#like yeah it was pretty fucking horrible!

[simpforboys]

Surprise! (3)

Drew Starkey x fem!singer!reader

Summary: reader and Drew celebrate the release of the ‘Perfume’ music video!

Warnings: fluff, smut, oral (f receiving), praise, swearing, male masturbation, dirty talk, missionary position, sex on couch, daddy kink, protective piv sex, boob worship (?), drinking wine, fangirling

Part one, part two

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Two weeks had went by.

Two long, busy weeks of you not hearing much from Drew, other than the promotions and photo stills you would send him.

It was finally the release day, and within 18 hours, the video had already reached 200 million views.

You were currently sitting on your light grey couch, flicking through Netflix movies when your phone buzzed with a notification.

Drew Starkey: Hey, congrats on the success of the video. I’m still very honored you wanted me to he apart of it. You still down to celebrate?

Oh.

In all honesty you were expecting Drew to stop talking to you after the shoot.

But within those two weeks, you were both extremely busy, so reaching out was hard.

That didn’t mean you two didn’t text at all, it was just two or three messages a day.

Drew was notorious for being a bad texter, not to mention how filled up his schedule was.

So you never took it to heart. Or, at least tried.

But seeing the notification that he actually still wanted to hang out, wanted to celebrate with you…

Your User: hi, thank you so much! i’m still so happy and grateful you said yes <33

Your User: and yes i’m still down to celebrate!! when are you free?

Maybe the double texting was too much, but you were already a glass of wine in, and texting your celebrity crush.

To your surprise, he replied pretty quickly.

Drew Starkey: I’m actually free rn surprisingly, are you?

Oh.

You were in fact free, but ready was the better question.

No, you were not ready to see Drew fucking Starkey, especially looking like how you were currently dressed.

Only wearing sweatpants, a shirt that is three sizes too big, fuzzy socks, and no bra was not exactly presentable to meet the love of your life.

Your User: yes, but i look absolutely horrible rn

Again, another quick response.

Drew Starkey: I doubt that. Can I come see you?

You typed out a message.

Your User: CNEOSHWOSHEODNEOWHSOWBSIFBEOSBAJDBDKDHOSBSKSBDJSHS😜✊👍😜🤭🔥🫶😩

That was what you really wanted to reply with, but instead went for something more nonchalant.

Your User: yeah, you want my address?

It was never good to share your address to anyone online, especially after only meeting in person twice.

But it was Drew Starkey. You would send anything to that man, no questions asked.

Drew Starkey: Yes please

You had spent the last 30 minutes frantically cleaning your apartment. Not that it was a complete mess, but you did want it to be cleaner than what it was.

A soft knock on your door was heard, heart pounding in your chest, hands shaking with nervousness.

Peeking through the peephole, seeing his familiar face was enough to make you almost back out.

Why did you have to be so fucking nervous? He was just a man.

Your fingers unlocked the door, opening it gently.

“Hey, Y/n.” Drew smiled warmly at you, holding a bouquet of flowers.

“Hi… come on in.” You grinned back, trying to hide the feeling in your chest.

Drew’s long legs guide him inside the apartment and he takes a second to look around.

It was cozy, and definitely you.

“I got these f’you.” He hums, holding out the flowers.

“Oh, these are my favorite flowers, Drew… you didn’t have to do that.” You awed, taking the bouquet as he practically handed it to you.

He knew they were your favorite flowers. He might have looked up y/n l/n’s favorite flower onto Google. Not that he would ever admit that, though.

“Really? Damn, lucky pick, I guess.” He chuckled, scratching the side of his neck a little sheepishly.

Putting the flowers in a vase, you realized that he was wearing sweats and a hoodie. It was 10:23pm on a Friday, and clearly you two were appreciating a night off.

It made you feel better about your outfit.

“Do you want anything to eat or drink? I have white or red wine, beer, vodka, soda, water…” You trailed off your options.

“What’re you drinking?” He hummed.

You nodded over to the coffee table, an open bottle of wine with a half filled glass on it.

“Wine.”

“I’ll just have some of that, then.” Drew murmurs.

You grabbed another wine glass and walked over to the couch, hearing his feet behind you.

Sitting down on the couch, you got all comfortable underneath the blanket again, then reached over to pour him a glass of wine.

“Cheers, to the success of ‘Perfume’, and to you.” Drew says softly, holding his glass out for you to clink.

Feeling your face grow a bit warm, you tapped your glass with his.

“Cheers to you being amazing.” You took a sip of the wine, your eyes locked onto his blue ones.

“You have a nice apartment, by the way. Forgot to say that.” He hums.

“Thank you, I wanted to make it as cozy as possible for those rare times I am at home.” You explain.

"Yeah, I get that. Life nowadays is just so hectic." He agrees, blue eyes trailing over your face, as if committing each feature to memory.

"Well, yeah. You're all big and famous now," you tease.

He chuckles sheepishly, his large hand running along the back of his head.

"You have any big plans coming up?" He asked you.

"Yeah, actually. I'm supposed to be preforming at the iHeartRadio Jingle Ball festival in a week," you nod.

"Really? Damn. That beats me, then." He joked.

"What do you have coming up?" You questioned.

"Variety is going to have Harris Dickinson and I do that Actors on Actors interview thing."

"Yeah? That sounds fun," you hummed.

The two of you spent an hour and a half talking about life, success, and just got to know each other.

You both finished the bottle of wine and were now onto your second bottle, the two of you tipsy as you giggled on the couch.

Your body felt warm and you weren't completely sure if it was from the alcohol or the fact that a beautiful man was sitting a foot away from you on your own couch.

Drew felt the same, and one specific joke you made had him laughing a little too hard. His eyes creased in the corner as he smiled, those pretty dimples on display.

But when his large hand went to rest on your knee, the wine in your system completely fought off your anxiety, making you more relaxed.

You found yourself leaning into his touch, your hand resting atop of his.

"Your laugh is so cute, Drew," you murmured.

"Yeah? You're cute," he responded.

You bit your lip, eyes locked onto his. "Is that the alcohol talking or you?"

He grinned, shaking his head.

"That's me talking."

Oh.

"You're sweet..." you trailed off, trying to ignore how butterflies filled your belly.

He just hummed, a comfortable, tension-filled silence falling between you two.

"So, you really had a crush on me for four years?" He teased, squeezing your knee a little.

"Oh, god. We're back at this now, huh?" You grumbled in embarrassment, although there was no real malice behind your tone.

He smirked, licking his lips. "We never left it."

"I certainly did."

"Yeah? You don't have a crush on me anymore?" He murmured, the playful tone in his voice making your stomach turn more.

"I didn't say that...." you trailed off, picking at the extra skin near your nails.

His eyes trail over your form again, taking in every inch of you he can see that's not hidden by the blanket on your lap.

"Hm? Sorry, I didn't hear you."

You rolled your eyes, face hot. "I'm sure you didn't."

He laughed, scooting a little closer to you so your legs were touching.

"'m just fucking with you," he said softly.

"I know..." you glanced over at him, eyes instinctively falling down to his pretty lips.

It had been too long since you felt them on you.

Maybe it was the wine, maybe it was the boost of confidence Drew had gotten, but he slowly leaned in, his free hand going to run his index finger and thumb on your chin.

"Is this okay?" He asked quietly.

"Yeah... yes..." you breathed out shakily, heart racing.

He hummed, gently connecting your lips to his own.

Feeling that familiar, addictive spark when his skin touched yours. You immediately kissed back, your left hand going to cup his jaw.

Kissing. You were kissing Drew fucking Starkey. And it wasn't for work, wasn't for cameras. He kissed you first.

Within moments, he was laying you back on the light grey couch, the fluffy blanket being left abandoned on the floor.

His tongue was in your mouth, sculpted body hovering over yours. Your thighs were spread for him to nestle in between, left hand still cupping his strong jaw, right hand in that soft brown hair.

On instinct you pulled a little on the strands, making him grunt into your mouth. He disconnected your lips, trailing sloppy, needy kisses down your jaw and neck.

Chests pressed together, it was as if you two couldn't get any closer.

"Mhmm... Drew..." you whimpered softly when he nipped at the skin of your pulse point.

"Yeah? That feel nice, sweet girl?" He murmured, voice muffled from his attention on your neck.

You nodded, legs squeezing him in between your body.

"Can I take your shirt off, baby?" He asked, not wanting to do anything you weren't desiring.

"Please.." you breathed out, heart racing, stomach flipping.

His large hand slipped the oversized fabric off and over your head, a small whine leaving him when he saw your pretty tits.

"Fuck, Y/n... you been hiding these from me?" He mumbled teasingly, continuing his line of kisses and nibbles down your collarbone, in between the valley of your breasts.

"All you needed to do was ask," you panted. Your back instinctively arched up, your chest needing some attention from his warm mouth.

He groaned at your answer, moving slightly down your body until he was eye level with your hard nipples. He swirled his tongue around the bud, blue eyes locked on your face when he sucked your nipple into his mouth.

Your body jolted a little, making him hold your side with his left hand, his right hand massaging the other stiffened bud.

He switched sides after a few moments, relishing in the sounds of your pretty moans and pants.

But something else was throbbing and aching, desperately needing his attention.

"Drew," you whined.

"Hmm?" He hummed, still worshipping your boobs.

"Need you."

"Yeah?" He cooed, reluctantly disconnecting his mouth from your right nipple as he continued to kiss down your stomach.

You nod, breathing short and needy. He got to the waistband of your sweatpants, looking back up at you.

"You can take those off too." You gave permission, already knowing what the man was going to ask.

He wasted no time in slipping the fabric down your legs, readjusting so his face was in between your spread thighs.

"Look how you ruined these panties, pretty girl... you're so needy f'me, huh?" He murmured softly.

All you could do was whine when he pressed a tender kiss to your clothed clit, the fabric absolutely soaked. It had been way too long since you'd had sex.

His large hand slid the fabric down your thighs, leaving you completely bare for him.

"So beautiful, baby. So beautiful..." he muttered, talking more to himself than you.

Your legs twitched when he flicked his tongue against your clit, hands digging in his hair.

"Drew--"

"I know, baby. Let daddy eat this pretty pussy, yeah? Just sit back and relax."

A needy whimper left your mouth, but you didn't respond. Not that you could, as he licked a stripe from your pulsating hole to the top of your clit.

He hoisted your thighs over his broad shoulders, moaning a little at your taste. His movements became more eager, beginning to lap at your cunt like a starved man.

Right hand in his hair, left hand gripping the couch. Your eyes rolled back, hips bucking up towards his face.

He made a grunt directly into your clit, another jolt of pleasure going into your body.

"Daddy... fuck..."

His piercing blue eyes were feeding off of your facial expressions, his cock throbbing in his own sweats.

He slipped two fingers into your cunt, focusing his mouth on your clit. His left hand slid down his own pants, beginning to palm his cock through his boxers.

"Yeah? Is daddy making you feel good, sweet girl?" He coos, whining a little as his own hips buck on the couch, desperate for more friction.

His noise and hips bucking made your cunt clench around his fingers, as if trying to pull him in deeper.

The knot in your stomach was already forming, almost embarrassing how quickly he turned you into a mess.

Legs trembling over his shoulders, hips rocking against his face and chin. You couldn't even announce you were coming, mind fuzzy from the pleasure.

He hummed when he noticed you releasing, continuing to lap up all your juices as he came in his pants.

When your body calmed down, he pulled away from your pussy and kneeled in between your legs.

He peeled his own hoodie off, revealing that perfect, toned body of his again. Your eyes drank in the sight, licking your lips.

“You’re so hot, Drew…” you murmured.

His ears were ringing, need coursing through his veins as he slipped off his sweats and boxers.

You had to physically hold back a gasp when you saw his cock for the first time.

People had always written it differently in all those guilty pleasure Rafe Cameron fanfics you would read when you couldn’t sleep.

But seeing it in person was just a whole new experience.

It was long and thick, which was to be expected. The man radiated big dick energy.

Pretty mushroom tip that was still leaking, his pubic hair slightly fuzzy as if he hadn’t shaved it in a week.

“Holy shit…”

“Mhm? Better than you imagined?” He asked teasingly, a smirk on his face as he grabbed a condom from his wallet.

You couldn’t help but playfully roll your eyes, a small snicker leaving you.

He rolled the condom onto his shaft, moving to hover over you again.

“Are you sure you want this, Y/n?” He asked softly, eyes gazing intently into yours.

“Yes… please fuck me, daddy.”

He let out a small groan, nestling himself in between your thighs. He used a long, strong arm to grab a couch pillow and tuck it under your hips.

You watched as he teasingly slid his head up and down your slit, tapping it against your throbbing bundle of nerves.

“Don’t tease me, please,” you beg.

Your pretty begging weakened his resolve as he slowly slid into you.

Whimpers and noises of pleasure left the both of you at the feeling, a course of energy being shared within your two bodies.

He kept pushing until he was all the way inside, giving you a moment to adjust as he captured your lips in his.

Your hands roamed over his biceps and back, loving the way the muscles flex against your palms. His skin was burning, adding to the electric feel.

When he felt you stop tensing around him, he began to slowly pull back, before pushing in, creating a delicious rhythm.

“Fuck… you feel so fuckin’ good, baby.” He moaned.

Your legs tightened around his hips, a noise leaving you as he rubbed right against that spongy spot.

“So deep, Drew… can feel you so deep,” you whined in between breaths.

“Yeah? You take this dick so good, pretty girl.”

His movements were getting a little rougher with every minute passing, both of you needing this.

Your crush on him for four years, the sexual tension you shared in the music video, the chemistry when you first met him on The Tonight Show.

It was all so surreal and felt like you were living straight out of a fanfic or dream.

His head dropped down to your chest, clearly having a thing for your hardened nipples as he nibbled gently.

Maybe one day Drew would fuck you without the condom and be able to feel your warm, velvety walls squeezing him without the protection.

He could dream.

“Shit, shit, shit.” You swore, the pillow under your hips allowing for his tip to kiss your cervix with every thrust.

“Mhm, yeah. Good girl.” He praised breathlessly, feeling a little lightheaded from everything.

The couch creaked a little beneath you two, your nails digging into his back.

He was already close, eyes fluttered shut as he lifted his head to press a kiss to your forehead.

His calloused thumb went to rub your clit, making your legs twitch around his sculpted hips.

Your cunt squeezed around his cock, your belly on fire with your building orgasm.

“You gonna cum f’me, sweet girl?” He choked out, hips snapping against yours.

“Y-yes!” You squeak, mind hazy, body trembling.

“Yeah… that’s it… let me feel you…”

His breathy words, deep penetration, and touch on your clit sent you over the edge again.

You moaned loudly, clinging onto his body as he talked you through your orgasm.

He was also talking himself through it, feeling his cock twitch as he spilled his seed into the condom.

His body was still against yours, both of you catching your breaths from the intensity.

He pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead again, his chest rising and falling.

“You okay?” He asked you softly.

“Mhm… ‘m good…”

You kissed his lips again, more gently this time. His nose brushed against yours when he pulled away, lips connecting to your cheek.

He reluctantly slid out of you, kneeling between your legs again as his blue eyes gazed down at your cunt.

“Did you bring any more condoms?” You ask after a few moments.

He looks at your face, then reaches over to grab his wallet. He pulls out two more condom wrappers.

You grinned, licking your lips.

“So are we going two more rounds or what?”

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EXPERIMENT | b. eilish.

ꨄ︎ contents: bestfriend!billie, shy!reader, fingering, friends to lovers au— this is pretty much vanilla my loves. fluff at the end!

“are you sure you wanna do this?” billie questioned you, her hands rubbing your thighs lovingly as her blue eyes pierced into yours, her tiny freckles glistening under the warm light that was given to you by your lamp. you nod at her, sure of your decision, licking your lips, “y-yeah... i trust you, bils.”

you and billie had been talking about your dating history, laying on your bed and giggling about various embarrassing stories you had, until the topic had landed on sex. you had told her that none of your partners could ever bring you to orgasm— in fact, you could count how many you’ve had on one hand.

the conversation skewed to you needing some help, and you and billie had awkwardly decided that it wouldn’t be a horrible idea if she helped you out. you were her best friend, after all— isn’t that what best friends do?

billie nodded at your acceptance and lowered her head in between your thighs, where her nose came in contact with your bare clit. your legs squeezed involuntarily around her head, though she hadn’t even touched you yet. she snickers lightly, “you okay?”

“mhm.” you hum, “just…a little scary. my best friend’s head is in between my legs, first of all… and what if….y’know, i’m not good at this? what if—“

“shh.” was all billie murmured against your sex, one of her hands remaining on your thigh to keep you grounded and make you feel safe. your fingers eventually found themselves tangled in your hair when you felt her fingers fill your pussy up, fingertips grazing against that sweet spot inside you— the one you’ve always heard about but could never reach. her movements pull a shy whine out of you, though your lips stay pursed shut, and billie cocks a brow at you.

“does that not feel good?” she questions. though your face has pleasure written all over it, you’re abnormally quiet. you nod at her, though, urging her to keep going, “mhm…y-yes, i’m sorry…just— nervous.”

billie nods in understanding, her fingers curling further inside you, making your eyes flutter closed as you let a soft moan pass your lips. it sends shivers down her spine, hearing your little whimpers of pleasure as her thumb finds your clit, your hips rocking into her palm, full of need.

“that’s it, good girl.” she praises, using the context of your body language to feel out what you like. you feel your stomach tighten— it’s a low, full feeling, and you feel your legs vibrate against billie’s skin as your moans amplify, your shyness masked by how good billie’s making you feel.

“i— i think m’gonna—“ you cut yourself off, your best friend’s digits still relentlessly fucking into you, and you feel your whole body grow tense, sensitivity playing on your nerves. you huff, “bils….”

she coos at you, “s’okay baby, i know…feels like a lot, but you can take it— you’re so close, just cum for me, angel.”

you’d think that her words would coax you to orgasm, but your body just tenses up, pleasure growing numb to you as you sigh, frustrated. billie’s fingers fall idle inside you, “did you—?”

“no.” you huff, “i literally think my body is…broken. this is so embarrassing.”

billie shakes her head at you, “it’s not embarrassing at all. i just think you’re too tense,” she then takes a free hand, dropping it to your thigh and massaging your flesh, “wanna try again?”

and with that you nod, your pussy clenching tightly as billie’s thrusts become a little more forceful, yet her fingers still lovingly dip into your legs, her hands oozing softness as you feel yourself calm down.

and then you feel it— your legs twitching, back arching, your whole body shaking as you tighten around billie’s fingers, “billie, billie! i’m—“

your sentence dies on your tongue as you cum, hard, your eyes starry and hazy as warmth erupts within you, billie’s fingers working you through your high. your chest heaves as you pant, your eyes fluttering open.

you immediately pull the covers over your body, slightly embarrassed, “…hi.”

“hi.” billie returns with a laugh, “was that alright? i assume so, the way you moaned my name practically the whole time.”

“oh, shut up.” you protest, though you still sound so sweet to billie. she slithers onto the bed with you, her face only inches away from yours. her eyes are knowing, sweet and gentle— and it kills you not to lean in and kiss her. but you find composure, “thank you…for that. it felt nice.”

“i’m glad it did.” billie looks up at you, and you bite your lip, your eyes naturally drawing to her own pretty, perfect lips. you watch her scoot closer to you, and you blink, unsure if this moment is even real or not. she leans in even closer, her eyes looking up at yours before she kisses you slowly, your lips melting into her own as she squeezes you tight, not daring to break the kiss.

and you weren’t complaining, either.

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[tgmsunmontue]

PROMPT THIRTY - "Rings"

30 December 2024 - 2/3 parts (31st December is the last part)

(Set prior to events of TG:M, post break-up and making up).

PART ONE

              He waits while Bradley goes in and makes up reasons or excuses why he and Jake are suddenly leaving, mind whirling. Bradley wants to talk. It’s never been one of his strongest abilities, always preferred to cut and run, which had served him fine until…

              “Come on. I’m driving you to your place. Means you’ve got nowhere to run to,” Bradley says, shrugging into his own jacket. He bites back the sharp retort, because Bradley’s not wrong; and that stings in the worst way. He follows Bradley to a car he doesn’t recognise, realising suddenly that there are going to be lots of things, little and big, that he doesn’t know anymore and he takes a steadying breath.

              The drive isn’t long, they don’t talk, silence stretching between them. He doesn’t know what to say even if he was good at talking. Bradley follows behind him and he pushes open the door, heads to the small sofa before diverting toward the small circular dining table. The sofa is too small, doesn’t want to force them into uncomfortable proximity. Doesn’t know if he can cope if he has to watch Bradley walk out, knowing he’s going to have to see him nearly every day afterwards.

              God, what a fucking shit show.

              One of his own making. He’s not used to that. Not used to fucking up on such an epic scale.

              “Uh, did you want something to drink?”

              “No. Sit down Jake.”

              He sits. Wants to lean back and cross his arms but instead finds himself mirroring Bradley’s pose, one elbow one the table. Except while Bradley’s fingers are rubbing his forehead, Jake finds himself covering his mouth, afraid of what he might let slip out. He swallows against the tightness in his throat, knows he owes Bradley an apology, but they don’t come easy even when they’re deserved.

              Bradley doesn’t seem to know what to say either though, and they sit there simply looking at each other and he lets himself notice little details. A new scar he doesn’t know the story behind, a godawful shirt featuring roosters wearing santa hats, the slightly longer hair making his curls look even better.

              “You broke up with me because you thought I was breaking up with you. That’s what happened right? I’m not imagining or remembering what you said earlier?”

              “I – fuck. Yeah.”

              “Shit. When you said you weren’t good at communication you really weren’t underselling it…” Jake shrugs helplessly, scrubs at his face because he had warned Bradley when they’d first started dating. But that’s not an excuse. “So you were too busy hearing all the wrong things and jumping to the wrong conclusions. How, I have no fucking clue, but… you did.”

              He nods once, because now Bradley is going to repeat every horrible thing Jake spat at him, he’s going to have to relive it and then Bradley is going to walk out.

              “You… Shit Jake. You must have felt so hurt. To try and rip me apart like that.”

              “Try?” Jake laughs hollowly, voice watery, falls silent at the quelling look Bradley gives him.

              “Yeah. You tried. But judging from your reaction right now I’m pretty sure you didn’t mean a single word of it.”

              “I… I meant to hurt you.”

              “Oh. You did hurt me. I was so confused though. Couldn’t even find you to talk things out. Was just… hopeful that I’d one day cross paths with you again and maybe get an explanation…”

              Jake sucks his lips into his mouth, remembers blocking numbers and deleting photos and telling Javy he was sworn to silence. Getting rid of the rings that he’d bought.

              Fuck.

              “I’m sorry…” the words are so quiet he doesn’t know if Bradley even hears them, but he feels the hot track of tears as they spill down his cheeks and he ignores them, doesn’t want to draw Bradley’s attention to them.

              It doesn’t matter, Bradley notices and he’s out of his chair and there, brushing them away with the pad of his thumb and cupping Jake’s jaw in his hand, shaking his head.

              “My life would be so much simpler if I didn’t love you…”

              Jake hiccups, the terror that Bradley is simply going to walk away making him tremble, but he knows he doesn’t deserve a second chance no matter how much he wants one.

              “But I do love you. Never stopped. More fool me I guess… What do you want Jake?”

              “You.”

              “Well. You’ve got me. Always have.”

[mallyreallylikesjinx]

Like Yanderes ( Jayce, Viktor, Vi and Jinx ) reacting to the reader always being desired by other people, to the point where people flirt with the reader?

Of course, because of the amount of characters I'm doing headcannons <3

TW: Possessive behavior, jealousy, manipulation, violence

ﾟ⚛︎. If we’re talking about season one Jayce I can see him being cool with it, as I generally see him as a more laid-back type of yandere.

ﾟ⚛︎. He’s aware you’re hot, he has eyes. That's not to say he's pissed, but he's pissed inside.

ﾟ⚛︎. "Yeah, my lover is so hot! And they have an amazing personality! I'm just so lucky, aren't I?"

ﾟ⚛︎. Doesn't matter if you're not dating, you're still his. Don't forget that.

ﾟ⚛︎. I think we forget that Jayce is basically the Elon Musk of Piltover, he has money. So I can also see him paying off someone to never talk to you again.

ﾟ⚛︎. Now Jayce in season two is a completely different story.

ﾟ⚛︎. He's already lost pretty much everything to Hextech and he is NOT about to lose you to some random guy.

ﾟ⚛︎. Due to his SLIGHTLY deterred mental state he's not above killing anyone who flirts with you. The giant war hammer isn't just for show after all.

𝜗𝜚. Viktor is a pacifist at heart.

𝜗𝜚. I can't particularly see him hurting anyone who flirts with you, but they are getting a look that can kill a whole Noxian army.

𝜗𝜚. Once the whole flirting fiasco is over he makes sure to guilt you into feeling horrible for even giving the guy the time of day.

ᯓ★ For first time offenders Vi lets a lot of things slide. But she still needs to get the "fuck off" message across. So she'll fully make out with you, no matter where you are.

ᯓ★ Like Jayce she'll throw something in along the lines of "Yeah MY girlfriend is amazing and MINE." And hopefully that's all she has to do.

ᯓ★ If they don't get the message, then she's throwing hands.

ᯓ★ After the fight, that she effortlessly won, she tries to twist it so you think that she's the hero in this situation.

ᯓ★ "Calm down, Y/N. You don't know Zaun like I do. He was going to hurt you. Strangers don't really just come up to people like that down here."

꩜ .ᐟ Completely riots.

꩜ .ᐟ She has trust that you wouldn't leave her for someone else, but she didn't think Vi would leave her either. And look how that turned out.

꩜ .ᐟ To give Jinx some credit, she tries to keep her cool. It's just difficult when that guy is so close to you, and talking so much, and having all your attention. And oh look she shot him! Silly her, right?

꩜ .ᐟ Brushes it off, and if you don't she gets hysterical.

꩜ .ᐟ "'M sorry...'M sorry.." She mutters endlessly, "Forgive me. Please. Don't leave."

[altschmerzes]

Second and last answer (then I am off tumblr again, short visit) : Oh I just read your long answer to the message. Oh my good I seriously had no Idea. I am quite new on tumblr I just got here yesterday because of your fanfic were was mentioned your name and tumblr, I did not know that this is such a intimate safe space I thought it was more of a promoting fanfic and light and fun website with "hey there" and "whats up" kind of site and just reda your last comments. I had absolutely no idea, you seem to have think that I Know this site and the type of intimacy shared and your story- it must have been so horrible to red my message! I am so so so very sorry! Thank you for letting me know. I swear I will not write you again, I hope it brings you some peace of mind that i was just stupid and dumm and not knowing anything about this and will leave tublr ! it is you life and your feelings and i want don't to tell you how to feel and have no right too and now see what a huge mistake it was to treat this as a happy rambling website. I will leave tumblr now, so you can feel a bit safer if i made you feel unsafe. I am sorry I am writing this anonounoumosly still, but I was shocked by your (rightfully strong! You are absolutely right) reaction and feel not safe enough, which I am sure is ironic to you because you were made felt so unsafe by me- it is just how it is. Have a much better day. I have the feeling everything i write would sound stupid or be taken the wrong way (not because of you understanding it wrong, but because of me not being able to express it because i neither have the language not also the insight into the topic not it seems the sensibilty needed) so i will stop now with a final and the only thing that matters and I hope you can take away: I am so sorry you were hurt because of what i said. It will never happen again.

the only reason i'm answering this at all, bc i've been sitting here staring at it kind of speechless for about 15 minutes, is just to make some things clear for anyone ELSE who might be reading my responses and getting the wrong idea from them.

i love when people connect with me here from reading my fics

i promise i am not usually an overly angry or aggressive or scary person. i don't jump down people's throats for simple mistakes or attack people or whatever. i like to think, at least from my own limited internal perspective, obviously having no idea how i come across to other people, that i'm pretty friendly and approachable and kind as a general rule. i like to think, and i hope this is true, that i am not a scary person.

this is not a particularly...... intimate platform any more than any other social media is. i often promote my fic here and have lighthearted jokes and chat about media! i link my tumblr in my fic notes for a reason, and it's not because i need or want everyone to Intimately Understand The Intricacies Of My Life. it's a blog. i also make some personal posts sometimes, about my experiences with abuse and trauma and mental health issues among other things, but that doesn't mean it's like..... some kind of holy ground safe space. this wouldn't be okay to say to anyone anywhere based on the information available to you when you did it. it is just as inappropriate to make assumptions about strangers' lives and then lecture them based on those assumptions, especially regarding something as potentially fraught as family, on a 'happy rambling website' whatever that means.

just to be clear, none of this is a communication issue. it's not about what you've said being taken the wrong way. i give people the benefit of the doubt as best i can. i extend whatever grace i can because communication is always going to be imperfect especially via text. the problem is not one with wording or with expressing yourself. the problem is that you decided to shame me, a complete stranger, for how i spoke about my parent, when you had no information about my parent, me, our relationship, or our history. full stop. that was wrong. it was wrong, it was inappropriate, it was invasive, it was presumptuous, and it was cruel. you made that choice. own it and live with it and do better.

[meowsticmarvels]

probably talked about this before but it is still crazy to me of phi's status as patient zero for radical-6. she is the host the virus first claims. her twin brother created the virus. she knows what it will do, knows what apocalypse will happen, but can't do anything about it. she begs diana to kill her, it's an act of mercy for both herself and the world, but diana cant do it. against her wishes she has to live she's the only character to get it at two separate instances - and she has the capacity to remember both of them. the virus's main symptom is suicidal ideation. a lot of this only happened because she had the idea to use the bomb to escape - delta forcing her to have blood on her hands as a result. there's definitely some degree of guilt involved. or what of the 3 months between ztd and april? the months she spends recovering, only to become a vessel for the next 45 years? this is the phi that ends up back at the end of vlr. the phi who unintentionally caused the very thing she swore to stop

[bacchuschucklefuck]

love thinking kipperlilly spends her afterlife looking for lucy in a familiar forest

[catfishofoldin99colours]

(tw gore, head trauma, injury mention) thinking about daisuke's death and how Swansea did not hold back in letting that axe fall into his skull and how lots of fanart depicts Daisuke with a long cut along his face which isn't incorrect but thinking about the force of that swing and the weight of that acts and how pendulums are most powerful at the middle of their swing and gravity and so on

His fucking skull would have caved in and crushed his brain, genuinely killing him instantly

It'd be so gross to draw and even more awful to find references off but it would be accurate! And all the more heartbreaking, he literally got destroyed

[the-moogle-of-your-nightmares]

one thing i really deeply wish is that i'd had access as a kid to the plural community and information that are more easily available today, instead of my first experience with plural community which both took it seriously and was nonjudgmental having been 10's era tul/pa.info lmao

[lillotte17]

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[lalalychee]

people responding to that one poll like "being 14 is the worst time in your life" lmao bro i wish that were me and my experience. i swear every year is so much worse than the last. 14 was a joke compared to what i have to endure now.

[the-acid-pear]

saw your post about characters suppressing trauma and stuff (and mentioning Dave specifically) so have some stuff that happened in the fic that relate to that:

- Dave would lie his Ass off if Jack ever asked about Henry potentially hurting him or upsetting him. that or he'd just straight up refuse to answer.

- related to the above point, Dave has a scar from The Wrench Incident. Jack asked about it (and told Dave that he didn't have to answer if he didn't want to), and Dave half lied and said it was from "an accident with a wrench."

- Dave and Jack would "jokingly" flirt with each other quite often. it quite literally took Jack Kissing His Hand and him getting Really Flustered from that for Dave to realize that A) he was Not straight and B) that Jack might also have feelings for him.

for context, Jack had been working there since mid-to-late February and this happened Three Days Before Dee Was Murdered.

- the closest thing even Resembling a panic attack that Dave has had so far has been him getting overwhelmed and having a breakdown in a closet because, in no particular order,

he's assisted with the murders of three children, having killed one Directly

one of those kids was His Crush's Sister, who he REALLY didn't want to help kill

Henry KNEW Jack was dead for two days, and didn't mention it to Dave Once, and when he Did finally bring it up to Dave, it was only really in passing

Dee has made it Abundantly clear that she wants to kill both of them

and finally:

Henry has been Insistent that This Bullshit (killing kids) is something they Need to do, and seems adamant that Dave Wants This, despite how much Dave clearly Does Not want this.

so. Dave’s not having a good time right now in the fic

- dogboyjackkennedy

THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT THAT'S MY MISERABLE AND SOPPING WET BABYGIRL YEAHAHGVB OT2 ‼️‼️‼️ Losing SO hard fr.

[pepperpixel]

Some art of Tori from @misfitmccoward ‘s Naruto fic Plasticity! Because!! It’s such a good fucking fic…! I had to do fanart for it!! honestly after I first read it I was so fucking hype about it that I was almost like “omg.. I have to do an animatic or something for this. it’s SO GOOD” but. My ability to do animatics has kinda flushed down the drain recently ghghg- But! Still!! I had to at least draw some fanart for it…!

[skellagirl]

they can yassify Marlin........

they can yassify Gustafa...........

they can even yassify Murrey......

but will Marvelous get on the level I was on when I was fourteen, in 2006, and yassify Daryl????

[featherymainffins]

The Line is a genuinely amazing song but I feel like it was created for incredibly evil purposes and nothing but evil purposes. Song engineered in a lab specifically for causing harm.

[silverselfshippingchaos]

i really wanna post about how nice his hands are... but the only moments where we get a good look at his hands are

(j.udgment spoilers)

A) when he got shot by a literal fucking serial killer chasing him through an empty hospital

or B) three seconds before he started sobbing his eyes out because his big sister was murdered in cold blood and he can't do anything about it