#so get booped back from my main instead

[have-you-seen-my-sanity]

Little bunny 2

Yandere William Afton/Steve Raglan x reader

Dead dove do not eat! - you will get exactly what's in the tags!

Tags: FNAF, mature themes, William Afton(That guy is a warning himself)

Note: This chapter is really only fluff, nothing else except William watching you.

The next day you got ready for your night shift at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. You've heard of the place before, you even knew what Animatronics there were. When you arrived you unlocked the entrance, stepped inside and looked around for a bit. The place was dusty, evidence of break ins are visible, and the place was spooky. As you walked to the office located in the middle of the building, you flipped the switch and the power turned on. You walked back to the dining area, wondering if the Animatronics are still there. There was a red button on the wall near Pirate Cove and you pushed it, the curtains of the stage were driven back, the three main Animatronics, Freddy, Bonnie and Chica were performing, then Pirate Cove's curtains were driven back and Foxy emerged, performing too.

"Cute." You giggled to yourself and pushed the button again, the Animatronics stopped performing and everything went silent once again. You then walked back into the office, you finished the 'welcome' tape and watched the security cameras.

unbeknown to you, you were being watched through a secret camera in the office.

William Afton watched you on his laptop at his home, just like he watched everyone else who had worked there.

After a while of watching the cameras, you began to get bored. Lucky for you, the chair you're sitting on is a spinny chair, so you spinned around a couple of times but that began to bore you too. Meanwhile William was expecting you to just sleep on your job just like the other night guards before you. But you stood up and walked around the building, you got curious and you walked up to the main stage, pushed the curtains back and looked at the three mains.

"Awh, she's getting curious. Sweet." William chuckled to himself as he continued to watch you.

You tapped Freddy's shoulder out of curiousness, then booped his snoot. You moved over to Bonnie and flicked a finger over his quitar, then moved over to Chica and patted her cupcake.

"Oh goddamn, what am I doing? I am behaving like a 5 year old." You laughed to yourself and slowly made your way back to the Office.

You rummaged around in your small backbag and got your sketchbook out. You started to draw the three main Animatronics.

William was kind of surprised that you were actually starting to draw instead of just sleeping like he expected you to be.

"Perhaps you really are different after all, bunny." he chuckled to himself again.

1AM

After you finished drawing, you looked at it, proud of yourself as you used every little ounce of silence there was to sink into your creativity to create this drawing of yours. But then you heard something...

You jumped, peeking out carefully from the office door, you saw nothing. You checked every security camera, nothing. The entrance is still locked up, no one would have made it inside unless unlocked.

Meanwhile William grinned from ear to ear at seeing how spooked you've got. "Now it's getting to entertainment..." he wished he could have been there to scare you himself...

You sighed, "Not on my watch."

Instead of following the dumb horror movie cliché, you simply closed the door again, pulling your phone out and reading something, not noticing how Freddy walked to the window beside the door, staring at you.

Thud...

You looked over, nearly jumping out of the chair as you saw Freddy Fazbear looking straight at you.

"What the...fuck...?" You held a hand to your chest, trying to calm yourself down. "Freddy?" At hearing his name, Freddy raised his eyebrows and tilting his head slightly to the side. You walked closer to the window, but not too close since you knew he could bash the window in and grab you, "What are you doing here?" You ask, thinking how stupid you might look like talking to a robot like a little child. Freddy then moved his hand to his face and booped his snoot with his index finger, just like you did a few minutes ago when you got bored. "How do you know I did that?" You asked, wondering if the Animatronics developed over time like a goddamn AI.

Freddy wiggled with his ears and made a laughing motion with his mouth, making you laugh a little bit. Then an Idea came into your mind.

You grabbed the drawing you made and showed it to Freddy, holding it close to his face. Freddy wiggled his hears even more and made his laughing motion again, closing his eyes then opening them again.

You were blushing at his movements, "Are...are you friendly?" You asked and Freddy nodded his head a little.

Thud...

You turned around to the other door of the office and saw Bonnie standing there just like Freddy was, staring at you through the glas. Bonnie tilted his head and wiggled his ears too just like Freddy did.

You walked over to Bonnie and showed him the drawing too, making him wiggle his ears again and close his eyes with the laughing motion too.

Then...

Everything went dark.

The lights went out, and you heard the doors automatically open again.

You realized the power went out, but you quickly went to the switch and flipped it again.

The lights went on again, but this time the doors were open, and Bonnie and Freddy were now inside your office!

You gasped at seeing them in the office. But they didn't make any sudden moves, instead both of them tilted their heads again and wiggled their ears a little, wondering if you were scared of them.

"Are you going to hurt me?" you asked them, and both of them shook their heads. No.

Then you saw Chica appear behind Freddy, who was standing in the door way just like Bonnie was. She raised her cupcake and patted it just like you did when you were at the stage.

Then...

"Dum, dum, dum, dum"

You got scared, it sounded like a robot singing, and then you noticed Foxy standing at the glas beside Bonnie in the door way. Foxy's mouth hanged open a little bit, like being surprised to see a guest here.

'Are they all going to rip me apart now?' You thought.

You walked a little closer to Foxy, but remembering you only drawed Freddy, Bonnie and Chica and not Foxy.

"I forgot to draw you Foxy." You said in a sad tone, seeing Foxy lower his hears and head slightly, as if being sad.

"But if you want I can do that." You suggested and Foxy instantly made a happier expression.

So you grabbed your sketchbook again and started drawing Foxy in the Pirate Cove while all the Animatronics were standing behind you and watched you drawing. After you were done you showed it to Foxy and he made the same ear wiggling, laughing motion and closed eye motion like Freddy and Bonnie.

Bonnie then extended his arms towards you, motioning a hug while looking at you. You knew he wanted to hug you. You hugged him.

Chica made the same, and so did you. You hugged her, then Freddy and then Foxy. You glanced at the clock on the wall,

2:30AM.

The rest of the night shift went by fast, the Animatronics keeping you company and you drawing them.

Soon it was 6AM and you hugged all the Animatronics again and saying goodbye to them. You got out and locked the entrance and made your way home.

William who watched everything on his laptop smiled, but it wasn't a friendly smile,

"Do you really think being friends with the Animatronics will save you now?" He chuckled,

"Think again, bunny... tomorrow will be a different show..

[lynnslittlelife]

Hi! Im really enjoying all of your works so far!💗 I was wondering if you could write something sweet for Diavolo with a little reader? Thank you so much! If not that’s totally okay too.💗

I'm happy you're liking my stories!!! I love writing these little space stories, so I'm really happy other people are liking them too! Dia is actually so sweet...underrated demon for sure.

Thank you for requesting <3 enjoy!!!

Word Count: 1,137

It was date night…well as close to date night as was possible of you and the King of the Devildom. You could feel yourself slipping a bit, but tried pushing it off for a while since you didn’t always get much time with your boyfriend. Sure, Lucifer and Barbados were there and they were well aware of your little space, but a meeting was going on. Now was not the time to be little! 

You weren’t able to pay attention anymore, and played with your food with the fork in your hand. The colors of the food were so silly! The greens and browns making a funny color and the cream of the others…maybe now was the time for an art project. You were so focused on making a little drawing with your food you didn’t hear everyone stop talking to look and see what you were doing. Lucifer looked like he knew it was time to go, and nodded once Diavolo waved him away. 

Lucifer stopped by you and patted your shoulder a couple times, and that got your attention. You looked up and saw Barbados trying to hide his laughter, and Dia was looking at you as if you were his whole world. It made you smile back, but then your small bit of big-brain was rearing its head. “I’m sorry daDIA!” You tried to catch yourself but it was too late. Instead it made a funny word, which made you and the two demons laugh. Even Barbados was laughing, which he didn’t do often. 

“I’ll be taking my leave, then, young master. We can discuss the meeting in the morning.” He waved at you and left, leaving you and Diavolo alone in the dining room. His head rested in his hand as he idly swung his fork in his hand, not caring much about the food anymore. You always were his main priority, but Barbados usually made him focus and discuss his duties as the king. 

“I sorry…I didn’t mean to…” You couldn’t think of the word, and started to feel bad for putting a halt to their meeting. You looked down at your masterpiece of food, and avoided eye contact with him. But it wouldn’t work for long, he always had a way to draw you to his eyes. Just as he did now. 

As silent as could be, he strolled over to look over your shoulder at your artwork. “It’s beautiful! It’s…a cat? And a house?” He tilted his head and looked deep in thought, trying to figure it out. That look always made you giggle, and you leaned up to pull him down so his head was on your shoulder. Even little, you knew your strength was no match for him. But he’d play along every time. 

“Nu uh! It us and the castle!” You pointed, and giggled even harder when he placed random kisses on your shoulder and neck. “Daddy! Stop it! It tickles!” But he did far from stop. Instead he picked you up with ease and cradled you to his side. You tried to get back at him, and place kisses where you could reach. 

“You deserve all the kisses I have to offer ten fold!” He held you out in front of him, and looked serious which only made you giggle more after hearing such an affectionate declaration. “But…I have a request for you.” He leaned forward and booped your nose with his and held it there. “Can you…call me that again?” 

Now you were just confused. “Daddy?” You pouted and said, “I calls you daddy all the time!” If you could cross your arms while he was holding you like this he would. Instead you pouted and waited for him to reply, mirroring his serious gaze to the best of your abilities with that pout still on your face. 

“No, no. Your little mistake. It was cute, I just want to hear it again.” He hummed and looked at you, waiting for you to remember. If you even did. He would sit there and wait for as long as it took, but the slip up was so cute and did still sound like his “name”. Both of them. A name he’d want to hear you say time and time again. 

“Uh…” You thought long and hard before making an “A-HAH!” Sound and smile as wide as you could “DaDia!” You laughed as he spun you around, laughing even louder than you somehow. It was so silly, but oh so cute. Just spinning around until you begin to feel dizzy. 

“That’s it! That’s what you should call me!” He stopped when you looked a little paler. “Oh! Sorry dear!” He sat right on the floor where you had spun just prior. “I got a little excited there!” He sat you in his lap, holding you firmly in his grasp. “Say it…just one more time?” This time he pouted childishly, which was extremely funny in this situation to you, so you laughed of course. “Pleeeeeease?” 

“DaDia! DaDia!” You laughed loudly, and he joined in as well. “I love my DaDia!” You reached for his face and made the smile he already had wider. Your laugh was like music to his ears and he reached for your face right back as you both made each other smile through the laughter. 

After a while, you were feeling tired and let out a big yawn. “Oh? Getting tired from all the fun we’ve been having?” He laid down there, right on the floor and pulled you on top of him. He closed his eyes and you giggled at how silly and fun he could be. “Sleep well, dear.” He faked snoring and you laughed. 

“Nooo! DaDia! Bed! Bed time!” Trying to tell him you wanna sleep in the bed as you laughed. You poked his face as he continued to “snore” and he opened one eye. 

“Oh? Morning already? There’s a lot we have to do today!” He sat up and winked at you, only to continue when you pouted, “I know, I know dear. I wouldn’t dare make you sleep on the floor.” He stood with ease, carrying you in his arms to your bedroom. “I suppose a nap won’t hurt, but not for too long! Don’t want you to stay awake all night before bed!” 

As you laid down, and he followed, he held you close. He was ready for a nap, himself. Even if he didn’t NEED to sleep, he wouldn’t miss cuddling with you for anything. Just as you liked it, he wrapped his wings around you to feel even closer to you. As he tended to do, he whispered a story to you until you fell asleep, and whispered your favorite words to hear from him as sleep overcame you. 

“I love you so much baby.” 

[lokisprettygirl]

Lose me to Love you (Loki x Female Reader) (AU) (18+)

Read Chapter 5 here // Series Masterlist

Chapter 6

Summary: Loki keeps hurting you and you aren't any better, while the killer that haunts your nightmare is on the loose, what will it take for Loki to finally realise that you two need to change?

Warning: 18+, Steamy stuff, Rough language, , manipulative behaviour, mention of trauma, smut, toxic relationship between main characters. Dark themes, cult stuff.

You were holding onto your mother's fingers tightly as she dragged you along with her to go see the master of the center. She was so excited you could tell, but your little steps were no match to her enthusiasm. You could see the man with long hair they all addressed as Master, he was wearing pure white clothes from top to bottom, there were two other men standing on each side of him, one with blonde hair and the other one had raven hair. They were both so tall that you had to crank your neck up to look at their faces

"Master, we are blessed that you chose us to be here" your father scoffed as your mother greeted the master by bowing down to his feet. She gestured to you to do the same but you denied making all of them chuckle, that's when you looked at him again- the man with the raven hair, he stuck his tongue out playfully, teasing you so you hid behind your mother. 

"Oh my dear, we have to talk in private regarding your health" Master said to your mom so she nodded "Thor, show the good man their humble abode while I continue the session with her" The blonde man named Thor smiled and he took your dad away to show him the room where you all will stay. 

"Loki, take the child away" Odin asked Loki.

"Yes father" he stepped towards you but you didn't want to go anywhere without your mommy so you clutched onto her, he bent down on his knees and placed his hand forward but you looked at mommy instead so she smiled at you 

"It's okay, you can trust him, he'll give you plenty of toys and chocolates, you want that right?" You nodded at the mention of the toys. You wanted so many toys. Daddy broke all the ones you had when he was angry.

"It's okay, come here, don't be scared" the man Loki smiled at you so you placed your hand in his and he started to walk you away"What's your name sweet girl?" He asked you so you looked at him, your free hand kept fiddling with your pigtails, you looked around and saw other kids running and playing, that made you happy.

"Its y/n" you mumbled so he smiled  "What's your name?" You asked him so he stopped walking suddenly and bent down on his knees in front of you.

"My name is Loki, do you want to be my friend?" He asked you so you nodded, he seemed nice and mommy said you could trust him.

"Lolo" you mumbled so he chuckled

"It's Loki darling" 

"Nooo lolo ..is beettter" your fingers played with his hair and he smiled again. 

"Lolo it is then huh? Then I shall call you sweet ..ummm.. sweet buttons" he said to you so you scrunched your face in confusion.

"Whyy?" 

"Because you're so sweet and look at that pretty nosey..cute as buttons" he booped your nose and it made you giggle in response. You had a new friend and you felt happy.

"Are you okay…y/n? Y/n? Babyy" you heard his voice as the darkness consumed you. He escaped, Odin had escaped, he was no longer chained between the walls of the asylum and you were no longer safe from him. Your eyes opened slowly and you found Loki's worried looking features right on top of you, you must have fainted so he had put you on the couch, you glanced at the tv but he had turned it off already.

"Come back to me.. you're okay sweetheart" he whispered softly as he wiped the sweat off your forehead.

"Loki…he ..Odin ..he is–" your lips trembled as you spoke but he shushed you up by placing his index finger on your lips.

"I know..I know okay? I'm here, no? I won't.. allow that piece of shit to even touch you..you hear me?" He said to you with such confidence that you wanted to believe him, but you knew Odin was a dangerous man who could hurt anyone to get what he wanted, even his own children. 

"I'm scared " you whimpered as your arms wrapped around his neck so he pulled you up and hugged you tightly. This is not what you two needed in life right now. Life has been running smooth lately, fucked up but smooth. 

Once you calmed down, he drove you to the set because you had to be there by hook or crook, they didn't care that some psychopathic killer was on loose, most of them didn't even know about the connections you two shared with the case. 

"Are you okay babe?" Peter asked you so you looked at him, he genuinely seemed concerned? It was a weird feeling and you didn't want another incident where you'd hurt someone or break someone's heart. You have done plenty of that in the past few years, all because of that one man who was breaking you every time he fucked someone else or whenever he didn't return your affection. 

"I'm fine, I'll be back" you excused yourself, you couldn't find Loki so you looked around for him, you needed him, you needed the safety of his arms, he was the only man that you knew could ever protect you or keep you safe. You couldn't find him anywhere so you decided to check the staff's bathroom but you heard the sound of people moaning as you passed by the broom's closet.

It wouldn't have taken a genius to put two and two together. You burst opened the door and found him fucking the hairdresser right against the wall, his jeans was pooled around his thighs, sculpted ass clenched as he was in the middle of a fuck sesh. She seemed embarrassed so she turned her face to the side, 

"You're such a whore" you glared at him but your eyes teared up because you felt frustrated by his callous behaviour.

"Fuck off y/n, where are your manners huh?" He smashed the door shut and you gasped in shock, for some reason you weren't expecting from him to tell you off like that. You were really contemplating before whether to mess with Peter or not but now you were going to do it just so you could hurt Loki.

"What the fuck, you said you two weren't a thing?" She asked him so he kissed her, he wasn't in the mood to play the nice guy at the moment.

"To be honest, it's none of your business. We aren't a thing either, you know that right?" 

"Yesss" she moaned as he slid his cock as deep as he could inside her cunt.

"So tell me darling, do you want to pretend that you have a conscience right now or you want me to continue fucking you until you're spent?" He whispered in her ear then he sucked harshly on her neck.

"Don't stop pleaseee" she moaned in response and that was enough of a consent for him.

"Atta girl" he snickered and like he promised he didn't stop until he had made them both satisfied. He wasn't trying to hurt you today, he didn't even want you to see him like this, that's why he brought her to this closet but she couldn't stop her loud moans and screams. Why were you even there ? Did you want to see him? 

"That was amazing" she mumbled as she fixed her hair but he didn't respond "Ask me out on a date, we can have so much fun together" she caressed his cheek with her fingernails. He couldn't help but chuckle as he zipped up his pants 

"Look I had fun, but that was it, can we not make a big deal out of this? Can I expect from you that you'd be a sane mature woman who wouldn't follow me around like a puppy from now on?" He asked her sternly, her eyes teared up because of the rudeness and it made him feel like a jerk but he has been like this for a while now, there was no going back to the man he used to be before his own father destroyed him slowly.

"Fuckk off" she stormed out of the closet and he snickered in response.

"I will" he yelled before he got out and used the bathroom to fix himself up. You still had to be here for hours and he was getting agitated, Steve told him that he'd come see them at night to discuss more about the situation and what they can do to keep you both safe. He was about to find you and probably hug you to calm you down but as he returned to the set, he found you kissing Peter. Unlike him, you weren't even being discreet about it. He didn't talk to you after that, he only glared at you and Peter, as the shoot finished and you went to your dressing room to change he approached Peter, he had to talk to him.

"You gotta stop kissing my girl" Peter chuckled as he heard Loki.

"Your girl? I thought you were like..her dad or something" Loki's jaw clenched so he grabbed Peter by the collar and shoved him against the wall.

"Look kid, don't fuck with me alright? I know you just want to mess with her so let me make one thing clear, the moment her precious tears are wasted on you I will end you right on the spot, they will never find you again" he snarled at Peter.

 "Are you seriously threatening me right now? Do you even know who I am?" Peter asked him as he tried to get out of his hold but it was futile.

"I don't care mate, just do what you're being told and when you're home tonight? Instead of jerking off to her pictures look us up on the web, you truly don't want to mess with me" 

He walked out after he said whatever he wanted to say, he knew he was being selfish but he can't allow you to leave, he can't allow you to have other men in your life, he didn't trust them, he couldn't bear the thought of you being hurt by them. He had vowed to protect you all his life and he'll cross all the limits to keep that promise.

You were waiting outside for him and he found you leaning against the car with your arms crossed.

"Where were you? Did you go for the second round?" You smirked and you could tell he was furious, he saw you kissing Peter afterall. As he reached closer he grabbed your chin between his fingers and made you look at him, you could feel his thumb digging into your flesh.

"Don't mess with me sweetheart, I warned you to not piss me off on purpose" 

"You can do whoever you want and I can't even kiss the boy I like?" You glared at him as you grabbed his hand to shove him away. He snickered and a mean smile made its way on his features.

"Like him? Funny huh. The only man you have ever lusted after is me, ain't that the truth? Am I wrong?" Your eyes teared up as he said that. You really wanted to hate him but you could never. You didn't know why but ever since you laid your eyes upon him you felt connected to him, it shouldn't have been like that, he was almost an adult and you were just a child then why did you get so obsessed with him that no other men or boys were able to catch your eyes or your heart again?

"We both know you don't feel anything for him, quit now, remember what happened to John right?" You got upset as he mentioned the name of your ex.

"Peter is not John, Loki, he doesn't care about me, he's not that sensitive..he's not a fool " you yelled at him and he laughed again.

"Oh I won't be so sure darling, you know you are so good at these games that you play, the way you trapped that poor sap, my my ..what a fucking fool he was" he intended to mock you as he said that.

"He was.. because he wasn't a heartless little bitch like you" he glared at you when you snapped at him. He knew all about what you did in the orphanage and the foster homes but he never cared to ask for the reason. 

"Get inside the car" you huffed as you didn't want to argue further, he took out his frustration by fucking his whores while you could only masturbate in the privacy of your room, that too if he was kind enough to allow you that, it was as if he always knew whenever you felt extremely horny so he tried his levels best to torture you as much as he could. 

As you reached home you went straight to your room so you could soak yourself in the warm bath. 

Everything that happened today shouldn't have happened, you often wondered what your life would have been like if you both were just ..Normal..you could have been just a happy couple, in love, but you knew he'd never love you. You didn't deserve it. 

"Enjoying?" You heard his voice so you turned your head to the side. He was shirtless, with just a sweatpants on that he was in the process of taking off as well.

"You have no boundaries" you said to him so he chuckled.

"Why did you keep the door open darling? If you didn't want me to come in why didn't you keep it closed like you should have?" 

"I forgot" you gulped as you watched him take his briefs off. How come he was hard when he fucked a woman just this evening?

"Do you want me to leave?" You looked at him as he walked towards you, his thumb brushed over your cheeks softly "You know I'll leave right? Want me to go sweetheart?" His voice was sweet as sugar. Say yes. Tell him to get the fuck out and take his giant cock with him, Ask him to shut the hell up for once. Tell him how manipulative he is, tell him what an asshole he is.

"Nooooo" you could barely whisper, he got inside the bubble bath as soon as you said that, the tub wasn't big enough for the two of you but he always managed, he sat on the other side and you continued to glare at him. As the warm water soothed his muscles he couldn't help but hum.

"Come here" he gestured with his index finger and like a doll who ran on batteries you scooted closer to him. Why couldn't you resist him for once? 

"You have been such a bad girl today" he whispered as he tucked your hair behind your ears, his fingers continued to massage your scalp and it made you moan in response.

"I was looking for you, I needed a hug" your eyes teared up so he sighed.

"I am here" 

"Now you are" 

"I'm always here, I get stressed too, sex is how i get rid of stress so I can take care of you, you know that" he whispered softly like he always did when he was trying to trap you into his words again so ultimately you'd end up feeling like the bad guy. Fuck me. You wanted to scream at him. Why won't he just take his stress out on you?

"You said you won't fuck her" 

"She won't bother you I promise" 

"And if she does?" 

"I'll teach her a lesson, you're not to be messed with under my protection" 

"Lesson? Like the ones you teach me?" Your arms wrapped around his neck and your words made him smirk.

"I do not teach you any lessons sweetheart. I only want to take care of you all my life and I can't do that if you won't be here with me" you melted in his arms as he said that. He always knew what to say.

"I'm here always" you mumbled as you kissed his forehead, one of his arms wrapped around your waist and he pulled you closer, your breasts pressed flat against his chest and it made you moan again.

"Apologise darling, you have been so mean and so mouthy, such dirty words came out of your sweet little lips" his thumb brushed against your lips and it made you shiver in his arms. And like a fool you obliged because deep down in your heart you knew you wanted to be the fool he played with whenever he wished to.

"I'm sorry daddyyy..I'm so sorry.. please forgive me" you whispered in his ear then you moved down so you could kiss on his neck. Your fingers trailed over the marks and bruises, you never understood why he was so covered in such harsh bruises after sex, it was as if he wanted them to hurt him on purpose. 

"Detective Steve will come to see us, get dressed properly okay?" You nodded as he said that in his no nonsense tone.

"I'm hungryyy daddy" you whined like a child so he cupped your cheeks and kissed your forehead.

"I'll feed you baby, what do you want to eat hmm?" He asked you softly so you thought about it. Was he on the menu? Definitely not. 

He didn't spend a minute longer after that, he wanted to make dinner for you all and as soon as he left you felt empty, so hollow, you always felt that way without him, those 8 years in the orphanage and several foster homes, you were surrounded by people but you always felt lonely, so fucking empty, that's how you felt with John. And Lucas and Jaden. They couldn't compare, they weren't him. 

As you stepped out of your room, your eyes glanced at the tv screen, he had kept the news channel on, they were showing that one interview Odin did after the trial. 

"Why did you do it? What was going around in your head as you committed such heinous crimes for years with no qualms or regret? What was the objective here Odin?" the interviewer asked him and Odin smiled, that smile always made you uneasy, always made you feel creeped out and then he looked right at the camera as he answered. 

"The forbidden Gates of the nine realms were to unfold after the ninth sacrifice. Alas, betrayed by my own son. I'll never forgive you son, if you're watching, I'll come back for her, I'll fulfill my destiny" 

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[ooops-i-arted]

Gina Carano Sues Disney and Lucasfilm. According to Just Some Guy at 1 : 36 of the youtube video. Gina Carano was the one who put gasoline into the fire herself by intentionally starting a fight with trans people and mocking them for their importance in society.

I was sick the day the happened and @jennadknowsbest-blog was kind enough to tell me and boy let me tell you, despite feeling like crap I was laughing like this allllllll day

If you too need a good laugh, read the released document thingy. It's badly written on so many levels. (I saw it on Reddit but I think it's floating around Tumblr too. There are some golden comments on both.) Both from just a writing style perspective (it's written like a teenager's Star Wars fanfic) and the fact that her main argument is that "Pedro Pascal said mean things about conservatives and wasn't punished" when 1. most of the posts were apparently before he was hired as the Mandalorian and 2. it seems like pretty common knowledge in fandom that he was asked to tone it down and he did. I follow him on Insta and he rarely posts outside of promoting his own work, and it's largely "support this cause" or "I love my trans sister" instead of attacking/joking at anyone. (I guess his Twitter had more comments, but he's since deleted it afaik.) Overall, it's likely just a stunt to get the right-wing frothing at the mouth and Gina's name back in people's mouth, because she hasn't filmed anything since Terror on the Prairie (one of two Daily Wire films she was supposed to have, the other appears to not be happening anymore) and My Son Hunter (which was straight Breitbart propaganda). Shatpiro has used and dumped her and while I doubt she's hurting for money, I bet she's desperate to get the praise and attention and adoration that the Cara Dune role briefly brought her. Why else would she come crawling back to a company she's publicly trashed and accused of mistreating for the last several years? It doesn't make sense by her own logic! If they were so bad, why does she want back? (And who's gonna hire her now if they think she's a liability who's going to turn around and sue them?)

It's really disgusting though that Gina wants to claim she was discriminated against for being a woman while actively mocking minority groups. Her post appeared on my Insta fyp and I usually don't click because I know she's gonna piss me off, and I clicked and she did. At the time she had a story that said "Still beeping, bopping, booping" with a smirky picture of her. So all she's been told - we know Pedro talked to her because she herself admitted it on Twitter*, and while I'm sure there were plenty of people jumping on the hate bandwagon, there were also people trying to genuinely explain - and explained how this is hurtful to the queer community, she still keeps doing it and thinks it's funny.

That's what's unforgivable to me. Not that she said ignorant shit in the first place - we all have - but her refusal to learn and do better. She wants to say whatever she wants without pushback and so do her fans. The few times I've thought it's worth it to try and talk to someone about it, they always insist it's just her opinion and say something homophobic to me as well (last time I talked to a Cara Dune content creator on Insta, she said she "doesn't agree" with me being gay and "I can't expect everyone to agree with me." For wanting to exist as a gay person. Apparently I should just take it when people mock me or say I should burn in hell.) That's the problem with Gina and her supporters. They don't care, they don't want to think critically or debate, they want to say anything they want without consequence and brush off any conflict with "well it's just a joke" or "it's just her opinion."

Bigotry is not an opinion. You can't "not agree" with someone's skin color and it's the same with their sexuality. You don't get a fucking opinion on whether I have the right to exist as a queer woman.

Let's not pretend the things Gina says are in a void. People who flock to her believe the same things she does. That's why people have protested her attending FanExpo (this video goes into more depth thank you @jennadknowsbest-blog for sharing), when you invite people who, like her, think it's funny to mock anyone like them, it doesn't make a safe or welcoming environment for people like me. Sure one can brush off a comment or two - but where do you draw the line? When does it become harassment? And who is going to protect people like me from that harassment? How can I count on security from an organization that invited Gina and encouraged these people in the first place?

And I say all this as a queer woman who is able to chameleon myself very well because I've done it since childhood. Things are only getting more dangerous for people who are visibly queer. A nonbinary teen was just killed in Oklahoma. I live in a relatively blue area of a blue state, but that doesn't mean I'm completely safe. There are extremists out there, and they're only getting more bold - because people like Gina think it's amusing to fan the flames. Gina, at least, has faced some consequences for it. I doubt this lawsuit will go anywhere (either it'll be settled and Elon and Gina have some Own The Libs content, or they'll be dismissed/lose and they'll get some A Woke Judge Discriminated Against Me content). Gina will be happily on her way. Meanwhile, I get to wonder if the people around me who dismissively say "it's just her opinion" are the kind of people who don't think much about social issues.... or are the kind of people who will happily vote my rights away in the next election.

I assure you, if you have friends who are queer, they are listening to what you say about this case. Throughout all her tomfoolery, I've found Gina to be an excellent canary in the coal mine when it comes to identifying homophobes.

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*She apparently later told Tucker Carlson that no one bothered to explain the pronouns thing to her, so we know she's a liar who twists the story as well, which is why I never take anything she says in good faith.**

**I'm very embarrassed I know this but I can't help but following up on stupid things she's doing. She fascinates me. She's like the inverse of a blorbo to me, like she pisses me off but she compels me. How can one person be this dumb. (Fr tho has anyone in her life talked to her about CTE??? Impulsiveness/aggression are possible symptoms....)

[ohmydais]

(3/4) Details I remember from when I saw Ride the Cyclone

I can remember all these details with having only seen the production twice, yet I cannot remember to do my homework. Ever. Anyways.

Constance dancing on Ricky.. y’all know what I mean by that right..

DEAR LORD THE COSTUME. OH MY GOLLY GEE. First off, shiny hat, shoes, sunglasses, bro was swagged out. Second, a gold/orange full bodysuit which had holes in it that you could see through. He was wearing a hot pink thong?? (Don’t think I’m weird for looking, it’s kinda hard not to notice when there’s, idk, a ping-pong ball stuffed in it. KEEP IN MIND I WAS WATCHING THIS WITH BOTH PARENTS.)

Not to mention, he turned around so now I’m one of the few people to be able to say I saw Ricky Potts’ booty cheeks. ..it was an awkward ride home that night.

Forgot to mention this is part 2 but for some reason the big main thing I remember from this production, the thing that makes me think of it when I hear it, is the song from Ricky’s intro. Like, the beep-boop version of Karnak’s Theme. I think they just played it really loud or something because I significantly remember it.

Anyways, JANE DOE TIME BBY

Jane Doe stayed in the back in front of the curtain the entire time, but the others had flashlights and stuff and they got really close to the audience because there were lights underneath them that made them look very eerie. It was a vibe

And, probably what most of the people seeing these has been waiting to hear, she flew! Not upside down, it takes a while to be able to do that, and the actors only had a short amount of time to rehearse everything along with getting ready for their next show after this one, but SHE FLEW!!!

Jane Doe had a headband with a comically small crown on it for TNBS it was so cute

She also leaned over and tried to bite the cupcake out of Constance’s hand. Ricky interrupting Ocean to say “4!” during the creation of TNBS

A flask instead of a bottle being used for the vodka scene

Speaking of which, at the end of it, Mischa was standing on the actual floor while Noel was on this wooden thing that was surrounding the turntable, and then he jumped on Mischa. Made me giggle a bit because I hadn’t expected it AT ALL

Forgive me but there is going to be a fourth part, I must muster up all the info my brain has stored for the next part. I NEED to do this Constance justice because she was my favorite from that production, my favorite Constance over all, and one of the reasons I love Constance so much now (and also why I kinda wanna play her one day, I NEED to serve Constance the same justice that Phoenix Morton did with her interpretation)

[blueskyheadleft010]

Unicorn: Warriors Eternal is incredibly slow paced...

Still unsure about if Unicorn: Warriors Eternal is gonna be my kinda show to watch or not...

Only 4 episodes have been released and the pacing is really slow with teenie tiny lore bits sprinkled towards the end.

Also not very keen on the whole steampunk London style, but it’s not terrible, just kinda confusing as to why they chose that route. (also 1890′s is not a vibe I relate to, but I want to see where they’re going with it and if they’re gonna lean into it or ignore the worldbuilding.)

There are a few jokes I like so far, but the rest is really strange and the lack of background music in most of the scenes makes it feel empty unintentionally. Sound effects also seem generic and typical, and have a lot of reused sound fonts; so I guess the budget went to the animation and voice acting over everything else.

The pacing is a lot slower than what I'm used to, and it took 2 episodes to just get to the basic plot premise and it wasn’t very interesting in terms of pacing or anything.

The fox lady is mysterious, but so far I have no idea who she is or what she wants other than to prevent Unicorn from doing their job?? Also Merlin showed up for all of 5 secs in the beginning and told Unicorn they gotta keep being reincarnated to fight the energy dragon over and over and ‘hey look, I somehow went through time and brought back this steampunk robot to help you guys. He doesn’t talk or anything, and he uses various whistles and kazoos to make sound, so good luck imma peace out now’ then never shows up again?

My main cons are the Popeye/Betty Boop art style. It’s really throwing me off and not in a good way. It’s not consistently blending with the cgi shots and other one off animation scenes. (Some stroke widths are also inconsistent and a few shots of animation feel like moving storyboards instead of fluid animation; really anytime something moves across the screen or stretches feels like it was lazily edited in After Effects).

(observe the 3 different shading styles/line art in these gifs.)

  The enemies Unicorn faces look both like creatures from Primal and Sym-bionic Titan, but don’t match with the rest of the character styles on screen. 

I also just don’t like the big-nosed toothy people and dopey goofy grins; it’s overexaggerated to the point I can’t decide if everyone is high or if the show has a thing against the British in general because there is a ton of crooked/gapped teeth to the point it’s cringe to look at for too long.

There’s a lot of stereotyped characters in this show, and while I understand they’re going for a specific style, I’m not too sure if this is gonna get a pass or if they are leaning way too hard into it to the point it’s insulting to any human being on a fundamental level.

Having said that, there are a few gems of animation (and fewer good lines of dialogue); but they’re often in scenes that aren’t big action scenes or anything so it’s kinda weird when one dialogue scene cuts to someone moving around very fluid-like and then cuts back to a scene which is less movement oriented. (For example they animated a near 180 degree turn of a hand reaching above, but there wasn’t really any buildup or need for it, it just was?? and then cut to a cgi animated fight where the enemies get slapped off screen in the course of 3 keyframes.) 

I’m not sure what this show wants from me the viewer and the audience, but I’m willing to give it a shot if they would just pick up the pace of the action, holy cow it’s too slow!! D:

[starified-lizzy]

I really don’t want to do my Psych essay, so here’s a list of all the FNF AUs I have made since coming up with the OG, extensive au.

Edit: I should mention, if you want to use any of these ideas (EXCEPT FOR MY OG AU) for your own fanfic/plot, go ahead! All I ask is you credit me and even ping me so I can see your take on it! 👀

Starting off; OG au, Just because I can. Started off as Corruption mod brainrot, turned into a whole ass au with a fully functional plot line that I am SEVERELY procrastinating on because ✨frighten✨

I want you to keep in mind that a lot of my au’s after actually spiral from my main OG au.

Then we have an Avatar: The Last Airbender au. I basically said “fuck Korra, she don’t exist” and made Blue(BF) the water bending avatar. The plot line is changing from what I originally had it, but here’s everyone and their bending skill that I have come up with so far: (also more airbenders exist because yeah)

Blue(BF); water bender. Also the avatar

Sophie(GF); fire bender (and so are her parents).

Pico; earth bender, with an affinity for metal bending

Nene; air bending. She gives me gymnast/acrobatic vibes so yeah.

Darnell; Fire bender with blue flame and access to lightning bending.

Cass; combustion. Idk, I don’t care for Cassandra or her goons much, but it felt right.

Cyclops; earth bender, affinity for metal bending

Hanzo; non-bender but is a Chi blocker.

Alucard; air bender. He feels like an air bender to me.

Spirit; water bender

Soul; is Blue’s little animal guardian thing. Whatever the fuck Korra’s polar-bear-dog thing is is what Soul is. Melanistic with little white freckles down his back and pale blue eyes, but still the polar-bear-dog thing.

C; a black cat with a missing eye. Yes, I shit you not. Just a genuine fucking black cat with an attitude problem. Blue saw him and went “he’s mine now.”

- then is my FNAF security breach au. The story for it is a bit all over the place, but Blue is 12, and got lost and the Plex. Everyone else are robos lol

- next one is actually based off of the game Lethal Company. THATS RIGHT, A LETHAL COMPANY AU- but it’s almost nothing like how the game functions. Basically, Blue is a child when he gets trapped on a moon (fuck if I can decide which one-) and it’s basically like- he’s human but, he gets raised by the monsters (some monsters being Soph, Pico, Ne, and Darnell, among the actual game-monsters) so he’s liek- a monster by association.

- a Day of Dragons au. Because yes. I like dragons; and I like the funky beep boop game so, immediately mashing them together once I realized I can create shit from it lmfao

-this one is actually inspired by another take on FNF and Hazbin Hotel. Because I love the show. Alastor is surprisingly goofy. ANYWAYS- the reference it has to the other take on FNF(idk who’s take it is, but I love it plz lemme know who’s au/take it is so I can credit them) is that GF(Soph, in my case), is an Angel, and BF(Blue) is a demon. Pico and the others are thrown around at random depending on how I end up deciding they fit so they’re kinda unknown rn, but those two for sure.

-last au i recently came up with and kinda adore, is an apocalypse au, but instead of zombies, it’s just monsters. Like- each monster is different from another, but they all have a basic element that determines their overall design. Like the basic Fire, water, air, and earth, but it also includes ice, metal, life, necrotic(death), shadow and light. And when a human gets bit by one of these monsters, they too become a monster. I already have a general beginning plot laid out for this it’s kinda sad lmfao

Anyways have these memes from PhantomFear’s server. IYKYK

[yourdeepestfathoms]

Ride the Cyclone Kids Playing Overwatch (again)

the thrilling sequel to this

After some time, Noel decides to pick Cassidy, Bastion, and Mercy as his mains! His aim is still garbage, but at least he isn’t switching characters every single time he dies.

Cassidy is a bit tricky for him because of the aim thing, but Cassidy is a pretty-looking man, so he likes him.

Bastion’s turret form is the way he gets the most kills. He’s such an annoying player that will just MELT through the other team’s defenses.

And then he healbots as Mercy lmao

What can he say? He likes the bimbo!

Oh, he also tries his hand at Lifeweaver from time to time!

But then… The Incident happened…

IT WAS AN ACCIDENT! He saw that Ricky was low on health and surrounded by the enemy team, so he Life Gripped him to get him out of harm’s way!

Right as Ricky used his ult.

Instead of Wrecking Ball’s mines deploying all around the enemy team and blowing up, they deploy where absolutely no one is fighting, effectively wasting the ult.

Ricky just kinda stared at Noel. Noel was getting leered at by a hamster.

Noel: i’m so sorry

Not seen: Mischa and Penny laughing their asses off

Ocean, coming back by from spawn: why are Ricky’s mines where no one is??

Noel: I DIDNT MEAN TO

Ricky assured him that it was fine, though! Accidents happen! He wasn’t mad!

Another advancement! Ocean picks up Brigitte as her main!

She still loves Tracer, and she still plays her all the time, but Brigitte doesn’t require aiming because she uses a flail. So she just presses down on the primary attack button and Does Not Stop.

Constance also picks up Ana! She likes playing her a lot!

Penny likes to go invisible and spam “Boop” around the enemy team. It’s so funny to watch them spin in a circle to try and find where she is.

The MINUTE someone says ANYTHING toxic, Penny and Mischa are targeting them and them alone.

The other team is lucky that Mischa plays on console because if he had access to a keyboard, he would be BRUTAL in the game chat

Only if the other team is toxic, though

You know who DOES have access to a keyboard, though?

Ricky

So the others tell Ricky to type stuff for them

Also Ocean!

Cause she plays on her laptop because never in a million years would her parents buy her a console

So she also types stuff

Or sometimes they’ll hear the aggressive clicking of a joystick as Penny writes a message out on the Xbox keyboard

After a game, Penny has exactly fifteen seconds to try and type out the world’s most vile roast with her Xbox controller

Constance, an Ana, watching a nanobladed Genji hurtle toward her with the speed and strength of a collapsing star (she missed her sleep dart, there’s nothing she can do to save herself now)

Ricky, a Wrecking Ball, watching Constance get sliced to pieces by a nanoed Genji that’s going at 363kph after missing her sleep dart (he knows he’s next)

Penny, a Sombra, sprinting across the map, shouting “I’LL HACK HIM, I’LL HACK HIM!” (she gets killed the moment she gets there)

Noel, a Mercy, thinking it’s a good idea to try and rez Constance when the nanoed Genji is 0.6 inches away from him (the sword is put straight through his throat)

Mischa, a Winston, watching in horror as all of his friends are slaughtered in cold blood (he had died 4 seconds by the enemy D.Va before all hell broke loose and could only helplessly spectate the massacre)

Ocean, a Tracer, jumping off the edge of the map to keep the enemies from getting a team kill

The amount of times both teams have seen Ocean Blink off of a map as Tracer

And more than half the time, when she tries to throw her Pulse Bomb, she ends up getting caught in the blast and dying

Ocean: why does my OWN BOMB hurt me??

Ricky: you’re not ready to hear what real bombs do

Everyone hates push, which is fair, because push fucking SUCKS

ESPECIALLY COLOSSEO

FUCK COLOSSEO

ALL MY HOMIES HATE COLOSSEO

Noel doesn’t know how to use Deadeye At All

Like, Mischa will flip through the POVs after dying, watching his friends fighting for their lives, and then this dummy is prowling around in some random hallway with a tumbleweed clipping into Cassidy’s foot, absolutely nowhere near any enemies

Noel: i don’t know what i’m doing

Mischa: i can tell

Constance gets possessed by some kind of bloodlust when she faces another Orisa in a match

She doesn’t know what comes over her, but she’s always beefing with the other horse

Ricky: where is Constance??

Constance, in some random building, fighting for dominance against another Orisa:

One time Ocean accidentally said she “unshelled” a D.Va, and the gang has been saying that since then whenever D.Va’s mech breaks

Penny is the CEO of yelling “GET THE BABY” whenever D.Va’s out of her mech

Ocean gets lost on the maps So Easily

Mischa, spectating Ocean after dying: Ocean, where the fuck are you going??

Ocean, somehow at the enemy spawn instead of the payload: I DONT KNOW WHERE I AM

Ocean is the designated “payload princess”

While everyone else is off fighting for their lives, she’s sitting on the payload while the other team is distracted

*In Blizzard World, on defense*

Noel, guarding the point, watching Ocean, who is also guarding the point, hide behind a wooden post that is definitely not big enough to conceal Tracer’s body: you look awful

Ocean, crouching on these hay bales that are on the point: how do i look now?

Noel: fucking stupid 😭

Also as the exact opposite of Constance: Ocean HATES fighting other Tracer’s

And they’re SO HARD TO HIT

And they’re usually way better than she is 😅

Ramattra used his ult one time, and Ricky and Penny IMMEDIATELY reversed right back into spawn

When the opposite team ults, the general reaction is either A) “SCATTER” or B) ���HIDE”

Whenever they hear “FIRE IN THE HOLE,” Mischa is instantly like “SPREAD OUT SPREAD OUT”

“It’s high noon” they are hiding behind the closest object and staying there

When D.Ava ults, Ocean uses ALL of her Blinks as Tracer trying to flee the general area

Most of the time, she hits a wall and just accept her fate 😭

They once got matched against someone they already played with three times, and that bitch LEFT

That one time Ocean, as Tracer, snuck around the Entire Team in Eichenwalde and captured the point with no interference because they were all distracted with everyone else

One of her best moments

They got our asses handed to them after that, but that’s not the point

Constance: they got a Widowmaker!

Noel, immediately getting sniped: i know

“Revoke gay rights” -Mischa, being killed by a Tracer

“God, please put your balls on me” -Penny, trying to get healing from Constance, who was playing Zenyatta

“We’re gonna have to gaze into her hole so many times” -Ocean, having misheard what Moira says during her ult

[kyndaris]

The Ugly Duckling

I met bachelor number 4 at Broadway shopping centre at a small cafe. After getting dropped off by my mother at the train station later than I’d hoped, I was a few minutes late rocking up to the venue. That didn’t stop Prep Boy from sitting down and ordering a coffee and some banana bread for a late breakfast as he waited. A man who knew what he wanted and wasn’t going to allow propriety to get in his way. At least, that’s the assumption I got as he tried to hug me as if we were old friends when I finally arrived.

I quickly disabused him of that notion. The old friends bit. As I’ve mentioned before, I”m not a hugger. Physical touch is basically anathema to my very being. Keeping people at arm’s length means they are less likely to hurt me.

On that note, maybe I really ought to pick up Aikido or other forms of martial arts as a form of self-defence. I mean, yes, I did learn a bit of karate when I was younger but I’d dropped it when I was studying for the selective high school exams.

So, like the awkward Asians that we were (well, more me than him), I settled for a handshake. The best of both worlds, and something that was lacking during the heyday of COVID-19. Although, now that I think on it, I kind of miss doing friendly elbow bumps. So, if you want to boop funny bones, let me know!

After I’d ordered my own drink, hot chocolate (always!), we got to talking.

I learned he had a sister and a number of brothers, that he attended a fancy private school in his youth and that he had just enjoyed a work Halloween event where he went dressed as one of the faceless guards of Squid Game. Except, he didn’t have the proper PlayStation mask so, instead, he opted for one fashioned in the like of a kitsune.

And just like that, he dominated most of the conversation. Not that I minded, dear reader. It allowed me to sit back and listen and learn (and possibly judge). On the downside, he did try to explain where Waverley was (to which I replied most sarcastically) and seemed unsure if I knew the Overwatch characters. Mate, I might not have played the game because it’s an online team shooter but I’d have to be living under a rock not to who who Mercy, D.Va and the rest of all your mains were. 

After all, I live and breathe video game popular culture.

To my detriment.

But as they say: Heroes never die!

Besides, if I didn’t know something, I’d probably ask for clarification or just Google. I mean, I had a friend that never provided context to their wild ramblings. And if I could deduce what they were talking about from scraps of information, I’m sure I wouldn’t be struggling to understand your nostalgia for the ‘good ol’ uni days of 2016.’

That, perhaps more than anything else was an indication that a relationship between the two of us wouldn’t work.

Maybe I’m too cynical and jaded, but the sense I got was that Prep Boy wasn’t all that mature and that it would be an ongoing issue with regards to compatibility. In his desire to impress, he only proved to be somewhat belittling and condescending with his assumptions. In the words of Shania Twain: that don’t impress me much.

The other issue that I could not get past, and which I regaled to all my friends when pestered about my love life, were his teeth. Yellow and covered with plaque, the top row so crooked that it would scare even the hardiest criminals to get back on the straight and narrow.

Can you imagine kissing a mouth like that? No, thank you! 

Worse, he was a former Prep Boy. Private school born and bred, mingling with the rich elites of east coast Sydney. You would think someone with those means would have taken more care of his appearance. Or, at the very least, his dental health.

Maybe I was too quick to judge. But my overall experience conversing with Prep Boy was unfavourable at best. It was the first time after downloading Hinge that I knew in my bones that this person was not for me. There would be no humouring them with a second date.

Almost immediately after we had left the small cafe, as he was catching up with his family afterwards at 12 in Burwood, I hid our chat and there’s been no contact since!

Certainly, our text exchanges hadn’t been the most scintillating of conversations.

So, progress? Or have I gone two steps back?

I don’t know. Relationships are hard! And yes, I know it’s my fault for not trying to seek a partner in my younger years but I wasn’t interested.

Heck, even now, I don’t know how interested I am in finding a life companion beyond a body pillow.

But at least I’m trying?

For years, I’ve lived inured in my own fantasy worlds, never much venturing past my front door because I saw little need to. However, I’m learning, as I did back in 2016, that putting oneself out of one’s comfort zone can be truly eye-opening in learning who I am and what I want from life.

It’s easy to live a life without change but you don’t grow from those experiences. And perhaps, after spending a year somewhat working on myself, I can spread my wings and reveal to the world the swan that I actually am.

Still, is it weird that during this trek out to the city, I was more excited about learning that Fortress was coming to Sydney rather than the meet-up itself?

Anyways, Happy New Year! Let’s hope 2023 will be as interesting as year as 2022 - at least on  a personal scale. I don’t think I like all the shit that’s been happening around the world and I honestly fear where it might be heading to next.

And yet, despite all the misery and the bleakness of an unknown future, here I am just trying to find some love.

[descendantofthesparrow]

Harriyanna Hook descendants designs by Rose Sparrow

what at first was just me having some fun, turned into an early bday gift for ms @harriyanna​~!!! happy birthday!!!! this was really fun to do and i think the only thing that gave me trouble was the bread this down dress, not the dress itself but its color pallet-the top was originally a brighter pink but i felt that didn't mesh well with the rest of the designs and felt more ‘Auradon’ than vk/isle, so boop bap turned it black and the belt black too~ and aaahhh~~~ i love it all~

D2 is based on her Harriyanna Hook cosplay Harri did a while back, and D3 beyond is mostly from my Poyw Rose outfit Pinterest board cuz idk rose has a good fashion sense XD i wanted to give her a constant corset theme since her harri cosplay had that gorgeous full corset, so i gave that to her two main designs from d2, and continued than into a below the bust corset for her main d3 look, which turned into a bust only corset/top for btd~!!! 

i very much tried to give her, her very own vibe/character instead of trying to turn her into a copy of someone else, because like my Rose, i think Harri is inspired by Harry, but i didnt wanna just-copy paste his vibes onto Harri...so i hope that came across correctly lol. gave her a bitchin sword for its goin down, and her braids for d3 since i based her d2 look off the cosplay shoot, which then her hair was not in braids :p 

again, this was alot of fun and im glad i did it.

now! its off to bed, since i have work tomorrow and i would like to get up at an appropriate time so i have more free time in the morning before work.

[andreaphobia]

P5R Pilgrimage: I ❤️ Akechi Goro

Finding out the jazz club really exists was the highlight of this trip :)

As usual, more pics and screenshot comparisons under the cut!

First, a quick detour to talk about Penguin Sniper...

There’s actually a number of darts bars in Kichijoji, but I didn’t manage to find any that gave me Penguin Sniper vibes (do message me if you know of one, though!). In the first place, I’d always wondered why a bunch of high schoolers were allowed into a darts bar at all -- you’d expect it to have an older clientele and probably serve alcohol, fr’instance.

Then, after scrolling around the map for a bit, I noticed there’s actually a ROUND1 on the Kichijoji SUNROAD main strip. ROUND1 is an amusement store chain, kind of like an arcade that offers activities like bowling, karaoke, billiards, and darts. Since it’s an amusement center, even elementary schoolers are allowed, though I think there’s some kind of curfew for kids.

So in this particular ROUND1, the darts machines and pool tables are on the same floor...

The layout of the room is pretty close, I’d say, although the RL “bar” is actually a cashier, not a place to eat. The machines in front of the bar let you sign up for play sessions.

I thought about playing a game of darts but decided against it. x) Next time I’ll bring a friend!

Fun note: some of the dart machines make the exact same sound effects that are used in the minigame in P5R. I had a mild out of body experience hearing them go beep boop IRL xd

Anyway back to the jazz bar. XD Even the stairs down to the bar are reproduced faithfully.

The lunch menu, for interest! (I had a lunch set of an anchovy and olive tomato sauce spaghetti with a latte au lait, a slice of cheesecake, and a lime soda. Yeah ok I pigged out. I blame Akechi)

I got lucky, arriving about half an hour before the first show was scheduled, so the place was pretty empty and I got a seat at the bar. The cover charge was 1500 yen; I stayed and watched for an hour. :D

Satou Tatsuya on sax and Michishita Kazuhiko on guitar -- hopefully I didn’t butcher the romanization of their names!

The seats depicted in the game give the best view of the live performances, and are reservation only...although for reasons of needing to face the in-game camera, you will notice that they are looking at a wall instead of the actual performance. XD

(Also, in my head this means that Akechi reserved seats for them on their date there, ahead of time. It’s how it works in real life, so it must be true!)

I took a couple of photos after customers cleared out between shows. You can see the grand piano as well as the raised seated area behind the stage, and the additional restaurant seating on the right -- there’s stairs leading both up and down to more tables.

Just a close-up of the “stage”.

A funny aside that has little to do with Akechi -- while I was sitting there enjoying my food and the music, I noticed that several other customers had with them what looked an AWFUL lot like a single American dollar. Obviously the bar is in Japan so I was wondering wtf was going on; genuinely thought I was losing my mind. Or maybe it was like some kind of secret code that I wasn’t aware of...???? IDK, I was spiraling lmao

It turns out it’s actually your check. (A dollar “bill,” I suppose.............)

Even with the cover charge, the bill came to like $30. Pretty worth for the semi-religious experience of watching a jazz performance at Akechi’s favorite place.

Ending things off with an evening shot of the place lit up :)

That’s it!

 I’ve actually got more photos and videos from a couple of other places like Akihabara and the cafe that possibly inspired Leblanc, but...I’m getting tired of doing these xd So this may or may not be the last one, at least for now!

Hope y’all enjoyed the posts :D

[jeonqkooks]

beep boop | jjk

“Beep boop. Repeat until not sad.”

pairing: jungkook x reader (a tongue tied drabble)

genre/warnings: neighbor au, established relationship, fluff, mild angst (mentions of insecurities and anxiety), there’s a brooklyn 99 mention 👀

word count: 2.1k

note: technically this can be read as a standalone but i would recommend reading the other tongue tied drabbles as well for more context! tbh this isn’t as edited as i’d like but it’s still gotta be one of my personal favorites 🥺 oh and it’s inspired by this infamous post lol

series masterpost | main masterlist

“Are you listening to me?”

“Huh?”

It’s not until this moment that you take in Jungkook’s appearance for the first time since you came home. He isn’t in his usual homewear nor his work attire; instead, he’s clad in dark jeans and a gray hoodie. The jacket you spot hanging from the coat rack by the door informs you that he’s heading out.

That’s when you feel a little guilty for not paying attention to him. Since you walked in the door, you’ve only greeted him with a simple hi and a quick peck on the lips before going to change out of your work clothes and settling on the couch, only to turn on the TV and stare at it blankly while you get lost inside your head.

Jungkook had texted to ask if he could use the dryer in your apartment because the one in his was acting up again, so you weren’t surprised when you came home to half-eaten snacks on the coffee table and a man folding his laundry in the middle of your home.

“The guys and I are coming over to Jin hyung’s place to watch the game,” he repeats patiently before turning to point toward the kitchen, “I got fried chicken from that place you like. Just heat it up before you eat.”

“Okay,” you say, “All the guys are gonna be there?”

“Yeah, but maybe not Hobi hyung though. Said he got a date or something.”

You confirm Jungkook’s suspicions of your less-than-pleasant mood when you only nod at the mention of Hoseok—your newfound soulmate—going on a date, a juicy detail that would’ve had you buzzing with excitement otherwise.

“What’s up? What’s bothering you?”

His eyes are already on you when you look at him. Unsure of what to say, or if you should even say it at all, you bite the inside of your cheek. It sounds trivial when you envision verbalizing your inner turmoil.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Slightly nervous at your silence, Jungkook tries again. “It’s okay if you don’t, but I’m here to listen if you do.” This time, you only open your arms wide, beckoning him to come over to your spot on the couch. When he does, you wrap yourself around him and sigh heavily. Somehow, his familiar scent always soothes you. Everything stills for a few beats.

“I think I tanked the presentation today,” you eventually mumble.

He immediately knows. It’s the presentation to pitch your creative proposal that you’ve been working on nonstop for the past two weeks. He’s not sure what happened, but his hand comes up to rub your back anyway.

“Why do you think so? Did they reject your idea?” He asks.

“No,” you say hesitantly, “They said it’s good. But they need another week to decide.”

“Did they say anything else?”

“They said they liked it, and that’s really kind of… it?” You sigh, and you’re not meeting his eyes. “I don’t know. It’s weird. I just feel like it wasn’t good enough. Like I did something wrong.”

Jungkook doesn’t exactly love the way you’re making yourself smaller and doubting yourself, but he appreciates how you’re willing to open up and be vulnerable with him. You’ve been dating for not even three months, but he’s known since before you got together that you’re not this facade you always showcase. You want people to think that you’re more confident and put together than you really are, but it has to get tiring sometimes. Nobody is perfect.

“Look at me,” your boyfriend says, and he has to repeat it more sternly before you finally do. “It’s gonna be okay. You’re so good at what you do, and I know how hard you worked on that proposal. Everything’s gonna be okay. They said they liked it, didn’t they? They probably just need some time to look it over more thoroughly and figure out the kinks and stuff. I’m serious, you’re one of the most dedicated people I know. It’ll work out, baby.”

His words of encouragement take a couple minutes to soak in. You pout before muttering a small thank you, then you’re looking away and hiding your face against the side of his neck. “This is odd. You’re usually a shithead,” you chuckle, trying to change the subject. You’ve never learned how to take a compliment.

Jungkook rolls his eyes halfheartedly, before pressing a kiss into your hair.

“Seriously though, do you want me to stay?” He says after a moment of silently holding you. “I can text Jin right now–”

“It’s fine, bunny,” you say as you place a hand on his forearm, squeezing it to reassure him, “I’m a big girl, I’ll be fine. Go have fun with the boys.”

He only hums as he squeezes you once before letting go to press his lips against your cheek this time.

“Beep boop,” he says, and taps the tip of your nose lightly.

“What?”

“Beep boop,” he repeats, like saying it for the second time helps clear things up in any way. “I read somewhere online that saying it immediately cheers you up. And I quote, “Beep boop. Repeat until not sad.” Beep boop, beep boop, beep boop.”

You laugh at the way his lips repeatedly pucker to accommodate the syllables. It’s really not that funny, but he sounds like a malfunctioning Siri and he keeps echoing it until your body is shaking with laughter and your eyes are starting to well up with tears.

Jungkook finally stops when you slap a hand over his mouth to keep him from talking. It takes a couple minutes for you to calm down; but hey, at least you don’t even remember that you were upset in the first place.

Your hand moves away from his face, but it doesn’t get very far before he catches your wrist yet he says nothing. He just stares at you—your face flushed and eyes glossy with unshed tears from laughing too hard. And there’s something about the way he’s looking at you now; it’s different though not by much, stars in his eyes are still twinkling back at you, but there’s a certain warmth blossoming behind them that softens his entire face.

Then he’s pressing you into the couch and kissing you like his whole heart is behind it. (The group chat is making his phone vibrate incessantly in the backpocket of his jeans, but Jungkook soldiers on). He takes his time, with every slow glide of his lips against yours, to make sure you know he means what he said. That you’re talented, you’re hardworking and dedicated, that you deserve so much more than you think you do.

There’s another thing that he wants to say too, but he doesn’t think it’s appropriate to spring that on you when you’re distraught. So, for now, Jungkook hopes you feel it through the force of his kiss, the delicate swipe of his thumb across your cheek, how his arm around your waist keeps pulling you closer as if he’s trying to mold you into him; all the ways his body is communicating with you in lieu of words.

“Okay, go!” You giggle breathlessly as you pull away when his hips start to move, “I can feel your phone blowing up through your entire ass.”

After Jungkook leaves, time seems to move incredibly slowly. You let yourself be comforted by his words and soothing touches earlier, but your anxiety doesn’t stay subdued for long. It comes back to gnaw on your insides while you gnaw on chicken and fries.

Occasionally, you actually say the words “beep boop” out loud and giggle quietly to yourself. Maybe it’s the sheer ridiculousness of the phrase that has you laughing, or maybe it’s the way you keep envisioning your boyfriend’s unintentionally silly voice as he said it. Either way, it works.

But it’s only temporary. Even after you’ve taken a long hot shower and put on a face mask for good measure, there’s still a growing urge to pace around the apartment and mull over everything you could’ve done better. You decide to text Jungkook.

[22:36]: are you gonna sleep there

[22:44] Koo 🐰: maybe

[22:44] Koo 🐰: why? do u need me to come back?

You suddenly feel silly, and you debate even telling him at all. Would he think you're being clingy? But you power through the bashfulness anyway; there’s no way you can sleep like this.

[22:47]: nooo stay

[22:47]: i just wanna ask

[22:47]: if i could sleep @ yours tonight :(

[22:48] Koo 🐰: mi casa es su casa

[22:49] Koo 🐰: but why tho. cuz it smells like me? lol

[22:52]: …ye :(

[22:53] Koo 🐰: oh shit i didn’t think u’d actually admit it 🤯

[22:54] Koo 🐰: i miss you too baby

[22:56]: shut UPPPP

[22:56] Koo 🐰: beep boop

You’re already packing up your electronic essentials—phone, laptop, charger—when he gives you the go-ahead. As soon as you’re in his apartment after the two-second commute, relief washes over you. His bedroom is your first destination; once you reach it, you’re immediately setting your things on the mattress and plopping your face onto his pillow. (You’d look a little crazy if someone were to see you, but whatever).

His scent feels like sunshine on your face after a season of rain. It’s not only the smell of his detergent or the lingering fragrance of his cologne. It’s him, something so wonderfully and tenderly Jungkook. You’d bottle it up and douse yourself in it if you could.

You stay in the same position on his bed until your anxiety fades from a storm into a low background noise. It’s getting late but you’re not that sleepy yet, so you pop open your laptop and put on a couple episodes of Brooklyn Nine-Nine. The computer is set on Jungkook’s side of the bed, turned toward you, while you settle comfortably against the pillows. You fall asleep before Jake and Amy exchange their vows.

By the next time you open your eyes, the room is already filled with fresh sunlight. It’s a bad habit, but as soon as your eyes adjust to the brightness filtering in through the curtains, your hand darts out to grab your phone on the nightstand. The screen lights up to notify you of unread messages from Jungkook last night.

[00:53] Koo 🐰: u still up?

[01:21] Koo 🐰: gnite bbyyy 💜

[01:22] Koo 🐰: beep boop

It should be alarming how much the texts make you smile and butterflies erupt in your stomach. You reckon you must be grinning to yourself like an idiot for at least five minutes before you start to notice a change in your surroundings. It didn’t register when you first awoke that this isn’t your apartment, and it’s not your own bed that you’re sleeping in. The laptop is no longer sitting next to you but has been placed on the desk a few feet from where you are. There’s a heaviness weighing on your midriff, and you look to find a tattooed arm resting on your body.

Jungkook stirs to life when you turn in his loose grasp. “G’morning,” he smiles lazily at you.

“Morning,” you parrot. “What time did you get home?”

It takes a minute for him to blink the sleep away, and you’re left to marvel at him while he acclimatizes to wakefulness. Seeing his handsome face first thing in the morning isn’t something new to you, but you’re in awe every single time. With his eyes slowly blinking to adjust to the light, his lips parting to let out a yawn and soft curls falling over his eyes, it’s not a sight you think you could get tired of. There’s always an urge to spend forever with him like this.

“Like, three?” He shrugs. He pulls you closer when he notices your brows furrow in that way that lets him know you’re about to scold him. “Don’t worry, I took an Uber. Couldn’t sleep there anyway. Missed you too much.”

Gentle words of reprimand die on your tongue at his confession. There’s a stutter in the way your heart is beating, his soft morning voice sending a rush of warmth throughout your entire body. You immediately relax as you settle in his arms and nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck. He smells like the Downy fabric softener he always uses and he feels a lot like… love.

The mere thought has you spinning even though you’re snugly wrapped in Jungkook’s cozy embrace. Suddenly, it’s like you’ve crossed a line into something more than let’s just see where this goes, something that you haven’t known in years but somehow it doesn’t feel as scary this time. You think you know where it’s going, and the destination looks like coming home to warmth personified and a bunny smile.

You press a soft kiss into his skin as you sigh, “I missed you too, dweebus.”

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[litgwritersroom]

The Hating Game

S2 | Lucas/MC | 5600+ words | @i-boop-you

Enemies-to-lovers office romance based off of the novel of the same name.

Birthday fic for @tammyisobsessedwith. Trope: Office Romance. Character: Lucas.

“I have a theory. Hating someone feels disturbingly similar to being in love with them.” - Sally Thorne, The Hating Game

Tick-tock, tick-tock. The clock on the office wall continues its ever-present drilling, reminding me time is ticking and I have better things to do than play this little game with my biggest rival. For the life of me, I cannot stop playing.

I stare ahead where his desk is opposite mine, and ignore what I’m paid to do for something much more gratifying. Winning against Lucas Koh.

It’s the mirror game today. I do one thing, he does the same, then he does something else, and I copy it, and on and on it goes until one of us gives in and the other wins. I keep a score of our victories and losses, and he’s one ahead of me, so I cannot afford to let him win again.

Lucas runs his thumb over his bottom lip, a subtle wet line appearing on both, his eyes locked on mine. Not to be outdone, I do the same, my lips pouting at the same time as his, copying the heavy look of superiority in his stare.

He’s wearing the light blue shirt today; paired with the yellow striped tie that’s the flashiest thing he likes to dress in while at work. Always the same, always the same, is dear Lucas Koh. Every two weeks the wardrobe cycle continues, down to a pat. Nothing new.

The main office door opens and out comes our boss, ready to unconsciously decide the winner of today’s game.

“Doctor Lucas,” Jasper says, using his needling nickname for Lucas and gratifying me not once but twice by doing so, “Take these files to Erikah and get me ten copies.”

He dumps a hefty stack on Lucas’ desk. Once his hands are free, he stands with them on his hips, pushing back his jacket to help define his physique. Jasper isn’t a bad looking man, in fact he’s incredibly handsome, but just like Lucas, there’s one vital flaw to him that’s really hard to look past.

“Honey,” he calls out my name, eyes sweeping down over my legs through the glass desk, “you’re looking lovely today, no wonder Lucas has been slacking all afternoon. I should move your desk into my office instead of out here, and maybe some work would get done.”

He’s a total ass.

I laugh insipidly, just how he likes, and flick my hair over my shoulder. “And if I’m in your office all day, sir, how do you expect me to get any work done?”

Jasper smiles and bites down on his bottom lip. He always stands tall, but when it comes to standing around me, he does so with his hips thrust forwards, really emphasising the pea under the mattress that is his cock in his trousers.

I have no interest in sleeping with our boss, but I’ve learnt that it fucking drives Lucas mad when I flirt back with Jasper. Even now, the files Jasper gave him already in hand, and he’s still here, watching on with a surly furrow of his brow.

Sitting on my desk, leaning down towards me, “I’m sure I’d find a way to keep you busy, Honey.”

My fake laugh comes out, the really annoying one that Lucas hates. I flash a look at him and catch him frowning deeply. Jasper spots me looking on and turns suddenly to see Lucas still there. “Doctor Lucas, do you need further instructions?” He asks.

“No, sir, of course not,” Lucas says, a fake smile raising the corners of his mouth. “I’ve got some other things to copy, so I’m just gathering them up.”

“Try not to work too hard, son.”

With that, Jasper gets up from my desk and heads back to his office.

“Need a hand with the heavy load, Lucas?” I ask. “If the task is too much for you.”

“Of course not, Honeybuns, I would never think to trouble you with actual work,” he bites back. He has no extra papers, only the ones from Jasper. “Besides, how else will you flirt with the boss if you leave with me?”

I wave him off, delighting at how infuriated it’ll make him. “Oh, we’re hardly flirting. Keep it up and I’ll start thinking you're jealous or something.”

Already I’m back at my computer, setting out on catching up with what I can while he strops off and dismissing him and the conversation all in one go.

Lucas is on his way to the lift, talking back to me as he goes. “And if you keep it up, I’ll start thinking you’re trying to make me jealous … or something.” He repeats my last line like a ‘gotcha’, and I have time only to glare at him before he disappears into the lift.

Since he got the last word, when I check off the tally I keep of our score, the line goes hard through to the next page. I’m still glaring at those closed doors long after he’s gone.

By the time our great Lucas makes his return, there’s scarcely time enough for us to get in another jab or two before the clock tells us it’s hometime. We both wait at our desks until Jasper leaves first. Like usual, he’s on the phone and barely gives us a wave before he heads down to his Jaguar.

That leaves Lucas and I alone.

“Are you not getting a lift back with your boyfriend?” Lucas asks, beginning the ritual bickering that accompanies our daily trek downstairs.

“Don’t you obsessively take note of everything in my life enough to know that I don’t have one?”

“I meant the boss. Don’t worry, you don’t have to hide it from me. I swear it’ll be our little secret.”

“I’m afraid not, Lucas. Looks like you’ve still only got one little secret to keep.”

“Let me guess, that’s a penis joke? Way to keep it classy, Honeybuns.”

“Well, if the shoe fits, Doctor Lucas, and let's face it, the shoe in question isn’t very big, is it?”

“Why are you so concerned about my dick size, Honeybuns? Do you think about it a lot? Does it keep you up at night?”

“The only way it can keep a girl up at night.”

We’re in the lift, bags and jackets in hand, standing face-to-face. Despite the space within the lift, we’re close. The tips of my toes are placed in line with his, my chest near enough to bump into his at the slightest jutter and jilt of the mechanical box we’re in.

“So you admit it?” He smirks. “Thinking about me keeps you up at night?”

I’m furious at myself for blushing, but I can’t hide my face and show weakness. My lips purse, I reply, “With my head over the toilet.”

“After drowning your sorrows all night, I’ll bet.”

“At the thought of having to spend day after day with you.”

“More like at the thought of not getting to spend night after night with me.”

The doors are just about to close, but a hand snaps in, blocking it from going all the way. The doors open again and the Head of HR ushers herself in, but at the sight of me and Lucas toe-to-toe, she lets out an ungodly groan, rolling her eyes.

“God, I thought you were both gone,” Marisol says, doing nothing to disguise her strained voice. “I thought it would be safe to get in the lift.”

“Come now, Marisol,” Lucas says, putting on his hoity toity accent just because he knows it’ll annoy me more. He’s good at playing these wind up games; he always knows how to push my buttons, and more infuriatingly, he knows how to do it where it doesn’t look like that’s what he’s doing. So I look crazy. “Honeybuns and I aren’t that bad. Mummy and Daddy just have disagreements from time to time, nothing out of the ordinary.”

“You two are the worst part of my job,” Marisol replies, deadpan.

As soon as the doors open to the car park, Marisol gets straight out of sight. My spot is allocated next to Lucas’, so we’re still heading the same way. We’re playing a new game as we stride across the stoney ground. This part of the day, the only two games are, ‘No, After You’ where we each let the other in front, making them paranoid we’re going to do something childish like pants one another or shove them over the ledge to the ground floor and kill them.

Today the game is ‘Race You’. We’re both speeding, but trying to make it look like we’re not. We’re a pace beneath jogging and fooling no one.

“Careful there, Honeybuns, after a full day of doing nothing, I don’t want you to strain yourself,” Lucas jabs as he tries to overtake me.

I speed up, elbowing him back. “I suppose it makes no difference to you since you’re already going home smelling musty.”

“I’d hardly go that far, but I can understand that even the slightest break of a sweat would be foreign enough to you that you think it’s too much.”

“I’m just glad there’s not a poor, unfortunate girl waiting in your quiet, dull flat for you to stink the place up the moment you step in the door.”

“Give it thirty minutes and there’s going to be a poor, unfortunate girl in your quiet and dull flat. Only this one’s sadder because she knows not to expect any company.”

God, ouch. Fuck him. So what if there hasn’t been another human being in my flat besides my landlord doing his annual check up in the last few weeks. Or months.

Yeah, no, he’s got a point, that is sadder. Fuck him harder for being right.

“Oh, like you’ve got a booming social life, Mr Spends Every Waking Moment Not at Work at the Gym,” I cut back at him.

“Hey, if you want pointers, all you have to do is ask, Honeybuns.”

That’s when he knocks me with his hip. We’re right at our cars now, and I go knocking into my orange Fiat 500. I can only throw him a glare, mouth hanging open in a sneer while he smirks and climbs on his dumb motorbike.

Because he’s not sexy enough, apparently.

Just as I’m thinking about riding it (the bike, not Lucas … I swear), I get a wisp of determination through me. Wasting no more time, I throw myself in my car, lobbing my purse and coat into the passenger seat over the books I keep forgetting to take into the flat. Before Lucas can rev up his engine, I’ve got the keys in the ignition. I spin out of the parking spot without buckling in my belt yet. I do it absently as I drive to the exit.

When I pull up three cars behind Marisol, the obnoxious roar of a motorbike pulls up next to my window. Lucas’ ass sits perfectly in my line of sight. God, but he’s got a better ass than most girls I know.

One more of life’s great injustices.

My eyes flicker up, just in time to catch Lucas catching me ogling his ass. Aw, fuck. I quickly spin to face ahead, eyes determinedly on the standstill traffic, hands gripping hard on the steering wheel. Lucas revs his engine, trying to get my attention again, to rile me up some more.

I ignore him. Or I want to. But it’s so satisfying getting a win, I can’t resist for too long. I roll down my window, giving him the cutest evils I can. It’s his cue to flip up the lid of his helmet. God, he shouldn’t be so gorgeous even in that stupid thing, but he is. It’s like he was made to be physically flawless.

Still, you can’t have everything. Hence his total asshole-ary.

“We’re going to be stuck here for another five minutes at least,” he grins. “So feel free to enjoy the view while you can. I’d hate to think that you're too embarrassed to enjoy something fantastic, but come to think of it … that’s pretty on-brand for you, right?”

I screw my face up, making a disgusted noise. “First off, your ass is not that great -” He throws me a disbelieving look - “and secondly, I never let embarrassment rule me, so there.”

Oh, that was lame. That was so very lame, lame, lame.

Despite already turning away, I turn back sharp to add, “... And thirdly!” My finger is up, poised to emphasise a point that never comes. I sit there, mouth open, head empty.

A car leaves, and so begins the slow plod forwards. I use this as an excuse to drop the conversation, but Lucas halts next to me again, and leans down on his handlebars, resting his head over his arms, so that he can look properly into my car.

“You were saying?” He asks, shit-eating grin as present as ever.

I pause just for a moment, pretending I’m relishing my awesome comeback before firing off the blank that is, “... I was just going to reiterate again that your ass is not that great. Pretty mid, if you ask me.”

“Well, in your humble opinion, I’m going to take that as a ten out of ten.” He sits back up, revs his bike once more, pauses only so I can hear him add, “Your own is probably a nine point five. See you tomorrow, Honeybuns. I promise I’ll work you harder than usual just so you can keep up with me.”

There’s only the crude and obnoxious sound of his bike as he shoots off to the front of the queue, followed by the nauseating smell of his exhaust.

How annoying that he gets to cheat to win the ‘Race You’ game.

He was spot on with how long it took me to get home. There was no racing for me even when I managed to finally pull out of the building’s parking garage. There was never a chance for me to rush when it came to rush hour.

Still, I got home in the end, so that’s always something. Into the quiet flat goes the poor, unfortunate girl. Not a dull flat, though. I literally have stuff everywhere, bursting from my shelves, stacks of books with nowhere to home them, ornaments of every calibre, and pictures hanging on every wall. This flat is more alive than me as I immediately grab my laptop and go lie on my sofa with it the moment my coat and shoes are off.

Time to write some fanfiction. Well, first I have to answer my comments. Then, I can write. Set up my playlist, reread where I last was, set out a goal of a thousand words, and here I go, delving into the world I created for Chris Evans’ Captain America.

After a phone call to my parents, a dinner of leftover butter chicken heated up in the mee-cro-wav-ey, and a quick shower, I went back to writing for the night. To change things up, I got snuggled up in bed to finish up the latest chapter. The perfect place to be for writing smut before lights out.

Maybe that’s where things went wrong though. Maybe that’s where they went very, very wrong.

Was I asleep? I must have been.

Why else would Lucas Koh have been in my bedroom, in my bed.

I only noticed him at first as he slid his hand up my thigh while I lay there, dreaming of the day. I woke up to his lips pressing into the back of my shoulder, his breath hot on my neck, sending a surge of heat between my legs.

“Hey there, Honeybuns,” he said, his hushed tones singing into my ear. The tingle spread throughout the rest of my body as his delicate touch moved up my thigh, like a warm whisper on my cool skin. “It’s tomorrow. Time for me to work you so fucking hard.”

His fingers slipped under my shorts, his lips caressed my cheek, making their way to mine. His mouth was hot on my skin, opening me up instantly. His fingers brushed over my clit. I moaned into his mouth, and he panted back, the feel of his hard-on at my hip. He circled his finger over me and over me and over me and - and -

I had the vaguest idea that I was dreaming by this point, but I couldn’t allow myself to slip out of it. I couldn’t wake up before finishing. I needed Lucas to stay; I needed his mouth, I needed his fingers; I needed him.

“I knew you thought of me late at night,” he whispered, keeping me so on edge I felt like I might cry. “I think about you, too. Do you have any idea how many times I’ve dreamt about bending you over the desk to play ‘Who Can Make Who Cum First’?”

My voice shakes as I reply, “I think you’re gonna win -”

And he does. I falter at his touch, twisting in his arms as he sees a side of me I swore he never would. I want to look in his eyes as he makes me cum, I want to feel him there, I want him - I want Lucas Koh in my bed and I -

Oh fuck!

I snap awake, springing up in bed with my eyes staring out in the darkness of my empty, Lucas-Koh-less room. The words ‘what the fuck?’ repeat in my head over and over like their racing my pulsing heart.

Oh my God, did I have a wet dream about Lucas? How. Dare. He. Who does he think he is to penetrate my mind and my sleeping consciousness like this?

I’m too riled, the area between my legs too electrified, for me to sleep again. I lay there for the next hour staring at the ceiling, watching without seeing as the darkness shifts across my room, being parted away by the morning sun.

Fuck me, Lucas Koh, you are not going to get the better of me. This means all out war.

When I get to the office, I am a storm. A fire. One to be reckoned with. I blaze in there wearing the tiniest skirt I own, feeling the fringe sway just below the curve of my ass; my heels clack on the hardwood flooring, announcing my entrance. Lucas is watching from his desk, the look on his face like someone’s brought out the most tempting dessert -

Face first, I hit the floor. I swear loudly as the contents of my black leather bag go spilling across the room. I refuse to look at Lucas as I scour for them on my hands and knees, but I hear him clear his throat, his chair scraping across the ground as he goes to get up. Fuck.

“Nice try, Honeybuns,” he says. “You almost looked respectable for a minute there.”

He bends down in front of me. No amount of curtaining my hair over my face to shield me from him could hide that outrageously unfair bulge that presses down his tailored trousers. If Jasper’s was a pea in a mattress, Lucas’ was the stuffing that made it feel just right.

“Something caught your eye there?” He asks, narrowing in at me while the corner of his mouth turns up.

“Nothing of note,” I say, hauling myself onto my feet. I stand rightened, my head held high like there had been no mishaps on my part, staring him down. Or up, since he’s taller.

Lucas is still smirking smugly as he whips his hand up, holding a condom wrapper between his fingers. “Big night planned?”

I swipe at it before he can see the expiration date that’s come and gone. I use the momentum of my sweep to propel me to my desk, wiping my hair behind me in my wake.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“Interpret my asking however you like, Honey.”

I glare at him as I hang my coat up, turning my head sharply in hopes of catching his eyes looking somewhere they shouldn’t be. No such luck. It’s like he knows my very next move each time. Worse still, even the thought of him looking at me lewdly makes me want to press my thighs together to block out how it really makes me feel.

He leans against his desk, arms folded over his chest, as smug as Jasper on his worst days, and cocks his head at me expectantly.

“If you must know,” I say, my mind melting as panic mode sweeps in, “I do have big plans.”

“Not with any family, I hope.”

I sit at my desk, shooting him daggers as I gracefully take my place. “Of course not.”

“So, big date?” He prods, the look on his face clear that he thinks this is bullshit.

I hunch forwards, trying to channel the aura of one of those creepy witches who give out curses in the movies in the hopes it’ll give him the heebie jeebies and he’ll back off. “What’s it to you?”

He shrugs. “Just curious. I’ve known you for a year and a half now, but I’ve never seen you go out on a date.”

“Stalker much?”

“More like you’re just really boring and predictable.”

“Oh, well, when was the last time you had a hot date?”

“How crude would it be for me to say last night with your mum?”

I screw my face up to hide the fact that I kind of want to laugh. “Extremely.”

“I actually do have a hot date tonight,” he said, tongue flicking out over his lips, reminding me of how they felt crawling across my skin last night - I mean, in my dreams. How hot and soft they were, the way they lit my skin on fire, made me feel more alive while I slept than I have in the waking world in God knows how long.

“Oh really?” I asked, incredulity masking the heaviness that’s weighted itself in my stomach. “And who’s the poor, unfortunate soul that you’ve suckered into having to spend hours of alone time with you? I want to give her a medal.”

He smirks. “Don’t forget to give yourself gold.”

Rolling my eyes, I replied back, “You still haven’t given me a name. Is this woman as imaginary as your last girlfriend?”

“Oh, she’s real, all right, and you still haven’t told me your big plans, Honeybuns. If you want to know about my night, you have to tell me about yours.”

Why is that making me hot? Why is him bossing me about, niggling me to come clean, to confess so that he can one-up me again, making me stir like some godless heathen? I mean, sure, I guess I am, but like … not for him. This shouldn’t be happening.

I can’t let one sexy dream steal my power. I have to keep fighting back. This is all a game after all. Today, it’s just ‘Would I Lie to You?’, and you can bet that I’ll lie through my teeth to win against Lucas Koh.

“Well, if you must know, and let’s face it, you’re such a creepy little stalker you’d find out anyway -” I catch him raising his brows - “yes, I also have a date.”

“Wow,” he says, in the most deadpan tone. “Thinking about me in the dead of night must really be getting the better of you if you need to get all dressed up like this and go on a date.”

We lock eyes. I feel like I’ve flatlined.

“Wha…” he begins, confused, before his eyes widen and his jaw drops. “Oh. Is that what all of this is about? The short skirt, the date, the condom?” He smugly narrows his eyes at me as I do my best not to go red. “Did you have a sex dream about me last night?”

“No,” I say, but as it slips from my lips I can feel my cheeks burning. “I just … I really have a date.”

His brows knit together. And thus begins the rapid fire questions. “Where are you going?”

“The Beach Hut.”

“What time?”

“6.30.”

“Drinks or food?”

“Drinks.”

“Favourite drink?”

“Violet Man.”

“You like it spicy?”

“I like it spicy.”

“Who’s you date?”

My mouth opens. Nothing comes out. I sound like I’m being lightly strangled as I choke out the words, “None of your business.”

“Doesn’t matter,” he shrugs, finally getting his ass up off of his glass desk. He strides around it to get to his seat. “My date’s at 6.30 at the Beach Hut, too. So, I guess I’ll see you there.”

Now it’s time for me to narrow my eyes at him. Bastard.

During the morning, we play the Quiet Game. Neither of us talk until lunch; our conversation remains told through glares, pointed note-taking and typing, and slight change in our expressions; a tilt of the head, a sharp look in the eye, a curl of the lip.

Lunch is ‘Let’s Order Out’ where we go back and forth on picking more inane take-aways that the other is going to hate until we just get our usual Deli salad and sandwich. I paid for it today, meaning Lucas will pay next time.

After lunch, ‘The Mirror Game’ is back in swing. He picks up a pen, as do I. When I swivel in my seat to get a file, I hear the wheels of his chair turning, too. On and on it goes, game after game, bringing me closer and closer to the point that I’m dreading: the end of the working day.

We don’t get out until 5.30 or 5.45 usually, so I have time to gather myself before the supposed date. I spend a ridiculous amount of time holed up in the bathroom to buy myself time, but when I come out, Lucas is still at his desk. He looks like he’s waiting for me.

“Do you need a ride?” He asks.

I had to drop my old girl off for her MOT this morning, which wasn’t an issue since I’d just need to go home and not anywhere else after work. Oh how the turn tables.

“No need,” I say, grabbing my jacket. “I’m just going to walk. I have time.”

“Did you bring an umbrella? It’s pouring out there.”

The rain had been lashing it down on the floor length windows all afternoon, dousing out the sun and putting a dreary spin on what was already a pretty dour day.

“You drive a motorbike,” I said. “I can’t imagine how I could get wetter than riding that thing while clinging to you.”

He raises a brow. “I’ve got an idea or two.”

“You know what I mean.”

He walks up next to me and I fall into step beside him, and together we head to the lift for one ride down. “Of course I do,” he grins, “and I actually did the smart thing and looked at the weather forecast this morning, so I knew it’d be raining. That’s why I brought my car.”

“Won’t your date be pissed to see you showing up with another girl?”

“I don’t think she’ll mind since it’s you.”

“Oh, she knows me, does she? What, does she work with us or something?”

His gaze is hot on me. “...Yeah, you can say that.”

He’s lying, I know it. There is no girl. He’s just messing with me. My game plan to get a text from my mum about an emergency is no longer needed, not when I can show him up for trying to show me up.

“Is she pretty?” I ask.

He replies, “Prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.”

“Then how did she get suckered into a date with you?”

“She lost a game.”

“What kind of game?”

“Her favourite kind.”

Again, we’re standing inches apart. His feet are slotted in-between my own, and I’m so close to being as up close as I can be. He’s sprayed fresh aftershave on, and his breath smells like mint.

“Do you like to play games with a lot of different girls?”

His brown eyes sparkled as he shook his head, but not fast enough for me not to notice the galaxies of colour that shaped around his irises. “No. Just one.”

I can feel myself leaning towards him, willing myself to give in and close this small gap.

“Lucas,” I say, my lashes fluttering of their own will, “who are you taking on a date?”

All at once, my back is to the hand railing before I’m suddenly off my feet, my ass perched on top of it, positioning me so my legs wrap around his. He’s hunched forwards, one hand on the railing by my side, the other on the curve of my hip.

I’m gathering my thoughts to this new position when Lucas’ lips are on mine like I’m dreaming. As much as I will myself to wake up, nothing changes, we are still kissing, the heat and passion scaling along with time.

He holds me steady, pushing up in between my legs, making me want to clench my thighs shut at the rush he’s creating. His tongue finds its way in my mouth as he softly opens me up, trying to teach me how to play a new game called ‘Battling for Dominance’.

My toes curl in my shoes as I press him in, closer being not close enough. Lucas Koh is kissing me and it’s the most alive I’ve felt in a long time.

The doors draw open, the heavy pinging noise of the lift bringing us to our senses. Our kiss breaks and in the second it takes him to begin helping me down again, all my pent up feelings melt together making me dizzy.

Lucas offers me his hand. I take it, not saying anything if he’s not going to say anything. Neither one of us lets go of the other, not until we get to the passenger side door of Lucas’ car. My mind’s too much of a pool of sticky candle wax to even think up a playful jarb about his car.

Lucas opens the door for me, making my heart flutter again. As I sit on his leather seat, I have a moment alone within his car to think as he makes his way around to the driver’s side.

Lucas Koh kissed me. I kissed Lucas Koh. Right now, we’re on our way to a restaurant to fake dates. And he kissed me. And I’m really horny about it.

After buckling himself in, Lucas half turns to me and asks, “All set?”

“Are you taking me home?”

“No,” he says, voice hard. “We’ve got dates we better not stand up.”

I raise my brow. “Really?”

“Yeah, at the Beach Hut,” he insists. Already, he is pulling out of his space. Luckily we took long enough that we’re one of the last to leave the car garage, so there’s not as much waiting around. “They’ve got a table of two waiting for me, Honeybuns. It’d be rude of me to not show up after they’ve held it all day.”

My stomach squirms as doubt takes hold of me. Does he really have a date? I’ve always lamented how unfair it is that he’s so good looking. He doesn’t get to be devilishly handsome without being free of sin, though. Is his personality as off putting to others? Is there not a whole bunch of groupies ready to climb him while I’ve been playing dumb games?

We park close by, and Lucas gets out of the car first with an umbrella. He holds the door open for me, the umbrella up already to shield me from the rain. As we walk, his arm is around me, holding me close, so tight into him.

If I were the girl waiting for him and I saw him coming in like this with me, I would be beside myself with anger. There’s no way I would stay … so in the off chance there is some hapless beauty sitting waiting at a table for two under the name Koh, I shuffle in closer to Lucas.

“Hi there, good evening,” the host says as we enter. “Table for two?”

“Yes, I phoned and reserved a table earlier,” Lucas states. “Under the name of Koh.”

“Ah, yes, you wanted the small table in the window, right this way, Sir.”

Lucas takes my hand before I can peel away awkwardly in the off chance there is someone waiting. My heart does a somersault in my chest and I lock my fingers in with his.

The table is more secluded than those around it. Being by the window means it’s in a dark corner, the weather outside making it cosy.

“Can I get you a drink while you both get settled?” The host asks while Lucas busies himself taking off my coat.

Every time he touches me, it makes me realise how starved I was, and how happy I am that I waited for him. His small touches, the brushes of his hands down my arms, holding my waist, the ghost of his kiss on my lips, he feels like a feast after I’d been starving all day. I want to devour all of him.

“Two Violet Mans to begin with, please,” Lucas tells the host, waving away the cocktail menus. As they bid themself away, Lucas turns to me and motions for me to sit. “I told you I had a date with the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen. I don’t know what to call this game, but I feel like I’ve won.”

Funny thing is, I was going to say the same thing, too. Checkmate, and all that.

[azulathetrashyler]

Tickle hc’s for the T-S&MS gang👍 (Sun&moon show)  hope this reaches the right people- 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀                                             

Sun: definitely a ler-leaning!switch~

100% tries to get moon but gets wrecked instead Bc he’s not the sneakiest of Ler’s.

death-spots: Rays, hips, knee’s (front and behind) and sides👍 has thought about using tickling as a way to keep eclipse under control but scrapped it (like staff did eclipse- ✨AU reference✨) bc he started thinking it might affect him aswell.

A/N: (I’m bad at HC’s -) Whenever he DOES get moon, it’s usually bc he’s (Moons) stressing out and distracted Over a bunch of shit👍 (That’s all I can think of off the top of my mind bout sun- we shall move onto.....)

moon: mainly a ler. But is fine with lee’s retaliating.

most common lee is sun, but has tickled Freddy. (We all know where I got that one)

death-spots: sides, hips, elbow-joints and knee’s. (Same as sun)

100% after an episode where sun was being a gremlin, moon wrecked him. (And stressful ones👍)

(annnnd I’m out- ONTO ECLIPSE >:3) eclipse: doesn’t tickle people often, but is surprisingly a lee-leaning switch?

has thought of tickling someone when he’s in control of sun’s body, just to fuck with people. him and lunar 100% have tickle fights (bc COME ON- LUNAR SAID THE FUCKING T-WORD. T W I C E ) death-spots (if someone manages to get him-): rays, elbow joints, hips, neck, sides and knee’s. (Again same as sun&moon.)

Onto the brand new BEBEH💙

lunar: lee-leaning switch, like eclipse.

(c’mon- HE SAID THE WORD.) 100% (heavily inspired by a certain comic) tickles eclipse when he’s being an ass.

death-spots: basically everywhere- aside from feet. None of em are ticklish there bc as moon once said, their shoes are glued on👍 if you boop him, it tickles more than you’d expect. Same with poking him in the cheeks -w- pinching his cheeks will cause a giggle-fit 👍

he’s ticklish on his palms bc it’s underrated 🤩

main lee’s: eclipse, and on rare occasion, Freddy. (We all know why~)

Bloodmoon(my AU): we don’t know much about him, but I’d say a ler who’s alright with someone retaliating👍 in my AU, he’s Like a more deranged & feral spinel who thinks hurting children is immoral, & since lunar is basically still a child (he ain’t even 2 months old yet as of typing this I think-) he refuses to hurt him, so whenever lunar is being a little shit, blood will often just- tickle-punish lunar👍 So yeah

main lee: Lunar (and eachother back when they could split into two beings)

deathspots: neck, hips, knee’s & palms (bc it’s underrated ✨)

absolute kill-spot: Under their left arm! But be very careful when tickling here, as this spot could also potentially kill them- damn you Ruin💢

[strawberrysohn]

omg pls some xiaojun smut 😵‍💫

man i am doing this just for you because xiaojun makes me 😵‍💫 like he bias wrecks me so bad it's not even funny 🥴 thinking of making him my second wayv bias but anyway, i hope you enjoy <33333

warnings // little to no plot, xiaojun is a tease but you love it, established relationship, rough sex, sex on a couch, usage of the word slut, reader is a bit too loud while the members are home smh

xiaojun x female reader

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"come on just this once," your boyfriend pleads as you walk straight past him to get the food ready.

"no," you quickly shake your head, setting the timer on the oven. "you make weird shit. i don't want a repeat of last time."

xiaojun crosses his arms over his chest, following around the kitchen area like a lost dog. "you don't even know what happened last time because you weren't here."

"xiao, baby," you turn to face him for a moment to emphasize your point more. "i got like a hundred texts from yangyang telling me that he was so glad that we were together because that meant that i could save their asses from having to eat anymore of your food."

as your boyfriend pouts, you begin preparing the meal that had already been approved by the boys. you knew it was one of xiaojun's favorites too, but he was too stubborn and grouchy to admit it.

you put the dish in the oven, humming to yourself, and your boyfriend watches as you do so. he can't help but admire your ass when you bend, your thin yoga pants not leaving much to the imagination.

he bites his lip as you stand up straight again, not knowing what to do now. his attempts at getting you to let him cook instead had failed, and now he needed a way to get in your pants without any of the members walking in or hearing anything.

"you know," he starts, sliding over to you, who scrolled through your phone, elbows rested on the counter, not daring to glance at the boy beside you. "yangyang and ten are both sleeping, kun and winwin are still out, lucas is still playing his game, and hendery is downstairs."

"i'm glad you know the whereabouts of your band mates, jun," you reply, still not bothering to look up. "what's your point?"

"my point is," he continues, moving to stand directly behind you, his hot breath on the back of your neck. “we basically have the whole place to ourselves.”

your eyes widen at his closeness and you blush when you get his hint. “you’ve gotta be kidding me.” you try to cover your flustered state with one of resentment instead.

“what?” the male looks at you, pressing himself even closer against you, allowing you to feel exactly how eager he was. “you’re telling me no?”

you gulp and bite your lip as you sit your phone down on the counter. “xiao dejun, you are not getting to fuck me on the kitchen counter.”

your boyfriend frowns. “well you’re no fun,” he pouts playfully and you giggle, booping his nose.

“maybe next time,” you tell him. “let’s go watch something while the food cooks, yeah?” you grab his hand and lead him over to the sofa in the main room.

you’re ten minutes into grey’s anatomy and xiaojun is done. as much as he loved watching your favorite shows and movies with you, you couldn’t have asked at a worse time. even though you politely declined his offer of a quick fuck, he was still as turned on and needy as before.

then he got an idea.

xiaojun leans in to plant what starts off as a soft kiss to your cheek, making you blush and giggle. “watch the show, silly,” you mumble to him, who ignores your words and moves his mouth done from your cheek to your neck.

he sucks at the skin of your neck, your eyelids fluttering at the pleasurable feeling. “x-xiaojun, what are you doing?” you stumble on your words, your vision getting blurry from the pleasure.

“well, you said i wasn’t going to fuck you on the counter,” his lips part from your neck to speak. “so i’m gonna fuck you on the couch instead.”

your eyes widen at his direct words. you simply nod your head, feeling a stirring in your stomach.

he smirks as he looks at you, his fingers finding the waistband of your leggings. “let me take these off for you, babe.” he hums as you lift your hips so he can slide both your leggings and panties down with ease.

“lay down,” he tells you, watching with that mischievous look in his eyes as you lower yourself to lay on the couch, staring up at him with need in your eyes. “good girl.” 

you watch eagerly as your boyfriend pulls off his sweatpants, revealing that he was in fact not wearing underwear underneath. the sight makes you drool.

for a moment, you slip back into reality. “what if someone comes in?” you bite your lip nervously before shaking your head. “it’s too risky, jun.” “come on, y/n,” xiaojun pouts. “you really wanna pass up on all this?” he gestures at himself in a cocky manner.

never wanting to give him the satisfaction, you shrug. “you’re meh,” you respond, watching as xiaojun’s face changes.

“ah, really?” he raises a brow at you. you nod confidently. your boyfriend hums and nods back at you, with a suspicious look on his face. “that’s not what you said last night.”

you blush and roll your eyes. “whatever, just,” you sigh, giving in finally. “don’t make so much noise.”

xiaojun scoffs. “i don’t think i’m the one you’ll have to worry about along those lines,” he chuckles before aligning his hardened length with your aching core. “i could tell you the same thing.” he pushes himself into you without a warning and you gasp, your eyes widening at the sudden stretch.

“a little warning would be nice,” you groan as he starts to move at a steady rhythm. you tug your bottom lip under your top one as you try desperately to stay quiet.

xiaojun lets out small, harsh breaths as he thrusts into you at a harder and faster pace. “fuck, y/n,” he groans, leaning his head back before looking back down at you who stares back up at him with need. “so tight still and i just fucked you yesterday.”

his crude words send you spiraling as you roll your eyes back slightly, accidently letting a small moan emit from your throat. you partly wished he wasn’t so good at this so you could stay quiet. but the other half of you was glad he was so good at this so you could let the world know how good he was making you feel.

“dejun,” you moan out his name, feeling his hips snap into yours even harder than before. “dejun, more, please!” you plea, a little louder than you wanted to.

your boyfriend picks one of your legs up and places it on his shoulder, allowing him to fuck you at a new, deeper angle. “like this, hm?” he asks you, knowing you wouldn’t be able to respond.

“fuck, yes,” you try to bite your lip to keep yourself quiet again but to no avail. “it’s s-so good,” you stumble on your words as his cock rams into you at an impossible speed. 

xiaojun grips your hips so roughly you were sure you’d be bruised there later. he leans down to place his lips by your ear so he could whisper to you. “at least i know how to be quiet,” he speaks in a low toned whisper, making you shiver. “unlike some people,” he smirks at you, who only whimpers as his hips keep their harsh rhythm.

“wasn’t it you who told me to keep it down and now look at you, barely able to keep your mouth shut,” he hisses, eyes darkening as your noises get louder. “guess you’re just too much of a slut for me to care, huh?”

you nod your head, your hands gripping at his arms with a death grip. 

“use your words, darling, you know you can,” he hums, waiting to hear what he wanted to hear. you usually wouldn’t give in that easy but he just felt so good, you couldn’t resist.

“fuck, yes, jun,” you finally open your mouth again. “i-i’m a slut for you.” you pant out, feeling that familiar knot in your stomach.

xiaojun chuckles darkly at your response, rolling his hips just so to make you **almost** scream.

“fuck!” you whisper yell as you release all over his length, your nails digging into the skin of his arm. the intensity of your orgasm triggers his and he releases after you.

“oh, fuck, babe,” he groans as his cum spills into you (you were on the pill no worries). “fuck, you’re so perfect.” he pants heavily as he stares down you, who pants equally as heavy.

“i love you, dejun.” you mumble as he pulls out of you and lays beside you, pulling the throw blanket over yourselves.

your boyfriend smiles warmly, planting a soft kiss on the bridge of your nose. “i love you too, y/n.”

...

“...are y’all done fucking now?”

“yangyang!”

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sorry this took so long :,) i hope it’s good or better than you wanted :) <33

[hintofelation99]

Batfamily sorted into Hogwarts houses?

Ooohhhh a classic, I love it! Tbh I have no clue how controversial my opinions are here, like honestly each member fits several houses well. So I just went with what felt best to me, but I'd love to hear other's opinions!

First let's go over the main traits of each house, these are the traits I will be focusing on.

Gryffindor -> Bravery, daring, nerve, and confidence

Hufflepuff -> Hard work, dedication, patience, loyalty, and fair play

Ravenclaw -> Intelligence, knowledge, curiosity, creativity, and wit

Slytherin -> Ambition, leadership, determination, cunning, and resourcefulness

Bruce

-> Hufflepuff: I feel like this one will be rather controversial and honestly it was pretty difficult to decide on. But I think his overall dedication to the mission is what sold it for me. Like that's one of his more consistent character traits, he values the mission above all else. And I don't think of that value or dedication as coming from a place of ambition, but rather a place of loyalty. Honestly Batman's relationship with Gotham really exemplifies both patience and dedication, at least it does in my mind. Hufflepuff is also sometimes thought of as the house that accepts all, so people who don't have a good designation can go there, which is pretty on point with Bruce adopting a shit ton of kids.

Dick

-> Gryffindor: This one might be a tad cliche, but I think that it fits. Because all of the batfam is daring and brave, but Dick takes so much joy from these traits. He’s known for defying gravity and having fun doing it. He’s also the typical confident older brother, like he definitely has insecurities but overall he’s a pretty confident guy. He’s a leader who paved the way for Robins and continues to protect the rights of young heroes. He’s known for being super protective of his family and is willing to make sacrifices for them. Also he brave enough to design a custom that had no pants and confident enough to run around in that costume.

Babs

-> Ravenclaw: Babs the oracle, she’s basically the definition of knowledge. She definitely exemplifies other houses as well but her dedication to knowledge and intelligence definitely put her in Ravenclaw for me. After being paralyzed a lot of people thought she would give up being a vigilante, but instead she turned information into a weapon and a shield. Instead of giving up she created a new and now invaluable position. She isn’t just smart, she’s clever and quick thinking, always ready for any situation.

Jason

-> Hufflepuff: Okay, so in a lot of ways Jason mirrors Bruce. He’s incredibly loyal to his home, has strict rules that he (mostly) stands by like don’t hurt kids and no abusers get no mercy (and yes I’m using the terms rules loosely here). But honestly what sold the whole ‘Jason is hufflepuff’ thing for me is how protective/kind his is of crime victims, specifically women and children. He was a crime lord who fought to for kids, who didn't tolerate abuse, and who protected prostitutes. And yeah that's all super brave and very Gryffindor-esque, but in my mind it all comes from a place of genuine kindness, and that's what makes him a Hufflepuff to me.

Cass

-> Hufflepuff: Cass is deadly, she could snap just about anyone like a twig, but she's also a complete cinnamon roll. She's a sweetheart who adores her family and, for the most part, likes people. Cass is kind and sweet and she literally booped Batman on the nose. Like if that isn't the most Hufflepuff thing, than I don't know what is. She's just the epitome of 'soft cute Hufflepuff,' but also never forget that she can easily kill you.

Tim

-> Ravenclaw: In my opinion (and I think also canonically but I'm not 100% on that) Tim is the smartest bat. Tim literally outsmarted Ra's Al Ghul and he figured out Batman's identity when he was just a child. And he's not just 'I know a lot of things' smart, he's cunning and knows how to plan for any outcome, how to out wit others, how to lie to Batman. Like in the Red Robin arc his Tim's side quest is outsmarting the league of assassins and pissing off Ras Al Ghul. That's such a Ravenclaw (and baller) move.

Steph

-> Gryffindor: Steph had the nerve to put on a purple suit, she was daring enough to hit Robin with a brick, and she was brave enough to become Batgirl even after her encounter with Black Mask. She's bold and shameless in all the best ways. Like Steph isn't the greatest fighter or most skilled bat, but she's bold and fearless and that's what makes her such a great hero.

Duke

-> Slytherin: This one took me forever to decide on, but I realized that Duke has all the smarts of a Ravenclaw and all the bravery of a Gryffindor. Traits that both fit perfectly into Slytherin. He's cunning and smart and an amazing leader and so determined. Duke lead the 'We Are Robin' movement and made his life goal to out riddle the Riddler. Honestly he's the perfect mix of smart and brave and really exemplefies the best of the Slytherin traits.

Damian

-> Slytherin: This one is a bit lack luster and a bit typical, but I do think it's fitting. He's cunning and ambitious and really values his heritage. Damian knows his life goals, he knows where his heritage can take him, and he will do anything to reach his full potential. And I do think that he has some Hufflepuff undertones, undertones that come out even more around animals and Jon, but overall he is a Slytherin.

And wowie, I'm done. This took waaayyyyyy longer than expected, so sorry for that. Honestly when I saw this ask I was like 'oh, cool, easy!' then I tried to answer and holy shit. I went back and forth so much and could not decide. So after many days and much thought this is what I ended up with. That being said I did really love this ask bc it was super fun.

Also srry if there are any typos but if I keep trying to edit this I will never finish bc I will keep changing my mind.