#so i feel like i’ve just needed to say this in some way or another

[seungfl0wer]

*𝐼𝓃𝓉𝓇𝓊𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒*

Pairing: Vampire!Changbin x Reader (Fem)

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Idk what to put it as but changbin breaks in but there’s consent for the deed so. Choking, hand pinning, mentions of blood, unprotected sex, Creampie, oral(f), slight manhandling. This got some plot to it to wow- as always sorry for any mistakes or missing warnings!

This was requested from my second prompt list with the prompt 3: “Look at you”. Side note I wanted to have this out earlier but I ended up getting sick :( so sorry for the late posting it!

-🖤

It was late, you were in your bed fast asleep. The window open to let the nice summer breeze in. You could hear faint sounds of crickets chirping which only put you into a deeper sleep. Your slumber was cut short however, a big hand gripping at your throat as another pushed down your other arm.

Your eyes show open staring up at the silhouette of the man above you. He pushed your head to the side giving clear way to your neck. You tried pushing him off of you his strong legs held you in place as he grabbed your other hand. Holding them both above your head now. “Get the hell off of me!” You yelled still struggling underneath him.

“Struggling so much and for what? We both know you can’t break free.” He said with a chuckle. “Just let me have my taste of you sweetheart” he spoke again his voice coming out like honey. In the midst of everything you took notice of his long fangs he had. You knew vampires were real but you had never encountered one. At least that you knew of. “I saw you at the library, from all my years on this planet I’ve never smelled anyone like you” he said almost groaning.

“You’re- you’re a vampire?” You asked sheepishly.

“That I am sweetheart. Now just relax hm? It’ll only hurt for a second. I promise to be gentle.” He said his head now nuzzling at your neck. He took a long whiff of your skin before sinking his teeth into you. You body arched at the sharp pain only to be met with a warm feeling circulating your body. He was telling the truth, it only hurt for a split second.

He lapped at your neck making you let out an embarrassing loud moan. He chuckled against your skin before his hand ran down your body. “Look at that, no panties? You must have been expecting me hmm” he said with another chuckle. Your eyes fluttered open and close at the feeling of his touch, at his words. His fingers ghostly brushed against your folds making him groan loudly. He pulled away from your neck moving himself quickly down your body. “Fuck- look at you- you’re soaked” he said with a wild smirk.

“Shut up” you said moving yourself upwards to get away from him. He quickly grabbed your legs pulling you right back down to him “uh uh no running sweetheart, let me take care of you hm?” He said diving quickly to your core giving you no time to protest. He lapped at your folds like he did to your neck this time though it was messier. His pretty nose rubbed against your clit as he ate you out tongue darting into you. Your head fell back, fuck you’ve never had anyone eat you out like this. Like it was the only way they could live, like they needed it like they needed air. Or in his case I guess- blood.

He pushed his fingers into you pumping slowly at first finding the right speed to drive you crazy. “How does every part of you just taste so- sweet? It’s addicting.” He mumbled against your skin. Your cunt clenched around his fingers you were so close already. He curled his fingers at just the right spot as he started to suck at your clit. “Let go sweetheart, cum for me” he said eyes keeping contact with yours.

He let a small nibble to your clit making your body arch, shaking as you came hard around his fingers. Just like your neck he cleaner you up making sure to not leave any of your sweet nectar behind. “You think you can give me one more? Cum on my cock like that hm? Can you do that for me sweetheart?” He asked in that same sweet honey voice.

“And- and if I say no” you breathed out.

“Then I’ll leave, but we both know you want this just as much as I do. I’ll be gentle I promise.” He said again. You took a moment to think, were you really gonna let this guy have what he wanted? You could see from the moonlight how handsome he truly was. Soft red eyes, the sharp jaw line and oh god that body. He wasn’t the stereotypical scrawny vampire no he was buff. Those big arms would be perfect little pillows.

“Well sweetheart?” He said snapping you back to reality. “What’s your decision?”

“Fine, only on one condition” you said trying to look sternly at him.

“And what may that be?” He asked scooting closer to you.

“I think I deserve- deserve cuddles after this” you said the request making him smile. Fuck- was his smile so sweet looking.

“Of course, you’ve been so good for me I wouldn’t dream of leaving you just yet” he said moving closer to kiss you but you pulled back.

“One more thing” you said.

“That would be two conditions then” he teased. “But go on”

“What’s your name?” You asked.

“Oh, how could I forget my manners I’m sorry sweetheart. I’m changbin. Seo Changbin” he said.

Your eyes went wide, the little you did know about vampires you knew that last name. They were a huge coven with many high class vampires. “Wait- seo?” You asked.

“I’ll take all your questions after sweetheart, but for now I’m going to give this sweet little cunt what she’s craving” he said running his fingers up your folds.

He got his body positioned on top of you leaning down to finally kiss you. You could hear as he did his pants hitting the floor somewhere. He moved his cock up and down your folds collecting the slick enough to glide right in. When he pushed inside of you, you were shocked. His cock was fat, the thickness stretching you out so nicely. If it wasn’t for his work earlier it probably would have hurt. When he was nestled nicely inside you he peered down at you. His eyes searching your face for any signs of discomfort.

“You- you can move” you said softly. And with that he did. He started off slow and deep. His cock taking in your warm walls as it moved.

“Fuck- everything about you is just so perfect” he groaned. His movements picked up but not before he hooked your legs. Pushing them to your chest as he made himself go as deep as possible. You could feel his heavy balls smacking against your ass as he pounded into you.

“Feel- good?” He asked breathily.

“S’good- feels so good” you moaned out. Your hands reached up to him, grabbing his strong muscular arms. His eyes looked so soft like he didn’t wanna hurt you. Like you were this precious little thing to him. He took your hand into his interlocking your fingers as he let your legs fall back to the side. He moved his body down towards you kissing you passionately.

He kissed down your jaw line and almost instinctively you moved your head, revealing your neck to him. This made something in his brain short circuit. His pupils dilated becoming a bit redder a low almost growl escaped his lips. Before you knew it, he was pounding into you faster, harder and somehow deeper. His fangs found your neck once again biting at the sensitive skin.

Everything mixed together had you seeing stars, moans and cries spilled from your lips as you felt you high fast approaching. “Cum. Cum for me sweetheart- fucking cum for me” he said in that same almost growl tone. Your body arched with one final thrust you both were cumming hard. Your body shook almost violently, with such a strong orgasm.

He moved himself back to your face kissing you lovingly before pushing some hair away.

He stared at you with so much love in his eyes it made you blush. “I broke one of my number one rules” he said with a light chuckle.

“Which was?” You asked.

“I never kiss anyone during sex, almost makes it feel to loving. But. I couldn’t help it. For you I’d give all my love” he said that honey voice returning. “I’ve watched you for a while, there was just something about you that I kept getting drawn to.” He added.

He kissed your nose softly before cradling you in his arms as if it was something he’s always done. He ran a warm bath before placing you into it. “I’m sorry for being so rough at the end, it’s just you- you bared your neck to me. That’s something that we vampires see as a sign of love and trust” he admitted.

“You’re from the seo coven right?” You asked, the question that you had wanted to from earlier.

“That I am, I’m actually one of the highest heirs. A vampire born from vampires. A pure blood if you will.” He said.

“So what you’re telling me is, a royal wanted me?” You said with a smile.

“Oh sweetheart, anyone would want you. You’re perfect in so many ways” he said stroking your hair. “Now let’s get you cleaned up shall we? I think one of your conditions was cuddling hmm?” He said kissing your forehead.

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[thatnonameuser]

Ooh, do you feel like any of the yans would try to keep their darling ill by giving them minor poisons, so they can't go outside or try to escape? Like, they put it in their darling's water or food to make them feverish or lethargic.

(I can particularly picture this with Trey, Vil, or Jamil maybe Epel's family if they help him keep his darling captive at Harveston)

Absolutely!

There has to be some kind of mystique about you being sick and vulnerable. Being so helpless against whatever they could do to you, dependent on them for aid and, should you try to resist, they can make your sickness worse so that they can have more aforementioned.

To add, Munchausen by proxy might be a common occurrence in the yandereverse, though the disorder is warped to have the attention of the people they make ill, their darlings. It's surprisingly common, with such a wide variety of potions and over-the counter medications there are for weakening a darling, it’s very easy for some yanderes to attain the medicine and magic necessary to do so, like from pharmacies or being taught how to make them in schools.

With that being said, Trey is definitely one of them. (he’s kind of already done it before) Going on the current canon I’ve written, he’s already been using magic to cause you to have constant fainting spells and fatigue requires you to get help if it continues as much as it does, (It’ll get worse), Once you’re in his grasp, you won’t have a choice but to accept whatever he’s giving you and all it takes to start it is you trusting him enough to not think twice of him putting something into whatever you eat.

Vil is definitely another, with his UM and potion prowess, he’s able to make you debilitatingly ill without you even having to consume whatever he gives you. It also gives him the ability to help you become more ‘perfect’ under the guise of making you better, (There's also something beautiful about you being ‘pallid’ from sickness) I think he might not just do it for the reason of simply being obsessed with you. You being ill keeps you from interacting with his crazy fanbase, so the longer you’re ‘ill’ the safer you are from the public eye.

If Book 4 taught me anything, it’s that Jamil is very good at manipulating and sickness makes that easier. He’ll use his own knowledge on poison tasting to hide milder poisons into what you might eat or drink, and after that he can enjoy the effects of you being dependent. Best of all, in his case at least, should you attempt to fight/rebel against him (probably saying you can take care of yourself) he’ll give you what you ask for while making your ailment more debilitating. What better way to make you dependent and helpless than by tricking you into needing his aid, and turning you against yourself by tricking you into thinking that you are the one ‘in the wrong’.

Regarding Epel’s family, or families in general poisoning you, (originally a throw away line, but I can make it work) while the guys will probably need to earn your trust, you’re more comfortable around their families. Bad move, stupid even. But watching the sons deal with you being difficult is hard to watch.

For Epel’s meemaw, Marja probably used the old ‘spiked’ apple cider trick to marry his Peepaw, so of course she’s gonna help out where she can. And a warm cup of cider after being out in the freezing cold is usually a welcome and very innocuous way to trick someone into consuming something that will make them suddenly too sick to travel. Plus, her age and demeanour helps, making her seem like a caring old lady just worried for a cold houseguest (that just happens to be her grandson’s one true love) nothing for you to be suspicious about.

[sophsbookstore]

Floral Encounters

Charles Leclerc x Florist!reader ｡･:*˚:✧｡

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Word count: 1340

A/N: lmaoooo i've been gone for a really..really long time…but guys we are so back! New year, new fanfics that need to be written. Requests are still very much open if you have anything you wanna see, sorry for the absence and happy reading!! <33

The little flower shop nestled on a quiet street in Monaco was a peaceful haven among the hustle and bustle of the city. Inside, the soft scent of roses and lilies mixed with the gentle hum of classical music playing from an old speaker in the corner. The owner, Y/N, was behind the counter, arranging the last few bouquets of the day. She loved her shop, the routine of it, the way it allowed her to be surrounded by beauty every day. But most of all, she loved the chance encounters—those small moments where someone new would come in, buying flowers for loved ones, or sometimes for no reason at all.

It was a Tuesday afternoon when he first walked in.

Charles Leclerc.

He had been a familiar face on the streets of Monaco for years, though Y/N had never had the chance to meet him. She had seen him in passing at a café or two, but nothing that could spark a conversation. She couldn’t say she was a huge fan of Formula 1, but she knew enough to recognize the man who had become a hero to so many in the city.

He stepped into the shop, the doorbell chiming as it swung open, and for a moment, Y/N was taken aback. She quickly composed herself and flashed him a friendly smile.

“Hello, can I help you with anything?” Y/N asked the man in front of her

Charles paused for a second, as if processing her presence. His green eyes flicked over the shelves filled with flowers, before landing on her. His lips curved upward in a small, charming smile.

“I need a bouquet,” he said, his accent thick but easy to understand. “Something... for my mother.”

Y/N nodded, stepping forward to guide him. “We have a variety of roses, peonies, maybe some tulips... what’s the occasion?”

He scratched the back of his neck, clearly trying to find the right words. “No real occasion. I just wanted to do something nice for her.”

The simplicity of it made Y/N’s heart flutter a little. He wasn’t here for a birthday or an anniversary. Just because. That kind of thoughtfulness was rare. She tilted her head slightly, studying him for a second before offering a suggestion.

“Well, if you’re looking for something elegant, I’d recommend a mix of white roses and lilies. They’re classic, timeless.”

Charles raised an eyebrow, his lips twitching as if he was amused by the suggestion. “Timeless, huh? I like the sound of that.”

Y/N gave a small laugh and picked out a few stems, expertly arranging them in a hand-tied bouquet. “The lilies symbolize purity, and the roses... well, they symbolize admiration and love. Perfect for a mother, don’t you think?”

He leaned against the counter, watching her work with an intensity that made her feel a little warmer than usual. “Sounds like you know your flowers,” he said with a grin.

“I’ve been doing this for a while,” Y/N replied, her fingers moving with practiced precision as she wrapped the bouquet in parchment paper. “You get to learn a lot when you’re surrounded by them every day.”

When she was finished, she handed him the bouquet. “Here you go. I hope she loves it.”

Charles took the bouquet, his fingers brushing against hers for a moment, sending a small jolt through her. He didn’t pull away right away. Instead, he looked down at the flowers, his expression softening.

“I’m sure she will,” he said quietly. Then, as if thinking of something, he added with a teasing smirk, “You’ve made this a bit hard to top. Do you take requests?”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “What do you have in mind?”

“I might need you to help me with another bouquet next week,” he said, his gaze lingering on hers just a little longer than necessary. “But... this time, it might be for someone special.”

Y/N grinned, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks. “I’d be happy to help,” she said, her voice lighter now, more playful. “Maybe I’ll even throw in a little extra flair for someone special.”

Charles gave her a wink and turned toward the door. “I’ll hold you to that,” he said with a laugh before leaving the shop, the bell above the door ringing again.

The days turned into weeks, and Charles kept his word. Every time he raced in Monaco or elsewhere, he would come into the shop, often with a similar request. Sometimes it was for his mother, sometimes for a friend, and sometimes, he hinted that it was for someone else entirely.

After a particularly thrilling race where he finished second, Charles returned to the shop, his eyes practically glowing with excitement. He was still wearing his racing gear, and Y/N couldn’t help but notice how different he looked outside the car—his intense, competitive energy replaced with something a little more... relaxed.

“Back for more flowers?” Y/N asked as he entered, a knowing smile playing on her lips.

He nodded, though there was a certain hesitation in his usual confident stance. “Yes, but this time, I’m celebrating something special.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, walking over to him. “Oh? What are you celebrating?”

Charles paused, glancing around the shop as if to gather his thoughts. Then, his gaze landed on hers, and a flicker of something unspoken passed between them.

“I’m celebrating getting to see you again,” he said, his voice low and sincere.

Her heart skipped a beat. It wasn’t the first time he’d said something like that, but hearing it now, in such a direct way, made it feel like something new.

Y/N smiled, feeling a flutter of excitement in her chest. “Well, that’s a good reason to celebrate.”

He grinned, stepping closer to the counter. “I think so.” He leaned in just a little, lowering his voice. “What do you think? Another bouquet, just to make it official?”

Y/N considered him for a moment, her fingers brushing against a vase of lilies nearby. “I think you’re getting pretty good at this... but how about we make it even more official?”

Charles raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “What do you mean?”

Her smile widened, and she set down the flowers she was holding. “How about you let me buy you dinner?”

He blinked in surprise, clearly taken aback for a second. Then, the corner of his mouth lifted into a grin. “You’re asking me out?”

“Is that so hard to believe?” Y/N teased, her eyes dancing with mischief.

Charles chuckled softly, his eyes not leaving hers. “Not at all.” He leaned forward just a bit more, his voice quieter. “I’d love to have dinner with you.”

Y/N’s heart raced, but she didn’t let the excitement show too much. “It’s a date, then,” she said with a wink.

The dinner was set for a few days later, at a small, intimate restaurant by the harbor. Charles showed up in a simple button-up shirt and jeans, looking effortlessly handsome. They shared stories over a bottle of wine, laughing at each other's jokes and enjoying the easy, warm atmosphere between them. The night ended with a stroll along the water, hand in hand, both of them silently agreeing that it was the beginning of something new.

Charles looked at Y/N, his expression soft. “You know, I’ve been to Monaco many times, but I think this is the first time I’ve really felt like I’m home.”

Y/N smiled, squeezing his hand gently. “Well, I’m glad I could be a part of that.”

“I think you’re going to be part of a lot of things in my life,” he said, his voice sincere.

She couldn’t help but smile at the thought, her heart full. “I’m looking forward to it, Charles. I really am.”

And as the stars twinkled overhead, they both knew that this was just the beginning.

[luckymousey]

Thoughts about Ace's dream (parts 245-248) (mostly things I liked)

THEY FINALLY UPLOADED ACE’S DREAM BABYYYYYYYYYY

First of all, to be honest, when I first saw the snap in Tumblr I thought: wait, didn’t the Stitch event end already?🤨 and then I realized it was his dream.

Let’s start!

⚠️ English is not my first language, and there are spoilers⚠️

There might be some spelling mistakes

Cater filming everything with his phone through the whole ride, I just love how he’s still himself (Honestly, I feel that not a single student of Heartslabyul would feel dizzy because of the traveling, yk, they’re based off Alice in Wonderland, and Alice fell through a hole, I’m sure they would feel dizzy by others things, not something that’s similar to a roller coaster ride) and then he says: ah, but Grimmy was shouting too loudly and the wind is annoying, I need to put music to hide it 😔

I also love the fact that he takes photos of everything even knowing that the photos aren’t in his real phone (I hope they find a way to recover the photos for Cater)

When Sebek asked if Ace is from Sunset Savanna I was like: wait, weren’t they friends? How could he not know? And then I realized i had been looking at too many fanarts of the first year gang *slaps forehead*

Honestly, I’m impressed by how much knowledge this guys have, when Deuce said that Ace lived near the capital of the Kingdom of Roses, Leona started talking about how it was not possible for them to have an ocean near (maybe I’m too dumb to know things like these, maybe not)

Grim getting disappointed that it was a dream, he really wanted to have holidays the 365 days of the year 😂 (my baby son is so cute)

Cater saying that he knew skateboarding and surfing, I don’t know, I just LOVED that fact, even more, I’ve a headcanon of the TWST actor AU I wrote some time ago that says that both Leona and Cater use their brooms like surfboards while filming because they go surfing together during summer.

I love that we got to know more about Cater

Idia’s comment right after Cater explained why he liked those hobbies, he’s like a narrator inside the book, but instead of talking to the public, he talks to himself

AND RIGHT AFTER THAT HIS OWN BROTHER SNITCHES ON HIM, HAHAHA, I just couldn’t stop myself from laughing when he said Idia also made himself a small boat (the video I saw was in Spanish and it said “barca”, which means boat in English, I’m not sure if the game referred it as a literal boat tho)

And Idia’s wish? Riding a shopping cart through a home goods store? I also wish for that, Idia, a lot of people wish doing that, you’re not alone, my man.

When Idia got scared because Cater reminded him of the time when he kidnapped Riddle and others with a smile, he just started stuttering, so cute (his actions weren’t cute tho)

ACE MAKES HIS APPEARANCE, YES BABYYYYYYYY (I love him so much 😭)

Idk why, but I just love when the characters shout at people, like calling them from afar, and Ace nailed it

It seems like the Lilo and Stitch event doesn’t happen in the original timeline, because everyone was so surprised (even Yuu has the option to make a comment about his shirt or his sunglasses)

Honestly, I never, EVER, thought about the fruit that was on Ace’s shoulder until Grim pointed it out, I swear to you all that I started laughing once I imagined someone having to walk with those and couldn’t stop until I remembered I still had to watch the episode (and now I got another headcanon for the actor AU 😈)

AND NOW RIDDLE APPEARSSSSSS

I loved when he went like: “don’t overdo it, got it, Ace?” And then everyone was like: “YOU ARE ALREADY OVERDOING IT!” I think they thought Ace’s imagination was too powerful

When Cater pointed out that Riddle was showing his bellybutton, it reminded me of that meme of: SHOW US YOUR ANKLE, SHOW US YOUR ANKLE (we’re talking about Riddle here, I wouldn’t be surprised if he got flustered about naked skin)

I realized that Riddle is kind of naive, because he says: “Ace told me this was a formal attire for an island” and he just did as he was told, my poor boy, one day, you’re getting pranked

And then he slowly approaches Cater and whispers (which made him look sooooo cute) him if he looks weird (NO MY BABY, YOU DON’T, 10 OUT OF 10, YOU’RE SLAYING MY QUEEN), HE LOOKED LIKE A BABY ASKING HIS OLDER BROTHER FOR ADVICES

Considering both Silver and Sebek are in the same club as Riddle (in one of Ruggie’s cards, Sebek even got punished by him while doing club activities) their surprise is understandable

One thing I didn’t really like is that we didn’t get to see fake!Trey or fake!Cater wearing new outfits 🥹

I know they all wear makeup, but for someone reason my eyes couldn’t stop looking at their eyes, they are all so fucking gorgeous, ugh

Honestly, does someone here knows if Cater is rich or not? Because they also mention that Cater was the one who rented the private island (I know it’s a dream, but who knows) maybe it’s because of his father’s job?

And Cater immediately getting into his role, he knows what he’s doing, he’s so smart, I love him.

When Ace suggests getting changed because he doesn’t like seeing the school uniform Leona said (I’m not quoting from the game): “we’re BUSY” I felt it was more like: “I want to get over this bullshit and take a nap”

THE WAY ACE WAS SMILING WHEN HE ANNOUNCED THE REASON OF THE CELEBRATION, that is the same smile he has when something good happens to him, but knowing what’s going to happen next, I just couldn’t help it🥲

I also realized how much I like when a lot of characters shout at the same time, it’s nice to hear

The part where Ace denied when Trey said how they would get sad talking about Yuu leaving, I know you’re just a tsundere, accept it, Trappola I’m still not prepared for that part

In the video Idia says: “I could be hit by a extroverted lighting” I’m just loving everyhting Idia says

I got sad when Ortho said there was no point in attacking him, I wanted to see Ace getting bullied (don’t hate on me, it’s just karma doing its job)

I would’ve loved if Jack and Epel were there too

Ace was talking like a salesman: “we got pink shirt here, and then a yellow one, and then a blue one” I just can’t with him 😂

We can’t see what is really happening between the characters (like, two characters could be hugging but we aren’t able to see it because this is not an anime, yet) but I believe Grim took Ace by his hair, pulled it and shouted in his ear to make him clear they were in a dream, YOU’RE DOING GREAT BABY, SHOW HIM WHO THE REAL BOSS IS

Aaaaand, we made it until here, no matter how many times I say it, I’m not prepared to reach that part

[taelophone]

Frat Boys & Parties ˙⟡ — A tutorial. ⋆⭒˚｡⋆ "How do I write a Frat Party?"

Ok, so as a luigi girlie, I want you guys to understand how to write our frat boy correctly !! Heres a lil walkthru of a frat party! The good, bad, and the gross lol

!DISCLAIMER! Not every frat is the same, but these are some common themes ive seen after about 4-5 crashes at diff brotherhoods lol

1. The Party

Ok, so this is a p self explanatory part. What is a frat party like, and what are some common misconceptions.

The most common one i see is that there’s some sort of “guest list” or that in order to get into a frat, you have to come with a brother. This isn’t true…at all. You will be LET IN for being a woman, as long as they find you “attractive” (I did say the bad would be included). Frat parties are usually not invite only, and if they are it’s usually a brother thing. It’s actually harder to get into a frat as a man, as their main goal is as many chicks in the house AS POSSIBLE. If you come with ONE dude as ONE chick, you will separated if he’s not a brother lol. They won’t let him in.

If you do go with a man, please bring at least 3-4 friends. There needs to be a ratio lol.

Now how do you even get into a frat? Simple! Word of mouth, socializing, etc. if you have even one friend that’s a social butterfly, you will more than likely be aware of when different frats are hosting. There is usually NO invite system.

You can make a character that’s known to be social, you can be the social friend, etc etc. But honestly its not difficult if you have even a slightly small friend group.

2. What It’s like

You can always tell when someone hasn’t been to a frat by the way they talk about them. They are very VERY gross😭 You will be uncomfortable, the music is painfully loud and shitty, the tables are sticky, everyone smells sweaty, and you will get hit on and very potentially harassed. This is why it’s wiser to come with a male friend and 4-5 girlfriends. It’s not wise to be at a frat alone or just with one girl. Remember, the goal is ALWAYS going to be getting you drunk.

Write about the stickiness of the floor, how humid the room feels, the constant jostling of bodies, and the people around you. The party will feel less realistic and flat if there’s no small dialogue. For example, bumping into people.

“Excuse me, sorry!” A random girl squeaked, a drunken smile on her face as she squeezed past, her pupils the size of dinner plates.

Or if you’re feeling a little more frat-boy motivated, write a brief interaction with a brother.

“Hey…you havin’ fun? Yeah, my dude Jacob put this party together. He’s kind of an asshole, cuz he made me do all the planning, but it’s whatever.”

If your character is more reserved and tends not to drink, the night will be uncomfortable for them. One way I like to show discomfort or emphasize the grotesque is use “gross” imagery. Compare the actions and surroundings of your character to formally uncomfortable topics and ideas. Remember, imagery is a GREAT tool! Use it to make your advantage and make your readers skin crawl!!

“The crowd around you wiggled and thrashed like a hoard of hungry maggots attacking at a piece of rotten fruit, the bitter and stale taste of the cheap beer serving as their stimulant in the ghostly night.”

And on the topic of beer, it’s ALWAYS cheap. It’s free, so why are you complaining? Complaining about the drinks is usually a no no lmfao😭 make sure to include that in as well! I can’t give you any brands to go off of cuz it’s different at every party I’ve been to, but it’s usually NEVER any high quality shit. No Heineken, no Bud Lite, no Miller.

Cheap beer tastes literally like scorching expired fruit. It has the stalest taste ever. It’s DISGUSTING. I need to emphasize this so YOU can emphasize it in your writing. Alcohol burns! It hurts to chug, it hurts to sip, it’s “spicy”. This is another opportunity to use allusion and imagery in your writing. Talk about how it feels like flames going down, or how it bites at the flat part of your tongue and stings your nose.

Now, if your character is a little bit more open to drinking, slowly begin to go from “gross” imagery or themes of discomfort into fantasy and “wonderland-esque” imagery.

You’ll have more fun at a frat if you’re not sober, and that’s the tea. Monitor how much your character is drinking, and how she should be reacting in this state! I break it up into a couple of levels.

Buzzed.

Tipsy

Sloppy

Blackout

At buzzed, your character should slowly begin to get more social. She’s giggly, happy, and a little more relaxed but still very in tune with her surroundings. Spend more time in the party than you will in her mind. At this point, she’s thinking a little bit less, so try to cut a little bit of monologue.

At tipsy, she’s getting loose-lipped and courageous. Talking to strangers, dancing with a brother she’s never met, pursuing the goal she had originally come to the party for (if she has one), and a little bit less aware. She may lose her friends in the sea of people, but she’s overall still fine.

At SLOPPY, she’s becoming a bit of a nuisance. She’s getting loud, bumping into people a bit harder than usual, has no concept of personal space, and is a yap machine. She’s talking so much, and is stumbling and laughing at anything. Or, quite the contrary, she’s crying and sitting on the floor. Depends on who she is.

At Blackout, she’s slowing down. Her words are drastically slurred, so be prepared to ignore your grammarly. She’s stumbling through people, likely trying to find a place to sit down, the lights are way brighter than they actually are, and she might even throw up.

THISSS is how you write being drunk! It varies from person to person, because I am unfortunately a flirty and energetic drunk, but this is a baseline to work with.

The more your character drinks, the more their headspace should reflect this feeling. Some words like floaty, tingly, euphoric, giddy, etc should suffice. I even like to compare it to space because sometimes it do be feeling like zero gravity😔

do we want a part 2 with how to write actual Frat boys? Cuz it seems not many of us have encountered them irl…(it’s better that way trust.)

[uceyliyahh]

WHITE TEE

Summary: Normani went to her very first Monday Night Raw in her hometown Atlanta to see her favorite superstar Jey Uso in his all white outfit until one thing led to another in his locker room.

Warnings: unprotected sex, hot make-out session, fingering, praises, daddy kink, mamas, mama, oral (M, F, receiving), creampie, fluff at the end :)

word count: 4,717

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

again mdni you have been warned.

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OMNSCIENT

Normani had been eagerly anticipating this day—her chance to see her favorite wrestler perform live in Atlanta. Excitement bubbled within her as she prepared to head out with her friends, who shared her passion for wrestling. After perfecting her makeup and applying a glossy lip color, she playfully smacked her lips together, creating that satisfying “pop” sound. Glancing at the clock, she realized it was already seven-thirty; they needed to leave soon to make it to the arena before the show kicked off.

She gazed at the presents she intended to give him, planning to wait until after the show, knowing that once he emerged, the crowd would erupt in excitement. Meanwhile, Normani glanced over to ensure her friends were busy chatting away in their group message.

IMESSAGE GC

Gigi🤍: girl I cannot wait to see my favorite wrestler whoop some ass tonight

Tink😘: yesss me too I love me some Dom Dom Liv Morgan better move her ass out the way fr 😭

Mani💗: yall are so funny fr

Tink😘: girl how can you be so calm to right now? You finna see Main Event Jey Uso for the first time

Gigi🤍: what she said

Mani💗: if I’m being honest I’m dying on the inside but I’m just tryna to keep my cool for now

Gigi🤍: nah just wait until she sees him she’s going to fold instantly hell he might just fold you up like a pretzel

Tink😘: STOP 😭😭

Mani💗: GENESIS! STOP IT BRO😭😭

Gigi🤍: 🤷🏽‍♀️ Hey I’m just saying that man look like he a big package so

Mani💗: anyways is yall otw to the crib so we can go

Tink😘: we are pulling up now so come outside and bring a jacket it’s kinda cold

Mani💗: aight I’m coming

Normani picked up her purse and keys, making sure to grab the gifts she had bought for Jey. She took a final glance at her outfit, feeling confident, before making her way downstairs to the door. As she opened it, she was greeted by the sight of her friends waiting for her, the car filled with the vibrant sounds of music. She spotted Tink's head poking out of the window, ready for a fun night ahead.

Tink urged, "Come on, girl! We can't be late!" as Normani hopped into the car, quickly shutting the door. With a swift motion, Tink backed out of the driveway, steering towards the arena.

As they cruised toward the Arena, lost in the rhythm of Gorilla, Tink turned down the volume slightly and leaned over to ask Normani a question, all while effortlessly singing along to the lyrics.

“What kind of gifts did you buy him Mani?” She asked.

“Just something simple like I got him a tiger eye bracelet since I’ve been noticing him and his brother wears that a lot on their wrist and a chain that says Main Event on it nothing to crazy,” Normani said as Tink nodded her head.

“Girrrl you got that man a chain? Oh he’s going to love that for sure,” Genesis replied as Normani rolled her eyes at her before smiling.

She kept a secret from them: she slipped her number into the box containing his chain, hoping he would notice it. Yet, deep down, she was merely a fan, cautiously exploring the possibilities.

The group successfully navigated through security, had their tickets scanned, and even picked up some merchandise before settling into their seats just as the show was set to start. Normani felt a wave of nerves wash over her; this was no longer just a movie playing on the big screen at home—it was happening right in front of her.

As the lights dimmed, a wave of excitement swept through the crowd, and cheers erupted from every corner, including theirs. "Oh my gosh, it's finally happening! I'm so nervous right now!" Genesis exclaimed, feeling the adrenaline surge.

“I know I’m scared bro,” Normani said as the Pyro scared the hell out of them causing them to flinch a bit as they all began to cheer after the Pyro was done.

As the music started, it was clear that the show had kicked off, with the commutators on the big screen making their introductions. The girls were seated in the prime front row, the best seats in the venue. Normani felt a wave of anxiety wash over her, worried that she might miss the chance to present Jey with his gifts, especially since he was always busy greeting fans up in the balcony.

There were a lot of celebrities in the house tonight including rappers like Quavo, Lil Yachty “I heard AMP is here oh my goodness I wanna meet Duke Dennis like he’s so fineee,” Tink said as Normani and Genesis rolled their eyes at her before chuckling.

Genesis shot back, “You’re just like all those other girls, Tink, drooling over Duke.” Tink nudged her arm playfully in response. “Coming from someone who was head over heels for Fanum,” she retorted. As their playful banter continued, Normani found herself lost in thoughts of Jey, imagining how he would appear in real life, far beyond the confines of the screen.

He appeared stunning on the big screen, but she had been hearing rave reviews online about how incredibly handsome he looked in person. That was exactly what she wanted to experience firsthand, just like everyone else. Suddenly, they heard the unmistakable theme song of Seth Freaking Rollins, and the crowd erupted in cheers.

The events of tonight's matches were nothing short of entertaining, especially the moment when Xavier Woods faced the fallout from his parents over their treatment of Big E. It was quite a humorous spectacle. During a commercial break, Normani informed the girls that she needed to step away for a bathroom break, assuring them she'd return in time not to miss any of the action.

As Normani made her way to the bathroom, she was engrossed in her phone, scrolling through social media to catch up on the latest buzz. Completely absorbed in her screen, she failed to notice her surroundings and unexpectedly collided with a tall figure, leaving her momentarily startled.

As she glanced upward, she found herself face-to-face with none other than the Main Event Jey Uso, towering over her, while Jey wrapped an arm around her waist to steady her. The sheer height of Jey was intimidating, and she couldn't shake the feeling of awe as he prepared to make his grand entrance, striding confidently toward the elevators alongside Quavo.

She found herself captivated by his stunning looks, taking in every detail from head to toe. Dressed in an all-white outfit, his jeans hung precariously low, revealing glimpses of his pink boxers and showcasing his tattooed physique—an image that seemed like a fantasy come to life for any girl.

“O-oh I am so sorry I didn’t mean to bump into like this.” Normani hesitated, her words faltering as she caught the sound of his laughter.

“It’s all good lil shawty just be careful next time,” Jey's deep voice enveloped her, casting a spell as she gazed at his charming smile, the glint of his grills sparkling in the light.

As they separated, he released his grip on her waist, and she made her way to the bathroom. Once inside the stall, her heart raced from the thrilling encounter they just shared. She could hardly contain her excitement, eager to share every detail with her friends.

Normani returned to her seat among the girls, her face noticeably flushed. The others exchanged concerned glances, sensing that something was amiss.

“Girl what happened?” Genesis asked.

“Yeah, you look hella flustered right now,” Tink agreed.

She sighed, “I just bumped into Jey Uso before heading inside of the bathroom and yall he’s so breathtaking,” She said as they all gasped.

“Oh my god for real? Did you give him your gift?” Normani shook her head no as they all sighed at her, “Girl! That was your perfect opportunity to give him his gifts!” Genesis said.

She dismissed them with a wave, saying, “I understand, but I’ll hold off until he makes his way over there after he arrives.” Genesis nodded in agreement.

As the crowd erupted in excitement, they caught the first notes of his music filling the air. Hands began to sway in unison, even before the beat dropped. The girls spotted him making his way down from the upper row alongside Quavo, and he looked absolutely stunning—so incredibly captivating that it sent a thrill through Normani, leaving her feeling all warm and fuzzy inside.

She was completely captivated by him, her attention solely on him, leaving no room for thoughts of Quavo. As he descended the steps, she watched him interact with the fans, their hands waving enthusiastically in sync with his movements, including the commentators, which added a humorous touch to the scene.

He approached them, locking eyes with Normani and flashing a charming smile before effortlessly leaping over the barricade alongside Quavo. The girls couldn't help but tease her as he showcased his dazzling grills, climbing onto the table while everyone waved their hands excitedly up and down.

As they joined the frenzied crowd, excitement surged through the air when Jey and Quavo stepped into the ring to match the energy around them. Once they exited the ring, Jey seized the microphone and started to address the audience.

“I needed that, I appreciate ya’ll” Jey said as the crowd cheered yeet. “Thank ya’ll,” the crowd cheered yeet.

He continued on, “I rock with ya’ll” Normani was so into him speaking and interacting with the crowd. “Ya’ll seen what went down on Saturday right?” Normani could see Quavo telling him to dust him off about his lost that he had against Gunther that she had seen on TV.

“The ring general was good in the ring but ATL, I can beat him, I can beat him,” Everyone was agreeing with as he continued to speak on folks having his name in his mouth and how he’s going to win the royal rumble a week from Saturday and main event Wrestlemania to become the new heavyweight champion.

Jey tossed the microphone aside as the music kicked in, fully immersing himself in the energy of the crowd. He made his way toward Normani, locking eyes with her. In that moment, she handed him a bracelet along with a slip of paper containing her number, which was tucked inside a small box. She decided to save the gift of his chain for later.

He silently mouthed a “thank you, baby,” before making his way backstage to his locker room. The way he affectionately called her "baby" lingered in her mind, especially as her friends playfully teased her about it.

“Oh my fucking god shut up, I hate yall so much,” She said given them the finger.

“Girl, you finna meet your favorite superstar though probably goin’ get some dick from him he look like the type too,” Tink said.

“What the fuck ever I’m not doing allat I just wanted to be nice,” Genesis and Tink both looked at each other then back at Normani with a grin on their faces not believing her whatsoever.

As the night drew to a close and the audience began to disperse, a figure approached Normani, making their way past Tink and Genesis.

“You’re miss Normani right?” The lady asked as Normani nodded her head.

“Absolutely. Who’s inquiring?” she replied, her arms crossed as she allowed the woman to continue. “Jey Uso would like to meet you in his locker room, ma’am,” and at that moment, her expression shifted to one of utter disbelief, realizing that Jey actually wanted to see her.

“Ouuu girl, you should go see what he wants we will head out to the car,” Genesis said.

Norman acknowledged with a nod as she collected her belongings, trailing behind the woman who was gesturing to Genesis and Tink on their way to Jey’s locker room. As she moved, Normani took a moment to glance around the backstage area, observing the crew bustling about in preparation for the dark matches scheduled for later that evening, noting the increased crowd that had gathered to witness the action.

As they reached his door, a wave of unease washed over Normani, tightening her stomach. She expressed her gratitude to the lady, but stood there hesitantly, resembling a lost puppy, torn between the urge to knock and the uncertainty that held her back.

Her mama didn’t raise no bitch.

Norman rapped on the door, anticipation building as she listened to the footsteps approaching from within. When the door finally swung open, she was greeted by the sight of him, shirtless and clad only in his sweats, as if he had just stepped out of the shower. The glint of his Cuban silver chain caught her eye, accentuating his tattooed physique and leaving her momentarily speechless.

As she gazed into his eyes, his charming smile melted her heart, leaving her standing there, nervously fidgeting with her fingers—a detail he couldn't help but notice.

“It’s okay mamas I won’t bite c’mon in,” Jey said as he let Normani inside of his locker room shutting the door behind them.

She surveyed his locker room, taking in the sleek TV mounted on the wall, the vibrant blue LED lights, and the stylish black couches that complemented the space beautifully. Settling onto one of the couches, she observed intently as he opened his mini fridge to grab her a drink.

“Thank you,” Normani spoken softly as she took a sip of her water.

Jey rested his hands on the table, leaning in slightly as he spoke. "I usually don’t go out of my way for my fans, but for you, it’s different." His words left her looking puzzled. "What do you mean by that?"

He flashed a charming smile her way. "You know, you're quite fortunate, mama. The moment we crossed paths earlier, you instantly captured my attention," she remembered that encounter vividly, just before he stepped back on screen after the commercial break.

She lifted her shoulders in a casual gesture. "I wouldn't go that far; I was just being kind, to be honest," Normani explained as she rummaged through her purse. With a graceful motion, she retrieved a black velvet box and handed it to him.

He took it from her grasp, appreciating the softness of the fabric as he unfolded it. The silver chain, adorned with the words "main event," sparkled brilliantly in the light, and she couldn't help but notice the smile spreading across his face.

He placed the box down holding the chain around his neck clamping it while going towards the mirror to check it out.

“Hell yeah, I fuck with this little shawty,”

“I’m glad you like it, it costed me a lot to get it made you know just for you,” She said as he looked at her.

“Just for me?” Normani nodded her head never leaving eye contact with him as he walked up towards her way taking his hand out so that she could take it.

She stood up as he spun her around, captivated by the way her curves moved beneath the mini skirt she wore. With a playful smack on her backside, she let out a surprised yelp, her innocence shining through. After twirling her to appreciate her stunning beauty, he rested his hands on her hips, admiring her petite frame from above.

Normani averted her gaze, focusing on her feet as anxiety washed over her during their conversation. However, he gently grasped her chin, lifting her face to meet his eyes, and in that moment, their gazes locked.

“You pretty as fuck too, I wonder what else is pretty bout you mamas,” Jey said as he took her hand making her feel his hard erection which her eyes went wide feeling how hard he was at the moment.

He gently shifted her panties aside, his fingers gliding over her slick folds, instantly aware of how aroused she was for him, even before he had made any direct contact. The mere anticipation of his touch sent shivers through her, and she instinctively grasped his wrist, squirming at the unexpected sensation.

“J-Jey…” she moaned softly.

“What’s up mama, tell daddy what’chu want pretty girl,” Jey began planting soft tender kisses on her neck while continuing to rub her folds sticking his two of his fingers inside of her thrusting upwards.

He was thrusting his fingers deeply inside of her causing her to throw her head back in pleasure as she moaned his name softly. “Talk to me pretty girl what’chu want so I can provide that for you mamas,” as he planted kisses down her Jawline, she couldn’t even fathom the words that she wanted to say.

She was so immersed in it that her thoughts were scattered everywhere, leaving her at a loss for words.

Jey gave her a kiss on the lips while she was pulling on his waistline to demonstrate her need for him. He only allowed her to untie his sweats and pull them down when he saw his dick pop up and strike his stomach.

It was thick, long, and meaty, and her mouth watered at the sight of it as Jey removed his fingers from her wetness, causing her to whine due to the emptiness she felt. He licked his fingers, tasting her essence, and softly caressed her chin.

“You gon’ use them pretty lips of yours pretty girl?” He asked as his voice dropped a few notches causing her to feel more even wet for him.

She nodded her head as she got down on her knees grabbing his thick cock and began trailing her lips down on it as he was gazing down at her, she was planting kissing on it as she went all the way down on him feeling the tip of his dick down her throat causing her to gag on it.

“Take yo’ time mama,” he reassured her stroking her hair in the process.

Normani was bobbing her head up and down on his cock hearing his moans escaping his lips while her tongue was swirling around the head that drove him insane she moved her hands up and down along with it too.

She had felt him wrapping his hand around her hair as she continued to suck him off, she gave his balls some loving too sucking them individually as she stroke his cock pressing her thumb against the tip.

“Oh, fuck mama, you so good at this shit such a pretty angel for daddy,” he was shooting compliments her way making her pussy feel more divine than ever.

Normani continued to suck his balls stroking his cock in a fast manner as she gazed up at him seeing his head thrown back in pleasure before looking down at her.

She felt him twitching and his thighs clenching together as his cock was twitching inside of her hand, “fuck, just like that mamas. Just like that,”

“You finna cum big daddy?” Normani cooed at him.

All you could hear was how sticky her hands were as she continued to stroke him hearing his breathing getting unsteady, she felt his dick twitch again in her hand stroking it faster.

His eyes were rolling in the back of his head gripping onto her hair feeling like he was about to lose himself within a second, “cum for me big daddy,”

Thats when she felt his cock tighten as his warm seeds shoot out from the tip of his dick filling up her face with his cum as he let out a satisfying moan escape his lips while doing so while she continues to stroke him causing him to stop her hand.

Jey gazed down at her seeing her face filled up with his cum causing him to have mischievous smirk on his face.

“You even more pretty with my cum coated all over yo’ face mamas but c’mere so I can beat that pussy up,” Jey said as Normani got up from her knees heading towards the couch on back legs spread wide open for him.

He removed her mini skirt along with her panties seeing her glistening pussy he bended down on his knees placing sweet kisses on her thighs then gently French kissing her wet sticky folds teasing her a bit.

She gazed down at him while he was passionately making out with her pussy lapping his tongue around her clit causing her to throw her head back in pleasure.

“Such a pretty pussy mama,” Normani felt him stick two fingers inside of her once again and began thrusting in and out of her.

“Ouuu fuck, J-Jey…” Normani moaned while she rolled her eyes in the back of her head.

She gripped onto his brownish mullet pulling him closer so that he could devour her the way he wanted to, she was thrusting her hips up and down at his movements but he quickly placed his hand on her stomach gazing up at her giving her a warning.

She immediately stopped moving her hips letting him take control of the situation as his tongue kept swirling around her sensitive bud along with her empty holes.

“Ohh my godd, Jey….fuck…fuck…” she moaned.

His fingers began moving faster inside of her moist cunt curling his fingers up in the process he was determined to make her squirt all over herself just for him.

“Hmmm,” he responded back as the vibrations of his humming hit her pussy she didn’t know how much she could take at the this moment wanting to run away.

Norman arched her back while Jey was keeping her in place so that she wouldn’t escape from him as he sped up his pace with her fingers and his tongue feeling that she was about to cum.

“Fuckkk,” she gaze down at him watching him doing all of the work on her.

“Relax yo’ body mamas, let it out for me. Let it out pretty girl,” Jey encouraged her as she did what she was told to do and relaxed her body.

Her legs were shaking and twitching as she was about to lose control of herself feeling his fingers go deeper and deeper inside of her while he pulled on her folds before diving back in, he was hitting her g-spot so well it had her seeing stars.

“I-it’s coming! Ouuu fuck it’s c-coming!” She felt her juices flowing out from her as Jey slurped it all up feeling her body shaking violently.

Jey planted kisses on her thighs and her belly to soothe her shaking figure before aligning himself inside of her entrance his forehead was placed on her as he began thrusting inside of her slowly causing her to legs to shake some more.

He had her legs over his shoulders giving her nothing but his slow, deep, strokes pressing his lips against hers as they made out passionately, Jey had his hand wrapped around her throat pushing his dick deeper inside of her.

Her pussy was clenching onto him causing him to groan between the kiss, “fuck, you feel so good. too fucking good open that mouth of yours,” He grunted as she opened her mouth for him.

He spit inside of her mouth while going back in to tongue her down in the process both of their tongues were fighting for dominance within one another, he continued his slow strokes while Normani’s French manicure nails digged deeply inside of his back.

They pulled away from each other so that they could catch their breaths as he leaned in forward placing kisses on her neck trialing down to her jawline once more whispering vulgar and nasty shit in her ear that just turned her inside out.

Normani saw his chain that she had bought him dangling in front of her face admiring his tatted body kissing his chest and neck showing him some affection.

“How this feel mamas?”

She gazes into his puppy like eyes biting the bottom of her lip, “it feels so good Jey, you fuck me so good,” She mewled out as he pecked her lips.

“Yeah? Like this huh?” Jey pounded his hips deeply against her thighs causing her mouth to be more parted open, all you could hear was his hips slapping against her thighs that sounded out the whole entire room.

She kept her arms wrapped around him moaning his name loudly as he took her to the oblivion circling his hips while hitting her g-spot so smoothly.

“Talk me mama, you like that shit huh. You like it when I beat this pussy up it’s all mine right?” She nodded her head since she couldn’t find the words to describe how she was feeling right now.

Jey gave her slap on her thigh causing her to whine wanting to hear from her soft voice, “yes! Fuckk. Yes daddy I love it so much I belong to you,” she cried out.

Jey loved the way she was crumbling to pieces because of him his dick was kissing her cervix so good he was getting lost within her throwing his head back.

Norman kept clenching and clenching against him just feeling another orgasm creeping up on her she didn’t know how much she could take this will be her second time having a climax due to him.

He picked up the pace as they both watched his dick go in and out of her seeing how her pussy swallowed him up so well it was a satisfying sight to see to say the least.

His balls were slapping against her pussy driving her insane as she let out a cried moan feeling her juices flowing yet again on him squirting on his chest while he continued to pound away chasing his orgasm as well.

“Such a good girl for daddy mamas, fuck you gon’ lemme’ bust one inside of you pretty girl?” Jey cooed at her.

“Yes, cum inside of me daddy, I want it.” Normani breathe out feeling defeated after her second orgasm.

Jey fucked her silly as she scratches his back pulling him closer to her body yearning for more his was balls deep inside of her gushy insides seeing tears coming down her cheeks as he kissed them away comforting her.

His thrust became sloppier and sloppier within each thrust he had given her, wanting her to feel every single inch of him. He felt his dick twitching inside of her placing sweet kisses on her lips, face, and neck.

“I’m finna nut mama, fuck, I’m finna nut.” Jey warned her as he was digging his dick deep inside of her.

Jey slammed into her one last time as he let out a satisfying moan feeling his seeds shoot out ropes after ropes filling her up like she was a Twinkie, she kept him close feeling him thrusting slowly in and out of her so that none of his cum spill out of her.

She and Jey lingered in that intimate embrace, both taking a moment to catch their breath. As he tenderly kissed her neck, his lips glided over her body, sending shivers through her from the waves of pleasure she had just experienced.

They separated slightly, locking eyes with one another before breaking into smiles. Normani gently ran her fingers through his tousled mullet, leaning in to plant a tender kiss on his soft lips.

“You tryna get out of here and get some dinner?” Jey asked as she nodded her head.

“You asking me out on a date Mr Fatu?” Normani teased.

He kissed her lips some more, “mhm, I am asking you out with yo’ cute ass I never caught yo’ name lil shawty,”

She rolled her eyes at him showing off her pretty smile, “my name is Normani just call me Mani for short boo,” she said.

Jey had chuckled at her while pulling out from her as he picked her up by her thighs taking her over to the counter getting between her legs helping her get dressed since her legs felt wobbly.

And he proceeded to take her out for dinner so they could get to know each other better.

- fin 🤍

A/n: this took longer than expected lol 🙂‍↕️😭

[midnight-shadow-cafe]

Phantom of the 141

Pairing: Task Force 141 x Reader

AU: Phantom of the Opera 141 x reader

Warnings: Dark themes, obsession, possessiveness, stalking, implied violence, minor horror elements, yandere undertones, romanticization of toxic behavior, power imbalance, emotional manipulation.

Author's Note: This is a Phantom of the Opera AU where each member of 141 embodies a different version of the Phantom, haunting the opera house in their own way. Some are gentle protectors, others are dangerous lovers—but all of them are utterly devoted to you. Inspired by gothic romance, dramatic declarations of love, and an all-consuming need to claim one's muse. I’ve been obsessed with the PotO for so long and I see a lot of people have Simon as the phantom but what is all the boys were Phantoms?

Masterlist

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Simon "Ghost" Riley – The Haunting Shadow

The darkest, most untouchable Phantom—a presence that lingers in every corner of the opera house, watching, waiting.

- You never see his face—only the silhouette of his bone-white mask reflected in the grand mirrors of your dressing room.

- He moves in absolute silence, appearing and disappearing like a specter. The air shifts when he’s near, the candlelight flickers. Your heart pounds, knowing he’s close, even if you can’t see him.

- His voice is deep, smooth, and inescapable—it comes from everywhere and nowhere all at once. It seeps into your mind like a melody you can’t unhear.

- “Sing for me, songbird…” he whispers in your ear, the warmth of his breath brushing against your skin. You spin around—no one is there.

- “Only for you,” you find yourself murmuring back, entranced.

- You wake up to handwritten sheet music left on your vanity, unfinished compositions waiting for your voice to complete them.

- “You are my inspiration,” the note reads, inked in his bold, elegant script. “The only one worthy of my music.”

- You press your fingers to the parchment, your heart aching at the devotion woven between the notes.

- When another man dares to get too close—a suitor, a fellow performer— they vanish.

- No one dares speak of it. A freak accident, the stage crew whispers.

- But that night, Ghost’s voice is different—less controlled, more desperate.

- “No one will take you from me,” he growls, the faintest trace of vulnerability bleeding through.

- His gloved hand caresses your throat before tilting your chin up. “You are mine, love. Say it.”

- And God help you, you do.

---

John Price – The Mastermind

The true ruler of the opera house, its unseen king. Price is not just a Phantom—he is a powerful, possessive force who ensures that you belong to him, whether you realize it or not.

- The lead role is yours before you ever auditioned. Your name appears at the top of the cast list, as if fate itself placed it there. You never saw who made the decision—only a lingering wisp of cigar smoke in the director’s office.

- He watches your performances from his private balcony, an unreadable expression on his face.

- His eyes never leave you, burning with something dangerous yet reverent.

- When the crowd erupts into applause, his lips barely part: “Good girl.”

- You shiver, unsure if you imagined it.

- He visits your dressing room after each performance, inspecting you like an artist admiring his masterpiece.

- “You’re extraordinary, love,” he murmurs, adjusting a loose strand of your hair. “But you already know that, don’t you?”

- His voice is warm, smooth like velvet, but his touch is possessive—lingering, unwilling to let go.

- You never question why the doors always lock behind him.

- When you try to leave—when the opera house begins to feel like a cage of velvet and gold—you find yourself unable to escape.

- The doors don’t open. The carriages won’t take you. The world outside seems to bend around his will.

- “You trust me, don’t you?” he murmurs, standing behind you, hands resting on your shoulders.

- Your reflection in the mirror looks lost, trapped between love and fear.

- “I’ve given you everything,” he breathes against your ear. “Why would you ever leave?”

---

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish – The Passionate Phantom

Unlike the others, Soap doesn’t want to frighten you—he wants to win you.

- Your dressing room is filled with roses, their petals soft and blood-red, their scent wrapping around you like a lover’s embrace. Each one is accompanied by a handwritten letter, signed only with J.

- “You make my heart race like a drum in an orchestra,” one reads. “Sing for me, bonnie—I want to hear how love sounds.”

- You press the letter to your chest, feeling the weight of his devotion settle into your bones.

- One night, when you hum a tune absentmindedly, another voice joins yours from the shadows.

- It’s warm, rich, full of love—a perfect harmony.

- “You sing so beautifully, lass,” he murmurs. “But you already knew that, aye?”

- The warmth of his presence envelops you, a stark contrast to the cold loneliness of the opera house.

- When he finally reveals himself, he doesn’t threaten you—he kisses you, hard and desperate.

- “I’ve loved you from the moment I heard you sing,” he confesses, his forehead pressed against yours.

- “Let me love you. Let me be yours.”

- And when he looks at you like that—like you’re the only star in the night sky—you almost want to say yes.

---

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick – The Gentle Phantom

The most human, the most tragic—the Phantom who loves you but fears you’ll never love him back.

- He doesn’t send roses or whisper threats—he leaves music.

- Late at night, the soft notes of a piano drift through the empty theater, melodies that make your heart ache.

- They sound like longing, unspoken words, a love that will never be returned.

- And yet, you still hum along, feeling his presence lingering in every note.

- You catch glimpses of him—a face half-hidden behind a curtain, warm brown eyes watching you from the rafters.

- When you turn, he’s gone. Always gone.

- But his presence lingers, like a ghost that refuses to leave your heart.

- One night, he steps into the light, mask in hand. His hands tremble.

- “If you knew me,” he whispers, his voice raw, broken, “would you love me?”

- Your breath catches—because for the first time, you realize…

- Maybe you already do.

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[takendruid]

Okok so, requesting some help from StephCass shippers, and maybe also TimSteph shippers/people who know decent amount of information about TimSteph’s relationship

Can you guys, StephCass shippers, explain to me the reasons why you ship them?

I don’t know nearly enough about Steph or Cass, or their relationship to each other, to make a proper judgement of the ship.

It always kind of felt weird to me, because it just felt like Batcest even though Steph isn’t actually Bruce’s kid. And then I actually started to think about why the ship makes me uncomfortable in a batcest way, before having the realisation that I simply don’t know enough about either girl or the relationship they have with each other (nor Steph’s relationship with Tim) to justify feeling that way.

I’m relatively new to the Batman fandom, so I’m still learning a lot. And this is something I feel like I need to be educated on before I can actually make a judgement of the ship.

Because I only found out today that the reason Tim and Steph broke up was apparently because Tim is bisexual?? I already knew he’s bi, I didn’t)t know that apparently that was the reason they broke up (but don’t quote me on that, and feel free to correct me).

I have started to read the comics, but there are so many comics that I just… need that shit explained to me. Tim and Steph’s relationship kind of also made me uncomfortable because Batcest, but to a bit of a lesser degree, before I had the same realisation about TimSteph that I did with StephCass; that I know basically fuck all about their relationship to each other because I’m a newbie, and very uneducated.

The way I have always perceived Steph and Cass has just been as sisters, and Steph and Tim as exes who are still close and have a very sibling-like relationship. Before realising, obviously, that I just know fuck all.

This post, and request for an explanation comes from a place of genuine confusion and curiosity, not any hate. I do just need the StephCass ship explaining to me because I genuinely don’t know very much about either girl, or their relationship to each other.

Sorry I keep repeating myself ✌️ (under the cut isn’t anything really relevant to what I’ve talked about here, it’s just an explanation of what I have seen comics-wise)

Idk if anyone is going to ask, but when it comes to the comics, I have started actively reading some currently releasing ones like Batman & Robin: Year One, and Absolute Batman. I have also bought Absolute Superman and Absolute Wonder Woman, but haven’t gotten around to reading them yet. I’m perfectly aware that the Absolute comics are basically AUs/is an AU (idk if they carry into one another), and that B&R:Y1 is of a retelling of Dick’s origins as Robin???

I have actively read the two issues of Red Hood Gotham War, and the surrounding issues in Batman and Catwoman that take place at the same time (Bruce… what the fuck… writers, what kind of mischaract-). I wouldn’t say I have “read” either RHATO, but I have skimmed through the one with Artemis and Bizarro; from when Jason is kind of… disowned-ish by Batman as a Bat, up to about when the group of kids were introduced (because I wasn’t reading it properly, I got super confused and just stopped looking). But I have read more closely the Prince of Gotham issues when looking at it a second time for a quick moment. I have also skimmed through the early issues of both RHATO comics. Jason is my favourite character, so I have kind of tended to look at official stuff more aimed around him. That is why I know pretty much fuck all about Steph and Cass.

I briefly know their backstories, I know that Steph became Robin for like 2 weeks after Tim was fired, I know that Tim and Steph were dating. But I haven’t actually read anything official with them in besides RHGW, which includes like a panel or so of Steph as Spoiler.

And yes, I have read most of WFA (I need to catch up) but I’m perfectly aware of the context it existsin; it’s not official, it’s slice of life, it’s a webtoon, and it does not properly represent the characters… even though (some of the) said characters have been so disgracefully mischaracterised by the official comics that WFA doesn’t deserve the amount of shit it gets for doing the same thing, or so I have heard.

I’m not claiming to know my shit, I think that’s pretty obvious. I trust the people on Tumblr to not treat me like shit because the community here is lovely. But I know there are going to be the odd people that might pull me up if I don’t clarify what comics I have actually read and seen. Or maybe not pull me up? More just be curious to actually know my level of knowledge from the official sources, instead of people on the internet talking about it.

[ladykailitha]

Share With Me One Love, One Life Time Part 3

Hey, guys! We are moving right along with this story, and I think we're gonna hit 8 chapters if everything goes to plan. Fingers crossed!

So much happens in this chapter, like sooo so much it would take as long listing it as it would for you to just read it.

Enjoy!

Part 1 Part 2

~

Steve was on the walkie talkies as much as he could spare when they weren’t looking into the issue of Vecna, he didn’t want Eddie to feel like they’d forgotten him.

Nancy had gone to Wayne first thing in the morning.

“Mr. Munson?” she asked timidly. “I’m Nancy Wheeler.”

“Ah,” Wayne said dryly, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back. “I don’t have my shot gun or you’d be facing its double barrel, I’m afraid. I know what you did to Steve, you and I aren’t gonna get cozy anytime soon.”

Nancy winced. “Yeah, I know. But I’m here about Eddie.” She inched forward, nervously picking at her fingernails.

Wayne glared at her and took a step back. “Dr. Owens has already been in touch and I’ve been forcibly removed from my home. They think this another Upside Down fuckery.”

“Yeah,” she said, looking at the ground. “Steve and Eddie sent me because if the police or anyone else are watching you, then it won’t link back to them. They’ll just see some nosy Parker hoping to get her first big scoop.”

Wayne licked his lips nice and slow. “I can see sense in that, I suppose. So my boy is safe?”

“Yes,” Nancy said quickly. “But with the cops thinking he did it, I don’t know how long that’s going to be true.”

“My boy didn’t do that,” Wayne growled. “He wouldn’t. He’s not in league with whatever is doing this and you best remember that.”

“I don’t think he had anything to do with it either,” she hastened to reply. “We know what people look and act like when they’re being controlled and he doesn’t display any of the symptoms.”

Wayne eyed her suspiciously and then nodded curtly. “What are you next moves?”

~

“No.”

Robin and Nancy looked at each other in shocked anger.

“Are you suggesting that we would need a big tough guy to go to a psychiatric hospital?” Robin sneered.

Wayne crossed his arms over his chest. “Yes, that is exactly what I’m saying. Because what happens if he attacks one of you before the orderly can get to him? Say oops, when he snaps one of your necks?”

Nancy started stammering and um’ing and ah’ing while Robin stared at him wide eyed and in shock. Steve pursed his lips and waved at Wayne, indicating he had a point.

“If you’re not going to listen to me,” he huffed, “maybe you’ll listen to him. Because honestly that’s only the worst case scenario, but the others aren’t much better. What happens if you get caught?”

“Well,” Nancy huffed as she scrambled for an answer, “I mean...it’s worked for us in the past.”

“You’re not going and that’s final,” Wayne growled. “I don’t care if that’s how you always do things before, you’re not doing them now. I get your lot is all that is standing between the end of the world, but we’re going to do things the smart way and not blunder into the right thing by accident.”

Steve smiled and relaxed. He still cared about Nancy and Robin was his best friend, the thought of them talking to that man without help sent shivers down his spine.

“So what’s going to happen is this,” Wayne continued, “Robin and Steve will keep an eye on Max and the other kids, while Nancy and I head to Pennhurst. Is that clear?”

Robin nodded, feeling relieved. She would have gone with Nancy if she was asked to, because someone needed to keep an eye on her. But with Wayne going with her, that was a load off everyone’s shoulders.

Nancy chewed on her lip, she didn’t want anyone to get in her way, and she had deliberately picked Robin because she knew the other girl would do as she said. But judging from the way Wayne was glaring at her, he had figured her out.

“Fine.”

~

“You can’t keep me here,” Max huffed, “in this basement that smells of sweaty boys and old socks.”

“Yes I can,” Steve snapped back. “I don’t want you running off where we can’t see you and have you up and die on us!”

“I’ll call my lawyer!” Max hissed. “So either you drive me or I start walking!”

Steve closed his eyes and then buried his head in hands. He didn’t want to do this. Billy didn’t deserve the letter she was going to read to him. He still had his in his back pocket and he had no intention of reading the thing because they were going to save her. They had to.

He yanked open the car door. “Everyone in!”

Lucas got in first and scooted to the middle as Robin and Max flanked him, Dustin having beaten them to the front seat.

~

They drove out to the cemetery and parked as close as he could to Billy’s grave. He rubbed his chin as he waited.

“If you don’t shut up,” he finally growled at Dustin, who was being a little shit, “I’ll knock out those brand new pearly whites of yours.”

“Whoa, whoa!” Dustin huffed, turning to face Steve with furrowed brows. “Too far!”

“Then you knock it off,” Steve snapped back. “I don’t know what has gotten into you lately, but holy hell the lack of respect coming from that side of the car is immense right now.”

Dustin rolled his eyes as Steve turned his attention back to Max. “That’s it, I’m calling.” He shoved the car door open and slammed it shut.

Lucas was out of the car in a flash. “She said to give her time.”

“I don’t care,” Steve huffed. “It’s been long enough.” He stalked across the cemetery lawn, passed the other tombstones.

He reached her and whirled her around, but gasped when he saw her eyes had gone milky white. “Shit!” He shook her shoulder. “Max! Max!”

Dustin, Lucas, and Robin all came dashing over.

“No, no, no, no, no!” Lucas screamed as Max started to rise into the air. He jumped on her to try and keep her on the ground, but she rose with him attached to her legs.

Steve pushed Dustin toward the car. “Get Wayne and Nancy on the walkie-talkie! We need to know what they found out now!”

Dustin scrambled to do as he was told. Lucas tumbled to the ground and let out a pained cried, Robin rushed to his side.

“Hey, you okay?” she murmured. He nodded, hold his arm. He rubbed it a moment and then stood back on his feet.

“Music!” Dustin screamed. “She needs music!”

Then it was Lucas scrambling for the car, he came back with headphones and a Walkman. He turned the music up as loud as he could. Steve and Robin both grabbed Max’s ankles and dragged her down. Lucas slapped the headphones on her head and turned it down so that they couldn’t hear the music anymore, but that it was still loud enough for Max to hear.

As soon the headphones where on she dropped the rest of the way into Lucas’s waiting arms.

A beat. Then another as they waited.

Max opened her eyes and everyone was sobbing in relief. Dustin immediately replied back to the waiting members of their Party. “She’s safe, she’s safe.”

~

“Steve,” Eddie breathed into the walkie-talkie, panic rising from the pit of his stomach. “Please come in. I’m in trouble.”

“This is Steve,” Steve murmured into his device. “What’s wrong?” The recombined Party stood outside the Creel house, looking for a way in.

“Jason and his goons are outside,” Eddie hissed back. “And they don’t look friendly.”

“Shit!” Steve replied. He turned to the rest of them. “We need someone who can drive to go and get Eddie, Jason is there at the boathouse and he’s trapped.”

“I’m on it!” Wayne said digging out his keys.

“Wait!” Nancy shouted, throwing up her hand to stop him. “Take my car! Your truck will be too recognizable!”

Wayne stared at her for a moment and then tossed her his keys. She tossed him hers. He yanked open the door to her station wagon and sped off.

They all kind of stood there for a moment taking in the absolute terror of Jason coming after Eddie, before Robin broke the silence. “So are we breaking into this joint or what?”

~

Eddie made it out onto the boat in the middle of the lake when Patrick, Jason, and Andy came after him. They were about three feet from shore when Wayne pulled up in Nancy’s station wagon. He popped open the glove box and rolled his eyes. Inside was a revolver, with a sigh he pulled out and checked the rounds.

Fully loaded.

“I might like her a little bit,” he muttered as he hopped out of the car and ran up to the water.

“You boys best not be doing what I think you’re doing,” he growled and cocked the gun, the sound loud and clear on the open water. “I’mma gonna give you to the count of five to turn around, nice and slow.”

Jason and Andy turned around as they were told, but Patrick had kept going and had gotten about halfway to Eddie when he started rising in the air.

“Shit!” Wayne hissed as the boys turned around and saw their friend plunge into the water as if by some unseen force. Which considering this Vecna son of a bitch, was more than accurate.

Andy and Jason ran back into the water and Wayne dived into the open door of Nancy’s station wagon and turned up the radio as loud as it could go.

But it was too late. Patrick shot out of the water again and his limbs twisted unnaturally; the sound of them snapping would haunt Wayne for the rest of his days. Eddie started screaming and he scrambled back in the boat in terror, but he went too far and fell into the water.

“God damn it!” Wayne cursed and ran out to the water, but before he could even get to the shore, Patrick dropped like a stone.

“Shit!’ he cursed again.

Jason started screaming about the devil and how he had come to Hawkins, while Andy actually dove into the water to get their slain friend.

“Cal’s gonna kick my ass for this,” he groused, then hauled off and smacked Jason hard across his face.

Jason stopped screaming , staring at Wayne in wide-eyed shock, holding his cheek.

“Do something useful and go into the house and call the cops,” he snarled, “while I help your friend here bring the body to shore.”

Jason hurried to do what he was told and Wayne waded out to the water to help Andy bring Patrick’s body in.

~

“Wayne...” Calvin Powell growled when he saw him sitting on the hood of Nancy’s car, picking at his nails.

“I’m gonna protect my boy,” Wayne said without looking up from his hands. “And those other boys were gonna kill him.”

Powell turned slowly to Jason and Andy who refused to look at him.

“Was that what you were going to do, boys?” he asked raising an eyebrow. “Or is Mr. Munson overreacting?”

Wayne snorted. “If they were planning on bringing him to justice then why didn’t they call police when there was talk of activity up here? Because that’s why I’m here. I heard the same god damn thing.”

Powell pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed heavily.

“You boys are coming with me,” he said, resigned. “To give your statements about Patrick McKinney’s death to start and then we’ll see about the other thing.”

“I’ll give you my statement,” Wayne said dryly, “but you try to stop from trying to find my boy, you and I are gonna tangle, Cal.”

Powell opened his mouth to argue, but knew it was futile. “Fine.”

He looked over at Wayne and then frowned. “Where’s your truck, Wayne?”

Wayne hopped off the station wagon’s hood and patted it fondly. “Nancy Wheeler was wanting to write about the murder and my boy when I heard some of the neighbors talking about lights on up at the Lipton place. So I wanted to go see if it was Eddie and wouldn’t you know it the damn truck wouldn’t start so Nancy let me take her car.”

Powell nodded, but wisely said nothing. He let Wayne get into the car and drive off, before he turned to the other boys.

“We’re going to stay put until the coroner arrives,” he said pointing back and forth between Jason and Andy, “and then you are going to follow me to the station where you are going to tell me everything!”

~

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[ammyamarant]

Kamen Rider Gavv ep 1 thoughts

Just going to watch one episode right now because I need to finish Kabuto and I need to Know what Kabuto has up its sleeve. But, the tl;dr of Gavv: Cute show, I can see how traumatized this poor kid will get by the end

Gavv ep 1

okay so I’m already reminded of W. Wonder if there will be a mentor figure that dies like Soukichi does in the first fucking five minutes of W

oh neat doors. I’ve seen Labyrinth too.

jfc how old is this kid he looks baby

yeet out of a plane and the tinkly “oh this is the world mom is from” music lmao

lbr considering the environment you just escaped from and the way you were happy to be freefalling because you were where your mom is from, I think needing some food is understating it.

"what do you have? Do you eat it?" has the same energy as my "what is gender? do you eat it?" joke

WHAT IS YOUR BODY MADE OF

Karakida I want your jacket. Give

Ah you have no communication skills. Understood

"This isn't a monster case" "So what is it?" "Woman fucking killed her own husband and shh keep your fucking voice down"

"today's harvest" and it looks like bloody organs. Hey I've seen 12 Hour Shift too.

oh you've never been allowed actual food have you

oh goddamn it I can hear Apollo aiming the dodgeball already

my dude. you got a tummy ache then gave birth to something. human women would kill for that to be their normal gestation cycle.

mm, cgi is kinda……………………

"hey now I've been fed actual food and have real energy I can make minions" yeah I mean that makes sense. People get all kinds of bodily processes back once they've been properly fed. Usually takes a while for their body to recover but hey you ain't human so I get it

this kid is so sweet and kind giving obvious main character (yeah I know it's shouma) a place to stay and some sweets to eat.

oh right the street drugs WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT HENTAI ASS THING

oh it's just a mouth. Wicked teeth.

Shouma is such a sweetheart

Also ye, I can see why Shouma is enchanted by sweets if his mom never let him have any of the family drugs.

excuse me I need to figure out a way to get into this world and beat down this addict before he hurts this kid

Shouma I would like a full rundown of what you can do because was that super speed and running perpendicular on a vertical surface? My dude? Answers?

Mm, sick monster design

Yeah, the monster and the kid both being like "hey what the fuck" to Shouma is fucking hilarious.

oh fucking ow

your mom turned into a bloody organ thing. Are we sure this isn't just a horror movie?

I feel like these minion things showing up saying "eat gummy!" shouldn't feel as threatening as they do.

OH GOD THE CRYING EYES. I'M HOWLING

"oh with the other one" lmao

I wonder what this show is like on edibles because the bright colours are fun and I had a blast watching Ex-Aid baked. Tho I'd consider that a little too on the nose considering the street drug metaphor of those dark candies

little dudes go somewhere safe that isn't under the fighting feet!

oh interesting so if he gets a lot of battle damage he can repair it by using another minion. Very neat. Wish more "battle damage" was repairable that easily. Looking at you, 3rd Birthday.

oh calling both of them monsters and Shouma just taking it is heartbreaking.

I'm definitely feeling the difference between Takaiwa and whoever the suit actor for Gavv is, but it's more "huh, that's a different way of doing the stunts" than anything bad. I do miss Takaiwa but that's mostly because he's a fucking legend. This guy's doing great, tho.

did… they repurpose the build driver for this?

takaiwa usually stood upright, even for meek characters like Ryotaro, while it seems like this guy's default stance is hunched over. iiiiiiiiiiiiiinteresting. Says a lot about Shouma in this form

okay I was about to say this Rider Kick is lame, but nah, it's pretty good.

Shouma you are sunshine and joy wrapped in ptsd. That's not even a joke I know you're fucking riddled with ptsd from just your memories of your mother alone

Shouma you are not Eiji stop being a hobo

Cute show.

[purplesimmer455]

Min Jun: So, what did you want to talk about?

Iseul: Megan and I sort of-we-well, okay. She came over to tell me that she and Tess were separating and divorcing, and that she wants to be with me and I told her I felt the same way. (Min Jun nods) and one thing led to another and we ended up spending the night together.

Min Jun: Wow, okay. Is, I’m glad but I have to be straight with you for a second, not that either of us are straight (Iseul grins, and Min Jun snorts before becoming serious). Jokes aside, are you ready for this commitment whether it’s a partnership or marriage?

Iseul: Yes, I am. I’m not saying it’ll be easy or we’ll get married tomorrow or anything, we actually decided to wait til a year so Megs and I can both sort things out and be together when we’re in healthier places. (Min Jun nods again). But I definitely want to get married to her someday, I love her so much, MJ. And I want to be a stepmom to her kids, if they’re okay with it too. I’m a little scared because I’ve never had kids, but I want to be in their lives too.

Min Jun: (smiling) That’s great, Is. I am happy for you, and I’m glad you guys are doing it in a healthy and though out way. As for being a stepmom, it’s fine to be scared but give the kids some time. This is probably a big shock for them all, especially Emily. Just know that once you have kids, those kids become your main focus and they come first in a way nothing else does.

Iseul: (nods) Thanks MJ. And I’ll definitely give the kids as much time as they need, but I’ll also respect it if they don’t want that relationship with me as much as that might hurt. I've known Megs’ older two kids Safiya and Amir for a bit and we’re on good terms. Her youngest daughter Emily’s always been like a niece to me and I love her the same way I love Cammy and Cece, but now I’m not sure how she feels and I understand if she needs her space too.

Min Jun: (smiling) Not to get too sappy, but umma and appa would be so proud of you. I know it’s been a tough year and you’ve made some mistakes and gone through stuff, but I’m glad to see you’re turning it around, taking responsibility and working on yourself. Plus, I like Megan too and I always wanted her as a sister-in-law since Paenji and I met her all those years ago.

Iseul: (smiling) I know. You, umma, and appa told me I was crazy for not getting serious with Megan and I was too stubborn to listen then. I definitely spent a long time regretting letting her go but now I have a chance to be with her once we've had some time to work on ourselves, and I won't squander it. (Min Jun's eyes get misty) Hey, don't cry MJ or you'll make me cry too.

Min Jun: I'm not, it's just sweet in a way and I'm happy for you baby sis.

Iseul grins at this and she catches up with Min Jun for a bit. They talk about his oldest daughter Cece and some cute videos she'd sent of her daughter's school recitals, and his youngest daughter Cammy, who was on a weekend trip to her fiancée Piper's house in Evergreen Harbor, and had sent photos of her and Piper at the caboose bar and wandering around the marketplaces.

[the-spam-specialist]

Caine is having trouble sleeping so Pomni or Kinger tell him a bedtime story to help him settle down?

Say it with me everyone: DAD KINGERRRRRRR

Bedtime Stories

Caine is having trouble sleeping, so Kinger decides to try telling him a story to help him relax.

Characters: Caine, Kinger

Word Count: 500-ish

The pillow fort in Kinger’s corner of the digital circus was a marvel of mismatched cushions and draped blankets. Fairy lights, inexplicably functional in this bizarre reality, twinkled softly within, casting a warm glow on the plush interior. Caine, the ever-energetic ringmaster, was sprawled across a mountain of pillows, his usual bouncy demeanor replaced by a frustrated fidgeting.

“Ugh,” he groaned, the sound resonating from his dentured head. “This is so… irritating.”

Kinger, his chess-piece form settled comfortably on a larger cushion, peered at Caine over his book. “Something troubling you, Caine?”

“Shutdown,” Caine huffed, crossing his arms, or where arms would be if he weren't just floating dentures on a humanoid body. “I know I need to…reboot, I guess? Recharge? Whatever the digital equivalent is that I’ve been experiencing. But it’s fighting me this time! Stubborn system refusing to comply.”

Kinger stroked his chin, his purple robe flowing around him. “Perhaps it's not stubbornness, Caine. Perhaps you’re simply…wound up. Overstimulated by the day’s shenanigans” He chuckled softly. “Maybe you just need to relax. Tell you what,” Kinger’s voice became gentle, like warm honey. “How about a story?”

Caine tilted his head, his large, expressive eyes focusing on Kinger. “A story? Will that help?”

“It might. Stories have a way of soothing the soul, even a digital one.” He settled back against the pillows, finding a comfortable position. “I know a nice little story you might like. Once, in a world much like your own, there lived a pig. A perfectly ordinary pig, except for one thing: he knew he was destined for…well, for the butcher.”

Caine’s eyes widened slightly, intrigued.

“He was sad, you see. Believed he was just meant to be food. But then, a spider, a tiny, clever spider, decided to help. She spun her web above his pen, weaving words into it. Words like ‘Terrific,’ ‘Radiant,’ ‘Some Pig!’”

Kinger paused, letting the words hang in the air of the pillow fort. Caine’s eyes shined as he listened. Kinger continued, “People came from miles around to see the amazing pig described in the spider’s web. They began to see him, not as food, but as… special. Wonderful. And because they believed he was special, the pig began to believe it too. He lived a long and happy life, all because a little spider believed in him, and showed everyone else his worth.”

As Kinger spoke, Caine had scooted closer and closer, until he was practically nestled against Kinger’s side. When the story ended, Caine blinked, a thoughtful expression on his face.

“Wow,” he breathed. “That’s…nice. The spider believed in him. And that changed everything.” He looked up at Kinger. “I like that story!” 

“I’m glad. Did it help? Are you feeling sleepy now?”

Caine shook his head, perking up slightly. “I’m actively fighting it off now, actually! I wanna hear another story!” He leaned even closer, almost in Kinger’s lap.

Kinger chuckled at Caine’s little antics, a fond, fatherly sound. He gently placed a hand on Caine’s head, “Another story, you say? Alright then, my dear boy. Let’s see…” And with another warm smile in his eyes, Kinger began to weave another tale, the fairy lights in the pillow fort twinkling like happy little stars above them.

[lemonzestywrites]

people in this fandom who’ve been especially hurt lately by what’s been happening due to prior trauma know i’m wishing you truly nothing but the best for your mental and physical wellbeing

i’m so so extremely sorry people are using this shit as an excuse to be stir hate and discourse and none of it is okay in the absolute slightest.

i love you. i’m so glad you’re here alive with us. and please please take care of yourselves.

prioritize your health and safety however that my look and if stepping back for a little while is that answer know that no one is ever going to hold that against you.

fandom should be a place of community and safety and right now, as much as it pains me, it isn’t. but that doesn’t mean we still can’t take care of one another.

i’ve been a part of this fandom for a good while now and i feel like i can confidently say the vast majority of people genuinely and purely built this place to be loving and supportive. there is nothing but grief in my heart to know that right now it doesn’t feel like that for many people but please let this be a reminder-

here you are loved

you are cared for

you are wanted in this space

none of this is okay in the slightest. i know a lot of individuals who are doing their best to post updates and report these fics when they pop up, so if you’re still active online please take care of yourself and love into these safety measures if you can

if you’re someone who’s unsure or scared to step away for whatever reason let this be your permission to know that it is absolutely okay to do so. your writing can take a pause. you art can be saved for later. you can come back to your edits whenever you’re ready.

you and your personal health matter so much more.

and if you’ve already chosen to step away from everything i want you to know you are perfectly okay in doing that. no one is upset with you. you have zero obligation to anyone in this space to force yourself to be here. i wish you nothing but the absolute best for you in the meantime

and if this experience has justifiably been too much and you have have decided to take a permanent leave, i again can’t stress enough there is no shame in doing so. i’m so so sorry this happened and hope you can find comfort and peace elsewhere where you need it.

there is zero need or pressure for you to ever force yourself back in this fandom. these last few days have been beyond hectic and i can’t imagine the emotional and physical toll it might take on you, so genuinely there is no expectation for you to return if you do not feel ready, if ever.

in the case you do feel safe and ready, know myself and so many people will be here to accept and welcome you back with nothing short of acceptance and support.

please please take care of yourself in the meantime, friend.

[edge-oftheworld]

I don’t really talk about it much on here because I’m extremely lucky to be able to understand exactly what’s going on in my body, but it’s scary to live for years as someone who Gets Things Done in a way your peers don’t really understand, be putting effort into so many things you care about, and then suddenly lose the ability to do not only that but also basic tasks overnight after a deadline, and bit by bit after many. it’s scary getting really irritable sometimes to the point of violence, just when you were meant to be celebrating the rewards from your hard work, the only impact of the work you did that you can see is that you overdrafted your ability to do anything. including have a basic conversation without getting grumpy or crying. and your body is going to make you pay it back with interest, you already know that, but you don’t know how to start filling yourself back up. you’ve only ever enjoyed being on the grind, hard at work on exciting things.

I don’t know how many of you have been through the kind of burnout that’s years of needing 12hrs of sleep a night but with terrible insomnia, waking up to what feels like a hangover for weeks on end with little relief then rinse and repeat without having a single drink, feeling too sick to eat and needing to exercise to emotionally regulate but being unable to, anxiety that doesn’t come from worry but you’ll pick that up too at some point, dissociating every time you try to do mentally taxing tasks that you’re PAID for so it takes an hour of grounding yourself just to get five minutes worth of productive concentration, falling asleep the minute you feel a little safe by being in the presence of loved ones. but I suspect I’m not the only one.

I’ve had songs for the energetic and angsty times leading up to this. for the exasperated times and the brain fog and the times where all my limited energy is tied up in feeling things. that I need to, need to acknowledge, but it’s overwhelming and I live in a haze for weeks as a result of. songs telling of the kind of youth I wish I had, even when I was sold something else. songs for the months spent as a teenager trying to be there for my friends, worrying for them, distracting me from worrying for myself, trying to cling on to positivity and hope amongst it when I had to choose to make a discipline of always seeing that. I’ve had songs for healing and when healing is harder than expected and songs that have the right level of musical complexity to capture the layers of everything that’s happening in my head, making it sound good, telling me it’s gonna be okay.

I don’t know how I could ever say thank you for this. but I do know that I see parts of myself in the people behind these songs, of course I do, and I worry for them as a result and ache for them because it’s hard enough to feel this way when no one knows me or feels the need to control me or mould me into what they think I should be. I’d do anything to keep them all healthy and happy and all of their loved ones too and I don’t think it’s strange as a fan to take that seriously. I hope we can understand the need to treat them gently, and to while not questioning their privacy and the fact that they’re never going to tell us everything they go through, listen to our intuition when we catch something we relate to and treat what they’ve shared with us or hinted at with the dignity we would if someone we love told us something vulnerable. be kind in our expectations and be intentional in the fan culture we create because it does make its way back to them.

and the same goes with all of you. we’re bonding over the same things. I know a lot of this fandom is in the stage where interpersonal relationships are hard. we don’t mean to be grumpy of frustrated but we are. and I’m sending love to all of you. we can get through this together. it’s what they’ve always longed for isn’t it?

[deepseawave]

obsessed w the tags on ur last reblog

Omgg, thank you haha, it was a quality post so I just had to appreciate it in full force 😂❤️

Can‘t believe someone would actually enjoy my yapping :,D

[grimbleton5s]

tee bee haytch i’m not even sure i fully grasp why so much of the arcane fanbase fully believe viktor and mel like… hate each other. i don’t think they’re best friends nor do i think they’re on good terms, but hate seems like such a strong word for two characters who the writers literally barely let interact. hate implies seething. a vitriol. lying awake at night angry about the others existence. and i just don’t think it gets that serious for either of them. i know the go to thing to point to in order to explain this belief is that one particular scene from s1 that i won’t even describe or be specific about since it’s obvious which one i mean, but even that doesn’t really feel like proof enough to me to justify the whole ‘they are enemies. they can’t stand each other’ or ‘mel doesn’t like him at all’ angle that people push. truthfully i do not think mel hates viktor. if we are to go by solely what we see in s1, then i do not think she even thinks about him much unless he is in her line of sight. and you could argue that that is in some ways as bad as disliking him, but it’s definitely nowhere as close to the sort of vitriol the fans seem to think exist between them. i think any dislike viktor has towards her doesn’t get anymore personal than the basic dislike he has for all of the councilors. one might argue, no, see, he dislikes her more so than everyone else because of jayce and the scene. you know the scene… but even then i don’t think so. i think he’s less upset with mel because i don’t think he expects much else from what he sees as another rich politician, and more upset with jayce, actually, for letting himself be so easily swayed by a pretty face. i don’t know call me crazy but i think many of y’all are projecting your own hidden dislike of mel for ‘getting in the way of yaoi’ onto the characters. but that is just me.