#kinda fake dating but just like. PURELY for the bit

[synonymroll648]

consider the following: sokeefitz fic where they’re all single and keefe’s like. ‘heyyyyy can i flirt with you guys in front of my dad or make vaguely flirty comments about you guys in front of my dad purely to piss him off? not necessarily pretending to date each other or anything, just being ambiguous enough to make him mad. for the bit’. and then sophie and fitz agree to it after a bit of discussion about boundaries. 

cue a decent period of time where keefe’s just a flirty menace. followed by a period of time where fitz and sophie start flirting back respectively and quickly figure out that keefe absolutely cannot handle a taste of his own medicine, so fitz and sophie start flirting with him back respectively out of spite and amusement. 

and then all of them coming to their own realizations of ‘oh. oh shit. this isn’t a joke anymore-’ but being waaaaaay too stubborn to admit it to each other. so they’re all finding excuses to be throuple-y, but refuse to confess. even as the excuses become less and less logical. like, going from ‘hey, keefe, what if i call you ‘love’ in front of cassius to floor him?’ to ‘do you guys wanna come over and build a pillow fort and bake and figure out how to watch a movie on an ipod? i swear it’s just to make the flirting more natural in front of cassius-’

[slasherbvnnie]

Until We Found You | Part IV

Welcome back! This time we have the second ghostface smut. Part V will be out later tonight, but no smut! Just some pure angst and fluff. As always, heed the tags

Modern Day College Scream AU, Obsessed AFAB!Reader, Eventual Poly!Ghostface x reader, Eventual NSFW, All characters 18+, P in V, Fingering, Oral female!receiving, Overall smut

Part I Part II Part III  Part V Part VI Part VII Part VIII Part IX

 Word Count: 2673

You had a good five seconds on campus before someone finally noticed. Before you even made eye contact with her for the first time that day, Tatum let out the biggest gasp she had ever made and grabbed your shoulder. “And who did you spend your night with,” she asked as you immediately blushed, covering up your hickey with your palm. “None of your business, tate,” you said as Stu laughed and put his arm around Tatum’s waist. “Maybe Randy finally got his shot, I mean with how scared you must be about the killer, maybe he offered some protection for you,” Stu joked as Billy laughed.

 “Don’t get the dork all worked up, Stu, you might put one too many ideas in that perverted brain of his,” Billy said as Randy rolled his eyes. “I can confirm it was not me, sadly, one of us actually has a job instead of living off student loan refunds,” Randy said as the group put their attention back on you. “Well, whoever mauled you better show up at the mall after class today. I wanna see who gave you that, you know, to vet them or whatever,” Tatum said as Sidney nodded. “Yeah, and then we’ll get on their case for mauling you,” she added, making you laugh.

Your day was mostly spent around nervously tiptoeing around the girls questioning you on who you spent the night with. You had talked to other people on campus that didn’t include your little friend group but had never shown interest in them, so they questioned you on any and every one they knew to see who it was. “Okay, what about the guy who almost hit you with that football last week, Kyle? Kit? Kaleb.” Tatum recalled, “Kevin, and no,” you answered simply as Sidney took a stab at it. “Nah, it has to be Oliver,” she suggested, making you pause and show a gross look. “One of my biggest bullies in high school? No thanks,” you shrugged as Billy turned his gaze to you, Stu looking back at you through the rearview mirror. 

“Bully?” Billy questioned as you nodded. Throughout most of school you had been bullied, not really by one group in particular but there were enough to only leave you with Casey as one of your only friends until senior year. It stopped when college came around, no one cared enough to bully someone they spent one hour a day with. “Yeah, he always bullied me, ever since second grade. At first everyone thought he liked me because they thought being mean to someone was how you showed a crush but after this one time he faked asking me out in high school just to stand me up, it came kinda clear he hated me,” you explained with a little bitter laugh, going silent when you noticed the awkwardness.

 Billy’s face was stone cold, but you could tell in his eyes that he was angered. “It’s fine, I’m over it now, but yeah, definitely not someone I would let sleep with me,” you said as you looked away, not noticing the glance that Stu and Billy shared. “Is he still a dick to you?” Stu asked as you laughed, “I guess? I dunno, I find it more funny that he’s still got a grudge against me for some reason, but at least he doesn’t try to pull my hair anymore,” you said jokingly.

“How about we go in there?” Tatum suggested as you and Sidney both shared a laugh, “what? You have a mystery date and you might want a cute outfit for Billy sometime,” Tate said as you and Sidney looked to each other before looking at the boys. “How about you two run off for a bit instead of being giant pervs, we’ll meet up again at the food court,” you suggested as Billy and Stu were quick to agree. Their rapid head shakes made you all rile up with laughter, smiling and heading into the store together. 

“Sooo, what’s your mystery dates favorite color?” Tate asked as you smiled, “I don’t know actually, that’s a good question,” you hummed as you looked at the different choices of lingerie that lined the store. “I think they like any color really,” you said as you spotted a red laced set, it was a bralette styled top that had strips running down the side to connect to the underwear. Sidney noticed where your eyes lingered and laughed, “they’re kinky, huh?” She joked as you laughed and nodded, “really,” you agreed. You picked through the outfit to find your size, wondering if ghostface would like it, you guessed they probably would enjoy the blood red color of it.Later that night you were in your bathroom, glad that your parents had left to have dinner at your grandparents, which they did very hesitantly given the incident a few days ago. When you reassured that with all your friends only a few blocks away and access to cars, as well as the marvelous creation of phones to dial 911, they let you be.

You found yourself looking in the mirror as you checked yourself out for the 100th time in the lingerie you had bought. You blushed and wondered if your masked killer would enjoy the outfit, running your hand slowly across the lace fabric. You heard a noise from outside, quickly throwing on a tshirt- one you didnt care about if ruined again- and pj shorts before heading out into your bedroom.

You peeked over your window to see nothing, frowning to yourself before sighing and taking a seat on your bed. But when you were met with the back of the costumed body looking over your vanity you let out a small scream, making them turn to you. “Jesus christ you scared me!” You yelled at them before relaxing, “no window climbing this time?” You asked as they shook their head, continuing to look around the room. You noticed their little glances around the room, curious as to why they were studying it. They turned towards you once more, walking over to you and looking you over. They were less aggressive than last time, using two fingers to tilt your head up to them. Their fingers were warm, which caught you off guard, just yesterday they were cold to the touch.

“There’s two of you?” You questioned, their demeanor changing quickly as they grabbed your chin. “I-I don’t know who you are, i swear. It’s just- y-your touch…” you spoke quickly, trailing off as their grip loosened. “The last one was cold, kinda felt like a corpse,” you said jokingly, “and you’re warm…plus you keep looking around like you haven’t been here before.” You said to them, their touch going back to just gently holding your chin up. They moved away from you, going back to your vanity and grabbing a small black bag, bringing it over to you. You blinked in surprise, looking up to them before they gestured to open it. You reached into the bag, pulling out a piece of paper that was torn, giggling at the words that were printed onto it. ‘Sorry about the last guy :(‘

“See? I would have figured it was two of you anyways,” you said as they shook their head. You smiled, reaching back into the bag and looking at your two new Carrie shirts. One was in the style as your previous one, the other a different one but still in the correct size. “I didn’t think I would actually be treated to a new shirt,” you admitted, hearing a chuckle from them. You didn’t say it out loud, but your heart was filled with joy knowing these two masked killers, regardless of not knowing them, were being so kind and caring towards you. You swooned, noticing how different the two seemed. The other one scared you a little, not really knowing their true intentions, but this one seemed so much more gentle and sweet with you. “I um, I also had a little surprise for you,” you said, noticing how they perked up at your words.

A blush rose to your cheeks as you looked up to them, adjusting yourself before sitting up on your knees. “but you’ll have to take my clothes off first to see it, mr. ghostface.” you whispered out, which made them grab you by the waist and lay you down on the bed. They didn’t take out the knife, instead their hands darted to the hem of your shirt and lifted it up to reveal the red lingerie underneath. A small groan left them as they quickly worked on taking off your shorts, making you giggle at the rush in their actions. You let out a little whimper as they groped you, aware now of how unintentionally strong their grip was. They squeezed your breast that was covered in the lace, their other hand roaming up and down your side. The lack of their touch made you whine out, pouting up at them before they moved to grab the final thing from the bag. A new blindfold, one dedicated just for you. They were quick to tie it, making sure you didn’t see through it by waving in front of you.

All you heard was a little thump of the mask and them struggling to take their gloves off before you heard the rest of their clothing thump to the ground. Before you could even take in a breath you felt their hand already cupping your core, their lips attacking the part of your breasts that were left uncovered from the lingerie. They roamed around before their lips were now on your neck, creating a new hickey right above the old one. You moaned softly, a shaky hand reaching to grab their arm.You could feel their muscles contract and tighten at the touch but when you made no movement to touch elsewhere, they quickly calmed down and continued their lust filled attack on you. They teased you over the lace panties you wore, their smirk growing as you let out little huffs and moans. The bed lifted, their frame no longer causing it to dip and your hand was left holding nothing, a small pout made its way to your agitated frown as their touch left you. After a moment you gasped, feeling their hands spreading your legs apart as they placed gentle kisses onto your inner thighs.

It was the first time you felt the blade, but they didn’t trail it across your skin like the other, instead they used it to make you exposed to them. Another whine left you, “you owe me a new outfit again, this was brand new,” you whined, they responded with a nip to your inner thigh, not doing anything else before diving into you.Your back arched on impact, their tongue on your clit as they spread you open with their thumbs. “fuck,” you moaned out, your thighs closing around their head to lock them in place in pure instinct. They were skilled at this, eventually finding the perfect pace that had you shaking and squirming. Every time you tried to shimmy up and get away from the pleasure, their large hands wrapped around your thighs from behind and pulled you back down onto their face. You weren’t even aware of how many minutes had passed before your thighs were shaking, only being held up by their grip. “Wait, fuck, you’re-“ the breath was knocked out of your lungs as they entered their middle finger into you, their pace matching that of their tongue as they thrusted it in and out of you.

 A loud moan left your lips as you came, whines and whimpers erupting from your chest as their ministrations didn’t stop. “Please, please, ‘s too much,” you pleaded, clawing at your bedsheets as they just hooked their arm around your thigh and pulled you down back onto their face once more. It was practically like a scene from the Exorcist as you came again, your back arching off of the bed as you nearly let out a scream from all the pleasure. This time they slowly pulled away after you came down from your high, lapping at you one last time before pulling away and hovering over you. Your chest heaved as you did your best to catch your breath, smiling softly at the gentle kiss they placed onto you. You felt them snake their hand into yours, making you giggle as they wrapped their fingers in the spaces between your own. A smile curled onto their lips when they heard your laugh, growing even wider when you let out a moan as their free hand went back to your entrance. They still held your hand as they pulled back a little, your legs spreading more as you felt them running their tip along your slit.

 At every swipe to your clit you let out a moan, gasping when they entered you. Within a second their lips were attacking your neck again, earning whines and moans from every bite, lick, and thrust that they tortured your body with. The pleasure was dizzying, you had never really gone so many rounds with someone before, the recovery time was practically nothing with how fast your climax was building up again. They were more gentle, their free hand roaming over the bralette you still had on, teasing your nipples over the fabric as they littered your skin in love bites. You were already regretting Tatum’s and Sidney’s teases about them tomorrow but for now, you accepted your fate.

Their pace was quick but managed to hit all your sweet spots, their hand that held yours was gripping you so tightly their knuckles turned white, which only brought you closer to the edge. Their free hand found its way to your clit again, rubbing it in time with their thrusts to completely overwhelm you. Your orgasm washed over you hard, the seconds felt like they lasted a lifetime as you did your best to come down from your high, but their continued sloppy thrusts didn’t help one bit. A loud whine left you as they came, biting into your neck to cover up their moan. They pulled out slowly, letting go of your hand and kissing you once again. Unlike the other ghostface, they laid down in the bed with you, pulling you against their chest. You accepted the invitation, resting against their chest and listening to their heartbeat as you recovered from your orgasm. 

“Next time…do- uh,” you spoke softly, a bit shy to get your thoughts out into words. You felt their fingertips tracing your jaw, relaxing as their thumb ran over your lips. “Do you think the both of you could come by next time? You- uh, you don’t have to but…” you trailed off as they kissed you, feeling their head move in a nod. You smiled, heart fluttering with excitement knowing both of them would be alone with you. “And don’t forget the new lingerie set, please,” you requested with a little laugh. It was an hour later, ghostface gone and you freshly showered and dressed in your pajamas again. 

Your phone rang, seeing Sidney’s caller id and answering quickly. “Hey, have you seen any of the police cars pass by?” She asked as you looked out your window, “no, how come?” You asked as Sidney sighed. “Oliver, the neighbors said they heard screaming and shit breaking and when police got there they said he was dead,” she said as you frowned. “Do they know if it was the killer?” You asked, “yeah, neighbors said they saw him running off. They tried going after them but they couldn’t catch up.” She told you, you sighing and shaking your head. “That’s so creepy…” you said, thinking back to the conversation you all were having earlier that day. You couldn’t help but wonder if ghostface was stalking you, if they already knew you and your past. 

[obvi-the-best-soph]

Just a little bit in love.

alexia putellas masterlist: here

genre: pure fluff warnings: none

word count: 688

summary: you're a social media admin for barcelona femeni, and engaged to alexia putelllas. you sit with mapi at lunch, mapi making the grave mistake of asking how you and alexia were doing.

When you first came to work for FC Barcelona in 2015, you were under the impression you would be filming and helping run pre and post game press conferences for the men’s team, however, when you showed up on your first day, an iPhone was thrust into your hands and you were sent out to where the pitch where the Femeni team was training. That was when you first met eyes with Alexia Putellas, long story short, very quickly after that training session ended, Alexia asked you out to dinner, and now, nearly 10 years later, you’re engaged and happier than ever. 

At the moment, Alexia is sick, practically her least favourite thing in the world as it means she has to miss training and interviews and practically put her whole life on hold. You hate her being sick too, because she gets a bit huffy and tense and refuses to try and sleep it off, instead still attempting to do all the things she does at full health, even the time when she should probably of been hospitalised with an awful case of Covid during the pandemic a few years back, she still took Nala out for a walk everyday and made lunch for you both every. Single. Day. 

But there was another reason you hated her being sick, because now, you had no one to sit with during lunch. So you decided to just sit alone, until a ridiculously-cheerful-for-a-Monday Mapi ungracefully plonked herself down into the seat in front of you, grinning. 

“Hola chica. How’s your day been?” she asked, starting on her avocado.

“Yeah alright thanks, kinda missing Ale. It’s boring when you aren’t just filming your fiancee and posting videos of her on Instagram all day,” you reply with a teasing smile, beginning to eat your own lunch.

“Oh yeah, it sucks, her not being here. I had no one to annoy in the locker rooms this morning. How are you guys going anyway? I think her and Ingrid are trying to organise another double date." She rolls her eyes slightly, but is still smiling, earning herself a firm poke in the bicep from the now slightly annoyed and huffy Norwegian sitting next to her. 

The second Mapi asks how you and Alexia are doing, your eyes light up more than they have all day, one of your favourite things to do was to gush over how amazing and sweet she is. 

“Well,” you start, and Mapi already looks like she’s regretting asking. 

“She takes me out for dinners and she holds she door, and she pulls out my chair and she holds my hand,

And she *always* calls me 'pretty' or 'beautiful,' not 'sexy' or 'hot'. She never forces me into anything I don't want to do. She sends me good morning and good night texts everyday. She writes me little cards listing all her favourite things about me, just because she felt like it.

She kisses me so gently it's like she's not even there, she'll carry me to bed if I fall asleep on the couch while we watch a movie. She tries to teach me football skills even though she knows I’m terrible at it. 

And she slow-dances with me in the living room after a few glasses of wine while it rains....

She learnt how to cook my favourite dinner. She carries my heels and gives me her jacket when we walk home from restaurants. She gets all flustered and refuses to look any time I wear anything low-cut…

She reads to me until I fall asleep-” Your little love rant is cut off by Mapi’s childish fake-gagging sounds. 

You laugh huffily and playfully shove her shoulder, “Oh shush María, you were the one who asked.” 

“Yes, and I regret my decisions. You two are so mushy, it’s gross. I hate to say it, but I think you might be just a little bit in love.” She retorts with a teasing grin. 

“Just a little bit.” You agree, smiling as you get up to put your plate in the dirty dishes pile and get back out onto the pitches.

[ceilidho]

god,,coworker johnny is so fucking good yo i like the fact that you made it clear that his peak weirdness comes out when only you can see it. the first two months with you working together being largely…cordial? no, maybe distant? maybe not in proximity (the guy is practically glued to you at all times), but it almost seemed like he only ever wanted you to see him in one certain way. framed and perfect and wanting. it just seemed, artificial, almost. that might be the word. even back then, you compared his interactions between you and your other coworkers, you could only barely understand that something was off. it was never like he was unfriendly to you, i mean, there were times he’d have casual diagreements with others, his voice dipping low with disapproval with a momentary frown. strangely, despite everything, it kinda relieves you, seeing that johnny can be so normal, but only ever sometimes, and never with you.

no, with you he’s almost too friendly. so friendly that it’s uncomfortable. only ever sweet, so sweet its bordering on sour. in a way, you were convinced that he was just being fake around you, at least before the whole “fleshlight incident”, but not now. not anymore.

its a real shame, because id imagine reader would really like johnny otherwise, as a true friend. he’s sincerely so fun and endearing to everyone else he comes across, you’ll sometimes find him in the break room conversing with a few of your other employees and he’s so genuinely funny and normal, even you tended to enjoy hearing his conversations with others in the background. but then he’ll realize you’re in the room and his eyes change. not just that, his whole posture morphs into something taut and tense; ready to pounce. it has you discreetly shrinking away, trying to get his searing gaze off of you. when it comes to you…theres an air of fevered wanting that only chokes you the more you breathe in.

lmao idk ive just had friendships in the past that were ruined by male horniness so im probably projecting a bit too much and u can ignore if i am but,,,personally im intrigued by the horror of knowing something potentially so meaningful and pure, something that seems to be easy for everyone else to have (true male friendship), has been effectively roadblocked because of lust. good and addicting in the moment but devastating in the long run like a cigarette 😭

HEHHEHEEHHE I’m reading this and rolling around on my bed and giggling, this is exactly the vibe. Poor reader because he really is such a fun guy to everyone else like people aren’t all WRONG in their opinion of him, he really is an excellent coworker. Good sport, funny guy; lends a hand whenever someone needs help. He helped Jeff move, drove Daryl to the airport, looked after Sonya’s cat while she was away.

but yeah :\\\ dude is severely compromised by lust when it comes to reader. Perverts all his good intentions, even before he comes out and says that he’s into her. Every single conversation is manufactured, artificial, kind of masked under his own delusional belief that they’re dating or whatever. He does genuinely like you, it’s just kind of buried down deep, not super important until you’re actually his.

[anba20fumetsu]

Dom!Gn!Reader, Sub!Hawks, Bottom!Hawks, Dildo, Riding, Wings, Feather, Dacryphilia, kinda Mean!Reader, Genital described as a dick

Sitting on the edge of your bed looking down at Hawks on the floor, you couldn’t help but smile at the scene in front of you. He was naked and bouncing on a medium sized dildo. You had asked him to do this earlier at your date, wanting to see him come in front of you without being able to touch you or you touching him. Hawks loved to always touch you, he always wanted to be close to you. Even the positions chosen in bed mirrored this. Always having him able to reach you as you fucked him. But more importantly, he struggled to come without your touch on him. When jerking off he would take an eternity to come even with you on the phone. When in intimate moments he could come at the slightless contact from you. Just you rubbing his sides would sometimes do it, or other times it would be you grazing his dick a bit. The worst would be his wings, any touch from you on his wing would make him come. You always had to be careful in public with his wings. He was dependent on your touch, so you wanted to try this. Would he be able to come? If so, after how long? Or would you have to step up to help him? Would he beg?

“I can’t do this, reader. Please, please touch me.” He whines at you as he started getting frustrated. It’s been 30 minutes that he was at it. 15 minutes of pure torture. He just wasn’t getting enough stimulation. He was so close yet so far. When he thought he was gonna cum it soon all went away with a lack of sufficient stimulation. He knew this was gonna last an eternity. But the worst of all, you were sitting over there only looking at him without ever coming closer. And you looked so good too. Still in your suit from your earlier date. You had taken the blazer off, but kept the jacket on. Since he saw you come out of the room dressed like with that suit he wanted you to fuck him. But you had come up with this stupid idea, so he had to suffer. He only needed a tiny something. Just a hand or even a finger. But everytime he asked, you would deny him and ask him to continue. He was so frustrated, dammit. But you, even after seeing that did not make even a slight twitch indicating that you would move. “Oh, you can't do it?” you responded mockingly. In response Hawks could only whine. Why were you so mean like that?

In the back of his mind, he felt a slight touch to one of his feathers. The feeling was barely there, but he looked up at you confused and saw you with it between your fingers. He recognised the feather as being one he gifted you a long time ago. He watched and felt you trace the length of it. The feeling of it gave him slight goosebumps. You were touching a part of him finally but not the right one. He couldn’t feel much with the feathers that were disconnected from his body a long time ago. It was worse than you touching him because he knew you were touching him, he felt it, but he was barely feeling anything. It was not enough. And you knew this, but simply did not care. It was actually kind of the point. So you continued. Hawks now having his eyes stuck to the feather in your hand, saw you move it towards your neck and brush it. You brushed the entirety of it with it and slowly lowered it towards your chest. Taking the time to brush each part you passed thoroughly. From your collarbones to your chest stayed there longer to play with your nipples, then your stomach and stopped there suddenly. Confused as to why you did, Hawks looked up at your face and watched as you took an obviously fake concerned expression and saw your lips starting to move. “Hawks, is something wrong? You stopped moving.” Hearing you say that he realised that yes, he had stopped moving because of what you were doing. “Oh, I’m sorry. Am I bothering you? Should I stop? It’s clearly too much for you.” Blushing at your teasing words he quickly responded a no. But you not seeing him start moving again told him “Well continue then. I don’t want to repeat myself.” Not wanting to disobey, he hurriedly started his pace again.

You stayed a few minutes watching him to make sure he would not stop again and seeing him not slowing, you continued your previous action. Moving the feather on your stomach, from your sides to your belly button to then very slowly starting to lower it. With your other hand you opened the button of your slacks and then the zipper, you then reached inside to pull out your shaft from your briefs. Taking a hold of it you started to move your hand up and down and slowly you lowered the feather on it. Teased your tip for a bit, then brushed the length of it. 

Seeing all of this hawks was really starting to get truly desperate. He realised he would have to beg sooner or later. It wasn’t fair. You were using one of his feathers to touch yourself, but he couldn’t even feel it correctly. He wanted to be the one touching you. He wanted to feel your body on him. He wanted you to touch him. For you to fuck him, jerk him off or even just caress his body a bit. It would be enough. He would be getting your touch and he would cum. But no, he had to sit there staring at you teasing yourself and him. He had to continue bouncing on this dildo who continuously hit his prostate but never was enough and his dick bouncing with the movements and sometimes hitting his stomach or the ground. But none of that was enough stimulation.

Having finally enough, he broke in small hiccups and begged “Reader, please, I’m begging. Please touch me, fuck me, anything. I just need you to touch me, please even a just a finger will do it please i’m begging you. I can’t do it. It’s not fair.” As he stopped speaking, he saw you stop your movements, lowering your hands on the bed next to you. You looked him in the eyes and smiled teasingly. Cooing at him you responded “Ooooh, It’s not fair” You laughed a bit and stood up. “Is that so, Baby. You can’t continue. You know, maybe I should touch you. I’m sorry baby, I wasn’t fair, let me rectify this.” As you spoke you walked very slowly towards him. Stopping in front of him at the end of your sentence you crouched down. Looking at him in the eyes you smiled and started to reach out towards his face. Hawks closing his eyes, was relieved you were gonna free him from this. He was finally gonna be able to cum after almost an hour. But as your hand was so close he could feel the heat from it on his cheek, you stopped. Confused, he opened his eyes and looked at you. As soon as his eyes took your face in, he whined very loudly and started to sob. You had a mischievous smirk on your face. You clearly never intended to touch him. Why were you so cruel? After all this time doing what you asked of him you could not even give him this. It was all he asked, so why. In his misery he heard you speak to him “Baby, you know I love seeing you cry. Just a little more, Hmm and I'll give it to you. Now get back to it, Hawks.” Not having realised in his state he had stopped, he as quickly as he could got back to it. 

He actually was a bit reassured by your words. You after all were more than ready to not give anything he asked. And you had already done it before. You actually liked to deny him things, he would eventually cum in those instances, but after a very long time or with difficulties and most importantly without you touching him. You really were cruel. But he suddenly remembered that you hated when he would not thank you when you did give him what he wanted. So he hurriedly responded, hoping that it wasn’t too late and that you wouldn’t deny it to him. “Thank you Reader.” Hearing this, your previously blank face lit up with a warm smile. 

You then decided that you could continue pleasuring yourself, so you did. One of your hands went up and took hold of your shaft and started to masturbate. The other one coming to rub your tip. You truly had the best scenery. Hawks bouncing up and down on a dildo, flushed from the exercise and wet tracks on his cheeks. His noises were the best too. His breathy whine and moans once in a while interrupted by a sob. He was beautiful and truly looked good crying. It was with this sight that you came into your hands. 

Coming down from your high, you heard hawks whining small ‘please’. He was pitiful and you love it. He sounded so cute right now. You felt your now softening cock twitch, but you knew you had to stop it. So for once you took pity on him and reached around him with your hand. Putting your hand on the base of one of his wings rubbing and passing your finger through the small feather there. As soon as your hand touched his feathers he practically screamed. His body shook intensely, his head falling on your shoulder while his eyes closed tight and his hands grabbed onto your other hand and squeezed so hard you winced in pain. Coming down from his high his body fell onto yours, like a puppet whose strings got cut. He layed in your arms heaving intensely after this mind numbing orgasm. You stayed there holding him through this and waiting for him to get a bit of consciousness. When he could move a bit you picked him up from the floor with your hands on his tights. As you did that you pulled the dildo out off him and kept it in your hands to wash in a minute. You carried him to the bedroom and laid him down on the bed. You quickly went to the bathroom to get a rag and you also put the dildo in the sink to wash later. Coming back you wiped him down and gave him water. As he drank you changed your clothes for pyjamas. When you turned around you saw him asleep and curled in a ball. So you went to bed with him. You wrapped your arms around his waist and pulled him closer, putting small kisses on his head and then fell asleep too.

Thank you for reading! Don’t hesitate to tell me if you liked it.

[marvelouslizzie]

sooo, i read your fic "like someone i know" and it was absolutely hot AND amazing. i am obsessed with miscommunication of how they thought they hated/were against each other but not. 😭

if you do take requests, could you write a drabble or something of them finally dating and bucky still teasing the reader but obviously in love now? JBJDJSHS maybe make the entire class confused bc they're aware of their rivalry. i just LOVEEE the fluff after enemies/rivals to lovers plots. 🥹

if you don't take requests, it's okay!!! your fic was amazing and now i shall read more of your work to my heart's content!!!

Thank you so much for the kind words ❤️

Oh, I absolutely love this! I tried to write a cute drabble and I hope this works for you.

summary: Set after Like Someone I Know. You and your former academic rival, Bucky, begin a secret romantic relationship. What happens when you two have another exam?

pairing: College!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

warnings: None actually. Pure bickering and a bit of fluff + no mention of y/n.

word count: 842

All work is mine, please do not repost or translate without my permission.

Another day, another test. You feel stressed by the number of lessons you had to study for this one. There were so many things, even though you went through all of them, you feel like you remember nothing. Nothing at all.

You open your bag and reach for your notes while your back rests against the cold wall. Maybe you will feel confident enough if you go through them one more time. Refreshing your memory does not hurt, right?

You start to read and repeat the most important info in your mind, trying to remember where and how you wrote them so you can use them during the exam, but it’s hard to concentrate. Especially, when Bucky’s voice is booming through the hallway. His laugh is so loud, and it annoys you because he isn’t laughing like that because of you. He’s just messing around with Steve, Sam, and Natasha, as usual. You are pretty sure Natasha is the one that made him laugh this loudly, and jealousy takes over you. 

“For the love of god, just stop talking for a sec! Some of us are trying to study here.” 

No one bats an eye. They are so used to you two bickering before and after exams, but Bucky immediately turns to you. You see the mischievous spark in his eyes. He’s so amused by the comment.

“Do you mean yourself, princess? Because I don’t see anyone else besides you studying right now.”

You make a sour face when you hear him calling you princess. That’s new. He usually calls you doll.

“Does it matter?”

“Matters to me.”

“Fine. I’m trying to study. Shut your mouth, kay? Bye.”

You try to turn back to your notes, but no, Bucky is not done bickering with you. Of course, he isn’t.

“Don’t worry, you will get a good grade. You always do.” It could’ve been such a sweet encouragement if his tone had been different. It just feels like he’s patronizing you.

“So what? I should stop studying?” 

“Yeah. Give yourself a break, doll.” He stops for a second, then dramatically adds. “Live a little.”

“Studying first, living later.” That kinda sounds like a promise, but no one but Bucky gets that.

You think you can finally read again, but Sam doesn’t let go of the conversation for some reason. He always likes to interject.

“Are you worried Bucky will get the best grade?” 

“Oh, come on, Sam!” Steve sounds tired already.

“I would like to see him try.” After years of being rivals, your answer comes automatically. You forget there’s no need for this anymore.

“I got the best score last time, remember?” Luckily he doesn’t sound offended. Maybe he just missed your usual bickering.

“And I will make sure that doesn’t happen again.” You give him a fake smile. You really want to get the best score, even if that means beating your boyfriend.

“You always say that, but…” Suddenly he stops talking, and you wanna know how that sentence ends.

“But what?” 

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Come on!” You challenge him. He shouldn’t stop himself from voicing his thoughts just because you started to date a while ago. Your rivalry is still there. He should be free to say whatever he wants. “Say it.”

“Maybe later.” He resists.

"Come on, Barnes! Since when are you afraid to speak your mind?" Your taunting works like a charm.

“You always say that, but I never saw you upset because I beat you.”

You can’t help but smile. If someone is gonna get the better grade, it has to be Bucky. Any other option is simply not acceptable.

You feel the stares of Steve, Sam, and Natasha on you. They didn’t expect this turn of events. They have been holding their breaths to see your reaction. Are you gonna get mad? Snap back at him? Shove his flirtatious comment up his ass?

“If it's not me, then it has to be you, right?” You watch Bucky’s smile grow while others mumble with confusion.

“If not my girl, then who else?”

Oh, he really went there. He didn’t miss the opportunity to claim you, and even though you wanted to do that very differently, you can’t help but feel giddy about it.

You don’t say anything at first, slowly walking towards him. You stop right in front of him, staring into his pretty blue eyes. He doesn’t know what to expect, so you can see how puzzled he is. You stand on your tiptoes and gently place a kiss on his cheek. 

“Good luck, baby,” you whisper into his ear, then you just turn on your heels, like nothing happened. “See you after the exam.” You don’t look back, but you hear others talk.

“What the fuck just happened?” 

“Did she just-” 

“I told you they would eventually fuck, Rogers! Pay up!” 

“Language, Sam! We don’t even know…”

“Oh, they definitely did.” Natasha sounds rather amused.

“Fine!”

“Oh, come on! You betted on us?” Bucky’s charming voice is the last thing you hear before entering the classroom.

[anticidic]

Been thinking more about basilisk!Dazai and human!Chuuya lately and will probably write something eventually so here I go with more headcanons:

Dazai having an affinity for warm baths and soaking in the tub inhaling the steam. He'd love going to the beach and walking along the shore as well. He'd also really like rolling around in the warm sand and getting his feet wet by the water.

He's down to do anything by the beach because the sand and the sea salt on the wind feels so nice to him so they often have date nights on the beach making little campfires and roasting marshmallows. Also, volleyball...building sandcastles...trying to surf...I say trying because I don't think Dazai has very good sea legs when he's bipedal. I think he'd have coordination issues—falling into the water a lot (and doesn't even mind it)

When he's not in his human form, he sheds his skin much like a snake and the cycle reflects in his human form: after shedding, in his human form his skin is silky smooth, hair fluffier, his eyes crystal clear, and he doesn't wear as many bandages to cover his skin because the scales recede. But the longer the cycle goes on up until it's time to shed again, his skin grows rougher (and he wears a lot more bandages), there's a cloudiness in his eyes, and he's sensitive to light and sounds and just wants to curl up in bed.

Chuuya going out to get medicine at the pharmacy for Dazai thinking he's ill but Dazai's gone when Chuuya returns and there's a note by the bed that 'something came up' and Dazai needed to leave, aka his shitty excuse to go back into the sea to actually shed his skin because it's agony sustaining his human form.

Chuuya finds out about the truth either when Dazai's acting really weird and locking himself in a room and refusing to come out because he lost a contact lenses and doesn't want to kill Chuuya, or something really mundane like Dazai gets something in his eye, it makes his eye water, loosens the contact lenses, and some poor person just happened to be looking at him and was petrified on the spot

Chuuya feeling the subtle fluctuations in Dazai's body temperature. Sometimes Dazai's a little cooler without the lights on or the heat going. Or in the winter. He'd love being bundled in heating blankets during the winter. Chuuya turning on a little heating lamp on the nightstand and Dazai just kinda scooting closer and snuggling next to it.

Chuuya sometimes hearing on the news about the Tokyo Bay's waters being unusually turbulent that time of year and the sea life being restless in response to Dazai's fluctuating emotions. No one thinks it's an ancient creature at hand, just unusual weather patterns. Stressed Dazai just putting everything around him on edge—fishermen have a hard time leaving the ports, and more wildlife is seen beached on the shores.

Dazai brings a piece of treasure from the depths to subtly test Chuuya to see if he's actually pure hearted or might be just faking it and waiting to submit to human greed. Dazai's seen it happen countless times so when Chuuya's in awe and doesn't even want to touch it because he feels like he might disturb some ancient treasure, Dazai's heart swells a lil bit and makes him more curious about Chuuya.

Chuuya starts having vivid dreams of the sea more often the longer they're together; he's like seeing through Dazai's eyes in his dreams.

When Chuuya does put all the pieces together and realizes what Dazai is after extensive research, he goes to the shore one late night when it's silent and there's no activity to talk to the water and try to coax Dazai into resurfacing when he thinks Dazai's either not there, ignoring him, or maybe Chuuya had it wrong all along, and Chuuya just talks to the ocean in the hopes his voice carries and Dazai hears. Dazai just hearing Chuuya say that not all humans are bad. And that Chuuya really loved him from the bottom of his heart. That he's human, so he can't stick around forever, but that he forgives Dazai and he knows loneliness too.

Dazai doesn't resurface immediately because he's not in his human form and doesn't want to harm Chuuya, but the sky clears, the constant rain lets up, the ocean calms, and Chuuya hears about it on the news how it's the first beautiful day in a while in Yokohama and it's a metaphor for Dazai finding peace

[nmakii]

Yandere Nagito, Kokichi with Demon Overlord Mastermind! Reader.

NATURE ABHORS A POWER VACUUM, IT LEAVES ROOM FOR YOU AND ME!

— yandere!nagito + kokichi x overlord!mastermind!reader

— gn!reader, spoilers for danganronpa! nagito and kokichi in general are warnings

wrote this immediately after my religion class bc lol! i hate my teacher!!

— yandere!nagito

quite confused by how often you squabble with chiaki since she is generally a girl who is easy to get along with. it seems as though your very presence gets her in a bad mood…

a little bit into the fact that you’re quite cold to the rest of the group. sometimes, nagito just follows you around the island like a lost little puppy

often distressed by the fact you are dismissive of nagito’s dreams for hope. it’s hope! it’s the manifestation of absolute good, how could you not believe in it?

finds you quite useful in trials, it’s almost as if you already know what happened!

generally, nagito has positive views of you. until he went into the final dead room…

at first, he was confused at by your student profile; there was no written date of birth, no ultimate talent written— general info that is important in hope’s peak… because of this, he was able to piece together though that you were the traitor.

after leaving the funhouse, nagito established a rendezvous with you at night in the hotel.

“why, hello there, s/o.” nagito snarled at you, a certain type of fury in his eyes. “what is it, nagito? it’s kinda late. and, after that funhouse, i want nothing more but to eat and sleep…” you pouted

“haha… it’s okay, s/o, really! you can drop the act already. i know you’re the traitor.” nagito laughed, waving his hand as he walked towards you. “traitor? don’t be stupid, nagito.” you huffed out, just about to leave the hotel.

nagito pulled out the book of student profiles as a ball of anxiety set itself in your stomach. nagito flipped to the page with your student profile on it, a photo of you in the hope’s peak uniform on the top left corner. “would you care then to explain why so much information is left out?” he tilted his head.

you remained silent for awhile, a million thoughts running through your head before you sighed out. “can’t believe i got caught so easily…” nagito’s eyes widened. “so i was right, huh?” you rolled your eyes at him before answering him. “not exactly… i could tell you everything if you were to say… sell me your soul..?” you subtly raised an eyebrow to him.

“sell… my soul? what are you talking about?” nagito awkwardly laughed, clearly confused by what you meant. “look… i’m not exactly the mastermind. more like… an accomplice? i was summoned from hell and we made a deal~…” you calmly explained. “if you were to give me your soul’s eternal enslavement… i’ll tell you anything you wish to know” you grinned, reached a hand towards him.

nagito thought about it before his hand locked with yours, a colorful aura filling the hotel, the glow reaching even the cottages. “deal.” plenty of information immediately filled nagito’s head as he finally started to piece it all together.

the tragedies were truly horrific, not to mention junko enoshima’s constant interruption with the future foundation’s plans, causing this awful killing game; nothing but pure and utter despair. the look on nagito’s face was one of pure horror, a panicked look all over his face as he had a cold sweat. “haah… haha…” he huffed out, his muscles stiffening in fear. “i see… i..” a despairful look filling his eyes.

and that was the night that nagito disappeared, beginning to work on his master plan.

nagito hid from the rest of you, carefully stalking you and making sure you wouldn’t ruin his plan.

he’d begin to fall back into his ‘servant’ persona; creating the bomb and creating that fake threat.

fueled by his hatred for you, he’d hyper-fixate on everything you do; making sure that despite his classmates’ atrocities, you wouldn’t hurt them.

and as he lay there on that cold floor, spear cord in hand, he made a promise; he’ll do whatever to make sure that he’d get you and the mastermind killed. even if it meant killing his classmates. and, even if it cost his soul.

— kokichi ouma

curious of you… fascinated by your cold demeanor and your distaste for chit-chat… you’re quite similar to maki, huh?

and because of those, he’s able to conclude you’re hiding something as well.

he can feel something is off whenever you talk about your ultimate talent, but he just can’t figure out why. why would anyone lie about their ultimate talent?

it is not until late one night. kokichi was skipping away from kiyo’s lab, caged child book in hand, that he sees you and tsumugi talking in one of the dark empty rooms.

‘curious… why would that be?’ he wonders, as he presses an ear close by.

“tsumugi… this plot of yours is getting complex. you’re deluding the students with too much truth and lies bullshit. at this point, it’s not danganronpa anymore.” you protested. “enough already… you promised to aid our team, so long as you get my soul when i die.”

soul? what’s that supposed to mean? were you some kind of superhuman?

“even you have to admit, this is really meta…” you muttered. “it’s okay, we have scriptwriters to fix that! now, i need to request something of you.” tsumugi started. “i need you to put a stop to kokichi. his character is getting out of control, make sure that he doesn’t do anything to reveal the ending.” she stated. you huffed out grumpily. “understood…”

kokichi’s eyes widened, running off as quietly as he could as to make sure he wouldn’t be caught.

put a stop to him? would he be killed? kokichi thought rapidly about the possibilities.

as a result of that, he started to become more unhinged as to keep himself safe from you. all of this ending up getting miu and gonta killed…

kokichi knew he was in danger, he’d have to hide to keep himself safe. any minute now, tsumugi would have you kill him…

in the end, he decided to lie, as per usual. he lied that he was the mastermind after all!

“soo, the mastermind you’re looking for… is me!” a monstrous look on kokichi’s face. as kaito attempted to attack him, the many exisals surrounding kokichi, prepared to attack.

you held kaito back, an angered look on his face. “s/o! what the hell are you doing?! we have to kill the mastermind to finally end this killing game!” he shouted. “kaito! listen, we have to be careful…” shuichi sighed out, grippinghis chin thoughtfully. “shuichi’s right, we shouldn’t act so brashly. if kokichi really is the mastermind, he’ll be—“ you sternly said before being interrupted, grabbed by the legs by an exisal.

“yoink! s/o, you’re coming with mee!!” kokichi sang happily. shuichi grimaced, looking kokichi in the eye. “this isn’t over, kokichi.” kokichi grinned as he walked away. “oh, but it is over! when i play a game, i intend to win.”

when you woke up, you were in the exisal hangar, a red bean curd bun and a box of milk in front of you.

“tell me what you are.” kokichi frowned, him beside your body, crisscrossed legs beside your head. “well uh… my name is s/o… and i was just knocked out by the mastermind.” you snidely replied. “don’t give me that bullshit, i know you were told to keep an eye on me.” kokichi’s eyes glared at you.

your eyes widened before you sighed, sitting up on your butt. “guess the cat’s out of the bag…” you laughed. “well… i’m a demon overlord from hell… i was summoned by team danganronpa to help with their killing games. i have to admit though, recently… it’s been getting a bit dry.”

“then… would you like to… make a deal?” kokichi questioned hesitantly, unsure of how this would work. “interesting… do tell me, what are your terms?” you leaned forward.

“you help me execute my plan, in return… i’ll give you my soul.” he said. “ah… this would be breaking my terms with tsumugi… oh well, i can’t resist a good deal.” you grinned, shaking your hand with kokichi’s, effectively sealing the deal.

“so then, what is it you need?” you tilted your head, finally taking a bite of the food before you. “i need you.. to kill me.” kokichi said, the most serious you’ve ever seen him. “this means you’ll be the blackened, okay?”

you nodded you head. “how exciting… i can’t wait to see how i’ll be executed.” you said, wondering out loud. “no, i want to make a case where the mastermind can’t know who the victim is. i’m sure that… this will end the killing game for sure.”

you thought about it, before nodding. “alright then, where should we begin?”

[jjs-brainrot]

So I've finally read How Do We Relationship? by Tamifull

(spoilers for up to chapter 121 ahead)

What exactly is a relationship? Is it some natural part of the human experience where you pick a life partner? is it a social contract between individuals to ensure exclusive romantic and sexual feelings between each other? Is sex a requirement for a relationship? Is romance even?

I don't know to be honest. What I do know is this: How Do We Relationship? by Tamifull hit me like a truck and then backed up over the corpse.

It might be one of the most nuanced, unflinching and uncompromising works about understanding relationships I've read. I think, in general, a lot of romance fiction feels overly wishful. While I can certainly appreciate a good gushy and feel good romance, it kinda gets tiresome seeing the same "will they, won't they (they will eventually)" and "love at first sight (it works out even though they literally have no chemistry)" stories regurgitated over and over again.

So much of it just feels too fake for me. Like I'm not watching two characters come to understand and fall for each other, I'm watching two halves of a couple who only exist to be a couple. Chemistry? Completely optional! Hardships? Temporary and will only make them love each other more afterwards. Break ups? Reserved exclusively as a failure state or for purely abusive relationships…

What sets How Do We Relationship? apart from its peers is its commitment to understanding its characters as people rather than archetypes. People who each have their own wants, fears, feelings towards sex and romance and most importantly: their own personal definition of what a relationship should be. People who when confronted with each other think they understand how everything should go, only to find out that the other person has a completely different understanding that doesn't fully jive with theirs.

The only yuri series I can think of that does something similar is Yuri is My Job! by Miman. Yuri is My Job! focuses heavily on the idea of fake relationships in Class S stories with it frequently asking "what actually makes something a relationship?"

A lot of Yuri is My Job! is primarily a critique on Class S stories first (possibly also a direct refutation of Maria Watches Over Us… I still need to watch MariMite so I can't say for certain) with a lot of its characters being subversions of classic Class S archetypes. So a lot of its dissections of relationships are done in the context of Class S stories.

That being said, seeing a series directly refuting the idea of a relationship being static and instead coming to the conclusion that the only ones that can decide what a relationship is are the people involved? That stuck with me. How Do We Relationship? is far a more focused dissection of what it means to be in a relationship, or at least, what means for its particularly cast of characters.

Take, for instances, our two main characters: Miwa and Saeko

Miwa and Saeko start out as friends, but after coming out to each other and finding out they're both lesbians, they decide on a whim to date. At first glance, they seem like the perfect couple! After all, they bounce off of each other's personalities really well, enjoy each other's company (both out and about and in the bedroom) and in general seem to care for each other quite deeply. They were made for each other, right? Well, no.

They're both individuals with vastly different personalities, experiences and feelings from each other. Over time they begin to see things in their relationship that bother them. Mostly little things here and there. Nothing they want to start a fight over or strain their relationship over at first but… Small wounds still fester. It eventually finally comes to a head a little bit after Miwa visits her old crush in a high school reunion. It's very clear to both Saeko and Miwa that she hasn't actually gotten over her past feelings for her high school crush. What's more clear to Saeko is that Miwa doesn't feel the same level of love for her and she does for Miwa. Eventually they just… break up and go back to being friends.

In most romance stories, a break up is regularly seen as either the ultimate failure state for a relationship, a temporary set back for a relationship to overcome or purely as an escape valve from an abusive or just kind of shit relationship. The reality is that there many different reasons for a relationship to end.

Could Miwa and Saeko have worked it out? With the path they were heading down, no. Neither of them were willing to fully open up about their problems as both feared hurting the other. Which just ended up with them hurting each other even more. If they had continued the course, their break up might have been far more painful and resulted in them not being able to be friends any more.

And they do get to go back to being friends even after being exes!

I think back to my aunt who divorced her husband several decades ago. They ended their relationship but decided to remain close in part for their daughter's benefit. Over the years they've remained close friends and have gone back to living with each other as well. There's no hard rule that becoming exes means you have to fully cut each other off if that's not what you both want. Certainly there might still be mixed feelings between you both (Miwa and Saeko's relationship as friends certainly takes some huge bumps after they break up), but you shouldn't follow along with what society expects from you both in a relationship versus what you both want from YOUR relationship.

And that right there is Tamifull's thesis statement with How Do We Relationship?: don't determine how your life and relationships should be based on what society expects them to be.

Tamifull doesn't hold back anything when it comes to depicting how society treats relationships in general but also how it treats gay people in specific. While the physical danger of homophobia is always a constant that makes many queer people not want to be open with their queerness, being constantly other-ed in most social situations (whether intentionally or not) can frequently be reason enough to want to stay in the closet. Insensitive questions (that are more often born from ignorance rather than malice), being always seen as an outlier, frequently having to lie about who you like and a million other microaggressions that just build up as extra hardship in a queer relationships. Relationships are already not easy to keep together, but adding additional outside stressors can strain them even harder. Enter Shiho.

Shiho was Miwa's aforementioned high school crush whom she reconnected with during a high school reunion. After Miwa and Saeko's break up, Miwa started keeping up contact with her more and more and eventually has the opportunity to meet with her again. Miwa goes to meet with Shiho in order to confess her past feelings for her. Miwa is fully expecting to get turned down but when she meets Shiho, Shiho seems far more receptive and warm towards Miwa than she was expecting. Whatever mental protections Miwa had against the idea of actually having her feelings reciprocated crumbled as it seems like Shiho might have feelings for her as well? Could she actually get together with her old crush?

Unfortunately, while Shiho does have feelings for Miwa, she doesn't feel strong enough to deal with all the baggage that comes with being in a lesbian relationship with Miwa. She very clearly put a lot of thought into the subject, and while she does care for Miwa, she just can't put herself in a relationship with Miwa. Shiho isn't in the wrong about her own feelings and she doesn't invalidate Miwa's. But it still ends up breaking Miwa far more than if Shiho had out right rejected her.

External factors can have a major effect on relationships but internal factors have arguably far more impact on relationships. Namely: sex and romance. Or more specifically: how everyone has different levels of interest in sex and romance.

Figuring out that I was ace and aro took way longer than it probably should have. "I have no interest in having sex with someone but I still get off to porn so clearly I can't be ace!" was legitimately a thought that stopped me from fully embracing being ace for several years. Eventually I figured out that sex-repulsion isn't a requirement of being ace and that the ace spectrum covers a pretty wide variety of experiences under it and that my own is just as valid as the others.

Over the years I've had to engrave a pretty simple idea into my soul: there is no universal experience when it comes to sex and love. Regardless of whether you're allo, ace or aro, you'll have very different feelings towards sexual and romantic interest than everyone else. Let's take, for example, Rika.

Rika is one of the supporting straight characters of the cast. She's also arguably the most sexually active member of the main cast with easily the highest body count of them all. And yet she does not want a relationship past friends-with-benefits. I'm not sure if she's necessarily aro or just not currently interested in a romantic relationship, but the point is that the main thing she wants from her relationships is sex. And that is completely fine! It sucks that when she explains this to dudes she just fucked who want to start dating her that she only wanted a sexual relationship with them and they respond by thinking she must have some family issues that make her so sexually active (she doesn't) or they respond derogatorily that she's just a slut. That's just part of who she is, there is nothing wrong with her. If she was a guy, it wouldn't even raise an eyebrow.

And then on the flip side, you have Tamaki.

Some time after Miwa recovered from her heartbreak over Shiho (and after being sex friends with Saeko again for a bit), Miwa starts dating a year younger kouhai by the name of Tamaki. Tamaki is asexual/alloromantic, she very much has romantic feelings for Miwa and even enjoys kissing and looking at Miwa's body, but she has a very low sex drive. Miwa, on the other hand, has a pretty high sex drive. Tamaki and Miwa together might be one of the best depictions of an allosexual and asexual relationship I've ever seen.

I've know a number of aspecs who've gone through a similar situation as Miwa and Tamaki. Some are certainly able to come to an understanding with their allo partners about each other sexuality, personal boundaries and fulfilling each other's needs in a way that's healthy for both parties. But a lot end up in similar situations as Miwa and Tamaki.

Where in one or both partners feel like they're hurting each other. Some aces feel guilt over not being able to provide for their partner's sexual needs, even if their allo partner assures that them feeling comfortable is far more important to them. Some allos might feel like they're raping their ace partners when they have sex, even if their ace partner expressly gives consent because they want satisfy their partner's needs, even if they themselves don't get anything out of the experience. If you get both together, you end up with a feedback loop of self hatred where the ace person sees their own lack sexual interest as actively harming the person they love and the allo person sees themselves as a monster for wanting to have sex with the person they love.

It's a toxic situation to be in, but it's also one that's hard to leave as both parties feel they themselves are in the wrong and their solutions to correct their error (the allo refraining from asking for sex and the ace more freely offering up sex) just lead to the situation escalating to the point of serious damage to one or both parties.

And unfortunately, that seems to have happened to Miwa. As of writing this, we're at chapter 121 so we're still early on the current arc, but it's looking like Miwa breaking up with Tamaki has done a number on her sex drive. I'm no expert on fluctuations in sexual interest due to trauma, so I won't dive too deeply into this (especially since we're still so early in the new arc). However, associating your sex drive as something that's actively harming your partner to the point that you leave them even though you still love them? Yeah, that's going to cause some damage.

I could ramble on and on about other aspects and topics that How Do We Relationship? does so well (Yuria/Saeko insecurities and dependencies, Saeko/Miwa's brief stint as friends-with-benefits, etc), but I've already said far, far more then I was originally already planning to say. So I think I might have save them for some future posts if I remember them.

So to finally end this now very long essay, I return to my original question: "what exactly is a relationship?"

I don't know, I ain't a cop. Whatever you and your partner(s) say it is, is what it is. But watch out though!

[itsascreambaby96]

Eddie Munson as Ghostface? With Reader?

Halloween pranks turned into fun time in the bedroom?

Warnings: 18+, mdni!!!!! Everyone is over 18. Knife play! Mentions of murder (no one gets killed) Oral (male recieving), this is pure smut. Plot? I don't know her. P in v sex. Bit mean!Eddie (just a tiny bit). If I missed anything let me know.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

A/N: Hehe my love that is a brilliant idea. And I am honoured to write my first Eddie piece for you😁 you know this was the final push to write that piece we were talking about a few weeks ago🤭 is this my favourite thing ever? Yes. Yes it is😌

Also applications for a boyfriend or girlfriend to do this with me are still open😅

It's a scream baby!

Eddie has been teasing you with his stupid mask all month already. And you were only half way through October. Giving you creepy calls, asking you about your favourite scary movie, which ended in hot telephone sex. Jumping out from behind the fridge, which led to Eddie hitting it from behind over the kitchen counter. Or jumping from behind a door, which ended in sex against the wall. Or jumping out of your wardrobe, which led to sex on your bed. There was no limit for him. Not like he didn't get to scare and kill people. He did. He just loved making you jump.

Of course you knew he was the famous Ghostface killer. It wasn't hard to figure out considering your High School bully wound up dead, a day after you told your boyfriend Eddie about what happened back then. You weren't sorry for them. It's what they deserved. It was also kinda hot and you might or might have not had the best sex after he admitted it. Of course he was wearing the mask, who might still have had some blood on it.

Eddie knew you had a thing for Slashers. The way you always look at them when you two watched a horror movie was a tell tale sign. And he was so excited about the thing he had planned. In his head is was coming together perfectly.

You found a part time volunteer job for the corn maze in Hawkins. The uniform wasn't much, basically just a vest and the rest were your own clothes. It was pretty chill most days. You only had to call someone 4 times yet cause some people got lost.

Today had been a quiet day and it was closing time. Your co worker left you to do the final round alone because he had an important date apparently and it couldn't wait. He was an asshole anyway so you were glad he was gone.

With your fleshlight in hand you went through the maze. You knew every path by now. It wasn't completely dark yet but having the flashlight gave you a bit of safety.

You had a weird feeling going in but it was probably nothing. You were almost finished now, already making your way back and you still couldn't shake that weird feeling. Like your were being watched and followed. Looking behind you, you saw nothing. You were going just a tad quicker just in case.

And then you heard it, a twig snapped behind you and you froze. Someone was definitely behind you. It was darker now but you didn't need your fleshlight to see who was behind you. The white mask reflected the moonlight. Black empty eyes kept looking at you. You let out a breath, fairly certain that it was Eddie. Who else would it be? Though in this town you could never be too sure.

So you said "Fuck Eddie you almost gave me a heartattack!"

Ghostface tilted his head slightly. Fuck those eyes didn't give anything away.

"I am not Eddie." You gulped at the deep modulated voice. You know it was him. 99.99% sure. But to pretend he was just a nameless killer? It kinda rilled you up.

"Oh you wanna play psycho killer? Can I be the helpless victim? Ok let's see. No please don't kill me Mister Ghostface, I wanna be in the sequel." You looked at him with fake innocent eyes.

You could hear Eddie snicker and you were relieved you were right.

"You better run fast, princess. If I catch you, it's over for you." That same deep voice spoke again. Your eyes widen, excitement bubbling up.

He came a step towards you, then another and another, before you were darting off, Ghostface right behind you. You knew this maze by heart, so it was definitely on purpose that you ran into a dead end so Eddie would catch you. Of course you didn't let him know that.

You muttered an audible "Fuck" and turned around. You could hear Eddie tsk behind you. He was closer than you initially thought. A surprise gasp leaving you as his leather gloved hand wrapped around the base of your neck lightly. Eddie lightly ran his knife over your cheek. Your heart was beating wildly, adrenaline pumping through your veins.

"Poor thing. Now what to do with you?" It was kind of thrilling that you couldn't see Eddie's face, yet his movements were so telling.

The pointy tip of his knife was under your chin, slowly lifting your head. The fact that it was a real knife and he could cut you with it, the danger of it all, only added to your arousal. You were sure your panties were already drenched.

Eddie slowly dragged the knife down your throat, only adding a tiny bit of pressure so you could feel the weight of the situation.

And you certainly did, it also turned you on immensely.

"Is there any way I can safe my life?" You were batting your eyelashes at him.

"I can think of a few things." Eddie dragged his knife up your thigh and under your skirt, making goosebumps rise on your skin. Then he kept dragging the dull end of the knife against your pussy over your panties, making you moan.

"On your knees Princess." Eddie pulled the knife back and you quickly got onto your knees in fron of him. Lifting his robe and opening his pants to pull Eddie's cock out. He was already hard. So you weren't the only one getting turned on by this.

"It's not gonna suck it self. So if you want your life spared, I suggest you start. And you better make it good." God that voice. Your pussy clenched around nothing.

You licked a long strip from base to top, wrapping your lips around his deep pink tip, licking off some of the precum. You repeated this motion a few times making sure all of his dick got wet with your saliva. Then you wrapped your lips around the tip again, letting your tongue glide over his slit. Eddie kept groaning and moaning the whole time, biting his lip under the mask.

You were enjoying this as much as he was, your juices already ruined your panties. Slowly you went to take more of him into your mouth until you couldn't take it anymore. Breathing through your nose you started to bob your head up and down. Your hand wrapping around what you couldn't fit into your mouth.

Your movements started slow but your pace became quicker by the minute. Occasionally you kept sucking on his sensitive tip. The low moans Eddie made only spurred you on. Drool was running down your chin mixed with his precum. Eddie loved messy blowjobs.

He tried to hold back the urge to fuck into your throat but his self-control was running thin.

"Hands behind your back princess." His voice was even deeper now, even with the changed voice.

You looked up at him with doe eyes, making Eddie twitch in your mouth. You put your arms behind your back and Eddie gripped your hair right as he made his first thrust. It was slow, as if to test you were ok with this. Once he saw you were eager and waiting he didn't hold back anymore. A gargled sound leaving you as he fucked his whole length into you. More drool and precum dribbling out of your mouth, down your chin. Your eyes began to water but you kept the same look on your face to let Eddie know you were enjoying this as much as he was.

Shoving the entirety of his cock down your throat he kept you in place. Your nose touching the soft tufft of his pubic hair. Tears wear running down your face now, completely ruinning your mascara.

You looked all the fucked out little slut Eddie knows you are only for him. That fact almost made him come.

He pulled you back by the hair after a few seconds, letting you take in some much needed air, before he pushed inside again and holding you there.

He repeated this for a while, you looking messier and messier every time he let you come up for air. And he was definitely getting off on this. His pace got quicker, you knew he was close. His cock throbbing in your mouth and with one final push he came. Groaning, he held you there until the last drop, then finally realising you from his grip. You were coughing a little, drool and some of his come on your chin, your mascara all over the place and your hair all tangled up. Eddie loved it.

He put his dick back into his pant and softly helped you stand up. You gave him a reassuring smile. Your knees hurted now but you knew he would take care of you.

"You did so well princess. But I am not done with you yet." With that he dragged you back to his van. Good for him that he knew the maze too. You were stumbling a little and were glad when you finally reached the van.

He opened the back door, and you saw an old mattress and a blanket on top of it. He really did plan this all through.

He pushed you inside and onto the mattress, making you giggle a little. Not bothering to close the door, Eddie got on top of you, still wearing his mask. He took off your vest and your shirt. Your skirt followed suit. Now he made a show out of cutting your bra and panties off. One of his favourite things to do during foreplay. The cold metal of the knife made you shiver.

He circled the tip of the knife around your nipples until they perked, giving a deep, satisfied hum. Slowly he dragged the knife over your stomach down to your pussy. His other gloved hand was running through your wet folds.

"All this shit got you this wet? What a dirty little slut you are. Letting a killer teat you like this and then letting him fuck you. Tsk, pathetic, really." He pulled his hand up to inspect the glove. It was glistening with your arousal in the moonlight that came into the van.

Taking the tip of the knife again he began circling your clit. A whiny moan escaped you as the cold metal came in touch with your heated pussy. But you were enjoying yourself. He didn't keep this teasing up for long and threw his knife to the side. Pulling his robes up he took his pants and boxers off. His dick was already hard again.

He didn't waste more time, spreading your legs he pushed inside of you with one quick push. You threw your head back both in pleasure and pain from the stretch.

"Fuck always the best fucking pussy. Sucking me in so deep." Eddie grit out between his teeth. He could spend hours inside of you if you'd let him. Usually he gave you time to adjust but he was really impatient today and so he didn't give you as much time to adjust to his length and girth. Instead he almost completely pulled out of you and snapped right back into you, knocking the wind out of you.

You let out a choked moan as Eddie kept drilling into you and soon the pain vanished and all that was left was hot pleasure.

You wanted to hold onto him but as quick as lightning he grapped your wrists and pinned them over your head with one hand. Black eyes staring at you. The sorta anonymity made you clench tight around Eddie's dick making him groan.

With every hard thrust the mattress moved but you could care less about that. You were biting your lip to quieten some of your moans but Eddie wasn't having it.

"You better moan as loud as you want, because I want every damn person in this town to know how good I am making you feel." He was almost growling and who were you to say no to him. And so you released every moan and whine and groan you wanted. The squelching sound of your pussy adding to the erotic of this whole situation.

Eddies thrusts became harder, sloppier and erratic. You knew he was getting close again but you also knew he wanted you to come first.

His hand moved between tthe two of you and he started to rub circles against your clit, using the right pressure and pace to match his thrusts.

Like this, it didn't take long for you to tip over the edge. Your ears started to ring and a loud high pitched moan came out of you. Your legs wrapping around Eddie, locking him in, as he too, reached his end, emtpying himself deep inside of you.

Once you've both calmed down Eddie finally took off his mask and the robe as well as his shirt. He pulled out of you, colapsing next to you onto the mattress and pulling you into his arms. He gave you a long and meaningful kiss that made you melt. Your heart was still hammering against your chest.

"Was it everything you dreamt of?" His voice sounded normal again, making you relax instantly.

"No. It was even better." Your voice was hoarse but that was to be expected. You didn't mind.

"I'm glad." Eddie kissed the top of your head. You two kept laying there for a little while longer before driving home and taking a well deserved shower. After another round, consisting of Eddie eating you out you fell asleep exhausted but oh so satisfied. You definitely planned on doing this again.

[my-rose-tinted-glasses]

Friday Ramblings

I don't normally do this but I have a couple of thoughts going on in my head regarding the last couple of days week in BL that I just wanted to collect them all instead of just doing it in tags.

Shadow

I'm pissed. I am a big fan of anything horror or supernatural themed stuff so I was really looking forward to this. (Don't even get me started of how disappointed I am at the disappearance of the other horror themed show I could be watching) And the first part did not disappoint. It was a strong first half, good set up of the different story lines and all the players and I was really excited about it. There was such good meta written about the show, and it turned out to be superior to what the show eventually gave us. (@wen-kexing-apologist specially gave us such excellent meta on this show that I wish they were in charge of the second half of this show) I agree with @lurkingshan about everything they said here. Something which I thought was interesting was that I think in this second half the show purposefully made the fake arm really obvious. I don't know if it wanted us to know before Dan but I also don't think it was an accident. But I'm also not gonna theorize about the reasons because I really don't care that much. The "BL" bait was just another thing that pissed me off. I'm not upset it's not BL, I'm upset because it was sold as such and no one will convince me otherwise. For a couple of episodes, at least, the show wanted us to think that Dan was falling for Nai. The prom moment was just fucking ridiculous. The parallels with October 6 could've been really interesting if there wasn't so much going on that it kinda took the weight of it away. One of the questions I like to ask myself when watching any media is - what is it trying to tell? Sometimes nothing and that's fine. It's pure escapism and there's absolutely nothing wrong with that. It can still be excellent. And sometimes it tries to say too much that it ends up not having a cohesive message and it all falls flat. Religion, communism, family trauma, homophobia, mental health, infidelity, teacher-student relationship, pregnancy, murder, police brutality, friendship, bullying, the oh so many supernatural elements, I could go on. You get the picture. So in conclusion, I am not happy.

VIP Only

It's cute. I like both of them enough and it's a good mellow way to start the friday madness.

Last Twilight

This show is surprising me so much. In the best ways. As I said before this pair didn't do much for me in the past but I've surrendered completely, specially to Jimmy. He was so good in this episode that I felt obligated to gif it just so I could keep watching his expressions.

That whole final scene just floored me. His eyes just carried that moment and that whole scene so well that by the end a lonely sunflower brought tears to my eyes. ( and I do not cry easy). After all the cute dates, this scene was a gut punch.

I'm just really stuck on this show, and it holds my attention all through the episode.

My Dear Gangster Oppa

This episode was silly, I couldn't care less about the gangster side of the story at the moment, I'd rather spend more time with the gamer friend group. Wahl got a bit of a redemption but I still don't like him. I liked that Guy stood his ground with Wahl and Tew, but hated the stalker behaviour. If you wanna go dude, just leave!

Sahara Sensei to Toki-kun

Japan my beloved. They just keep giving me all I need. Toki is giving me some Aoki vibes and I could not be happier. And Toki now has got two friends in his corner and I'm so happy. This one and Kinou Nani Tabeta are currently my main sources of joy and my heart is full.

Pit Babe I'd like to thank @pharawee for giving us the novel commentary because it makes it a bit less confusing while I watch this. I have no clue about omegaverse so a part of me is confused, sometimes bored, another part of me is just waiting for Jeff and Alan to be a thing and all of me is happy that Pavel is on my screen weekly.

Twins

This show is dragging and I'm officially bored. I don't mind a slow burn if the rest of the show can hold it together. But the team animosity is just tiring and annoying at this point, the side couples are not engaging ( a bj in the shower does not a side couple make) and for a show named Twins, I would like to see more of them.

Middleman's Love

I'm 99% here for the sides. They are cute, they give me some Ram/King vibes and I wanna see more of them. I was super happy to see Ngern again and the family dinner was a good moment. I don't have the patience for this sort of misunderstanding anymore so that ending annoyed the hell out of me.

(I'm watching For Him too but I have nothing nice to say, so I'll say nothing at all. And yes I know I just did that with Shadow but I was never that invested in this one)

Really looking forward to Kinou Nani Tabeta tomorrow morning and The Sign in the afternoon.

I wish all a great weekend and thanks for reading💜

(because I needed a good cry)

[rockybloo]

wait so to the characters in-universe it looks like bitterbat is just trying to humiliate/seduce sweetheart, does sweetheart reject him constantly or does she actually seem like she’s into it? because if she rejects him publicly all the time, then the fact that there’s in-universe people who still ship them together despite that kinda gives me weird vibes

of course we as the viewers know that sweetheart is actually dating him and enjoys his advances, but the fictional bittersweet shippers don’t know the full situation. did you intend for the bittersweet shippers to be seen as weird fans, or is there some lore that i’m missing?

Because this is gonna be a very long response, I will answer this two part question right now with a "She seems into it" and "Yes" in case you (or anyone who is reading this) ain't into a 10 min read

Now comes the part where I slam down my essay about my OCs and the world they live in on your desk for the true expanded response under the cut

"Bitterbat is the King of Monsters who is smitten with Decking City's Loveliest Hero, Sweetheart, who constantly rejects his advances due to her sworn oath to stand as a pillar of peace and love to protect the city from danger."

Of course, this is what they have written down in their shared notebook where they brainstorm their confrontations to make them seem more believable instead of staged. I should state now that what really goes down when Bitterbat and Sweetheart confront each other is Bitterbat going ahead of Sweetheart and tracking down a seed of corruption that is about to be awakened or hasn't awakened yet. He then wakes it up prematurely so it's in a slightly more weakened state and lures it to Sweetheart where she destroys it as Beloved weaponry is the only effective way to put down a Vent without harming the person inside of it.

SO THE MONSTER FIGHTING IS REAL-Bitterbat and Sweetheart's entire act in the public eye is fake.

And when it comes to rejection during the act, Sweetheart doesn't straight up verbally reject or voice discomfort. When Bitterbat flirts with her, she shoots him a corny one liner back and when he attempts to sweet talk her, she pulls out a good ole magical girl monologue. Sometimes they verbally bounce off one another and occasionally Sweetheart's acting face slips as she flirts a smidge back at him, dropping hints that he's "Cute but a troublemaker" or "A shame you waste your good looks on evil".

And when Bitterbat gets more physical like pinning or down or straddling her, she very obviously gets flustered as she manages to gracefully slip her away out of Bitterbat's purposely loose grip on her. There is never a struggle when he pins her down but he makes sure it's loose so Sweetheart to manifest a gun and blast him away pure and clean. Thought there have been times she has let the pin down linger a bit too long because a girl's thinking gets fuzzy when her boyfriend is looking at her like she's a 5 course meal and she has to focus on not swooning.

The two didn't plan it but they've accidentally loaded their entire act with sexual tension and the Bittersweet (the in canon ship name for Sweetheart and Bitterbat) shippers can TASTE it.

Even nonshippers crack jokes about the relationship like openly referring to Bitterbat as Sweetheart's boyfriend. Whenever Sweetheart has talk show interviews, her relationship with Bitterbat is a constant discussion topic to bring up that's filled to the brim with "Ok but what is Bitterbat to you?" type questions.

That being said, Bittersweet shippers are definitely meant to be viewed as weird by other shippers. That's mainly because all hero x villain shippers in story are deemed weirdos. It's a taboo relationship to many and there are countless forum posts, video essays, threads, call outs, cancellations, and straight up arguments about the morality of a hero and villain dating. Even a hero and villain putting aside their differences for a brief bit to work together to take on a greater good causes some civilians to voice their hot takes.

And while other hero x villain ships tend to have a relatively small fandom, Bittersweet is an outlier because of how much fuel the magical girl and her monster boyfriend add to the fire.

Freeheart, Freebird x Sweetheart, was one of the biggest hero ships before Bitterbat made his grand return and triggered the creation of Bittersweet. And it's the true "weird" ship as, while Sweetheart and Bitterbat's banter is playful and organic, Sweetheart genuinely voices her objections and rejections to Freebird's advances.

She does it professionally but she very much is blunt about her displeasure and only becomes more straight forward after Bitterbat returns.

This is a BIG contrast to Sweetheart's lighthearted and "school girl with a crush she doesn't want to admit out loud" energy when it comes to Bitterbat. And people notice this difference. The Bittersweet shippers are the biggest haters of Freeheart because it's so obvious Freebird is barking up the wrong tree but because of their title as weirdos, the masses just mark it up to them not wanting Freebird stealing Sweetheart from Bitterbat.

That's not to say everyone is blind to the lack of mutually shared feelings between the two heroes. But because Freebird isn't straight up out here being super forward and forcing himself upon Sweetheart, restraining himself to simply verbally flirting or admiring her, people just shrug it off and figure it's a matter of Freebird being oblivious the girl ain't into him, Sweetheart playing hard to get, or they just have a weird af friendship.

The twist to shippers in canon is that hero shippers IN GENERAL are viewed as weird by the average person who doesn't partake in that side of hero culture.

It's basically the equivalent of us in our reality shipping celebrities together but with an extra layer of separation to it because many heroes have secret identities no one knows. So people justify it with "Well being a hero is basically like being a different person and putting on an act so it's not that bad to say I think [hero a] should make out with [hero b]".

There's that element of striping away the humanity and filling that space with fantasy. Amara is grounded in reality and a girl anyone could run into on the street. She has her own life and private matters. Meanwhile, Sweetheart is a public and widely known face. She has abilities the mind cannot comprehend and is like a fictional character come to life.

And because many heroes don't view their hero identities as their true selves, it's easy to just brush off the shipping and laugh at it because it's just civilians having fun with what little information they truly know about their favorites.

Overall it's meant to be harmless fun (outside of the ship wars) though there's the rare case, like Freeheart, where the shipping can lead to consequences...like Freebird taking all the fans support of his crush as motivation and fuel for his determination to be with Sweetheart.

[mostmagical]

WIP reblog game

thanks for the tags @blur0se and @coffeebanana !! <3 I don't really have any ongoing wips at the moment to link out to but I might as well try

List the titles your top five priorities for WIP updates (link your fics for new readers!)

An upcoming scene, event, or detail in each fic that you're looking forward to writing

Bonus: make a poll for your followers to vote on which top 5 WIP they are most excited to see an update on!

Then tag 10 writer friends!

My top 5 priorities are (in no real order right now because I am... not prioritizing and that's the problem lol):

keep on coming back (to you) - name likely to change, emo adrinette

loveywalker - NO TITLE

misternette part 2 - follow up to Green & Red & Black

daisy bouquet - name likely to change, elaboration of this drabble

ladynoir fake dating - you guessed it.. no title

What I'm excited about:

this one is mainly exploring emo adrien and how he started to fall for emo marinette BUT there's a lot of focus in background of his relationship with his dad!! I have a lot of thoughts about alternate adrien and alternate gabriel's relationship and I just really want to get into it. I'm kinda shaking rn thinking about it

okay there are actually two wips for this one and that's all I'm gonna say and I'm just chomping at the bit to get something out for loveybug au because I love loveybug (SURPRISE)

I'm really excited for a scene where Chat Noir explains to Ladybug that there's this girl he's into that he's worried doesn't really like regular him, but she responded so well to Mister Bug that it gave him a little hope, which basically leads to Ladybug reassuring him that he's great on his own... A little Ladynoir for my extra-steps Marichat 🤭

I'm looking forward to writing pure obliviousness again. I just love those little details that seem so obvious to one person (and the reader) but it'll just fly over the head of the other person because they don't have the full story yet

I have this image in my head of the reveal and it's so perfect, with Adrien Agreste standing in a doorway looking so confident and Marinette just... horrified. lol.

Which of these fics would you be most excited to see an update anything for?

I'm not sure who all has already been tagged so idk if I can get 10 people lol!! but no pressure tagging @wield-the-mighty-pen, @nemaliwrites, and @torvalvt for now!

[elysium-the-true-faceofsalvation]

Aoi's first Trial MV- "Expectations." (Arrested youth)

The video starts with a shot of Aoi leaning against a tree in the middle of a forest. He’s looking into the horizon, as if awaiting something or someone. The camera zooms towards his left eye and it stays there for some time, and then it closes.

I keep on having this dream where I'm seventeen Slipping through the cafeteria trying not to be seen

As his eye opens, it cuts to a completely different scenery. Aoi is much younger, and he’s in what it looks like to be a school. He’s walking through a courtyard full of other teenagers laughing and enjoying themselves.

I see my brother, he's sitting there with some kids He smiles at me and waves, I fake a smile and sit

He looked at a specific table, which had a boy that looked very similar to him, although he looks to be a bit older. The boy is sitting with some other kids, he shoots a smile towards Aoi, gesturing to him to sit alongside them. Aoi responds with a small smile, and quickly sits down with them.

Down at the table, but something's off and I know it 'Cause when I try and say something nobody seems to take notice

Aoi is seen just eating, not really interacting with anyone else at the table. They are all laughing, not really bothering to acknowledge Aoi’s presence.

I kinda like it, but then I start to feel strange Like the time I went on amazon to buy myself a date

Aoi doesn’t seem to be bothered by this. As he continued eating, the boy that looked similar to Aoi finally talked to him, which startled Aoi, and caused him to end up knocking over a glass cup that was on the table.

When did things get pixelated? I can't keep my concentration I've lost my imagination To such great expectations

Aoi looked down at the shards of glass that were once a cup. The camera starts to zoom at them, and Aoi’s reflection can be seen. But, the reflection isn’t showing the Aoi that was looking at them, it was showing an older Aoi, he had two sheep horns in his head. The camera zooms to the younger Aoi’s left eye, his eye wide open. After some time, his eye closed.

All the things that I never said They keep crawling back to me All the things that I never did They still haunt me in my dreams

After his left eye opens, the scenery once again changes. Aoi is seen in a bathroom, looking at a mirror. Aoi is much older now, and he’s completely shirtless. He’s clutching at his chest, where there is a tattoo. Aoi has an angry expression on his face while looking at the bathroom mirror. Aoi’s muscles start to become tense, and after some time, he punches the mirror.

All the years I've spent All the lies I’ve fed Just to keep myself protected

After he punches the mirror, he ends up in a white void. There’s nothing on his surroundings. As he keeps looking around aimlessly, a figure appears behind him. Aoi quickly turns around to find himself with sheep horns. As he kept staring at his other self, the tattoo that was on his chest started to bleed.

From all the things that I never said That I never said That I never said

He starts clutching his chest with his eyes wide open, the camera zooms in on the blood coming out of his tattoo and the scene cuts.

I keep a rolodex inside my head of All the times I had a chance to just be honest, instead I made a joke to change the subject because my confidence said "Hey, listen, if you mess this up They're gonna judge you, my friend!”

Aoi is seen laying down on his bed, staring at the ceiling. After some time, his eyes land on an old and torn tennis ball, the camera zooms in on his face, and he makes a weak smile.

I'm living in a state of pure paralysis, see I like to think, think, think, but my action is weak My interaction is bleak, if life's a herd, I'm a sheep Guess I'm not really that much different than at age seventeen

The scene cuts to Aoi on a dinner table with three other people. A menacing looking man with dark hair and thick facial hair. An elegant looking woman with the same hair color as Aoi, and a man that looks like Aoi, but is a bit older. The menacing man starts speaking to Aoi, which makes him angry. The man notices this as he proceeds to shoot daggers with his stare. Everyone at the table is staring at Aoi. His expression shows more anger than before as he gets up to leave.

When did things get pixelated? I can't keep my concentration I've lost my imagination To such great expectations

As Aoi reaches the door, something touches his shoulder gently. It was a shepherd's crook. The screen glitches and Aoi now has sheep horns on his head once again. The camera changes to reveal the one holding the shepherd's crook is the elegant looking woman, she has a smile on her face. Aoi’s expression changes to fear as the screen goes black and a bullet can be seen passing through.

All the things that I never said They keep crawling back to me All the things that I never did They still haunt me in my dreams

The screen lights up and Aoi is seen pointing a gun, with smoke coming out of it, towards the camera. Aoi still has sheep horns on his head. The scene cuts to a corpse of a man with a bullet wound through his chest. The man has a tattoo on his arm. It is different from the tattoo Aoi has. The scene changes once again, and Aoi can be seen walking away from the corpse.

All the years I've spent All the lies I’ve fed Just to keep myself protected

As Aoi takes another step, he finds himself once again in the white void. Another figure appeared behind him. His expression changed into fear as he looked back. The figure was the corpse, but the corpse had changed into himself. It started getting up, even with the bullet wound on its chest. But this Aoi did not have any sheep horns, different from the one looking at him.

From all the things that I never said That I never said That I never said

The sheep-horned Aoi started to run, reaching his arm towards the other. But, as he gets close, the other Aoi falls back onto the ground, and dies. The sheep-horned Aoi falls to his knees, and punches the ground, and the scene cuts.

All of the things we wish we said They drag me down until I'm dead

Aoi is now seen back at the forest from the beginning. He is still leaning against a tree, but now, he’s holding a torn tennis ball. As he looks at it, he starts smiling and throws the ball into the distance.

You say the best is yet to come Can anyone figure out what's wrong with us?

The camera zooms into a boot crushing a set of leaves in the forest, making a sound. The camera then cuts to Aoi quickly looking back, with a shocked expression on his face.

All the things that I never said They keep crawling back to me All the things that I never did They still haunt me in my dreams

Aoi is now back at the white void. After he gets a hold of his surroundings, his eyes land on a sheep-horned Aoi in front of him. Aoi’s fists balled and his muscles tightened. His jaw clenched, and he started running towards the sheep-horned Aoi.

All the years I've spent All the lies I’ve fed Just to keep myself protected

Aoi jumped at the sheep-horned Aoi, making them both fall down to the ground. Aoi grabs the other’s neck, and his fist draws back and punches the other’s face repeatedly.

From all the things that I never said That I never said That I never said

After some time, the sheep-horned Aoi stops moving. Aoi is shown breathing heavily, with sweat running down his face. The camera focused on his face as he looked up. He had a tired expression. He closed his eyes, and sheep horns started to grow on the sides of his head, and the video ends.

[lovingbradshawafterdark]

Make my heart race

Jake seresin x fem!reader (racing au)

Warnings: angst, betrayal, you're Bradley’s little sister in this oops, fake dating...youll see eventually smut but things get kinda spicy here. Also Jake is a bit of an ass here but he’s going to get better I promise

Summary: you write a pretty nasty Article on the best racer Jake Seresin.

Word count: 2.2k

A/n: this was barely edited but I'm proud I managed to wrote this all on one day-

🏷️: @discoseal @lovelybucky1 @marchingicenotes7 @cyrene-world @hangmandruigandmav @uwiuwi @salty0cracker @xoxabs88xox

January 1995

Very few things made Jake this angry. Losing, sure, yeah, that sucks, but that doesn’t get him stomping around and angrily yelling around. He just slammed the article on the table and seethed.

“While it is a for debate whether Jake Seresin is cheating or not, his character does not seem to help his case,” Jake read to the man across from him.

“Bad press is still good press,” Reuben shrugged, yet Jake seethed still.

“Who the hell does this person think they are” he finally bothered to read the name, “of fucking course!”

“Jake, it’s just an article, I’m sure-“

“It is not just an article! This article was good enough to get me dumped” Jake was throwing a tantrum now. Reuben nodded and immediately understood.

“I’m sure another girl will drool all over you soon” he laid back in his chair as Jake read the article over and over. It wasn’t like it had facts but just pure speculation. He was angry but then had an idea, and he could use this to his advantage. Jake quickly got up and grabbed his jacket.

“Where the hell are you going?”

“Over to Mitchell’s body shop. I got an idea.”

Bradley only worked on another car as you sat pretty pleased with yourself. He knew something was up with how confident you were.

“What did you do?” He asked as he pulled himself from under the car. You had a giant smirk and were just happily tapping your foot.

“Oh, it’s nothing to worry about, just something to get me a spot in this magazine. You showed him, and instantly he saw the headline and front cover.

Jake Seresin. This biggest winner or biggest cheater

Bradley shook his head in disapproval, “don’t think you should be lying, sis,” you only groaned before leaning forward.

“It doesn’t matter if it’s true or not. All that matters is grabbing people’s attention,” you explained while your brother's eyes furrowed, “the people want drama,” he took from your hands and instantly found the article you wrote. He skimmed through it and immediately seemed to disapprove even more.

“What you’re saying could be damaging. Also, he’s got a quick temper” Brad was quick to note that. You rolled your eyes before excitedly having a realization. You could get some other details.

“What else do you know?” You asked. Your brother being a part of uncle Mav’s pit crew has never been more crucial or beneficial.

“Well, he’s-“ he stops and puts his hands up, knowing what you’re trying to do, “I’m having no part in your gossip.”

“C’mon roo, it’s gotta be something juicy you’ve heard,” you put your hands together, “pretty, please help your little sis out” Bradley only rolled his eyes before returning to his work. You just huffed, sitting back down and crossing your arms. You and Bradley sit in silence before jumping as the door opens loudly. Mav storms in and walks towards you, quite angrily, magazine in hand.

“What’s this?” He holds the article in front of your face. You only smile nervously as he waits for an answer.

“Umm…journalism,” you shrug, laughing strangely as Mav runs his temples.

“We talked about this,” he sighs as you look down sadly. Bradley emerges from under the car again, “you promised you wouldn’t write stuff like this.”

“Don’t act like you’re not a little proud,” you laugh. Your grin fades as you sense your uncle is, in fact, not proud and upset by this.

“Mav, just-“ Bradley tried to reason with him, yet he stepped closer to you.

“I don’t want you gossiping about the other racers anymore. No matter how bad I talk about them, this stuff can easily get to your head and affect the race” you just nodded, not meeting his gaze.

“I don’t get a choice, though. The magazine I wrote for wants to gossip and drama. No gossip equals no pay,” you say honestly, Bradley signals for you to be quiet, yet you don’t back down, “unless you’re that scared Jake can beat ya in a race, you haven’t exactly had the greatest track record.”

“Excuse me?” Mav says, looking almost disgusted. Bradley whispers for you to quit. You stand up, however, and get closer to his face.

“In your most recent races, you’ve lost way more than when you started,” you say, putting a hand on your hip, “and that’s not even speculation. It’s public information.”

“Sis, that’s enough….” Bradley mumbles while you fold your arms. You’re mad now, outraged. You wish he’d understood how your job worked instead of telling you what to do.

“Sorry, you can’t seem to get through your thick skull that I don’t wanna work for you or be in the pit. I like what I do, and it pays rent” you begin to sneer as Bradley puts a hand on your shoulder.

“It’s what your dad would’ve-“

“I’ve never got a chance to meet my Dad, so how would I have now what he would have wanted!” Many repressed emotions were coming to the surface, and Bradley could sympathize. He really could. He remembers feeling that way, yet he got to have time with Nick while you never did. Bradley pulled you away as your uncle went pale. He looked shocked and hurt. He should be used to those words, yet they still hurt. You shove Bradley off you before walking towards the door. You’re about to cry almost. Why did all that come out?

Your uncle tried to come after you, yet your brother stopped him.

“Give her time, Mav. She needs some space.”

***

You just leaned against the wall outside the shop, and it was quiet at night, maybe too soft. You were crying now, crying so hard it hurt your stomach. You pulled out the pack of cigarettes you had never smoked. It was mainly for the crew if they needed them. Not that you were with them much. It was cold, and you left your jacket inside. You tried to light the cigarette, yet your lighter wouldn’t light.

“Need some help with that?” You froze. You knew instantly who that was; maybe using your actual name was a bad idea. You turned around slowly, and before you stood Jake Seresin, looking quite livid as he fiddled with the toothpick in his mouth.

“I’m fine. I don’t think Maverick will like seeing you here,” you say, trying to have some bite to hide your nerves. It wasn’t the first time Jake had shown up here to talk shit, and he immediately shoved the article you wrote in your face.

“Did you write this?” He asks, shoving further into your face.

“Can't tell, really hard to read when it’s right up in the face” Jake laughs at that and lowers the magazine.

“What are you doing here? My article makes you that mad?” You get a sense of sadistic joy from it a bit as he nods. He looks somewhat cute when he is mad.

“I can’t deny I like the attention,” he begins to smirk as he walks closer to you. His eyes green and having quite the evil plan, “I have a business proposition,” you raise an eyebrow.

“A business proposition?”

“Yes, it’s straightforward,” he leans down, “this kind of stuff can get to a racers head…and a little birdy told me you and your uncle haven’t been on the greatest of terms.

“Told, or did you just happen to have listened to that argument?” You couldn’t deny you weren’t intrigued, but this had to have been about something else.

“Same thing in a way. I need you to write some dirt on your uncle and get to him, and it makes it easier for me to win.”

“And?”

“Don’t make them crash. I do like a challenge-“ you walked closer to him. He’s caught off guard.

“This is about something else,” you smiled as he seemed to know what you were about to say, “I know you were dating a pretty well-known journalist. I heard she was gonna break up with you” there was a lump in his throat.

“What are you getting at?” He crossed his arms and looked down at you.

“Well, I don’t quite like my uncle right now,” you look down at your nails, “and you seem quite mad about Bethany right now, used my article as an excuse, didn’t she?” His eyes went wide for a second.

“What the hell are you talking about?” He gritted his teeth as you laughed.

“She cheated on you, tough guy. She just so happened to hear about my story and found a good excuse” Jake’s fists clenched at that.

“What’s this about?” Sauntered over towards the door, a smile on your face.

“Well, I wanna get back at my uncle, and you wanna get back at your ex” you flipped the sign to closed, “You also said you like the attention, and I can tell you that people would write so many’s tidies about dating a legacy racers niece” he was confused for a moment before evilly grinning. He walked back over and placed a hand on your waist. He looked inside the shop and saw Bradley was about to walk out the door.

“Better put on a show for them” he tilted your chin upwards, making your heart pound. Was he going to…no, no, he’s just being a tease, yet your eyes quickly glanced to see Bradley about to walk the door. Your eyes went wide, yet you didn’t have time to process as Jake’s lips soon met yours. It was shocking at first, and you were sure Bradley’s face was something to look at as he finally got to the door. You wanted this to look real. You wanted to go along with this plan. You closed your eyes, and swiftly your arms wrapped around his neck. He jumped briefly before laughing, and his hands were moving dangerously close to your ass. You knew what he was trying to do and nodded as he swiped his tongue against your bottom lip. You knew now if Jake needed to switch careers, he’d be a pretty good actor. His hands soon groped your ass, making you gasp. His tongue went inside your mouth as he pulled you closer to him. You pressed so close to him. He finally pulled away and let you go smiling down quite proudly at you.

“Never pictured you to be a good Kisser, Mr. Seresin” it was your turn to act as you sounded pretty alluring.

“Well then, I’ll see you around then. Oh, didn’t see you there” he looked over at Bradley, whose eye was twitching and mouth wide open, “cat got your tongue, buddy?” Bradley was furious as he quickly walked over and grabbed you by the wrist, and tugged you inside the shop.

“We’re closed,” Bradley yelled before shutting the door. You were laughing and a bit giddy.

“The hell you think you’re doing!” Bradley grabbed you by the shoulders, “did he drug you? I swear if he-“

“He didn’t drug me, idiot,” you said, slipping out of his grasp.

“You wrote that whole article to…get with him” you wanted to cringe at this narrative, but as cliche, as it was, you had to go with it.

“Maybe I did. At least I know what the hangman tastes like now,” you giggled again as Bradley tugged you into the garage.

“He’s a jerk! Why him?!” Bradley was shaking you now. He wasn’t about to let his little sister make a wrong decision.

“Because it makes uncle mav angry, and I like that,” you say, touching your lips and still tasting Jake on them, “he tastes like spearmint, by the way.”

“I don’t care what he tastes like!” Bradley yelled again as Mav walked back in. You could see the disappointed look in his eyes as Jake leaned against the wall behind him.

“See ya on the track, big guy” Jake patted Mav’s back, smirking and gesturing for you to come to him. Suddenly, this felt too real and seeing your uncle look at you all sad hurt your heart. It did…but there was no going back now. You walked over to Jake, and he winked at you as he quickly snuck in another kiss, “looks like you’re gonna need a place to stay since I’ve been permanently banned from the premises, so how about you come home with me?”

[vivi-in-the-sky-with-diamonds]

Where Heart Doth Hop

(Source)

In which you help three of four boys practice a certain Shakespearean performance.

Apologies once again for no posts. It's raining a lot here and the only internet I have is my hotspot and my data gets really slow when it rains. Finally finished reinstalling Windows 10 but now I have to reinstall Word with my slow ass internet >.> since my masterlist is a page and can only be accessed for editing on web (and since my internet is an actual ass), this one might not be there for a bit, but that's why we make master tags lol.

Like I said before, originally written for my Beatles dr but I honestly liked it too much to not post it. This isn't a direct manuscript of this performance, but it's pretty damn close. The audio on that performance (or at least the upload I've seen) was kinda bad, and the audience was super loud (understandably so) so some lines are directly from the original play or just referenced from an outside POV. I watched the performance and read the scene from the play several times while writing this to make it as accurate as possible. It's never explicitly stated where John is (I think at one point, I decided in my head, he was on a date or something), so you can choose your own adventure on that.

Proofed in UK English (probably). Checked with a random TTS website to triple-check for typos and me forgetting to change the person. Sorry I'm posting this at 3 AM, I procrastinated by sleeping all day (it was raining, I couldn't help it!) and then playing the Sims Medieval for an ungodly amount of time. Please excuse my sorry excuse for a name for this one, it's my favorite line and I couldn't come up with anything better. Enjoy!

“Y/N, can you help me with this?” Paul asks when he comes into the sitting room.

“Of course, love, what is it?” you reply.

“Well, we’re supposed to perform this Shakespeare thing and the lads and I wanna run through it, but, well…” He gestures toward George and Rich, noting the lack of John.

“Oh, I can do John’s lines,” you volunteer. “Which character?”

“Okay, you’ll be Thisbe.” He hands you what you assume is John’s copy of the script. “I guess we’ll pretend the coffee table is Wall.”

George and Rich stand back, Paul guiding you to do the same.

“O, I fear my Thisbe’s promise is forgot!” he begins. “And thou, o wall, o sweet and lovely wall, that stands between her father’s ground and mine! Thou, o wall, o sweet and lovely wall, show me thy chink, to blink through with mine eye— But what see I? No Thisbe do I see! O wicked wall, cursed be thy stones for deceiving me!”

He pretends to beat up whatever poor soul plays Wall before addressing the audience about Thisbe’s cue.

You walk to the table and clear your throat. “O wall, full often hast thou heard my moans for parting my fair Pyramus and me! My cherry lips have often kissed thy stones—”

As you continue your line, Paul addresses the audience again before standing across from you. “Thisbe!” he sings. “Thisbe!”

“What?!” you reply in fake annoyance. “My love thou art, my love I think.”

“Meet me at Ninny’s tomb straightaway.”

“Ninny’s tomb; is that still open?” You're trying your hardest not to laugh at the line as you both step back, allowing George and Rich to take their places in front.

“You ladies,” starts Rich. “You who fears the smallest monstrous mouse that walks the floor may now perchance both quake and tremble here, when lion rough in wildest rage doth roar!”

You and Paul nearly dissolve into giggles at Ritchie’s tiny roar before he continues, “And know that I one Ringo the drummer am, for if I was really a lion, I wouldn’t be makin’ all the money I am today, would I?”

He steps back, leaving George alone. You can tell George is having trouble with not having the hecklers' lines practiced, because he’s pure frustrated by the time he gets to, “Look, you, all I have to say is to tell you that this lantern is the moon, you see. I’m the man in the moon. This thorn bush here is my thorn bush, and this doggy-woggy here is my dog.”

You step forward. “So, this is old Ninny’s tomb. George, do you need something to hold in place of a lantern?”

George, with his arm suspended above your head, answers, “It’s fine. Keep goin'.”

“Right.” You feign knocking on the door before opening it. “But where is my love?”

Ritchie pops up in front of you with another roar; you scream, and he begins chasing you round the room before you end in what would be the background.

According to the script, you're—or rather John is—meant to drop a mantle, so you drop your handkerchief on the way back.

“Sweet moon,” says Paul, “I thank thee for thy sunny beams.”

As he begins another sentence, George shakes his head and gestures toward your fallen handkerchief.

“Hello, hello, hello, what’s this?” He begins his line as he picks up the fabric. “Eyes, do you see; how can it be? What dreadful dole is here! Thy mantle good, all covered in blood—” his accent makes the words rhyme, “—o dainty duck, o dear! Come, tears, confound! Out, sword, and wound—” he pulls an imaginary sword from its hilt “—the pap of Pyramus; that left pap where heart doth hop!”

You stare at him in adoration as he speaks, though you don’t think he notices, as he continues, “Thus die I, thus, thus, thus. Now am I dead, now am I fled. Oh, well, you can’t win ‘em all. Tongue, lose thy light, Moon, take thy flight. See ya, George.”

George exits the “stage” as Paul begins fake stabbing himself. “Now, die, die, die, die, die!”

You skip in, humming a tune, and kneel next to him. “Asleep, my love?”

“Die, die, die!” he continues, still stabbing.

“What, dead, my dove?” You begin shaking him as you continue, “Pyramus, arise! O, speak, speak! Quite dumb. Dead, a tomb must cover thy sweet eyes. Those lily lips, his cherry nose, those yellow cowslip cheeks are gone, are gone. Lovers, make moan. His eyes were green as leeks.”

Paul is trying not to laugh as you say, “Tongue, not a word, not a word. Shut up!” You move to sit instead of kneeling. “Not a word. Come, trusty sword. Come, blade, my breast imbrue.”

You stab yourself with Paul’s imaginary blade before saying, “And, farewell, friends; thus Thisbe ends. Adieu, adieu, adieu!”

You and Paul take hands and lie backwards together as he says the line with you.

You're both laughing by the time you stand up.

“Right, I think that was good. Lads?” Paul looks to the other two for confirmation.

They both nod and Rich says, “I like her better than John. She takes the role seriously.”