#my head is full of nothing but video i can not think of anything else and its driving me to madness

[fakelaceyy]

⋆˙⟡ 𝙩𝙫 - 𝙗𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙚 𝙚𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝

summary - you had committed about a month ago, but chris can't move on. he found himself hallucinating and getting horrible sleep with the thought of how you could've possibly been feeling. he wishes he could've done more to help, but it's too late.

warnings - not proofread , angst , mentions of suicide and depression , crying , mentions of hallucinations and anxiety , venting , self blame

sparkle divider - @bernardsbendystraws

chris had been quiet for almost the entire month.

matt and nick tried to talk to him, but he was too numb to care about what they were asking him, or anything they were telling him.

he couldn't focus. not with the idea in his head that he should've done more for you. should've checked up on you more than he did. should've helped more.

he felt guilty, and nothing was helping. not company from his brothers, not the familiar, comforting scent of your clothes, nothing.

he'd been sitting on the living room couch for God knows how long, his eyes blurry as the tv played survivor in the background of his lingering thoughts.

he'd been paranoid for the past few weeks. over what?, he didn't know. he had no idea. he could've sworn he saw your figure lingering a few times in the hallway, in the corners of his room...but he couldn't do anything about it.

he wanted to talk to matt, to know more about his signs of anxiety, or possible depression..but he didn't know how. he felt weak whenever he even thought about mentioning it to anyone.

his friends had become distant, not calling or texting.

'they probably think i'm meaning to ignore them,' chris thought as he stared at his silent phone.

usually, his notification center would be full of texts or calls from you, the occasional video sent on tiktok or instagram. but there was nothing. and that made the pang in his chest hurt even more.

days had blurred into weeks, and he could barely read the time anymore. he assumed the hour by the light coming through the windows. he felt a little at ease when there was sun outside, but then the moon rose..he found himself feeling more empty than ever.

nights like those would usually mean watching a movie with you, or just talking until you dozed off.

on a random thursday, when nick would usually want to film, he sat next to him on the couch instead, not saying a word for a moment.

nick let out a small sigh before he attempted speaking to him.

"if you wanna take a break from filming for a while, it's fine.." he mentioned quietly, "you're going through a lot, chris. you need a break."

chris already felt the tears filling up his waterline. as a cold, salty tear dripped down from his cheek, he breathed in through his nose.

"i'm sorry.." he mumbled quietly, not completely sure of what else to say, "it's my job, i should be able to continue.." he murmured, leaning back against the couch, "i-it's just, i don't--"

nick cut him off, "but you should also be able to take a break." he said bluntly, "we don't need to continue immediately. you're grown, you can make your own decisions."

"i miss her, nick," chris choked a sob, unable to hold it back anymore.

"i know. we do too." he mumbled softly, his light blue eyes looking over to chris.

"i don't know what to do.." chris confessed, "i feel helpless..and..i-i can't help but think it's my fault, i should've done more.." he muttered, his voice shaky.

matt, who had just entered the kitchen looked over at the two as chris mentioned he felt like it was his fault. his brows furrowed as he slowly closed the fridge.

"chris, if she needed more of your help, she would've said something." matt stated quietly as he grabbed a small snack from the pantry.

"but, matt, she obviously needed help, and if she didn't feel comfortable enough to talk to me then it's obvio--" chris stammered out,

"enough, chris," matt demanded, walking over to the couch and tossing a bag of chips to chris, "you haven't eaten," he muttered, "and you need to understand that you're not the problem here."

chris wiped his teary eyes, sniffling quietly.

"it's just gonna take me a while, okay?.." he mumbled, "we had so many things planned, and..now she's gone..just like that.."

matt and nick sat there in silence, telling him he could continue if he wanted to. but chris kept quiet after that. he felt weak, crying like that in front of them. but at the same time, he felt more comforted than he had all month. all the time without you.

he felt helpless. angry, even. but he couldn't be mad at you. only at himself.

a/n: this took me soso long to write bc i needed to gather my fricking emotions . anyway.

[milo-is-rambling]

Me vs outlining a perfect plan for my day in my head which I can be the only one allowed to change the schedule vs my mom asking me to do 2 simple tasks

[revolutionsingingintherainnn]

can I request ‘accidentally calling the other wife/husband’ for lando please 🥹

girlfriend? wife? ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩

Prompt: 63. accidentally calling the other wife/husband

𓆉 ln x reader 𐙚

𓆉 fluff 𐙚

masterlist ☾☼

1. ˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆.✧˚.

just as the car reached the hotel, lando immediately held your hand. there were crowds of people on both sides, restricted by a barricade.

"you know what to do, right?" he asked you, softly.

"yes, lovie. we've done this hundreds of times before," you replied, unable to keep the smile hidden.

"i know, i know. i just worry. ever since my tiktok started showing me all those videos of celebrities getting attacked, i've been paranoid,"

"i'm aware. you forget, though, that you're the celebrity,"

lando tsked, "half the time, these people talk to me about you. the only reason they're fans of me is because of you,"

you laughed, and lando opened the door, stepping out. you followed. immediately, you walked inside the hotel with your head down, and watched lando from inside the safety of the hotel.

lando was taking his time and signing whatever was getting shoved in his face, smiling and interacting with a few of the fans as well. he took selfies, marvelled at the nail art that some of them had done, had brief discussions about tattoo designs for the fan. he loved it.

somewhere between the cheers of the fans, lando looked at the hotel entrance, searching for you. when he couldn't see you, he pouted, whispering to himself, "where's my wifey?"

the fans nearby heard him, and began cheering louder. lando's eyes widened as he realised his mistake.

well, fuck.

2. ˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆.✧˚.

they had another mini break after singapore. the team were all gathered at the mtc, just reviewing the past few races, and discussing what they were planning for the upcoming races.

zak and andrea had given speeches, as were expected, and then oscar and lando were called on stage as well.

oscar gave his speech first, though, it was just him thanking the team, andrea, zak, and lando, and how he was grateful for all their help in hungary and baku especially.

then, it was lando's turn.

"i think, oscar summed it up pretty well, actually. nothing left for me to say."

people laughed.

"um, yeah, no, i'm really thankful for all the hardwork that every person in this room has done. i mean, like oscar said, it wouldn't have been possible with any of y'all. our wins are yours, because really, we just go out and drive. everything else is all you," he said, gesturing to the room full of people.

"and, while i am so happy to be able to work with all of you, i really need to give special mentions to andrea, zak, oscar, jon, my mechanics, my wife-"

the crowd burst out in teasing "ooohs" and lando slapped a hand over his eyes as he laughed.

"we're not married yet. i keep doing that. we're not married yet. besides, when we get married, i'd call all of you. most of you. some. no, all." lando broke off again, as the crowd laughed.

he turned towards his girlfriend, and said, "babe, i've made a commitment now. we gotta have a huge wedding,"

everyone laughed again, including you.

"i'm gonna go bankrupt with so many people at the wedding,"

people continued laughing.

"how about this, the reception would be from mclaren?" zak said, wrapping an arm around lando's shoulders as he laughed.

"oh, how nice of you, zak,"

"no! it's gonna be all papaya! i'm not getting married in papaya colours!" you shouted from the side, smiling.

"huh? it's gonna be all papaya? well, babe, we gotta make sacrifices here," lando said.

the laughs of everyone mixed together, and eventually, lando composed himself enough to continue his speech.

3. ˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆.✧˚.

max was streaming on twitch. he wasn't doing anything in particular, really. he was just there, chatting with the chat, but mostly talking to lando who was sprawled on the bed behind him.

niran was on his way to max's apartment, and max and lando were just patiently waiting for their friend.

max began reading some of the comments in the chat, and responding, when one of them caught his eye.

"who is lando texting so angrily?" max read out loud. he turned and looked at his friend, who was still quickly typing on his phone.

"mate, who are you texting?" max asked, watching lando's concentrated face.

"the wifey," lando mumbled.

immediately, max turned to the chat and said, "he's not married! he's a dumbass who gets words mixed up! they're still only dating!"

"huh?" lando looked up, confused.

"you called her your wife." max explained.

lando groaned, "it keeps happening, i don't even know why,"

"right, cause that makes so much sense. what are you fighting with her about anyway?" he asked.

lando looked at his friend, confused, "we're not fighting,"

"then why do you look so mad?"

"do i? we were just planning our trip next month, and i was focused on that," lando revealed.

"that makes sense. do y'all fight though?"

lando's attention was back at his phone as he began typing again, "no. i do something stupid, she yells at me, i apologise,"

"what if she does something stupid?" max asked.

lando looked up from his phone, and the two best friends stare at each other for a few seconds before they burst out laughing. lando rolled on the bed as he laughed, and max fell off his chair.

the chat buzzed, trying to figure out what was so funny, but max and lando couldn't stop laughing.

"what if she does something stupid? oh, max, that was the funniest shit you've ever said," lando laughed.

"i knew it the moment i said it," max responded through his laughter.

"the only stupid thing she does is me," lando said, calming down a little.

"oh, for fuck's sake, lando!" max yelled at him, making him dissolve into laughter again.

+

˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆.✧˚.

lando was sweating, his cap on his head was hiding the mess that his curls had become. he ran a hand through his face to wipe off the excess sweat as he paid attention to the question.

"so, lando, first pole position of the season in the very first race. how do you feel about that?" the interviewer asked.

"um, i mean, i feel good about it, obviously. seems like a good start, honestly, and the car is working beautifully, so i have no complaints there. it all just comes down to me, really," he said, grabbing his water bottle.

"that's good to here. do you think you'll be able to win tomorrow?"

"that's- uh, that's hard to say. i mean, we've got competition from both ferraris, and then there's max and george, who are also excellent drivers, so its hard to say. our goal for today was a pole, and our goal for tomorrow is a podium, if not a win,"

"right. and, who do we have with you as a support for the first race of the season?" the interviewer took a lighter tone, and lando immediately smiled.

"i've got my family here, a few of my friends who could come down here, and i've got my girlfriend," he responded.

"that's beauti-"

"no, wait. my wife. my girlfriend. no, my wife, my wife. i've been so used to calling her my girlfriend in public and my wife in my head that i keep getting them mixed up," lando laughed, holding his left hand up where his wedding ring glimmered.

"oh yes! you got married at the start of this year!"

"yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. finally married her, and then got her to sign the license. burned it the next day so there's no way she can divorce me now. we're stuck together for life," lando said, making the interviewer laugh.

"it's a beautiful wedding band," the interviewer complimented.

lando put his hand up again, showing the ring to the camera, "right? she picked it. she has amazing taste in stuff like this, i can't even tell you. she's just perfect, man,"

"alright, well, it's nice to see you in such good spirits! crush it tomorrow, yeah?" the interviewer said.

"for her? anything," lando said, scoffing, as if the mere thought of him not doing anything for his wife was just plain stupid.

the interviewer laughed again, as lando walked away.

𓇼🐚☾☼🦪

honestly, one of my favourite things i've ever written. i hope i've done justice to the prompt, anon! this is my prompt list, so y'all can select a number, give me a driver and i will write it as soon as possible! i also have a google form for a taglist if anyone's interested! you can sent in your requests here :)

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[chelseeebe]

bump n’ grind

a lil continuation to gimme a hand wherein our lovely reader helps eddie out after an embarrassing mistake.

18+ mdni. again, mostly just smut. maybe some angst towards the end i guessss. eddie munson x female reader.

eddie’s on cloud nine.

his head floating well above the pretty pink room he was currently in.

not entirely sure how he ended up here but also not at all angry about it. a night of rum and beer had lead him to this.

sarah.. savanna.. something, sits atop of his lap, bouncing off of his thighs like a jacked up rabbit.

he’s clawing at her back, trying and failing, to keep a steady grip on her wild body. appreciating the soft squeaks that left her mouth with every bounce.

and before he can really think about it enough to stop his mouth, he says it. wanting to dig his own grave the second his lips spread.

a long, drawn out iteration of your name.

she stops, immediately. breathless as she grips his shoulders, “what’d you say?”

his cock aches and his cheeks burn, any hope that she’d just ignore it and continue had flown out of the window, “what?” acting clueless, “i didn’t.. didn’t say anything.”

eddie knows full well what had slipped out of his loose lips, muscle memory from the embarrassing amount of times he had whined your name while imagining that it was your hand wrapped around his cock instead.

“you said somebody else’s name,” she frowns, sounding far too close to a possessive girlfriend rather than the one night stand that she actually was.

“did i? i don’t really remember.. does it matter?” with full sincerity, wondering if she was going to stay on his dick or climb off and throw him out.

“if i’m having sex with someone, i at least expect them to know my name,” she scowls, clambering from his lap to the empty space next to him.

“shit,” he mumbles, head in his hands, “fuck. i’m sorry,” sobering up instantly, embarrassed by his blunder.

she sighs, taking pity on his pathetic self, “is she your ex or something?” re-dressing herself with an old t-shirt, rightfully putting an end to their encounter.

“no..” eddie frowns, shaking his head, “she’s my.. my friend.”

best friend actually. making it all the more confusing and complicated. he’d spare her of all the gory details, for her sake.

“oh,” the girl gawps, stifling her laugh. “you should tell her,” leaning over to grab her phone, no doubt to tell all of her friends about eddie’s embarrassing freudian slip.

he’d deserve it.

-

eddie perches on the end of your bed, not daring to move any closer for fear of losing it and touching you like he dreamed of doing.

it had been four months, two weeks and five days since you’d jerked him off in that tiny bathroom.

not that he was counting.

and still nothing more had happened between you. a few instances where eddie had thought you were close but nothing of any real consequence.

nevertheless, a day hadn’t passed since where he hadn’t thought about it at least once.

he’s memorised every single frame of that video, all the times you pant and twist your hand. the exact second his phone falls onto the counter and the video changes to an image of the back of his head.

every. last. detail.

you jab your foot into his back, peering over your phone screen to frown at him, “what’s wrong with you?”

eddie sighs, letting his shoulders slump, still staring at the torn ac/dc poster he had ripped off the wall for you. it reminds him too much of times where things weren’t so complicated.

“i hooked up with someone the other day,” he states monotonously, uncaring anymore about telling you what had really happened.

“okay?” you jab him again, “why are you sad about that?” confusion echoing.

“i’m not sad.”

you sit up, the mattress shifting behind him, “then what the fuck’s your problem?” leaning forward to rest your chin on his shoulder, in that similar position you were in all those months ago.

sometimes he wishes you’d never touched him. that he had just settled with chrissy and you had never been an option. not that you really were now, still unobtainable, taunting and teasing him.

“i said your name,” he exhales in one big breath, “i said your name while i was having sex with her.”

his shoulders felt lighter now, despite you still resting on them. something about the relief of finally letting you know how he felt. embracing his stupidity.

“really?” your mouth falls open, “holy shit, that’s funny,” he can feel your hands creep up his back, sending shivers over his skin.

eddie shakes his head, at a loss for words. he could see how you’d find it funny, but he couldn’t see the humour in it himself. in fact, it was a marker for the absolute desperation he felt towards your new complex relationship. not only had you taken over all of his waking thoughts, but you’d somehow subliminally crept into his intoxicated mind thoo.

“what were you thinking about? when you said it,” you pry, head twisting around to look at him.

“you.”

“me?” you rasp, right into his ear. “what about me?” feeling your breath against his cheek, transporting him straight back to wayne’s cramped bathroom.

his eyes fall shut, like he’s in some humiliation ritual, getting off to the way you teased him so.

“that video.. that stupid video,” he whispers, tuned in to every twitch of your fingers on his back, your soft breaths in his ear.

“oh,” he can hear the smirk in your voice, unwilling to open his eyes to see it again, “is that it? just the video?”

he doesn’t understand why you’re asking so many questions. obviously enjoying the way he squirmed under your touch, antsy and reluctant to say anything.

“i was.. picturing you were her,” he squeezes out, blood rushing to not only his cheeks, but his cock too.

“aw,” you coo, hand sliding higher, “tell me how it felt,” voice thick with desire, fingers circling around his shaking shoulders.

“good..” his eyes squeeze together, feeling his jeans shift uncomfortably, “not as good as you did,” almost begging, pleading for it.

you hum, your other hand finding the top of his thigh, dangerously close to the tent in his jeans.

if you kept this up, he’d cum all over his fucking pants.

you squeeze the skin, a low grumble from yours lips, “what position were you in?”

oh god.

“w-why?” eddie chokes, seeing stars behind his eyelids.

“i just wanna know, eds.. so i can picture the scene.”

his head tilts back, allowing you the opportunity to creep into the crook of his neck, traces of your lips just barely touching the sensitive skin.

“please tell me,” you mumble, vibrating against his trachea, making his toes curl, grounding himself with the rough carpet.

“she was on top,” he spits, balling his fist around your blanket.

it didn’t feel real between his fingers, poorly substituting your body for the cotton.

“oh,” you shift, the bed frame creaking as you clamber into his lap, resting atop of his thighs. “like this?”

he doesn’t open his eyes. can’t, not without cumming his pants right there. but he can feel you, perched just below his crotch,

“what’d she do now? hmm?” dragging your nails down his chest, your fingers prod at his skin, forcing him to flop back against the mattress.

the space allows you to shuffle upwards, your cunt brushing against his aching cock, leaving him no choice but to turn into pure mush beneath you.

“fuck,” he breathes, daring a glance in hopes to keep the image ingrained in his mind forever.

your hips begin to grind against his crotch, groaning softly with your palms flat to his chest.

“you like that?” you purr, rocking back and forth on top for he rough denim of his jeans.

“i need you.. fuck, please,” he keens, fingertips so firmly pressed into your waist that they’d leave indentations for days.

you don’t respond, sighing softly as the friction between you grows stronger, cruel and twisted in the way you tease him.

he doesn’t understand what all of these almost-encounters mean. it’s like you want him but not fully. holding yourself back for the right moment or perhaps just trying to keep him going until somebody else came along.

his hands slide around to your ass, moving with every jerk and cant of your hips. gruff, frustrated sighs leave his mouth, mixing somewhere in the air with your whiny moans. need and urgency ricocheting around the walls of your room, yet neither one of you prepared to take it all the way.

“jesus eds, are you gonna cum?” you breathe, as much as this was for his benefit, you were getting off as well.

that alone makes this other worldly. even if he was doing absolutely none of the work, you were writhing and gasping just as he was.

it’s almost incomprehensible how much you using him to get off was frying his brain.

eddie was about to combust, the closeness of it all, so near and yet still so far apart. two layers of clothes felt like a million miles. finally brave enough to open his eyes, hoping to keep this image seared into his brain forever.

“yeah.. yeah i’m gonna cum,” he whines, jerking his hips up to meet yours, rocking against each other in perfect rhythm, “please.. oh fuck- fuckfuckfuck,” his cock positioned perfectly between your folds, covering your pajama shorts with your slick.

“good boy,” you breathe, fingers twisted into his shirt, tugging at the fabric, not letting up on your torturous grinding.

your tone is somewhere between mocking and sincere, but he doesn’t care. doesn’t have the brain capacity to if he’s honest.

his cock twitches against his boxers, hips shuddering into the air as an uncomfortable warmth overtakes his crotch.

“oh god.. shit,” the sudden realisation of the mess in his pants, how grotesquely down bad he was for you, hits all at once.

your lips curve, shuffling down to the top of his thighs. you don’t exchange words, just a sly glance that erupts into giggles. leaning down to peck his lips as your hands let go of their hold on his chest.

eddie’s hands don’t move, gripping onto your hips, hoping you’ll stay there for the rest of eternity. not only had he cum in his pants, he had done so at a disturbingly fast rate. a few minutes of what was essentially dry humping had left him sticky and full of shame.

“are you ever gonna let me fuck you?” he asks, practically begging for your mercy, needing to know for his own sake.

he likes to think that if you said no, he’d be able to walk away with his dignity, to never let this embarrassing display for pathetic yearning happen again.

yet deep down, he also knows that that’ll never happen. you could string him along forever and ever and he’d never do a thing about it other than cherish the moments you let him touch you.

your laugh topples over, slinging your leg over his waist to kneel beside his lifeless body, “one day,” kneeing him softly in the side, “go get changed, i’m hungry,” climbing off of the mattress, disappearing from his eyesight.

his head flops back onto the bed, sweaty and exhausted, ignoring the feel of his boxers clinging to his skin and the inevitable wet patch seeping through to his jeans.

an insatiable churning in his stomach for more, for you.

but eddie is eddie, so instead of doing any of the things that he really wanted to do, he rolls off of your bed with a sigh, shimmying out of his jeans just as you’d asked him to.

[fushigujiro]

boyfriend!onyankopon loves watching you get ready. don’t matter for what, how, if it’s lazy or all out, he just loves watching the process of you getting ready for anything even your temper tantrums because your hair isn’t cooperating or you have nothing to wear (your closet is full as shit). he loves the makeup part the most. he watches intensely from start to finish, just quietly sitting like an obedient boy. he observes your style when you get to the dressing part and just admiring the small details you make to accessorize your outfit. his little fashionista baby (he swears you get the drip from him).

boyfriend!onyankopon just has to touch you. he can’t just not touch he wants to touch you, he needs to touch you. he loves touching you, simple as that. everytime you guys are home he wants you cuddling by him, on him, straddling his lap, to lay his head on your thighs, your chest, your arms- he wants to be in your skin and i’m also going to add that he loves smelling you. he thinks it’s a fetish but to be honest he can’t help it he loves your natural smell and the scent combo you use all the time, makes him wanna lick you…n sometimes he does randomly but you allow it

boyfriend!onyankopon is very intimidating from afar but as you both got closer and he became your man, he’s a big ass softy not only for you but small animals. (he’s a cat lover) you both have a pet kitty at home that he secretly acts like he’s not obsessed but lets kitty sleep with you guys at night, takes her out for errands, and gets her cute clothes. one time, in the middle of the night, 3 of you were in bed and you’re just resting your eyes while he thought you were sleeping and played with kitty on his lap. he was just softly cooing at her and humming until you heard him say “i love you two girls so much” his deep voice professed, softly petting the smaller girl that purred at his touch and love…a little did he know, you did too<3

boyfriend!onyankopon is so freaking sassy it’s actually ridiculous but i’ll get to that part soon. he loves to tease you. he can never go a full day without being “did i annoy her today? i need to do so before the day ends” it’s his mission to annoy or else he wouldn’t think he was an up to par man for you apart from other things that he knows he’s got down..multiple times *wink* but i digress. he teases you, will mock you, bother you, annoy you and it’s very irritating but adoring because it’s him. though, the thing is the second you tease him back he’s like a damn sass man and so childlike which brings me back to the beginning on why i said he’s so damn sassy. muthafucka will stay having his arms crossed, looking everywhere but you, will side eye you, roll his eyes, give attitude that’ll make you be like… “is this me right now? huh??” but if you make it up to him he’s grinning like a cheshire cat…just bad

boyfriend!onyankopon is a very laid back man. he’s very chill. he’s chill about you, he’s not obsessive- crazy obsessive at that, he lets you do you and he’s your personal cheerleader (we love to see it). he will always encourage you to do anything you wanna do but because i said he’s a laid back man doesn’t mean he won’t get protective over you. if a guy bumps into you he won’t hesitate to get in front and confront the man in his face. he doesn’t have to say too much, with how he speaks, his deep almost baritone voice and his low lidded but intense gaze is enough to turn a grown man into a baby and back off scared.

boyfriend!onyankopon loves taking pictures of you. yess he loves living in the moment but then again, he can live in it and remember it when he goes to his photo album that's named 'my pretty girl🤞🏾' and looks at all the pictures and videos he's took of you over the years. baby pictures ‘n videos he got from your family, pictures you asked him to take of you when you dressed up nd felt pretty, funny pictures you both laugh at as well as pictures you'd kill him for because they’re the off guard. you’ll forever see a phone in his, has flash on ( purposely) and will go up in your face, snap it and put it as his wall paper….he loves you so much

boyfriend!onyankopon will let you do anything to him. did I mention baby boy has a whole tattoo sleeve? looks so yummy on his buff arms but I digress for the nth time. he'll let you use washable multi color markers on his tattoos as when you get bored 'cuz you tend to use him as a "experiment" is how he'd put it. if you wanna do his makeup he'll huff and puff but he'll let you do it just so he can hear your pretty laugh and gaze at that beautiful smile. wanna put a soothing face mask on him? he's agreeing. he likes doing these things with you it creates beautiful memories with his girl. he enjoys the mask, the roller, gua sha- even you tweezing his eyebrows. he'll lay back with you straddling him, his big veiny hands rubbing up and down your thick thighs whilst his eyes are closed to just enjoy the moment of you blabbering nonsense with you doing his face and kitty coming on the bed to cuddle by his shoulder....he loves it here and never would dream wanting it to end.

꒰ note ꒱.....it's been 3 years of procrastination + writers block and lord have mercy it's been too long since i've wrote something but my life has been too much since then. after some motivation from my bf and the most help (from my bf<33) i'm back again! i'm open for requests to get more things out andddd just happy to be back<3 (thank you babe for everything)

[bloofairyfox]

𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙅𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣 (𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙤𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙤𝙣)

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: mentions of snakes

Note: this is so messy and is literally me just rambling, but my head was just filled with Jason Todd and I needed to get it out. So I apologize in advance to spelling errors and jumping from one topic to another

Dividers by: @cafekitsune & @saradika / @saradika-graphics

I feel like Jason has a habit of kinda softly flicking his nose when he laughs. Not a full on laugh, but kinda when he scoffs or huffs out a dry laugh (?)

Like he’ll hear someone say something stupid, or hear a mildly funny joke and he’ll huff out a laugh as he smirks and tries to cover it up with his hand, flicking his nose a bit

Adding to the laugh bit, Jason’s actual laugh is loud and insane. Like the type of laugh to pierce your ears, it’s so crazy he sounds like a hyena. And it’ll come out of nowhere too. He’ll be on his phone scrolling mindlessly and you’re sitting next to him minding your own business, doing your thing. then here comes Jason “Siren” Todd laughing at a dumb video he found and startling you.

He definitely snores and he snores like a dad, I’m so sorry yall

Jason doesn’t really care much for dressing himself up that much (not that he doesn’t try because he does), but I feel like he collects leather and bomber jackets sometimes. (he’ll even add little patches on them too)

He takes night walks to clear his head whenever he gets overwhelmed. He just throws on his headphones and goes, no destination or nothing.

I feel like he really likes taking night walks during autumn. Not too hot not too cold, but just cold enough to wear his favorite jackets.

Definitely has broken headphones/earphones

The screen on his phone is definitely cracked from all that fighting and jumping off of buildings. Like it genuinely is a hazard how cracked his screen is.

Jason strikes me as a person to keep his apartment moderately clean. Like he may have old bottles and scattered clothes around the house but not to the point where you can’t walk around and it stinks, you know what I mean?

I feel like since everything else in his life is messy he would want control over some part of it, and that would be his apartment, his space. It’s not perfect, but it’s his and it’s clean enough for him.

One night, when Jason was out on patrol, a little kid waved him down to talk to him. And being the kind hero that he is, he jumped down from the roof top and talked to the kid.

It was kinda obvious the kid was nervous, so he bent down to the kids level and spoke just a little bit softer to not be as intimidating.

As they talked for a bit, the kid told Jason to stay put and went somewhere to grab something. A few minutes later, Jason could hear many small footsteps and giggling coming around the corner, then he saw a group of kids from a nearby orphanage come running towards him, all beaming and in awe at Jason.

Jason had never received so many handmade gifts and hugs in his entire life.

Hangs out in public libraries a lot, reading any book that peaks his interest. You can usually find him in a kind of secluded part of the library, a little corner that no one really goes to but not too far away from people either.

I feel like Jason isn’t that bad of a cook. Like when he was younger, maybe Alfred taught him some recipes (maybe even taught him how to make his favorite dish) and he just learned from there. He still messes up from time to time, but he genuinely finds enjoyment in the art of cooking. Makes him feel more normal.

I’ve seen some people say that Jason is a dog or cat person, which I agree with. But may I present you with this…

Jason and snakes!

I feel like he really likes snakes idk why but he strikes me as a reptile kinda guy. He just thinks they’re cool and that snake names sound cool.

When Damian goes to art museums, Jason might tag along just because he doesn’t have anything to do that day. He does have to get through Damian being…Damian, but it beats being stuck in his small apartment all day. And plus the art work is nice to look at. (Damian won’t admit it but he appreciates the company)

Jason is a very complex person, that lives a dangerous life and can be reckless at times. But he still tries to find moments of normality whenever he can and holds on tight to it.

CLAP IF YOU LOVE JASON TODD 🫵🏾👏🏾

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[legandairy-horror]

Does anyone else feel a strange sort of dread waiting for new deltarune chapters?

It sounds crazy right? I admit it's a weird feeling for sure, and I'm not even 100% sure if dread is the right way to describe it. But as more info is revealed and the next chapter inevitably gets closer and closer to releasing I can't help but feel a strange sort of, melancholy? Longing? The only way I can describe it is "when you know the goodbye is coming". The strange somber feeling when you know you’re going to have to leave stuff behind, but aren't quite ready for it yet.

warning: words. Homestuck

In 3 months Chapter 1 will be 6 years old, and in 2 months Chapter 2 will be 3 years old. Deltarune is ostensibly in Early Access but this release schedule puts new chapters closer in time scale to whole sequals if anything, which they most assuredly are not trying to be. This has created a strange situation in the fanbase that I don't think I've ever truly seen anywhere else. One where, In the time between chapters It feels like everyone has had their own chance to decide what Deltarune is to them. To create their own version of this story, to write their own themes that they want to see explored, to imagine their own events and plot twists they want to see play out.

@lynxgriffin Paper Trail Comic Being an Alternate Story following off of chapter 1

@lilybug-02 The Chara Timeline Being one of many interpretations on the popular Asriel & Chara roommates headcannon.

@huecycles Andromeda Chapters being their interpretation on the full game

The innumerable Deltarune Theorists and analysts like HalfBreadChaos, Andrew Cunningham, Stuffed Alpaca, etc. etc.

@vyletbunni Deltatraveler being a whole ass fangame based around a chapter 2 meme that it has long since outlived

And that's kinda the thing isn't it? Once more deltarune comes out, a ton of these projects will just become outdated, it's an inevitability. So what will happen to them? will they become forgotten? maybe, maybe not, it's impossible to tell. but either way it feels kinda sad to think about yknow? that one day all the time and effort spent and all the memories made might one day just cease to exist.

There's a lot more I could say on this topic if given the chance but to keep this tumblr post from morphing into a 2 hour long video essay in text form let me leave off with this.

In the age of the internet and social media there will always be a fan of something. Nothing truly dies quite like it used to anymore, regardless of whatever influencers want you to believe. But that doesn't mean things stop changing, that there wasn't a past that has since been left behind. I'm a Homestuck fan. more specifically I'm a Late Homestuck fan, one who came in after the comic had already ended and it's peak in popularity was long behind it. The fandom's still around all these years later. But it'd be foolish to admit that, 8 years after the comics controversial end, the inescapable trend of new fans replacing old fans has left the fandom wholly disconnected from the monolith that it once was. the only remnants of which lie in decades old discourse and fanfiction. Like old relics of a long forgotten city, waiting to be excavated under a fine layer of dirt.

Before I close out here I just want to make it clear: I'm not saying that we should be trying to return to some nebulous "glorious past" that never really existed. I'm not trying to deride Toby Fox for not working in the sweatshop hard enough to produce more content™, or whatever you wanna try and spin-doctor this post into. It's just a thought that creeps into my head every now that I wanted to share, see if anyone feels the same, yknow?

Besides it's not all doom and gloom. For those of you OG Homestucks who read till the end. You remember Heinoustuck? Guidestuck? Nightfall? Fucking Ke$haStuck? yeah those are still going by the way! after years of inactivity they've now started back up again. some under new authors and some by the same author but still!

You could say a lot about that but to me at least, it makes me feels hopeful in a way. That, even if not everything will survive. we'll at least have some mementos to remember what came before.

[kangaracha]

QUEENMAKER | CHAPTER 28

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pairing chan x reader

genre ninth member au, angst, fluff, coming of age, social media, cancel culture, anxiety, depression, forbidden love,

summary To JYPE, the solution is simple; take the sole trainee that will not debut with your brand new girl group, and use her to replace the missing vocalist in your male group that insisted on starting as nine.

Unfortunately, to the fans and the members themselves, it isn't that simple.

status ongoing

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a/n if there's any random typing in here it's because i leant on the keyboard when my internet went out while trying to upload things, which was a harrowing experience when the internet from two seperate providers went out at the same time and considering the state of the world. anyway it's fine, australia is fine, carry on.

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Boxing Day dawns bright and cold and clear-headed, exactly the opposite of the sleepy fog that follows you through your morning routine and out the door, into the cars that will take you and every other idol you can think of to the large stadium that you'll perform in today.

"You're puffy," Changbin says as you stare out the window, watching the freeway slide by. You think he's going to pinch your cheek for a moment; but his hovering hand turns to his own hair instead, trying to ruffle the fringe he'd barely bothered to brush into its place. "Did you sleep?"

"A bit," you answer, and rub at your face with your hands even though you know it won't help. "It'll go away by the time we perform. Don't worry about it."

"You should keep it like that," Hyunjin says, twisting in his seat to get a good look at you. "It's cute."

"Cuter than Changbin?" you ask, making a heart next to your cheek. 

The sputtering and uproar from the seat next to you makes you smile, as does Hyunjin's returning nod. "The most cute," he promises in English, one syllable at a time. "I'm obsessed with you."

"But not with me?" Changbin asks, pouting.

Their conversation continues over your head, even when you smile and tune out, turning back to the window to steal a few more moments to wake yourself up. Sleep had eluded you for most of the night. You'd decided several hours ago that it was stupid, lying there and worrying about a single, tiny thing Minseo had said in passing, and in the light of morning your opinion is no different, but that hadn't changed a thing; when your chest locks up and your mind starts to spin, around and around past all of the possibilities it can come up with, there is just no way to sleep, and when you lie there and you realise that you have to get up in four hours, three hours, two-

Stop thinking about it. It wasn't so hard, in a car full of boys in the daytime, when there's so much else to see and do. It's even easier when you arrive and are plunged into the chaos of backstage, passing by dressing rooms and last-minute rehearsals and meetings between friends in the hallways, all around the teams of staff that run back and forth, ensuring that the day really will go on as planned. There's so much else to think about then, so many things lying ahead of you before you even get on stage, that you get caught right up in the whirlwind of it, forgetting that you were ever tired or worried about anything, or even that your body still hurts from the week before.

It feels like you blink and you are walking down a hallway towards the place Skijigi have chosen to film with Midnight; a bright, open atrium, against a temporary wall of black barriers. Nothing to distract viewers from the facing, no chance of accidentally catching another group in the corner of the video. No way to keep the eagle-eyes of fans away from you, whether or not you still remember the choreography you learned all the way back in May.

Chan's fingers squeeze your wrist as you walk together, letting go again just as subtly as he'd picked it up. You look at him questioningly, and find, not for the first time today, yourself wondering how he looks so good when he has slept just as little as you.

"Okay?" he asks, and doesn't elaborate to any of the ears listening around you.

For that, you're grateful, even as you only give him a tight nod and an acerbic reply that is only half as funny as it's supposed to be. He smiles in pity at your bad joke. You step around the corner first to save yourself the embarrassment of it.

"Y/Nnie!" Minseo's smiling face greets you as soon as you step into view, her strong arms dragging you into a hug. Her embrace is warm and welcoming, a familiar presence that you'd once spent every day with, thinking you would spend your life as sisters, of a kind. It's so distracting that for a moment, you didn't even notice Ellie standing by her shoulder. You see her when you draw away from Minseo, greeting Chan like he is an old friend; and it is like you'd summoned her just from the thought of her last night. The bright smile, the bubble of her voice, the slip of her tongue straight into casual Korean, as if she has known him her whole life...

You don't know what to grab onto, in the storm of emotion that starts its uneasy eddy in your chest. You focus instead on Minseo, drowning out the teasing joke that Ellie says to Chan with the sound of her voice instead.

"I really thought you wouldn't listen to me," Minseo is saying, regardless of whether you're listening or not. "Did you practice the dance last night too? Or do you actually trust me?"

"It was Christmas," you answer, examining the flush of her face and the mischief glinting in her eyes instead of anything in the rest of the room. "Of course I didn't practice. Do you think I'm crazy?"

"Yes," Minseo says, deadpan. "I'm glad you care about holidays now though. I still remember at least one Christmas where you wouldn't even come out to eat with me."

"We don't need to talk about that," you say quickly, because out of the corner of your eye, you can see Chan listening. "I've learnt from my mistakes."

"Have you?" Minseo questions teasingly, one arm looping around yours as you turn to join the others' conversation.

Ellie immediately notices your attention, breaking off whatever she was saying to Chan to give you a thousand-watt smile. "Y/N!" she greets you warmly. "It's so nice to see you. I feel like we haven't talked in a million years; I swear, I run into your boys at the company all the time, but you are so hard to find."

It's hard not to believe the knowing affection in her voice and the enthusiasm with which she greets you. Because it is all real, you have to remind yourself, and convince yourself to let go of the smile that she coaxes from you. The apprehension, the green-eyed envy and the missed futures you keep worrying about whenever you look at her...that's all in your head, not hers. "I'm usually there late and leaving late," you answer awkwardly, trying to smooth the tightness of your chest.

"And still locked in a studio all day," Ellie adds for you, as impertinent as ever. "Right?"

"Right," Minseo confirms, her tongue popping on the 'T'.

"We take her out sometimes," Chan puts in from his own corner, just barely glancing at you as he speaks. "We've been on a lot of schedules recently too."

"With your smash hits in Korea and Japan," Minseo says, squeezing your arm. "It's been nearly impossible to get a hold of any of you."

Ellie nods along emphatically. "I loved your performance in Back Door, by the way," she says directly to you, her hands clasped together in front of her. "Your dancing improved so much, and your voice is like, angelic."

You duck your head in thanks - and embarrassment. "Did you hear her solo song too?" Minseo asks, eagerly adding fuel to the fire. "That's my favourite."

"Oh, yeah!" Ellie gushes. "I play it all the time, seriously, it's one of my favourite songs."

"That was all 3racha," you say quickly, waving them towards Chan like you're passing off a crime. "I just sang it. They did all the real work."

Chan's smile is wicked, as he throws it right back to you. "It wouldn't have been the same song without all of your ideas though."

"Like, one…" you say, your voice fading off at the look he gives you. "Thank you, anyway. Shouldn't we be dancing?"

"We are supposed to be on a time limit," Ellie says smoothly. "What do you want to start with?"

For some reason, everyone looks at you. Their sudden attention kind of makes you want to crawl in a hole and die. You stiffen your shoulders and reply, "Midnight's first?"

"You're right, get it out of the way," Minseo jokes, nudging you playfully. She knows you too well; as does Chan, from the look that hides in the corner of his eye. 

"I don't know the choreo, so you'll have to run through it," he says as you break apart, each finding your own space.

"Y/N doesn't remember either." Minseo flashes you a smile designed to rile you up, ignorant of the way that your heart already skips and stutters uneasily in your chest. 

Still, all that comes over your face is the fire she's looking for. "At least I know some of it," you say, one hand tossing your hair over your shoulder. "I know you haven't even bothered to look at any of ours."

The retort delights her. "That's because I kill it in five moves, babe."

"You still can't sing though."

Minseo laughs at you, louder than is polite - and for a moment, you feel a flash of the old times in the JYP practice rooms, when it was just you and her in a corner, working for a dream that looked identical. It's almost a relief, a release of the pressure you've been building in your own chest, until you hear Ellie say, "I don't know whether it's for the better or worse that they were seperated," in an aside to Chan, her smile indulgent. "I don't know if Midnight would have survived this many big personalities. We keep getting in trouble as it is."

"Stray Kids wouldn't be the same without our Y/N," Chan replies evenly, his eyes very deliberately not turning to you. 

You resolve to ignore him in kind, keeping your focus on Minseo. "Show me how to dance then, genius," you say to her alone. She says something smart in reply, but you forget to mark the words, watching instead as Ellie starts to walk Chan through the chorus, one step at a time. It takes a moment for you to drag your eyes away and focus on what you're doing instead of the fears you're making up inside your head; if Minseo notices, she doesn't say anything, just waits for you to find the first position and summon up the scrap of memory you have of the rest of the dance.

You stumble through the first run. It itches at you, the irritation at your limbs for not remembering what they're supposed to do - especially when everyone else around you picks it up so smoothly, their bodies gliding from step to step with that innate skill of adapting and remembering that you just don't seem to possess. The second practice goes smoother, and the third and fourth that you run in the back while they aren't looking. The fifth is the best, shadowing Chan as he perfects it one last time.

He's the first one to mess up a recording, at least, even if you feel like a wooden soldier, hiding in the back. You resolve to loosen up for the next one when you watch it back - even though no one else says a word about it, you stand there, peering over Minseo's shoulder, and you stare at yourself and you think you've never seen something so awkward. It's almost bad enough to make you laugh, except that it's supposed to be posted online for all the vultures to see, and Ellie is right there on your left, every line of her body perfect-

Stop it, you tell yourself firmly, and set yourself to recording until the others decide that it is done. By then, you're just happy to be done with it, to let go of that choreography again and turn back to SKZ, the music that has become your comfort zone.

"You did a great job," Ellie says as you take a sip of water, her weight bouncing on her toes. "Considering how many songs you've learnt since you left us." 

You swallow slowly, stealing time to digest the words. "Thankyou," you say when you are ready. "You guys did a great job with it. I like the changes you've made."

"We couldn't do the kick anymore," she tells you wryly, struggling not to laugh. "I almost kicked Deiji in the face one too many times."

"Are you ready for Back Door?" you ask as a manager takes away your water, fixing your shirt and your hair and glancing around for the others. "I feel like we're running out of time."

"Probably," Ellie sighs, waving her hand in the air. "The time limit is just a suggestion, isn't it?"

"Not when we have soundcheck ten minutes after this," you quip, and watch her freeze mid-action, rethinking her stance.

"Maybe we should hurry," she suggests, making you huff a laugh. "You wouldn't want to miss that." Suddenly, she snaps to attention, standing up tall and straight on her feet. "I'm ready."

"I'm here, I'm here," Minseo puts in from the side, appearing next to her. "Give it to me. Let's go."

You're not really sure, thirty seconds later, how exactly you ended up teaching the steps while Chan stands to the side, offering suggestions. You would rate yourself by far the least qualified to be teaching anything - and yet somehow, you get the job done. The others do the rest, organising the formation and ending poses, and the 'doors' at the beginning, turning you and Chan to block the camera and reveal Midnight as a surprise.

It looks good when it's done. It even almost looks like you're having fun. 

Maybe you do need to relax.

"Thank you so much, guys," Ellie says when it is over, bowing to each of you in turn. "I know you've got to go straight away, but it was so cool to get to dance with you! I can't wait for these to go up."

"No, it's nothing," Chan replies, quicker than she can think of anything else to say. "Thank you for wanting to do a video with us."

"We really have to go," you say to him, unable to ignore the ushering hand of your manager from the sidelines anymore. "See you guys around the company?" 

Your eyes turn straight to Minseo, who is still wearing the biggest, most satisfied grin on her face. "Of course," she answers for both of them. "As if you could get rid of us."

"Good," you say, like you mean it, and wave goodbye as you are near dragged away, down the hall and off towards the stage for the next part in your long day. 

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[bengals-barnesbabe]

mrs. burrow blurb…

825 words for anyone wondering

◎ ｡ ﾟ ❁ ﾟ ｡ ◎ * You've been drooling at your phone for hours (10 minutes) just waiting for your stud of a husband to get home from practice.

All your social media has are pictures, videos and gifs of your man just owning his practice look- well his Bengals gear. But no one should look that damn good at work, unless they're getting paid to. And last time you checked he was getting paid to throw a ball and run away.

"Baby!"

You jolt up from the couch to the sound of Joe's voice coming in from the garage.

"Where are you gorgeous?"

"Living room!" You respond with a smile in your voice.

You see him before he sees you, of course considering he's 6 '4 and 220 lbs of fine ass man. He comes in decked out in his "lady killing" gray sweat shorts and a tie dye muscle shirt with his practice bag swung over his tan broad shoulders.

"Well don't you look comfy." He chuckles nodding at your current state of being wrapped in a blanket like a caterpillar in its cocoon.

You smile unwrapping yourself and standing to your much shorter stature, not that it's ever been a problem for him. "You look like you want every woman within 100 miles to start ovulating."

He snorts and rolls his eyes before pulling you into his arms for a strong yet soft, comforting hug.

"I missed you." He mumbles into your 3 day twist out.

"You smell heavenly, oh I missed you too." He pulls back a bit with a blush heating his cheeks.

You chuckle as he composes himself. "I don't know what's going on with you today, but I'm glad you're enjoying yourself."

Then dips his head to press his lips to yours. You hum sweetly into the kiss and rise to your tiptoes to reciprocate the gentle motions.

He pecks your lips once more before pulling back and smiling.

"I baked today." You beam.

His brows quirk up. "Oh yeah?" You nod and lead him to the kitchen. He sits at the counter as you place a cake plate in front of him, then lifts the translucent glass to reveal a sweet lemon Bundt cake.

"Wow."

You bite the bottom of your lip while cutting him a piece then handing it to him along with a fork.

"Thank you mamas." He says then takes a bite out of your homemade creation. You watch intently as he closes his eyes and throws his head back with a moan.

"Do you like it?"

"Oh yeah, fantastic. You did your thing baby." He responds, finishing the rest of his cake.

The joy you feel as the man you love cleans his plate is incomparable. Well you could compare it to the lust you feel when his body engulfs yours in any and every way.

Like when he walked in from an 8 hour practice looking like straight sex on legs. You'd never know how sexy a bleached buzz cut could be until he waltzed in that day.

There's nothing better than a man that just gets better with age.

"Babe?"

You shiver at the tone of his voice as he wakes you from your daydream. You lock eyes and let out a deep breath.

"Fuck, get me pregnant."

He steps down from the stool and smirks. "I think we already have that covered."

Still entranced in his beauty, you pout then feel a warmth around your midsection. You look down to see his hands rubbing on your bump, because you're 7 months pregnant. Which is why he said he was glad you were feeling better, because ever since your 3rd trimester started you've had more downs than anything.

"Babygirl must be having a quiet day if you somehow forgot about her." He jokes. You chuckle and place your hands on top of his.

"I didn't forget, I must've fallen asleep after baking. Then you walked in and I couldn't think of anything else." Then as if she was being summoned, your little girl starts to kick against his hands.

Joe kneels down and kisses your stomach. "I guess she was just trying to give her stunning mama a little break. Ain't that right Deya?"

"Deya?" You tilt your head amusingly.

"I've heard 'who dey' so much today, it's stuck in my head. I just wanted to try it out. What do you think?" He rose to his full height.

"Like Adeya Burrow? It's cute, we can put it on the list."

"Yeah?" He smiles. You nod.

"The list is getting pretty long though, we're gonna have to make a decision soon."

Your husband takes your hands in his and brings them up to kiss them. "We have time, but I think we have our two finalists."

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Turns out you didn't have as much time as you thought. At exactly 35 weeks, your twin girls Adeya and Ariel Burrow, were born. A surprise but the most loved and adored surprise they'd ever had.

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[enwoso]

changed | arsenal wfc x lionesses!reader

now i swear someone requested this but i literally can’t find the request in my inbox at all and i’m actually starting to think ive gone crazy and that i dreamt this request but anyways part two for hyper cause if i dreamt the request or not i loved it for what i can remember of it🙃

read hyper here

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it had been a few weeks since your chat with leah, and slowly your behaviour had started to change and not for the worse. but for the better!

it took a few more scoldings from leah and kim for doing  silly things like, putting food colouring in pelovas shampoo or folding over all the pages in emily's book she was reading or when kept interrupting steph when she was filming a thirty second clip for the media team it ending up taking the australian thirty minutes to film the video instead of a minute.

but after one to many sit downs with leah and kim something clicked in your head and your mischievous acts slowly stopped.

so much so that in the first few days when you hadn't pulled a joke on anyone, the arsenal girls were wondering if you were sick or if something drastic had happened.

the girls feeling on edge about not having to check over their stuff or checking over door handles incase you had gotten to them before they had.

“y/n are you sure your not sick, there’s no way you’ve just turned down kyra’s attempt to cause havoc again!”

“i’m a changed women stephy! that’s the old me!”

and while you were technically a changed women it was all because of that big goal you had looming over your head. that you wanted to reach.

getting to the euro 2025.

yeah you still pulled a small harmless joke like scaring alessia whenever she came around a corner but that was just banter plus her face every time you did it was priceless.

plus leah said you were allowed to have some fun!

"you've had a good session today y/n" kim complimented you as she sat down next to you in the changing room you busy taking off your boots, kim felt a lot more relaxed the past few weeks not having to look over her shoulder every time she took a step in the training ground.

"thanks kim" you smiled at the captain, "let's hope you have another masterclass this weekend ey?" she nudged you as a small laugh came from you as kim was bringing up your two goals you got last weekend in the league.

"i hope so" you shrugged, your mind wasn't really on the weekend as much as it should you were more concerned about if you were going to get the phone call tomorrow or not, which would determine where your family were having their summer holiday.

"you thinking about the getting the call up?" kim asked quietly knowing your head was clearly somewhere else due to your lack of chattiness, normally your teammates would have a hard time getting you to stop talking.

you hummed as you nodded, kim bumping her shoulder into yours. "you'll get the call up, there's been a massive improvement in you over the last few weeks y/n"

you looked up to kim, seeing a genuine look on her face, "i mean it, and not only on the pitch but off the pitch too!"

"gosh your full of compliments today kimmy! did you finally wake up on the right side of the bed" you joked as you watched kim roll her eyes a small scoff coming from her.

"anddd she back! there's the y/n i know!"

it was the next day and it was safe to say you hardly slept spending too long up thinking about what you would do if you didn't get the call up, all those extra sessions, all those days spent trying to change your behaviour would have been for nothing.

but also thinking about what you would do if you did get the call up, how happy you would be and how proud your family would be of you.

walking into the colony you were tired, you were dragging your feet as your walked. your body feeling tired and you hadn't even done anything today yet.

grabbing your usual breakfast and slouching down on a chair on the closest table. "heard anything yet?" you looked up to see leah raising her eyebrows at you. shaking your head you began to eat praying it would wake you up a little.

"the list doesn't get posted until 12 so—" you hummed along with whatever leah was saying before you along with the other who were sat on your table fell into your usual small talk.

"y/n! your phones ringing!" alessia tapped you on the shoulder, your eyes snapping to the phone screen an unknown number on the screen.

"well answer it then!" leah said quickly as you scrambled to answer. standing up and walking over to the stand in the hallway where you'd be able to hear whoever was calling better.

leah, along with beth, kim, lia and alessia were all looking trying to decipher what you were saying and what the scenario was.

"do you think she's got the call up?" beth whispered as leah was trying so hard to lip read what you were saying but was really having no luck as she hadn't a clue what you were saying.

"surely, she'd be a great addition to the squad for the euros" alessia pointed out as beth hummed, along with lia and kim nodding along.

"oh she'll be gutted if she doesn't get it" lia sighed as kim give a knowing look. while she was silently praying for you hoping that you would as she dread to think about your reaction if you didn't get it.

"will you shut up i'm trying to listen!" leah huffed as she scowl at the group before going back to try her lip reading again it feeling as though you'd been standing in that hallway on the phone for the last hour when in reality it had been probably less than ten minutes.

"how is she able to hear when there's a wall there-" alessia whispered in beth's direction as beth shrugged waving off what leah had just said.

"right act normal she coming back-" leah spoke fast turning her body back around to the position she was sat in when you left trying to make out that she hadn't just been intensely staring at the conversation you were having on the phone.

"oh no she doesn't look very happy-" lia whispered, you walking in a small frown on your face. as your shoulders were hanging low as you sighed sitting down in your original seat.

"oh- y/n i'm so sor—"

"I'M GOING TO THE EUROS BABY!" you cheered, your face changing in a split second from a frown to a big cheesy grin as the canteen when quiet for a minute as they all processed what you'd said.

the girls all jumped up hugging you and congratulating you as they told you how proud they were of you.

“what did sarina say?” beth asked as the celebrations calmed down and everyone had sat back down.

“she just said she’d seen how well i’ve been playing and she thinks i could be good option for a game changer at the euros” you said with the same smile, it not leaving your face and probably wouldn’t be for a long time.

leah sat listening to you as you recalled the phone call over to them, as she sat like a proud mother. "yes kiddo! switzerland won't know what has hit them!"

[ducksido]

Hello you incredible writer!!

So this has been stuck in my head for a while, and it's because of Eda Clawthorne from the Owl House and Lion from Steven Universe—

We're all aware of the hammerspace, the pocket dimension where you can store anything in it with infinite space and can pull stuff out of it like nothing!!

NOW! READER WITH A POCKET DIMENSION IN THE LAST PLACE PEOPLE EXPECT!! AND SOMEHOW PULLING GRIM OUT FROM BEHIND SOMEONE'S EARS!! thank you, love your writing, hydrate and eat plenty, and have a wonderful day you amazing writer!

Context: Yuu has a pocket dimension. Infinite space, infinite storage… but the access point? Oh, it's not a bag. Not a hat. Not a cloak. Not even a shoe. It’s something absurd. Something stupidly unexpected. Like... behind people’s ears. Yes. Grim was pulled out from behind someone’s ear. A whole raccoon-cat-fire demon. Just plucked like a card trick. NRC is traumatized. Let's begin.

Savanaclaw

Leona Kingscholar

"...The hell—YUU, DID YOU JUST PULL A WHOLE MONSTER OUT OF MY EAR?!" Sleepy lion prince is unamused. He jolts upright from his nap as you smugly tug Grim’s scruffy tail from behind his ear with a flourish and a “ta-da!” He’s too old for this nonsense. He glares. He growls. Grim is hissing. You’re giggling. Leona is rethinking his entire reality. “I’m never letting you near my ears again, herbivore. What else is in there? My pride?”

Ruggie Bucchi

“WHOAAAA! Is that, like—actual dimensional storage?! In your fingers??” He’s so impressed. Already scheming. Could he ask you to smuggle cafeteria desserts? Exam answers? “...Hey, hey, hey—pull a sandwich out next. Or a gumball machine. Or better—Jade's wallet!”

Jack Howl Visibly disturbed. He watches Grim emerge from your palm like some cursed magic trick and takes two full steps back.

“That’s… really not natural.” But he’s secretly a little jealous because damn that could be useful in a fight.

Octavinelle

Azul Ashengrotto

“Oh dear, oh dear… Yuu, have you perhaps considered the legal implications of housing sentient beings in subspace? What is your rental agreement with this Grim-creature?” Panicked. Scribbling contracts. Sweating through his gloves. He wants the power. He needs the power. He also fears the power. “How… how far does it go in there? You wouldn't happen to have my dignity stored in there from my overblot, would you?”

Jade Leech

“Ah… fascinating.” That smile? Too wide. He watches you yank Grim out from under his own fedora—that he was already wearing. “So your dimensional anchor is conceptual, not physical. Oh, what fun...” You are now a subject of experimentation. Run.

Floyd Leech

“SHRIMPY YOU GOT A WHOLE FRIDGE IN THERE?!” Immediately sticks his hand in behind your ear to fish something out. Gets stuck. Screams. Laughs. Demands you store him next. “I WANNA BE A BAG!! LET ME LIVE IN THERE TOO!”

Scarabia

Kalim Al-Asim

“WHOA!! That’s AMAZING!!” He’s clapping, excited, thinks it’s the funniest magic trick in existence. Wants you to pull out birthday cake from behind everyone’s head now. “Do me next! Do me next! Is there a camel in there?!”

Jamil Viper

“…I don’t even have the emotional energy to unpack this.” But then you pull Grim out of his shadow. His literal shadow. He lets out a sharp, “Nope,” turns around, and walks directly into a wall.

Heartslabyul

Riddle Rosehearts You bend down, gently tuck your fingers behind his neck, and pull Grim out like a magician with a dove. Riddle SCREECHES.

“YOU—HOW—THAT IS PROFOUNDLY ILLEGAL—!!” He starts citing school rules. There are no rules about pocket dimensions behind people's ears, and that's what terrifies him the most.

Trey Clover Amused. A bit concerned.

“So… do you clean it? Like… is it dusty in there? Do you have furniture? A vacuum?” He’s oddly fascinated by the logistics. Will probably ask to store his baking supplies in it.

Cater Diamond

“OMG—Yuu, that is SUCH a slay.” Immediately tries to get a video for Magicam. Wants to do collab illusions with you. “Pull out a party horn from Ace’s hoodie next. Or better—Ace himself!”

Deuce Spade

“WHAT IN THE SEVEN—YUU DID YOU JUST PULL A LIVING BEING OUT OF AIR—?!” He is spiraling. Frantically checking his own pockets. Patting down his clothes like he might have one too. “What if there’s a dimension in my shoes?! What if I AM a pocket dimension?!”

Ace Trappola

“Yo, is Grim even real or did you conjure him with Sleight of Hand?” You pull out his own homework from his sleeve. Ace is screaming. “YOU’RE THE REASON PROFESSOR TREIN KEEPS THINKING I CHEATED!”

Ignihyde

Idia Shroud You sneak up behind him during a dark moment in the lab, fingers raised like a claw. With a single motion, you pull Grim out of the ether above his keyboard.

“…Idia.exe has crashed. Blue screening.” He actually curls into a ball. You have ruined his ability to trust visual reality. “I KNEW YOU WERE THE FINAL BOSS.”

Ortho Shroud

“WOAH! You’ve got a Planck-folding pocket space? That’s SO cool! Can you store an entire mech in there?!” He now refers to you as “Living Storage.exe.” You are a scientific marvel.

Diasomnia

Malleus Draconia He loves it. Thinks it’s the most whimsical thing he’s ever seen.

“You plucked a gremlin from my collar. Delightful.” Now asks you to pull out objects at royal gatherings to amuse himself. Requests a chandelier next.

Lilia Vanrouge Cackling. Thinks it's hilarious.

“Back in my day, we stored things in real enchanted chests! None of this ear magic!” Will absolutely challenge you to a "who-can-hide-it-better" contest.

Silver Falls asleep while you're talking. You pull Grim out from under his blanket mid-nap. He wakes up mid-sentence.

“Is this a dream?”

Sebek Zigvolt

“UNHAND LORD MALLEUS’S EAR—!!” He is SCREAMING. You tug a coffee mug out from his coat sleeve. “WH—HOW—WHAT KIND OF DARK FAIRY TRICKERY—?!”

Bonus: Grim Himself

“STOP PULLIN’ ME OUTTA PEOPLE’S EARS, HENCHHUMAN!! I AIN’T A RABBIT!!” Too late. You're already pulling a whole lasagna pan out of Riddle’s shoes next. “...Okay wait, lemme back in—I forgot my snacks.”

[swizzlemynizzle]

Underneath the Noise - George Clarke

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Masterlist

Chapter 8: I’m Not Going Anywhere

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She wakes up on the sofa.

A blanket she doesn’t remember grabbing is tucked around her shoulders, and George is slouched in the armchair opposite, hoodie bunched under his head, one leg half off the footrest. His phone’s still in his hand. The screen’s gone dark.

It takes her a second to remember. The stream. The comments. The silence that followed.

And then him.

Showing up without asking. No theatrics. Just grounding hands and a steady voice in the dark.

Her throat feels raw, but not from crying. More like she’s been holding something in for too long and finally let go.

George stirs, blinking at the ceiling before his gaze flicks to her. “Hey.”

“Hi,” she croaks.

“You okay?”

She nods, slow. “Bit embarrassed.”

“Don’t be.”

He sits up, stretching one arm over the back of the chair. His voice is quiet, but sure. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

She shrugs. “Still feel like I cracked in front of a live audience.”

His brows pull together. “They don’t count.”

There’s a pause. Then, softer: “You scared me a bit.” She glances at him.

“I’ve seen you stressed,” he continues. “But last night—that was different.” His fingers tap absently against his leg. “I just kept thinking… I shouldn’t have let it get that far.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong either,” she says.

His eyes meet hers, something unreadable behind them. “Still.”

And maybe it’s nothing. Maybe it’s just residual adrenaline and sleep deprivation. But his voice sounds heavier than usual. Like seeing her like that—shaken, mute, unravelled—has unsettled something in him.

She clears her throat, attempting levity. “You planning on standing outside my flat every night just in case I freak out again?”

His mouth tugs up. “Was thinking of installing a panic button.”

“Very on brand. Streamer Emergency Services.” He grins, just for a second. But the softness lingers longer.

—-

A new message pops up on her phone.

Chaos Goblins


Chris:

just saw the clips from last night. who the hell do we need to fight


Bach:

name and address. I’ve got a shovel.


Hilly:

I’ve started writing a diss track


ATV:

I have an email drafted to Twitch. it’s just the word “ban” 500 times.


George:

she’s fine. I’m handling it.


Y/N:

I’m fine. really. appreciate you all. just need a day.

Chris privately messages her two minutes later:

Chris:
you don’t need to act chill for us. we’ve got you.

She lets the kettle click again before replying.

Y/N:
I know. thanks. also please don’t post a revenge video unless it’s tastefully edited and contains at least one slow-mo ferret montage.

His response is a ferret GIF and a heart.

—

By midday, they’re both at the boys flat.

She hadn’t planned on going, but George hadn’t exactly left room for debate. Just casually said, “We’ll grab food after,” like the past twelve hours hadn’t happened.

No one says anything at first—just the usual mess of filming prep, too many limbs and not enough cables. But she can feel it in the way the others glance over. Bach offers her the good chair. ATV hands her a water bottle already opened. Even Hilly, usually full gremlin mode, drops a quiet, “You alright?”

She nods. “Yeah. Just tired.”

Chris eyes her for a beat longer than usual. “If anyone gives you grief again, send them to me. I’ll unleash the hobbit memes at full force.”

“Please don’t,” she mutters, lips twitching.

George doesn’t say much. But he stays close. Not hovering—just quietly there. Their shoulders brush when they sit side by side. He hands her a mic before she can reach for it. Makes a face when she catches him glancing over.

And maybe no one else notices, but she does.

The way his tone softens when he addresses her during filming. How he nudges a snack toward her without saying a word. How he pauses before making a joke, like he’s checking the landing.

Like he’s still thinking about last night.

She is too.

Not just the bad parts. But the moment everything cracked and someone stepped in—not to fix it, but just to sit with her in the quiet and say I see you. I’m not going anywhere.

And for the first time since the bingo night, the knot in her chest starts to loosen.

Just a little.

But enough.

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Taglist

@madforgeorge

@wherethezoes-at

@sundarksposts

@clarkey4life

@edgyficuselastica

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Next part incoming back to back posts - happy Easter to those who celebrate 💛💛

[rottenmeatsack]

Girls on Film || Boothill x AFAB Reader (NSFW)

Prompt || The life of a galaxy ranger is one where you work alone, so Boothill wants a little something to keep him company on the lonely nights (Can be considered a continuation of Phone Call) - NSFW UNDER THE CUT / MINORS DNI

Warnings: Filming during sex, masturbation, penetrative sex, general weird cyborg anatomy (again), AFAB reader so she/her is used once again, slight belly bulge reference but nothing extreme, creampies yet again, I’m sorry all I write is Boothill so far 3 Duran Duran if ur out there I’m so sorry I used ur song to title my freaky robot smut forgive me.

***

Boothill is lucky to find shelter.

Tracking down the scumbags of the universe comes easy to him, but it’s only at the end of the hunt when he could finally find some rest.

As a Galaxy Ranger, he knows that he should be thankful for any place he can lay his head down, although this body of his no longer tires. It doesn’t sleep, it doesn’t need to eat, and it certainly doesn’t need a bed to rest in. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t indulge, this is a luxury and he knows it. 

So he truly relaxes when he finds some shabby motel to hole up in for the night, the bed is nothing to brag about but it does the job when Boothill sits back and kicks his heels up. Although deep down maybe he’s grown spoiled, because he notices how the bed creaks underneath his weight and it makes his nose wrinkle. He knows there’s somewhere else— someone, else —he’d much rather be giving his company too right now. 

“Her bed is always comfier,” he mutters, but it doesn’t matter, it’s one of those lonely nights and he’s itching for just a taste of luxury again. He reclines back on the mattress that dips beneath his metal’s weight, his hand reaching into the pocket of his chaps and prying out his red-cased cellphone. In this new life there are only a handful of things that truly give Boothill the warmth of the living again, the burning taste that comes from whiskey, the acrid smoking scent of gunpowder, and most of all the special companionship from another person’s body.

He mutters her name as he unlocks his phone, the blank screen coming to life and illuminating the mostly-dim motel room. He can’t help but grin as he opens his albums, and in that moment he misses her more than anything.

He can’t say he has a home to come back to, but if he had to say he’d call that girl of his the closest thing to it.

Although he’s left her behind for days now, the path of a Galaxy Ranger is one walked alone, he couldn’t take her with him even if he wanted. It would be selfish of him to even think of it. She has her own life, her own career, her own cozy home— and it makes Boothill jealous in a way, because while her door was always open to him he couldn’t dream of settling down with her. Not when he had this path to walk. 

The separate roads they take doesn’t stop him from indulging in the luxury of her warmth, and on these lonely nights where his only company isn’t her but instead the stars, he likes to remember her— and yearn for her. 

He opens a certain album on his phone, it’s only unlabelled like the rest of them, but he knows it’s the one he’s looking for when he sees her smiling face looking back at him. Her ___ eyes gaze at him tenderly through the phone screen. There had to be dozens of photos of her by now, taken by him, sent by her, it didn’t matter so long as he got to keep them. He stops, finally finding the one video he was looking for, “There it is.” he murmurs, his thumb pressing down on the small thumbnail, when he releases it the video expands to full-size and fills the screen. It automatically starts playing without him so much as pressing anything else.

-

The camera-work is amateurish, shaky at best, but it does the job. When the blurry lens finally fixes on her face, her skin is flush with sweat pebbling above her brow. She’s entirely bare, for a second the shaky camera’s hold catches a glimpse of her clothes on the floor before the camera focuses on her and only her once again. She looks at the camera, her gaze flickering down to the ground for only a moment before turning up to the person holding the phone itself— she smiles at Boothill. “It’s still a little embarrassing.” she admits, but she leans back against the bed and spreads her legs. “But I don’t mind, if you want to keep recording,” she says, tucking one hand underneath her knee and raising one of her thighs up to her chest.

The camera focuses on her dripping cunt, she’s already soaked, it’s obvious that they’ve already been going at it for a while before she reaches her free hand down and spreads her pussy apart, revealing her hot and wet hole to the camera. Although her bashful expression is still caught on film, her eyes are unable to stay locked with the phone as she glances away.

From just out of frame Boothill’s own hand reaches in from behind the phone and traces along her jaw, she leans into his palm, resting her cheek in his touch while his thumb traces along her bottom lip. She gives the digit a brief kiss, before his thumb slips into her mouth and pressed down on her tongue. She closes her mouth around the intruding metal, “You spoil me too dang much,” Boothill’s static-laced voice says from the film. "You sure, baby?" he asks, and she nods her head, giving a little "Mhmm," in turn.

He shifts his weight on the bed, and presses his cock up into her dripping pussy. He rubs it against her for a moment, grinding the fat underside against her swollen clit all while catching it on camera. The way he thrusts his hips up against her is slow and languid, he takes his time as he adjusts himself with his one free hand, pressing the tip just slightly against her wet hole. He makes sure to savor every inch sliding into her warm cunt, slowly but surely stretching her around the thick girth of his modded-cock. She cries out around his thumb in her mouth, her head tilting back into the sheets beneath her as she’s overwhelmed with the dull burn of being filled all over again.

Whatever patience Boothill had disappears, he immediately begins a vicious pace of fucking her into her own bed. Her body rocks up and down, the sound of metal hitting flesh mixing with her soft little moans and the bed creaking, all emphasized by the bed frame groaning in protest.

-

In the motel room Boothill’s chaps are opened, it’s haphazard and sloppy, but it’s enough for him to slip his cock out and immediately begin pumping it desperately. His metal hands aren’t comfortable, but they’re warm enough that if he tries to keep his focus on his phone in front of him he just might be able to finish. His eyes are trained on the screen, his lips curled as he grunts and groans along with the audio coming from the speakers. He’s watching himself fuck her all over again, and he can’t tear his gaze away from their joining. Watching and remembering the way it felt to fill her cunt up with his fat cock had him drooling, and by the Aeons, he could see the slight swell in her navel from how far he reached— he groans, the hand between his legs increasing its furious pace while the other grips his phone a little tighter.

-

She’s crying out, her sweat slick body bucking up into his hips just as desperately as he’s driving her down into the sheets. Her thighs tremble and twitch, hands uselessly clutching onto anything they could before Boothill’s free hand— the one not recording —reaches down and grabs her thigh, making it join the other against her chest as he begins to drive into her with everything he had. She’s a wreck, hair splayed out beneath her while Boothill relentlessly pounds her poor but well-loved cunt. “Fudge, you’re so pretty.” He says in the recording, although it’s nearly buried under the grunts and groans that fill the room. “So, so pretty, baby.” 

“Mmfh— Ohh—” she slurs her words around his thumb, he slips it out of her mouth and runs the spit-soaked metal over her bottom lip. “I’m gonna— cu— cum—” she pleads, and Boothill responds by giving her a hard slap of his waist against hers, making her whine as their hips are pressed flush against the other. “Right here is where you like it, right?” he mumbles almost to himself, tilting his hips and driving deep until he’s sure he’s slamming into her g-spot. Her eyes go wide before she’s tossing her head back into the pillows, chest pushing out and towards the camera while she cries out from his relentless pace. He lets go of her thigh only to press his palm flat against the bulge that’s pressing up against her navel, he can feel himself through her tender  flesh and her hips jolt and she screams through her teeth. 

Boothill continues to fuck her through her orgasm, now desperately chasing his own to the point the camera shakes near violently until he has a better grip on his phone. He curses— at least he tries too, tracing the shape of himself through her navel before his hips still against her own. He presses as deep as he can, muttering censored curses thanks to his synesthesia beacon, but before he knows it he’s filling her up until she’s absolutely dripping from the seams. Streaks of blue translucent fluid begin to drip out of her stuffed cunt, until Boothill pulls his slick cock out of her now open hole with an especially wet ‘pop’. She gasps as each inch drags out of her, groaning when he finally slips out.

Her hips are twitching in the aftermath of her orgasm, and it doesn’t take long before his cum spills out of her and stains her bed sheets. He reaches down between her stained thighs, using his thumb to spread her pussy apart and she whimpers at the contact. He focuses the camera on her fucked-out cunt, making sure to catch every second that his cum drips out of her in thick globs. He runs his metal digits over a thick strand that spills out of her, only to press it back inside with his middle and index fingers. 

- The video ends just as Boothill does, his phone is thrown aside while he continues rutting up into his hand. It’s messy, the blue fluid running down his fingers and staining his own navel, but he doesn’t care in the moment so long as he can chase that fleeting high. He drops into the bed with a huff, the heat in the room is suffocating but he’s sure that’s his own systems being near overload. He uselessly thrusts his hips up into the air, wishing that it was her that he was fucking this desperately and not his own hand. He can almost taste her warmth on his tongue all over again, the idea making him groan before his hips drop into the bed and he’s left in his own mess.

It takes him a moment, but when he finally comes down from his high he finds himself slack in bed with his cock limp against his lower-stomach plating. He'll have to clean himself off later but right now all he cares about is how good this shitty motel-bed feels, there's a bang on the wall behind him, whoever is neighbor is in this rundown lodging is surely going to complain about the noise coming from Boothill's rented out room. Boothill could care less, he lays in bed with his eyes closed and his phone laid by his side. The video plays on repeat automatically, "It's still a little embarrassing," he can hear her voice from the speakers again. That soft, sweet, voice of hers.

“Fudge,” he breathes out in between ragged panting breaths, face red with blush and his cables buzzing with heat that still had not been dispelled from his frame. “I need to pay her a visit again.”

[ticifics]

Cherry Lips

Peter Maximoff x f!reader

Summary: In which Peter can't look away from your mouth

Warnings: fluffy, suggestive, est. relationship, no use of y/n

A/N: This was completely based on a video I saw (unfortunately I didn't save it), I could only imagine oh my god, this is sooo Peter. And one of the most liked comments was: this can only be very good, because if it was bad, it would have happened to me already. and this is so real, I really need to stop opening the comments (dramatic sighs)

It was almost criminal, the way you messed with Peter. Sitting side by side on one of those high-backed diner booths, he had a perfect view of you—which should have been a bonus, but was proving to be more of a punishment. You were distracted, holding the most ridiculous milkshake he had ever seen, complete with syrup, sprinkles, whipped cream, and a cherry on top. But that wasn’t what held his attention. Not at all.

Peter’s dark eyes were fixed on you. More precisely, on your mouth.

He tried to look away, to focus on anything else—the blinking neon from the jukebox, the sound of some classic rock playing in the background, or even the waiter walking by with a tray full of fries. Nothing worked. Not when you parted your lips around the straw, or when the tip of your tongue flicked out, barely visible, to taste the bit of whipped cream that had escaped.

The effect you had on him was insane. Peter knew he should say something, break the silence before it became painfully obvious how desperately lost he was in every little detail of you. But how was he supposed to act normal when everything about you felt like an invitation? He wasn’t made of steel, after all.

"Are you gonna tell me what's going on in that head of yours, or just keep staring at me like a cute psychopath?" you asked, raising an eyebrow with an amused smile while stirring the milkshake topping with your straw.

Peter let out a short laugh, running a hand through his silver hair, messing up the already unruly strands. "Cute psychopath? Wow. What an honor. But I prefer the term ‘charming admirer.’ Fits me better, don’t you think?"

You laughed, and he got even more lost in you, that sound echoing in a part of his mind that belonged only to you.

"Alright, charming admirer. Want some?" You pushed the milkshake toward him, your eyes sparkling with challenge.

He leaned in slightly, resting his elbows on the table, his expression turning thoughtful, dimples only adding to his natural charm. "Hmm… actually, I was thinking of something else."

Before you could ask what, Peter reached out and plucked the cherry from the top of the milkshake. He twirled it lightly between his fingers as if analyzing it.

"Did you know cherries are like… the universal symbol of something irresistible?"

"You just made that up," you replied, laughing, but leaning in slightly, curious about what he was up to.

"Maybe." He smiled in that signature way of his—half mischievous, half lovestruck—his dark eyes gleaming as he held the cherry out toward you, bringing it closer to your lips.

"But just to prove my point… try it," he murmured, his voice low and husky, as if keeping that moment just between the two of you was some sacred secret.

He held the cherry with an almost exaggerated gentleness, offering it to you. His dark eyes never left yours, but the closer you leaned in, the more they flickered down to your mouth. The intensity of it made the air around you feel heavier. He wasn’t even trying to hide how obsessed he was with your every movement.

And you knew it. Of course, you did. Still, you pretended not to notice, as if the only thing that mattered was the cherry he held just inches from your lips.

His lips curved into a lazy, teasing smile as you moved closer, hesitating just enough to make the moment even more charged. Your eyes locked onto his, and he thought he might have stopped breathing.

It was unbearable, the way your lips parted. You didn’t say a word, but that single movement felt like a perfectly crafted torment, made just for him. Peter felt his heart race, his stomach tighten. It was like you were reading his mind, like you knew exactly what kind of disaster you were causing by leaning in like that, your eyes shining, your mouth so close.

He couldn’t take it.

Just as your lips were about to brush against the cherry, Peter let it drop onto the table like it was completely irrelevant—and closed the distance between you in an instant.

His mouth crashed against yours with an intensity that made the world around you disappear. There was no hesitation, only urgency. The kiss wasn’t soft, wasn’t careful. It was hungry, like he had been holding this in for too long and simply couldn’t contain himself anymore.

His hand slid to your waist, firm and possessive, while the other rested on the back of the booth behind you, trapping you between him and the cushioned wood. His touch was warm, and the way he pulled you closer seemed to say everything he didn’t have the courage to put into words. Peter kissed you like it was the only thing that mattered, like everything in that moment depended on you being there with him.

You let out a small sound against his lips, and it only made him more desperate. The way he tilted his head, exploring every little movement, made it seem like he wanted to memorize every detail. His mouth was demanding, yet there was a hidden tenderness in it, as if, even in his urgency, he wanted to take care of you.

When he finally pulled away—just enough to look at you—Peter’s gaze was dark, heavy with something that felt both dangerous and so genuinely full of love that it made your chest tighten. His lips were parted, still flushed from the kiss, and his breath was ragged, almost as loud as the muffled sounds of the diner in the background.

For a second, neither of you spoke. You just stayed there, so close you could feel his breath against your skin, the heat of his body making it nearly impossible to think straight.

“That was…” you started, but your voice came out low, almost a whisper, which made the corner of his mouth curl into a satisfied smile.

“Necessary,” he finished, his voice rough and laced with humor, but there was something else there—something that said he would do it all over again without hesitation.

“Stealing kisses is a crime,” you said, but your voice was softer, like you weren’t really complaining.

“So is stealing hearts,” he replied, grinning, his dimples deeper than ever. “But luckily, I think you already gave me yours for free.”

You crossed your arms, pretending to be indignant, but the way he looked at you—like you were the only thing in the world that mattered—made any attempt to appear unaffected completely useless.

“You’re impossible,” you muttered, but the smile on your lips betrayed how lost you were in him.

“Impossibly irresistible,” he corrected, winking as he picked up the cherry and brought it to his mouth, holding it between his teeth. With an easy, almost lazy motion, he bit into the fruit, and the juice dripped onto his lips so effortlessly that you had to look away before the situation became even more dangerous.

He chewed slowly, savoring the cherry like it was a prize. His dimples appeared again when he smiled, the triumph so obvious that you couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m good at this,” he murmured, almost to himself, but the way his eyes stayed on you made it clear he knew exactly what he was doing.

“If by ‘this’ you mean being unbearable, then yes, congratulations,” you replied, biting your lip to keep from laughing as you looked away. But his hand was still on your waist, his fingers tracing small circles against your skin, and you knew that was the real problem. Because no matter how much you tried to hide it, you weren’t even close to resisting him.

And, frankly, Peter knew that too.

[scalefeathers]

Thinking once again about how Nobuo Uematsu and Masayoshi Soken are both completely amazing composers but in completely opposite directions let me explain

Disclaimer I am not a music theorist; most of music theory is black fucking magic to me. I barely know what a chord is and the circle of fifths makes me quake as though before an Elder God. I just really like both of their works and sometimes I have thoughts about things. Also this is all just my opinion, it's fine if you don't agree, etc.

So: Uematsu is first and foremost, in my opinion, an absolute master of melody. I believe it's what makes his work so iconic and makes so many of his pieces so instantly recognizable. The Final Fantasy theme, the chocobo theme, Dancing Mad, Vamo'alla Flamenco, fucking One-Winged Angel--Just from seeing those names, you've probably got one playing in your head already. You could start humming it right now. Maybe you are already.

And it makes perfect sense when you consider the era he was working in, because back in the 8-bit and 16-bit era, the melody was all you had. When you have such a tiny amount of storage space to work with, you can really play only one, maybe two notes at a time. You can't do anything that's layered, because you only have one layer to work with. I think that's why so much video game music from that era is so memorable and iconic. It's not just because you played so much Street Fighter II when you were a kid that the music is indelibly seared into your brain (though that probably doesn't hurt); it's also because Yoko Shimomura wrote really solid melodies that had nothing else competing for your aural attention (apart from the in-game sound effects, which are probably also seared into your memory). (Yoko Shimomura, btw, also composed the music for Final Fantasy XV, the entire Kingdom Hearts series, and like 50 other games over the past 40 years, another fucking icon).

But back to Uematsu: like I said, melodic genius. Even when his work is upscaled into full orchestral arrangements, that core melody is always front and center. And his affinity for melody makes even more sense when you consider that before he got into video game composing, he was writing commercial jingles. (Younger folks may not be aware, but there was a time when practically every product had to have its own theme song, and the best ones were short, snappy, and instantly memorable--and for that, again, you need a strong, simple melody. Ba da ba ba ba, I'm lovin' it.)

Compare: Soken. Soken only started at Square 12 years after Uematsu, which isn't that long in human terms (to me at least, cos I'm old), but it is a long fuckin' time in video game years. By the time he started composing for games, there was so much more you could do with game music in terms of layering, complexity, and sound, and you can tell from his work that he takes full advantage of that. His work is complex and dense, a rich layer cake of themes and motifs, all beautifully merging and weaving together, often to extraordinary effect.

And again, if you look at his pre-music career, it makes a lot of sense that he'd have that approach to music, because he first got into the games industry as a sound designer; I believe that he is the sound director for all the FFXIV expansions, as well as being the composer. So of course he'd be very aware of not just how a sound (or piece of music) works on its own, but of how it fits into the greater whole, and of how to layer and balance lots of different sounds to create something greater than the sum of its parts. And of course it makes sense that he'd bring that approach to his compositions as well.

As a consequence of this approach, though, his music often lacks the memorable melodies that characterize Uematsu's work. Like, I ground (grinded?) Dun Scaith a lot the last time it was on the Mogstone rotation, I know all the boss themes extremely well and can recognize each of them instantly. But if you asked me right now to hum one? I don't think I could. (This isn't a deficiency, to be clear; music doesn't need a prominent core melody in order to be good.)

And that's also not to say that all his music lacks iconic melodies. His vocal tracks, pretty much by definition, have to put a single melody front and center; and then on top of that (or rather, behind it), you have all that trademark Soken richness and depth. Which is probably also why his vocal tracks go so fucking hard.

I think that's also why, out of all the expansions, I like Heavensward's music the best. Most of Heavensward's score is written by Soken, but the main theme is Uematsu's, and you may notice it's basically a tasting menu of like 5 or 6 excellent, very recognizable melodies, one right after the other. And basically every piece on the Heavensward soundtrack incorporates one or more of these melodies. So it really does give you the best of both worlds, and gives the overall score a cohesion that I don't see as much with the other expansions.

TL;DR, Uematsu and Soken are both amazing composers with very different and complimentary styles that reflect their differing backgrounds and the different eras of games in which they have worked and I just think that's neat.

[ilysungho]

hiii could u do 20, & 70 with sungho?

a/n: tbh i thought of making a text post sorta thing but i'm going to have to play with it to really understand how to do it well, so phonecall it is! this is SUPER indulgent… so sorry (not sorry) about that 😅 and also, merry christmas to everyone who celebrates! <3 wc: 1.5k contains: dom?sungho x sub?reader, reader implied to have medium or bigger sized tits, voyeurism, marking, masturbation, phone sex, established relationship (bf/gf), use of nicknames, lowercase intended, prompts italicized

sungho lay his head on his crossed arms, with tired eyes looking sad. his phone sat upright on the desk of the dimly lit hotel room, talking to you in a soft voice.

“i miss you… i wanna be back home in your arms already.”

“i know baby i miss you too, but on the bright side there are only a couple days left of tour! you’ll be back in no time!”

a small smile formed on his lips at your enthusiasm, grateful to have such an understanding partner. tour had been going well but drained him physically and mentally. not to mention, it’d been months since he’d seen you. since he’d touched you. the expression got replaced by a pout now as he remembered the last kiss the two of you shared before he left for the airport.

“what happened my love? what’s making you sad now?” his ears perked at your concerned tone, mentally cursing himself for not being better at hiding his emotions. he didn’t want to worry you after all.

“nothing, i told you already. i miss you... do you miss me too?”

“of course i do silly, i’m always missing you.”

“well, what do you do when you miss me?”

“you know… look at your pictures, listen to your voice, watch videos of you. there’s plenty of those after all.” you giggled as you recall the latest reel that got posted on the group’s instagram, him babbling on about how good the food was backstage.

“i know, but is there anything else you do? i wanna know everything please.” the same pout returned on his lips, not satisfied with the answer you had given him.

“well i mean…" you started off, feeling nervous to say the truth, "i just… you know… actually no, nothing! just those!”

sungho sat up straight on the chair, leaning back and furrowing his eyebrows. the change in your vocal tone caught his attention, genuinely curious now to know what you’re so embarrassed about. “you started talking so finish the sentence love.”

your hands came up to your face on instinct, covering you as you whispered, “i just… touch myself…”

“i can’t hear you princess, can you speak up?” he smiled seeing your state, teasing you now despite having heard what you said. he silently thanked his luck for letting him win the single room for this tour stop.

you raised your voice a little, just enough to let him hear you through the blockade you put up. “i said that i t-touch... myself… while thinking about you…”

“so… you touch yourself to the thought of me…? i’d… like to see that in action, love.”

“n-now?!”

he raised his eyebrows and nodded, as if he was questioning why you didn’t immediately do as he said. you got flustered by his request but composed yourself before setting down your phone against your bed’s headboard and sitting a bit far so he could see your full body.

truth be told, the anticipation already turned on the both of you. the atmosphere changed in the two rooms as you bit your lips, your boyfriend copying the motion. he stared at you intently, not wanting to miss any moment.

you touched your body slowly, intentionally pressing harder so sungho could see your curves through your clothes. you imagined his soft yet strong hands doing so as you reached the hem of your shirt. well, the hem of his shirt.

his eyes never left the screen, not daring to blink as you lifted the top off of your body to reveal your lacy bra he gifted you on your anniversary. he made sure to spoil you whenever he got the chance, and the memories of your anniversary night flooded in through both your minds.

“you’re so beautiful…” blushing at his comment, your hands rubbed the sides of your waist, inching upwards to your chest. sungho’s breathing got heavy as you reached your back, unhooking and removing the pretty cloth. he bit his lower lip, letting out a soft moan seeing you half stripped. despite being so far from each other, you still had that effect on him, making you feel proud of yourself.

“how do you imagine me touching you love?” his question made you smile as one of your fingers reached for your mouth. coating it with saliva, you hissed as you put it in contact with your perky nipples. he licked his lips at the sight, imagining sucking your tits.

your hands played with your boobs, letting out soft moans and closing your eyes to imagine your hands as your boyfriend’s instead. you flicked and pinched them, just how his tongue and fingers would. your mouth reached down to suck on the skin, your hands helping you hold the flesh.

“fuck you’re so good for me…” sungho’s mouth parted as he watched you mark yourself. he never imagined you doing that to yourself but now he couldn’t get enough of it. you littered your chest with mutiple marks, grinding on the mattress below you during the last couple.

the whole time, sungho’s boner grew until it got uncomfortable to sit with his pants covering it. he moved the chair backwards, putting himself into view as he palmed his bulge. you opened your eyes to look at his changed position, moans escaping as you watched him.

“i wish i was with you… i wanna help you.” he nodded his head, agreeing with you. he too wanted to be there with you. to touch you. to kiss you. to love you.

you bit your lips as you teased him now. your thighs parted to show him where he could’ve been right now, and he groaned knowing exactly what you thought of. words didn’t matter anymore when every movement was able to communicate what the other feels and insists.

as if on cue, both of you removed your bottoms. he did so just enough to where his cock sprung out whole, while you removed everything to bare yourself naked to him. he threw his head back after seeing you, in awe of your beautiful body. sungho really was so lucky you were his…

he brought his head back, mumbling a “show me babe.” his hand wrapped around his dick while you rubbed your folds. both your hands got covered with precum, with both wishing it was the others’ instead. sungho pumped his cock at the same time as you circled your clit, both eliciting out sounds of pleasure for the other to hear.

no matter how good it felt, you kept your eyes open to watch sungho just as he had been doing. you watched how he stroked up and down his shaft, his thumb teasing the slit on his tip while he chanted your name. you grinded against your fingers, imagining rubbing yourself against your boyfriend length.

as lewd sounds escaped from the speakers, so did words of pleasure. sungho watched your fingers prodding at your hole, keeping his hand wrapped around his dick and staying still. “go on baby, finger yourself.”

“mm no i want you to fuck me.”

a grunt came from his throat as he watched you do as he said, in return thrusting into his fist to imitate him pounding into your pussy. if you were with him right now, he knows he would’ve been able to thrust up until your cervix. just the thought was enough to make him cum really.

he abused his cock, imagining it as your cunt as you twisted your fingers inside your hole, inching closer to your phone to show him your dripping pussy. you moaned about how good it felt, telling him to fuck you harder, and faster, and deeper (despite only being to reach as far in as your fingers can). the squelching noises drove him insane, responding to you every time in a deep, husky voice.

both of you were so close, panting while holding on to your release despite starting to feel tired. you whined as you felt the knot in your core threaten to untie, giving a signal to your boyfriend that you were about to cum. he fastened his pace then, cumming while gripping tighter as he tried to control where it spilled. you came at the same time, spilling your slick onto the bed he would be in soon.

the both of you looked up to see each others' eyes, sungho’s squinting into a big smile.

as if on cue, woonhak's voice rang through the main door. “hyung we’re going to have dinner now, come!”

“shit babe… i’ll talk to you later, i love you, you did so well for me.” he kissed the camera before ending the facetime.

both of you cleaned up your respective messes, sungho rather quickly due to his presence being needed soon. but you took your time, taking pictures of yourself to send to your boyfriend.

my love 💙: i’ll be honest, i also get off to the thought of you. 8:04pm - Read

y/n: [4 attachments sent] then just call me next time 🤍 8:15pm - Read