeking through her fingers, Astrid saw the tree she’d crashed into—and an old treehouse nestled in its branches. A teenage boy, about her age, maybe a little older, was leaning out from the doorway, checking on her.    “Sorry…” she muttered, moving her hands to shield her eyes again. “Sorry I crashed into your tree. I just need a minute.”    “Holy shit,” he exclaimed, sounding genuinely shocked. The treehouse creaked as its ladder rattled beneath him, and he climbed down quickly.    “Hey, it’s cool. Just take your time,” he said, now standing beside her. “You really hit your head hard. You probably have a concussion.”

   Astrid sat up slowly, moving her hands from her eyes to her forehead. She winced as her fingers brushed the bruise just above her hairline. Now that her vision had cleared, she could finally see who she was talking to.    He was cute. Tall and lanky, with soft reddish-brown hair that puffed up, defying gravity. His large hazel eyes were gentle and kind.    “I think I’ll be okay,” she said, offering a small smile. “I’m Astrid. Sorry again for crashing into your yard…and then your tree.”    He laughed. “I’m Jeremy. No, it’s really ok.” He looked at her with genuine interest. “It’s really nice to meet you. Where’re you from?”    “From here,” she replied, pointing toward the hill that loomed over the town. “I live in that house.”    “No way, the ghost house? You’re Lydia’s daughter? She’s a legend!” Astrid smiled.    “Yep, that’s my mom.”    Jeremy’s eyes widened. “Wow, so that explains—uh, the clothes.” He gestured vaguely at her outfit: a long black t-shirt, baggy black cargo pants, and chunky black shoes. She had a thick choker around her neck and her hair styled in a spiky bun.    “I just came from a funeral,” Astrid said matter-of-factly.    Jeremy smiled. “Ah, I see. So what are you doing in my neck of the woods?”    “I needed a break from family.”    Jeremy took in a sharp breath, glancing back at his house. “I hear ya.”    “Family drama?” Astrid asked, recognizing the look of child/parent tension in his expression.

   “Yeah, my parents and I don’t really get along,” Jeremy admitted. He glanced between Astrid and his treehouse. “But I don’t want to bore you with that.” He bounced a little on the balls of his feet and gave a sheepish grin. “Hey, I know we just met, but would you like to see inside?” He pointed up at the tree.    Astrid offered a small, shy smile. “Um, I’d like to, but—“    “I hope I’m not coming off too strong,” Jeremy interrupted, holding his hands up in a gentle, defensive gesture.    “Oh, no, it’s not that. I just… I guess I could.” Astrid said in a soft, hesitating voice. Her eyes darted from the tree to the road and back. Connecting with people had always been tough for her, even when they showed kindness and interest. She longed for friends, but the right words often eluded her.    “Oh, great!” Jeremy beamed.    Astrid looked up at the treehouse, which appeared old and somewhat unkempt. “Is it safe? I don’t want to fall through and hit my head again.”    Jeremy snickered, “It should be; it’s pretty sturdy wood. Don’t be fooled by the rotting parts; it’s held firm since my dad was a kid. Besides, I think you’ll like what’s inside.” Astrid smiled at his warmth and charm. Jeremy climbed the ladder ahead of her. “I’m excited to show you my collection.”    “Collection of what?” she asked, following him.    “You’ll see.”

   When she reached the top and stepped inside, Jeremy spread his arms in a welcoming gesture. “Welcome!” The interior was cozy, adorned with rugs, posters, string lights, and a collection of nostalgic memorabilia. In the back, by a window, was a record player and a crate full of old records. Astrid’s eyes lit up as she took it all in.    “May I?” she asked, pointing to the crate.    “Of course, that’s what I wanted to show you.”    “Awesome.” Astrid began to finger through the album covers, admiring their artwork.    “Would you like me to put something on?” Jeremy asked, coming to stand next to her. His proximity made Astrid smile, and she felt a flutter in her chest. She stiffened, wondering if the flutter was too loud. She glanced at him, but if he noticed, he didn’t show it. He pulled out a record by Pink Floyd. “How about ‘Dark Side of the Moon’? It’s a pretty chill album to have on while we get to know each other.” He flashed a cheeky grin, wiggling the album side to side.    Astrid chuckled, “Sure.”

   As the music began to play, adding a whimsical backdrop to the room, Astrid took a closer look at the decorations. The walls were adorned with posters of old movies and music: RoboCop, Nirvana, Ghostbusters, Fight Club, Green Day, and other iconic vintage classics.    “You really like the 80’s and 90’s,” Astrid said, shifting her attention to a small bookshelf.    “Yea, I guess I do.” Jeremy noticed her sifting through the books. “Do you like to read?”    “I do.” She pulled out a book, Poetry of Poe, and flipped through it absentmindedly. She smiled and quoted, “From a proud tower in the town, death looks gigantically down.”    Jeremy’s eyes widened with surprise. “Wow, The City in the Sea, I wouldn’t think many people know that one. Where’ve you been all my life?”    Astrid laughed, “Atop the hill, surrounded by ghosts, apparently.”    “Seen a lot of ghosts, have you?”    “No, actually,” she said, her tone becoming somber. She placed the book back on the shelf. “My mom says I saw one when I was four, but honestly, I don’t remember, and I haven’t seen one since.”    Jeremy looked puzzled, “No? Why not?”    She shrugged, “I couldn’t tell ya.” She settled into a beanbag chair across from the bookshelf, holding her stomach. It started to churn and threaten to bring up what she ate last.

   “So, this is a small enough town, why haven’t I seen you around?” Astrid’s voice sounded a little strained.    Jeremy had moved his attention to a small stand of classic VHS tapes beside the record crate. He looked over them mindlessly as he answered, “Oh I’m sure we’ve passed by each other here and there, but I go and stay with my grandparents quite often. It’s a small vacation away from Lucifer and his wife.” He jabbed his thumb over his shoulder, gesturing towards the house.    Astrid chuckled, “Ah, that might explain it. I did end up leaving for boarding school, so I haven’t been around much, myself.” She winced, groaning softly as she leaned forward, clutching her stomach a little tighter.    Hearing her, Jeremy’s focus shifted back to her, concern on his face. “You ok?” he asked, approaching her and kneeling by her side.    Astrid initially nodded but then shrugged. “I’m not sure. I suddenly feel sick.”    Jeremy glanced around the room, looking worried, and let out a defeated breath before saying, “Are you hungry? I don’t have any food around, sorry.”    She shook her head. “No, I don’t think so. I just feel nauseous.” She placed a hand on her forehead and groaned. “My head suddenly hurts.” She closed her eyes, wincing.    “Uh oh. I think you might actually have a concussion. You should head home.”    “Really? A concussion? This fast?”    “It can take some time for the symptoms to show up, and then—wham—it hits like a train.”    “Okay. Well, I should get home then.”    He helped her up. “I’ll go down first in case you’re feeling weak, so you don’t injure yourself more if you fall.” As he guided her down, Astrid noticed that he kept her hand in his a bit longer than necessary. Despite his warm eyes, warm smile, and warm charm, his hand felt surprisingly cold.    “Thank you,” she said softly.    At the bottom of the treehouse, before retrieving her bike, she turned to him. “Thank you for letting me see your treehouse. It’s really cool.”    “Thanks,” he said with a smile. “Maybe you can come back again sometime?’    She gave a small nod, “Yeah, that’d be cool.”    “Cool. Maybe tomorrow, if your head’s ok?”    “Sure, thanks, Jeremy.” She gave an awkward wave, and he chuckled.    “Bye, Astrid.”    She grabbed her bike and walked it back up the hill. When she glanced over her shoulder, she saw that he was still watching her. She smiled.

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END NOTES: Changes I've made (and plan to make) from the movie.

I’ve removed the fiancée/manager character entirely. I found him unnecessary, and his execution felt lacking. The overuse of mental health terms to villainize him and, by extension, the mental health movement, struck me as lazy and problematic. While his manipulative nature was meant to control Lydia, there was no positive representation to counterbalance his portrayal, leaving the audience with little context for his misuse. Instead, these issues were treated as punchlines, which, in my opinion, trivialized the subject matter.

In my version, Betelgeuse’s ex is introduced more subtly, with hints of her greater role as the main antagonist in a potential third installment: Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetljuice Her character was completely underutilized in the film, and I felt she was given one of the most anticlimactic ends for any villain.

Bob is not in this story.

I’ve slightly re-imagined the detective, a character with a lot of untapped potential. On the other hand, Jeremy was the standout character for me and should have been the central antagonist. I’ve developed his relationship with Astrid more deeply, creating a stronger emotional impact leading up to his betrayal.

Astrid, in my version, is a more realistic teenager—not the stereotypical brat she was in the movie. She and Lydia have a complex relationship, which, while strained, is more balanced. (Let’s not forget that Lydia herself was once a moody, gothic teen. She had personality, moped around, and resented her stepmother, but her characterization felt more nuanced and authentic than Astrid’s does here.)

I was also disappointed by Delia’s treatment in the sequel—she felt like a mere caricature of her original self, and I believe she deserved much more.

As for Betelgeuse, he went from being an outcast in the first film—someone you were warned against—to having an office and a legitimate business? That felt completely out of place. Much like Delia, he seemed like a caricature of his former self, and he’s significantly overpowered in this version. I’ve returned him to the chaotic, outcast anti-hero we all know.

If you enjoyed the movie, that’s great—everyone has different tastes, and I respect that. But I hope you’ll give this version a chance and maybe find something to enjoy here too. If, like me, you were left wanting more from the sequel, perhaps this re-imagining will help scratch that itch. It’s been a cathartic project for me, and I hope you enjoy the read.

[townslice]

Here's a concept of what a young Zin would look like! I imagine that young male Zevonians (Zin's species) would be born with long tails with relatively short hair, and as they grew up their tails would shrink as they become more equipped to balance using only their legs.

Their hair massively grows in length kinda like how some male birds like peacocks have crazy features to attract female peacocks, which can also be used in battle. I wouldn't show this design in my sequel because it isn't important to who Zin is as a character but it's a fun idea to think about

[shieldofiron]

BTS: for Vecna Vision 3D?

Oh Maan... So many scenes are my favorite but the Joyride chapter going into Steve's Vecnavision is so actually my fave.

This whole sequence was in Steve's perspective and he's not exactly the most observant of guys so there's several layers of dramatic irony in him agonizing over Billy and coming to a realization about his sexuality at the worst possible time, aka in the middle of the upside down trying to get out. Meanwhile Billy's clearly having his heart broken by how well Nancy and Steve work as a team, and do things without thinking for each other. Poor Billy thinks its a failure of communication that he has to voice his needs (it's actually good communication.)

This sequence's got everything I want: Steve realizing he's bisexual, sexy wound tending, Billy ripping out a demodog's heart or something, car chases, Robin with a makeshift flamethrower, tender homoeroticism, and Vecna being THE drama.

Eddie and Billy flirt so much in this scene my beta converted to a full on metalsandwich reader mid-fic. Not a joke, she ONLY ships them as a triad because Eddie's SUCH a flirt. He really is just like that.

I wrote it on a plane to Austin, TX and didn't have wifi access but I mostly accurately got the town layout.

The cyclone of demobats is my favorite part, it took me a while to figure out where I wanted the sequence to go, but I love the idea of swarms and swarms of them attacking, like in The Birds. Side note, is the Creel house meant to look like this or like Bates motel?

They do show that electricity kind of does exist in the upside down, and that objects there are from a particular time, so Billy figures out pretty quickly that hotwiring a car might be a possibility. One thing I wanted to play with is that from the moment Billy figures out that the lake gate is a no go, he is not stopping until he gets them home, he can't even stand still for one moment. While Nancy is gathering clues, he's scavenging as quickly as possible. That's part of what makes him a good team member- he takes risks and works fast, because he's used to obstacles making things harder.

And can we talk about Billy's healing factor? I'm dying to talk about his healing factor. This is the first time we actually get to see him really use it, he grabs things with his bare hands that would make the rest of them shrink back in fear, like crushing demobat skulls with his bare hands. I particularly love the part where Robin asks about upside down rabies, and Billy says he's pre-infected. I wanted him to have that sort of careless dark humor about his powers, like a certain someone who shares a lot with Billy.

And finally, Steve's VecnaVision. While I appreciate Nancy's in canon, it doesn't reveal a whole lot, actually it seems to step her back in character development all the way to season 1. I understand Barb dying is her thing but it seemed a little less evolved. So I had to imagine what Steve's biggest fear would be. First, Vecna plays heavily on his intelligence, which is an obvious pain point, but then goes further. Steve is a really protective person, which of course Vecna sees as a weakness. I really wanted to show that Vecna is most powerful here, and that he can cause physical sensation, completely warping a person's sense. Why show someone a vision limited by the powers of boring physics when you can do anything. Steve's Vision includes a lot of earthly references, he's thrown through the ground, digging into dirt. He's very solid and defined, ans his sense of self is the same way.

Later when Billy goes into his vision, everything is liquidy, scenes dripping and swirling and drifting, because I wanted to show that Vecna tailors his vision not only to the person but the way the person views the world. Billy's in a moment of transition, and he feels sort of insolid and unsure about so many things. He loves the ocean, but there's a fear there too, because the ocean can also be loss.

Maybe when I write the sequel we'll get to see what Vecna would do for everyone else.

Unusual asks

[notmuchtoconceal]

holy fuck was that first kingsman sequel nasty.

accurate af, just fuckin nasty.

that whole thing about rounding up all the drug addicts and putting them in amazon state prison quarantine camps and the president's secretary rightfully points out that the norms of american culture have shifted as such that most modern people need some kind of chemical assistance to keep up the pace, like... oh my god.

there are actually horny dumbasses reading this right now that think steroids give you balls instead of shrink em. amazing. you need the needle to counteract all the estrogens in the plastic and the water supply. sap your manhood out and sell it back. think about how hard you were cucked every time you pin, bitch boys. natty supremacy is psychic supremacy. get discipline, learn values. figure out what it means to be a fuckin man.

yeah so, hey -- president's secretary rightfully reminds us -- if you round up all the drug addicts and put them in a Cabin-in-the-Woods-type massive Amazon Storage Locker so they can all die alone, what's gonna happen to your free exploitable labor reserve, huh?

Even secretary was a pill popper. It's like white women love getting hall passes to their drug dealer and that's what a prescription is. Gosh, don't you just love it when you can be naughty and it's state-sanctioned?

then there's the rest of the movie.

the fact that channing tatum is featured prominently in advertisements as an american cowboy agent, but then he's in the movie five seconds before he's quaranteened, and like... elton john is a cameo but he has an extended fight sequence in the climax, and then like....

cowboy pedro pascal is fed into a meat grinder in the retro 50's diner owned by the world's most baked julianne moore, holy fuck.

this sounds like something i'd get high and write as a joke, but it was real and in theaters and i didn't imagine it in some collective psychosis.

fucking amazing.

somehow i feel like this is my fault, but how can that be?

I NEED TO ROUND UP MORE CHAV AND SCALLY LADS AND BRAINWASH THEM INTO PROPER GENTLEMANLY KNIGHTS.

[qwanderer]

I want really badly to push ahead with the edits on the book now that the weather is properly cold and my reserves are full again. But also I am still tired because I have just been doing more other stuff! And thinking about the edits I'm trying to do has been stressing me out.

Usually I start with the small edits and keep the big edits in mind while I work through the biggest edits mentally until they don't seem so big after all. And I thought I'd try switching that up, so maybe I could make more major changes where more major changes need to happen before I get bogged down in the details of the medium sized edits and lose sight of the big picture. But what has actually occurred is I am running up against the limits of my imagination! I am focusing on these more major changes I am supposed to be making and just stressing out because genuinely I can't think of anything else to go there, and I'm not getting any other edits done either. So I might have to call this a wash.

The muses are arguing about whether I ought to push onward or take a chill pill until I feel less stressed about things.

I did get some ideas for other stories while I was at work (the sequel to this book, the sequel to Tabitha, one of my Vorkosigan Saga WIPs) but then I was thinking about this book and getting stressed about the edits and Eliot was like, "No more jellybeans, you are going in the soup."

People get put in the Goddess Soup when they are the kind of person who pushes themselves too hard and doesn't always stop properly when they are getting harmed by that. (Among other qualities.) I put Eliot in the soup and it tends to force him to relax and gain some perspective. Lately he has developed a fondness for putting me in the soup!

My lovely handfasted, on the other hand, the Black Jellybean, who is from some angles the god of stories, and from other angles a metaphor for my calling to write, is definitely of the opinion that I ought to push on. We both want to keep writing together! But Eliot is right, I am not quite in the right state for it.

So I told my ice prince to come and join me in the soup for just a bit.

I think we are taking tonight off, and then we can push forward with editing over the weekend, however that wants to look, and maybe that means working on the medium sized edits and letting the big edits shrink themselves if they want to be shrunk.

[aceouttatime]

5, 9, 18, 19

Four different asks? Hell yeah!

(5. What’s your favorite size trope?) Oh, this is a difficult question--there are so many that I enjoy to bits! Overcoming adversity/fighting for equality and respect is definitely one of my favorites (ex., anything by @ratcatcher0325). I also love gentle giants, tinies that are far too smart for their own good, and good old hurt/comfort. G/t whump is always a good one, as well as the whole 'stranger in a strange land' trope (foaming at the mouth like a rabid dog over giant aliens). Finally, accidental/forced shrinking is so, so good. I live for angst. Apologies that these are in no order whatsoever XD

(9. What’s your favorite piece of sizey media?) For film, I have to go with Epic--I love the artistic detail and worldbuilding in that movie, especially considering it was geared more toward kids! Great pacing and loveable characters. What else could I ask for (other than a sequel *cough cough*)? I also love Arietty--Studio Ghibli movies are such comfort movies for me! As far as writing goes, I have a few different authors on Tumblr that have really lovely work! I’ll answer that in just a moment!

(18. Any favorite g/t content creators? People you wanna hype up?) HELL YEAH! I apologize in advance for the pings, but please, please, please go check out these awesome creators!  @not-a-space-alien pretty much got me into the g/t community with Thistle’s story! They have beautiful writing skills! I also really enjoy their whump series’ Magnanimous Moonrise and Savage Sunset! @belethlegwen has two of the sweetest characters I have ever had the pleasure of reading about. Henry and Melanie are two folks from very different backgrounds trying to make the best of a situation neither of them could have ever expected. And their flirting is so adorable--AUGH MY HEART! @ratcatcher0325 has written two different g/t pics that have stolen my heart: A Fraction of Justice and Nobody’s Fool! They are two of my absolute favorite works of all time--AFOJ is still ongoing, and I cannot wait to see how things play out for my fellow Alexander! @ayytaro-gt has some amazing content as well! Ugh, her art style is so soft and <3 It fills the void in my heart that longs for fluffy things. @imvenusasaboy is my partner in crime for all things Sylvan and Ari (g/t fic pending), and his art is so skrunkly in the best way possible. He has amazing music taste that I am gobbling up like coffee jelly, and he helps me with all sorts of world building things! (19. What’s your all-time favorite g/t daydream - the one thing you keep going back to?) Oh, boy, this is about to get a little personal, huh? Well, personally, I daydream a lot about being tiny. Sometimes while I’m falling asleep, I imagine being curled up on a giant’s chest and letting them play with my hair or trail a gentle finger down my back. I think that, above anything else, would make me content. I also think about Sylvan and Ari’s world a lot, personally, both for comfort and to help me get some writing down, so I suppose that counts as g/t daydreaming. But, uh, yeah. I just think being circa 3 inches tall would be nice. WHOOP that was a doozy. Thanks for the asks, whumpsday!

[lillupon]

another prompt is if you could do prequel to your omega mg story! thank you i love your works so so so much!!!

OMG? I am so happy people are interested in omega Mingyu!!

(As a side note, I also have another omega!Mingyu and alpha!Wonwoo arranged fic that I've never talked about which is almost at about 25k words, haha)

Honeysuckle was a sequel that I decided to release into the world because I wasn't sure if I would ever be able to finish the prequel. Currently, I've written about 17k words, and it probably needs another 5k - 10k more before I would consider it complete. I think it'll be a while yet before I can churn out those words, but I can definitely share a small snippet!

Below the cut is Mingyu and Wonwoo's first cooking class together! I always imagined Light A Flame Wonwoo for this fic, because I really think Light A Flame Wonwoo is peak alpha haha >w<

Before students begin to filter in, Mingyu checks to make sure that each station has a complete set of knives, cookware, and pantry items. A peek into the refrigerators assures him that the ingredients required for today's recipe are still there.

His heartrate begins to ramp up as the clock ticks closer to the start of class. Any moment now, students will begin to filter in. As he thinks that, two knocks sound at the door.

From behind him, a voice sounds, deep and rich, honey smooth. "Excuse me, is this the beginner cooking class with Kim Mingyu?" 

"Hi, yes, that's me--I'm Mingyu." Mingyu turns on his heel, a welcoming smile stretching across his face.

The smile on his face falters for a fraction of a second. He swallows.

It's impossible not to notice, how attractive the owner of the voice is. Narrow, monolidded eyes set beneath straight brows. An angled jawline, strong chin. The pout of his lower lip softens out features sharp enough to whet a knife against. His hair is the colour of red wine and carefully styled with gel; the sweep of his bangs curls at the temple. His shoulders fill out a startched white shirt, which is tucked into grey trousers that make his legs seem a mile long. Tiny waist. Mingyu could probably get his overlarge hands around it--not that he would ever do that.

They're outside scenting range, but Mingyu can tell from the way the man holds himself as he strides across the kitchen, that he is an alpha. He holds his shoulders straight, chin tipped slightly upwards. He's not a brick wall of muscle, the way some alphas are, but his presence takes up as much room as someone much larger than him.

Mingyu, intimidated, finds himself shrinking a little. He has to make a conscious effort to open up his body language. He meets the man halfway, extending his hand, which the man takes. The man's hands are cold and smooth, fingers long and slender in Mingyu's grubby grip.

"Hi, I'm Wonwoo." The man's face transforms when he smiles, entire face brightening. His nose scrunches; his eyes turn into crescent moons that catch the fluorescent lights of the kitchen classroom.

And his grin: so wide and brilliant that Mingyu almost throws a hand up and cringes away with a hiss, the way Dracula might when confronted by the sun.

"Hi, I'm Mingyu," Mingyu says, feeling dumb-struck.

Wonwoo laughs. "Yeah, you mentioned that."

"O-oh, right. I did."

[theradicalscrivener]

Do you plan to make a sequel for Naughty for this year Christmas? I ask because it is one of my favorite stories of yours. But also, because I need to know what happened the next morning after the cock size transfer. I have fantasized about Ralph waking up, hoping everything had been a nightmare, only to found himself to have a baby dick. And how there is nothing he can do about it.

But I also imagine he would have a hard time changing his ways. I suppose he would just stop interacting with Parker as much as possible. But Parker seems the kind of guy who wouldn't willingly provoke Ralph now that the tables had turn to some extent, so maybe there could be a chance Ralph betters himself.

Maybe having a baby dick now makes Ralph learn what empathy is, since now the jabs about the lack of size would be directed to him?

I don't know. But unlike Brandon, for example, Ralph has a year to actually improve as a person. At least towards Parker. And wouldn't have to interact with Parker that much since he goes to college. So there could be a possibility he improves truly. But knowing what happens to bullies in your stories, it could be very likely he somehow forgets the very real possibility he could lose it all, and ends up ensuring Krampus punishes him again.

It would be funny, however, if somehow Ralph ended up appreciating his new size and liking it. Following the funny thread, I don't think he would be the kind of guy who could work on Acorn, even if he is clearly qualified when it comes to the size department.

I really don't have any plans to do a followup to that fic. I kind of need to start thinking of holiday fics since that's right around the corner, but with things like Naughty, it kind of works better as a one off than as a series. Like, I get that it could be a christmas miracle style thing where he learns the error of his ways, but... I'm not seeing it. Although... I had that fic sitting in WIPs for yeaarrsss. Like, in the original drafts, I was kicking around the idea of a choose your own adventure style thing where you could choose to grow the main guy or shrink the bully brother and maybe a few other possibilities. Like, if you grew the main guy, he gets a visit from Kris instead. This is why the intros to Naughty was very similar to the older Have Yourself a Megalithic Christmas

(I don't know if anyone has noticed this, but I tend to name characters in my holiday fics after characters from Christmas movies.

Ralphie Parker - A Christmas Story

Scott Calvin - The Santa Clause

George Bailey - It's a Wonderful Life)

Honorable mention, the dudes in a Halloween fic a few years back were Jaimie, Lee, and Curtis.

But back on topic, Ralph was kinda designed to be... I dunno if unredeemable is the right word, but sort of untouchable due to how the parents always sided with him, and so Parker needed divine intervention to get any justice. Once that happens, the narrative feels satisfied.

Also worth mentioning that I don't know if getting his dick shrunk will change much vis a vis Ralph's status with his parents. Ralph will probably pull his punches with Parker now, especially since he lives in fear of further visits from Krampus, but aspects of his life that don't revolve around his dick will remain semi-unchanged. He's still a big, buff jock and will probably go on to have a semi-successful life as like a car salesman or something. His ego will be thoroughly deflated, but he'll still be charismatic in a smarmy way. Part of why he wouldn't work as an Acorn guy. He just does not have the type of personality that would be appealing to the clientele.

[unboundtravels]

This fucking sound from tiktok just gave me so much visual stimulation regarding multi-doctor interactions. With November right around the corner, too, we're about to get a ton of anniversary multi-doctor stories, or at least... I assume so (looks at the big finish) so allow me to indulge in some One/Sixby/Bond/Scarf Four Doctor RAMBLES. If ever I wrote a fic about these four going on an adventure together, I would absolutely indulge my inner fan and use my incarnations as stand-ins for Hartnell/Troughton/Pertwee/Baker for that 1 - 4 multidoctor story we were denied. Although! Giving it my own spin is certainly a fun idea. I resist the urge to tag my players in this headcanon, because after this weekend's session— the idea of One needing to be put on a leash lives rent-free in my head. Watching her three future incarnations struggle to keep up with her is such a funny idea to me. 

Additional rambles under the cut. Use this audio if you run out of claim, because honestly same vibes.

Just for reference. It's these four idiots.

Just imagine the idea of the exact order of Sixby meeting Bond, then Bond meeting Scarf. The absolute whirlwind of designs from cosmic Hobo Rat into Suave Secret Agent and then finally rounding it with insane Sherlock Holmes is probably why One is thankful that no one gets to remember multidoctor stories. Whether or not The Three Doctors happened in my timeline is also something I have to deal with. Do Bond and Sixby remember each other? And if so, is this a Sixby and Bond from before that meeting? Even though I like Two/Three being friends in canon, I'd probably leave it as a first meeting for everyone. If we take T3D's into account then I'd have everyone sort of... hounding Scarf the whole time, since he's the "latest model" relative to them. And I don't like when Multi-Doc stories dwell on the future too much. It's supposed to be a fun look at the past! Or at least, a subdued one, anyway. I'm always there for the character interactions.

One: Unhand me this instant!! Explain who you are!! All of you! Scarf: Please, just relax— One: Don't you patronize me! I know what you are! All those BLUE BOXES! I recognize a time capsule when I see one!! <She points towards Sixby, who suddenly shrinks in fear.> You. Explain.  Sixby: Erm, ah. Well. It's like... this... you see, all of these people— well, not all of them— or— well, we're all you... Do y'see? Bond: Oh good lord, what the little troll is trying to say is that all three of us are your future regenerations. We've been pulled out from our time zones. Whatever the reason's yet to be determined.  One: ... No. Scarf: Yes :)

It's extremely hard to imagine how a story between these four would even ultimately play out. I have trouble thinking up a plot, but perhaps some kind of pseudo-sequel to The Three Doctors, or something involving The Timelords sending the four on a mission together is the only likely scenario. This can easily explain how Sixby and Bond are collected, as the two have extenuating circumstances in which they are imprisoned by Timelords, while One and Scarf would have to be acquired remotely by either The Director of The CIA or by The President of Gallifrey. However, it absolutely does happen, meaning that the four have to try (very difficult) to work together in order to get back to their normal times.

One: Now, enough dilly-dallying! Let's get a move on! So I can be rid of you three​​​​​! Bond: Good lord, woman's got fire. Sixby: Is this how they [the first team] felt?  Scarf: We should really be asking if this is how people still feel.

Around the early to mid-70s, The Doctor started using The Sonic Screwdriver more. It becomes multipurpose, and while One and Sixby did acquire one during their era in this timeline— the idea of their reactions to how frequently Bond and Scarf use theirs is just. 

Scarf: We should take some readings. Bond: Quite right. After you, then.  <They pull out their sonic screwdrivers.> One: Heh! Heheheh!? You mean! You're going to take environmental scans with a lockpick!? So we're delusional now? Are we? Hm? Sixby, who started the trend: I'm not quite sure where they picked that habit up from.....

Also, introductions are always funny in a multidoctor story.

"Which of you is The Doctor?"

All together: I am! Bond: [Frustrated over how much it's happened today.] We really must find a way around this! Sixby: Well— [Exasperated laugh] I don't suppose we can use name tags? Scarf: [Teasing] A wonderful idea! We can call you tiny. One: Oh for heaven's sake!!! Will you all be quiet!? We're being held at gunpoint! Scarf: It's not like that's an irregular occurrence​​​​. Bond: You're really not helping. Scarf: Oh, and you'd know what helping is?

AND GOD. BEING STUCK IN A PRISON CELL. 

Sixby: <Pulls out his recorder and starts to play it.> Scarf: They said incarceration! Not torture. Sixby: I was just trying to provide a bit of ambiance to our current situation. Bond: That's what we're calling it now? Sixby: It helps me concentrate! One: Well it breaks my focus! <Snatches it.> Now. Let's really focus! And figure out a way out of this cell!

I have more, but that's all I'll torment you with for now, dash. :>  

[linuxgamenews]

Streets of Rogue 2 sequel officially announced

Streets of Rogue 2 crazy RPG sandbox game is coming to Early Access on Linux, Mac, and Windows PC. Thanks to the brilliant creativity of developer Matt Dabrowski. Due to making its way onto Steam in 2024. If you've heard of "Streets of Rogue", well its sequel, Streets of Rogue 2, was recently teased during the gamescom: Opening Night Live 2023. This is a new game on Linux, coming from the work between Matt Dabrowski and tinyBuild. Due to building on the immense success of its predecessor. Which not only achieved critical acclaim but also won the hearts of many players worldwide. Now, let's dive deep into what this new experience offers. Starting with Single-player, online PvP, LAN PvP, shared split screen PvP, online co-op, and LAN co-op modes. Imagine a crazy RPG sandbox, where you're given total freedom to craft your own adventures. Think of Streets of Rogue 2 like a playground, but you have a massive county to explore. While giving you countless tools and options at your disposal. Whether you’re diving into this world on your own or teaming up with pals through local or online co-op. This setting is all about fun and irregularity.

Streets of Rogue 2 - Official Reveal Trailer

In Streets of Rogue 2 you can step into the shoes of a cop patrolling the neon-lit streets. A ninja sneaking in the shadows, or even something as wild as a gorilla armed with high-powered weapons. It’s that diverse! And here's the twist - there’s a corrupt leader in place, so it’s up to you how you wish to tackle that challenge. Fancy raising an army of mercenaries to plan a big takeover? Or perhaps introducing a zombie outbreak? If you’re feeling peaceful, why not set up a farm and dominate the business world? Or maybe you'd prefer to strike deals with ancient vampires? If none of that appeals, you can simply wander around Streets of Rogue 2, and interact with the wacky people. Due to indulge in the vibrant settings without feeling pressured to follow the main mission. The Streets of Rogue 2 arsenal you have access to is just as wild. From gadgets that can shrink people to classic banana peels to slip up anyone following you. There's certainly no end to the mayhem you can create. And speaking of the setting, it’s vast. There's a massive variety of places to visit, from the buzzing heart of cityscapes to the tranquility of the countryside. Even mysterious areas like eerie graveyards and sun-kissed islands. Each time you dive in, it’s a fresh adventure. Prepare for the crazy RPG sandbox game to arrive on Steam Early Access in 2024. Streets of Rogue 2 is shaping up to be a captivating mix of fun, strategy, and outright chaos. Along with support for Linux, Mac, and Windows PC.

[soobrat]

slut; csb

part i | part ii

pairing; soobin x reader

words; 5.05k (oof)

genre; angst & smut, non-idol au

warnings; mentions of a corruption kink, overstimulation, fingering, v light bondage, long as shit

preface; This is the sequel to brat but with a different member if that makes sense. I guess it makes sense that this is long since it’s about overstimulation? 

thanks for 1k notes!

Ever since Beomgyu ripped your bra off, you have yet to put one back on. Not only that, but you can't help but imagine how every guy you see would make you feel good. Imagining that cashier bending you over the counter. The bartender pushing all the shot glasses off the bar and fucking you into it. Imagining your doctor ripping your clothes off and spreading your legs open on the examination table.

The best part? They were mostly doing the same to you. You rarely got turned down. The only people you didn't pursue were in relationships since they mostly had self-restraint. Mostly. No one really understands your body like Beomgyu does, but now he's in a stupid relationship. You wouldn't even dare ask if he'd cheat since his girlfriend is so likable. The shocked face that Soobin sported after you explained all of this made you squirm.

"What?" You ask, trying to hide your worry with annoyance.

"I don't even know where to start... You really slept with your doctor? And did you seriously consider breaking up Beomgyu's relationship?" He shifts toward you so that his knee is resting on the couch. The judging look on his face made you shrink.

"I only thought about it! And Soobin that's what I'm-" You sigh, throwing your head back in frustration. "That's my whole point. No one is innocent. We all have those thoughts."

"Who's we? I don't do that." Soobin turned his body back towards the TV as he flashed you an 'are you crazy' look.

You scowl at the side of his head. Even though he was really annoying sometimes, you were closest to Soobin. He was your straight-laced mom friend. A part of you almost believed him when he said he didn't have those dirty thoughts. He covered his eyes and groaned during kiss scenes. He seemed actively repulsed by any signs of physical affection.

But you didn't completely believe him. He was human after all.

"Yeah right. You think of me that way and I, you." A smile spreads across your face as a look of horror contorts his. He slowly turns his head towards you.

"You WHAT?!"

"Soobin you're so fuckin' overdramatic. It doesn't mean I actually wanna fuck you. Let's be real, if we felt like that at all, we would've done it already. Just like Beomgyu and I."

"Okay but you keep ignoring the fact that I. Don't. Do. That." Soobin punctuates each word as if it makes his lie any more believable.

"I just don't understand why you have to lie. I won't judge you like you judge me." You finally turn and watch the movie you forgot was playing.

"You... If you really don't believe me, go ahead and test it."

You snap your head towards him. It was clear that he had no confidence in this test of his. He was just so hellbent on being this beacon of purity and innocence. He viewed sex as this tool of corruption that would poison his clean soul if he even thought about it. You roll your eyes.

"No. I believe you." You cross your arms and turn away from him.

"I can tell you're lying. Just do it. I don't care." Soobin presses on.

Sighing, you ignore him. You actually started getting invested in the story.

"Oh, is this that documentary about-" You slowly look down to see a hand on your thigh. You pan to your right and see Soobin with a wavering look of confidence on his face.

"S-See?? I think it's degrading to picture people in such a fashion, so I just don't do it." He unhands your thigh and attempts to return to normal. You gawk at him, noting the way his ears were slowly turning red.

"Degrading, huh?"

Soobin nods frantically, refusing to look at you. It was one thing to look at you like you were this disgusting creature for normal human behavior, but to lie as well? It was time to teach him a lesson.

"That was nothing. You want me to really test you? Fine." You slowly crawl over to him on your hands and knees. You can see his eyes flickering towards you. He swallows hard, trying to tear his eyes away for good. He fails to do so as your face gets closer and closer to his. When your face is close enough for him to feel puffs of breath on his cheek, your eyes flicker towards his lips and then back to his eyes.

"Can I do what I want to you?" You whisper.

He swallows again, his adam's apple bobbing. You bite your lip as you watch it. Your lips graze the skin on his throat. He shudders in response. The smirk that stretches across your face did so without your permission. Without warning, you swing your leg over his lap to straddle him. He looks like a deer caught in the headlights.

"Binnie... your face is so red." You pout as you stroke his cheek. "Why is that?"

"What?? I-It's because this is embarrassing! Why else?" He stammers.

You coo at him as you stroke his cheek some more. He clenches his eyes shut and presses his lips into a thin line.

"Why do you look so scared? Baby... you can degrade me all you want." You chuckle at the way he exhales shakily. You stare into his eyes to see who'd break first. It was obvious who'd win, but he was being annoyingly persistent. After ages of a staring contest, you decide to put on some pressure.

"I'm not gonna lie Soobin... the thought of doing what I want with you is making me really..." You trail off, breathing heavier as you clench your thighs. You caress his face with both hands before biting your lip. You slowly release the flesh, looking straight into his eyes. Soobin clears his throat shifting uncomfortably.

Dipping your head down, you ghost your lips over his. You hear his breath hitch at the sudden motion. Ever so slightly your lips graze his. You grin as you notice his breathing stop.

"Nothing?" You ask in an innocent voice.

Soobin clenches his eyes shut, finally exhaling. "Nope. Not one fantasy." He looks up at you, not rigid in the slightest, but you can sense his determination in the way his expression hardened.

You groan and kick your leg over him. You return to your previous spot on the couch and cross your arms again.

"Fine. I'm a gross pervert."

You'd be lying if you said you quit because he was annoying. There's nothing like taming a brat. It wasn't even because you thought he was too stubborn to crack even though he really wanted to. You couldn't ignore that nagging feeling you got. The reason you didn't get started on your journey into ecstasy immediately.

"What are you doing?" Taehyun spat with a scowl. Your eyes were as wide as two moons as you flew back into your seat. Your limbs were stuck in place, fearing that if you moved you would trigger some sort of world-ending event. You clenched your eyes shut, cursing under your breath.

"I-I'm sorry. I must've read the room wrong." You hoped-- prayed for a sign that you were overreacting. A sign that at the most he was caught off guard and wasn't actually rejecting you.

"Yeah, you did." He cuts his eyes towards you as he starts his car. "I'm dropping you off."

Ever since that day you've been beating yourself up. You were such a fucking idiot. Beomgyu had given you the news that you couldn't fool around anymore and you clumsily ruined your relationship with someone else. You try not to think about it, distract yourself, but you couldn't help but feel overwhelming shame. It was almost enough to make you want to distance yourself from everyone and become celibate. Instead, you just adjusted your approach to be less heavy-handed and clumsy. Through that strategy, you realized that the worst thing people usually say is no. You're fine with that. However...

"What are you doing?"

That feeling of being seen as a desperate, sloppy slut resurfaced when Soobin grimaced at you after you told him about your escapades. The way his demeanor read of disgust made you wanna shrivel up and die.

"You don't care about proving your point anymore?" Soobin asks in a weirdly straightforward tone. You expected him to tease you relentlessly about how you were wrong and he was right. About how you were the weird one after all.

"Just drop it." You snatch the remote from the couch and turn the volume up before tossing it back. You lean back into the couch, ignoring the fact that Soobin's eyes were burning into the side of your head. He'd probably ask what he did wrong and you'd have the stupid back and forth where he tries to pry it out of you. As the silent staring continues for an infuriating amount of time, you get less willing to hear whatever he was going to say. You see him fidgeting nervously out of the corner of your eye.

"I-"

"I said drop it."

Soobin sits there for a moment. Finally, he tears his eyes away, looking into his lap. He clenches his jaw, exhaling and shaking his head. He shuts his eyes with a sigh before grabbing the remote. He mutes the TV and looks at you again.

"What do you want? Do you want me to admit defeat again?" You groan before pleading with him to explain himself.

"I... I lied, ___."

The two of you stare at each other, sharing a look that speaks without words. Through his eyes, he expressed his guilt for lying, but also relief that he finally got it off his chest. There was also a hint of shame. You noted that, and expressed a tiny bit of betrayal. He didn't know why his action hurt you, so that wasn't fair. As much as you wanted to grill him for lying, you knew it wouldn't be beneficial to anyone in the end. Your expression shifted to one of apathetic acceptance. Soobin's shoulders untense as he sighs in relief. You laugh, a small part of you glad you didn't give in to the temptation.

"I told you you didn't have to lie or be ashamed. Everyone has those thoughts." You speak softly as if speaking any louder might disrupt the peace you've created.

"No... you don't understand. I... it's not normal." Soobin trails off and looks away at nothing. You scoot closer slightly.

"You're right, I don't understand. But you could help me. What is it, you have weird kinks or something? I promise you I've seen it all." You jokingly suggest. There's no way that Soobin, the man who turns a movie off if it has explicit sex scenes, is kinky. He probably likes missionary with candles lit every time.

"You don't know that." He says under his breath before clearing his throat. He moves his knees away so his back is completely facing you. Intrigued, you scoot closer again. Resting a hand on his shoulder, you peer around his back to look at his face.

"Even if I haven't seen it in real life, I've seen every weird kink online at least twice. Soobin, are you telling me you have a weird kink?"

"If you make fun of me then I'm kicking you out." Soobin turns toward you slowly.

"How many times do I have to tell you that I'm the biggest whore on the planet? I probably like it too. Just tell me!"

A look of conflict pulls at his features before he finally faces you. He opens his mouth, deciding for the final time if he should say something. He nods as if finally making the decision.

"When I was with Yerim, I discovered that I liked how she looked when I made her..." He nodded while raising his eyebrows as if to signify the next word before continuing, "I liked how her body twisted, her legs shook, and her face contorted. I got so turned on that I would make her do it one more time every time we had sex. Whether it be from going down on her or... fingering... her."

"I'm guessing that's not it?" If it was, the fact that he was so afraid to say it is kinda adorable. You wouldn't dare say that or else he'd kick you out.

"Of course not! Yerim was into it, she actually liked it a lot. So I kept doing it, and I realized that the second orgasm sometimes looked more intense. It made her louder and she lost control a lot easier. So I made her cum again. Her legs..." Soobin's face became beet red as he reminisced about his ex.

"Her legs started to shake so much. Her hips would start bucking up at nothing. Her moans were so high pitched I thought they'd break glass." Soobin's breathing picked up, and you noticed a sort of drowsy look on his face. Almost as if he were high. You swallow hard.

"That's called overstimulation. It's a part of a very popular kink. Orgasm control. No shame in that-"

"I wanted to see how far I could take her. I wanted to see her so overcome by lust that her body didn't know how to possibly react." Soobin says, his breathing labored. He tries to calm himself down. It was his first time thinking about this in depth in a long time. He closed his legs together and shook his head to clear his dirty thoughts.

You sat there dumbfounded. You honestly didn't even know that he and Yerim had sex. You thought they'd wait until marriage. Choi Soobin and Choi Yerim fucking until they physically couldn't take it anymore? More surprisingly, Soobin getting off on extreme overstimulation?

"I watched videos of people tying a wand vibrator to a girl's clit and leaving it there until she was a trembling mess- I'm sorry. I'm... I'm getting too detailed. You get the point."

"I get what you're saying. I'm guessing something happened with Yerim?" You have a sneaking suspicion since Yerim kind of disappeared and Soobin never wanted to talk about it.

Soobin sighs as his head droops like a wilted flower. "I brought the idea up to her and she looked at me like I was crazy. I decided to show her the video and she was utterly disgusted." Soobin emphasized the final two words as he chuckled bitterly. "She told me that I needed help and that I was sick in the head for liking it. She convinced me that I was a horrible person for wanting to do it to her." He picked at a piece of hanging skin on his cuticle as he stared into space. You nip at your lip and look around the room as you debate whether or not you should tell your story.

"I... I was in a car with one of my co-workers and things were getting heated. We were making out, he started to moan into my mouth. He wrapped his arm around my waist, I even felt the tips of his fingers push under the hem of my pants and panties." You quickly glance at Soobin while trying to keep yourself from wanting to shrink into nothing. The thought of your story helping Soobin made you push through the embarrassment.

"He was kissing down my neck and in the heat of the moment, I reached down to palm him through his jeans. He jumped backward and said "What are you doing?" with such potent disbelief that it shocked me. I genuinely had to reflect on my actions, I thought that I had hurt him or read the situation wrong. When I said that I must've, he just went "Yeah, you did." and drove me home immediately."

You shake your head, expressing your confusion and how fed up you are with this memory. "While he was driving me home, he turned and asked me if I always moved that fast after the first date."

After the two of you shared your similar experiences, you feel Soobin's hand crawl over to yours. He slides his thumb under it and you gain a sense of confidence. As you look at each other, you smile.

"You know what? If you hadn't touched him sexually first, he probably would've shoved his hands down your pants. I think he's just intimidated by women who make the first move or something." Soobin pipes up, turning his knees towards you.

"And who is a priss like Yerim to tell you or anybody when a kink has gone too far? I think she's just extremely naive."

You both laugh as you exaggeratedly defend each other. Soobin groans loudly as he kicks his head back.

"I've been wanting to get that off my chest for so long."

As you fully grab his hand, your eyes linger on each other for an amount of time that makes your breath hitch.

"There's another thing as well that I wanted to tell you," Soobin says as he bites his lip.

"Hm?"

"Whenever you speak so confidently about sex I feel really ashamed. I feel like I might've projected that onto you and I'm sorry." Soobin rubs his thumb against your palm as his smile fades.

"Binnie, I get it. Yerim said some fucked up shit. It's normal for you to be affected by it."

"No, it's not because of that- well it kind of is... but it's mostly about my fantasies..."

He looks away and you frown a bit. "You don't have to be embarrassed. I told you, I do it all the time."

"They're not just any fantasies, they're fantasies about you." He finally looks over at you, a tiny hint of shame in his eyes. You gulp, confronted with the assumption you made earlier being confirmed. Something about him admitting it made you shift nervously.

"I mean, I have fantasies about you too." You admit again, but this time it felt weighty. Soobin chuckles and looks down before looking at you.

"No, I fantasize about absolutely ruining you." His eyes turn dark and his mouth hangs open as his eyes rake over your body. Instinctively you clench your thighs. You start to play with the necklace on your neck, unsure of how to react to the change in atmosphere.

"Before you had sex with Beomgyu, you were so innocent. I wanted to wreck that and introduce you to pleasure so raw that you weren't the same after. Beomgyu-- and others-- beat me to it. Honestly, I'm a little jealous." He chuckles, scratching the back of his neck. You're completely speechless, it was like you were talking to a completely different person.

"But after I noticed that you've changed, after Beomgyu told me about what the two of you did, I just imagined you as this challenge. I imagined you taking it like a good girl for so long until I finally broke you and made you scream." You felt your heart beating in your throat and you try and swallow it away. It was no use, the way he shamelessly explained his fantasies to you while never breaking his gaze made you shiver. The aura that surrounded the two of you felt so intense. As if it were instinct, you draw closer to him. He watches as you swing your legs so that they lie on top of his. He grabs them and pulls you closer, making you gasp.

"Give me a safe word." He whispers as he leans down, his nose grazing against yours.

"Seafoam."

You lean in to kiss him and he pulls away. He bites his lip before spreading your legs apart. You look down at his hands squeezing your thighs before looking back up at him with your eyebrows drawn together. This already felt like nothing you've experienced before. He smiles at you before pushing his hand into your heat. Your mouth falls open as you lean your forehead against his. He moves his hand upward, drifting his fingers under the hem of your shorts. He uses both hands to yank them down, moving them around to the back to pull them over the swell of your ass. He slides them down your legs and off onto the couch. There was no amount of time he wanted to spend without his hands on you. He eagerly re-applies his hand to your heat. Once he feels a wet spot forming, he hums to himself.

"I hope you're ready for a long night."

He slides a hand under your hem again, this time it's a lacy pair of light blue underwear that barely conceal anything. He hisses as he feels how warm and inviting your pussy is, so inviting that he slides a finger over your slit. You buck up slightly, a hint of a moan squeaking out of your throat. You lean back on your forearms, still making sure to get a good look. The more he rubs his finger up and down your slit, the more your lips are lubricated with your arousal. His eyelids are heavy as he watches his finger move underneath your underwear. He glances over at you, watching how excited you're getting already.

"Honey, I'm barely touching you and you already look so needy for me. You would think you were a virgin." He sinks his finger further into your slit, sliding against your clit and puckered hole. You can see him already starting to get worked up by watching you. You lean up again, and he helps you up by sliding his arm around your back. He pulls you close, pecking your lips softly and pulling away before you can dive for more. You start to whine and Soobin shushes you.

"Be patient. You'll get all the pleasure you need later and then some. Don't you wanna savor this for now?"

The thought of him making you come until you scream for him to stop was riling you up beyond belief, but there was something undeniably pleasant about half sitting on his lap and looking into his deep brown eyes. Bringing you subtle bouts of pleasure while you enjoyed each other's presence. You nod and he finally gives you the deep kiss you've been craving. It's tender, slow, and unbroken as he pulls you in closer.

When he disconnects from your lips his finger finally dips into your entrance. Your lips part as you push your hips forward. His middle finger plunges deeper inside you, stretching you open slightly. Even though the digit is slender, it still feels perfectly enveloped within you. You're wrapped securely around him and sucking him in as you arch your back. Your head falls back when he slides another digit in. Taking in the lovely sight, he begins curling them upward and it feels achingly sweet. He repeatedly pets your bundle of nerves while pressing small kisses to your jaw. You let out a soft moan as you push your hips against the palm of his hand.

"Mm..."

When you look up, that drowsy look is back on Soobin's face. "Does that feel good?" He coos. You nod, blood rushing to your cheeks. A part of you was embarrassed. You never really cared what a guy thought of you while you slept together. If he hated it or thought you were annoying, it didn't bother you because they were nobody. Soobin was somebody, somebody who in the span of a day you felt infinitely closer to. And not just because his fingers were plunged deep inside you. The connection you shared today was special. After the night is over, you don't want to leave and pretend none of this happened, you wanted to deepen that connection. The feeling of cherishing the person you were sleeping with flooded you with a foreign emotion. It made his touch ignite your skin with a fire so fierce that it was almost overwhelming.

As if sensing your passion, he pushes his fingers in deeper. His palm rests against your clit as he continues to fuck you open.

"Mmph--" You clench your legs shut and he hums in disapproval. He pries your legs open before quickening his pace. With his arm no longer around your back, you fall back onto the couch. He watches your body writhe as your hands roam your body. A sigh falls from your lips as you squeeze your breasts.

"God you look so pretty right now." He presses the heel of his palm into your clit and you inhale sharply. His nimble fingers continue to curl into you while he massages your clit. The dual stimulation makes your legs twitch. You gasp and jolt slightly at how intense your incoming orgasm felt.

"I... I'm gonna- mm! Fuck 'Bin I'm gonna cum." Tears prickle at your eyes as you pinch your nipple hard. The way your body is already reacting to him so intensely made his pants grow tighter.

"Please come for me." He whispers as his breathing picks up. Blood rushes to his cock as you buck into his hand. Your hands continue to toy with your breasts as moans fill Soobin's ears. He swallows hard as he watches you arch your back off the couch. He slips his fingers out of you and slides them over his tongue. His mouth closes around them, eyes fluttering closed at the taste. "You taste so good baby."

He places his fingers on your lips and you open your mouth. He slides his fingers in and you swirl your tongue around them. The taste of your come and his saliva has you clenching your thighs. His reaction makes you ready to shake off your exhaustion and come again. Soobin groans and straddles you as you suck on his fingers. Your eyes never leave his and he thinks he might just explode.

"I want you to scream for me." After stating as much, he dives down and finally gives you what you want. You entangle your fingers in his hair and his lips glide against yours. The man kissing you felt completely different from the one that pecked you and asked you to be patient. Now he was moving against you as if he didn't have enough time to do everything he wanted to. He swipes his tongue on your bottom lip and you grant him access. Your tongues swirl around each other as he moans into your mouth. He slides his hips so that they're lying flat on your heat. He rubs his clothed bulge against you while he sucks your tongue. He presses a few chaste kisses to your lips before trailing them down your body, leaving behind a path of fire wherever his lips touch. He finally reaches your sensitive clit and presses one last kiss to it. Your legs snap closed, as you still haven't recovered from your last orgasm. He smirks up at you before pushing your legs open.

"Are you ready?"

-

"Soobin- Ah-! Oh my god!" You squeeze your thighs around his head but he continues to flick his tongue against your overworked clit. He groans loudly as he takes turns sucking and flicking your bud. This feeling is nothing like you've ever experienced in your life. It was like your body was screaming at you. Your moans couldn't get high or loud enough as your fifth orgasm rips through you viscously. You thrash against the couch, screaming and chanting his name and how hard you're coming on his tongue.

"Aw, are you coming again?" He pouts to mimic your quivering lip, "You can't get enough of me playing with your slutty pussy. Tell me how much you love it." He pushes himself up so that his face is hovering over yours, rubbing his finger into your clit so that you ride out your orgasm. Your legs are quivering as you whimper like a stupid puppy.

"Love it so much... more." You gulp, trying to soothe your dry and sore throat. He flips you over so that he can see the belt he tied around your wrists. He grabs them as he lines up his member to your swollen, drenched pussy.

"One more time, honey. Just come one more time for me." He coos before sliding his cock inside you. You cry out, pussy absolutely worn out. You mumble nonsense as he starts slamming his hips into you. Despite how many times you've come, your pussy is just as eager to be fucked as before. Soobin is practically drooling at how soaking wet you are. Your swollen walls envelop his throbbing cock perfectly. He slips in and out of you like it's nothing. Your plush walls feel like heaven around him, like fucking into a cloud.

Soobin's moans are loud and desperate as he shoves his hips into yours. This is it. Every fantasy he's tried to shoo away. Every dream that made him wake up with cum in his sheets. Every thought that made blood shoot to his cock. It was finally happening. He couldn't believe he was fucking you into his couch while you cry out for him. You're clenching around him and still begging for more after all he's put you through. You were always beautiful, but now he's sure that you're his personal angel.

"You being so good for me. Such a good girl." His chest is heaving as he thrusts into your ass. The way your ass bounces back against him has his cock twitching inside you.

"Love it so much Soobin. I lo-" The tips of his cock barrels straight into your g-spot and your toes are curling. "Holy fucking shit..." Loud, shallow breaths omit from your throat as you push your face into the couch. "I'm coming, I'm coming..." You chant over and over again as his hips continue their relentless pursuit. Soobin leans down and kisses your shoulder. He reaches his hand around and wraps his fingers around your throat. His sweet moans are right next to your ear and you start seeing stars. Your body quakes between him and the couch. You sob into the cushions as your orgasm rips through you again.

Soobin's hips are starting to lose control as you clench around him, legs shaking. "Oh god- Fuck-" Soobin presses his body flat against yours as he cums inside your spent pussy. His hips jerk against you a couple more times before he's collapsing on top of you. You both are huffing loudly as your bodies finally relax. It felt like you were getting over a week's worth of pleasure in one night. Your legs were numb along with your poor, poor vagina. Your breathing is close to being back to normal when you speak.

"...Are you good for one more round." You ask cautiously.

"What have I done."