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kaz11283 · 4 years ago

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Of Course I'm Here

Characters: Come on you know by now how this goes (Loki x you) (Team x you, platonic)

Warnings: None. And really if you ever see anything that I might need to able as a warning please let me know... I'm the person who forgets there are people out there that get offened by the word F*** if that is an exapmle of anything.

Summary: Mid battle and the avengers keep looking for an answer as to why the God of Lies hasnt showed up yet. Of course you have no idea but at least he proves them all wrong.

ANNOUNCEMENT TIME: hey guys Im back, I know it hasnt been long but I also know I havent been posting every single day like I was, i got into a weird little funk where I didnt want to do anything, I was just feeling completly drained, and I felt bad because I have my little and I didnt even want to play with her because I have just been so TIRED, but I'm feeling better. Work has been kicking my ass here lately and ive been working over 50 hours a week so ive literally been coming in, eatting / feeding the little, getting us ready for bed, and crashing as soon as she falls asleep. But im here now. I will probably be more active on weekends than during the week because I have more time to spend working on stuff but I will be posting also during the week just not daily. At least until after state comes. Thank you so much for the reblogs, likes, comments, follows, and messages please keep them coming! If you would like to be tagged please ask or message, and requests are open. Love you guys so much! 💚💚💚💚💚

Loki Masterlist

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"Y/N, BACK UP I NEED BACK UP! EYES IN THE SKY!" Tony yelled from above, you and Clint stood back to back on a roof top shooting as many bad guys as you could. Clint took aim at another carrier, shooting at the engine causing the entire thing to blow up raining debris and hot metal around you.

"Damnit Clint! Farther away make sure they are farther away!" You yelled popping him on the head with an arrow before aiming it at the thing that was chasing Tony.

"Where is lover boy at? You.sent him the location right?" Nat asked into the com.

"Yes I sent him the location, no I dont know where hes at." You mocked.

"Did you send him the right location?" Sam asked.

"One time, one dam-"

"Language!" Steve chimed in causing everyone to groan. Gun shots where ringing all around you and you could here metal on metal paired with Hulk screams coming from another building over.

"Language." You mocked muting your com son that no one but Clint heard you. "I am a 26 year old woman, I think I'm old enough to cuss if I want." You drew back your bow and sent another arrow flying into another goon that had Nat trapped aginst a wall. She shot you a thumbs up before running off. You hit unmute on your com.

"Jesus, 26? Baby, you sure you don't need to be at a babysitter instead of on a building killing things?" He laughed.

"Dont worry Hawk, when we get done here I've already booked you a nice nursing home to be put into." You put your bow around you and stood on the edge of the building. "I need a better view." You looked round, the top of a taller building caught you eye. "There Hawk, we can cover a better radius from up there, get closer to the action."

"DOES ANYONE KNOW WHEN THE GODS ARE GOING TO BE HERE? WE NEED MORE HELP WERE GETTING TIRED AND OUT NUMBERED!" Tony came over the coms screaming.

"How do we get up there? Or do I even wanna know?" Hawk came to examin where you were talking about.

"Im jumping, you cant tell me that someone wont catch me." You shrug.

"GODS WHERE ARE TH- Y/N DONT YOU DARE JUMP!" Tony stopped and hovered right were you was standing.

"Then take us over there. We need higher ground, we cant cover everyone from down here." You crossed your arms.

"Where are the gods at y/n?" He asked again

"I. Dont. Know. Jesus you guys act like I'm suppose to be there keeper!" A simultaneous you are came from everone through the com causing you to roll your eyes. "Hes gonna be here I swear it! Now take me to the building or I jump. 1.....2....-" Tony grabbed you by the collar of your jacket and flew you to the building.

God these things were everywhere and you were starting to run out of arrows. After shooting another ship and causing it to blow you heard what was unmistakably pounding on the roof top door leading to where you currently was at.

"I have some univited guests about to join my party. Anyone available for some assistance?" You yanked out the two emerald green and silver daggars that your boyfriend had given you not long after you had started dating after throwing your bow around you.

"Buy some time kid, I'm on ground level right now but I can try to get up there as fast as possible." Bucky called over the com.

"Buy some time? Ok. I can do this. I work better from afar but a little hand to hand never hurt anyone, just easier to get stabbed this way." The first of the things busted through the door running straight at you. You jerked out of the way missing his staff by just a few inches. Quickly turning you flipped the dagger like Loki had showed you and stabbed him in his side causing him to fall to the ground before the next one tried to impale you.

"I have two daggers and they have freaking staffs! Back up! WHERE THE HELL AR-" you were interupted by static in the air and a bright light. The bitfrost had just opened up leaving to gods standing in front of you and taking out the remainder ofnthe bad guys. "HES HERE! I TOLD YOU GUYS THEY WERE COMING AND THEY'RE HERE." You pulled two extra coms from you pocket and gave them to Thor and Loki.

"Always a pleasure to battle beside you Lady y/n." Thor smiled takkng the com and putting it in his ear before taking off again.

Loki sauntered over to you and put his arm around you waist, you put the com in his ear as he rolled his eyes. He leaned down and gave you a quick kiss.

"You got a new outfit." You smiled at him. God the way he looked in his battle clothe always did something to you, the horned helment was a plus.

"You like it." He smirked down at you pulling you closer.

"Your wearing your horns to." You reached up and brushed a peice if hair behind his ear.

"STOP. STOP NOW. WE CAN HEAR EVERYTHING AND ITS GROSS." Tony yelled causing you both to roll your eyes.

"Quick run down, bad guys everywhere, no end in sight, and I'm out of arrows pretty sure Hawk is too." Loki waved his hand over your quiver making more arrows appear.

"I see you had to use your daggers. I am sorry for not being here. Are you hurt anywhere?" He asked stepping away from you to examin you.

"Small cut on the side, nothing I havent dealt with before, Ill be fine. You go make sure Hawk is fully stocked up and help the others. I got a birds eye view of you right here." I leaned in kissing him one more time before smiling at him and pushing him away. He kissed his two finger before placimg them over his heart and you did the same, "always." You both said before he disappered.

You could hear Thor laughing at the chaos going on and Steve trying to direct the god of thunder on what to do. You had learned earlier to just let him do his own thing and he would be fine. Tony was still trying to micromanage everything when you heard Loki mumble something in an old language and his com cut out. You had figured it wouldnt have stayed on to long though but at least you had tried. It had calmed down up on your end so you decided to finally go back down to where Clint was at shooting an arrow with heavy duty rope you glided back down next to him to watch what was going on.

"Hello, earth to y/n." He snapped his fingers in front of your face. You had been to busy staring at Loki and that damn helmet. "I dont even understand why were friends." He rolled his eyes propping up on the ledge watching as the rest of the team secured the last of the bad guys.

"Because we both shoot arrows, because we are both the best in the team, or because we both know we are the best looking one on the team so we have to stick together." You laughed jumping up so you could sit on the ledge.

"The birds can come out of their nest now." Bucky called over the coms causing you both to sigh.

When you and Clint had reached the bottom you walked over to Thor theowing your arms around the big goof ball.

"You are amazing during battle as always." He beemed patting you on the shoulder.

"As always? Thor youve only fought with her twice." Steve said beside you.

"I had a week off. Went to Asguard, spent time with the boys. Someone had to keep them in line." You shrugged like it was no big deal.

"She was amazing!" Thor went on telling the story of the fight you had all gotten into.

"Mothers been asking about you by the way dear. Wants to know if you've decided to come stay for a while." Loki leaned down and whispered in your ear.

"I think I'm leaning toward a yes. I can't stand being away from you, you had been gone forever this time." You reached for his hand as you both walked to the quinjet.

"I was making arrangements to have our room redone. I figured you would come with me." He gave you a knowing smirk as he reached up to take off his helmet.

"Leave the horns on. I have a suprise for you when we get home." You pulled his hand away from his head and smacked his butt.

"You are a little minx." He laughed chasing you into the jet while the rest of the team groaned and rolled their eyes.

"Even if you wasnt moving i would be kicking your ass out! I am so sick of the PDA between you two." Tony hollared after you.

"Leave them alone Tony, they are courting. Im just glad my brother is happy and not trying to stab me." Thor clapped Tony on the back.

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lilysdaydreams · 4 years ago

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Chocolates

→ Pairing: Corpse Husband X plussize!Reader

→ Request: hello i love you and your writing (firstly) i was wondering if you could write a corpse husband xfem reader who is plus size? i havent seen any of those lol but maybe she gets hate over it and wants to start eating better and working out with him?? you don’t have to if you don’t want to tho!!

→ Warnings: chubby reader, insecure!reader, Body Image issues !!! Swearing, Descriptions of Readers feeling really sad about their body + online hate comments on readers body.

→ A/N: Idk what happened with this. This past week has been hard and I've been really tired but I forced myself to write something. I dont really think its goof but I hope the person who requested it likes it :(((

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You fell into bed, wrapping the blanket around you and rolling over onto your side. Work had been hard today, your manager getting mad at the smallest of things. You could hear Corpse in his streaming room, talking to the viewers. You and Corpse had been together for 2 years now, and both of you had finally decided you were ready to reveal your relationship to his fans. First, you'd simply joined him on stream, talking at some points. Then a few weeks later, he'd posted a photo of him holding your hand and tagged you in it.

Your followers had gone from your 450 friends to 53 000 strangers. And that was only on the first day. You hadn't been on Instagram for a whole week, too overwhelmed about all the attention. It was a Friday today though, so you decided you might as well.

You opened up Instagram and clicked on your profile, eyes widening as you saw the 500k written above followers.

"Five hundred thousand?" You whispered to yourself, not even being able to comprehend the number. Like sure, if you compared it to Corpses 2 million, it seemed small, but it's not as if you did anything! What reason would they have to follow you? You only had two photos posted as well, an outfit photo from your sister's weddings, and one of you drinking a bubble tea.

Quickly clicking on the bubble tea picture, you opened up the comments smiling when the first comment that caught your eye was "Woah shes so pretty." You scroll slowly, your smile growing bigger at all the love that Corpses fans gave you.

"SHES GORGEOUS"

"QUEEN WHAT THE HELL STEP ON ME"

The amount of "CHOKE ME" comments were hilarious.

You chuckled at a few and scrolled again, reading another one.

"Why did he have to pick a fat girl?"

For a second, your heart completely stopped.

"What the fuck," you muttered.

You quickly clicked on the replies, wanting to see what others had to say. There were people defending you and arguing with the user, and there were others who agreed with them.

“Yes omg do you se ever stomach? Ugh how can Corpse stand staring at that the whole day?”

“Bruh her legs 😂😂”

You sucked in a breath.

You’d never been thin, always a bit chubby and with a bit of stomach fat. You’d been very insecure in high school, always wearing baggy clothes to hide your body, but who hadn’t felt that way in high school. After it though, you’d been okay. You felt happy and Corpse always let you know that he loved your body just the way you were. You were pretty confident normally. Today though... today it felt like all of that confidence has crumbled. You kept scrolling focusing on all the comments that talked about your weight.

Throwing the phone on the bed, you got up and moved to the mirror you have in your room. Grabbing the cloth draped over it, you pulled it off, looking at yourself in the mirror. You can see every flaw the comments talked about. You can see your double chin, your huge stomach, your big thighs. You held your arms up, wincing when you see the fat on them. Your probably looked so bad when you waved bye to someone. Tears now gathering in your eyes, you moved the cloth back over the mirror and then went back to bed, using the pillow to muffle your sobs.

You knew you were being a bit stupid. Random people on the internet and their opinions shouldn’t matter to you. But for some reason, the words had really gotten to you, and all you wanted to do was cry.

A few minutes later, you heard the door open, and knowing it was Corpse, you pushed your head into the pillow even more, not wanting him to look at you like this.

“Babe,” he whispered, coming over and patting you on your back.

“Baby,” he repeated when you refused to say anything and that he could hear was your sniffling. “You okay?”

You sobbed in response and he let out a “Oh” and then pulled you away from the pillow.

You looked down, refusing to look at him because you would look like an absolute mess.

“God I look so bad right now, he’s gonna see me and realise how big of a fat mess I am and leave me,” you thought.

“Hey baby, what’s wrong?” He asked again grabbing you in a hug.

“Was it work?” He asked when you didn’t answer. “or did your mom call again?"

When you stayed silent, he let out a sigh and let you go, getting up from the bed.

You immediately looked up, and asked “Where are you going?" because for a second you felt like it was true. Maybe Corpse was leaving you because of how disgusting you were.

He looked down at you, startled by your sudden question. "Just to get some chocolate and a blanket."

"No." you said voice shaking a bit from the crying, "I don't want chocolate."

"What babe, what the fuck?" He said softly, dropping back down next to you. "Baby what's going on, just tell me, I can't do anything if you can't tell me."

"You-You know your fans? They're amazing, right?" you finally said, hesitating a little.

"It's just, I checked some comments on one of Instagram posts and there's so many where they're just talking about how fat I am, or how big my stomach is, or how ugly I look," you said, your voice lowering to a whisper at the end.

A beat of silence and then;

"Oh baby noooo," Corpse whispers, grabbing you and pulling you into a hug.

You cant stop the tears from leaking out of your eyes and you bury your head into his shoulder. His hoodie smells like the bodywash he uses, making you calmer in a second.

"Sweetheart, you are absolutely beautiful," he begins, whispering into your ear. "Did you know that when I first saw you, I couldn't even speak? Like I legitimately felt like my mouth had been glued together, I couldn't form any words."

Heat rose to your cheeks as he continued on.

"You were like an angel, literally glowing, and guess what, I still feel like that whenever I see you now. When you come back home and you're wearing that huge hoodie and you just have the hood pulled up because its cold and the little pout on your face, guess what you look fucking gorgeous to me like that. And when you're in our bed, wearing shorts and a crop top with your hair in a bun waiting for me to make popcorn so we can watch a movie, god you look like an angel then okay?"

"Oh ah, when you're on your period, and seriously bloated and eating all the food, you fucking look beautiful to me then as well. Your tummy- Your tummy makes me so happy like look at this soft little baby. And guess what? I fucking LIVE for your thighs and you know that baby, like I will die for them okay? Your ass- well, we both know what I feel about that so I won't say anything." He ended with a chuckle.

You moved back a little, and he grabbed your face and rested his forehead on yours.

Taking a deep breath, he started whispering, eyes locked onto yours.

"Every single part of you is perfect. And I love it. I find you so sexy that I literally cannot breathe sometimes because of your presence. You're amazing and I fucking love you. What those people say on the internet, why the fuck does it matter huh? They obviously can't recognize the absolute fox in front of their faces."

Slowly he wiped the tears from your face, and returned the watery smile that you gave him.

"Chocolates?" he asked, still whispering.

You nodded your head, giggling as he ran to get them.

fin.

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seongsangi · 4 years ago

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nonstop (2)

author’s note: READ PART 1 IF YOU HAVENT ALREADY.

pairing: seonghwa x reader

summary: after a night with jaehyun, you wake up to find a mysterious stranger lurking in your room. you have no idea who he is, but he knows you all too well.

word count: 2.8k

warnings: incubus seonghwa, overstimulation, spitting, creampie — this shits kinda nasty imo BUT LET ME KNOW HOW YALL FEEL

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"What the fuck are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing, Seonghwa?"

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"Why are you with Y/N?" Seonghwa raises his voice.

Jaehyun gets defensive. "Wait, how do you know Y/N?"

Seonghwa scoffs, moving towards the bed to pick you up bridal style, eyeing the mess you and Jaehyun made. "Don't worry about how I know her. You said you would be right back, but I guess you couldn't keep your dick in your pants."

"Duh, that's just who we are. Where the hell are you going?" Jaehyun tries to make a move to stop him from leaving, but Seonghwa blinks out of sight with you in his arms.

The next time you open your eyes, the clock reads 4 am. You don't remember how you got back to your place, but everything from last night seems like a blur. You're not even in the same clothes, in fact you're in pajamas. Now you’re not sure if it actually happened or if you've just been in bed all night. Granted, you do still feel drained, no energy to move, and definitely sore in the lower region. You recall just how hard Jaehyun was making you see stars. It couldn't have been just a dream.

"Maybe it did happen," you whisper to yourself.

"Maybe what happened?" You hear a voice you don't recognize from the corner of your room. What the fuck who the fuck is that?! You scream, trying to climb out of bed and head for the door. He's so much faster than you. He blinks in front of the door just before you reach it, eyes glowing a deep red. Holy fuck this is not happening. You're shaking, scared of what will happen now. So many questions are racing through your head but you're too afraid to say anything. You back away slowly, trying to put some distance between yourselves.

"I'm not gonna hurt you," his voice is calm, but his eyes tell a different story. They're intimidating, he's intimidating, but at the same time, your nerves are less on edge and you start to feel more relaxed just from that. "Trust me, I would never hurt you, Y/N."

"H-how do you know my name? How did you get in here? Who the fuck are you?" You whisper, the back of your knees hitting the edge of the bed. He's got you trapped in your own room with no way out. His eyes soften, the red glow fading. He makes his way towards you, and you can't help but take in his figure. Oh god, he's so fine. You thought Jaehyun was the most gorgeous man you've ever seen, but this stranger might just give him a run for his money. His face is beautifully chiseled, all black outfit hugging him perfectly. Bitch are you stupid why are you fawning over him when he could quite literally kill you right now?

"Now why would I kill you, sweet girl?" He's standing right in front of you, but you can't bring yourself to make a move. He runs his hand through your hair, his soft touch making you feel lightheaded. His other hand wraps around your waist, pulling you in close. You’re not shaking any more, but it feels like you’re in a trance. You feel like putty under his hands, even though you still have no idea who he is or what he wants. Fuck this should not be happening but you can't get away even if you tried. He has the same aura as Jaehyun, making you feel helpless when you're around them, making you crave more of their touch.

"Why are you thinking about him when I'm right here?" There's a hint of jealousy in his voice, and he holds you even tighter against his body. The hand that was stroking your hair now has a grip on it, craning your head back to get a good look at his face. His eyes are glowing again, but you don't feel fear. You feel something you shouldn't be feeling in this situation, but you can't do anything about the wetness pooling in your panties. He senses that, a small smirk on his face when he realizes he's got you right where he wants you.

"How do you know what I'm thinking?" Your breath gets caught in your throat when he leans down, lips grazing your neck in just the right spot. There's no fight in you left, just a strong desire to have him touch you more.

"There's so much about me you don't know," his hand inching its way up to your breasts. "But I bet you want to find out, don't you?" Every single touch leaves a burning sensation in its wake. You let your head loll to the side, giving in to the way his lips feel on your neck and the way his hand underneath your shirt is making your core warm. You don't know what's gotten into you, but you don't think you have it in you to tell him to stop.

"Show me," you sound pathetic, basically whining for him. You can feel the smirk he's got on his face, ego skyrocketing at your pleas.

“How do you want it?” his hands are a bit more eager now, playing with your breasts and pinching your nipple with just the right amount of pressure.

“Any way you like,” sighing as he leaves a dark hickey on your neck, trailing his lips down to your chest to do the same. He’s marking you like you’re his, but you might as well be in this moment. He pushes you down so you’re sitting on the edge, legs dangling. He’s still standing, towering over you, making you feel tiny in his presence. He reaches to unbutton his shirt and you almost forget to breathe, taking in his half naked figure right before your eyes. His abs are so well-defined, tempted to reach out and touch them. He looks so attractive, the moonlight shining on him from your window, making him seem like a god. But you know those eyes mean something else, but you can’t bring yourself to worry about that. The only thing you can think of is letting him have his way with you.

“Let me take care of you sweetheart,” he says as he kneels, hands on your thighs. His velvety voice makes you spread your legs for him, watching as he settles in between. He starts off soft, kissing your inner thigh, so close yet so far from where you want him. He’s lost in your arousal, loving how much you crave him. When he tugs on your shorts, you lift your hips so he can pull them down. You’re drenched and he takes pride in that, sliding two fingers across your core. You can hear how wet you are, such a lewd sound that it makes you blush.

“All for me, huh?” he sounds so smug, slipping his fingers in and setting the pace. You clench around him, trying to change angles since you’re still sore. He senses a bit of discomfort from you, quickly attributing it to Jaehyun from earlier.

“Tell me what he did to you,” his voice is calm but stern, hand still pumping in and out of you. You’re confused, how does he know about Jaehyun? Why is he asking about him when he’s the one in between your legs? You wrinkle your forehead, not sure what to say.

“Did he eat you out?” You don’t want to tell him about your time with Jaehyun, you just want to focus on him right now.

“He didn’t. He’s missing out,” he brings his fingers to his mouth, tasting your arousal. “You taste so sweet baby.” Fuck that’s so hot, you bite your lip at the sight. Before you can even blink, his lips are attached to your core, licking long stripes up your slit. His skilled tongue draws out long moans from you. His hands are keeping your legs apart, your knuckles turning white from how hard you’re gripping the sheets. When he sucks on your clit, you just about lose it, throwing your head back and closing your eyes, focusing on the feeling of his tongue flicking against your sensitive nub. A random thought comes to you: you don’t even know his name.

“Seonghwa, you’ll need it for later,” he says with a wink. He lets go of your thighs, opting to use his hands to spread your lips apart, committing the sight of you to memory. Core glistening with your own wetness and his saliva, cheeks flushed, chest heaving, eyes heavy. You don’t know how sexy you look to him right now. As he plays with your clit, he slips two fingers in again, doubling the pleasure. You fall back onto the bed, unable to hold yourself up from how good he’s making you feel. He loves the power he has over you, over your body. He's learning what makes you moan a little louder, what makes you clench around his fingers, what makes your legs shake. You feel like you're about to explode, the pit in your stomach growing more and more.

"Don't stop please Seonghwa," he could listen to you begging for him all night. Of course he won't stop, he wants to give you everything you ask for and then some. He swirls your clit around his tongue, moving his fingers as fast as he can to drive you crazy. He wants to see your body writhe in pleasure, the pleasure he's giving you. His ministrations quickly send you over the edge, a moaning mess underneath him, trying to push yourself away from him when your orgasm washes over. He doesn't let you get away, licking your core and pumping his fingers nonstop, the sound of you saying his name fueling him.

He feels a rush of power coursing through him, feeding on your fucked out state. He almost chuckles to himself, if you're feeling this way already, you have no idea what's in store for you soon. He takes mercy on you, trying your best to get him to stop so you can gather yourself after the intense orgasm he just gave you. He stands up, wiping your wetness off his chin. You feel so tired, you could literally fall asleep right now.

"That's not even the best part yet," he says to you. Your eyes are closed, but you can hear him taking his pants off. Fuck you don't know if you can take it.

"Mmm, you have no choice baby," you still don't know how he's able to read your mind. You open your eyes slightly to see Seonghwa fully naked, member in hand. He reaches for your tank top, pulling it off swiftly to see you in all your glory. The marks he left on you look so pretty on your skin, making him feel cocky knowing he left them there. He lightly taps the tip of his dick against your core, teasing you with it.

"Are you gonna fuck me better than Jaehyun?" Oh god why the fuck did you just say that. His eyes narrow, the deep red coming back, obviously affected by your sudden outburst. Fuck you're in for it now.

"Yes you are, I can't believe you just said that." Instead of his member, he uses his hand to slap your pussy over and over, punishing you for being such a brat. He's being rough with you, but you both know you deserve it. You can't even think about Jaehyun any more when all your thoughts are now clouded with Seonghwa.

"I'm sorry," you cry out, "I didn't mean it." You can't help the tears that leave your eyes. It feels so good, but it's so overwhelming.

"I think you did mean it. You want me to fuck you so badly, you got it." He slides in without warning and with much ease. He grabs your hands, pinning them above your head. His hips are snapping against yours so quickly, so roughly, you can't think straight. Your whimpers only egg him on even more. You can't close your legs, can't move your hands, can't do anything but let him absolutely ruin you. He leans down, watching your face contort in pleasure. His brows are furrowed, letting you know he's feeling the same pleasure as you. You feel like you're being too loud, worried your neighbors in the apartment building may hear. He slaps one hand over your mouth, sensing your concern.

One hand keeping your wrists in place, the other hand keeping you quiet, dark eyes staring into yours, hips making your head dizzy, fuck what more could you ask for? He's so in tune with your body, your emotions are going wild. The more his hips rock against yours, the weaker you feel. How does he have so much control over you? His eyes continue to glow but you wouldn't put it past him to punish you again if you dare to look away.

His hips don't stop, but he does slow down his movements. He pulls out to the tip and inches his way back in repeatedly, which feels just as heavenly as him ravaging your body with quick thrusts. The slow thrusts this time still manage to make you crazy. He lets your wrists go, but you still can't move them. Your hands are stuck above your head, no matter how much you try to reach out and touch him. His hand moves from your mouth to your clit, rubbing slow circles. You bite your lip to stifle your moans, still maintaining eye contact with him as he uses your body. His free hand roams over your breasts, squeezing your nipples harder than before.

"Tell me you like it," he huffs, leaning down to capture one of your buds in his mouth.

"Oh my god I love it, you feel so so good," you moan, telling the truth because you feel like he would know otherwise. He hums at your affirmation, pleased with your response.

"Yeah I love that big dick in my tight little pussy," you keep going, not holding back your need for him. He takes a deep breath, feeding more and more on the pleasure you feel and the vulgar words you're saying.

"You're a slut," he moves from your breasts to your face, lips barely touching. "Open your mouth," you do as he says, sticking your tongue out a bit. He lets a trail of spit fall onto your tongue. You swallow quickly, giving him a sly smile. You've never done that before, but it feels so right with him, turning you on even more.

"I can't get enough of you," he's definitely consuming loads of energy from you, you must be feeling so weak and delirious right now. Before he takes too much, he wants to make you finish again. He sits up straight, hand stroking your hair, his soft touch now such a contrast from how brutal he was being earlier. His hips are still moving slowly but deeply inside you, trying to savor the way your walls feel around him.

"Harder," your voice is faint, but he heard you loud and clear. He pushes your legs towards your chest, the new angle letting him reach even deeper inside you. He loves the sight of you spread wide open for him, taking him so well.

"Play with yourself," he commands, and you're now able to move your hands from above your head. You quickly reach for your clit, rubbing fast circles to chase your high as Seonghwa fucks you hard. Your toes curl, clenching your walls at the same time. Neither of you can take your eyes off each other, making the moment even more intimate. You're watching him as he gets lost in your pussy, he's watching you as you bring yourself closer and closer to the edge.

"Will you cum in me, please?" you half whisper, half moan. You're incredible, he thinks to himself. How can he pass that up if you sound so sweet begging for him?

With a few more thrusts, you both reach your orgasms at the same time. Seonghwa groans loudly, spilling himself into you as you cry out. You feel so full, so dirty, and so tired. You can't keep your eyes open, head rolling to the side by the end of your high. Seonghwa, on the other hand, feels invigorated. Arguably the best sex he's ever had, he feels an immense power running through him. He's addicted to you, to the way you say his name, to the way you make him feel on top of the world. He doesn't want to let you go just yet, cradling your body as you drift to sleep again. He cleans you up with a snap of his fingers, tucking you under the covers. He leaves a lingering kiss on your forehead, distorting your memories so this would all feel like a dream when you wake up.

#seonghwa #park seonghwa #ateez #ateez seonghwa #seonghwa smut #ateez smut #seonghwa fic #seonghwa imagine #seonghwa scenario #ateez fic #ateez scenario #ateez imagine #incubus seonghwa

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volganic · 5 years ago

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Wardrobe Malfunction

i havent written anything for so long and its volink lowkey based on this so i apologize in advance but its MOSTLY SFW

When it came time to answer the call to battle, it wasn't unsurprising that the Hero had to be at his absolute best in mind and spirit. However, despite the amount of victories under his belt, Link still found ways to make the most loyal of his comrades doubt the extent of his absolute best. Having his pride quashed after a near-death experience in the Temple of Souls, Link found something to lay his pride into that went beyond the shiny blade of legends.

Vanity.

Armor locked away in a treasure chest are bound to be worn at some point. Like a key to locked doors, or a new weapon to be wielded, new clothes are just as functional for battle.

The fairy watching Link struggle putting together his latest find was starting to doubt this was even worth wearing. It hardly looked like any clothes that a hero would wear. It didn't look like any clothes even any decent person would wear in the first place! Proxi flew around her companion aimlessly, tripping over her words of caution that would soon fall on deaf ears. After the fourth time of being shooed away, the fairy knew she couldn't make her point come across the Hylian -- but she knew someone who could.

In a huff, Proxi quickly made a beeline down the long and empty corridors of the castle. It was near time to be called away for another battle against dark forces, as everyone readied in their quarters. Luckily enough, the door to a certain knight was cracked just enough for the fairy to squeeze herself through to find him adjusting the last few straps of his sharp gauntlets. He sure was intimidating with or without his armor.

"Volga! I need your hel-"

"No," he interrupted coldly, not even sparing her a glance. "The general will be us calling soon for battle, and I have no time for your games."

"This isn't any sort of game!" she cried, moving up to meet the dragon knight in the eyes. Despite his cold stare, she continued, "It's Link!"

"What of him? He should be preparing for battle like the rest of us. He could not have gotten himself in trouble within the walls of the castle. I will not repeat myself, fairy, I have no time for games."

"He's not in trouble, but he will be if you don't come talk to him!" she retorted as she flew out of the way from being shooed off again. Proxi stood her ground and stared him down, adamant that the warrior should pay heed to her words. "Will you please come speak with him? He won't listen and he will get himself hurt!"

After a long minute of deliberating whether or not they actually need Link to complete the mission, he sighed in defeat. "Fine," Volga spat, moving to rise from his seat. The fairy bobbed in place to make sure that Volga had actually planned to follow her out of the room, quickly heading back to where Link's door had been closed. She hovered over the doorknob anxiously as the knight took long and languid strides before pausing. There were some frustrated grunts and shuffling audible from the other side. Volga passed her a subtle glance in question.

"He's still getting dressed."

Volga didn't need to hear anymore as he rolled his eyes and rapped against the door impatiently. Surely this was a cruel joke of some kind. The Hylian was more than familiar with putting on armor on his own, and to call this anything more than emergency for his fairy to come find aid was more than laughable.

"Link, open the door." Whatever he was doing on the other side had come to a stop at the sound of the whole doorframe shaking and the knight's booming voice. After a few seconds of silence, the knight's frown seemed to grow even deeper. "I will not ask again, open the door now, Link."

He was still met with no answer other than the sound of even more hurried shuffling.

Proxi was quick to move out of the way when clawed hands reached for the doorknob. She was fast to fly above the dragon's helmet to get a look in the room as the door was pried open with little care, and even faster to head back over to her master's side as he froze in his place, now in full view of an angry dragon knight. Volga could feel fire burning in his throat as he was more than furious having his requests being ignored, but it quickly died when he laid eyes on the Hylian.

After what felt like an eternity of stunned silence between the three of them, Volga felt the fire burning inside of his throat -- and across his face -- as he realized--

"What are you wearing?!"

It took a minute for the knight to realize that Link had also asked him the same question, nearly missing the flurry of signals from his hands. Volga pinched the bridge of his nose to bite back a smart comment, giving the crudely dressed hero a heavy sigh. It was difficult to form the words he wished to say about how utterly ridiculous he looked in whatever god forsaken treasure chest he dug that costume out of.

"I am wearing my armor, if you could not so plainly tell," he hissed, dragging his hand down his face as he looked back down to Link's defiant eyes, now having taken a defensive stance by crossing his arms. "Whatever you're wearing," he paused to try and decipher the banner of Hylian text currently strapped to his back -- Postman? -- "is not suitable for combat."

"I told you, Link!" the fairy sang, moving to land on his shoulder. Link kept his frown and uncrossed his arms to sign. "I am wearing clothes from the era we're being called to. You should be wearing the armor from that era too! The black set!"

"Absolutely not," Volga frowned. "There is nothing wrong with this armor. Why are you not wearing your tunic that was given to you? The one that actually proves yourself a hero?"

"It only makes sense to wear something from the era we're visiting, so why not?" he signed quickly, accompanied by a shrug of his shoulders. "The black set of your armor matches with that of the dragon from that er-"

"And I am not that dragon. That dragon is of evil intentions, and I am neither good nor evil, nor do I have the intention of associating myself with such dragon," Volga glowered, taking a step towards Link to swipe the hat off the top of his head. He continued despite the tantrum was throwing as clawed fingers pierced into the leather material. "If you are going to be the hero, you are going to have to dress like one."

"I still am the hero!" Link huffed, throwing his hands up in the air when he realized the hat was not coming back into his possession. "I'll be fine! The outfit changes nothing!"

"It does when it comes to functionality," the knight retorted. Clearly his point wasn't getting across to Link either. "What if a moblin were to throw his spear at a distance from where you cannot see?" he asked, moving quickly to move behind him, take a swipe at Link's bare upper leg, clawed gauntlet tips raking across the pale skin to leave angry red lines, drawing a sharp hiss out of the hero. "Perhaps a Stone Blin with sticky fingers?" Volga reached out for the straps keeping the banner attached to Link's back, pulling him closer to the knight to prevent him from moving too far out of his reach.

"Or what if a Darknut or Stalmaster chose to push you away with their shields before moving to strike?" A fistful of his shirt was enough to draw a sharp gasp out of Link as claws dug in before he was pushed onto his stomach with a hard shove. The Hylian barely had any time to recover from the shock of meeting the ground before he flipped himself onto his back to argue his point, only to be met with the pointed end of Volga's spear at his chin.

"Goddesses forbid you find yourself unarmored against a turncoat leader. What a shame it would be to find the hero, dead, to a traitor of all things."

The end of the spear soon met with the tender flesh of the hero's neck as he swallowed thickly. The air was tense as the images bounced around in Link's head. His hands curled into fists at the thought, signaling the knight to kneel before him, spear still in hand, to bring his attention back onto him.

"Do not make yourself a target."

Volga drew his spear away from the Hylian's chin and rose back to his feet, offering a hand to help him up. After a few seconds of reluctance, Link took the clawed hand and pushed himself up off the stone floor. Despite the cold awakening, the defiance was still in his eyes as he brushed himself off while Proxi worried over the exposed wounds. Link's eyes softened as he looked up at the knight; lesson learned.

"Very well," Volga chuckled quietly, patting Link on the shoulder, "I see that you have come to your senses." The knight watched as the hero struggled to reach the straps on his back to undo the bindings of the banner, snorting as he assisted him with the damned thing. "Though it might not be battlefield appropriate, I cannot say I completely despise it. Perhaps in some other setting-"

Link paused and shot the knight a wary, but still so curious, glance. Pink painted over the features of his face, reaching the tips of his ears. "Wait, are you implying-?"

The sound of the war horn summoning them to battle interrupted Link's shaky hand gestures as it echoed down the hallways. Volga waited for the sound to dissipate before turning his attention back to the Hylian with an affirmative nod.

"That is our cue. I will leave you to dress. I will see you on the battlefield."

He turned quickly to leave Link to his own devices, ignoring the sheepish wave goodbye that was given to him as he pulled the door shut behind him. The knight made his way down the quiet halls before the sound of heavy, hurried footsteps drew him out of his focus, finding the Sheikah general marching up to him.

"Hurry on! We are leaving soon, and I will not wait for stragglers." she spat. She glared at him as if it were his own fault that they were still standing around. "Where is Link?"

Volga scowled at her tone. He knew better than to argue with her when it came time to prepare for battle. He bit his tongue and nodded down to the corridor behind him. "Still getting dressed."

Impa's frown tightened on her purple lips as she nodded silently in thanks, continuing her march down the long corridor to collect the hero. A small smirk came to Volga's lips as he could imagine that her reaction would be much worse than his when she finds him. He barely turned into the main castle hallway before he heard three heavy knocks on the door echoing through the air, followed soon by--

"Link? What are you wearing?!"

#hyrule warriors #volink #yea im garbage ty ty #drabble

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wtfdavidsvlogs · 6 years ago

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Not here...Not now (D.D)

Warnings: talks of naked bodies, nudes, swearing, dirty talk, sexting,

Requested: Anon said

You're supposed to meet with David after work at his place and he's been so busy with work lately you've been getting impatient. You show up, he's not there. You text to see where he is. He says he had to film with Jason driving around cause Jasons memory card broke. Annoyed but feeling flirty you step out of your comfort zone and start sending him pictures.

Gif by: @allthesepurplelights

I was finally on my way home. Thank the Lord. I seriously couldn’t have gotten out of that office quicker. I work in a tax office as a receptionist. I know worlds most boring fucking job ever. But it pays very well and money is not boring. Anyway, I was finally on my way to Davids place because we had previously agreed to stay in and just hang out. The two of us. We’ve both so busy with our work that we set aside tonight for us. I stop the car in the driveway after being let into the gate. I grab my bag, jacket, and my keys and make my way inside. I unlock the glass door and proceed to take off my glossy heather grey heels. I hang my keys on the hook and carry my bag to lay it down on the pool table.

“David! I’m home, baby!” I said excitedly. I waited a couple seconds for a response from him and nothing.

“David?!” I yell again while walking around the house. Confused, I decide to text him asking where he is.

You: Where are u?

It took him a while to text back with an excuse. I don’t want to sound petty and jealous but we set this day aside specifically.

David❤️: Holy shit, baby! I’m so sorry. I totally forgot. I had to film with Jason cause his memory card broke. I’m coming back right now.

“Aw man!” I yelled into the empty house. I knew he’d try and get here as soon as possible but it sucked that he wasn’t now. He does everything for me I should just be glad that he is trying. Some guys don’t but he does. As I start to trap myself in thinking about amazing my boyfriend is, an idea passed through my frustrated mind. Maybe he isn’t here, but I can sure as hell make him wish he was. I’ve been with this kid for 3 years, I know what it takes to ya know...get things started. I grab one of his shirts and my black lace panties. I throw my hair up and go to the mirror with my phone in hand. An outfit like this is sure to drive him nuts. I lift up the side of the shirt closest to the mirror and lean on my one leg to make my ass look big. I snap the picture and send it his way. This is revenge. He can never control himself when it comes to me no matter the time or the place.

Davids Pov

I felt awful. I know how long she’s been looking forward to our night and I ruined it. I told Jason the situation and he understood. He started to drive me back home which we were thirty minutes away from. When I suddenly get a picture sent to me from Y/N. I open my phone to see her in the big mirror with my shirt on and black underwear on.

“Jesus Christ.” I said quietly while choking on my tongue. She was gonna torture me in the car, over text message, with Jason in the car. She knows exactly how to fuck with me in that way and she knows I can’t control what happens down there when that time comes. I bite my lip and look to Jason who is too focused on the road to notice this. My fingers fly across the keyboard.

You: 1 image attachment

David❤️: Baby, not here...not now

Your Pov

It was working. I had this idea to start sending videos of me slowly taking off articles of clothing. I pressed record while doing different poses and stuff I then proceed to take off my panties and drop them on the floor. This was gonna kill him inside. But it wasn’t done there. I sent the video and felt absolutely no regret.

David pov

A video?! God this girl was trying to get me killed. I opened it while scooting a bit further back and raising my phone closer to my face. I press play and see her in the mirror still doing different poses amd she then uses one hand to remove her underwear and drop them on the ground. My jaw is practically on the floor. I watch the 9 second video over and over again to make sure what I’m seeing is real. I throw my head back whispering curse words to myself. I look back to my keyboard. This was starting and I couldn’t stop it.

David❤️: Stop. Now. I’m in a small car with Jason right now.

You: I bet this is killing you inside and you haven’t even seen me yet..

You: Dirty thoughts

She decided to send a video holding up the shirt passed her uncovered boobs. Exposing herself to me completely. I took a sip of water now sweat was running down places trying to keep myself contained. Oh my god this little bitch took it all off. She twirled around and shook her ass and ran off camera.

Your pov

I think I got my point across. In the last video I decided to shake my ass at the camera a little bit because David is and always has been, an ass man. That for sure drove him over the edge. I put my clothes back on because Davids guys friends would be arriving any second. I invited them over so that when David did get home he wouldn’t be able to get his hands on me. That would be the ultimate tease. A picture with these guys in mirror I was just naked in. I waited for them to arrive and literally in minutes they all did. I yelled hello and ushered them all inside. I greeted people and said hello to everyone. I suggested that we all take a picture in the mirror. I crouch down while the rest of them hold up peace signs or blessing positions. This was going to kill him.

Davids pov

One last picture I hoped. I open my phone to Y/N in the mirror with the guys. They had no idea what she was just doing. Now they are all going to be there when I get back so I will have to wait hours to get to her completely. She is the devil in an angels suit. She was the ultimate punisher. I inhale through my nose as we finally reached my house the driveway filled with cars. I walked in to all of the guys chilling and talking to one another some of them talking to Y/N. She gasped and got up slowly from her seat but came over to give me a kiss.

“Hi.” She said to me quietly. I looked at her up nd down. She looked like she had never done anything bad in her life. An innocent little snowflake but I was the only one that really knew how wrong that was. i touched her hip and pulled her a bit closer.

“I. Will deal with you later.” I growled in her ear. She shivered at the sound of me. Knowing I have that effect on her gives me such a power rush. She walks away from me swaying her hips back and forth in the process. God the things I was going to do to her. The night went on and we exchanged glances from time to time. When Zane was the last to leave Y/N shut the door behind him. I waited by sitting on the edge of the pool couch. She turned around and found me. She discarded her jacket.

“What now?” She said wrapping her arms around my neck. I stand up and I grab her ass so that she she can straddle me in the air. She wraps her little legs around me.

“Now, it’s my turn to tease you to death, and I won’t be going easy on you either.” I said into her ear. Her head leaned back as if she was gaining pleasure from me just talking to her like that.

“Is that a threat or a promise?” She said pecking my lips. I carry her into my room and throw her on the bed.

“You left me in a car trapped with Jason with all of these videos and pictures of you teasing me out of my mind which left me with the worst blue ball I’ve ever had and you have the audacity to ask me if I’m threatening you or promising this?” I said to her. She batted her thick lashes at me and looked up with her sparkling Y/E/C eyes. “Let’s just say...you’ll feel this tomorrow.”

Wow that took so much longer than I had originally thought. wow i hope you enjoyed anon!!

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simplygojo · 6 years ago

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killer queen - chapter two

Series summary : Y/n, a native to London England, gets asked by the legend himself, Freddie Mercury, to help manage the band. Obviously she accepts, and it ends up being the best decision she’s ever made. Quickly she becomes close with each member of band, Roger Taylor specifically…

Chapter Summary : Y/n and the boys go to meet John Reid to hopefully get the band a new manager and a record deal, but a new manager means that y/n has to go...

Word Count : 3.2k

Pairings : Ben!Roger Taylor x Reader

Warnings : Swearing, unedited (whoops).

a/n - Just wanted to say thanks again, for all the love this series is getting!! I’m so excited to write this series bc I’ve had the idea since the movie came out!

chapter one | chapter three

The morning after your night at the club was a whirlwind of events. You woke up and realized that you weren’t in your own bed. In fact you had never even been in this room before. You stood up and scurried out to find Brian reading a book while eating a plate of bacon. “Morning, want some?” He asked and you laughed a bit. “I’m so sorry.” You said to him, chuckling again at yourself. You walked over to him, the cold hardwood floors giving you the urge to put socks on. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep.” You told him before taking a piece of bacon off his plate and taking a bite. “Hey, it’s better than puking in your own car.” he said laughing. “Bloody hell!” Brian said after glancing at the clock. “We gotta go! Rog will be here in a minute to pick us up.” He said putting his book down and grabbing his shoes. “I guess I’m going in last night's clothes.” You laughed as you grabbed your heels from the door. “At least you’re in a dress, you look fine.” He said opening the door and grabbing his jacket. “You nervous?” You asked him as you walked out the door, Brian locking it behind the two of you. “A bit, but Fred’ll win him over.” You nodded in agreement. Moments after, you saw your car pull up to the side of the road. “Is that Rog-” the window rolled down and Roger sat there with a knowing smirk on his face. “Morning sleeping beauty!” He called and you rolled your eyes as the two of you walked up to the car. “Shove off Taylor!” He laughed and you got in the back with John and Brian. “Let’s do this.” Brian said before Roger hammered on the gas and you were off. “I’m loving the outfit Fred.” You said and he looked back at you. “I dress to impress darling.” He said with a knowing look on his face.

You finally pulled up to the meeting spot and Roger slid on a pair of shades. “Rog it’s not even sunny out!” John said, causing Roger to look back at him. “It looks cool.” He said as everyone got out of the car. The five of you walked over to the one and only John Reid. They all began talking, Freddie explained how each of you are different, that you belonged to the misfits of the world. Reid mentioned that he might be able to get you on television. You leaned back in your chair. “And then..?” You asked, holding your chin high. “No one outside of England has even heard of you yet! I admire your enthusiasm. If this works out, I have a promotion towards your plan in mind.” He said, and you looked at him. “We’ll want more.” You said, which made Reid chuckle a bit. “Every band wants more Miss y/l/n.” he said, “Every bands not Queen.” You countered. Roger looked over to you, he was impressed, and luckily so was Mr. Reid. “You’re asking for quite a bit Miss y/l/n.” he said, but you knew he was on board. “She has an insatiable appetite.” Freddie told him, leaning back in his chair. You got it, a record deal, a future for Queen. After everything was settled you all piled into the car. “Holy shit y/n!” Roger said with a smile on his face. “You were amazing!” He said and you just shrugged. “It’s all for you guys, for the band.” You said as you began driving. “You’re part of the band y/n.” Freddie said, the others nodded in agreement. You smiled contently as you drove, you really were a part of something bigger than yourself now. Something bigger than the five of you. Now you knew that Reid was a manager, and he got you a record deal from someone else, meaning that you were no longer Queen’s manager. You got the feeling of a hole in your heart, as if something was missing when you began to think about leaving the band. You pushed the thought away quickly and began to drive to the recording studio.

“Reid said he wants us to finish the album by the end of this week?” John asked as he sat down on one of the couches. Roger nodded as he twirled a drum stick between his fingers. “Yep, but I mean that’s only two more songs.” He said sighing a bit. “We can’t write and record two songs in a week, that’s fucking impossible.” Brian said. “Y/n, what do you think?” Freddie asked as he looked over to you. You were leaning against the doorframe lost in thought. What would you do without the band? You had always figured they would move on to do amazing things, but this quickly? “Y/l/n?!” Roger shouted at you, finally breaking you from your trance. “Hm?” You hummer in response. John sighed and Freddie stood up. “We know there’s something wrong darling, what is it?” He asked softly. You sighed and walked slowly over towards the seating area. “I’m not Queen’s manager anymore.” You said to them, they all exchanged concerned glances before looking at you again. “I don’t work for you guys anymore, I’m not supposed to be here.” You said. “You can be our assistant!” Roger said, quickly standing up. You looked at him and raised an eyebrow. “The band’s assistant? That’s not much of a job Taylor.” You said. “I don’t wanna spend the rest of my life as an assistant.” You told them, beginning to get frustrated. “I wanted-” You cut yourself off, “I wanted to be apart of something bigger than myself.” You said looking over at them. The four of them sat there, not knowing what to say. Then after a moment John spoke up, “If you think you’re getting away from us that easily, your wrong.” He said to you. “You’re a part of the band now y/n, your family.” Freddie added. Brian stood up. “Besides, your the closest thing we have to an actual queen besides Fred.” You laughed at Brian's comment, as did Roger and John. “At least be our assistant until you find another job.” Roger said as he got up and walked towards you. You looked up at him as he put his hands on your shoulder, he raised his eyebrow and smiled a bit. “Fine.” You said, attempting to hold back your smile. Roger winked at you and then turned back to the boys. “Alright, now that’s settled, lets make some music.” he said.

Everyone got to their places as they tried to write a song, throw one together and not have it sound sloppy. Arguments broke out every hour. About the music, about girls, about everything and anything. Finally you had enough. You stood up in the middle of Roger’s argument about how they sounded like shit. “Shut up!” you yelled, staring at them, they all immediately stopped what they were doing and looked at you. “This isn’t working, we haven’t gotten anywhere, and the four of you clawing at eachothers throats is not going to help.” You stated as you waltzed over to the stage, their eyes following you. “You need to get experimental, make sounds that will surprise the ear, sounds that havent been put into song yet.” You said as you stood in front of Roger’s drum kit. You reached into your jean pocket and pulled out a handful of change. You glanced at the change, the drums, then at the four boys staring at you with confused looks. “Roger come here.” You said, he didn’t move at first and then you shot him an evil glare which made him move towards you. “Sit.” you said, and he obliged. Roger sat down and picked up his drum sticks from the floor. You placed the change on the drums in front of you. You looked at Roger and nodded your head, he nodded back and began to play a beat. “Now that’s good.” Freddie said walked over to the drums, John and Brian behind him. “We could try putting a tambourine on the piano, so when Fred plays-” “You can hear it in the background.” Freddie finished Brian’s sentence and they both rushed over to the piano to test it out. John walked up to you and smiled. “I hope you know, there’d be no Queen without you.” he said before he grabbed a triangle and mallet and walked over to Roger. You smiled to yourself and walked away as they began to write lyrics, develop riffs, string together chords, and create a song.

You walked into the booth and sat down in the chair in front of all the controls. You looked up to see Roger staring at you from the drums. You smiled at him and he nodded contently before mouthing ‘thank you’. You watched as they worked together to make all kinds of new sounds. The four of them even started putting pots and pans on the drum stand. You watched them and laughed lightly from inside the booth. After an hour, you decided you would go check to see how they were doing, if any progress was actually being made. “Hey boys.” You said as you walked over to stand beside Roger, who had a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. He looked down at you and smiled a bit. “We’ve got a song.” Brian said to you as he stood up and walked towards the booth. “Let’s start recording then.” You chimed as you followed Brian into the booth. “Let’s start with you Fred!” You shouted, he nodded and waltzed over to the mic. You helped the boys record the song in the booth. You adjusted the volume, gave tips on how loud the bass should be, how loud the change on the drums should be, and how loud the backup voices should be. You were the ears of this song, and it felt amazing. They were relying on your judgement, which made you feel important, it made you feel wanted. You were listening to the song over, once everything was recorded. Something still wasn’t right, according to the boys. “It sounds beautiful.” You told them as you curled up on the couch. “No, something needs to be changed…” Freddie said as he began pacing. “Deaky, try bouncing it from left to right..” he said, which John did. “And dead center for the last!” Brian added. “And blast it!” Roger shouted as he stood up and put his hand in the air. “That’s angelic.” You said as you stood up. “Alright, I am exhausted, so I’m heading home. Does anyone need a lift?” You asked them as you grabbed your car keys from the small table by the door. “I could use a lift yeah.” Roger said to you as he grabbed his drumsticks from the couch he was previously sitting on. “Okay then let’s head out, it’s already 11. See you boys tomorrow, good work.” You said giving them a small wave before heading out the door. Roger yelled bye and then followed you out to the car.

“Bloody hell it’s cold out, I should have brought a fucking jacket.” You laughed and shook your head. Roger smirked at you, “Would you like mine, love?” He asked, as he slid his bright blue jean jacket off his shoulders. You giggled and looked over to him. “What a gentleman.” You said, teasing him as he held it up for you. You slid your arms into it and immediately felt the warmth seep into your skin. You hummed and wrapped yourself in your own arms. Roger laughed as the two of your finally got to your car. You got in it and turned the keys clockwise, making the car roar as it came alive. You began to drive in the direction of Roger’s flat. “Just wanted to thank you again, for making sure we don't bloody murder each other.” he said, laughing lightly. You smiled and nodded, “Well I try my best.” You replied. Roger looked over to you, “You know, last night was the first night in a long while I didn’t bring home a random girl.” he said, in a serious tone. You glanced over at him, making eye contact for a brief moment before you focused back on the road. “Why do you think that is?” You asked curious for what stunt he was trying to pull with you. “Maybe I only had one girl on my mind.” he said, still staring at you, as if he was waiting for you to swoon. You rolled your eyes and smiled. “How many times have you used that line Taylor?” You asked, laughing lightly as you said it. Roger’s face dropped for a moment, was it really that hard for you to believe that you were on his mind? He then let out a laugh and looked out the front window. “Not as often as you’d think.” He said before you pulled up to his house. “I’ll see you tomorrow Taylor.” You said as he stepped out of the car. You were about to drive away when Roger stuck his head through the passenger window. “Do you want to come in for some tea?” He asked you, “No funny business, I just,” He let out a small laugh, “I haven’t been alone in a while, could you-” “Yeah.” You cut him off and gave him a reassuring look. You grabbed your bag from the back seat of your car and turned the car off. You slammed the door shut and locked it before you went to walk beside Roger.

“I’ve never been inside your flat before.” You said as the two of you walked up the stairs, Roger leading the way. “Well, let me tell you it’s nothing special.” He said as he took out the keys from his pocket and unlocked the door. He gestured for you to go first, and he put his hand on the small of your back to guide you in. He shut the door behind him and stood beside you. “What do you think?” He asked you teasingly. “It suits you.” You told him as you took off your shoes and continued to walk around the flat. It had rustic brick walls and small windows on one wall. The furniture didn’t match, some were a light brown while others were bright blue or red. The lighting fixtures were wild, just like Roger. He laughed and nodded. “It does doesn’t it?” He responded as he put his hand under his shirt and onto his shoulder. “So are you just going to stand there or make your friend some tea.” You said as you sat down on the bright blue couch. Roger laughed, almost as if he was nervous, which you had never seen him before. “Yeah, um, sorry.” He said and he walked over to the kitchen.

You curled your feet under your body and fixed the dress you wore from the night before. It wasn’t very comfortable if you were being honest, which was all part of your style. Roger walked over to the sitting area and handed you a cream coloured mug with some tea in it. “Thank you, Taylor.” You said with a bit of a smile. Roger sat beside you on the couch and took a sip out of his own mug. “I didn’t know it was possible to get this bloody cold in London.” Roger said as he looked out the window and then back at you. You nodded and sighed. “Rog, I don’t want to be an assistant.” You said to him as you took another gulp of tea. “I just, can’t help thinking that I deserve a bit more from life, you know?” You asked, your eyes focused on your lap. “You deserve everything, y/n.” He said quickly, almost too quickly. “You will have a better job, in the future y/n.” Roger reassured and put his hand on your knee. You forced a smile towards him and then you both put your mugs on the coffee table in front of you. “Ugh, this is the most uncomfortable dress I have ever worn.” You said in frustration as you tugged at the sleeves. Roger smirked as he looked you up and down. “Want me to take it off for you?” he said. You rolled your eyes and lightly slapped his shoulder. “Could I wear a pair of your joggers?” You asked him. “I can’t sleep in this for another night or I might die.” “No way! I want to see you suffer.” he said laughing, before he stood up and began to walk off. “I’ll be back, stay there.” He said. You sighed and walked over to the window in your bare feet. The ground was ice cold and only made you shiver as you walked near the window. ‘How is it this cold in June?’ You thought to yourself. You heard Roger enter the room once again, you turned to see a pair of jeans and a red and white striped T-shirt in his arms. You giggled and shook your head at him. “So turns out I don’t own a single pair of joggers.” he laughed and handed you the clothes he found. “Hope these’ll do.” He said and you looked at him in disbelief, but still smiled. “Where’s the loo?” You asked him as you inspected the clothes in your hands. He didn’t answer, which resulted in you looking up at him. He had a devilish smirk on his face and you shook your head, “I am not changing in front of you Roger Taylor. I’ll find the loo by myself if I have to.” You said as you began to walk down the hall. You heard Roger laugh as you walked away, which brought a smile to your face.

You found the loo easily, as it was a small flat. You changed into the striped shirt and jeans, which was ten times as comfortable as that stupid dress. You began to walk back to the living room to tell Roger you were tired, but then you saw what you presumed was Roger’s bedroom out of the coroner of your eye. You glanced over your shoulder to make sure Roger wasn't looking and you proceeded to walk into the room. It was a small room, it had only a bed and a dresser, with the same Roger vibe as the living room. It had blue-grey walls with no windows on them. You sat down on the bed and felt how comfortable the mattress was underneath you. You sighed in pleasure as you laid down and rested your head on the pillow. You instantly fell asleep, your body curled into a ball and your face squished against a pillow. Roger called your name from the other room, when you didn’t respond he got up and walked over. He saw you were asleep on his bed, resulting in a smile and a slight shake of Roger’s head. “God y/n, you have a tendency for falling asleep.” He whispered. Roger picked up a blanket from the floor and placed it over your sleeping body. He pressed a kiss to your temple and shut the door behind him. “God you make me soft y/n. Goodnight.” He finally whispered before going to sleep on the couch.

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neotericbitch · 6 years ago

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a sequel to DarqAnon

part the first

It’s quite abusive, there I said it, how you’re allowed to force a ritual onto a child, whether it be reciting an anthem or staring at the sun, before their brain has developed enough to comprehend the significance. In fact, doing so makes it more likely that as the child grows up, they will never truly find meaning in the action! How sad is that? I’d never force anything on my son.

Growing up, staring into the sun was something I never understood. For a long time I didn’t, I couldn’t conceive of the satisfaction or happiness my family derived from it. It meant something to them, so they tried to teach it to me, but it never meant anything to me. I understood that the sun was their god, but because I never truly believed, I couldn’t grasp how or why it would be important to them to stare up at it, burning their eyeballs out of their sockets. Their god was sending a clear message, do not look at me. Why would they do it anyway?

Oh, but - do keep in mind that that’s all in the past. I understand now. I understand perfectly.

Valkyrie Cain has the most brilliant black eyes. Truly, her every feature is marvellous, her sharp nose, her expressive mouth - but I always go back to the eyes. For Crandall, it’s her hands. They’ve shared many times over many meetings, to the point where I find it very annoying, that they want nothing more than to feel her hands on the sides of their head before she crushes it. I think it’s a nice little fantasy to have, just stop telling us about it. I have only ever shared what I wanted two, maybe three times. That’s an acceptable amount of times! Any more is overdoing it, Crandall! Crandall, I know you’re listening. I’ve been able to feel it even when a very good Sensitive is in my head, Crandall, and you are not a very good Sensitive.

Beside me they turn their head away. Why would they want to listen to my thoughts, anyway, when Valkyrie is here? I suppose I understand their hesitance. Darquesse, goodness - Darquesse wouldn’t stand for anyone hearing her thoughts, absolutely not! To attempt it on her would be a high offence. But Crandall, if you’re still listening, I’d say go ahead for the time being. Darquesse isn’t here. Not yet.

Looking at her, it all makes sense. I want to call up my mother and tell her I understand, I understand wanting - needing! - to look at something, even if it does not want you to. The sun may try to blind you. Valkyrie may glare and scream and curse. But you simply cannot look away.

I cannot call up my mother, of course. She has been dead for a hundred years, and I’m busy right now - and I don’t think there’s mobile phone reception here anyway.

For this week’s Thursday meeting, 6 to 7:30, we have made a temporary move from the community hall to the vault, generously donated for DA’s use by Nicki, who we had to murder. Dear girl, she didn’t want to let me hold the meeting here this week. I suggested it at the end of last week’s meeting and everyone was very excited. A hundred meters beneath the spot where Darquesse opened her portal to another dimension and disappeared - we’re so lucky to have this place! Of course everyone wants to come here whenever we have the opportunity! But Nicki said no. Nicki said to me, “Isserley, these meetings have been really great, you are a good organiser and I’m very happy to have met everyone, but I think what you’re planning is wrong. Please return the vault key to me.” So we had to kill her.

And here we are tonight, and I almost wish Nicki were here so I could say, to think you didn’t want this! The meeting is going very well, I think it’s our best one yet. 6:40 and we’re just about to finish setting up, we’re a neat little group of people. We won’t go over time at all! I’d like to say that I, being an incredibly organised person, have been a good influence on my fellow DA-goers.

Salma finishes painting the symbol on the ground. Her designs are ugly, but she has a steady hand and knows how best to use the petrol paste, a very special concoction. No one else could have done this job - though I must admit, I am a bit envious. Easy, Isserley! Remember, your job is the most important. Without you, this wouldn’t work. Without you, Valkyrie would not even be here.

Salma reaches for Valkyrie. She thrashes wildly - and I can’t say I blame her! I wouldn’t want Salma to touch me, either! Haha. But it really won’t do for her to behave this way, we really need her complete cooperation, so I motion to Respite at the wall and he turns the crank, tightening the chains attached to the bound cuffs at her every limb. She is pulled tight, and by the sounds of it it’s not a very comfortable experience, but now she is tense and mostly still - perfect for Salma to draw the symbol on her wrists and stomach.

She puts up a hell of a fight when Respite disconnects the chains from the wall and reconnects them to the floor, at each corner of where the symbol has been painted so she is now seated in the centre. I can’t help but smile! She reminds me of one of those beautiful shrine maidens. If only I’d thought of that earlier. I would have put this off one more week and gotten an outfit made. But the clothes she put on herself this morning are more than lovely. Darquesse will like them. Darquesse will like being back.

Valkyrie keeps straining and trying to get up, the poor dear! I wish I could go over there and pat her face, like I used to pat my son’s when he was resisting me - I wish I could tell her everything will be alright. But I know, even chained and without magic, she could certainly find a way to kill me if I were within reach. And I don’t want her to kill me until the ritual is complete, of course! Otherwise what would be the point?

“I don’t even know,” Valkyrie growls - what a good word for it! Indeed, she is doing her very best to sound deep, dark and scary. Soon it will come naturally. “I don’t even know what you think this will do. It’s not a full moon, or a blood moon, or any kind of moon. It’s not a magical day, it’s not a holiday, it’s not even a day that means anything to me.”

It’s my birthday, but don’t tell anyone that. It’s my special little secret, my gift to myself.

“This sigil is totally made-up. It’s not going to do anything.” She tries to raise her hand to her face to wipe off some sweat, but the chain is too short. “Let me go and I’ll make it quick - because when Skulduggery gets here, he certainly fucking won’t.”

I crouch down to be on her level, and I’m filled with such...reverence. I understand. I understand. This is what I was supposed to feel kneeling in the sweltering heat for hours on end. I’m glad I feel it here instead.

“You will kill us,” I say. “But we’re not going to uncuff you, you’ll do that yourself.”

“What are you talking about?” She is so exasperated and so irritated and so wonderful. “These cuffs are bound. It doesn’t matter how great you think I am, I’m not that strong.”

“You will be! You will be.” In the corner of my vision I see Salma fidgeting. Salma!!! You’re ruining this!! To make her stop, I gesture at her so she can speak and stop annoying everyone with her movements.

“The sigil you’re sitting on,” she fires off in her horrible, grating voice, “and the sigils that are on you are my own designs. Just because you haven’t seen them before doesn’t mean they won’t work. They’ll work.” Her lip trembles and she bows her head. “I’m sorry you don’t...believe in me.”

Valkyrie stares for a moment. “You’re completely nuts.” Nuts! Aah! That’s the word I use to describe her! How exciting!

“They’ll work, I swear. I promise. We only need to activate them, and...” Salma looks to me. Unfortunately, I have to stand up now and go back to looking down on Valkyrie. It’s okay, though. It’s okay. Soon she’ll be looking down on me.

For now, she doesn’t look at me at all. She looks down at where she’s put her arms on her knees, wrists facing out. Perhaps Supreme Mage Sorrows once gave her a lesson on what certain strokes can mean, perhaps she’s trying to work out how to counteract our symbol.

She’s fabulous and smart, yes, but she won’t be able to work it out. I am confident. I snap my fingers, summoning a bright, orange flame into my hand. She lifts her head, looks me directly in the eye, and I smile widely. Very widely. Not widely enough. I hope, before Darquesse kills me, she at least takes the time to appreciate what I’m doing for her. I hope she recognises how much I love her. No - I don’t hope. I know. She will. She must.

I take a step forward and crouch again, reaching my hand out to the edge of the symbol on the ground. My flame will catch onto the petrol paste and spread immediately. Valkyrie will be burned, but only a little bit! Just a little bit. Long enough for the fire to catch the symbols on her skin, and she will be protected - and Darquesse will be summoned back into her. She will be complete again.

Before my flame touches the paste, Valkyrie shoots her hand out and smudges the line, which gives me just about the fright of my life! Thank goodness I have such incredible reflexes, otherwise I wouldn’t have jerked my hand away in time. The paste would have caught on fire and surely burned her to death! She rubs her wrists together, wiping away the symbols written there, then kicks her legs out from under her so she’s in a more traditional butt-to-ground position, but that means she’s made the ground symbol worse and displaced dirt into my face.

It’s hard to love her when she has literally blinded me. That whole thing about the sun and everything, it was more of a metaphor. I still love her of course! I’m only taken aback. Anything I may say as I fall backwards isn’t really my fault, since she’s the one who kicked dirt in my eyes. It's more of my reflexes. I never would say anything of the sort to her under normal circumstances. Never.

“You bitch!”

What an inconvenience. I don’t get to see any of what happens next! I only hear the door flying open and gunshots, the sounds of my people yelling and trying to fight. Punches, kicks, bodies falling to the ground. When I hear Salma scream and feel her blood land on my face, I can’t help it! I can’t help it but think, serves you right for putting a cent in the collection tray every week!

“Skulduggery, the-”

“Valkyrie. Are you alright?” Is that him getting on his knees? Maybe he understands after all. “Are you hurt?”

“My skin’s burning, let me loose so I can get this shit off me. The crank on the wall, I think that controls the cuffs.”

I roll onto my side and wipe the dirt from my eyes. I hear Pleasant at the wall, turning the crank back and hitting the release. It’s terribly uncomfortable, but I can open my eyes and see well enough - and what I see is Crandall dead next to me! It’s such a shock, my heart skips at least three beats. That rotten Pleasant. What a barbarian. I lift my head as carefully as I can, so I won’t be noticed. Valkyrie has lifted her shirt to get the symbol off her stomach and cannot see me.

This is so unfair. I put so much work into this plan. It was so hard to trap her! I was going to bring Darquesse back. Me. Not Crandall, not Salma. Not Nicki. Her black eyes would have bored into my skull and killed me and I would have been good and happy. Huh! Maybe I'm not too different to those Faceless worshippers who go blowing themselves up in public places.

“Isserley. I thought that was you.” Pleasant. Pleasant is talking to me. “How have you been?”

Valkyrie snaps her head up at him. “You know her?”

“We’ve seen her in the High Sanctuary.”

“Jesus. Is there anyone you don’t remember.”

“No.” He reaches out and wipes the rest of the symbol off her stomach in one motion. I have dirt in my eyes but I see how her tummy kind of curls in a bit as she drops her shirt down.

That should be me. That should be me. I love her more than anyone. I burst into tears.

“She tried to set me on fire.”

“I think a list of people who haven’t tried to set you on fire would be shorter than a list of those who have.” I hear the clink of handcuffs. “Come on, now, Isserley.”

I let my head drop back onto the ground and stare up at the ceiling. I do not take one more look at Valkyrie. I’m not worthy. I’m not worthy. I failed. “Why don’t you just kill me.” I’m not even aware of myself saying it, to be honest! Just one of those things that...slips out...

“She makes a good point, Skulduggery.”

“Can’t be done. We should leave at least one cultist alive to arrest, so why not take the woman in charge?”

“How do you know she’s the one in charge?”

His terrible skull fills my vision as he looks down at me. You know, hearing him talk this much at one time has jogged my memory. And he does happen to wear very beautiful suits. My mouth falls open. “You’re-”

Valkyrie was startled for a moment by the sudden gunshot. Shoulders tensed, she looked over to Skulduggery standing over the woman, gun still pointed into a face that didn’t really exist anymore.

“What made you change your mind?” she asked as he put the revolver away. Skulduggery came over to her and brushed some hair out of her face, went back to fussing over the injuries she sustained on her way here.

“Too talkative,” he said, and she laughed and teased him about being a hypocrite.

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purplesurveys · 6 years ago

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Do you use public transport regularly? I would if it were safer, more efficient, and less crowded. But it’s none of these things, so I resort to driving my own car. Who do you usually say hello or good morning first? My girlfriend. Do you usually have time for breakfast in the morning? What do you have? Not this sem, because my classes start at 8:30/9 so I usually go straight to the bathroom for a quick shower and off to the car. I never have time to pick up breakfast, unless my dad is home and packs me food. He usually makes me eggs and hotdogs. Have you ever had to work while there was a film crew at your work place? I’ve never had a job but yeah, they recently shot a movie in my school. Caused a lot of traffic that day but tbh I can’t be mad, the movie’s supposed to be really good (although I haven’t seen it so shame on me). Have you ever gotten an ailment just before you were going on holiday? Ugh I never get sick, my immune system doesn’t have a lot of stories to tell.

What’s your favourite colour of carnation? Light pink. When’s the last time you got to leave work earlier than scheduled? Not work, buuuut my communication research prof always dismisses us early for some reason. Last week he let us go 45 minutes before our scheduled dismissal. Do you play any “getting to know you” type of games with a friend on FB? No, that sounds very 2009. Are the roads basically rock solid frozen slush where you live right now? No snow where I’m from. Do you/have you worked a job where you could bring leftover food home from? Is there a winter break/half term coming along in your part of the world? No, we don’t get seasonal breaks like that except for summer and that doesn’t come around until May. Who or what greets you at the door every time you come home? My dog used to, but he’s gotten old and doesn’t really have the energy to go down the steps anymore haha. Still, he’s the first thing I see up the stairs when I get home. Have you had any assignments to finish lately? Yep, I did one before I drove home tonight. How about any long-running group assignments? I finished one last night but my groupmates were shit and I didn’t feel good about that homework at all. Do you have group chats with your friends that make you laugh? Yes, we have one for our friend group. Do you sing or whistle while you work? Sometimes, but it doesn’t last long because 1) I sing terribly, and 2) whistling is loud. Would you ever like a professional kitchen’s dishwasher at home? I’m fine with manually washing dishes tbh. Any exciting or fun plans for the weekend? Not this weekend. I do have to go to a volleyball game that’s required for my PR class, though. Not that I find it exciting. How about for this evening? I just got back home from a laidback date with Gab, so. We had cheap dinner and a study date at a coffee shop. Do you ever chat about your favourite video games with your friends? Hahaha, I don’t play video games. This is Gab’s question to answer. Have you ever supported anyone’s Kickstarter? If so, what was it? I don’t think so, no. What do you like in your omelet? We don’t usually make omelets at home, so when we’re staying at a place that makes omelets (usually a breakfast buffet at a hotel), I ask them to put everything that they have available–cheese, mushrooms, tomatoes, bell peppers, whatever else they offer. Do you do anything physically taxing that makes your limbs or back sore? Yeah, I have a shoulder bag that worsens my scoliosis when I have to wear it, cos it only puts a lot of pressure and weight on one side of my body. Does a cat ever randomly jump on your desk and blocks your screen? Does said cat like to climb on your shoulder and kneads your arm? Was today surprisingly sunny where you live, too? It was just sunny, it’s never a surprise. Did you encounter many happy people today? Did it make you happy? Surprisingly no. My org’s hangout space is empty on Tuesdays. I guess people’s schedules are packed on that day. The only people I saw were Laurice, Jane, Jo, Jum, and Kate, and they all were okay, but I wouldn’t call them happy. Has anyone put their freezing cold hands on your body today? Uhhhh nope haha. Has anyone tickled you mercilessly today? No, I would’ve kicked them in the face. Has anyone hugged or kissed you today? Yes, Gabie gave me both :) Aaahahhhhhhh I love her so so so much. When do you normally come on Bzoink? Mmm once a week, cos that’s the only amount of time I get to take surveys these days. Have you had to change clothes more than twice today? Nope, just one constant outfit for today. What’s something that makes you feel confident? Gab giving me boosts. I trust anything she says, so if she says I can do this or I can finish that, I usually will. Do you have any presentations you have to give in the near future? Nah, I don’t think so. Have you ever had a shrove bun? (Look it up, they’re really good!) NO BUT THEY LOOK REALLY GOOD I WANT ONE NOW??????? Do you have time for regular coffee/tea breaks throughout the day? I can’t take coffee anymore dude haaah. I recently ~resigned from coffee, cos I realized that whenever I drink coffee now, I feel more sick than energized to finish work, and I always end up having chest pains now unlike before. I denied it for a long time and kept drinking coffee (and getting sick after) until I finally sucked it up last week. Haven’t had any since. Do your lips or hands go really dry in cold weather? Not really. Do you have any wine or rum in your fridge? Yes. Do you ever look in the mirror and wonder when you got that old? Hahahaha yeah I look in the mirror but I don’t necessarily ask myself that. Are you currently studying a language? If so, which one? No. I get spurts of enthusiasm here and there, but they always die down quickly. Just three weeks ago I went back to studying Korean but I stopped after two days lol. Are you good at word games and anagrams? Yesssssss I love those. UBWHAECNI ^Give me the longest word you can make out of those letters Beach, china, whine, bench, bunch, cabin. Do you encounter eccentric looking people on a daily basis? In UP? Of course. I love it. Has a song been playing in your head today? What was it? imagine by Ariana Grande. Is there anything at the movie theaters right now that you’d like to see? Alone/Together, but I heard that the trailer is way better than the film itself. I’d see the movie but only if it were someone’s treat haha. Do you have free tickets for anything that need to be used soon? Nah. Do you have candy in your cupboards? We don’t keep candy in the cupboards, but yeah we have some lying around the house. Are you itching to do something else now? Eat, because I suddenly got hungry. Can you hear snoring from somewhere right now? Nope. Has the sun gone down by now? Yes, hours ago. It’s 11:36 in the evening.

#survey #surveys

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red--hair--dont--care · 6 years ago

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first post 😏

so ill start off by saying hi, you can call me lucy.. or whatever you want, tbh i dont really care about names or specific pronouns. i never let it bug me but please dont go out of your way to be mean, be a decent person and treat people with some basic kindness and everything will be okay. ☺️

so you could say i havent come out yet, the only place i dont feel myself is at work but because coming out at work would be way to... complicating i decided to just not but still maintain the essence of who i am and not care what people said or how they looked at me. ive never really had to worry about taking shit from them or from really anyone becsuse apparently i have an always angry face even though most of the time im not even angry lol. but because of that it keeps peoples comments to themselves. im not very engaging so conversation would end up being very one sided. im okay with this work arrangement i just hope eventually i can get a job where i can be me how i want to be without having to worry about things becoming complicated. outside of work i am me i try to dress gender neutral just because i dont feel i am able to pass yet(though the makeup girl at the spa thought i was a girl but as soon as i opened my mouth she was like omg im so sorry. it was pretty funny it didnt like offend me or anything at all, i let things like that go or else it would bug me to no end.) i have anxiety but i deal with it well by not spending too much time thinking about it all and just go about my business. and ive learned mosy people are oblivious or dont even care. i have noticed its more elderly women that give me stares but i think its funny 😋 i try to wear clothes that are subtly feminine so i can wear what is comfortable and what fits but also not be clocked by every nosey person in the grocery store. i dont wear alot of makeup when im out if any at all, its usually lip gloss, a little mascara, and filled in eyebrows.

Ive been on hrt for about a month but the end of 2017 all of 2018 i spent 'pre' transitioning. i got rid of all my guy clothes except one or two outfits for work i started ordering clothes online and from thrift stores and slowly aquired almost a whole wardrobe lol.

i tried herbal supplements for feminizing and breast growth pills, the first 3 months of that i felt like shit all the time, hormones were everywhere.. it was a mess. (i feel like because i went all through that proir to actual hrt that by body got used to feeling like shit and everything else so it was like prepared and toughened up the next time around. if that makes sense) i noticed breast growth that went away and havent had any of it since. i got super sensitive and hurt to touch but none of that happens anymore, im not sure why..

i started to shave every week and been doing it since but has gotten so much easier and quicker over time (it still takes forever) eventually i got a laser hair remover and started using it but it was hard to use it every week because im lazy lol but i still use it, im not sure if it works but im just gonna keep using it and im sure it will help to get rid of my facial hair over time. i started transitioning from using cheap hygiene supplies to more expensive ones then to home made ones. since ive done that my skin has gotten noticeably better, i use African black soap that i buy but the rest of it i make using different things you can find in your kitchen. i hope taking care of my skin in this way will pay off later on and so far it looks better then my old routine.

so ive been on estridol and spiro for about a month now, the first things that i noticed a few days after starting was i was happy again, like the weel before i felt horrible i was unhappy with myself, i felt dull. i dont think it was a placebo because i wasnt expecting anything to happen. so i can say that my experience has been a positive one so far. i havent had any breast changes like sensitivity or soreness or anything. i was using a pump almost daily before i started hrt and so my chest was already soft and squshy and protruding a little. im not too worried about it i just hope that they start, ive heard of girls having it start then stop and not do anything. i just want to be able to wear a bra because i need to not because thats 'what youre supposed to do if your a girl'

Ive alway been skinny and not weighed over 130 but i hope this will change that, i have already lost what little muscle i had, my arms are lean so they still look muscular but i think with time they will smooth out. i have very thin hips so im hoping i will get wider and my thighs will thicken up, to help that along im doing butt and leg exercises along with stretching and yoga i guess. (i dont call it yoga)

I know that diet is a big part of the results you end up with so ive started eating better then i was before. and im trying to eat more too, ive always had a tough time eating because i have little to no appetite, i just dont find food appealing most times. ive started drinking more water and now i have to pee every hour lol. its not so bad h20 will help keeping my liver and kidneys from taking too much.

so im not really sure what else i should include in this post, im sure i forgot some things but thats okay they will come to me☺️ if you made it down this far thank you for listening i hope you have a wonderful day and dont forget that you are not alone. 😘💜

#firstpost #girlslikeus #trans #transgender #transgirl #transcommunity #hrt #mtf #transisbeautiful

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Things that keep me breathing.

1. New music to be released by artists you like

2. New adventures your haven't experienced (have you jumped in any puddles recently?)

3. The possibility of a future pet

4. Your ultimate favourite movie could not have been released yet

5. They're going to release a new season of that show you like

6. Someone was made to love you out there, maybe they're searching for you the same way you long for them.

7. The longer you live the more chance you get to see good things happen in the world

8. There are so many different outfits and clothes you haven't tried wearing yet

9. So many songs you haven't listened to yet, your new favourite could be a day away

10. Think of the way you could bring light to others with your story of survival, the story of a warrior

11. Someone new and exciting is going to enter your life, they're going to open up a whole new world for you soon. Stay here for that

12. The feeling of freshly washed sheets on your skin after a late night shower.

13. Falling asleep to the sound of the car radio, watching the moon rise into the sky.

14. All the concerts you haven't been too

15. All the campfires you haven't gotten to sing around yet, all the smores you're going to eat

16. The feeling of a cold glass of water after a long day outside in the summer

17. All the smiles you'll put on people's faces

18. Holding that diploma or degree in your hand one day

19. Participating in the fight to make everyone equal.

20. Standing up for your beliefs

21. Finding your favourite candle scent

22. First kisses. Kisses of any kind.

23. Going home and taking a nap after a long day of socializing

24. Surprise money in the pockets of your favourite jeans

25. Watching the sky move in puddles as you walk past them

26. You'll learn new things, discover new things, things that can completely transform you

27. That feeling when the YouTube video finally loads.

28. More little victories, like not spilling any juice when pouring yourself a glass to drink in the morning

29. Buying a new cute bra. Or that feeling of refreshment you get when you swap out an old toothbrush for a new one.

30. The brief sense of renewal after you've deep cleaned your face.

31. All the people who are praying for you, even if you're not religious, or you don't feel loved. I promise you someone's praying for you by name.

32. Have you ever seen a picture of those really fluffy dogs that are always smiling? Whether you answer yes or no, there are so many pictures of those dogs you haven't seen yet.

33. Building pillow forts and blanket forts no matter what age you are.

34. You have changed somebody's life for the better, even if you don't feel like it. That stranger who you smiled at? You effected them.

35. Singing in the shower. Singing Christmas carols. Singing your favourite song home alone. Singing.

36. All the hobbies you haven't picked up yet.

37. All the lessons you have to teach others who need to learn them.

38. Taking off your socks for bed.

39. All those smile inducing photographs you have yet to take

40. When was the last time you had a snow cone? Too long ago. Imagine all the delicious snow cones you'll eat in the future.

41. The classic pacman games, the nostalgia the music gives you

42. All the lakes you haven't swam in yet, the docks you haven't jumped off of in that bathing suit that makes you feel amazing.

43. Finding that perfect pair of jeans

44. Being alive to witness the cure for cancer be discovered.

45. The extra hour you gain when the clocks get changed

46. All those languages you haven't learned yet.

47. Grinning so hard your cheeks hurt. And you don't even realize it until you're laying in bed that night.

48. The doodles you have yet to create

49. The internet friends you're going to make

50. Staring at Christmas lights reflecting on the snow.

51. All the Halloweens you haven't decorated for yet.

52. All those trips to the thrift stores you haven't gone on yet, all those hella cute shirts for 2 dollars you're going to buy.

53. You could learn about a new religion in the future, discover new things about how strong you are.

54. Music boxes. The nostalgia they hold.

55. The fact that cute animals exist

56. When you lay down after hard work and you feel all the muscles in your back relax

57. The reflection of your laptops light on the walls of your bedroom late at night. The silent serenity.

58. You are gonna get to buy a cool set of matching furniture in the future.

59. You might get to be here when they invent that thing where you can smell the video you're watching through your screen.

60. Start a coin collection, make it your goal to collect a coin from every country in the world. Now imagine having a coin collection that cool.

61. Getting to name a future pet Or heck if you're up for it... A future kid!

62. How many butterflies have you seen in your life? Not enough! There are so many more beautiful butterflies and animals too see.

63. Soft paint brushes.

64. All the books you haven't read yet (or inspiring lyrics you havent heard)

65. The sound of rain outside your window as you close your eyes to sleep.

66. Brushing cats. Hey it may sound weird, but it's satisfying and cats love it. Happy cats = cute cats

67. The alphabet song. Maybe it's just me, but it's so full of joy.

68. Finding out weird things about people (like how the alphabet song makes them happy)

69. Funny jokes with underlying meaning ;)

70. Watching lava lamps, in complete silence.

71. Imagine all the sunsets you have yet to watch. Cheesie, but it's really surreal to watch the sky change.

72. The satisfying click of a light switch.

73. That feeling of freedom you get after doing a deep clean of your room.

74. The fact that, no matter if you believe it or not, someone cares. I care.

75. One day you won't be pulling all nighters for essays. Ever again.

76. All the vinyls you don't own yet

77. All the games that haven't been released yet, thousands that you could fall in love with playing.

78. The possibility that one day, you could own your own house. And if you already do, think off all the interior decorating you have yet to do.

79. Finding that most comfortable sweater, the one that you could spend days in without shame

80. I care enough to take the time to write a list of all the things that keep me going, in hopes that I could bring you some hope.

81. Watching people in a relaxed state, the calm that radiates off of someone who's at utter peace is amazing.

82. All the new haircuts you haven't tried yet

83. The possibility that one day you could wake up to the love of your life, and all the glory of their morning hair. And if that's not something you want, then the fact that you can still see love in the world without romance.

84. The satisfaction of reconnecting to your WiFi after you have to do that thing where you unplug It, then re plug it when it stops working.

85. Freezies and popsicles in the summer

86. The future garden you haven't planted yet

87. All those recipes you haven't tried yet.

88. Running your hands through your freshly washed hair. Or on your freshly shaven legs/face/anything

89. The fact that the human mind is so complex that it's capable of such deep emotions like love(platonic or romantic), all the things you haven't learned about emotions yet. Or how our brain works.

90. The way you feel handing the cashier the exact amount of change.

91. Talking to nice retail workers. No matter what your conversation is about.

92. All those ice cream flavours you haven't tried

93. All the instruments you can't play yet... All the songs you're gonna learn.

94. The fact that tie dye exists. How cool?!?!

95. Pulling on clothes that just came out of the dryer and are still warm.

96. That feeling of accomplishment when you find the energy to practice self care.

97. The smell of popcorn in the microwave.

98. The feeling when your stomach hurts from laughter.

99. The fact that I was able to come up with 99 positive things.

#mental health #growth #anxiety

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