#maybe i should've thought about the visuals more

[kari-go]

Hi. I noticed that Stephan has hand- and legcuff like elements in his designes, like characters uses to keep them down? Bedide being visually awesome, is there a deeper meaning? Like is he afraid of his powers (Cat and Snake, well, not a cake😅) or does he has something in his life that keeps him down?

Oh, there is no deeper meaning. It's just a design element (is that how you call it?). I have a template for the suits (and other stuff, like the fins and wings), so when I make kwami swaps the suits seem... unified or recognizable for the person, so like, when you see it you go 'ah, that's Stephan." I think Stephan's suits are the most recognizable.

Patter. I think it's called a pattern.

This is how Stephan's template looks like. I don't always have to do everything and I make slight changes.

Honestly, I think his situation is the opposite of what you said xd. His parents are very accepting and love him very much and he's not afraid of his powers as Lion is. The things keeping him down are the entire 'you can't tell anybody about the miraculous' thing, he's very honest, especially with his parents and he's never really had a reason to lie them so that's more of an issue.

[nostromo130]

eberyone i just watched cirmson peak. thinking about this

[whateveriwant]

Can you please do Task force 141 finding out they’re having quintuplets! I’d imagine that they wouldn’t plan to have that many….at least not all at once 🧍‍♀️

Ghost

When the technician points out the five distinct dots on the ultrasound, he immediately goes dead silent

I mean, he's always pretty quiet anyway, but this is like quiet quiet

He doesn't utter a single word for the rest of the appointment, nor on the ride back home for that matter

This has you more concerned than you care to admit because you know that, not that long ago, he didn't think he'd ever have (much less want) kids of his own some day

So now that he's learned he's about to have five? You can't imagine what's going through his mind right now

It isn't until you're walking through the front door that you're being stopped with a gentle hand tugging on your wrist

You turn to look at him and, without a word, he drops to his knees before you, rolling up the bottom of your shirt to expose your belly

He'll press the softest of kisses just beside your navel, before looking up at you with expressive eyes that convey the foremost thought in his head: Thank you

Soap

Nearly shits a brick the moment the words leave the technician's mouth

All the color swiftly drains from his face and he has to sit down before he keels over right in the middle of the office

It's not so much fear that has him going paper white but pure shock at hearing the unexpected (yet not unhappy) news

While you'd already discussed having a big family together one day, you didn't think you'd get it done in one fell swoop

However, maybe you should've seen it coming since you both come from families that have had multiples

The possibility of this happening was decently high, so in a way, you're not all that surprised by the revelation

Once he's composed himself and is a little less ghostly pale in the face, he's eagerly requesting the technician to print out an excessive number of copies of the ultrasound

Why? Well, he's gotta send them to everyone, of course! His family, your family, all the lads at work. Hell, maybe your neighbor Charlie would like one too. Better print several just in case

Gaz

"C– Come again?" He thinks he misheard the technician at first

However, even hearing it a second time, he has to stand up, round the bed, and get about an inch away from the monitor to confirm for himself

It's almost comical the way his eyes widen at the screen, darting around the black and white image like he can't comprehend what he's seeing

It'll take some coaxing to get him back in his seat, and as he does, you hear him mumbling to himself – something about nappies, never sleeping again, and *shudders* University

At some point, out of the corner of your eye, you see him messing with his hands

He's putting his palm in front of his own stomach then drawing it about a foot or two away, as if trying to visualize the size your belly is destined to grow

Even when you get back home, it's like reality hasn't fully hit him yet

It's not until you find him at 2am looking up double decker prams that you realize it's finally starting to sink in, and he's more than ready for the challenge ahead

Price

Seems awfully calm when the technician breaks the news to you two

Based on his reaction – a light smile and mere "Oh, that's wonderful" – you'd think he'd just been informed of the weather or something

To be honest, his reaction (or lack thereof) is a little disarming, but you don't comment on it until you're buckling up in the car, mentioning his seeming total lack of nerves about the future

He chuckles and jokes that he already has to look after three big kids at work. What's five little ones at home to compare?

Though you think you can see what he's getting at, his cool-headedness about it all still has you in a bit of a tizzy

Is he not even a little surprised by the news? After all, it's not every day that people fall pregnant with quintuplets

At your question, he smiles and leans to press a bristly kiss to the back of your hand. When he pulls back, he's smirking, giving you the smuggest look you've ever seen from a man

"Told you I've got strong swimmers, love"

[bywons]

﹆ WITH AND WITHOUT — LHS

⌕ where lee heeseung realises he messed up too bad

𖦹 pairing. toxic!bf! lee heeseung x f!reader w.c. 0.7k tw/cw. cursing, implications of cheating at end genre. angst/hurt sru's note. pls don't let this flop TT ( CATALOGUE?! )

¤ feedbacks and reblogs are always appreciated!

heeseung's head aches more than ever, and for every second that he stares at the minimalist silver pendant sitting still between your collarbones, it's thin silver chain hugging your neck ever so softly, it aches even more.

and now it's the time for his heart. he physically cringes out of guilt when he watches you retract your hand away from his. he just wants to hold your hand in his, wants to embrace the soft warmth that once felt like home, that cosy and cordial sensation that gave him butterflies.

but now that is long gone.

it started with heeseung really. from your shoulders missing the embrace of his arm to his cheeks missing your tickling, feathery kiss. neither of you know when this started; an invisible wall growing between you two, and all you can do is sit and watch, letting the wall increase the distance you've already built in between you both.

“you should focus on the movie instead”, your tone is boring, maybe even annoyed. or maybe none, heeseung simply doesn't know. he can't concentrate on whatever's playing in front of him, his eyes are fixed on your necklace, sending such visuals to his brain out of which he can only think of scenarios that hammers his heart even more.

the pendants’ a heart. it's a fucking heart.

“yeah, i am”, heeseung lies, again. just like the way he lied to you three months ago saying he would definitely attend your birthday party albeit his rough basketball practice.

you searched for your boyfriend's compelling face for hours that evening. waited for him the whole night, an hour passed by, then two, then three. every face in your apartment left and the one that should've been there by your side on the couch, holding you in his arms and kissing you all over, was not there. lee heeseung indeed broke his promise that day, along with a piece of you.

“really? what just happened right now then?”, you yawn, munching on the caramel popcorn, a flavour you didn't really like. but heeseung is unable to answer your question right now, he doesn't find enough words to formulate a sentence and explain why he didn't really know what was going on in the movie. his eyes just mindlessly read over the subtitles at the bottom of the screen not really getting the context behind it, there are more vital thoughts in the back of his head, eating him alive in this moment.

heeseung mentally curses himself for instances that took place months ago. instances which once broke your heart, you cried over it, burying your face in the pillow and then eventually forgetting about it. instances that heeseung never cared enough to think about twice before going to bed, or use to reflect on his actions or even think about it.

but suddenly heeseung wishes he could go back in time and return to your birthday party that evening, he wishes he was not that casual to flirt with your best friend in front of you, he wishes he hadn't caused those meaningless arguments with you, he wishes he'd never told you that his ex was better. heeseung wishes he was a better boyfriend for you.

“this one new?”, and heeseung's eyes are back on the necklace you were wearing, it's dainty silver heart infuriating him even more and he can't find the reason why. why the fuck can't he recognize the necklace?

“this one?”, you very well know which one he means when you point at the silver necklace on your neck, or else why will you be sitting with your cardigan pushed all the way down to your collarbones? “you gave it to me, don't you remember?”, you smile.

“not really”, heeseung trails off, a smile from you felt odd after days of cold shoulder from you. it doesn't feel genuine though, so he returns another fake smile hoping you wouldn't notice, “maybe i forgot.”

heeseung can never forget, never ever when it comes to you. he might have been the worst boyfriend ever but he's dying for your touch right now, maybe playing hard to get in your own relationship got him? he can't bet on being ‘good boyfriend’ all over again, he knows he fucked up. but he can bet on one thing though.

he swears and he swears to god and all his 23 years of life, he has never bought that necklace for you.

‘cause why the fuck would it have a ‘J’ engraved on it?

© bywons, 2024. do not copy, translate or upload any of my works without my permission.

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[luvyeni]

genre smut 𖹭 warning subby!wonbin, unprotected sex, toy usage pairing — roommate!wonbin x fem reader | back to library .

request. imagine wonbin is just sneaking around in readers room or hes looking for something or whatever n he finds her vibrator. his imagination is running wild and he HAS to use it on himself now ,, like poor boy just cant help it 🫣🫣 hes so lost in the pleasure he doesnt even notice her walking in on him 😖😖

he only needed the charger you took from him a week ago; you never returned it to him and he needed it. That is the only reason he was even in your room to begin with — he never expected to go looking through your things.

“what did she even need the charger for?” he said to himself , looking around your bed where he knew you charged your things; unsuccessful , he was about to leave when he saw the drawer to your night stand was open. ‘Maybe’ he thought to himself , maybe you put it in there for safekeeping and forgot to give it to him.

He opened the drawer; fully preparing to just take his charger and go — but it was right there , in the open; your pink vibrator. wonbin should've left, he knew shouldn't have picked it up; but he did anyway, his mind going through to so many place. did you use this often? What did you sound like? Have you used it recently?

He could feel his cock twitch in his pants, the visuals of you using it turning him on. he still had the chance to put it down and just go in his room and jerk off; but he couldn't stop himself , turning the toy on , feeling the vibrations through his fingers; moving it through his hands, his eyes closing as he reluctantly moved it to his clothes nipples , gasping as the vibrations went through his body.

moving it along to his body , down his stomach, past his waist to his clothed cock. he moaned out and pressed down harder on his length; it felt so good , he was so deep in his own pleasure , he didn't notice you come in, making your way into the room. “wonbin?”

he almost jumped out of his skin , trying to hide the toy; but it was too late , you saw it. “i-i was looking for my charger I lent you.” you look at his hand , and then back to the boy , eyebrow raised. “that doesn't look like a charger binnie?” you say, walking further into the room. “that looks like my vibrator.” he began to stutter out an apology. “did you like it?” you asked , taking the vibrator from his hand. “h-huh?”

you bring the toy back to his cock; turning it on. “y-y/n.” he moaned. “I asked you a question binnie, did you like using my vibrator on yourself?” you turned up the settings. “y-yes, shit!” he cursed, “i-im gonna cum.” he whimpered , you turned it off. “wh-why?” you smiled. “don't worry baby, you'll get to cum.”

That's how he ended up under you , his cock used beyond his limits; covered a mixture of both your multiple releases; tears streaming down his cheeks as he felt you turn the vibrations back on , placing it back on his sensitive nipples. “why are you crying binnie?” you move the vibrator down his stomach. “didn't you want to cum?” you tease. “so cum for me.” the vein in his forehead prominent as cum shot from his cock , leaking from his cock down to his base , puddling with his past releases.

“fu-fuck wait.” he felt you straddle his waist again. “I can't cum again.” he whimpered. “You can give me one more right?” you tilt your head, he knew he couldn't; but he wasn't thinking with his head; thinking with his cock, he nodded. “fu-fuck yn!” he moaned as you sunk back down on his cock. “Please don't move, I'm gonna cum.” you smirked. “cum then baby , cum as many times as you want.” you rocked your hips back and forth. “Come on , show me how you were about to cum, using my vibrator like a perv.” you moan out, bouncing on his cock. “fu-fuck wonbin.”

he literally felt like he was gonna shoot blanks as you moved the vibrator back to where you were connected; turning the vibrator on the highest level — both of you basically shaking in pleasure. “fuck fuck fuck.” he cursed, “I'm gonna fucking cum!” he sobbed out. “fuck I'm cumming!” he yelled , cumming for the final time, you followed soon after, your body hunching over as you both recovered from your orgasms, he was spent; his cock softening inside you.

“I've never cum so much before.”

©️LUVYENI

[flame-shadow]

A breakdown of my quirrel!nosk comic from last year (original post here) since I like doing breakdowns and talking about my process, and I know at least some people like reading those things. :)

First of all, a little background. I made that comic in an evening with just a pencil, a black marker, two grey markers, and a yellow-orange marker. (All markers had a thick tip and a thin tip, and all were water-based markers, so they don't blend like alcohol markers, but they can still be layered to affect the values) I had a text post from @g0at0ad saved in my drafts that said "gotta say. massive missed opportunity to not have nosk mimic quirrel to lure the knight into its lair." and finally, I had an idea for how to illustrate the reveal and felt I had a decent idea for the nosk's design.

I wanted to follow the same encounter order as the game provides, and by happy coincidence, I realized that the route from first sighting to nosk den includes the hot spring, so it made perfect sense for that location and the real Quirrel to appear in the comic.

Ghost spots a Quirrel-like figure in the darkness in the first panel, and then as the path continues and drops into the hot spring, there's (real) Quirrel, so clearly that's who Ghost saw a minute ago. Yay, friend! And since Quirrel explores around, it's not strange that Ghost would spot him again in an area not so far away, though it's odd how he got ahead of them. Perhaps a different tunnel? And it seems like Quirrel wants to lead the way to something, so Ghost follows, until- That's not Quirrel.

In addition to the potential of a reader already knowing the game's locations and recognizing the path to the nosk's den, there are other visual clues that subtly communicate that something might not be right. I made it so every panel but the hot spring one has black silhouettes encroaching on the space within.

The third panel is the mildest one being encroached upon because Ghost doesn't yet feel like something is off (still reassured from seeing Quirrel in the safe hot spring) but the trap is coming together. The existence of the spider web in the corner is a nod to the trap because it's a common visual symbol for being trapped.

Also note how both the first and third panels have some safety via straight panel edges. Contrasted with the fourth and fifth panels which have no straight edges as Ghost cannot escape and there is no safety.

Another subtle reinforcement of danger vs safety is how the use of black is very limited in the hot spring panel. It's a brighter room mechanically, yes, but it's also a Safe Room. The only black is Ghost's void parts and a thin outline around Quirrel (and also a bit of shading on his arm that I did out of habit before remembering that I wasn't going to use black to shade him here, oops!)

And, note that in the only panel with Real Quirrel, he isn't framed against a darker shape in the background.

Okay, and finally, I will share a bit about the nosk reveal panel and its design...

This pose and angle are dramatic and all, but they're The Worst for showcasing the actual design of the nosk! Just a complete mistake on my part that I did my best to roll with, since I didn't realize until too late how I'd messed myself up.

Which happens! I don't always get it right, and especially when I'm working traditionally, there's a point where I can't go back, so I just have to make do with what I gave myself. :) I don't hate what I have here, but I have been dissatisfied with it ever since I drew the lineart.

A thought I have had since then was that maybe I should've drawn it larger, to be more threatening? Maybe a different pose to show off the side-body frills? I explored a couple ideas below, but honestly, I think the whole panel would have to be reworked to get it right.

Making sure that the background frames the nosk effectively would be one of the main things I'd redo, but I'm getting tired and don't feel like drawing more, so I'll just leave it at the nosk replacement sketches.

And since I don't think I did a good job with displaying the nosk's design effectively, I quickly sketched some of the features to maybe show them off a bit better.

I like the gimmick of the nosk turning its head, so I pretty much always maintain that with my nosk designs. This one is no exception. Quirrel's head and face become the cranium and upper jaw while Monomon's mask becomes the lower jaw - the extra length causes an underbite. I've always been a fan of when people add a veil hanging from Monomon's mask while Quirrel is wearing it, so that's where the frills come from. ("Why didn't you include the veil in your Quirrel drawings, then?" I hear you ask. And honestly..... I don't know! That could've been an oversight or it could've been deliberate and I just don't remember my justification. That happens sometimes XD)

Anyway uhhh yeah! I think that's it. I like making comics. I like thinking about nosk. Tadaa~

[aimasup]

Spoilers for The March 2024 Welcome Home Update, LONG post warning:

The Eddie Scene

Let's establish two realities: The Neighbourhood (theirs) and The Show (the humans').

(The third is ours, here, actually real, no black gunk and Welcome Home is just a really cool fictional horror project. Irrelevant, just wanted to bring us down to earth)

I like to believe it's an unaware Wreck-It-Ralph situation: The Neighbourhood exists as The Show because that's how they live and what they were created for.

They have a happy home in the commercials and episodes, interviews with humans and playfully leaning on the fourth wall (via Narrator). And when Playfellow Workshop had a really good influential show, they quite literally brought these puppets to life, perhaps too much.

That's where the trouble comes in; we don't know if the puppets being sentient was ever revealed to the public, or what the black rot even is yet. Personally I can't really even guess how much the other puppets know at the moment, not even Home. All we know is that Wally was the first to 'wake up', likely.

So I'm just gonna say what I think about the Eddie segment at the end of the commercial compilation from his perspective alone (bravo to the voice actors and artists my god).

The Neighbourhood...

The Show.

Here's what I assume: both in the Neighbourhood and The Show, Eddie is being given a break from working so hard. Because I believe the script/special was supposed to end here:

Eddie Dear was happy.

[calm jazz music as the title card fades in] And a Happy Homewarming to one and all! Ho Ho Ho!!

End.

Because it makes no sense why The Show staff would spend extra resources to give the puppet Not Quirky Anxiety and end their Christmas special on a worrying note for general audiences.

I think The Show staff wrapped up that scene and left to go check on the rest of the set or something, and the Eddie puppet was left there, alone in Wally's room set because its job is done. Except it isn't, and Eddie became aware somehow.

He sees Home, his friend, and something isn't right

I don't know what this is: my first thought was that it was Home's hand crank, and Eddie was seeing but not understanding the puppets behind the scenes

"Sources say, however, that this puppet’s (Home's) eyes could move through a hand crank on the other side of the prop facing away from the camera."

-(welcomehomerestorationproject.net)

His friend's eyes look dead but they're moving, I thought. But looking at it again, it looks more like a microphone stand a Show staff is holding? Some sort of set equipment. Speaking of the set

Wally's room is too big and leads to nowhere. Is this a visual representation for Eddie's mental state? Did they literally turn the lights off on set? Or can he not see everything right now because his poor fictional brain can't handle our reality just yet?

His hands are fuzzy but there's something in them. Something was under his skin just now. They don't feel like his hands.

"Eddie was a live-hand puppet who required two puppeteers to operate."

-(welcomehomerestorationproject.net)

I imagine he's in a limbo of awareness, he's seeing so many things and not quite understanding what they are, and he's getting more lost and panicked

Can you imagine how overstimulating it must be to go from a clean, happy children's fantasy reality to a world with the laws of physics?

The clock's ticking doesn't quiet down and it's constant. He's sweating when nothing is wrong (?). Gravy was poured on the tree ornament, he's always helped do that, but now it's dripping onto the floor and it's making a gross mess. Little things like that don't have consequences unless the script calls for it. Eddie doesn't know that, and especially he's freaked out by the breathing and the heartbeat.

Maybe it's Home's, or his own, or both, idk.

What's curious is that Frank and Sally are fine and talking about the day's events. This means that Eddie should've been fine after the episode too, relaxed like normal, but he didn't get to. He probably didn't even know when they got there or when Sally left.

This image right here? I think it symbolises the scary clash between both realities by now.

2 (Eddie and Wally) or 4 (counting Sally and Home) out of 9 neighbours being aware is too many. Frank wasn't supposed to have to comfort Eddie. The episode was supposed to end and Eddie can see all of it.

(and yeah maybe romance is an additional factor here)

We don't know if people remember seeing this scene on their televisions. Maybe the episode ended as normal for them. The cameras weren't rolling, so currently, we only get to witness the puppets' descent into decay because someone behind the television is Letting The Neighbourhood In, bit by bit.

Maybe we'll get to see all the other puppets go through the same awareness crisis as the website keeps updating. Personally, I don't think there's an ulterior motive for Home, nor do I think any of the puppets are under strict supervision to behave a certain way for filming episodes, like celebrities.

What freaks me out is that they banter with the narrator and do commercials for real products. They're aware of the fourth wall but only because the fourth wall let them be aware. And it even got me thinking about the nature of existing as a concept (they're fictional characters. they don't really exist? Not in the same way individual humans do anyway. They aren't really supposed to belong to themselves.)

Sorry this turned into ramble rubbish, these are just my thoughts, could be entirely wrong about everything. Welcome Home is just super neat and the amount of effort gone into it shows. Lemme know what yall think, kudos if you read this far

For your troubles 🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍯🥛🍵☕🍶

Extra note: I don't think they require the puppeteers to function outside of episodes either. They just live their lives chilling, don't even know there's a Show. Maybe there's an explanation but for now I'm content with 'it's magic'.

That being said I've seen other theories about the peas and the isolation of Eddie specifically those are real neat

[cyxnidx]

EXPRESSIONS !

characters: soap, horangi, keegan

content: semi-fluffy x smutty, a little bit of passive aggression in keegans and maybe horangi?

a/n: love the idea of a stoic reader with expressive partners omfg. this took wayy longer than it probably should've.

JOHN 'SOAP' MCTAVISH

strangely enough, he adores the fact that you're quite stoic in the face.

he actually prefers it.

when talking to you casually and he says something that catches you so off guard you make a visible expression? he gets so giddy.

you blink, haulting in action as you stare at the man in front of you, a stupid grin across his face. which, in contrast to your visually concerned expression, is odd to see. though, in his eyes, this is like getting a little kid that was too shy to even look at him moments ago to become a giggling mess - he feels accomplished.

he makes it a personal goal to get you to laugh at least once, every day.

especially since it seems like he's the only man alive to actually get a laugh out of you.

you look around, quiet and confused on why everyone was laughing at a joke one of the soldiers had said moments ago. though, when you look at soap, he makes a face. a face you recognize, and a face you find quite childish - almost like something an adult would make to a child. but, in contrast to the classic joke that was slid earlier, you begin to giggle at the funny face. "jeez, mctavish. tell me, what's ya' trick for gettin' the lil lady to laugh?" a voice asks.

soap can't help but laugh, nearly boasting about how you receive his odd actions as entertainment.

though, he still has no real idea of why exactly you let em do it.

now sexually? oh boy.

as stoic as you are, you're just as, if not more quiet. so when he gets the chance? he pushes every button possible.

sometimes it's like a primal need - to hear you is a gift. a moan, a small curse, whimper, uneven breathing. anything.

soap thrusts with precision, hands on your waist as he watches your expression closely. he knows your enjoying it, he can feel it. but that's not exactly what he's looking for. and almost like clockwork, he hears a whimper. something small, something most would push off and forget about - but not him. that? that was a door of opportunity for him. getting back to position, he thrusts in that same area, arousal growing when he hears your whimpers and groans turn into full fledged moans and pleas of pleasure. "that's right, lemme hear you, pretty. l'me hear your pretty little noises, yeah? doin' so good f'me."

HORANGI

he finds it odd at first. he never really got to explore it much, he never thought to.

somehow overlooked it?

"i didn't notice how.. stoic, you were." he mentions, completely randomly. you blink, tilting your head, hinting confusion. "what do you mean?" "you don't express much in the face, y'know?" you hum, continuing back to your previous task. "how did you not notice?" horangi shrugs. "i've never cared to look so closely."

after that, he pays more attention to your stoicism.

not only does it notice it's a bit creepy, but almost challenging.

"what's it gonna take to get an expression outta you?" he questions, placing a finger on your forehead. and as he looks at you, he notices your eyes drop a bit lower than normal, eyebrows a little too relaxed compared to what he's used to and he backs up a step or two. the glare you give him is unsettling, and if looks could kill? he'd be dead. "damn, baby, is that how you look at your enemies before killin' em?" you only roll your eyes. "and that's the last time you'll see me willingly give express myself physically."

to get you to express something is a bit difficult for him.

except for you glaring at him like he slapped a close family member.

but then, of course, what if your expressions weren't exactly voluntary?

and that's how he found yourself between your legs, watching as every move he made evicted an expression.

"why, there we are.." he smirks, licking his lips from the orgasm he just brought you to. "you sound so pretty moaning, baby." he kisses you, "n' you look even prettier coming on my face." you look down at him, still sighing heavily from your high. "suck a dick." "that's no way to thank me, but alright.."

KEEGAN

he understands it, to an extent. he made an effort to be close friends with you before asking you out.

he likes to annoy you, a lot.

just to see you get a little irritated, to see the rather dull look in your eyes light up a bit. even if it is with a little fire.

"keegan, can you please get the fuck on." you warn, tired of his constant teasing. though, he stops for a moment and pouts. "you mad at me, baby?" "no, i'm fucking ecstatic." you say sarcastically. "oh, come on. nothings wrong with a little friendly fire." "everything is wrong with friendly fire right now."

he's literally like a little ball of curiosity when it comes to you.

he craves more - more knowledge, more experience.

sometimes he just does dumb shit. why? no reason.

creeping up behind you, keegan pinches at your arm, eyes full of curiosity when he watches you jump slightly and turn to look at him. "what the fuck." you say flatly. "i love you," he says with a goofy ass smile.

he likes to see watch and see how you always seem to try to hold yourself together sexually.

it literally seems like every time he's mildly teasing you, it's like you want more but holding yourself back.

you sigh, resting your head against the cupboard behind you. keegan has you sitting on a counter in the kitchen, and seconds ago his lips and hands were all over you. until he stopped. "what is it, baby?" he questions, looking at you knowingly. you chuckle, mildly annoyed. "nothing, you fuck."

he loves to get a rise out of you, especially sexually. he soaks in every expression and little noise that escapes your pretty lips.

fingers up your cunt, keegan finds himself grinning as he watches your hips grind in synchronicity with his fingers while your usual neutral expression is now contorted with pleasure and desire. though, that feeling is stopped when he removes his fingers from your cunt before licking your juices off his fingers greedily. only to be met with one of your burning gazes. "what is it? somethin' you wanna tell me?" he tempts, watching you frown at the lack of pleasure now.

[kechiwrites]

This is previous ghost anon can I request ghost being mean (in horny way) to reader 👉🏾👈🏾

you absolutely can babes, more ghost x medic!reader because they bring out the bitch in each other.

wc: 1k

cw: pussy spanking, dirty talk, mean ghost, degradation, teasing, brat taming (naturally), edging, overstimulation, maybe one day i'll write them being cute w/ each other...mdni

It is near impossible to not wrench off the bed when his palm makes contact with the already puffy flesh of your cunt. It is impossible, however, to stop yourself from helplessly wailing when he does it again.

"Shut up." His voice is quiet and thick in his throat, like he wants to say more, wants to push you further. And dear God, how could the two of you go further when your hands are tied behind your back while your not-boyfriend slaps your clit with his calloused hand.

"I fucking can't, Simon. Maybe you should stop fucking slapping me?" You hiss, your chest and throat burn with exertion and you wriggle against the binding around your wrist. It's been two hours of this, of Simon trying to force an apology out of you by taking you as close to the edge as he can manage before backing off when your hips start to twitch and your breath stutters. Two hours of his thumb grinding against your clit and his digits curving against your insides and his knees pinning your legs open so he can see you drip onto your mattress, all while he whispers a filthy gospel into your ears. Psalms and passages about the way your body shakes, the feel of your tongue on his cock, how wonderful you look when you come and how badly he wished he could see it, if only you could be a good girl.

The hand not actively engaged with edging you sits just under your chin, not quite squeezing your throat, because according to Simon; "you haven't earned it yet".

"You know what I need to hear to get this to stop. You want to come, you want me to give your cunt a break? You say you're sorry. Simple as."

You try to breath through the sensation when he starts fucking you again, when he forces you to watch, but it's not working. He mouths at the curve of one of your tit and drags the blunt edge of his teeth over your nipple. When you try to jerk away the asshole rolls his eyes, like you desperately trying to keep your mind from shattering like glass is a nuisance to him. And maybe it is. Maybe he's expected somewhere and he thought you'd break much easier. Maybe after this is done he'll have to will his dick to settle down while he runs off smelling like you, your sweat on his tongue and your slick on his hands.

The visual is not enough for you to give in though.

Not a fucking chance.

"Respectfully, Lieutenant? I fucking hate your ass." You huff, letting your head fall back.

"Jesus, you are stupid." He scoffs, spanking you again, and the sting makes you clench down on nothing. Simon's hand forgoes your sex entirely, rubbing small circles into the fat of your thigh, and after hours of direct contact the light touches are somehow worse.

"Are your wrists getting tired? We can take a break if this is too much for you?" You goad him, because it’s almost automatic at this point. You can’t help yourself.

"I should've gagged you." He groans.

"Then how would you h-have gotten your apology, genius?" Your voice is strawberry sweet, just to annoy him that tiniest bit more.

He stops rubbing your thigh at that, and you know you got him, at least here. The consternation in his eyes chokes a laugh out of you.

"I should've known this shit wouldn't work on you. You were made for this weren't you? Next time i'll just choke you on my dick, right there, in front of everyone." The hand around your throat tightens just as three of Simon's fingers slide back into the clutch of your pussy. He’s mad now, again, and it’s hard not to be happy about it. The sound of how wet you are echoes in your head while he fucks you full, the tips if his fingers dragging against your walls, nudging at the spongy bit inside you that pulls tears from your eyes. Your heartbeat ratchets up, pounding in your chest in time with Simon's hand.

"C'mon then. You want to come. Do it. I won't stop you, it's all your little brain can handle anyway."

Which is stupid and untrue. You're a doctor for Christ sake, but it makes your climax burn hot in your abdomen when he talks to you like that, when he talks down to you. It's probably why you rile him up so bad, why you embarrassed him in front of the rest of 141, called him 'cuddle-bear' where you knew everyone would hear it.

"I'm fucking speaking," the hand around your throat slaps not-so-lightly against your cheek, encouraging you to meet Simon's gaze. He looms above you, his still-clothed body blocking out the dimmed light of your room. "If you only act this way to get me to fuck you, maybe I'll keep you on my cock permanently. Strap you down here and visit you every night. They'll find another medic. You've got more important things to do, yes?"

You bob your head along mindlessly while you clench down on his fingers, your whole body shivering as he forces an orgasm out of you. It hits like a freight train after hours of being so close, your legs jerk, trying to close but Simon keeps you exposed, fingering you through the height of it. His hand tightens around your neck until your ears are ringing, making it impossible to force a breath out of your mouth. It feels like your brain is on fire, your lips parting to choke on his name.

He finally lets go, and you gulp large lungfuls of air, even with his fingers still inside you.

"Good?" He peers down at you and you wish you could rip his mask off his face, find some way to disrupt the smugness in his eyes, his tone.

"Yeah." You rasp, if only to get him to stop staring at your sweat slick chest and fucked out expression.

"Good." He murmurs, pushing your knees apart. He flexes his fingers inside you and pushes down on your abdomen with his free hand. "Try to be a little louder on the next one, I don't think the men's barracks heard you." A fourth finger slides into your cunt, stretching you wide while he pinches the hood of your clit. You choke on your own spit.

Apparently he has nowhere to be.

fingering is so underrated imo. requests are open, support content creators and city girls, reblog! part 4 here!

[pain-is-too-tired]

You know what, should've done this last month,but heck I'm combining stuff for this month as well so-

Queer and Disabilitiy hcs for PJO characters

(I'll be mostly mentioning physical disabilities, but pretty much all characters are adhd and dyslexic(and ptsd) and will probably add lot as autistic so gdgd.)

Percy

I havnt really thought much on his Sexuality and such, maybe Bi?

Think he at least suffers from some form of asthma/ breathing related disability due to Tarturus. Drinking fire can not be good for your throat,definitely sleep apnea. Maybe back/ muscle problems from strain of holding up the sky? Not sure what that might do to someone tbh hdgd

Annabeth

Same as Percy pretty much, don't think much on her Sexuality and identity before and the same experience in Tarturus and the Sky holding stuff.

Think she also has some what of a permanent injury with her ankle/leg. At least enough to effect how she walks and such.

Also. Autistic, maybe ocd?

Rachel Elizabeth Dare

Aroace. I stand by that.

Also, her visions I feel like could be enough to be considered a disability. Maybe similar to Epilepsy? Since it can happen randomly and she collapses from it and all that. Like yeah it's part of her job description, but still hard to find a human job with that I feel.

Piper

Queer/Unlabeled, pretty much canon.

Leo

Demiromantic Graysexual

Probably some muscle issues and such post death? Or something like Fibromyalgia or Neuropathy

Autistic

Jason

Apagender(Gender Apathetic, just think he really don't care too much on how he's perceived gender wise-) Nebularomanic and Pansexual. Constant confused feeling of "do I like them or are we just really close friends-" feels fitting to him. Gdgdf

Also, canonically needs glasses. I feel probably partly due to getting hit in the head so often fgdf

(Also I could see him with visual snow/ static)

Maybe heart problems related to the use of electricity effecting his body? Like POTS or something hdgd

Also. Autism.

Nico

Gay(canon)

Similar lung problems as Percy and Annabeth cause Tarturus. Probably more issues related to being in a death coma in a jar. When he shadow travels/uses his powers too much he passes out cause of low electrolytes and blood sugar(cue Gatorade and Kitkats)

(most demigod abilities uses your electrolytes and sugar/carbs but powerful ones like shadow traveling where your form literally shifts uses more. In this essay I will-)

Also. ✨️Tism✨️

Will

Bi(canon)

I do love the hard at hearing hcs ngl hdgdf

After tsats,probably has same lung issues.

When using his healing also feel he uses a lot of his own needed electrolytes/vitamins and such which can give him a deficiency depending on how often he's doing it

Also Tism

Kayla

Aroace(I can not explain why if feel this fits but I do)

Type 1 Diabetes. Uses Insulin pump, Will has to stay on her case about keeping up with it fsgdg

Lee

He/They

Panromantic Graysexual

For the short time after, had complications from an injury from the Drakon fight.

Michael

Demi

Tism(especially sensory issues with sounds)

Jake

Queer(canon? We know he came out but nothing else. So you know what? I give him Queer label cause I can and feel like it'd fit him.)

Honestly probably so many problems from injuries. My man was in a full body cast guys.

Tbh, feel like all the Hephaestus cabin is Autistic. Feel in my bones.

[goth-mami-writer]

💙Reserve💙

♡

~💙The final part💙~

♡

~(Au) Leon Kennedy × f!Reader work.

♡

~(Find parts one and two here 💙)

💙 @antagonize-me-motherfucker 💙

⚠️(Smut warning, 18+)⚠️

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《 “Well, darlin’, you got anybody on your to-do list this weekend?” Leon's partner asked vulgarly under the guise of a joke, but Leon knew he wasn't kidding as you all waited for the chief to interview you about the case in the tiny interrogation room. He tried not to laugh, though he knew you were unafraid of hurting someone's ego.

Especially a man's.

You'd seen this one in particular in the club several times. He asked for a lot with only crumbs to pay for it and the memory of his stingy pockets made you giggle beneath your breath. Leon hoped you wouldn't antagonize his partner too hard. But now he watched as you made a show of the cherry lollipop that hung from your lips and your high heels propped up on the corner of the table.

Leon's colleague watched in sultry awe as you dragged the sucker across your tongue, only to quickly place the sugary center on the loop of his tie, breaking his daydream. You giggled evilly as it stuck to the fabric now, hanging away from his shirt by the candy. The man sighed after being torn from his visual tease, seeing his now ruined tie, and you answered his question,

“Yeah, probably your little wife.. Hope you got a good lawyer, big boy. She might fall in love with me after I make her eyes roll back.”

Before Leon could laugh at his coworker's annoyed face, the Chief rushed in the door with an urgent, hurrying presence and a face that spoke of trouble.

“We got a call. You need to get her home.” He said to Leon, out of breath in the adrenaline of finally cornering this perp across state lines after a call to their tipline.

Leon and his co-worker stood to get you out of the room but you felt Leon's hand guiding you down the stairway. It was silence between you two amid the sounds of running feet that stomped and trotted to get to the police cruisers. You felt Leon sharing their energy now as he slammed the door to put you in the car and rush you home.

You felt that this might be one of the last times you sat in his uncomfortable silence when he put the car in reverse to speed you downtown, trying to evade traffic.

You wanted to cherish it somehow.

Leon felt that he had to say something. He knew this tension was coming from the fear of what came after this case was complete. Which felt like tonight. He gripped the steering wheel harder and said with his stomach hollowing in the thought of being without you.

“You know….I plan on coming to see you. Maybe at the club sometime.”

You rolled your eyes to that comment that felt more dishonest than anything. After days and days of kissing him, piecing him back together after so much of himself given to this job- your only way of seeing him now was through monetary gain being half naked. You felt cheated.

“Yeah-” you mentioned sarcastically in your silent heartbreak, “-Maybe I'll see you at your bachelor's party or something. We'll have a ball.”

Leon sighed realizing that he should've chosen his words better once again,

“Don't be like that. You know that I'll want to see you ag-”

“You ever show your face in my club Leon Kennedy, I'll be the next one you hunt down.” You said short and spiteful as his tires met the paved driveway. You slammed his car door with hurt in your eyes as you approached the front door. He called your name, standing from the driver's seat to fix this and you shook your head to tell him you'd be waiting at the doorstep for him to return.

With your bags packed and your heart broken.

This case should've been freeing you. You were safe now that someone dangerous was off the streets. But the thought of being away from Leon felt like a trap you were trying so careful not to find yourself tripping into.

In the hours that he was gone, you packed your things into your large suitcase. Platform heels tucked away, money that had gotten lost in one of your bras stuffed in the pockets and makeup bags that you only needed for work now. You didn't even wear makeup around him anymore. He didn't want you to.

You made your way into his large walk-in closet to retrieve some of the dresses from their garment bag you couldn't fit in the guest room and you found his wide rack of dress shirts. Never thinking you would do this for a man ever.. you pulled one into your nose as you knew his cologne always lingered no matter how many times he dry cleaned them.

Your eyes watered to the soft, lingering scent of him upon the collar of the cotton thread you loved to lie your head on at night but the door downstairs opened suddenly. Quickly you wiped the tears from your eyes and hurried out of his closet.

You were at the top of his stairs when you found him removing his leather gun sling from his back, clearly wounded and moving carefully in pain. He turned to see you, having a small cut right at the top of his cheek lined in fresh blood and you gasped softly.

“That description-” He said stuttering from exhaustion and adrenaline all flooding his veins at once as he spoke somewhat tiredly triumphant,

“The one you gave us the first night was the only thing that helped us find him. He put up a hell of a fight but we got him..”

You raced down to make sure he wasn't bleeding anywhere else but he told you to stay up there. He climbed the steps, taking off his tie with an exasperated tug as he clearly moved out of breath and he saw your large suitcase already packed.

He swallowed heavily with a gulp but you moved your sleeve up to try and blot away the fresh blood away from his knicked face. He winced softly as you tried to treat him,

“I'm glad you're already packed.”

“Yeah- well. I know I've gotta go.” You mentioned hollowly as you wiped his cheek.

He looked down to you, knowing all this adrenaline and chase in his blood was making him crazy. But he had one thing on his mind now that he had no perp on the street ready to take you away from him. His eyes glanced down to your lips and he said quietly with a groggy warmth in his tone,

“Well, it'll make things easier to move your stuff into my room.”

You felt stopped by those words, wondering what he really meant but you suddenly gained clarity when he pushed you back against the wall. You were silly for ever thinking he'd let you return to life without him. His lips moved to your mouth with a hurried need and you gave yourself to his kiss without an ounce of hesitation.

Softly your fingers tussled into his hair, but your heart rate tripled in speed when he hoisted you up to wrap your long legs around him during the kiss that never slowed, only grew in passion. You felt fire this time when he kissed you so needful and deep. It wasn't like the times previous where you felt his mouth pecking soft to test the waters- this was yearnful.

His hips pressed into yours, giving that sweet pressure between your legs and your eyes rolled back as you were still joined to his lips. The only word you could muster before you felt his hand reaching up your skirt, moving your thin string underwear aside was merely,

“Leon..!”

You choked on a moan that nearly embarrassed you from the volume and desperation but you quickly recovered as he wrapped your arms around him, bracing you for what was next. You felt only one of his hands lowering down, unfastening his belt as his breath grew choppy when he kissed your neck and you gasped loudly in lust to feel him pressing himself inside of you.

His grip around you tightened, pulling you closer by your waist then also the back of your neck as he moved his hips now. Your legs fell limp, but your ankles stayed locked behind him loosely. Gently they shook now from the pleasure of realizing what you'd been missing.

He rested his forehead against yours, reminding you of the first time you kissed him and he said breathlessly in a mutter as he fucked you,

“You gonna stay here and be mine for a while?”

“....A while?” You asked with your mouth agape and practically sharing his breath,

“You think I'm going somewhere?.....After this?”

Men paid you to touch them. It was your gospel. But Leon Kennedy, he'd have to pay you to leave him. You smiled with him as you both heaved for air against the wall with your eyes widening to the feeling finally giving in. 》

[mrdixon]

A Rugged Muse | Chapter 1

pairing: eventual daryl dixon x f!reader

wc: 3.1k

warnings: swearing, violence, slight depiction of gore, vomiting

summary: reader has a shit day. basically the day of the outbreak.

A/N: FIRST CHAPTER WOOOO i am clearly not an art major…. im in the different arts. so apologies to you visual artists im going off from my lack of knowledge from my hobby lol. i really hope you guys enjoy this series because i am EXCITED to write it.

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“Fuck,” you groaned, slamming your forehead onto the desk in front of you. A few heads turned to look at you in the library, you cursed under your breath and looked up again after a moment. Adjusting the glasses askew on your face before looking at the paper on the desk. The paper before you was worn with erased pencil marks, slightly wrinkled. Art block was the worst, you’d rather be ten feet under than stuck with art block.

You sighed, it’s been months since your last project and even that was a fail. It didn't help that you only worked at a fucking minimum wage job, maybe you should've listened to your parents and became a doctor or something. It wasn't like it was always like this, no… art school was a breeze. You had hosted real galleries where people came to see your art, and now look at you. Moping around in a library, desperately trying to find something to draw.

After tapping your pencil against the table which by the way, earned many dirty looks, you scooted closer to the table. Picking up your old sketchbook and frantically flipping through it to find…. so many god damn drawings of, him. Your god forsaken ex boyfriend, but he was gorgeous.

You met him ironically enough in art class, way back in high school. He was there by choice, you were not. Yet everything about him was just so captivating that you couldn't help but not switch out of the class, thank god you didn't. You enjoyed the class more than you expected, painting being one of your favourite forms of art, oils being your preferred medium. You painted and sketched every moment of the day, not putting down that brush for one second. Your ex boyfriend was your inspiration, every detail on that stupid face was engraved in your mind like a marble statue. His beautiful plump lips and the beauty marks that scattered over his face being two of your favourite features.

Art was everything to you, and so was he. He was all you drew, he made life seem prettier and happier. But then he dumped you for some random chick he met in a bar, that was six months ago.

Since then you've had no motivation and no inspiration for your projects. Flowers no longer had their charm, abstracts looked dumb to you again, oils looked muddy. Nothing worked.

You picked up your pencil and started at the paper again, pushing your glasses up before hesitantly sketching out lines. Your mind wandered back to him, you still couldn’t believe it. After years of being together he’d just leave like that? Those years of pure, innocent love where you’d make breakfast with him, take baths together, even paint each other for fun. Date nights that were full of giggles and messily painting on each others skin, his fingertips grazing over your eyelids and nose as he sculpted you out of clay. He threw that all away for a woman he’s known for one night.

Your pencil moved furiously against the paper, scarring it like he scarred you. When you looked back down at it you noticed it was him, those hostile eyes from that night staring right through you. Those words of heartbreak echoing through your mind, words that came from lips that used to kiss you every morning. You huffed angrily, no matter how much you hated him, he always came back. He was always in your mind, plaguing your thoughts like venom. Slamming your pencil down you stood up, ripping the paper furiously.

Now there were whispers, people looked at you weirdly. After remembering your place in the world, you picked up your things and packed up quickly, aching to get back home to your bed. While in your haste, you dropped something. You already were in an irritable mood so you took a deep breath before causing a scene over a dropped item, crouching down to pick up just to notice it was the painting knife he had gifted you months before you broke up. The words ”To the love of my life…” engraved on it. After shoving the painting knife back into your bag angrily you quickly got back on your feet and headed towards the door, not before throwing half your sketches into the bin. As if you couldn’t get any more frustrated, someone bumped into you which caused you to whip around. Though no words came out of your mouth as you took in the sight of the person.

They were sickly pale, sweating profusely and trembling. Their eyes were bloodshot, matching the… bite wound on their forearm? They shook looking at you, mumbling a meek apology and pushing their sleeve down over their arm before walking away. Weird. Anyway.

You turned back around, must be some weird prank or something. Whatever, you were extremely tired and needed to get back to your apartment asap. As you left the library the humid August air hit you like a truck, not helping your heated mood at all. Grumbling to yourself you tried not to let it affect you, instead pushing your hair behind your shoulders, what a convenient day to forget your hair tie. Nothing was going your way, it was like the world was against you. A scream broke your thoughts, it came from somewhere ahead of you. Great, someone probably got mugged and now you were next. Just another thing to keep you moody.

A woman turned the corner, running towards you. You braced yourself for the mugging but to your surprise, it never came. The woman’s face was drained, it was as if she saw a ghost. She didn’t stop running, she was terrified and stuff was falling out of her purse but she didn’t even bother to pick them up. You watched as she ran past you without batting as eye, what is going on today? Shrugging, you picked up the stuff she dropped, finders keepers. Gum, tissues, tampons, condoms, and… her wallet. You almost jumped in joy, you could really use the money right now.

Finally out of your mood you practically skipped down the street, looking through the wallet and counting the cash. $10… $28… $48… $130… $135— oh wait that’s a Canadian $5 what the fuck— $140. One hundred forty fucking dollars in cash, that woman must’ve been loaded to carry this much cash. Well, now you carried it.

Another scream broke your daze, but this time it was closer. You looked up and saw another terrified woman running towards you, this time knocking into you which caused you to crash onto the floor, the cash scattering across the pavement. Back in your mood.

“What the fuck is your problem!?” You yelled, watching the woman continue running and not even look back. Is there a goddamn marathon you didn’t know about or what? You fiercely picked up the scattered cash, shoving them into your bag immediately before crossing your arms and continuing your walk back to your apartment. Fixing your glasses you saw a man get tackled to the ground by another man a street in front of you, was this happening to everyone???

Much to your horror you watched as the man on top mauled into the other’s neck, tearing through the skin and splattering blood everywhere. You froze, feeling your blood run cold at the sight. You watched as the man kept eating away at the now, dead person. The man’s head turned slightly to grab at more of the bloodied flesh, you now noticing the cloudy eyes and gray skin. This man was already dead, so how was he…

You snapped out of it, turning the other way to avoid whatever was happening. This had to be a sick joke. Your heart was beating in your ears, weaving through the back lanes to find a different path to your home. Hair stood at the back of your neck as your senses were now alert, if whatever that was is real, you had to be way more careful. It was quiet in the alley, calm. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Stopping for a second to catch your breath and recollect your thoughts, bending over slightly and placing your hands on your knees.

“Jesus christ,” you muttered. You couldn’t get the visual out of your head, that man was murdered right in front of you. His eyes bulging out of his head when he couldn’t even scream for help, that… monster ripping his throat out and devouring him in broad daylight. You shook your head, running your fingers through your hair frantically as you tried to rid your brain of that image.

A low groaning filled your ears and before you could register it you were falling to the ground, a grunt escaping you as you quickly turned onto your back. One of those things were falling over you, your quick reflexes holding them up by their shoulders. You got a clear view of what they looked like, their eyes were clouded over, veins more visible under their pale skin, their lips and chin dribbling with blood. You grimaced, trying to scream but nothing came out, nothing but a flow of air. They were strong, jaw snapping closer and closer to you. If you didn’t do anything now you’d end up like that guy on that street. No fucking way you were going to die like that.

Struggling a little, you lifted your legs under them and kicked from their stomach. Throwing the thing off of you, grunting you scrambled to your feet. The thing quickly following, their leg twisted as they got up from the position you flung them in. Surely it would’ve hurt if it were you, but unlike you, they weren’t living. You opened your bag and shoved your hand in, cursing yourself in your head for shoving everything in there. You held out your other arm protectively while stepping backwards from the thing. The hand in your bag searched wildly for something to defend yourself with, something to kill with. Could you even kill them?

Your back hit the wall, panic filling your body as the thing got closer. Before it could get any closer you tucked your forearm under their chin to hold them back, a loud cry escaping you as you fought to hold them back. When you were starting to give up, the hand in your bag finally found something metal. Ripping it out you immediately swung at it with the item, sinking it into their head which was surprisingly easy. Adrenaline probably. The thing fell to the ground, dead again.

You let out a heavy sigh, sliding down the wall. You looked down at your hands, bloodied with what you could only hope wasn’t your own blood. You were shaking profusely, your breathing uneven. You closed your eyes, trying to steady your breathing as you pressed your knees to your chest, the heel of your palm placed on your forehead. You stayed like this for a moment, you don’t know how long. But once you were ready you let out one last shaky breath before opening your eyes again, and glancing down at the thing on the ground in front of you.

You almost laughed as you realized you used the painting knife to end the thing, but you didn’t. You silently reached over and pulled it out, swallowing as it made a gross squelch sound. Looking down at your painting knife which was now covered in its blood, you wiped it off on their shirt. Taking a closer look at the body and noticing a bite mark on their shoulder, much like the person in the library. Your lip quivered as you imagined what had happened to them, what might’ve happened to you if you stayed. There was a low pit in your stomach as you stood up, your mouth suddenly filling with saliva before hunching over and vomiting. Your eyes filled with tears just realizing how close to death you were, throwing up your lunch.

You coughed, wiping your mouth on your sleeve before shoving the painting knife back into your bag. You had to get home, now. Your feet moved quickly, not stopping for even a second. There were barely anyone on the streets and you wondered if your home was even safe. Stop, your feet stopped. Don’t think like that. With a heavy breath you took off again, walking even faster towards your apartment building. Please, please, please….

You jolted suddenly as your phone started ringing, you grabbed it but didn’t stop walking. Answering without even checking the caller ID.

“Hello?” You said almost too quietly, still shaken up from your encounter with the thing.

“(Y/N)?? (Y/N), are you okay!?” The anxious voice yelled, it was your older brother, Glenn. You almost cried in happiness, walking even faster now.

“Yes Glenn, yes I’m fine…” you mumbled into the phone, breathing a sigh of relief that your brother was alive. “What is going on?”

“God, I don’t know. All I know is people are dying and coming back to life and eating each other and dying and coming back to—”

“Yeah, yeah I get it!” you cut him off, “I almost—” you stopped, deciding not to tell him about your fight. He was anxious enough, he always was but you didn’t want to worry him even more.

“Almost what?? You didn’t get bit did you!?” He yelled which caused you to pull your phone away from your ear in discomfort.

“No I didn’t, stop yelling.” You replied irritated, you heard him sigh on the other end. Hearing distant voices in the background. “Where are you?”

“I was at work when I saw everything go down, I drove back to the pizza place immediately.” He said more calmer, “but we’re gonna move out soon.”

You furrowed your brows in confusion, “wait why? Isn’t it safe there? Why not wait for help?”

“You didn’t hear? I thought you were always on your phone,” you scoffed in annoyance at his probe. “They’re setting up camps, courtesy of the military I think.”

You chest filled with hope, you were going to be safe. “Oh thank god, okay wait I’m going back to my place to grab some things. Where is the camp?”

When Glenn responded his end was filled with feedback, static. “It’s gonna. Arou— Ta—”

“Glenn?? You’re… you’re cutting off.” You said nervously, nearing your apartment.

“A— Yo— I’m—” And the call failed.

Dread filled your body once again, now you really were going to cry. You shakily walked through the apartment building, keeping guard for potential things around. Opting for the stairs, you walked swiftly up them. Out of breath by the time you reached your room, fortunately there was nothing to stop you.

Once you got in you immediately dropped everything, locking the door and collapsing to the floor. Tears filled your eyes once more and you let some of them escape and trickle down your cheeks, you were scared. Scared of those things roaming around, they could kill, you’ve seen it. You removed your glasses momentarily to wipe your face. You shook your head you took a deep breath and stood up, you had to pack and leave immediately. You didn’t know where you were going but you had to leave, you had to find Glenn.

Putting your glasses back on, you crawled over and rummaged through your closet carelessly, trying to find a backpack that was big enough to carry all your necessities. Your apartment was already a mess so you didn’t bother being slow and careful right now, which might have been a bad idea as you snagged your finger on a stray box cutter.

“Shit,” you muttered while pulling your hand back, a cut dragged along your index finger. You rushed over to the sink, washing it quickly before throwing a bandage over the cut. While doing so you heard a police siren drive by, the sound dying off as it drove farther and farther away. You sighed before returning to the closet, grabbing a big enough backpack and shoving as much clothes you could get while also leaving room for extra things.

You stood up and looked around your small apartment, your bed looked so inviting. You were exhausted beyond help, your body aching with the need to rest. I shouldn’t. You thought and continued scrambling for items to take with you, the amount of scattered pages of sketches filled the space that was your floor. Your heart broke at the thought of leaving your things behind but you knew it’d be useless to take with you, but you couldn’t take nothing.

You grabbed a few pencils and brushes, along with a small paint palette and placed them carefully into your bag, an empty sketchbook joining them. While searching you opened your desk drawer, three daggers which you made in a welding class a couple years ago. They were sturdy and well sharp enough, thank god you were good at making things. You took them and put them into a sheath to prevent stabbing yourself. You grabbed a few more things like a lighter, some bandaids, and batteries. You frowned at the lack of supplies you had on hand, but you tried to convince yourself that you’d be taken care of at the camps.

You moved over to your small kitchen and grabbed a water bottle which you filled, also grabbing a couple snacks that would keep you full for a few days at best. You heard a few distant screams outside, some screams of pain which caused you to wince. The sudden thought of living in an apocalypse dawned over you, a feeling of dread rushing through you. You couldn’t shake the feeling off but you chose to ignore it. You did not want to go into a panic right now, you had to have a clear and positive mind if you wanted to live.

You pulled your bag over your shoulders and walked over to your mirror to take a look at yourself, grounding yourself for the world outside. You wanted so badly to sleep but you knew you had to get a move on if you wanted to get to a camp safely.

“I can do this..” you whispered under your breath, clutching at the handle of one of your daggers, turning to the door. You just had to get to a camp, but more importantly you had to find Glenn.

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more a/n: for the sake of having glenn as reader's older brother im having him be around 24-27 years old right now, reader being like 23 ish. and daryl will be like 32….??? i dunno im trying to make this as canon as possible BUT UGH IT IS SO $&£”*^%*£ so yeah there will be a little bit of an age gap between reader and daryl but i hope that wont be too much of a problem for you guys…. probably not. and do not quote me if i get settings or the timeline wrong like twd is confusing enough for me……….. again im also like rewatching and making sure to make everything as close to the show as possible, but theres also the possibility of me altering the timeline (muehehehe). anyways tysm for reading and stay tuned! ★

[thefudge]

challengers thoughts, fresh out of the cinema:

so this was a very understated experience. i mean it was so mild??? good mild, even great mild, but still quite mild. the way the film was marketed and the buzz around it, i was expecting smth way more risque and ballsy about the triangle/threesome, but it was all very low-key and elegant and maybe ultimately a little thin, but still worth seeing

i really liked the almost-bursting eroticism of every scene, the way each frame, especially on the tennis court, was so raw and intimate. i do think the eroticism was more enhanced when it came to the men and their half-repressed desires for each other, but i hunger for films that embrace eroticism as visual and tactile language

that being said, i do think this movie held back a lot. i loved the sensual style, mixed in with the sort of aggressive punchiness and frustration of three people who can't bear to be with or without each other, but i don't think this triangle ultimately works because the desires are unequal and the dynamics are not equally compelling

tashi/art needed to have more spark, imo; for the triangle to work all sides need to be interesting. even if the passion has sort of fizzled between art and tashi, their dynamic should've still conveyed some kind of compulsive need. it's not enough for art to be 'pathetically' submissive to her, we need to see why tashi likes that submission, why art can still get under her skin. and i don't think they delivered on that

yes, patrick is the agent provocateur, he's the one who rattles art and tashi, but art has to rattle tashi and patrick back, and while there is a sort of attempt to do that, it doesn't quite land for me.

that's why tashi feels left out of the movie, at times, because when the boys are left to their own devices their chemistry is more interesting than tashi's chemistry with art (and even her chemistry with patrick)

yeah, tashi/patrick was hot and well done and i obviously fuck with them and will be writing smth about them for sure, and that scene where patrick grabs her face in the car and they're basically going at each other, having a mini tennis match and they're not even fucking yet? cinema 10/10. ditto the scene where tashi basically tells him he'd be better off with a gun in his mouth. that's romance babey. but even so! i still think they needed a little smth extra, a little oomph, if you will. we needed to spend more time on the toxicity, on why this pairing didn't work when they were young. i really liked that one fight they showed us back in college (can u tell i liked all their scenes) where they get into the nitty gritty of winning and patrick lets her know he's her peer, not her fanboy, and i wanted more of that!!! more heated discussions about who's in charge, more back and forths about their ambitions and obsessive tendencies, more twisted moments of tashi trying to get in his head by using art and patrick doing the same to her. where's the toxicity!!!! where's the metaphorical tennis!!!

(incidentally, you can see that tashi/patrick and art/patrick scenes play out like riveting and sometimes literal tennis matches, but art/tashi....doesn't. that's why i'm saying this triangle didn't work)

anyway, even with all that, i appreciate the fact that this movie exists and i love that zendaya as tashi was allowed to be really messy and vulnerable but also in charge of her own mistakes. i do agree with folks who say that she was a little sidelined, but i love that she was just as morally devious and hungry as patrick, for instance.

big pluses for the soundtrack, the sound editing and directing. the way luca guadagnino had those boys moan every time they hit the ball lol sir, i see you. i also like that the final act was basically a long, sublimated threesome and the climax was the coming together of all three parts, and the winner didn't matter anymore, because it was always about these three finding a balance, finally tennis became a relationship, like tashi said in the beginning (i just wish the movie had dwelled on this more in order to earn this final scene)

but shooting a tennis match from the POV of the ball??? yesss, this is what i go to the movies for. give me more creative batshit camerawork like that

loved the little things that were communicated entirely without dialogue, things that were planted early on and brought back visually, just the sensual language of cinemaaaaa

so to conclude, i did want more from this experience but i'm glad ppl are still making psyschosexual dramas of this caliber. we desperately need more interesting and three-dimensional media that tackles the intricacies of desire. and we need more crazy camerawork set to trent reznor and atticus ross!

[redfurrycat]

🤠🐓The Chicken Peach & the Zenithal Cowboy Fic Recs🐓🤠

Check the Top Gun Masterlist post for the latest updated version. 💕

Ao3 Authors:

WITHOUT PLOT* — Acetonitril, Anonymous, Crueltether, Dalearden, Discosleaze, Earthangel_44, Elizabethgee, Ginnydear, Indybob, Irrlicht74, K0ralik, Lesbiseresin, Lovelybattle, Magdarko, Nimuetheseawitch, Nixie_DeAngel, Popstar, Renai_chan, Shadowdancing, StoriesofmyLife, Tasteofoxidation, Teacupivy, UsedDivinity, Winterbucky.

WITH PLOT *— AllForReading, Aphroditedany, BethAnnAngel, Dracculaura, Earthangel_44, FlowersOnMyMind, ForMaverick, Fuddlewuddle, HalbarryTrashcan, Halestrom, Hangmanbradshaw, Ilarina, Indybob, Leavemeinthelibrary, Lesbiseresin, Local_troubled_writer, LoveMadeThemDoIt, Mackwinnon, Magdarko, SaintClaire, Teacupivy, Vannral, VarjoRuusu, Winterbucky.

*Purely subjective. + May include variations other than the targeted theme, so read the Ao3 Tags, Summary & Author Notes with caution! :)

PWP {🤠🐓} > Bosom!Hangman > The Perched Rooster & the Brooded Texan > Everywhere. Every-Fucking-Where.

‼️Art Visual‼️ ==> Cock-A-Doodle-Do by lowlife_symptoms {E}

/WITHOUT PLOT/

your body's writing checks (that I wanna cash) by StoriesofmyLife {E}

Sometimes, in a rare show of vulnerability, Bradley will let Jake take the reins. Or: After waking up from a nightmare, its Bradley’s turn in the cockpit, so to speak. Aka: the Jake tops Bradley fic that this fandom is severely lacking.

They Could Have Had That So Much Sooner by Irrlicht74 {E}

The kiss was deep and passionate, more tongue and teeth than real finesse, but it made Jake lose what little had been left of his mind after the first time Bradley had kissed him. Short and sweet by comparison, but intentional, saying yes to... Well, him, Jake Seresin. A relationship. Maybe more. It was... about fucking time, to be honest. They could have had that so much sooner if they hadn’t been such idiots about it.

the way we move by Anonymous {E}

"Oh, fuck. Holy shit." Bradley's words catch his sharper attention now, pulling him from the dizzying state of bliss he'd been losing himself in. He opens his eyes to see Bradley's head turned to the side, eyes widened and mouth slightly agape. Jake realizes he's looking at something, eyes laser-focused in. "What? What is it?" Jake asks as tries to follow his gaze. "It's..." Bradley breaths, and Jake's breath leaves him like a punch to the gut as his gaze finally reaches its end destination. As he sees what exactly it is that Bradley's looking at that's got him looking more heated than Jake's seen him in a while.

I’m in the mood, the rhythm is right, move to the music (we can roll all night) by StoriesofmyLife {E}

“You don’t see me for over a year,” Bradley pants, moaning when teeth bite at his neck, a hot tongue soothing the sting a moment later. “And that’s how you greet me?” ”You don’t seem to be too put out about it.” Jake drawls. “Least of all from where I’m sittin’.” He adds, rocking his hips upwards for emphasis. * Or what should've happened, in my opinion, after the bar scene ft. sex in the Bronco and Bradley (attempting) to be the ultimate power bottom.

You got me stuck on the thought of you by Popstar {E}

“Where’s your hat?” Javy asks as he comes to stand next to him. Jake’s eyes flick from Bradley to Javy, then he jerks his head towards Bradley but keeps his gaze on Javy. “Rooster just took it.” Javy’s eyebrows shoot up at that. “He came by and took your cowboy hat?” “Uh-hu.” “Does he know about the rule?” “I doubt he does.” Or the one where Bradley takes Jake’s cowboy hat.

The Octagon by Earthangel_44 {E}

Monday

“Unless you can’t mount me,” Bradley baits in a low voice, “unless you can’t fuck me like you think you can.” Bradley cups Jake through his sweats and squeezes. “Unless I need to find another alpha to fuck me and finish what you started.” AKA: Omega MMA fighter Bradley with Alpha Boxer Jake.

Tuesday

Bradley watches Jake fight for the first time since they’re together.

Whipped Cream by lovelybattle {E}

Bradley hummed, “you taste good.” He tasted like whipped cream, mixed with the spiced rum that Jake had been drinking along with some hot chocolate and a hint of cinnamon. All topped off with something that was just Jake, a taste that Bradley has come to love.

Take me to places I can't imagine by UsedDivinity {E}

Rooster gives off bottom vibes and he's gonna get bullied for it the fic

hold me close and make me yours by Anonymous {E}

It's completely unfair, really, how attractive one man in a worn-soft long-sleeved t-shirt and old gray sweatpants can look just silently reading a book, sinking into the cushions with his legs splayed out like that and looking so relaxed.

Santa, Baby by Renai_chan {E}

Jake puts on another costume for Bradley, and Bradley isn't quite sure about this one. On the one hand, Jake is sexy in all his forms. On the other hand, he's dressed as Santa.

I Tried to Read Between the Lines by Earthangel_44 {E}

Bradley finds himself between a wall and hard spot

spend it like it's gold by dalearden {E}

There’s something about the closeness, the primal need for skin on skin that keeps them hot for each other even now they’ve got rings on their fingers and are getting older every day."

just friends by ginnydear {E}

we passed "just friends" about 20 fucks ago.

you flipped a switch and now im on you by tasteofoxidation {E}

Jake knows how the night is going to play out when Bradleys first port of call is not to answer to the call of his name. Instead, he waves Nat off with a raise of his finger, goes to the bar, and doesn't look at Jake once.

old habits by crueltether {E}

“How long are you stationed here?” Bradley asks, toeing his shoes off. Jake sets his bottle down on the table just next to the door and shrugs a shoulder. “Long enough. You wanna keep talkin’ or do you wanna get what you really came all the way out here for?”

virgin beefcake bradley gets fingered by confident hunk by elizabethgee {E}

Bradley has never been with a man. Jake has. Bradley gets much more than he bargained for (but he's not complaining).

Cravin’ You by indybob {E}

Bradley has been feeling some type of way all day. His not-so-subtle hints to Jake all seem to have gone unnoticed. That is, until they get each other alone. Or: Bradley has been desperate for Jake all day, and Jake loves riling him up.

sugar on my tongue by discosleaze {E}

"pierced nipples taste like keys and baby, i'm coming home" - Bradley Bradshaw's pinned tweet, probably. Jake has a pierced nipple. Bradley is incapable of thinking about anything else.

big boy, come on 'round by acetonitril {E}

Jake can admit that he’s always had a thing for Bradley’s more sturdy body parts, the ones he could hold on to and sink his teeth into. So seeing Bradley like this feels like an invitation, like something just for Jake. Bradley’s still very much the same, but there’s simply more of all his favorite bits now. Bradley, enhanced.

I only pray (don’t fall away from me) by Anonymous {E}

Jake Seresin has an acquired taste. It comes in the form of the clubs most desired; Rooster. His wide doe eyes, ridiculous pornstache that fits him so perfectly, and his tan, toned body. And what Jakes wants, Jake gets.

relax by Anonymous {E}

austin interlude by lesbiseresin {E}

Long distance is something that isn’t easy to pull off. Some nights, Bradley missed him so much that he could feel his absence aching in his ribs, right behind the place where he’d cracked them during the mission with Maverick. Letters can only do so much. Phone calls make it more bearable, but nothing is better than having each other close. That’s how Bradley usually feels, anyways. He also usually likes Texas, but right now— “I wish we’d never come here.” (alternatively: jake & bradley finally sharing the domesticity they deserve)

I just want back in your head by nimuetheseawitch {E}

It's the faculty holiday party, and all Bradley wants is for his ex-husband to notice him. Once Jake does, the rest is history.

your DNA's bein' messed with my touch (can't beat us) by teacupivy {E}

“What do you need?” “Don’t know,” Bradley’s already shaking his head. “Just distract me.”

humorous beautiful weeds by winterbucky {E}

Life on a ranch is hard but rewarding, and Rooster finds himself happy - probably for the first time since he left his home. The only downside is the annoying son of the owners, Hangman, but... even he has some pros. Like getting Rooster's back blown out under the stars. Or pretending there's nothing but sex between them. Spoiler - pretending isn't going great or ranch au where they fuck under the stars and possibly start something more

taste your beating heart by magdarko {E}

Wanna take you home and get my mouth on you, he’d said, wanna spread you out and make you scream for me, and Bradley had nodded desperately against his mouth. * In which Jake does... pretty much that

curiosity killed the cat by k0ralik {E}

Bradley Bradshaw has been told his whole life that men don't cry. That men are conquerors and should never show any weakness, let alone ask for something. They shouldn’t ask, no, they should take it, rip it out with their teeth, fight for it tooth and nail, even if they get their hands dirty. But he doesn’t feel any less a man when he asks for it. or: bradley wears nothing but a maroon rope and a pair of socks, and jake rules his world

Now I'm Down Bad by Nixie_DeAngel {E}

Sometimes secrets coming to light is a good thing. And sometimes secrets coming to light is the start of something wonderful.

drippin' in my favor by k0ralik {E}

Apparently, surviving a suicide mission by the skin of your teeth not only takes a physical and emotional toll on you, but can also give you insomnia. There’s the feeling of restlessness pulling at Bradley’s chest, making it more difficult to breathe, and if there’s one medicine to it, Bradley knows where to find it. or: bradley can't sleep. jake soothes him. Apparently, surviving a suicide mission by the skin of your teeth not only takes a physical and emotional toll on you, but can also give you insomnia. There’s the feeling of restlessness pulling at Bradley’s chest, making it more difficult to breathe, and if there’s one medicine to it, Bradley knows where to find it. or: bradley can't sleep. jake soothes him.

he's not the jealous type by discosleaze {E}

dear diary, don't* date a twin. love, bradley. *nevermind.

Your Body Is My Alter by Nixie_DeAngel {E}

Sometimes Jake just needs to wring every ounce of pleasure from his husband as he can.

that's my good girl by shadowdancing {E}

Jake Seresin is known for being an observant man. He sees the hand prints on Bradley's waist and the hickeys on his throat. He sees the way his eyes light up when he's praised. And based on the frustration in his body, Jake knows he isn't getting fucked like he wants...like he deserves. Bradley Bradshaw is known for being an intelligent man. For years, he's been letting sexual encounters mark him up, just so he can get Jake's eyes on him. He knows Jake sees them, determining that under Bradley's bluster, he's desperate for Jake to fuck him, to give him what he needs in a way no one else can. This is the story of two men pushing and pulling at their desires, figuring out their feelings, and satisfying each other in the way they've been desperate for since they met.

/WITH PLOT/

Top Gun: Maverick retold by Fuddlewuddle {E}

I'll ride in this life with you

Rooster is called back to Top Gun along with 11 other pilots for an important mission. Not only does he have to deal with the unresolved issues with Maverick now the Captain is going to be the one training them, but he's also been assigned to live with the one person who seemingly lives to infuriate him; Hangman. He'll be lucky if he even makes it to fly in the mission in the first place. (Or, my alternate take on the events of Top Gun: Maverick if Rooster was made to live with Hangman).

Promise me, Just hold my hand

It follows Rooster and Hangman's relationship over the months and years following them getting together.

fever started a long ago by vannral {M}

'Okay, Bradley has to admit, this wasn’t one of his brightest ideas. He should’ve stayed home, taken some ibuprofen and just sucked it up and passed out but no. He had to push it. And here he is, dealing with the consequences of his own stupidity.' In which Bradley gets sick, Jake gets jealous of a guy at the bar and takes care of Bradley. They’re both pining for each other and are even worse at hiding it.

learning steps by vannral {E}

”So, an instructor?” A straight hit. Bradley shifts uncomfortably on the leather seat and clears his throat. ”… Yeah.” In which Bradley becomes an instructor after the mission, Jake keeps showing up to his classes and his students are very curious about their dynamic.

A One Time Thing by ForMaverick {E}

“I’m fine. Stay the fuck where you are.” Bradley inches closer to the shower wall, the coolness of the wet tiles soothing against his burning skin. “Or better yet, leave.” “You don’t look so good—” “Fuck off.” Bradley closes his eyes again as another wave of pain and nausea sweeps through his body. “I’ll be fine, just leave me the fuck—” “Bradley.” That makes Bradley stop in mid-sentence. Jake using his first name is a rarity. ‘Rooster’ is familiar territory. A teasing ‘Bradshaw’ is not too uncommon either. Hell, sometimes that menace of a man will even drawl out the full ‘Lt. Bradley Bradshaw’ when he’s going for maximum asshattery. But just ‘Bradley’? That’s—that’s new. Bradley exhales shakily. “I’m asking this from the bottom of my heart and as politely as I possibly can right now: please fuck off.” “Are you—” Jake pauses. There’s a sharp inhale. “Dude, are you going into heat?”

the way we surrender (tender, no pretense) by vannral {E}

’”Well, Rooster, you’d better not be expectin’ any flowers, though, that’s not gonna happen.” A small, treacherous part under Bradley’s sternum falters, twists into knots. No. It’s a bad idea. You’re gonna get hurt in the long run. There’s a reason why you two are always at odds.’ In which Bradley and Jake agree to blow off steam together, all the while being in love with each other and convinced this is all they're able to have. It’s a train wreck from the start.

Paper Rings by Earthangel_44 {E}

Jake comes back from deployment and Bradley has waited too long.

if honesty means telling you the truth (I’m still in love with you) by local_troubled_writer {E}

Bradley “I got sent on a suicide mission” Bradshaw and Jake “and I took the ‘suicide’ part personally” Seresin. Aka, the one where they go on the impossible mission, somehow make it out alive and someone confessed some feelings.

this side of paradise by lesbiseresin {E}

“I don’t know if I should–” “Why shouldn’t you?” Natasha asks, completely matter-of-fact. It’s like she’s already got a read on his bullshit, which is both endearing and unnerving, because Bradley isn’t really all that used to people not letting him run away from his problems. Or in this case, a perfectly good chance to spend some time with his friends. “Most of us flew that mission. We were all trained to. We’re in this together. Only reason Bob’s not coming is because his mom would kill him if he didn’t come home for his grandma’s birthday.” Bradley runs his tongue along the inside of his cheek, but eventually can’t stop himself from asking— “What about Hangman?” (alternatively: seven thirty-something year olds holing up in a rich person’s vacation home for ten days ft. bradley trying to convince himself the crush he has on hangman is something he can easily get rid of)

Riding In Cars With Boys by SaintClaire {E}

He doesn’t know if it’s the alcohol or the anniversary or something else altogether, but he usually has to wring Bradley out for a lot longer than this before he gets him begging so easily. His pretty boy, normally so reluctant to admit what it is he wants and how he wants Jake to take it.

I will love you, dear, forever by FlowersOnMyMind {E}

"Do you have someone to take care of you?" Jake asks. "Are you offering, Seresin?" "Are you asking, Bradshaw?" or Jake and Bradley help each other through their ruts and heats. Jake pines.

Rolling Hills and Stormy Skies by VarjoRuusu {E}

Everyone thinks Jake Seresin is from Texas. Something he doesn't bother to correct, he just enjoys when his friends try and pin down exactly where his family ranch is, north, south, it's near Dallas, no it's near Austin. He sips his beer and lets them guess until the topic changes. He elbows Rooster in the side when the other man can't stop snickering because only Rooster knows Jake Seresin's ranch is in Montana. -Or, a tale of Bradley and Jake.

all night, I’ll riot with you by lesbiseresin {E}

Bradley would really like to say that Hangman is the one who started it. It being their return to petty squabbling, starting straight from the moment they first came face-to-face with each other for the first time in years. But to tell the truth, he’s not sure of how true that claim would be.

First Love/Late Spring by HalbarryTrashcan {E}

These memories are the scenes replaying in Bradley’s mind over and over again as his plane plummets towards the earth. He always thought when he died he would be thinking about his dad or his mom - hell, given his weird and fucked-up situation with Maverick even that could have been an option. This was the last thing he expected.

Take Me Home Tonight by indybob {E}

“You’re not a pilot, are you?” Jake asks. Bradley shakes his head, “No, I’m actually an aerospace engineer, but I work for the Navy at North Island. It’s how I know Natasha.” “I figured you weren’t a pilot,” Jake says, “I would have met you before, and I don’t think I could forget a face like that.” Jake gives him a suggestive look, and Bradley realizes he’s flirting. His heart jumps at the idea, and he feels the blood rush to his face. “Is it because of the mustache?” Bradley asks, trying to play it cool. “Not just,” Jake winks. Or: AU where Bradley is an aerospace engineer who is getting back into the dating scene after a breakup. He meets Jake at a bar with Phoenix, and the sparks start flying.

You Can Make My Wish Come True, If You Let Me Treasure You by hangmanbradshaw {E}

“Jake…you know you’re my family right? If we do this, we do it together. It’s not a Bradshaw only thing.” The man blinked at him and then smiled softly. “Okay. You’re my family too so if you’re doing this, I’m riding shotgun.” Bradley nodded and grinned brightly. “Think we’ll have to fight off any zombie founding fathers brought back to life?” “I’m putting $5 on at least two. I call dibs on fighting off Franklin though.” Or, The one where, fresh off their mummy adventure, Jake and Bradley steal the Declaration of Independence, make way too many mummy related jokes, and get married, all with a little help from their friends.

Everything You Lose is a Step You Take by mackwinnon {E}

A comment from Bob turns Jake's entire world on its axis. Or: Jake thought that Bradley was just really great at handling things, unflappable and steady. It's a good thing the Navy didn't pay Jake to think.

Won't somebody help me chase the shadows away? by LoveMadeThemDoIt {E}

Jake has no illusions he’ll come back from this mission. He’s the best fighter pilot the Navy has got on staff and this is not his ego talking. He’ll fly the mission, and it’ll be a shit show, because none of them have even managed to fly the simulation in the way they need to. In his weaker moments, Jake wonders if his father is how he’s gotten this gig.

Two Times The Love by Leavemeinthelibrary {E}

Maybe they were right.” Jake whispered. “When they said “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell.” “It wasn’t better” Bradley whispered softly, instinctively checking over his shoulder and then forced Jake to meet his gaze. “Trust me.” Bradley sighed. “It wasn’t easy for my dads or their time in the Navy or me. The policy was wrong, plain and simple and I was happy to see it go.” Jake swallowed hard in disbelief. “Your dads? As in more than one?”

jet blue skies by winterbucky {M}

Neither Hangman nor Rooster have any idea how come none of their friends know they're married, and have been for years. Sure, they're not the most affectionate in public, but they're smitten with each other, and to be honest, they went at it in way too many public spaces not to be caught. Apparently, their friends and Captain are just not that bright, which turns very interesting when Rooster becomes obsessed with getting Mavering and Iceman together. Somehow, through it all, neither Hangman nor Rooster realise their marriage is somehow a secret... or secret relationship hangster but their friends are just idiots + icemav getting together + a lot of fluff

I want to brainwash you into loving me forever by hangmanbradshaw {E}

“So…this is fucking weird and I have no clue what to say here.” Bradley smiled warmly and leaned his forearms against the table. “Don’t worry, Mav already filled me in, and I’ll do it.” Jake blinked. “You’ll do it?” “Yeah.” Bradley sat back with a nod. “You want to come out, right? If us appearing to be in a stable relationship will help, then I’m in.” Or, Jake Seresin has it all- fame, money, a NFL MVP trophy, a Super Bowl appearance, a lonely house, and a problem. He wants to come out on his own terms. Enter Bradley Bradshaw, the solution to said problem, or maybe, the beginning of a new problem. After all, you don't fall in love with your fake boyfriend. aka the Fake Dating NFL AU

hold me like a grudge by lesbiseresin {M}

Whatever truce he and Hangman might’ve temporarily made on the beach still wasn’t enough for Bradley to want to hang out with the guy in his free time. Except, here he is with the Bronco pulled into one of the spaces that line the stretch of sidewalk beside Hangman’s house. He can see Hangman’s truck sitting in the driveway and the light for the living room turned on inside. Hangman is here, and so is Bradley. For what exactly, he isn’t sure. He knows he’s searching for something. An answer, maybe. Figuring that out would require thinking, which isn’t what this is supposed to be about, but the uncertainty must show on his face. Hangman opens the door without him even having to knock, eyebrows raised and the obvious question quick to come. “What are you doing here, Bradshaw?” (alternatively: in which bradley takes the phrase ‘don’t think, just do’ a little too literally)

Messy by BethAnnAngel {E}

Jake gives Bradley what he wants in bed without having to ask for it. But a lack of communication has them both lost for a moment there.

top gun missing scenes by teacupivy {E}

the whole time, under the lights

Jake "Hangman" Seresin is unraveling the mystery that is Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, one thread at a time, if it kills him. They've been fighting and fucking for years, and everything comes to a head when they're recalled to Top Gun for a special training detachment and find themselves competing to be team leader.

as he falls from his perch

Bradley Bradshaw has a knack for losing people, either watching them go or running them off. Jake Seresin seems to just keep coming back.

It's all white and azure blue to me by Aphroditedany {E}

Bradley, Jake, and an ever growing half Greek family. Or, when your boyfriend gets you all hot and bothered just by speaking in the language of his maternal family.

spend my time trying not to feel it by lesbiseresin {M}

“There was a flier for what their upcoming events are. You know Halloween is on Thursday.” Fanboy waits for him to nod to go on. “They’re doing something every night this week. Different themes on different nights.” Bradley raises his eyebrows. “Let me get this straight. You’re trying to drag me to a costume party?” (alternatively: halloween, a gay bar, jake, and bradley. what could possibly be complicated about that?)

this shirts made of boyfriend material by halestrom {E}

A night out on the town, while dressed to the nines, sounded like the perfect way to have a little bit of fun and spend time with the newly formed Dagger squadron before they were back on duty. Especially since, ever since the Mission, things between him and Hangman had changed, the anger from the years before gone, and in its place was the promise of something new, or perhaps, the promise of something that had started forming long before Bradley was willing to admit.

cuz you know I love the players and you love the game by hangmanbradshaw {E}

Jake's the star quarterback, Bradley's the star baseball captain. They both like playing games, turns out they want the same prize. Or Bradley dresses as a cheerleader for the team and Jake hates him (except that he totally doesn't)

here i stand (i'm your man) by magdarko {M}

Ever since that first night back after the mission, when Jake had cornered him out behind the Hard Deck and grinned winningly before dropping to his knees and making Bradley see God, all Bradley’s wanted is to lay Jake out, map out that golden body, store up Jake’s gasps and moans and soft, bitten-off words. Bradley has a good thing going with Jake, but deep down, he wants more. So when everything he wanted drops into his lap, it's the best thing that's ever happened to him. Right?

Are you ready, are you ready for love? by Ilarina {E}

Bradley had, deep down, loved the dance between rivals that they had maintained for years, ever since the naval academy. After flying, there was nothing that made him feel more alive than talking to Jake and bickering with him about everything. He knew they were like two sides of the same coin - Bradley methodical and calm, Jake cocky and quick - and the awareness of how much he made Jake alive had come to him on a silver platter with a last-ditch save and a pair of bright green eyes smiling happily at him from a plane hovering next to him. No further demonstration was needed for Bradley to realize that Jake felt the same feelings that he, for years, had tried to bury under their jokes, the looks and the tension that enveloped them like a bubble. He had rushed to save him, disobeying a direct superior order and risking his career for him – he might as well have shouted that he loved him by writing it in the sky with airplane acrobatics. Well, he pretty much had done it. [Bradley and Jake are finally a couple. But there is something else that Bradley wants to give to the man he loves]

Weekend Trip by AllForReading {E}

Jake's first weekend with Bradley in the Mitchell-Kazansky house. It's chaos and banter and maybe also a bit embarrassing but they nevertheless can't leave their hands off each other.

i've got a blank space (i'll write your name) by halestrom {E}

Bradley just wants to find love. Jake is his divorce lawyer.

Maybe We Were Always Meant To Be by indybob {E}

“And since my flight got rerouted I have to stay at a hotel nearby. It’s supposed to be a nice one at least.” Jake sounds a bit on the annoyed side considering he’s going to be stuck at a hotel for his entire leave, and Bradley can’t say he blames him. The idea of Jake having to live out of a hotel doesn’t sit right with Bradley. It sounds just as boring and lonely as it’s been for him alone in his house. He’d hate for his friend to go through that for two weeks. The perfect solution suddenly dawns on him. At least, it’s perfect logically, but in reality, it’s probably a terrible idea. Oh well. He’s got to jump off the perch sometime, right? “What if you come stay with me?” Or: Two boys. Two weeks. One everlasting love.

Hold me closer, tiny dancer by Ilarina {E}

Bradley loved Jake, and it had been such a quick and ordinary process that he didn’t even feel the panic that perhaps he should have felt at that realization. It was insane how the boundaries between them had been torn down, how what was once thought to be hate or aversion was simply a safe way to be close to each other without putting themselves on the line all the way – insane for two pilots who risked their lives in the sky every day. In the following six weeks since the Mission, Bradley had learned to accept the love he had never thought he deserved in his life. And the source of this solid love was the man who at that moment was arranging pots and dishes in his kitchen. His boyfriend. [five times Bradley wants Jake to live with him and one time he finally manages to ask him]

when we hit the ground by dracculaura {E}

Bradley doesn’t ever plan to see Jake Seresin again, had written off their one night as just that – a one-time only thing. If he were in the habit of kissing and telling, it would even be a fun story about that time he got fucked by a professional bull rider.

I can't breathe, until you're resting here with me by Ilarina {E}

“Try not to miss me too much, Roo,” Jake stated with his usual self-confidence, his Texan accent entering Bradley’s ears like warm, liquid honey. Bradley snorted an exasperated breath on his skin and rolled his eyes, his mustache curling in a mock-irritated expression. “You’d like that, babe. I don’t think I’ll even have time to miss you... life here in San Diego will go on without you, you know?” Bradley replied, his fingers caressing Jake’s smooth cheek, soaked in his aftershave and soft as velvet. A low chuckle spread from Jake’s chest at those words, like the little rumble of a perfect plane about to take flight. “We’ll see how your life has gone when I get back on Thursday night,” Jake said, his jade green eyes looking straight into Bradley’s chocolate ones as if there was nothing else in the world at that moment except the two of them, standing at five in the morning next to Jake’s car. [Jake goes back to Lemoore for a few days, and that pushes Bradley to really think about their relationship and their love]

for real? by teacupivy {E}

“Hey Siri, set a timer for ten minutes,” then to Bradley, hands on his thick hips, “I really gotta go after—“ “Don’t care.” Bradley wrenches a hand into Jake’s hair to pull him into a bruising kiss, the other now moving more firmly in his pants. or: Jake gets an idea, and it ends with tears, begging, and a love confession

Caught by the taste of your kiss by FlowersOnMyMind {E}

"You put on quite a show." "Yeah, it's kinda what I do." "And what else do you do?" Jake asks with a grin. He sees Bradley's eyes flick down to his lips. Or For Jake Seresin AKA Hangman, life was good. He was the leader of the most feared gang in LA. He had money and could have anyone he wanted in his bed. What more could he want? The answer comes in the form of Bradley Bradshaw.

[scarecrowdrugs]

Just got back from Alien: Romulus and I had a fun time! Movie felt very "Alien: Greatest Hits", which certainly isn't the worst thing it could be!

Spoilers under the cut

Pros:

Absolutely gorgeous visual design, I was grinning like an absolute madman at all the physical effects.

Really impressive sound direction. I felt every single ship engine noise in my bones!

David Jonsson is easily the best part of the movie. I didn't care what happened to anyone else, I just wanted Andy to be okay!

I already knew about the live hybrid birth scene near the ending, but I wasn't ready for how utterly grotesque they would go for the first actual Xenomorph reveal for earlier in the movie! Absolutely nauseating in its allusions to childbirth; to the point where the big third act "birth" scene didn't quite reach the highs that the earlier one did. Giger would've been proud! Also, haha narsty!

Every single bad decision that the main cast made still made sense. I was wincing at how I knew this was going go wrong, but I still completely understood why they would make these decisions.

Haha I got my big dumb facehugger popcorn bucket and I love her so much. I can move her little leggies!!!!

Cons:

I get why some people feel about the third act falling flat. I personally thought it was still perfectly fine for what it was, but I did think the pacing after the halfway point didn't allow any room for things to breathe. I think maybe the movie would've benefited from a slightly longer runtime, but your mileage may vary

Went a little too hard on nostalgia references at times. I was fine for most of it because it is a midquel but holy shit I really winced at the blatant Haha Reference! with Andy going "Get away from her, you bitch!" Waaaaaay too on the nose there, guys!

I think they might've played it a bit too safe at times. I said before that Romulus is very "Greatest Hits", which isn't always to its detriment, but it still could've gotten a bit more weird with it!

Okay this one is admittedly very minor, but the big third act birth scene wasn't nearly was narsty as it should've been! I think the first Xenomorph reveal was given a lot more gravitas and this one went by a bit too fast to really soak in the "Pregnancy Horror" aspect!

???:

Okay, this one just falls under "I'm not sure if I really liked it" but I think the Hybrid could've been a little bit more scary! Everything from the neck down was perfectly fine and I really loved how off it seemed with its propotions. That being said, I'm not 100% sold on the face design. I totally get what they were going for, but I just don't think the mostly human face was that scary compared to the normal Xenomorphs!

[ahgasegotarmy116]

Semantic Error | A Jeon Jungkook Series | Chapter 4

Based off of Semantic Error (bl) by J Soori Summary: Jungkook asks to spent time with y/n as friends Pairing: Techie inexperienced fem!reader x Artist fuck boy Jungkook Word Count: 1.2k~ Warnings: Nothing really, Jungkook is just being annoying and flirty a/n: This is just a tiny bite of the story since I haven't updated it in almost 5 days... oops. I'm spending time at my sister's house for the next few days but I should be able to work on posting more on Monday :) Read from the beginning

Days after my reconciliation with Jungkook I find myself thinking of the possibility of asking him if he would consider working on the game with me again but that would require me to swallow my pride. I'm not really in favor of that option so I decide to wait until he brings it up... if he brings it up.

I could always put up a flyer in the visual arts department asking if anyone would be interested in joining. I'm saying it here and now, I will never crawl back to him, if he sees that I'm still looking for a designer and ends up being interested then he can beg me to be a part of the project again. 

Either way as long as I get a new one by the end of the week then I don't care who I work with. As long as they have a good work ethic and their character design doesn't suck and they can keep to deadlines and... well maybe it might be a bit harder to find someone to fit the bill than I thought it would, knowing that people tend to be very unreliable and unpredictable creatures. I don't want to go through what I went through with Hana cancelling on me again. I guess the only way to really try to find someone is let people know about it.

Calculating all the pros and cons of what the result might be depending on my methods I decide fliers with my contact information would be my best bet. I'll just place it on some sort of bulletin board and hope for the best. If that doesn't work I'll resort to some sort of digital announcement. Opening the program I plan to use I notice that I've received a friend request on sns. Pulling it up I'm greeted with a follow request from Jungkook which I find strange but I accept it nonetheless. Soon after I get a DM from him in my inbox. 

'Hey pretty, I didn't realize you had social media, I guess this means we're friends now that we're following each other :)' I roll my eyes at his pathetic excuse at flirting.

'Last I checked you followed me, I haven't followed you yet' I say putting him in his place.

'Yet ;)' shit I should've just ignored him. 

'Come on y/n just follow me, I promise my account isn't some narcissistic blog or anything, plus next time we see each other I want to take a picture with you and post it! I like posting pictures of my friends!' he says and I can feel his smile through the phone and I roll my eyes at the thought.

'You have to ask for my consent before posting anything' I reply ultimately giving into him since there's no harm done with clicking a single button. 

'Okay I got it. Hey can we meet up in the library tomorrow? I wanted to spend some time with you. I know you end up spending a lot of time in there anyways so I just thought that maybe we could study together, especially since we taking Chinese together' he says waiting for my permission to give him another place to annoy me in.

'What makes you think I would want to study with you?' I say hoping to brush him off.

'y/n I'm your TA , I've see all of the work you've turned in' he teases.

'What's that supposed to mean?' I ask offended at what he's implying.

 'It means that you write like a child. Plus your accent when you speak isn't the best either. I could tutor you if you'd like ;)' he responds, simultaneously offering his help while also insulting me. 

'Pass' I say frustrated with his attitude.

'I'm sorry I didn't mean it, I just like thinking about what you might look like while you're responding to me. You probably have your brows pinched together looking utterly offended and maybe even blushing from embarrassment' 

'I'm not embarrassed!' I retort.

'Why don't you look in the mirror pretty, I've got you blushing without even being there don't I' I get up frustrated, determined to prove him wrong but to my disgust I see my cheeks with a light dusting of pink. 

'Fuck you' I reply indirectly confirming his suspicions.

"Anyway do you want to meet after the class you have after Chinese?' he suggests.

'Aren't you in that class too?' I question annoyed by the memory of him taking my spot for the second time that day.

'No I dropped the class, there was no way I was gonna stay in it and bring down my gpa, I just wanted to annoy you for a bit' he admits.

'Do you have another class after Chinese?' I ask curious as to what he'll do while I'm in class.

'Oh no I'm done for the day after that :)' he sends

'So you're just gonna wait around for me until my hour and a half class ends and then spend even more time studying together? Don't you have something better to do with your life?' I question, confused as to why he would do that. 

'Not really, I just wanna spend some time with you. I wanna be friends remember?' he send with no hesitation.

Is this what friends do for each other? Waste a whole day waiting for your class to finish just to then tutor them afterwards just because you want to 'spend time with them'?

'You Jeon Jungkook are an enigma' I respond not bothering to acknowledge his continued efforts to establish a friendship with me for some odd reason. 

'Thank you? Anyways what's your answer pretty?' he prods, not satisfied with my evasion of his proposition. 

'First off stop calling me that, second I'll be there from 3-6 are you prepared to stay for that long?' I question trying to get him to rescind his invitation. 

'Yep, I'll make sure to clear my schedule, see you then pretty ;)'

I groan audibly at his antics and close out the app. I guess this whole flyer situation can wait until tomorrow since he's given me a splitting headache from all of this. Who knows maybe he'll bring up the game tomorrow so I won't have to make them or swallow my pride, therefore making him come crawling back to me since he seems so eager to spend time with me. 

Taking a deep breath to clear my mind I decide to go to bed early to prepare myself for the mystery this is to be my day tomorrow. My days used to be the same week to week, month to month through out my life with minor changes to my class schedules since I've been in college but ever since Jeon Jungkook decided to walk into my life it has been anything but ordinary.

I'm used to scheduling things down to the very minute and that has worked well for me. It's set me up for success in my schooling but also as an adult. My life is what some people might call boring but I find peace in my calculated existence. Whereas Jeon Jungkook rolls with the punches and lives in chaos. My world is in black and white and his is in color, my life is routine and his life is creative. Why has someone like him taken an interest in me when I'm the exact opposite. Why can't he just leave me alone? I guess the real question I should be asking is why can't I get him out of my head? 

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