#there were only like 12 of us girls and there were like 35 guys

[cithaerons]

growing up was so funny because we really had very little in terms of intricate female social drama but the male social drama was soooo intense and elaborate

[apomaro-mellow]

Wrong Number 1

Eddie kept up a texting chain with Steve while making himself a breakfast of coffee and cereal. He hadn't felt like this in a long time. Not since, well, when he thought of it when he was a teenager up all night in chat rooms and forums. When you found someone who you just clicked with.

[11:30] Any advice on how to fry an egg with a perfectly runny yolk?

(11:32) You like runny yolks??? 🤢 (11:33) It's scrambled or nothing for me (11:33) Cant help ya even if I wanted to

[11:35] I just want an egg on my avo toast

Normally Robin fried the eggs for breakfast. Her yolks were always perfect. But unlike Steve, she'd actually scored last night and was still with whoever she'd gone home with last night.

Eddie couldn't help but roll his eyes at the cliche. A guy who jogged and then came back home for some avocado toast with an egg on top? He just had to let his stance be known.

(11:35) Next ur gonna tell me bout your acai smoothie bowl rite? (11:36) Avo toast? Really???

Steve realized how he was coming off and had to quickly amend it.

[11:38] It's not what you think! We only got the avocados to make some guac the other day. There was one left and I wanted to use it before it went bad. And I'm all guac'd out. Hence the toast.

(11:39) At least you didn't use the avocado to make like ice cream or some shit

Finished with his own, normal, regular, average citizen breakfast, Eddie cleared his place and started to actually get ready for the day. His shift went from 2 to 10 tonight, so he needed to prepare for the long haul.

While brushing his teeth, getting dressed, and making something for his lunch later, he and Steve kept up the texts. Through their conversation he found out Steve's favorite ice cream (peanut butter), that he could cook eggs just about any way except sunny side up, and that he lived with a roommate named Robin.

Eddie got to his place of work and in a place like that you need to have some semblance of focus and attention, so he told Steve he had to get to work. He realized he was basically saying 'busy now, text you later?' to a stranger he'd only started talking to last night. Steve was completely in his rights to end the conversation there.

He could've ended it at any time really. What obligation did he have to keep on talking to him?

[2:01] Okay. Talk to you later

Steve stared at the message, already in the middle of agonizing over it when Robin finally came through the door of their apartment.

"Good afternoon. I wanna feel offended that I didn't get any texts or calls asking if I'm okay but I'm gonna choose to think it means you trust me and are a great judge of character."

For the first time in a while, Steve checked the time and actually realized how long it had been.

"Shit, Robs, I'm sorry." It had been over 12 hours and he hadn't checked in on her. All because he'd been texting a random number. "So you had a good time?"

Steve had been sitting on the couch and Robin plopped right down, laying her head in his lap.

"It was magical. Like something out of a movie."

"Aren't you glad I made you go and talk to her?", Steve smiled smug.

Robin smushed his face with her hands with a groan. "Don't look at me like that. You were right, okay? Me and her hit it off like, like uh, one of your sports metaphors."

"Robin you were in a soccer league just last year, stop acting like you don't know sports."

"Anyway, something grand must've kept your attention off me. Things go well with that girl you were talking to?"

"Umm, yeah."

Robin sat up, eyes narrowing. "And you came back here with her? Gross! Steve! Did you do it on the couch?!" She shot up immediately.

"I didn't", Steve rolled his eyes.

It was one of their main rules. No sex in the common areas of the apartment. Steve wasn't gonna tell her about the wrong number given to him. And he especially wasn't going to tell her he kept talking to it. The following lecture would have been unbearable.

"She gave me her number and we've just been texting back and forth."

Robin slowly sat back down on the couch. "Just texting? That's all you did?"

"That's all."

"Wow. You usually move faster than that."

"Well, I want something a little more this time. But enough about my snail pace romance. Let's talk about you and that girl, what was her name?"

He and Robin sat a long while, talking about her night, eventually going out for lunch together too. Not-Misty had said they were at work, but Steve couldn't help himself when he saw that Robin had ordered a burger with avocado on it and Steve had gotten a taco salad that came with, you guessed it, avocado.

[3:14] image.jpeg [314] Okay me and Robin might have a problem. But I swear it's not on purpose!

"Did you just send a picture of our lunch to someone?", Robin asked.

"Yeah to uh, to Misty. We were talking about avocados earlier and I figured she'd get a kick out of it."

Robin smiled through her chewing. She teased but she was glad that her friend had made a connection last night.

Meanwhile, Eddie saw the message, but didn't have a chance to reply, even on his lunch break. Through all the texting, he had forgotten to charge his phone, so it was on the plug and he was leaving it alone for now while he talked to his co-worker, Grant. He went through the rest of his shift, thinking about Steve.

What did he look like? How old was he? Where did he live?

He got off and made his way back home, stopping off somewhere to get dinner. It was a sandwich shop and he honestly contemplated getting avocado on his just to see Steve's reaction but he resisted.

'I can't be that down bad that I'm overthinking food now', he thought to himself.

When he got back home, he turned the tv on and took out his phone to reply to Steve right away.

(10:31) Back at home now (10:32) Work was crazy (10:34) And the 1st step to recovery is admitting u have a problem (10:36) But thru hard work we can get you addicted to a sensible veggie (10:37) Like broccoli

He thought since he kept Steve waiting for so long it might take some time for a reply to come, but his phone pinged almost immediately.

[10:39] First of all, avocado is a fruit. Second, I eat plenty of other vegetables. And third, what happened at work?

(10:41) It may be a fruit but I dont want it in my smoothie (10:42) And some guy came in and started throwing axes at the wall

Sunday evenings were usually more relaxed. It was why Eddie typically didn't work Friday or Saturday nights unless he needed some extra cash or they needed someone on deck.

[10:44] Hold the duck up someone was throwing axes!! [10:44] *duck [10:45] *FUCK

Eddie snickered through his eating and had to take a moment to swallow before something came up. He always enjoyed telling people what he did for a living.

(10:46) Cool your jets man (10:47) I work at an axe throwing range (10:48) The problem with this dude was he didn't have an appointment (10:48) Just came in and started throwing an axe at the wall

[10:50] Are you okay? That sounds dangerous

(10:50) My uncle handled it (10:51) Eventually the dude left

[10:52] Oh wow. Well I'm glad you're okay. Axe throwing tho. What an interesting job for someone of your age? 🤷

Steve was lying in bed and he buried his face into his pillow as he sent it with the shrug emoji. It was so transparent, he knew it. But he needed to have a better idea of who he was talking to. That way when Robin did eventually find out, he'd be able to tell her something, anything.

(10:53) Smooth (10:53) I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours

Eddie knew now was the time to be cautious. But he was also curious as to how much Steve would tell him and just what he wanted to know. He wasn't disappointed.

[10:54] Male, 23, 5'11

It was like the bare minimum of information and yet Eddie was already aggressively tamping down any hope that he might have a chance. Without his permission, hope bubbled up anyway

(10:55) Male, 24 going on 25, also 5'11

Steve stared at the text with the mystery person, mystery man's information. It seemed like so little and yet so much. He still hadn't an idea of what he looked like. But now he could at least get a general silhouette.

(10:56) Ur not one of those guys who lies about his height are you?

[10:57] Robin says my hair gives me two inches but she has no idea what she's talking about.

Eddie was thinking about how Steve must wear his hair. It could be in a sizeable pompadour, or maybe a nice afro. Maybe it was in a bun all the time? That was not what he typed out however.

(10:59) You know what they say (10:59) It's not the size but what u do with it

Okay this was it. This was where Steve stopped texting him. You can't just say that to guys you don't know-ping!

Eddie bit his lip and only had one eye open as he looked at Steve reply, preparing for the worst.

[11:01] Oh I know how to use my inches

Eddie dropped his phone onto the table and had to get up and pace, touch his face, his hair, throwing his hands in the air. Was this flirting? This felt like flirting. He wished he knew for sure. Maybe it was the lack of emoji. Had Steve put a winking face, he'd know for certain. Eddie leaned against his fridge, staring at his phone, sitting innocently on the table.

On the other side, Steve was burying his face into his pillow, pretending he didn't just say that. Would it come off as playful? As flirty? As casual? Should he have sent a wink? The seconds ticked and it felt too late. Like coughing after saying something awkward.

God, he was so desperate. Why was he even still texting? He had work in the morning. He should start preparing for bed so he had any hope of getting up on time. Steve pushed off the bed and went to his closet when he heard the notification sound and instantly returned.

(11:05) Let's get out the measuring tape (11:05) image.jpeg

Steve felt his heart skip a beat. The picture attached was of the very top of mystery man's head. He was holding up a lock of long, curly hair into the air. Steve studied the picture like he was getting paid to do it. He couldn't see any lower than the bangs on his forehead but there was still plenty to see.

The rings on his fingers for one, how his curls went this way and that. Steve quickly saved it and then replied with a similar pose, holding some hair by the fingers as far as it would go above his head.

[11:07] image.jpeg [11:08] I think you have me beat

They texted for about an hour more before Steve finally decided to be an adult and put himself to sleep, bidding mystery man good night.

Part 3

Fun fact, years ago I worked at an axe throwing place and yes, what happened to Eddie did in fact happen to me! On like my first week too I think

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[allisonistrashh]

Taste SJY

request : please do enhypen smut🥺 please please please!!

pairing: friends dad jake! x reader

word count: 5.2k

summary: ever since you met your best friends dad 2 years ago you have been attracted to him when your friend leaves for college you find yourself spending more time with him

warnings: jake has a nasty mouth aged up jake he is 35 and reader is 22, met when reader was 20, jake is your best friends dad, daddy kink, unprotected sex, choking, multiple orgasms, oral fem receiving, name calling, pet names angel princess baby, just nasty honestly, use of slut

A/N: have had this idea in my drafts for a while so i decided to pull it out for this enha request and jake’s bday but thank you so much for your request!

Waking up to the faint sound of an alarm, you roll over to check the time. The clock reads 8:00 am and you shoot up, looking around the room for your best friend. When you look next to you, still seeing your best friend passed out next to you, you reach over shaking her. “Hey come on, we're gonna be late.” Today was the day your best friend would be moving from community college to an out of state college, and you moving into an apartment not that far from where you lived now.

You were 2 years older than her but you had taken a gap year after highschool when your dad passed away and you guys had met at the community college in a gen ed class. You ended up going to different colleges now, her going to one out of state and you staying at the community one. Your school was actually only 5 minutes from her house now, so you were moving into an apartment closer to her house. You were going with her dad to drop her off today, he wanted to leave around 9 and you knew she had a little bit of packing to do still.

“Get up and pack, girl, your dad wants to leave in an hour.” She groans and rolls over, while you get up and start walking downstairs into her kitchen. You had stayed over at her house last night not wanting to be late to go with them to drop her off. When you walk downstairs you see her dad leaning against the island sipping on a cup of coffee. He's wearing a pair of plaid pajama pants with a white almost see through shirt, causing you to start to blush.

Ever since you became friends with her only 2 years ago at 20 years old there was one subject of your wants and wet dreams, Jake Sim, your best friend Mira’s dad. Obviously he didn’t know this about you, so he was constantly initiating the conversations and such with you.

“Good morning y/n, if you’re hungry there still should be some of the cereal you like here, last time I went shopping I bought another box for you.” He says while turning around to open the cabinet to grab the box out of there for you. He turns back around to face you, setting the box on the island you were now standing in front of. “Thank you Mr. Sim.” You say walking over to the bowls and he laughs. “I told you so many times you’re an adult. You can just call me Jake, besides I'm not that much older than you.” You start pouring your cereal laughing back at him,

“I don’t know 13 years is a whole lifetime.” Jake was a teen dad, having Mira at 15 with his now ex-wife after a very stupid teenage mistake. Jake and his ex wife got a divorce when she was 12, Jake getting custody of Mira after, much to Mira’s dismay, having never liked him as much as she liked her Mom.

Now that she was 20 she decided to attend college in the same state as her mom, much to your dismay with her deciding to leave you behind. Her leaving was hard for you, not having many friends other than her, and also only having your mom. Your dad had left you about 4 years ago, and you were still struggling with it. Your mom also worked a lot as she was a nurse, leaving you home alone most of the time. You decided to move a little bit closer to the school, making your commute shorter.

“Oh yeah 13 years is so long.” He rolls his eyes and sits down across from you at the island. “So once we drop Mira off at school and come back I can help you move some of your things into your new apartment.” You nod and put another spoonful of cereal in your mouth. “Thank you again for helping me, my mom has to work double today so I would have been completely alone.” “Of course it’s no problem at all.” You finish your bowl of cereal in silence before putting your dish in the dishwasher and walking back upstairs to check on your friend. She is now fully up and dressed packing up the rest of her makeup.

“You almost done girl?” She nods, turning around. “I just need your help picking something out.” She saw winking and you turned your head at her. She holds up two different pairs of panties and asks “which one do you think has a better chance of helping me get dicked down?” You throw a pair of rolled up socks she left on her desk at her. “Is that all you’re worried about?” You say laughing and she nods, throwing both pairs in her bag. “Yup and if I was you i’d start worrying about that too. You haven’t done anything in so long, you're starting to get jumpy.’

Your mouth falls open as you look at her. “That is not true.” “Yeah ok and the last time you did doesn't count cause he couldn’t even make you cum. You’ve never even been with a guy who could actually make you cum” You go to open your mouth to respond right as the door swings open, revealing Jake. Your face goes red as you realize he probably heard what his daughter had just said.

If he did hear anything he chooses to ignore it, “Ok ladies 10 more minutes and then we have to hit the road ” You both nod and he walks out closing the door behind him. Mira turns back around and continues packing while you take a deep breath, hoping Jake hadn’t heard his daughter talking about your crappy sex life.

You shake the thoughts out of your head, going to get dressed. After about 8 minutes you and her grab the remaining bags in her room and meet her dad downstairs. “Alright let’s head out.” You guys nod as Mira says one last goodbye to her house and you guys hit the road.

The trip is pretty uneventful, only being an hour and 45 minute drive. Jake stops twice, once for food and another for a bathroom break. Pretty soon you guys make it, luckily she lives on the first floor of the door she’s in, all of you guys carrying multiple bags.

While walking through the dorms, you can feel all the stares in your direction, feeling really uncomfortable knowing they;re all at Jake. Once you finally get to her room, you guys leave the door open, much to Mira’s direction and Jake’s protests. You hear the faint “don’t you know how many girls get kidnapped while at college and you’re gonna leave the door open.” You laugh taking a look around the dorms.

You accidentally run into someone while walking down the hallway, immediately apologizing. “Hey don’t worry about it too much. My name is Heeseung. What's yours?” He says sticking out his hand and you reach forward to shake it. “My name Y/n its nice to meet you.” He smiles when you shake his hand.

“Nice to meet you Y/n pretty name for a pretty girl.” You smile and you already feel like you’re gonna start giggling. “Do you go here ?” He questions and you shake your head. “No, I'm dropping off my best friend.” He gives you a disappointed look. “Awe man I would have loved to get to know you better.” You laugh a little bit and apologize.

You’re about to respond when you hear your name called. “Y/n get back here right now.” You turn around to see Jake looking at you from a couple of doors down. You turn back around and say bye to Heeseung.

“Can I get your number real quick?” You nod your head pulling out your phone and handing it to him. While he’s putting his number in you feel someone come up the side of you. “Y/N I said get back to Mira’s room.” Jake says grabbing your arm. “I’m sorry i’m just getting her number and I’ll give her right back dude.” Jake scoffs and once he sees Heeseung hand back your phone, gently pulls you back to his daughters room.

“Didn’t you just hear what I said to Mira? Do you know how many girls go missing at college and you just wander away from me?” You grab his arm and push it off of you once you get back in the room. “I’m fine.” He just groans and sits on Mira’s bed muttering about how you guys are a lost cause.

About an hour later Mira’s room is done, and you guys are ready to head back home. You say goodbye to Mira first, letting her dad have more time with her at the end. “I’m gonna miss you. You’re gonna make all kinds of friends and forget about me.” You pout and she smacks your shoulder.

“I could never.” She pulls you in for another hug and when she lets go of you she says “Make sure to find a guy who can make you cum while i’m gone.” Your eyes go wide and you look over at Jake, whose ears have gone red. Its your turn to smack her and you tell her to “shut the fuck up.” You walk away from her letting Jake say goodbye to her daughter. After about 5 minutes he’s ready to go and your walking back to Jake’s car. You’re sitting in the passenger seat this time, and you’re now hyper aware of how close Jake is sitting to you.

For the rest of the ride home, you and him make small conversation before you arrive back at his house. “Wait here I just need to grab something and then we’ll head to your house to move you into your apartment ok.” You nod and he walks into his house.

You let out a breath that you didn’t know you were holding and sink back into his passenger seat. A few minutes later he comes back and you guys are on the road again. Once you guys arrive at your house, he helps you load his truck up with all the stuff you were bringing with you. “So you need to give me a copy of your key, just in case something happened and your mom was busy. I’m the closest person to you.” You groan and roll your eyes. He whips his head over to you and glares at you. “Fine don’t give me one see if I care.” “I just don’t understand why your all the sudden so worried about me?” “ I always worry about you Y/n.” You choose to ignore those words and look out the window.

You finally arrive at your apartment and you live on the second floor, so taking everything up took a couple of trips. After about 6 trips you and Jake had managed to get everything up to your apartment, since you were exhausted you decided to take a break and sit down on the small couch you and jake had been able to get into your apartment. Jake decides to walk around a little bit looking at some of the hardware and appliances. When he is done on his tour he decides to plop down next to you.

“You’re not forgetting anything are you?” You shake your head and reassure him. “I’m like 99% sure I have everything.” He nods his head and his eyes roam around the living room. “Everything appliance wise seems good, nothing looks broken or anything.” You nod and thank him again. “Anytime like I said if you need anything just let me know.” You give him a small smile and reach over to give him a hug. “Thanks again Mr. Sim.” He stands up from the couch and grabs his keys, walking to the front door. “Mr. Sim?” He turns back around to look at you. “Yeah what’s up?” “Thank you again I really appreciate you helping me.” “Anytime i’m serious.” He closes the door behind him and you relax back on the couch.

Its taken you a few days to settle in, finally decorating stuff to your liking but you finally feel somewhat comfortable. That is until your 5th night there you hear a knock at your door, looking out the peephole to see a strange man standing in front of your door. You immediately start to feel your heart beat a little faster and you double check that the door is locked. You step back from the door when you hear him start knocking harder and you feel yourself panic.

He starts to shake the handle trying to get in and you run to your phone. You don’t know what comes over you but you decide to call Jake, hoping he is at home, being the closest person to you. After about 4 rings, he picks up.

“Y/n are you ok whats up?” You try to steady your breathing “I think some guy is trying to break into my apartment and I don’t know what to do.” You hear the man trying to open the door some more, and from the way you can hear Jake rustling around on the phone, you can imagine he can hear him too.

“Y/n i’m on my way right now, go into the kitchen. I will be right there ok?” You try to breathe and you tell him ok. He hangs up the phone and you here the man outside your door continue to pound on the door. You’re trying to steady your breathing when you hear the man stop knocking. You hear muffled voices from behind the door, but you don’t try to listen.

“Y/n?” You can make out the voice and you realize that it’s Jake’s. You stand up from the ground you were sitting on and start walking towards the door. You look out the peephole again to see Jake standing outside your door.

You let out a sigh of relief and unlock the door to let him in. He immediately walks in the door and he shuts and locks the door behind him. Seeing the tears running down your cheeks he pulls you into a hug. “Hey you’re ok i’m here now.”

You feel yourself start to cry harder at his words and push your face into his chest. You stand there for a minute letting him rub your back before you pull away from his embrace. Taking in his appearance, you realize that you probably bothered him while he was getting ready for bed.

“I’m sorry Jake, you were probably getting ready for bed.” He immediately shakes his head and looks at the time. “It’s ok Y/n its only 10:30, i’m only 35 it's not my bedtime yet.” You laugh at his words and shake your head. “Have you eaten yet?” You look into the kitchen realizing that the ramen you were trying to make about 3 hours ago remains untouched and uncooked. You shake your head and he sighs. He pulls your arm into your kitchen and tells you to sit down by your island. You have watched Jake make food multiple time in your life, like probably hundreds of times, but nothing will ever top this.

Here he is in a black loose fit shirt, with grey sweats and glasses making you dinner. “Do you have another pack?” You nod and point to the cabinet next to him, he pulls another pack out and adds that to the pot. “You didn’t have to make my food Jake.” He nods and says “I know”. That night you guys sit and talk about new things in life while eating your food.

A routine is formed after that night, Jake often coming over to your house to eat dinner with you. After spending all this time with him you realized something, the only thing keeping him from being lonely was Mira. Once she left for college Jake realized how boring his life actually was. You also finally realized how lonely you were, Mira really being your only friend aside from your 2 other ones, after your break up with your boyfriend about 2 years ago.

Jake was also very good company, honestly he just talked to you like a friend which was comforting compared to your other friends parents. Which made it easy for you to fall for him even more, ever since you have started hanging out with him more. There is just something so attractive about him that gets amplified when you’re alone with him.

Walking out from your kitchen with a bowl of popcorn you go and plop down next to Jake on the couch. “What movie do you want to watch?” You ask him and he shrugs. “I’m not sure of anything that interests you?” He asks while scrolling through his netflix account he now lets you use. You shake your head. You eventually decide on a random movie Jake claims is really good.

About halfway through the movie you find yourself getting bored of it, while Jake is still really into it. You take this opportunity to catch glimpses of his side profile. The fact that he is still single is really surprising to you. Jake turns his head looking at you with a confused look on his face. “Do I look weird or something?” Your eyes widen and you shake your head. “No no i’m sorry I just got distracted.” He laughs and turns his attention back to the tv.

By the time you turn your attention back to the tv, there is a pretty steamy scene on the tv. Your eyes widen watching the 2 actors and you look at Jake out of your peripherals. He is leaned back against the back of the couch with his hand gripping the side of the couch. Seeing him like that has your thighs squeezing together and clearing your throat. Jake turns and looks at you grabbing the remote, pausing the movie.

“I’m sorry Y/n did that make you uncomfortable. I'm sorry.” You shake your head and whisper out and “i’m fine”. He continues staring at you and you loom down at your lap. “Y/n?” You look back up at him and he is staring very intensely at you. “Are you okay?” You shake your head again and he sighs. “You can talk to me whats wrong?” “Nothing I swear Jake just turn the movie back on.” He shakes his head and clicks his tongue at you. He scoots closer to you and you feel your heartbeat get faster.

He puts his hand on the top of your knee, goosebumps shoot up on your whole body. “I need you to be honest with me Y/n, I think I know what you need but I need to hear you say it.” You look up at him feeling nervous. “Jake pleas-” “please what y/n?” Suddenly you feel a rush of confidence come over you and say “touch me.” You feel yourself being pulled up onto his lap, looking down at him. “You’re 100% sure?” You nod and he smiles.

You lean down connecting your lips with him. Your not sure what came over you but you immediately tangle your hands in his hair and grind down against him. Jake moves his hands down to your butt, grabbing you to grind down harder against him.

You whimper against his lips and he bucks his hips up into yours. Your lips separate for the first time and you and him are both panting looking at eachother. “Come on baby lets go to your room you deserved to be fucked in a bed.” You giggle as you stand up and follow him to your room. Once you make it to your room you sit down on your bed waiting for Jake to shut the door.

“Lay down for me?” You nod and position yourself so you’re lying comfortably on your bed. He walks towards your bed and you start to get extremely nervous. He seems to pick up on this “Are you sure you’re ok with this?” You nod eagerly “Yeah i’m just a little nervous”. You admit and he sits down next to you on the bed. “Don’t be nervous baby I’ve got you okay?”

You nod again and he smiles a little bit “Good girl”. He says and you feel your stomach tighten over it and he lays on top of you bringing his lips back down onto yours. You bring your hands back up to grab his hair and his hands go down to rest next to your head, holding himself up. You can’t even begin to describe the feeling of his lips on yours, having dreamt about him for years.

The way he kisses feels so dominant, his soft pillowy lips overtaking yours, his heavy body pressing yours into the bed. You remove your fingers from his hair, bringing your hands down to grip his waist, and he groans into your mouth.

“God Y/n you’re driving me crazy”. He says and you feel yourself grow more wet at the sight of him. He’s looking into your eyes, they’re darker than normal and slightly narrowed down at you, his lips puffy and red, with his hair slightly tousled. “Jake”. You whine out with the intensity he’s looking at you, feeling yourself slowly start to go a little stupid. “What baby tell me what you need”.

“Please Jake touch me”. You stutter out as he starts leaving kisses down your neck, stopping every so often to suck a mark onto your neck. He suddenly sits up and grabs the hem of his shirt pulling it over his head. You’ve never caught him shirtless before but god you’re glad you haven’t so you can properly appreciate it.

You honestly always knew Jake was hot but man did he exceed your expectations. You reach out to run your hand down his chest before he suddenly grabs your wrist. “Your turn”. He says grabbing the hem of your shirt before suddenly pulling it over your head. He moves his head back down to start kissing around your waist, leaving kisses down it before he reaches the waistband of your shorts.

He hooks his fingers into your waistband pulling your shorts down leaving you just in your panties. “Wow you’re so gorgeous”. He says while opening your legs and placing a kiss on your panty covered core.

You shiver at the contact and he reaches up to the waistband of your panties, pulling them down your legs. “Jake please”. He laughs a little bit before saying “Don’t worry baby I won’t tease you, I’ll take care of you”. He repositions himself to be kneeling on your floor head level with your core. He grabs your hips pulling you to the end of the bed before licking a strip up your core.

It has been so long since the last time you have had sex, so you already feel so wound up. You guess that this was the perks of getting with an older guy, he definitely knew what he was doing. You pretty much feel him everywhere he’s got his whole mouth on you, using his tongue to flick your clit. So overwhelmed you reach your hand down to grip his hair, accidentally yanking it in the process.

Much to your surprise he moans right into your pussy, causing you to throw your head back against the bed. “Pull my hair again baby”. He basically moans out and you don’t think twice before pulling again. When he moans against you again you swear that you could cum right there. “God Jake I’m gonna cum,” you exclaim and that seems to spur him on even more. Bringing one of his hands towards you he breaks away for a second, spitting on your core, before sticking one of his fingers inside you.

You feel your back start to arch off the bed and he doesn’t hesitate to shove another finger inside of you. “I’m cumming,” you cry out feeling your orgasm take over you, shaking while riding it out. When Jake pulls away he looks almost worse than you.

Hair a mess, eyes blown out and mouth glistening with your release, it makes you open your legs again out of impulse. His eyebrow raises up at this smirking before saying “Oh? You want me again angel. Need my mouth on you again?” Before you can even say anything he leans down to start again. “Oh fuck Jake!” You squeeze your eyes shut, your back arching off the bed. “Take it baby you’re gonna need to be ready to take my cock”

You already feel your 2nd orgasm approaching, still being sensitive from your last one. You start to feel yourself going genuinely dumb and that is the excuse you’re gonna use for the next thing coming out of your mouth. “Daddy please”. As soon as the words come out of your mouth your eyes shoot open looking down to see his reaction. You feel the warmth of his mouth leave you and you immediately start to apologize.

“Jake I'm so sorry I don’t know why I said that I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable”. He lets out a little laugh before undoing his belt. “Oh angel you have no idea, I need to be inside you right now”. He slides his pants along with his underwear and when you see the size of his cock you gulp.

He’s genuinely one of the if not the biggest you’ve ever seen and you think if you were in a cartoon your eyes would have become little hearts. “Like what you see, angel?” You nod and he clicks his tongue. “Now baby why don’t you beg daddy to fuck your little hole with his big cock”.

“Please daddy need you to fuck me!” You cry out and he seems to take mercy on you. “Normally I wouldn’t give in that easy angel but god I need to fuck you. Daddy will train you up for him another day. Do I need a condom angel?” You rapidly shake your head no, “I’m on birth control”. He walks back over to the bed speaking again “Flip over on your tummy princess”. You move on your shaky hands to flip yourself over.

You feel him move behind you grabbing your hips pulling you up and back so you’re right on the edge of the bed. “You ready for me baby? I’m gonna fuck you so good gonna ruin you for anyone else”. You feel your arms start to shake more, this time with anticipation. “God please fuck me!”

You feel him rub the tip of his cock up and down your lips before pressing into your entrance. You feel like all the air is ripped from your lungs gasping out as you feel his fat cock split your hole open. “Holy shit!” You whine out as he finally bottoms out, filling you so much you swear you feel him in your stomach. “Yeah angel you feel how well you take me? My thick cock splitting your little pussy open. Fuck you’re squeezing my cock so well”. He stays buried all the way in you before pulling his hips back slamming his cock into you.

The force behind his thrust sends you forward on the bed, falling forwards, your arms too weak to hold yourself up. “That’s right angel take it, take my cock. Fuck you’re so wet your dripping onto the bed baby. I made you that wet?”. You frantically shake your head yes “God yes Jake you make me so wet! Wanted you for so long!”. He continues using his strength to send you flying forward with every thrust before speaking again.

“Yeah you think of me? Every time you fucked one of those college boys, were you thinking of me. Those boys don’t even know how to treat you, how to fuck you right, they couldn’t handle a pussy like yours. Daddy’s got you now baby and he’s gonna fuck you so good your hole is never gonna be able to take any cock but mine again. Your pussy is gonna be molded to the shape of me by the time I'm done with you”.

By the time he finishes his sentence he’s got your stomach pressed against the bed with one of his big hands against the small of your back, leaning over you whispering in your ear. You genuinely think you’re drooling, barely able to keep your mouth closed, your head going completely limp, your eyes looking down at the comforter on your bed.

“That’s a good little slut just take me just like that. I can feel you tightening against me, you gonna cum soon? Cum all over daddy’s cock?” You barely even register the words coming out of his mouth, barely able to think about anything but his cock. You feel a hand grip the back of your head, pulling it up to place your back flush against his chest. His other hand reaches up to wrap around your throat, squeezing the sides of your throat, adding more to the haze you’re already feeling.

“Don’t tell me i’ve fucked you that dumb already angel. So stupid on my cock that you can’t even answer me? I asked you, “Are you gonna cum?”. Mustering up the rest of your energy you clear your dry throat “Please daddy i’m gonna cum! Please let me cum.”

He chuckles a little bit before pushing your torso forward on the bed again, letting you fall against the bed. “Go ahead angel cum all over my cock”. You feel your whole body go limp just letting him use you while riding out your orgasm. “God angel I'm gonna cum”. You can barely even hear him too tired after your orgasm but you whisper out a please. Soon after you feel him cum inside of you, pumping you full.

You feel him pull out of you and you feel his hands pull you softly onto your back to lay on the bed. You feel the bed move and you hear some shuffling before you feel the bed dip again. You feel something cold against your core and you look down to see Jake wiping you down with a wipe. He wipes himself off as well before throwing the wipe in the garbage can next to your bed. He brings you closer to him, laying you on his chest you feel his chest rumble as he starts to speak.

“You okay angel?” With your hoarse throat you’re able to answer him. “Yeah Jake i’m ok”. He lets out a sigh of relief before pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Sorry if I was too rough”. You giggle a little bit craning your neck to look up at him before saying “It’s ok honestly I really enjoyed that”. He smiles down at you before responding with “Yeah I really enjoyed that too”.

“God what am I gonna do?” He asks rubbing his eyes with the palms of his hands and you speak confused. “What do you mean?” He removes his hands from his eyes and looks down at you. “Now that i’ve had you i am not gonna be able to let you go”. You smile up at him before responding with “Well you won’t have to because i’m not letting you go either”.

[samkerrworshipper]

heyyy guys

had heaps of reqs for some daddy lucy smut and i haven’t been able to finish any of it lol so i thought i’d give you all a little blurb/sneak peek so enjoy! if y’all like this i’d be willing to finish it just lmk !

spanking & implied smut warning minors dni

daddy?… sorry

lucy bronze x reader

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“Can you remind me how we have found ourselves in this position?”

You decided to punish me? Were the words running through my head, but I didn’t have anywhere near enough nerve to vocalise those thoughts, not considering the position I was already in.

“I broke your rules.”

I flinched as another slap came down on my ass, 11, 12, 13, 14. I tried my best not to move, not to make any noise, knowing that it would only make things worse for me.

“Our rules, and what rule would that be?”

Her words were punctuated with another set of spanks, this time falling what felt like a centimetre below the previous one, 15, 16, 17. This time I let out a little bit of a cry, bucking slightly in my position, trying to find some kind of release from the pain that was being administered to me, Lucy’s arm held my hips steady though, her hold hard enough to tell me that my movement was not permitted.

“I put myself in danger on the field and I put someone else in danger.”

In my defence, I hadn’t really meant to slide tackle the girl so aggressively, I think I’d hurt myself more in the process then she had. We’d both been running full speed down the field and one second we were running and then the next I was throwing my feet out in front of her and we were colliding. Lucy slapped her palm down against my ass another three times, earning a groan from me and the feeling of tears prickling at the edges of my eyes.

“Hm, why?”

I took a deep breath as another set of spanks fell down across my ass. 18, 19, 20, 21, 22. I felt the tears start to leak down my face, dripping down and onto the carpet below me.

“I thought she was going to shoot for goal, I had to stop her.”

My words were followed up very quickly with another set of slaps that echoed across the walls of our bedroom, making a cacophonous noise rebounding back at us. I could hear the sound of Lucy’s hand connecting with my ass, and it hurt, it hurt like a bitch.

“So you made the choice to put both you and her in danger because she decided she was going to shoot for goal?”

23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28. I let out a sob as Lucy’s hand continued to slap down against my skin, the mixture of the burning sensation and stinging starting to get to me. She left just enough time between the spanks for me to feel the sting but not enough time that it started to mellow out.

“I didn’t think that it was going to be that bad.”

I knew my words would fall on deaf ears, she wouldn’t have been punishing me if she thought that I hadn’t intended to cause some harm in the process of my actions.

“A red card and the girl getting stretchered off is pretty bad if you ask me.”

The red card was probably the worst part, especially considering that we’d been down by a point when I’d been sent off the pitch, leaving us with ten players to scrap to get a goal.

“I didn’t mean for her to get hurt.”

29, 30, 31, 32.

“What did you mean to do then? Because you can’t tell me that when you were flinging yourself at her knees and decking her that you didn’t understand the possibility of you or her getting injured. Explain to me what rule number 7 is?”

Tears and snot were basically free flowing down my face at this stage.

“To never put myself in a position where I could harm myself.”

Each word that left my mouth was punctuated by a slap. 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38, 39, 40, 41, 42, 43, 44.

“And how did you act today?”

45, 46, 47, 48.

Each slap drew a sob from my chest, loud sobs that I was completely unapologetic for producing. Lucy wasn’t holding back whatsoever, not that I expected her to, she never took it easy on me.

“In a way that could have harmed me.”

49, 50.

“Not just in a way that could harm you, but also in a way that could harm another person. You could have easily broken one of her legs or knees, or concussed her, the possibilities of what you could have done are endless. Maybe you didn’t mean to hurt her, but you still did. When this happens in the future we are going to find ourselves back here, is that understood?”

I nodded quickly, the tears and snot still dripping down my face without stopping.

“Y-yes, daddy.”

[leqonsluv3r]

ask/prompt game

in my asks, request a number and i’ll write a prompt about it. give the specific leon kennedy you want (or if you don’t have a preference)!! totally up to you guys <33

completed ones listed here !!

i will cross out the prompts that have been requested/used below :)) i did a mix of smut, fluff, and some angst. just to give you guys some options. i will write a drabble or a oneshot (again, whichever you guys request) based on the prompt you choose.

prompt creds: (1-50) — @animupiglett

(51-85) — @alwayskaysanova

(85-100) — mine

1. "i love it when you moan my name.”

2. "i want you now.”

3. "please don't stop.”

4. "open your mouth.”

5. "spend the night with me.”

6. "just a little harder.”

7. “i wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it.”

8. “don't give me that look.”

9. "make me.”

10. "i promise I'll be good.”

11. "be a good girl and spread your legs.”

12. "you can get louder can't you?”

13. “do you like that?”

14. “just shut up and fuck me.”

15. “stay quiet.”

16. “you need a place to stay for the night?”

17. “don’t be gentle.”

18. “i just want to please you.”

19. “i told you to stay still.”

20. “i’ve never done this before.”

21. “i love the way you look with my fingers inside you.”

22. "there is no way anyone is that innocent.”

23. "don't worry i'll take of you.”

24. "these walls are pretty thick which means you and i can be as loud as we want.”

25. "bed. now.”

26. "we're in public you know?”

27. "if you interrupt me one more time— so help me god.”

28. "you're more than just a one night stand.”

29. “did you touch yourself while i was gone?”

30. "the only way you're getting off is on my thigh.”

31. "i haven't even touched you and you're already wet.”

32. “you taste like fucking candy.”

33. "you're so fucking hot when you're mad.”

34. "i don't know what to do" "then let me teach you.”

35. "are these handcuffs?”

36. "why so shy?"

37. "we've been at it like rabbits and you're still horny.”

38. “show me.”

39. “use your mouth.”

40. “what are you going to do about it?”

41. “bend over and spread your legs.”

42. “you feel amazing.”

43. “i want you to touch yourself.”

44. “i’ve been thinking about this all day.”

45. “friends don’t do this kind of shit.”

46. "I'm going to fuck your so hard you're going to forget that guys name.”

47. "no, i'm supposed to make you feel good.”

48. "y-you're not... w-wearing anything under that are you?”

49. “you wanna have sex with me?”

50. "i really want to kiss you right now.”

51. "What the hell are you wearing?"

52. "I don't hate you. I could never hate you. That's the problem.”

53. "I can't stand the thought of losing you."

54. "Of all the people I could've gotten stuck in an elevator with and it just had to be you."

55. "I wish you could see yourself the way I see you."

56. "I love you. I'm completely and utterly in love with you. Please don't get married."

57. "It's only one night, we'll just share the bed."

58. "Our first date is a picnic on a beach under the stars? Have you swallowed a romance novel? Do I need to call a doctor?"

59. "Stop running from this. I know I'm not the only one who feels it."

60. "Kiss me, quick!"

61. "Why the hell are you bleeding!?"

62. "I'd die for you. Of course, l'd haunt you in the afterlife but really, it's the thought that counts."

63. "You're so beautiful."

64. "Teach me to fight."

65. "We shouldn't be doing this."

66. "You were never just my friend."

67. "I can't do this anymore."

68. "I tried, but I just can't stay away from you anymore."

69. "I bet I can make you scream my name."

70. "That's the third time I've saved your life!"

71. "How can you think I'm anything but hopelessly in love with you?"

72. "I will never apologize for saving your life, even if it costs me my own."

73. "There's no going back if we do this."

74. "What do you want me to say?"

75. "I never thought you'd hurt me but I was wrong. You hurt me the most."

76. "I want you and I know you want me too."

77. "I can't watch you with someone else. It's tearing me apart."

78. “I’m dying.”

79. "Don't panic but I think we might have accidentally gotten married..."

80. "I want you and I know you want me too."

81. “I can’t watch you with someone else. It’s tearing me apart.”

82. "I'm not leaving you!"

83. "Tell me to go and I will, but if you ask me to stay l'll never leave you again."

84. "Are you ticklish?"

85. "I will knock you on your ass if you even think about it."

86. “did you really have to be that honest?”

87. “of course it meant something!”

88. “i gave you everything i had.”

89. “can we do it again?”

90. “you just can’t help yourself, can you?”

91. “go ahead. touch it.”

92. “i’m not jealous of them!”

93. “the center of your attention is a very bad place to be.”

94. “i’ll admit, i’m very possessive.”

95. “you kissed me first.” “i definitely didn’t.”

96. “you mean more to me than anyone else, you know that.”

97. “i’d spoil you rotten if i had the chance.”

98. “come here, i’ll keep you warm.”

99. “pretend to date me? please?”

100. a quote of your choice <3

[malleleothreesome]

TWST characters in 2023 Yumejoshi Poll results (Fellow Honest dominates)

For those unaware, Yumejoshi is the term for self shipping with canon characters. Every year, it seems note.com does a poll where Yumejoshi Japanese women vote for their favorite characters that year.

Out of the 100 available slots on the list, 7 TWST characters made it. To summarize this year's results compared to previous: Trey Clover stays winning (he and Idia are the only ones to make the list every year—apparently Japanese women love how normal Trey is), Fellow Honest has pickpocketed the hearts of every TWST fan, Malleus has overblotted his way back onto the list, and Azul & the Tweels have fallen from grace?!

(Keep scrolling if you'd like to read the official commentary accompanying each character.)

2023 TWST characters rankings:

#39 Fellow Honest #41 Ace Trappola #44 Trey Clover #50 Rollo Flamme #57 Leona Kingscholar #76 Idia Shroud #89 Malleus Draconia 2023 article link

Previous years for comparison:

2022: #49 Azul Ashengrotto #52 Trey Clover #69 Rollo Flamme #70 Jade Leech #71 Idia Shroud #74 Ruggie Bucchi #75 Floyd Leech #96 Jack Howl 2022 article link

2021: #12 Azul Ashengrotto #14 Trey Clover #15 Floyd Leech #25 Jade Leech #39 Ace Trappola #41 Leona Kingscholar #43 Jamil Viper #44 Idia Shroud #60 Ruggie Bucchi #76 Deuce Spade #92 Jack Howl 2021 article link

2020 (TWST's Launch Year): #8 Azul Ashengrotto #9 Leona Kingscholar #10 Floyd Leech #12 Jade Leech #17 Trey Clover #19 Jamil Viper #24 Malleus Draconia #35 Ace Trappola #38 Deuce Spade #42 Idia Shroud #71 Jack Howl #99 Riddle Rosehearts #100 Rook Hunt 2020 article link

Each character on the list is accompanied by some commentary from their voters. I do not speak Japanese and I'm using a translator, so please take this with a grain of salt.

Fellow Honest:

"In 2023, when I thought things were going to end peacefully, a cute and cuddly guy suddenly appeared. I want to make him happy." [Playful Land Spoilers] "He is the most popular character in TWST today. He played the role of a villain who opposed the protagonist's side in this year's Halloween event, and after successfully defeating the entire protagonist's side, he lost his temper with his shitty boss, made a truce with the protagonist's side, and happily destroyed his own workplace with the protagonists and disappeared. Thanks to this, many Tweets were posted praising him for 'doing what no one else could do.' We are waiting with baited breath for next year's implementation!" "Honest John is my favorite Disney character, and when he was materialized into TWST, he became handsome and sultry. When I found out he was voiced by Sugita, I already knew I liked him. I will feed you. (Erica's translation note: lol)"

Ace:

"He is a typical high school boy who is smart and intelligent but still immature. He can get too carried away and he can be slow, but he is a kind boy with a good eye for those around him and a good head on his shoulders. There is only room for growth. When talking about love, he may have fights with the person he loves, but he has the manliness to apologize." [His second quote is too complex for me to properly translate]

Trey:

"Is there a normal man like you?" "What a normal guy like you!!!!" "If there is a normal guy like you in the championship, I think he should be inducted into the Hall of Fame."

Rollo:

"'Can you hear the bell?' I can. The sound of wedding bells..." "Even though you're not an NRC student, you're the No. 1 king of sexual deviancy. You're a clean freak, you're a nervous person, and you decide exactly what you're having for lunch every day, but you know that if you don't make a decision, you'll be driven by desire. He's already the best when it comes to his voice actor, Hiroshi Kamiya, and last year's Glorious Masquerade showed a glimpse of how he can drive Yumijoshi girls crazy! This year, we went crazy for his SSR card and personal story! Rollo, you fell into a swamp that you can never get out of! I like the way he puts a handkerchief to his mouth and the way he taps his fingers when he crosses his arms in the Live2D portrait, his nervousness is brought to the forefront, and I like that. It's really interesting to see how nervous the NRC students are, or rather how Rolo's pace is disturbed. I never get tired of watching it. Both The Hunchback of Notre Dame and Judge Frollo, which are the original homages, are full of charm, so I want everyone who loves Rollo to see them!!"

Leona:

"You may not be the king of your country, but you are my king. I will make you happy, I will show you, just wait and see" (Erica's translation note: relatable af) [I have no idea what they're trying to say here so I can't translate it. Something about a swamp??] "The way he looks like an easy-going, self-satisfied guy and is all sulky, is honestly a swamp." (Erica's translation note: Swamp obviously means something to these Japanese women and I'm just not in on it. Comment if you know lol) "Contrary to his appearance, he is more of a gentleman than I imagined."

Idia:

"I'm seriously in love with him, I want him to be spoiled to the limit." "I've been shipping with him for four years now, and my love for him grows each year. He is endlessly loving, wise, and clumsy. He has a bad mouth and attitude, but the only time Mr. Idia gets angry is when someone he cares about does something that makes him sad. He tends to just complain and go through with his attacks on himself, so I will be angry with him instead. I love you! The big Yumejoshi news this year was that I got to meet Idia's parents. His mom is too cute..." "He showed me in front of everyone the kind of man he is when he wants to do something, and I felt both proud and wanting to have him all to myself forever. But, I also like his no-good side. ♡ Keep up the good work, handsome ♡"

Malleus:

"His age has been kept under wraps until now, but it was finally revealed that he is 178 years old. A dragon is said to be a chick at 200, a youngster at 500, and a full-fledged man at 1,000 (according to Lilia). In other words, at 178 years old, he is a baby (an exaggeration). He made a friend at school, and that friend is me, the prefect. I will love him forever, won't I? It seems he wants me to sleep sleep for the rest of my life, though. He said something like, 'If you give yourself over to sleep, a thousand years will pass in the blink of an eye,' but he is only 178 years old. He's cute." "I couldn't help but wonder if he was lonely after learning about his past." "A big wall has been built between Tsunotaro and I since chapter 7 started, but I'm okay with it. After everything is over, Malleus and I will eat ice cream together in Ramshackle dorm."

[famwhy]

Midnight Gardenias

Tangerine X Reader

Word Count: 3,439

Warnings: cussing, blood, little bit of gore (not too much detail), alcohol

This fic was inspired by the amazing @aeaean--bliss and their fic maybe. Please go check it out if you haven't already - it's a really good read, I promise 🙏

Weeks.

It had been weeks since he last texted. Weeks since he asked where you were. Weeks since you've had any form of contact with him.

Stupid. That's what it was. All of it. It was all so stupid.

Sure, you did kind of tell him to leave but that didn't mean you wanted him to leave your life. Granted, he wasn't a mind-reader but still. He should've used common sense to gauge as much.

Now that he was gone, ironically enough, you were just constantly being tortured with thoughts of him, him, him. Just him.

When you went to the ice cream parlour the other day, a man behind the counter had a tash and you couldn't help but think that Tan's was a hundred times better. Similarly, when you heard a hint of a British accent that sounded more Northern, you compared it to the Brit you knew's accent - quite obviously preferring it over the random man. 

Hell, you couldn't even watch a West Ham game without thinking of him and his stupid socks with the logo printed onto them. West Ham was supposed to be your favourite football team, not something that reminded you of him!

And it was so dumb - it was just so dumb - that you were probably the only one suffering; that your feelings were probably left unreciprocated. It hurt so much. It felt like a giant claw ripped through your flesh to grab at your heart and dig its sharp teeth into it, all-the-while Tan stood there, watching with a scoff of derision, mocking you for falling in love with him like the little shit he was.

Frustration couldn't even begin to describe what you felt towards your whole situation. 

"Dammit, what was I gonna do again?"

Ah, that's right, you were about to watch The Mandalorian.

God, you wished you had a man like Mando. A caring guy who was sort of stand-offish but not to a degree where he was a complete jerk; more so to the perfect degree of optimum mysterious-ness any girl would want in a guy. And the fact that he was a good dad added like, a hundred more attractive points to his list of desirable traits.

But nooo, you just had to get a guy who was so in over his head with every action he did, it was atrocious.

A continuous 'beep!' coming from your fridge had your foggy eyes clear up and scan through the open capsule for what you originally wished to source out. Unfortunately, it was almost completely empty. How wonderful.

"When will life ever go my way?"

With a swing of your arm, you slammed the door shut.

Now, you wished you could say that you saw it coming and were able to move out of the way just in time but— that would just be a lie. It had all happened way too fast.

The wobbling of the fridge as the door shut; the container at the top abruptly being thrown off balance; and the sharp spike of pain that erupted from the top of your scalp.

"Argh! Shit!"

That hurt like a bitch.

As your hand slowly rose up to rub against your poor head, a small 'ding!' came from your phone.

Seemed as though something wanted your attention.

Jerk r u home rn? 12:35 p.m.

What's this? Did someone decide they were suddenly on speaking terms with you again?

The thought had you rolling your eyes.

Jerk Y/N, i don't have time for games 12:37 p.m.

Ha, this was coming from the same guy who just loved to play games with your mind when it came to his feelings.

Just who the hell did he think he was? Going AWOL on you for a couple of weeks just to hit you up with a text at twelve-thirty in the night asking if you were home; as though he didn't just torture you with thoughts on whether or not you messed everything up and caused him to leave you for good; as though he wasn't causing you to lose your fucking mind trying to decipher what the fuck he meant whenever he parted his lips to say something just to not say anything at all; as though he wasn't the only thing on your mind since you first met all that time ago.

Ridiculous. His audacity was utterly ridiculous.

Well... from the looks of things, it seemed like he wasn't going to send another text.

Good riddance.

Him and his pride could go fuck themselves.

Jerk love, please, i need you 12:41 p.m.

He left you alone for weeks without any form of contact, weeks without any sort of apology.

He stepped all over you like a fucking doormat; left your body aching from head-to-toe from the constant rejection; had your eyes bulging out from how desperately you didn't want to give him your tears.

You should hate him.

So then, why...?

...why was it that you found your fingers gliding across the screen as soon as you registered that last text in your head?

He needed you.

He'd never said that before.

Maybe...

Maybe you could—?

You yh, i'm home 12:41 p.m.

No response, just a simple 'read' underneath - of course. Why did you even let yourself hope for anything more?

No sort of elaboration, nothing. Just left you in the dark with no explanation whatsoever for why he asked that question.

Weeks of not talking or contacting you at all and then he just hit you with that. He was probably on his way to freeload off of you right now.

Pathetic. Not just him, but you too. How could you let him bounce off of you like that? He was a fucking leech and you just let him drain you dry.

You almost didn't notice when there was a knock at your door - whoever it was could wait—

—except, no, apparently they couldn't - for, not long after, the knocks turned into several slams done in rapid succession. Those, paired with the migraine you were starting to get for trying to decipher the indecipherable, made for a killer ache inside your head; one that was really starting to grind your gears.

The knocking continued.

"Fucking— I'm coming, alright?!"

You grumbled under your breath, bitter feelings for the man you loved seeping into your current mood; ready to be unfairly unleashed onto the poor individual stood at your door.

"What the fuck do you...?" You trailed off, one hand against the handle of your now-open door, one hand losing its grip on your hip to flop by your side as you gazed on in astonishment.

There, stood before you, was Tangerine. Though, that wasn't what surprised you.

No, instead, what surprised you was the darker patch of blue on his waistcoat and the crimson seeping through his white undershirt, staining it and causing it to look grossly soggy. 

He was hurt.

"Holy shit! You're bleeding."

"Is that so? I didn't fucking notice."

He hissed the sentence out, venom coating his tongue and frustration written clear on his visage - directed straight at you as though you were the one in the wrong here. The fucking audacity.

You parted open your mouth, ready to yell at him through unfiltered lips; burning with bottled up rage that was ready to spill over like a witch's wicked brew in a cauldron when— 

"Argh! Fuck me!"

His knees started to buckle and his legs nearly gave out as he winced, buckling over with both muscular arms wrapping around his gut. The sight was foreign to your eyes. You had never seen him so weak.

"Holy shit," you cussed again, moving to aid him back up.

Of course, him being the stubborn little shit he was, he damn near pushed you away as soon as you offered up help. Luckily, he lost too much blood for the push to actually do anything. 

...was it appropriate to call that lucky?

While you would have loved to ponder your fucked up morality further, the sticky substance that soaked through your fingertips seemed to call for your attention with a higher priority.

"Holy shit—" the cold substance ran down your arm, "—what the fuck? I should call the ambulance at least."

"No."

His voice was stern and abrupt; callous and uncaring. His brows had furrowed so deeply and his expression became near-deadly. He had never looked at you with such animosity before. It caused a pang of pain to shoot through your heart.

Just how much did you not know about this man?

"Argh! Fuckin' 'ell!"

He winced, eyes screwing shut and expression loosening up into one you would describe as more vulnerable than before.

Vulnerable was something you were around him, not the other way around. It felt strange. It felt wrong.

"You gonna let me in or have me fuckin' bleed out 'ere, love?"

"Shit."

Similarly to how he aided you back when you last saw each other - you looped one of his arms around your neck, the cold metal of his rings sending familiar, pleasant shivers down your spine, and helped carry him inside by shifting a majority of his weight onto you. It was almost a little funny how the role reversal came into play. If you were delusional, you might have even called it fate.

Lucky you weren't delusional.

"Jesus-fuckin'-christ," he cussed, anger as prevalent as ever while you slowly laid him down on the soft, plush couch, "can't believe that fucking bastard got me."

The blood was still seeping through his wound, not quite gushing out but certainly leaving an impression on your poor couch.

The wound was huge and utterly ugly. For a moment, you wondered what it would feel like if you had obtained it.

Your heartbeat picked up its pace. Perhaps you shouldn't have imagined that.

"What the fuck? What the fuck?!"

His pained expression wasn't making things any better— just what on Earth did he get himself into?!

"Holy shit! I should call Lemon at least, right?!"

"He's busy."

"He's busy?!" You stared at him, utterly bewildered, "what on earth could he be doing that stops him from helping out his injured brother?!"

He didn't respond, only choosing to grunt as he shifted in his seat.

It was stupid - utterly stupid - that he thought it was perfectly fine to pull up to your house in the middle of the night, crimson seeping out his stomach like a luscious waterfall only seen in fantasy movies, knock on your door, and stumble into your house while denying you the right to call the ambulance - the very organisation that was made to deal with these types of messes!

"Tan, do you know how fucked up this is?!"

He didn't respond again. Whether or not it was on purpose, you were unsure of. That wound was probably hindering his ability to speak but, knowing him, he also probably didn't wish to either.

"Fuck. Okay, okay—" you took in a deep breath through your nose, "—okay. Lemme just..."

Your knees thudded against the ground and your hands reached out, fingertips curling around his now-red, linen shirt.

"How did you even get so hurt in the first place?"

It had been an off-handed comment, whispered as such. You weren't expecting an answer so - when his hand shot to your own and clenched it with such strength, you had gasped and winced - to say that you were surprised would be an understatement.

His grip loosened not long after and your eyes trailed from his wound to his face, making contact with the softened hues that were almost laced in... desperation?

"Love, no."

At first, you thought he was talking about treating his wound - but that didn't make sense. If he didn't want you to treat his wound - to help him - he wouldn't have come to your house in the first place.

No, he must've been talking about your question. Of course he wouldn't want you to know how it happened. What did you expect?

"Fine," you lamented, "I won't pry. Just... let me help you."

He paused for a moment, as if letting the thought load, before ultimately letting go of your hand and leaning back - another wince making its way onto his face.

You took that as a sign to lift his shirt - and boy was it a sight to see.

Luckily, there didn't seem to be any green so it was most likely not infected, meaning he still had a shot to live. The wound was large but you were no medical expert, you had no clue whether or not he could die from it and, quite frankly, you didn't wish to find out.

"What's the ma'er, love? Can't handle a bi' of blood?"

How he had the capacity to be his snarky self while this injured was beyond you.

"No, I've just never seen such..." you trailed off, searching for the word, "...copious amounts of it."

"Ya get used to it after awhile."

Ha, so this wasn't new, was it? Made sense, you were freaking out more than he was and he was the one with the excruciating wound.

"How do I...? How do I treat it?"

He rose a brow. "You don't know how to treat a wound?"

"Hey, I got a degree in law, not medicine."

He grunted, shifting up a little. "D'you have a first-aid kit on ya?"

"Never had the need for one. I have bandages though?"

"No use if the wound i'n't clean." He sighed. "What about alcohol?"

You rose a skeptical brow.

"Not for me— well, it is for me but not in the way you think." He then gave you a pointed look. "I know you have alcohol on ya, you've always 'ad a problem with it."

Perhaps the timing was inappropriate but, you could feel your stomach flutter at the prospect that he remembered such a trait about you.

"Yeah, I've got some in the kitchen."

He nodded and you pushed yourself back onto your feet, gaze trained onto the entrance of your kitchen. 

"Stay here."

"Yeah, well, I'm not fuckin' goin' anywhere, am I?"

"Really? Because with how you've been gone for the past few weeks, I'm inclined to believe that - even with a wound like that - you would get up and leave as soon as I turn my back on you."

His jaw stiffened and you could see it; you could see the urge to talk resting on his tongue. But - like always - he refrained from saying another word.

How disappointing. But then again, not unexpected.

You trudged to the kitchen, bare feet making contact with the cold ground as you stepped upon the white tiles that had slowly gone grey as the years went by, monotonous just like your life once was before you had the pleasure of meeting Tan. You couldn't exactly say you wished to go back to it.

Every day you would wake up, get ready, go to work, go home, then go out. Each time looking for a new guy to latch onto. The colours of your world back then were different to now, you couldn't say they were more vibrant or any less dazzling but you could say they were different. Back when you weren't hung up on a guy who had the balls to show up to your door at midnight with a huge, gaping wound in his stomach.

You tugged yourself away from your thoughts to retrieve the large, glass bottle resting at your top cabinet; fingers lacing around the rim with a certain level of experience only seen in an alcoholic. Many would describe you as one. You would too.

"Alright," you spoke, making your way back towards the male, "I've got it. Now what?"

"What d'you think? Pour it over the wound."

You could go without the snark.

With a roll of your eyes and a small huff, you crouched back down beside him, slowly lifting his shirt and dark waistcoat to once more observe the injury. That thing was really horrible to look at.

As you took the sight in again, his gaze trailed to your phone, still open with the texts you exchanged displayed clearly on the screen, and he rose a brow.

"'Jerk'? You havin' a laugh, love?"

"Yeah. And it's a damn good one too."

He just rolled his eyes.

"I'm serious, Tan. You left me hanging for weeks - almost a month - and then you come knocking on my door at midnight with blood all over you? What the fuck do you want from me?"

"Nothin', I don't—" he winced and let out a grunt as you poured the liquid onto the hole, "—don't want nothin'."

You didn't believe him. Not for a second.

"Really?"

"Look, dahlin', I really don't wanna do this right now."

"Too bad—" you gave him a pointed look, "—because we're doing this. Right here. Right now."

"I just said I don't wanna fuckin' do this."

"Yeah? And I don't give a fuck what you want right now."

"Love— argh! Fuck!— please."

"No, I—"

"Fuckin' 'ell," he cut you off, venom practically hissed through gritted teeth, "are you deaf or some'n? Just close your bloody mouth."

The room fell into dead silence. Not a word was spoken, not a chirp in the air - just the incessant ticking sounds of your clock echoing in the background, reminding you that - though you were going through the most frustrating thing right now - time still moved regardless. No one cared. 

Once again, like the street lamps had back when you were in his car, your lights coated him in that warm blanket of orange. You just wanted to scream at them for being so misleading, for trying to trick your mind into thinking this man was anything but cold and ruthless.

Ha, you were going mad. Wanting to yell at an inanimate object? As if.

You stood abruptly, walking over to a nearby shelf to slide open another cabinet with a roll of gauze inside before silently returning to the couch - sight set on covering his wound. You may have just had an argument, but you were no monster.

Then, he spoke again.

"You changed up the house a bit since I last came."

'Oh, is that so?' you wanted to say, 'who gives a fuck?'

His attempt at a conversation was pathetic. He was pathetic.

'You're pathetic.' you longed to tell him.

But instead, you opted to muttering, albeit a little bitterly, "wanted to spruce the place up a little."

'Anything to distract me from you.'

​​​​​"It's nice." He hummed before going silent.

Your nails then dug into the edge of the gauze, pulling and prodding at it until a corner gave way before you were able to further force it apart.

"Sit up. Away from the armrest." You muttered.

He did so without question or objection.

You then reached around his body - both arms mere centimetres away from embracing his abdomen; breath fanning against his toned chest and nose barely grazing his skin - before sticking the gauze onto his back and winding it around to his front.

"Ya go'a do it a li'le harder than that, love."

You frowned before tugging, with way more force than necessary, and adding, "this hard enough for ya?"

His wince made way for a small, fleeting feeling of satisfaction to blossom in your chest. A small bit of revenge for the acres of pain he had caused you these past couple of weeks.

Served him right.

You didn't say a word when you were done, didn't even give a snide look that would blatantly tell him what you were thinking. Just pulled away, one hand clenching tightly around the gauze, one hand reaching out for your phone.

He only spoke again when you reached the door frame, hand placed on it in the same position as his once was, back facing him and eyes trained on your staircase.

"For what it's worth, love, I really am sorry."

Yeah. You were too.

[georgies-ftts]

my thoughts and opinions on this weeks episode as someone who didn’t have time to watch last weeks episode, has never watched live american telly before and has discovered a new found hatred for your adverts. Also i swear a lot.

let’s begin

(spoilers obviously don’t be a knob)

1. he cannae be captain he’s only got two stripes on his epilette why are we focusing so much on this man

2. Bobby eyeing up that gun I like that (the acting)

3. this guy is giving me uncanny valley and i don’t like it

4. hehe dongle

5. i mean fair enough… in and out just like he said

6. Hen love of my life where the hell have you been loca

7. “and you won’t be anymore either” that’s actually dead funny to me

8. husbands that saw together survive trauma together <3

9. “everyone survived” i know foreshadowing when i see it

10. there’s a lot of drunk driver hatred (as deserved) somethings gonna occurr

11. oh he’s dead… lol karma fuckhead

12. Hen, i love you but why can noone on telly give me actual realistic CPR… break them ribs girl

13. christ these american adverts are weird

14. let me tell you advertising prescription medicine isn’t actually a normal thing to do

15. I don’t know boss man am no a dr but that’s an awful lot of blood are you sure you should still be breathing????

16. “Are you happy” “Yeah, Yeah I am” i have a feeling that’s all about to change buddy

17. just me or can anyone else not see a fucking thing that’s going on this episode why’s everyone in the dark for?

18. moving on from that i love the lighting in the office scene… chefs kiss

19. EXCUSE ME SHE WAS DOING HER JOB, NEXT YOU’LL SUSPEND HER FOR CODLING THE DRUNK DRIVER AND GIVING HIM TEA AND CHEEK KISSES PISS OFFFFF

20. Why do American comm’s systems always fail whenever you actually need them

21. They were axed to pieces. I will let you off -_- this time…

22. “I didn’t shoot him” honestly… same i hope you get yer pay out boss

23. Athena please for the love of god pop a paracetamol or a codeine and chill the fuck out

24. cause it has never been hard enough for them you just had to add a bastard bomb

25. ITS BEEN 5 MINUTES WHY MORE ADVERTS

26. WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU ADVERTISING TO YOUR CITIZENS

27. The Rookie ad i love it carry on

28. If he wasn’t under the influence then he was just being a cunt and hen had every right to react as such thankyou very much

29. Oh my fuck what is happening - don’t tear them apart i’ll start crying

30. Bitch you’re taking on water stop being a pussy and help

31. “Don’t test me.” Queen, you rag his arse

32. “port stabilisers are gone” surely you should be tilting like a bitch right now or did i miss a frame

33. MORE FUCKING ADVERTS????

34. why’s that lizard from london?

35. WHY ARE YOU ADVERTISING DEMENTIA MEDICATION THAT IS LITERALLY ADVERTISED ALSO AS A DEATH PILL WHAT DO YOU MEAN COMA AND DEATH THATS NOT HELPING

36. “i didn’t save him either” he quite literally refused your help despite being detained

37. didn’t get that SS Menow reference… try the Mayflower next time

38. “Saving the ship” “course she is” GIVE THEM ONE MOMENT OF PEACE PLEASE I AM BEGGING YOU

39. okay good they are tilting like a bitch i will shut my mouth

40. NO STOP TILTING LIKE A BITCH I DONT CARE ABOUT REALISM I TAKE IT BACK NO

41. HOW MANY MORE ADVERTS DO YOU NEED

42. i don’t know but all your meds just seem to be doing the opposite of.. you know… keeping you alive.

43. woah therapy flash back get me one of those

44. you forgot to mention imminent death in your therapy session Mr Sir

45. “We did what we had to do” YOU’RE ALLOWED TO LIVE TOO.

46. “I couldn’t save my first family and I can’t save you either” and what if that was my last straw Robert Nash

47. ABC you can tone down the writing now i’m fucking sobbing

48. FUCK YOU AUSTRALIAN MAN I WAS CRYING MY EYES OUT

49. glad the us also have those Haribo ads

50. first time in my almost 20 years of life where i’ve seen an ADVERT for ANTIDEPRESSANTS that also actively make you MORE DEPRESSED

51. Hen i knew you were slaying you’ve never not slayed <3

52. no need for it was there mr boss man? no didn’t think so

53. You have no jurisdiction past the Gulf of Mexico??? ummmm??? distressed cruise ship full of your citizens???? idk??? do something????

54. oh. welp. no surviving that one, have fun with poseidon my loves

55. i don’t know about you but once i’ve been capsized like that in anything bigger than a kayak im giving up…

[she-karev]

Pregnancy (One Shot Request, Andrew DeLuca x Alex Karev’s Sister Imagine)

Age Rating: 12+

Chapters: One of Two

Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy

Ship: Andrew DeLuca x Amber Karev (Alex Karev’s Sister)

AN: Hey guys I see you liked my last post and I got a one-shot request to do another time skip for Amber and DeLuca. I hope you guys like it and I’m up for one shot requests if you have any. I'll try to post part two by Wednesday.

Summary: Amber gets bored during maternity leave and texts Andrew who comes over.

Words: 1741

October 20, 2022

I sit crisscross on the king bed making a lazy raspberry sound as I flip through the pages of Watchmen. Graphic novels aren’t what I usually read but I got desperate after finishing the whole shelf of books in the study. I’ve read everything from classics like Jane Eyre to new releases like Iron Widow. After that I asked Levi for a recommendation, and he immediately dropped off this huge comic book. The art is good, the storyline is surprisingly relevant to society’s political landscape and the characters are interesting. But it has barely kept me from chronic boredom that comes from maternity leave or as I like to call it, maternity prison.

My little sidekick is in her eighth month of gestation and it’s pretty evident to anyone with eyes given how I look like Pluto. If Pluto had boobs and was wearing her husband’s Harvard shirt with gray sweatpants. After the New Year I told Andrew that I was ready for us to start trying to have a baby. The pandemic was over, I was caught up in my residency thanks to Webber and Andrew was finally back in the O.R. as a general surgery attending. The timing couldn’t be better and around March we found out we were pregnant and then a few months later we found out we were having a girl. There was a bump when the residency program shut down for a bit but it restarted with a new batch of interns and me being promoted to Chief Resident.

Unfortunately, that joy was short lived, I had to go on maternity leave about a few weeks later when the exhaustion kicked in at 35 weeks and I’ve been glued to the bed ever since. And to make matters worse Levi was assigned temporary Chief Resident so that was another cloud looming over my head. The only thing that keeps me somewhat sane in this bed is my husband and baby daddy coming home and detailing every step of his surgeries so I don’t become dumb. Which is why I sent an impulsive text that I’m sure will make Andrew angry at me.

I hear running out in the hall and the door bursts open revealing Andrew in his navy scrubs and blue fleece telling me he came straight here the second he got my text. He looks around worried until he finds me criss cross in the middle of the bed looking healthy as a clam despite my text saying 911. I grin at him trying to look innocent so he doesn’t get too mad at me for worrying him because I was bored and needed contact with the outside world.

“Hi honey.” I greet him normally and he looks at me in shock before confusion sets in his face and I explain, “I might have possibly fibbed in my text don’t be mad.”

“You-” Andrew groans frustrated before laying it out, “You texted me 911.”

“I know.” I take a sip of my water bottle as Andrew walks to the edge of the bed staring down at me clearly peeved.

“I came straight here from work because my very pregnant wife texted me 911 and I was afraid she was in labor or bleeding out. But instead, I find her in bed chilling and acting like she didn’t almost give me a heart attack!” I wince at the exclamation, “God Amber what is wrong that you have to scare me like that?”

“I can’t be held accountable.” Andrew scoffs at my excuse and I continue, “I can’t be held accountable for my misguided actions because your baby and me have gone insane from bed rest and boredom. Will it make you feel better if I said sorry for almost scaring you to death?”

Andrew’s face softens slightly, “Well I think the knots in your hair are punishment enough so yes.”

I look in the vanity mirror to my left and see that my normally composed blonde hair is all over the place due to laying on my pillow for 10 hours. I look back and see my husband grinning amused already past his anger and I frown at that, “Yeah that’s right laugh at your pregnant wife who has permanent bed head let’s see how that ends for you.”

I stand on my knees and crawl over to the edge to face Andrew who chuckles while I pout, “Okay in all seriousness is there a logical reason why you texted me 911 when there is nothing emergent?”

“I’m bored out of my freaking mind.” I explain bordering on yelling while Andrew is looking at me affectionately with his bright green eyes, “I’ve been at home for five weeks, five weeks, do you have any idea what that is like?!”

“I have a feeling your gonna tell me.” Andrew puts his hands on my hips to keep me steady.

I hold up Watchmen to prove my point of how bored I am, “I’ve read all the books in our shelves I always say I’m gonna finish, I tried watching Netflix but you know it just makes me miss human contact more and to top it off while I’m shackled to this bed like that lady in Gerald’s Game my husband is at work saving lives and actually making a difference because unlike me he doesn’t have a big bowling ball under his shirt. And I think the baby is bored too and she sent that text because she’s hungry for more of your surgery stories and a reminder that there’s a world outside this bed. She’s very stubborn about what she wants.”

“She takes after her mother.” Andrew quips in amused and I narrow my eyes at him causing him to chuckle, “Look I know it’s hard being cooped up in here but you heard what the OB said bedrest is important and you were reaching your limit. I had to practically carry you out of the hospital when I found you passed out after your 18 hour shift in the pit.” I groan at that memory because it’s when I admitted I was exhausted and ordered to go on leave until after the baby was born, “You were doing the work of eight people it’s not good for your stamina and it would’ve affected the baby too.”

“You don’t know that.” He raises an eyebrow at me and I continue, “I’m like an M1-A1, it’s a tank and it can survive anything and get the job done.” I look down at my huge belly pouting at my changing body, “I mean I’m already as big as a tank right now and my bikini days are getting narrower by the minute.”

“I never really liked bikini’s anyway.” He’s trying to console me again which he always does when I complain about how big I’m getting, “You look way better in that sweater than some tacky string.”

“Stop being nice, you know my hormones make me unpredictable.” I remind him again, “The nicer you are the more it makes me want to choke hold you.”

“In that case you look like a bloated whale.” Andrew jokes and it doesn’t amuse me at all, “Better?”

“Not in the least.” I sigh and wrap my arms around the back of Andrew’s neck and say sweetly, “Just stay here and tell me stories about life on the outside.” I run my fingers through his wavy hair to add effect but it doesn’t work. He looks enticed but he’s gotten stronger against my seductions over the years.

“I can’t, I have a surgery this afternoon.” He steps back to my disappointment, “Plus I gotta help Marsh with the skills lab for the interns while Hunt is in the ER. And as much as I want to, I can’t stay here because your bored or Grey will reprimand me. Find something to do while I’m working so the time will pass by and you won’t be so bored.”

Suddenly a light bulb goes off in my head on how I can keep myself busy, “Your right.”

He exhales in relief and turns to leave, “Thank god I’ll see you tonight, I love you.”

“Oh no I’m coming with you; you’re taking me to work.” I get off the bed, go to our closet and put a black coat over my clothes and slip into my black crocs. I can see Andrew turning to face me again with an annoyed look.

“That is not happening babe.” He tells me bluntly but I don’t listen as I grab my purse, “Okay you and the baby need to listen to me. I am not taking you two to a hospital with the germs and blood and diseases it’s not happening I’m putting my foot down.”

I widen my eyes at that and he emphasizes by crossing his arms against his chest, “I’m just gonna watch from the gallery and catch up with my friends and see if Schmitt is still alive. It’s not like I’m getting a scalpel come on man.”

Andrew stands his ground, “Nope still not happening, if you want new books order on Amazon and get express, I don’t care about the price as long as it keeps you in bed and following doctor’s orders.”

“I’m a doctor, you’re a doctor, our siblings are doctors and all of our friends are doctors. I’m pretty sure we both know what’s safe and not safe for me and the baby too.” I remind him, “A hospital is the best place for me to kill time because if I go into labor, I just have to walk five steps to a bed in OB. Please take me with you, think of it like take your daughter to work day.”

He looks at my belly and back up at me, “I think we’re a little early for that.”

“Take me with you.” I sternly command.

“No.” Andrew says with finality causing me to narrow my eyes at him as he keeps a composed face. I mimic his stance crossing my arms across my chest and glaring at him to assert dominance. Even in my condition I stand as his equal and he knows it, he knows I won’t go down without a fight so he has to do the same. We stand there silently for a few moments, me in my pajamas and him in his scrubs, waiting for one of us to budge.

Next Part Here

[chrollogy]

about: yue !

meet the writer behind the fics :> interested in my genshin version?

hellooo !! as you already know, i go by yue, i’m twenty two years old, my pronouns are she/her and i’m an intj !!! i’m southeast asian (filipino) so feel free to speak to me in tagalog since i’m still quite fluent :3 my timezone is gmt +12 so i’m most likely active when everyone else is sleeping hence my lack of interaction with fellow moots :< also!! i’m really into 35 mm photography (since 2019) and i love collecting cameras <3

i got into writing when i was around the age of 10-11 where i wrote cliché highschool fics back when i first got into kpop :< i had three writing phases which were asianfanfics (aka the very first platform i used to publish fics), wattpad (where i mainly focused on long series), and finally tumblr (my current platform !!)

fun fact! i have ten ear piercings (three on each lobe. left: rook, and tragus. right: daith, and helix). i love dyeing my hair (notable colours: red, purple, blonde), and i currently have two tattoos :3

fun fact 2! am a huge matcha lover !! i make my own matcha every morning (with the whisk and all) but i’m slowly running out rip

fun fact 3! i’ve been on tumblr since 2016 but i was a kpop-centric blog back then, and only posted moodboards LMAO then i got into the anime side on 2021 :3

currently watching: black butler (s4), kimi ni todoke (s3), hunter x hunter (e119 — CA arc)

games i play: genshin impact — AR 57 WL 8, ASIA server. love and deepspace — LVL 41, ASIA server; 81000767553 (ex-hsr, ex-obey me player)

fandoms: haikyuu, genshin impact, black butler, hunter x hunter, love and deepspace, jujutsu kaisen, kimi ni todoke, tokyo revengers, attack on titan, demon slayer, obey me, play it cool guys, the apothecary diaries, blue lock, buddy daddies, romantic killer, howl’s moving castle, girl from nowhere

hobbies:

writing, reading, sleeping <3, going gym, watching anime & sports (a rugby fan !!), simping for a blonde msby setter, disappearing from time to time

dislikes:

summer, waking up early on a winter morning, bugs n insects especially spiders, those little clustered holes (yes i have that phobia), people who rush me lol

yue core 📸

[joeylynchwife]

Prompt List

- JJ Maybank, Anthony Bridgerton, Benedict Bridgerton

fluff

1."I think I love you"

2."You're comfy"

3."your lips are getting really close to mine""

4."can you picture it? you and I dating?"

5."you're my favourite person"

6."you are more than enough"

7."those are really cheesy pick up lines"

8."can you stop laughing and just kiss me"

9."i don't want this to end. I don't"

10."yes please draw me like one of your french girls" "piss off"

11."move your blanket. I wanna lay down on your lap"

12."you make me proud, you know that right?"

13."i'm only doing it because your cute"

14."stop moving. I'm almost done!"

15."you..you don't even have to love me back you know?"

16."isn't it obvious how much I'm obsessed with you?"

Angst/ jealousy (all will have happy endings)

17."you deserve more"

18."i know you still love me"

19."please look at me"

20."why did you lie?"

21."since when did you guys get so close?"

21."No, don't cry. I hate it when you cry"

22."am I not good enough for you?"

23."i'm not jealous. fuck off"

24."i don't fucking care your supposed to be mine!"

25."you were staring at her ass"

26."im not stupid. who is she"

27."it's not you I don't trust"

28."Do you regret it?"

29."please don't hurt me like this"

30."im fine, stop asking"

31."I was only using you"

32."i give up"

smut

33."friends don't do this"

34."there's people here"

35."always so fuckin tight for me"

36."oh fuck. don't stop"

37."no, I'm supposed to be making you feel good"

38."im still sore from last night"

39."i want to hear you scream"

40."i had this dream and-fuck I need you to make it a reality"

41."shhh, just look at me baby"

42."c'mere, you can sit on my lap"

43."is all of this for me?"

44."dont you dare over up the hickeys"

45."hmm no panties?"

46."were not just friends and you fucking know it"

47."up for a one night stand"

48."all you had to do was ask"

[hypersonic04]

Part Two:

I couldn't wait to post part two!

Word count: 2,091

He's the first thing I think about when I wake up that morning, the cold chill of November blanketing my one-bedroom apartment as I lie on my back, staring up at the ceiling. Even now, as I find myself in the comfort of my bedroom, my mind feels like it's trapped, trapped in the cold stares and standoffish behaviour of a man I met yesterday.

In an attempt to alleviate some of the mental torture I seem to be experiencing, I force myself to get ready and feel some kind of excitement for the day ahead. This is huge! Not only have I always wanted to write at Real World Studios, but I'm writing for The 1975. I can't let anything ruin this for me.

It's bitterly cold as I leave the flat, my numb fingers fishing around in my bag for my car keys. Once I unlock the car, I sit in the drivers seat for a few minutes. Breathe.

I stick the key in and turn it.

And turn it again.

And again.

"You're kidding me." I whisper. "No, no, no..."

This has to be some kind of sick joke.

The car refuses to start, and I wonder whether this is some sort of sign from the universe.

It's 11, the drive takes approximately 35 minutes, and I told Matty I'd be there by 12pm. 'On the dot' were my exact words, actually. According to my calculations, a faulty car might delay the journey slightly.

Thankful for the quick exchange of phone numbers before we parted ways the day before, I send him a quick text. The phone rings moments later.

"I'm so sorry, my car just won't start, and-" I start immediately. Great first impression, Iris. Super professional.

"Hey, it's fine. You live like half an hour away, right?"

"Yeah, I guess I could Uber, but I won't make it for 12."

"One of us will come and pick you up. Send me your address, will you?"

After the phone call ends and a few more messages are exchanged, I admit to myself that I am, in fact, going to have to accept the help they're offering and leave the car. I wait inside the apartment.

I'm outside

The unknown sender confuses me at first, but I quickly remember that I never got Adam or George's numbers. I gather my things and rush down, spotting an unfamiliar black Audi not too far down the street.

I squint my eyes in an attempt to identify who's sat behind the tinted windscreen, shielding my eyes from the winter sunshine.

I'm not sure whether the feeling in my stomach means that I want to throw up, cry, or maybe both, actually. He's on his phone, head tilted downwards, and for a moment it's like it's a different version of Ross to the one I met yesterday. He looks cosy, the navy sweater he's wearing complementing his soft eyes, and I notice that he's smiling down at his phone. It's probably his girlfriend, I think to myself, and at the same time, I feel my heart drop in the same way it did when my high school crush asked another girl to prom. Completely unsolicited, and even more so right now.

I take a deep breath as I near the car and he looks up, unlocking the doors for me.

"Morning." He says first as I open the car door, slipping into the seat beside him. The car is warm, and I have to use every inch of self restraint to not complement the overwhelming smell of his aftershave. It's like it coats every inch of the car, forcing my hairs to stand in a way that only ever happens at a once in a lifetime concert, or when there's a huge plot twist in a book.

"Thank you so much for picking me up." I say, meeting his eyes for the first time since getting in the car. He looks tired, tired in a different way than he did yesterday. "I'll give you the petrol money."

"Don't worry about it, it's fine."

Silence engulfs the car and it feels suffocating. Maybe he's just not a very talkative guy.

"What's wrong with your car?" He says suddenly, slicing through the quiet with a clearing of his throat, his eyes still fixed ahead, like if he looked at me he might turn to stone or something.

"I'm not sure." I keep my eyes on the road. "It just wouldn't start when I turned the key."

Again, silence for a few seconds, and I assume the conversation is over.

"Might want to get that looked at."

"Hm, yeah."

I steal a glance over at him. His side profile gives me butterflies and I have to remind myself that he's been nothing but cold to me. He looks over at me and our eyes catch for a second, before I turn towards the road again. The rest of the ride is tense, but it's a different kind of tension than yesterday, not the kind I can identify.

It's like I've been holding my breath the whole way there when we finally get out of the car. I find myself walking off in front, desperate for space.

"Good morning!" Matty says enthusiastically, opening his arms for a hug like we've known each other for years. I accept it after a moment's hesitation.

"I'm sorry about the whole car thing." I say to them all, taking off my coat and scarf as I do so.

"It's ok. Ross to the rescue, eh?" Matty says with a smirk and I open and close my mouth like a goldfish, attempting to think of something witty to reply. Nothing.

We get settled in the studio with cups of tea, cigarettes, pens and paper, guitars. I tuck my knees up to my chest and listen through the soft acoustic demo George plays for me.

"It's nowhere near ready, and there's no lyrics for it yet."

I take in the gentle strum of the strings, soft percussion, and what seems to be Matty's mindless humming of a melody. It's beautiful, even at this stage. I close my eyes for a second and try to imagine vocals over it, nodding my head to place the beat and almost forgetting the company that I'm in.

When I look back up, I'm met with Ross' dark eyes. I avert my gaze from him immediately, embarrassment washing over me and tinting my cheeks pink.

"Yeah, it's great." I look down at the empty piece of paper in front of me and awkwardly tuck some hair behind my ear. "Really great."

"We just need Ross to do the bassline and then some other bits of production, and lyrics obviously." Adam adds.

I copy the melody Matty had hummed on the track, repeating it over and over as lyrics flood my head. He comes to sit next to me and peers over at what I'm writing.

"I like that." He jabs his finger at one specific line, and I nod in agreement. "The only time I feel I might get better is when we are together," He repeats out loud, George and Adam nodding too.

"I'm not sure about it." Ross pipes up.

"What's not to like about it?" George lets out a small laugh before realising that he's actually being serious.

"I just don't think it's very The 1975."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Matty bites, shaking his head with a confused expression on his face.

"It just doesn't feel like 'us'."

"Isn't that the aim?" I defend myself. "Matty said that this album's more timeless, earnest. That line is both of those things."

"Just because it's what Matty said doesn't mean it's right." He laughs sarcastically, shooting me a look that I can only describe as disdain. My blood boils as I return his sarcastic manner, shaking my head.

"If you were at the meeting yesterday, you could have voiced that." I snap. George looks between Ross and I, eyebrows raised. I get up with a sigh and head outside, the silence in the room only annoying me further.

The fresh air does me some good. Maybe Ross is right, my songs aren't very 'The 1975', but maybe that's why Jamie and Jack thought it was a good idea for me to work with them. Matty said it himself, this one needs to feels different, like a collaboration.

"Are you ok?" George's voice brings me out of my daydream.

"Yeah, just..." I shake my head, trailing off. "I don't know, I don't take criticism well."

"Just for the record, I really liked your idea." He smiles and I laugh, thanking him with a grin. We stand in silence for a few moments. I fold my arms over my chest and rest against the brick.

"What is his problem?" I say eventually. "I know you said that it wasn't personal yesterday, but that felt pretty personal."

"I don't know what's going on with him, if I'm honest. We've worked with loads of people over the years and he's never like this."

My heart sinks, and it must show on my face.

"I didn't mean that it's you, I just-"

"No, it's ok. Not everyone's going to like my writing." I huff. "But there's no need for him to be an arsehole." George laughs and nods in agreement.

"Shall we go back in?" He suggests, and although I think I'd rather just freeze to death out here, I reluctantly follow him.

We spend hours going over verses and reworking the melody to fit, and the darkness of the evening arrives by surprise.

"Fuck, what time is it?" I yawn, standing up from the armchair I'd been sat on all day.

"Half 1." George replies. I raise my eyebrows, double-checking on my phone.

"I'll book a taxi, I should probably head home."

"I'll take you, it's fine." Ross' deep voice catches me off guard, having been sat so quietly the whole afternoon.

"No, I'll get a taxi." I say coolly, avoiding his hard stare as I move around the room, putting the guitar back.

"I'm heading that way anyway."

I meet his gaze for a few moments, and eventually give in. It'll take ages for a taxi to get here, and I'm exhausted.

"Fine."

We say our goodbyes and head out to his car, the temperature somehow even colder now. I shiver and he notices, turning up the heater once we get buckled in.

I rest my head back as he drives steadily, admiring the street lights and occasional early Christmas display.

"It's a good song." He says.

"I thought you didn't like the lyrics." I say flatly.

"I..." He starts, seemingly struggling to find words. "It's just..."

"You don't think I know the band well enough." I state bluntly. "You don't think my writing suits the band. You can admit it."

He doesn't respond, and it only annoys me more.

"Why don't you just say it?" I frown, shaking my head at him.

He looks frustrated, hands gripping the steering wheel firmly and his brow set low. We sit in silence the rest of the way, our eyes fixed on the road ahead.

"Is here ok?" He asks as he pulls up outside.

"Yeah, fine."

"I-"

"Thanks." I get out of the car and slam the door shut, not letting him finish what he was about to say. The car stays put as I walk up the steps to the flat, and I swear I can feel his dark eyes burning into me, watching me clumsily unlock the door. I avoid looking back, despite being so desperate to do so. A mixture of anger and something I can't place courses through my body, clouding my mind as I finally get the door open.

My blood feels hot in my veins, pulse thrumming in my ears, my mouth impossibly dry all of a sudden. I'm angry at his criticisms, his opinions towards the fact that I'm writing with the band. I'm angry because of the countless awkward silences he creates, and the glares he gives me when I break them. I'm angry at the way I feel when he stands closely behind me, when I can hear the bass of his voice in my stomach.

Most of all, I'm angry at the way my mind goes foggy when he enters a room, and how I know exactly what these feelings are, even if I don't want to admit it.

[legacyshenanigans]

I was bored and I found a

"Questions nobody asks"

Thing on the Internet, and I wanna do it 🤣 could consider it as a "get to know me" thing, I guess, haha. Gonna undercut though, because its kinda long. 🤍

1. DO YOU SLEEP WITH YOUR CLOSET DOORS OPEN OR CLOSED?

Who the fuck goes to sleep with their closet doors open?! 🤣

2. DO YOU TAKE THE SHAMPOOS AND CONDITIONER BOTTLES FROM HOTELS?

Ew no haha, because they tend to be shitty shampoos and conditioners. I'm very particular with what I put on my hair.

3. DO YOU SLEEP WITH YOUR SHEETS TUCKED IN OR OUT?

Out, I would feel EXTREMELY uncomfortable if my sheets were tucked in, I move around a lot in bed hahaha.

4. HAVE YOU STOLEN A STREET SIGN BEFORE?

Not a street sign no, I stole one of those big umbrellas from outside a pub once though🤣

5. DO YOU LIKE TO USE POST-IT NOTES?

Not really. No reason to.

6. DO YOU CUT OUT COUPONS BUT THEN NEVER USE THEM?

Nope.

7. WOULD YOU RATHER BE ATTACKED BY A BIG BEAR OR A SWARM OF BEES?

I'm terrified of bees and wasps and shit like that hahaha, but I reckon my chance of survival would be higher with a swarm of bees?

8. DO YOU HAVE FRECKLES?

I do, under my makeup haha.

9. DO YOU ALWAYS SMILE FOR PICTURES?

Nope. 🤣

10. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST PET PEEVE?

People trying to talk to me when I have earphones in. A VERY quick way to get on my fuckin nerves.

11. DO YOU EVER COUNT YOUR STEPS WHEN YOU WALK?

No? 🤣

12. HAVE YOU PEED IN THE WOODS?

Yes. 🤣

13. HAVE YOU EVER POOPED IN THE WOODS?

.....Yes. 😅 (while camping in the middle of nowhere, when ya gotta go, ya gotta go)

14. DO YOU EVER DANCE EVEN IF THERE’S NO MUSIC PLAYING?

All the time. 🤣

15. DO YOU CHEW YOUR PENS AND PENCILS?

I used to. Not so much these days.

16. HOW MANY PEOPLE HAVE YOU SLEPT WITH THIS WEEK?

Well, I'm in a monogamous relationship, sooooo. One, lol.

17. WHAT SIZE IS YOUR BED?

King.

18. WHAT IS YOUR SONG OF THE WEEK?

Helicopter Girl - Satan's Seventh Bride.

19. IS IT OK FOR GUYS TO WEAR PINK?

Yeah? Sure? Why not?

20. DO YOU STILL WATCH CARTOONS?

Yesssss.

21. WHAT IS YOUR LEAST FAVORITE MOVIE?

I can't even remember the name of it! Me and my mum are big horror fans, and we hunt for horror films together, and it was your standard, stereotypical folk move into a house. House is spooky. Spooky things happen ect. ect. ect. But it was FUCKING SHITE! 🤣 So THAT hahaha.

22. WHERE WOULD YOU BURY HIDDEN TREASURE, IF YOU HAD SOME?

Near a tree in a woods, then I'd leave a vague note just saying "Its under a tree in *name of woods* " 🤣 That's ALOT of ground to search, hahaha.

23. WHAT DO YOU DRINK WITH DINNER?

Depends on what I'm eating.

24. WHAT DO YOU DIP A CHICKEN NUGGET IN?

I'm a Tommy K gal. 🤣

25. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FOOD?

I fucking LOVE Kinder Buenos.

26. WHAT MOVIES COULD YOU WATCH OVER AND OVER AGAIN AND STILL LOVE?

The HP films.

27. LAST PERSON YOU KISSED/KISSED YOU?

My fella.

28. WERE YOU EVER A BOY/GIRL SCOUT?

I went to Rainbows when I was a little kid, then I went to Brownies (similar kinda thing as Scouts) but I ended up leaving brownies after only going twice because I HATED one of the brownie leader women 🤣

29. WOULD YOU EVER STRIP OR POSE NUDE IN A MAGAZINE?

Sure, why not? Haha.

30. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WROTE A LETTER TO SOMEONE ON PAPER?

It's been a lonnnnng time since I've written a letter to someone. Phones exist now, haha.

31. CAN YOU CHANGE THE OIL ON A CAR?

Yeah.

32. EVER GOTTEN A SPEEDING TICKET?

Nope.

33. EVER RAN OUT OF GAS?

Nope.

34. WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE KIND OF SANDWICH?

Sandwiches in general are top tier scran, but I like meaty big ones 🤣

35. BEST THING TO EAT FOR BREAKFAST?

A can of redbull and a cigarette. 🤣

36. WHAT IS YOUR USUAL BEDTIME?

Depends on my sleeping pattern, sometimes a good 10/11pm sometimes 5/6am. 🤣🤣

37. ARE YOU LAZY?

Yes. Ain't even gonna lie lmao.

38. WHEN YOU WERE A KID, WHAT DID YOU DRESS UP AS FOR HALLOWEEN?

I mentioned above that my mum likes horror, so she would dress me as things like Vampires, Werewolves, The Devil, general monsters haha, which is funny to me because we'd usually all go trick or treating together with my friends and their mums, and my friends would always be things like princess's lmao.

39. WHAT IS YOUR CHINESE ASTROLOGICAL SIGN?

Is that the same as Zodiac? I believe I'm the Rooster.

40. HOW MANY LANGUAGES CAN YOU SPEAK?

Two.

41. DO YOU HAVE ANY MAGAZINE SUBSCRIPTIONS?

In 2023? No lol.

42. WHICH ARE BETTER: LEGOS OR LINCOLN LOGS?

Wtf are lincoln logs?! Hahaha. Legos.

43. ARE YOU STUBBORN?

Absolutely.

44. WHO IS BETTER: KIMMEL OR FALLON?

Who?

45. EVER WATCH SOAP OPERAS?

Nah.

46. ARE YOU AFRAID OF HEIGHTS?

Nah I'm pretty good with heights.

47. DO YOU SING IN THE CAR?

Every damn time. 🤣

48. DO YOU SING IN THE SHOWER?

I don't actually haha, hum maybe, but not sing.

49. DO YOU DANCE IN THE CAR?

As a passenger, yeah, sometimes.

50. EVER USED A GUN?

Yeah.

51. LAST TIME YOU GOT A PORTRAIT TAKEN BY A PHOTOGRAPHER?

At my last day of HS party (Prom basically)

52. DO YOU THINK MUSICALS ARE CHEESY?

I just HATE musicals tbh. 🤣

53. IS CHRISTMAS STRESSFUL?

Not really.

54. EVER EAT A PIEROGI?

What? 🤣

55. FAVORITE TYPE OF FRUIT PIE?

Cherry!

56. OCCUPATIONS YOU WANTED TO BE WHEN YOU WERE A KID?

Honestly, I can't remember 😅

57. DO YOU BELIEVE IN GHOSTS?

100%, I've seen one, don't expect people to believe me, but I know what I saw.

58. EVER HAVE A DEJA-VU FEELING?

All the time!!

59. DO YOU TAKE A VITAMIN DAILY?

No, but I probably should lmao.

60. DO YOU WEAR SLIPPERS?

Fuckin love a good pair of slippers.

61. DO YOU WEAR A BATHROBE?

Yeah.

62. WHAT DO YOU WEAR TO BED?

Depends on the weather.

63. WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST CONCERT?

Nickelback 😅 (DON'T JUDGE ME!)

64. WALMART, TARGET, OR AMAZON?

Well, can't lie, 2 outta 3 of those we don't have in my country haha.

65. NIKE OR ADIDAS?

Adidas.

66. CHEETOS OR FRITOS?

Cheetos because I dunno wtf Fritos are haha.

67. PEANUTS OR SUNFLOWER SEEDS?

Peanuts!

68. EVER HEAR OF THE GROUP BLACK PINK?

Nope.

69. EVER TAKE DANCE LESSONS?

Nope.

70. IS THERE A PROFESSION YOU PICTURE YOUR FUTURE SPOUSE DOING?

It was never something I thought about, infact when I first met my fella I had no idea what he did for work, and never asked because it wasn't important to me 🤣 turned out he had a very good job and I was just like "Oh OK cool" haha.

71. CAN YOU CURL YOUR TONGUE?

Yeah.

72. EVER WON A SPELLING BEE?

I've never competed in one.

73. HAVE YOU EVER CRIED BECAUSE YOU WERE SO HAPPY?

Yessss 🤣

74. OWN ANY RECORD ALBUMS?

Like Vinyl? I do actually haha, some Iron Maiden ones.

75. OWN A RECORD PLAYER?

My mum and Dad did. I don't.

76. DO YOU REGULARLY DIFFUSE OILS?

Yeah, daily, I love that shit haha.

77. EVER BEEN IN LOVE?

Yeah :)

78. WHO WOULD YOU LIKE TO SEE IN CONCERT?

Honestly, I don't really know, too many haha.

79. WHAT WAS THE LAST CONCERT YOU SAW?

It's been a while, but I went to a rock and blues weekend festival thing last year.

80. HOT TEA OR COLD TEA?

Neither.

81. TEA OR COFFEE?

Neither.

82. SUGAR COOKIES OR SNICKERDOODLES?

Don't know what either of those are 🤣 but Snickerdoodles sound DELICIOUS haha.

83. CAN YOU SWIM WELL?

Yeah I'm pretty decent.

84. CAN YOU HOLD YOUR BREATH WITHOUT HOLDING YOUR NOSE?

Yeah.

85. ARE YOU PATIENT?

NOOOOO 🤣

86. DJ OR BAND AT A WEDDING?

Band.

87. EVER WON A CONTEST?

Yeah a few in my time haha.

88. HAVE YOU EVER HAD PLASTIC SURGERY?

Define plastic surgery haha. I've had lip fillers a few times? Nothing crazy. Is that classed as PS though?

89. WHICH ARE BETTER: BLACK OR GREEN OLIVES?

NEITHER 🤮🤮 URGH.

90. CAN YOU KNIT OR CROCHET?

I used to be able to, been a long time since I have.

91. BEST ROOM FOR A FIREPLACE?

The living room.

92. DO YOU WANT TO GET MARRIED?

Yeeeeah one day, but we're chill. I'm engaged.

93. IF MARRIED, HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN MARRIED?

I'm not, yet.

94. WHO WAS YOUR HIGH SCHOOL CRUSH?

Oh my god, there was this lad called Jordan in my HS...He would like, tease me all the time though, I would call it "Soft bullying" 🤣 and I LOVED him LMFAO! 😅 I think thats why I like guys who can be abit of a bastard haha.

95. DO YOU CRY AND THROW A FIT UNTIL YOU GET YOUR OWN WAY?

Not really. But I'm a very "Babyyyyyyy? Can I get this?" Kinda gal, to get what I want 😅😅

96. DO YOU HAVE KIDS?

Not yet.

97. DO YOU WANT KIDS?

I'd like to yeah.

98. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE COLOR?

Purple.

99. DO YOU MISS ANYONE RIGHT NOW?

Not really.

~

[akayna]

7. Biggest turn offs:

17. A fact about my life:

35. Have you ever danced in front of your mirror?

53. Have you ever slept in until 3?

76. Have you ever done something you told yourself you wouldn’t?

96. Have you ever mooned/flashed someone? (you could do either or both to me 👀👀 just saying)

100. Give us one thing about you that no one knows.

7. Rudeness (broadly defined, encompasses many poor behaviors). Poor hygiene. Super messy surroundings. Not caring about the journey and trying to treat sex like a quick checklist/cheat code combo to get off.

17. I kind of go with the flow to the next major thing in life. I'm not a concrete goals kinda person.

35. All the time

53. Rarely, but it has happened once or twice.

76. Yeah, lol, I got married. But it served me and got me to where I am in life now, so I don't regret it. I do think I should have ended it sooner, but that's neither here nor there at this point.

96. Yes. And haha will do ;)

100. I once shoved gummy shreks into someone's nostrils because they were snoring and keeping everyone up at the slumber party in 11th grade. I fell asleep holding hands with one guy while cuddled against another one (his best friend). It was a boy's slumber party after a day of paintball and for some reason his parents and my mom both were cool with me, the only girl, staying the night with 12 dudes. Granted, they were all nerds and somewhat terrified by me.

[mint-mumbles]

I’m evolving…

Here’s my Spotify Wrapped if anyone is interested (I’m not adding pictures other than the conclusion, I’ll just write it out in text):

I listened to 21 genres

1. Rock

2. Vocaloid

3. pov: indie

4. Pop

5. Pixel

My song taste is most similar to Savannah, Florida, USA (because Spotify said how they like MCR, Will Wood, and IDKHBTFM)

I played 769 songs this year

My top songs were:

1. Vampires Will Never Hurt You by My Chemical Romance (played 35 times)

2. Absinthe by I DON’T KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

3. Freak on a Leash by Korn

4. Dead! by My Chemical Romance

5. The End. by My Chemical Romance

I listened to Spotify music for 9,272 minutes (6 days) with the highest day coming out to 363 minutes (6.05 hours) and was in the top 33% of listeners worldwide

I listened to 397 artists this year

My top artist was Muse (as you saw up top, I’m keeping up the trend) and was a top 1% fan who spent 1,401 minutes (23.35 hours) listening to them with the song I listened to the most by them being Futurism (2001)

My other top artists were:

2. MCR

3. Korn

4. Pierce the Veil

5. Ghost

I now conclude this by letting you know that I’m going to Spotify’s HQ and finding the person who didn’t pay their overworked employees who created this… “design” (I just wanna talk…)

Top 100 incoming, so brace yourself! Turn back before it’s too late!

1. Vampires Will Never Hurt You (by MCR)

2. Absinthe (by I DON’T KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME)

3. Freak on a Leash (by Korn)

4. Dead! (by MCR)

5. The End. (by MCR)

6. System of a Down (by SOAD)

7. Young Girl A (by Siinamota)

8. Futurism (by Muse)

9. Demolition Lovers (by MCR)

10. Rolling Girl (by wowaka)

11. Moonchild (by Fields of the Nephilim)

12. Sunburn (by Muse)

13. You Know What They Do to Guys Like Us (by MCR)

14. Duality (by Slipknot)

15. Death of an Executioner (by Pierce the Veil)

16. Pretty Rave Girl (by S3RL)

17. Freakin’ Freak (by Dot Dot Curve)

18. 2econd 2ight 2eer (that was fun, goodbye.) (by Will Wood)

19. King for a Day (by Pierce the Veil)

20. This Ain’t a Scene, It’s an Arms Race (by FOB)

21. Dragula (by Rob Zombie)

22. The Second Law: Unsustainable (by Muse)

23. I Can’t Decide (by Scissor Sisters)

24. Venom (by Kairikibear)

25. As the World Caves In (by Matt Maltese)

26. Muscle Museum (by Muse)

27. The Only Hope for Me is You (by MCR)

28. Ga (ft. Hatsune Miku) (by Utsu-P)

29. girl’s a liar (by witted)

30. Neutron Star Collision (Love Is Forever) (by Muse)

31. I / Me / Myself (by Will Wood)

32. It’s Not a Fashion Statement, It’s a Deathwish (by MCR)

33. Got the Life (by Korn)

34. Screenager (2001) (by Muse)

35. People Are Strange (The Doors)

36. The Foundations of Decay (by MCR)

37. Redesign Your Logo (Bonus Track) (by Lemon Demon)

38. Creep (by Radiohead)

39. You Know My Name (by Chris Cornell)

40. This is How I Disappear (by MCR)

41. Ruler of Everything (by Tally Hall)

42. Eighth Wonder (by Lemon Demon)

43. Virtual Insanity - Remastered (by Jamiroquai)

44. Planetary (GO!) (by MCR)

45. Lost One’s Weeping (by Neru)

46. Newly Edgy Idols (by Mitchie M)

47. Take Me to Church (by Hozier)

48. Hang ‘Em High (by MCR)

49. Hurt (by NIN)

50. Starman - 2012 Remaster (by David Bowie)

51. Escape (by Muse)

52. Give ‘Em Hell, Kid (by MCR)

53. Dead Bodies Everywhere (by Korn)

54. Because You’re Here (by PinocchioP)

55. Setting Yourself Up For Sarcasm (by Get Started)

56. BUG (by Kairikibear)

57. Twist (by Korn)

58. Mama (by MCR)

59. Witch Image (by Ghost)

60. DARLING DANCE (by Kairikibear)

61. Freely Tomorrow (by Mitchie M)

62. Sleep (by MCR)

63. Press Play Walk Away (by S3RL & SynthWulf)

64. Hysteria (by Muse)

65. Babooshka - 2018 Remaster (by Kate Bush)

66. Party Poison (by MCR)

67. Law-Evading Rock (by Neru)

68. Meltdown (by iroha(sasaki))

69. Du hast (by Rammstein)

70. Micro Cuts - XX Anniversary RemiXX (2021) (by Muse)

71. Acid (by Ghost Town)

72. Hurt (by Johnny Cash)

73. Living Dead Girl (by Rob Zombie)

74. White Rabbit (by Jefferson Airplane)

75. Bad Romance (by Lady Gaga, covered by Artist Vs Poet)

76. KING (by Kanaria)

77. ‘Cause I’m a Liar (Kokichi Oma Fan Song) (by Mcki Robyns-P)

78. Showtime Ruler (by Karasuyasabou, covered by Kino Hina, Machico, Hirose Daisuke, and Toki Shunichi)

79. Little Kandi Raver 2012 (by S3RL)

80. Poi Poi Poi Popoi Poi Popi (by Ayaman Japan)

81. Thank You for the Venom (by MCR)

82. Points of Authority (by Linkin Park)

83. Love Me, Love Me, Love Me (by Kikuo)

84. Death city (by 6arelyhuman, syris)

85. GouZinZanGoku (by DEVILOOF)

86. Hurt (Quiet) (by NIN)

87. Dead Star (by Muse)

88. Blind (by Korn)

89. Absolution (by Ghost)

90. Savior (by Rise Against)

91. Unintended (by Muse)

92. My R (by WADATAKEAKI KurageP)

93. Caramelldanse (by Caramell)

94. I’m Not Okay (I Promise) (by MCR)

95. Endlessly (by Muse)

96. Johnny Johnny (by Danny Gonzalez)

97. Cirice (by Ghost)

98. I Never Told You What I Do For a Living (by MCR)

99. Momento Mori: the most important thing in the world (by Will Wood)

100. I’m Sorry, I’m Sorry (by Kikuo)

[oc-aita]

u/SugarPlum submitted a post to r/AITA: 

AITA for accepting an assignment? 

I (23, M) am a sort of special operative for the government (before you say “YTA for being a fed” – yeah, probably, but that’s not the point) – I take on a variety of roles, such as espionage, diplomacy, or pretty much anything you could need a gun for. I’m not a very public or high-profile agent, but I used to be when I was a part of my former team. Sadly, my teammates, who I considered my sisters, died several years ago, and without them to make me look good I fell into obscurity and took on a new code name. I’m pretty sure my career has been slowly spiraling to rock bottom since, but I do what I’m told and don’t complain. 

Back when I was part of my sisters’ team, the three of us underwent several rounds of genetic testing and modification, resulting in our bodies being a bit more magically malleable despite none of us being mages. I won't go into detail as to what I’m capable of, but it’s a very distinct ability that immediately made what team we were on clear – again, it helped that we were slightly famous. 

Now that the context is out of the way: My newest job has been totally unlike anything I’ve even done before, partially because I’m not exactly doing much of anything. I was transported to a prestigious school for the instruction and training of young mages and essentially told to sit tight until I had further orders. I don’t know why this school was chosen for where I’d be staying, but considering many students enter as young as eleven, sometimes even younger, I guessed it was likely because I’m not really in touch with reality and don’t have much ‘real world’ experience beyond my job, The headmistress, L (early 40’s, F) and the alchemy instructor, E (age unknown, likely early 30’s, they/them) were the first to get me settled in and help me find my way around. I ended up living in the same suite as E, so in the evenings when they’re free I try to talk to them and figure out how the magic courses are structured. Since E and the other instructors were busy fairly often, I mostly spent my free time in the clinic with the school doctor, R (26, M), who I was told is reputably grumpy but seems to like me fine, not that I understand social cues whatsoever. 

The problem in this situation started with the beastkeeping professor, T (M, 35). He’s a great guy, doesn’t show off, and has a super funny sense of humor. I think the only person he doesn’t get along with is the instructor for the fundamental courses, A (37, M), but they keep things civil and neither T nor the other instructors are mean to me. It was actually T’s idea that I work with him, L, E, A, and one of the school’s fourth-years, a girl I’ll cam M (12, F) on a project which sounded kind of ridiculous in concept, but the moment I was on board, my doubts were wiped clean. The government will probably forcibly silence me if I say how this happened, but we ended up looking through a realm built out of magic. Apparently, it was directly linked to T’s consciousness in a way that the world resembled how he saw it as it was being created. This completely shattered my perception of reality, but I was getting used to that happening an average of 3 times a week living at the school, so I couldn’t really complain. 

Unfortunately, this magical world was not fun to work around when the monsters (yes, sadly the monsters could get into this realm, we’re never safe, are we?) showed up. At first my presence was super helpful, because it turned out my guns’ ability to kill the beasts is very unique for a nonmagical weapon. But as we went on and finished up our journey of the realm, we learned that the time it was created coincided with the point in time where T ended up being experimented on against his will, leaving him with artificial magic despite not being born a mage. Apparently, he was a failed experiment, since he was allowed to leave without being studied further... or so he thought. I realized that it was entirely possible I was now surveilling him without realizing. 

All of this came to a boiling point during the next realm we entered (one connected to another instructor, but she’s not relevant to this story). We ended up cornered by a particularly violent pack of monsters, and not knowing what to do, I utilized my ability, which was fortunately very effective... and, unfortunately, just as distinctive as I’d expected it to be. T blew up at me, started to call me a liar, and referred to me by my old codename, which really hurt and brought back painful memories. I tried to explain that I really wasn’t here to hurt or spy on anyone, but he wouldn’t have it, and neither would A (side note: apparently this is how I get told that their bickering was ‘as a joke’ and that they are actually married. Would have been nice to have been told that, but whatever). Both of them accused me of working to sabotage them or ruin their lives, which, while not something I think my government is inherently above, is not my job and never was, and I wouldn’t want to do it willingly if it were. L stated that she was going to have to contact my superiors about this, and E started to act super scared of me on the basis that I ‘reminded them of someone who hurt them’ (they have a lot of memories wiped, and the ones they’ve recovered are usually really big and not to be ignored). None of them wanted to talk to me after this. I tried to ask M what I should do, but she didn’t have anything to say to help. 

I went back to the clinic after this and told my side of the story to R, who said that he understands my confusion, and says that most of them are kind of overreacting, but that I have to imagine it from T’s perspective, and I just... don’t really see how anything I’ve learned could be used to hurt him? It was probably already known intel anyway. But I feel really bad – everyone has been so welcoming of me here, and I don’t want them to think I’m here to hurt them or the people they care for. Should I have dug my heels in further when I was told to come here? AITA? 

(OOC: [jigsaw voice] hello mutual of mine who follows this blog. it's your friend, the guy who made these wizard school blorbos. before you is the list of characters in this AITA. your task is to correctly identify the signature color of each of them. if you fail, i... actually i didn't think this far ahead, so you won't receive any punishment either way i guess. you have one week. good luck.)