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[blueberrybeomgyu]

perv classmate!beomgyu drabble *ೃ༄

+*:🍪:*﹤warnings : 18+ mdni, mentions of pillow/desk humping, masturbation, beomgyu kinda has stalker tendences but it's nothing serious he just likes looking at you, he also has sub tendeces bc that's the way my account rolls ong / masterlist

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classmate!beomgyu who stares at you from across the lecture hall, his pants tightening at the way your eyebrows furrow when you're focused, how your tongue pokes the inside of your cheek, how you carefully apply your lipgloss, and god how sticky your lips look after, it gets him feeling insane, but he can't tear his eyes away, willing his hips to stay still under his desk where they're threatening to grind against the air

and it's so embarrassing, he has to carefully choose a seat that's not near a lot of people, so no one has to witness his fucked-out state just from looking at you, but he has to be close enough that he can admire the way your hair frames your face.

you never look at him, probably don't even know he exists, but he thinks about you the rest of the day, in his remaining classes, in the food court when he's supposed to be hanging with his friends, and when he finally gets back to his apartment, he can't even make it to his room, nearly tripping over his pants in a hurry to get them off, and he collapses on the couch, hand stuffed in his boxers and fisting his cock roughly, daydreaming about the sticky kisses you'd leave around his neck

he needs you soo bad, it's gotten to the point where his hand isn't enough, grinding desperately on pillows, on the corner of his desk, on the arm of the couch, but it's never enough, even if he gets off, he's thinking about you again almost immediately, hard and insatiable

he starts failing his class because he's never paying attention, always distracted by you, but he knows you excel at the subject -- your answers are always right when you raise your hand, and you've gotten plenty of compliments from the professor during class.

he knows you take a minute to leave the classroom afterward, waiting patiently until the professor is done talking to pack up your things. you're never in a hurry to leave, and beomgyu wonders if you'd be that patient with him. he hangs around like he usually does, stealing glances to watch you pack your supplies, how you put certain things in certain pockets, and catches up to you just as youre walking out the door

he stutters around a greeting and almost forgets what he was planning to say when you smile brightly at him, glossy lips shining and tempting. he struggles to get the words out, but he gets there, explaining how he's been struggling in the subject, and wants to know if you'd ever have the time to tutor him. his jaw almost drops to the ground when you say yes kindly, that you can help him whenever. you give him your number, and he gives you his apartment address, and tries to act very normal about the smell of your vanilla perfume, so potent with you right next to him.

when you guys are settled around his coffee table, he tries to wrap his head around the fact that you're in his space, taking up room in his home. he tries his best to listen as you teach him, soaking up the praising words you give him when he gets answers right -- "you're so good at this, you have nothing to worry about." and yes, you are so patient with him when he gets them wrong, telling him "good try, you'll get it next time, yeah?"

you guys set up a date for next session, and beomgyu watches you round the corner to leave his apartment building for your "safety" but he really just can't take his eyes off you, and when you're out of sight, he's hurrying back into his apartment, claiming the spot you were just sitting in, nearly moaning at how strong your perfume is, still hanging in the air as he fucks his fist dumbly, imagining how you'd praise him, how your "good try" would be condescending, teasing if you saw the way he's been struggling to cum.

but the strong scent of you in his living room gets him there, pulling multiple orgasms out of himself cause he just can't stop, can't get you out of his mind no matter what he does.

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a/n : longer one for u guys since it's the weekend, hopefully next friday i can post a full fic cause im currently working on like four lol, trying to get on a lil bit of a schedule so i don't run out of content tehe <3

[tsarjozinzbazin]

*SLAMS DEBIT CARD WITH A NEGATIVE BALANCE ON IT* 💥💳💥💳💥💳💥💳💥 MOR COLD LIEUTENANTS PEASE

OKOK SORRY 🙏🙏🙏

this is what they look like to me sorry (Ned is a porcupine)

[shhhsecretsideblog]

I thought of the unthinkable in that moment. What I was about to do would cause you more pain on top of the labor and ring of fire that would take you soon.

This wasn't the romantic or intimate birth either of us had imagined, but it was the one we were having. We're an hour away from making the descent and this is my last resort. The small pushes you were giving slowly increased in strength as your body took the reigns of the birth of our baby. The counter pressure I provided was the only thing slowing it down. Your entire body heaves between the short reprieves, the quickly tightens and shakes with resistance

"Your doing so well, babe. You're being so strong," I kiss you on the cheek and hold your hand tight.

You barely respond in anything more than a muted moan as you lose another struggle to your body demanding strong pushes. The head is filling your canal to the point I can feel your crotch bulge against my hand.

"Need...out..." You say through barely parted lips. Your sweat soaked shirt twists with your belly. "It stings, oh babe it burns. I-I-"

Your voice slips into a silent weep.

I grit my teeth and look away from your struggling body. I cup my hand around the small sliver of the crown. This baby wasn't going to be born on this plane if I could help it.

Each contraction unravels you further, yet I keep my hand steady to hold our baby in. I can't let your whimpering undo me now when we've come so far.

I continue to hold it there as the plane begins to come to life with activity and your begging becomes more audible. The descent is about to begin.

[Part I] [Part II]

I could barely breathe, barely think. Everything was on fire… stretching, burning, squeezing. I wanted to throw up; I wanted fresh air; I wanted to push, but I wanted to keep this baby in until we landed… My wants didn’t matter though, this baby, our baby, was working on their own schedule.

The lights in the aircraft came on and crew began their routine checks throughout the cabin, getting the plane ready to land.

“You’re doing so well sweetheart. Just half an hour to go until we land.” You whisper softly in my ear.

“I c-can’t do it…” I sob, my sweaty hair falling across my face. “H-hurts… so b-bad… mnnnghh… is the baby nearly o-out?”

I don’t notice the hesitation in your voice when you assure me the baby is not nearly out and that we have plenty of time. It certainly didn’t feel like it…. My eyes were watering with the pain, I’d been pushing so hard, I don’t know how the baby wasn’t crowning by now. I would have moved my hands to feel but they were gripped so tight on each arm rest I daren’t let go, it was the only thing keeping me semi-grounded and held off my screaming.

“We need to put your seatbelt back on honey.” You said fearfully. “And put your chair back upright.”

“You can’t be- hoooo- serious! I’m trying not to have a baby here and you wanna mnnnghh move me?!” I grit through my teeth.

“Yes, we’re so close, nearly home. Just a little bit longer I promise.” You say gently. “Are you having a contraction or can I move my hand? You can’t push when my hand isn’t there okay?”

“Ooooh okay, yeah go - do it.” I panted.

Moving the chair was easy enough but the time it took to get the seatbelt over my heavy swell another contraction was already happening.

“Mnnnnnnghhh gotta-pushhhhh!” I grunted, my body contorting as it pushed the baby further out and I felt it reach a full crown.

“No babe don’t!” You tried to say but my chin was already on my chest, hair falling over my face, as I pushed again with all my strength.

“Is everything alright?” Came the voice of an air steward from the aisle.

With my head dipped it wasn’t obvious I was a woman deep in labour and actively pushing, so it was easy for you to assure the crew member everything was fine and that I was just a little tired and unwell.

Despite my pushing the baby stayed at full crown, stuck by the tight denim of my shorts. I pushed and grunted again, gasping for breath and begging you to help me.

[blushweddinggowns]

"You look stupid as all hell right now."

"You look stupid as all hell right now," Mike snorted as he watched Robin touch up Steve's eyeliner, "You know that right?"

"It's called romance, you ass," Steve hissed, flipping him off while dutifully keeping his head still, "Who invited you anyway?"

"Your better half."

Steve rolled his eyes but he didn't correct him. He was right anyway, "Isn't it a school night? Are you allowed to be out this late? What would your mom think, knowing you were wasting your precious brain power on Halloween parties-"

"I'm in college you fucking dick!"

That struck a nerve. Steve smirked, good. The little shit deserved it.

"And done!" Robin announced before either of them could throw anymore insults, "I think you look good, way sexier than Tim Curry, for sure. Mike come with me to go get Nancy for a second opinion. You obviously can't be trusted."

Mike huffed, mumbling something under his breath before both of them left the room. Steve was pretty damn sure Eddie had sent him in as a spy because despite all of his reassurances, he still didn't believe that Steve was going to follow through on this stupid costume. But here he was, adjusting his fish net stockings while examining himself in the mirror.

He looked...decent. Which was better than he had been expecting. The make-up wasn't as cartoonish as the movie, something that he hoped Eddie would appreciate. In all honesty, Steve was going to take no criticisms for how he put the whole thing together, Eddie was lucky it was happening at all. Not that he would but still. Though if Steve had to guess, Eddie was going to be a fan. He better fucking be a fan, considering how he'd been asking for this forever.

They'd been together five years. Five fantastic, wonderful years. And four Halloweens with Steve laughing in his face whenever he brought up the Rocky Horror Picture show as costume inspiration. But this year...Steve didn't know. Eddie had just looked...extra desperate this time, needy in a way that Steve just couldn't say no to.

So now here he was, moments away from going downstairs to entertain all of their new and old friends for hours on end, all while wearing a corset.

The things he did for love.

"Knock, knock," Eddie's voice called from the other side of the door, like he could just smell that Steve was alone, "You decent in there Stevie?"

"Not exactly?" Steve called back, still frowning in the mirror, "But you can come in. Just lock it behind you."

Steve didn't look up when Eddie waltzed in, but he did hear his little sharp intake of breath.

"Holy shit," Eddie mumbled, bordering on a whimper as he came up behind Steve. He wrapped his arms around his waist, locking eyes with him through the mirror, "You look..."

"Stupid as hell?" Steve answered for him, smiling a little at how flushed Eddie's face already was. Damn, maybe this thing wasn't that bad after all if it could make him look like that.

Eddie shook his head, swallowing once before breathing out, "I was going to say beautiful. Gorgeous. Breath-taking. Extremely attractive-"

"Okay, okay, I get it!" Steve laughed, turning around in his arms. He wrapped them around Eddie's neck, pulling him down for a quick kiss, "I'm glad you like it so much. In fact, I'll even let you take it off later tonight."

Steve thought that would have been a good deal, but it made Eddie frown, "Later? But we can-"

"We can what?" Steve interrupted, "Have sex with all of our adopted children downstairs waiting for us? I don't think so."

But Eddie wasn't done begging. He was even starting to bring out the wet, puppy dog eyes, the manipulative little shit, "B-But I can be quick. I can fix your make-up after. I can-"

"Nope," Steve laughed, pulling away from him with a little smirk, "You made your bed. Now lie in it."

Eddie nearly looked like he was gonna cry, the little drama queen, "I...I didn't think this through, did I?"

Steve grinned, leaning up to kiss his cheek before going to the door. He looked back at him, his smile getting a little bigger at the desperate look on his face.

Maybe he did look like an idiot in the bizarre get-up, but Steve didn't care. Not when it had Eddie rushing to follow him out.

[whump-queen]

Can you please choke Seven pretty please 🥺

you got it babe <33

Strangled Words

Seven Masterlist

Tags: choking, asphyxiation, servant/slave whump, physical abuse, fainting, restraints, alcohol, past sexual coercion mentioned.  Words: 2k

(This can be read as a stand-alone piece, but takes place during the University arc)

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“No— No wait— What’s wrong— I’m sorry!!”

“Shut the fuck up.” 

Wes was back from the bars early tonight. Seven hadn’t expected it. Immediately when he heard the door slam, he knew something was very wrong.

Wes’ eyes were on him before he could hide, cornering him just past the main staircase.

Wes was taking his time spitting out whatever it was, leaning back against the bannister, arms crossed. The pose would read as casual to anyone who wasn’t Seven. 

“They told me everything tonight, you know,” Wes was rarely so deadpan—it put Seven even more on edge. “And you’re in trouble.”

Seven’s stomach dropped. Oh god, what had he done? He unconsciously stepped back, not sure where he was headed but satisfied with anywhere else at all, with the way Wes was looking at him right now. 

Wes stalked towards him, eyes burning. “I heard all about that little stunt you pulled last weekend.” 

“I don’t— I don’t know what you mean, sir—please I—“

Seven stumbled back, tripping on the edge of the coffee table and landing in a heap on the floor. 

“You’re gonna play dumb. Okay. You think I didn’t see proof? They showed me fucking pictures."

Pictures of what?? Seven was panicking more and more with every word that came out of Wes’ mouth.  Immediately, he tried to scramble back up. He did not want Wes to get him on the ground so easily. Seven had been there enough times to know he never lasted long after that. They weren’t exactly in the same weight-class. 

His mind was racing. He thought back to that last weekend. What little he could remember. God, which parties had happened last weekend? He remembered waking up in the upstairs ensuite bathtub wearing one pink fuzzy handcuff. He remembered a Sunday morning slice of room-temperature pepperoni pizza. He remembered cleaning Wes’ entire place by himself with a terrible skull-splitting hangover. He remembered leaning against the walls when the nausea got too bad. None of this seemed too out of the ordinary.

He rose on unsteady feet, the back of his knee seared from where it’d bashed into the table. He realized he was shaking. 

Wes stalked towards him with a dangerous expression, forcing Seven to shuffle back towards the paned glass wall. 

“You think you can just take whatever you want? Take what’s mine?” 

“No! No I didn’t— I- I wasn’t —“ 

Seven didn’t even know what he was being accused of. He hadn’t taken anything, he thought earnestly. He raked his mind through his memories, searching for what he might’ve taken, anything that might’ve angered him.

He just needed a moment. A moment to breathe. A moment to explain. 

“Please sir,” he pleaded, “Please you have to listen—“

Wes’ hand clapped him hard across the face. He let out a gasp of pain, the surprise in his voice rang high pitched and clear despite the fact that he should’ve expected it. Wes was clearly in no listening mood. 

“I don’t have to do shit you tell me to. Got that?” Wes reached for his belt. Seven flinched, hands raising protectively to his face.  

“On your fucking knees.”

Seven’s knees hit the floor before he processed the words. 

“Please, sir,—I-I can explain—” Why was he still talking? Seven was beyond desperate now, pleading that Wes would just wait a moment before doing whatever horrible thing he was about to do. 

Several horrible things flashed through Seven’s mind as he watched Wes tug the belt from its buckle and slide it out from his overpriced jeans. Would he whip him with it? He hoped it would be the leather side. It’d take so much longer to heal if Wes hit him with the buckle. He’d be useless for weeks. Or forced to work injured. More injured than usual. 

He was so focused on the belt that he forgot to fear Wes himself for a moment, and caught the hard sting of reality when Wes backhanded him on the other side of his face. 

Seven’s head snapped to the side. The force of it stole the breath from his lungs—a sharp exhale and a small, choked cry. 

“You should know where your fucking hands go.” 

The moment the room stopped slurring, Seven twisted his arms tightly behind his back. One hand gripping the other wrist, just to make sure. 

“Yes, sir,” he said, like a trapped, scared animal. 

Wes twisted the belt in his hands, shifting his weight and studying it, feeling it. 

Seven knelt, petrified. He had done what Wes had asked. He was being good. He just needed to explain. Whatever this was, he was sure it was a misunderstanding.

But he didn’t speak. He’d been hit enough times to know Wes didn’t want him to talk. 

Wes walked behind him. Seven knew better than to turn his head and try to look. But he heard—felt his footsteps. He always felt Wes’ footsteps. Like his ears were trained to perk up when Wes stalked down a hallway or paced a room. 

Or when they were approaching. Right now—his feet were approaching. 

Seven felt Wes’ hands around his wrists. He stared at the floor. He didn’t dare move his head. 

So that’s what the belt is for, some relieved part of him thought. The part that wanted this to be over. That wanted this to be easy. 

But it was never easy. It was never what he’d predicted either. 

He’d predicted the belt. What he felt was the cold bite of metal. Heard that chilling, unmistakable zipping sound as he felt the handcuffs cinch behind him.

Seven’s heart was pounding. Wes had made them tight. He knew better than to complain. Seven let his fingers tangle together, determined not to yank on the cuffs and cut off his own circulation. After all, he had no idea how long Wes was going to keep him like this. 

Seven kept still as Wes’ shoes came into view again. Clean. Expensive. Some brand Seven probably couldn’t even pronounce. 

He glanced up when he saw the belt again. Still twisting in Wes’ hands. 

“Oh you’re wondering what this is for, right?” Wes was snide, there was something darker to him, more hateful than his usual mocking tone and cheating grin. 

“Glad you asked. I’m finally going to get a confession out of you.”

“For—for what, sir?” Seven cursed the way his voice trembled. 

Faster than he could blink, Wes slapped him hard enough to make the last two feel like love taps. It was a perfect angle, right down from the cheekbone to the edge of his jaw. Bright white flashed across Seven’s vision and he cried out, its force toppling him over. With no arms to catch himself, he landed roughly on his shoulder. He cursed the marble floor. Apart from Wes himself, it had probably caused him the most bruises lately.

He blinked the flashing out of his eyes and shrank in on himself, panting, trying to recover from the past few hits before Wes inevitably made it worse. He felt them blooming atop one another—broken capillaries pulsating on his cheeks, bleeding together like melding colors of paint. If Wes could just stop hitting him in the same damn spots.

“For what,” Wes’ voice was bitter poison. “Are you fucking serious right now?”* He kicked Seven hard in the ribs before gripping his hair and yanking his head up. 

“The FUCK do you think??” Wes’ eyes were wide, his anger edged with something raw—frantic, almost. It wasn’t just his usual brand of assholery. There was something real beneath it this time, in his own Wes sort of way. Gone was the awful smirk, the smug amusement. He was actually pissed.

“This is why I have to take drastic measures with you, you know,” he spat. “Because you think you can just sneak around behind my back and play dumb and I won’t fucking notice anything?” 

Seven was silent— he was watching the belt in Wes’ hands. It was more than a prop now. Wes was stepping forward—belt unfurled. Seven tried to pull his head away, but without use of his arms, and stuck down on his knees, there was little he could do to stop Wes from grabbing him hard, from looping the belt around his throat and yanking it tight. 

“I’m gonna fucking skin you. You really are as stupid as you look.”

Seven didn’t move, didn’t breathe. His eyes locked onto Wes—wide, glassy, trembling—like a single blink might give him away. 

“Fine. Fuck you. I’ll spell it out.”

Wes leaned in, his voice slow and deliberate, like he was explaining basic math to a brick wall.

“Last weekend. The Spring Wreckers pregame. You. And. Brie.”

Seven’s eyes went wide. He remembered that night. Pieces of it. It wasn’t— it wasn’t his choice. Wes had to understand it wasn’t his choice.

“No—wait—sir please you don’t under—“ a tight cinch of the belt cut him off, leaving him choking on dead air, words lost, trapped in his throat. 

“You really thought you could get one up on me didn’t you,” Wes’ gaze burned into him, the stench of bourbon on his breath stung Seven’s eyes. 

“You thought you could be soo fucking sneaky. Take her to the back closet and have your little seven minutes in fucking heaven???”

Wes cinched it tighter. 

“No-noo!—” Seven’s voice was a sharp cry, but another tug shrank it to a hoarse, frantic whisper. “Please—p-please sir— It wasn’t—“ 

Seven choked on his own words as the leather dug in, tightening around his throat like a boa constrictor. 

“I—I didn’t—  – Please—“  Seven choked out with the last of his effort, before Wes yanked the belt even tighter and took Seven’s voice away completely—just like that. He was left mouthing uselessly, silent pleas dying in his throat.

Seven tried not to panic, but his vision was starting to darken at the corners—a hazy vignette gifted by his brain’s lack of oxygen. Seven tried to gasp, but his throat made nothing but pathetic choking sounds. 

Pressure. Pressure in his head. Air. He needed air. But most of all he needed blood. Without blood sending oxygen to his brain, he wouldn’t last much longer. He knew how this worked. That didn't make him panic any less, though. Didn't stop his thoughts from fizzling at the edges until they reduced completely to a single burning point, every fiber of it screaming for oxygen. 

Seven pleaded with his eyes—begged through the blur of tears for air, for release, for Wes to shut the fuck up and listen for once. It was an accident— they’d gotten him drunk—wasted—and Brie had yanked him in by the collar of his shirt that night—she’d dragged him into that closet. He hadn’t had any choice. 

He never did. Not when it came to Brie, or Wes, or anyone, it seemed. 

But of course Wes wasn’t having any of it. 

“Enough with the fucking excuses. You’re gonna confess to everything you did or I’m gonna choke you ‘til you pass out for real this time. And then I'm gonna do it again.” 

It was lost on Seven’s rapidly waning mind how he was meant to confess to anything while being choked half to death. 

That was the last thing he thought before he passed out. 

✧ ✧ ✧

Seven awoke to a sharp kick in the ribs. 

“Wake up.”

His eyes snapped open at the sudden pain. He gasped, trying to remember what had just happened. His head was pounding.

Wes tried again, and, dissatisfied when he got no response further than a faint groan, Seven felt that familiar yank, that tightening around his throat—he knew what to expect but he still hated it. 

That pain was still hammering away inside his skull. He begged in his mind that Wes wouldn’t make him get up. Not right now. Not yet. Please. 

But the yank came again, harder this time. He groaned until the belt tightened further and rendered him silent. Wes yanked him up by the neck, forcing Seven to follow until he was back in a kneeling position. 

Seven didn’t fight it. There was no point. It was obey or be choked out again. Obey and breathe.

His shoulders ached in their position, still locked back by the cuffs. One side burning from collapsing on the floor again. He felt numbness in his fingers. Deep rings would be forming around his wrists by now, he could feel it. 

How long had he been out? 

He decided he’d rather not think about it, and let his head fall forward, exhausted. 

Wrong move, apparently, because it granted him a tight fist in his hair and Wes yanking his head up to face him. 

“Now that you’ve had your beauty rest, let’s try this one more time. You’re gonna tell me everything. And then I’m going to teach you a lesson that will make you never want to touch her ever again.” 

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[iamhereinthebg]

Hiii, I really your art! Do you have any aus or fics?

Heyaaa! Thank you sm Anon I am so glad to hear that!

For Aus, my main one is a canon divergent one where the Mysteries know each other (it doesn't follow a precize timeline, they mostly just vibe in a white void)

And for more infos on old aus I answered an ask a looong time ago: here (I still really vibe with mysteryFam and AfterLife au)

I also have some shared aus with my friend @mari-lair where we basically just go insane on random aus AidaIro did illustrations for (Bee au and Magical Girl Au my beloved)

I have others aus I don't plan on really sharing for now (I can barely be active here at all dshkdjs) but maybe one day I am not sure

And for Fics I never wrote any in my life (at least in english and I never finished any ahah) but I started one really recently that could also be considered an au. A super indulgent canon divergent fic.

Where Akane wakes up in an unknown place after the events of the red house, having fuzzy memories of what happened in the new timeline. He just wanna go back Home.

And that's the idea for now and if you follow this blog a little of course you know which character he will meet on his journey (spoilers alert: the mystery kids ofc, I plan to make Akane and Shijima interact sm omg)

I don't think I will post it (my writing english is a disaster it's so obvious that the sentences were thought in half another language/half english ahah) but I plan to do some illustrations for it when I can :DD I am kinda excited for this one for now ^^

Thank you again for the ask Anon!

[oddsconvert]

Ik you like captivity but I also really like it when the Whumpee is technically free. But not rlly. Cuz no matter where they go Whumper will be there. Always. - Entity

Y E S!

Underrated trope is whumpee being free but not! Or or or captive in their own home (GOD - I love that!). They can still go out to work, to meet friends mayhaps, go to the gym - but Whumper has complete and utter control over them. Trackers, curfews, Whumper is stalking them everywhere and making sure they don't pull a fast one. Their 'home' doesn't feel like home anymore.

[halestrom]

ABSOLUTELY want to ask about silver springs please please please - tornadeoqueen x

tagging ur account so you see it @tornadeoqueen

BUT this is my icemav opus if i ever actually get to writing it. i LOVE silver springs. the 1997 live recording is everything to me. the way stevie knicks is staring at lindsey as she sings so good.

but basically, it's icemav through the ages and ice is there. he wants to be with mav. and mav knows it. but mav just cannot let himself have it. because he's broken right, he lost goose and he never went to therapy bc he was in the navy in the 80's/90's/00's/today and well yeah. so hes never dealt with it. and ice is fine. he can handle it. he has his life, he has his career, and he keeps just having these moments with mav.

and i have this idea, like kinda circa 2000's song lyric fics, where the song haunts ice in a way. he hates this song. because it's everything he feels. mav turns him down again and he gets in the car and he turns the radio on and

well, I know I could have loved you but you would not let me

and he just cannot get away and he also doesn't want to get away. and then like, he gets cancer, and it's fine except he gets in when hes in remission and

I'll follow you down 'til the sound of my voice will haunt you

and then the story will end with them getting together and it'll end with

oh, give me just a chance

so yeah. one day ill write itbut its the sort of fic i have in my head where ill need it to be perfect so i AM overthinking it a lot

[becausebuckley]

From your tags: "they think it does"

Pls tell us this excludes Ravi... and that there will be a Ravi pov snippet 🥺

happy to report that it does, in fact, exclude ravi! a ravi snippet isn’t currently planned, but an excellent idea actually… maybe a little companion fic… we shall see!!

here’s a little snippet with more ravi anyway, set slightly before the previous bit:

Somehow, this leads to them standing in front of the city hall with Ravi, fresh off a B-shift because the little fucker refuses to believe them that Gerrard is truly, finally, completely gone and A-shift is safe again, who’s chugging black coffee and looks like he’s either going to cry or fall asleep. Maybe both.

“Okay,” Ravi says slowly, “so you’re getting married to scam Buck’s family.”

“It’s not a scam,” Buck says indignantly. Like, okay, this probably isn’t what his grandmother meant for him to do, but none of the conditions say anything other than married. He thinks. He’s actually not sure, but he’s just gonna assume here, okay?

“It’s kind of a scam,” Eddie says, much more calmly. He sticks his hands in his pockets and leans back. “But Buck’s family – with the exception of Maddie – is pretty awful, and we don’t want the money to go to them. This way, he gets it.”

“But you’re not together.” Ravi stares at them. He’s making this sound really important. Buck doesn’t get it. “Like, you’re not dating. You’re not in love. You’re only doing this for the money.”

“Pretty much,” Buck says, because not in love isn’t a train of thought that gets him anywhere productive, like, ever, and he has plans for today. “But to get the money, we have to go to the reunion, and Maddie and Chimney will be there. And since Chimney can’t keep a secret-”

“-and our friends can’t keep secrets from Chimney-”

“-we can’t tell any of them. But you’re still on the B-shift,” you traitor, Buck adds in his head, but they kind of do need Ravi’s help, so he doesn’t want to antagonise him too much, “so we can tell you, which means that you can be our witness.”

Buck smiles. Eddie smiles.

Ravi, for reasons unbeknownst to Buck, doesn’t smile.

“Don’t they provide witnesses?” Ravi finally asks.

“They cost twenty dollars extra,” Eddie says for the third time that day. “I’m not paying twenty bucks for that shit.”

“If I pay the twenty bucks, can I go home?” Ravi asks.

Buck decides not to answer and just grabs him by the elbow and drags him into the building. Eddie hurries ahead of him to hold the door open.

[chasedeys]

i want you to yap about jj/koc!!!!! tell me what your fav headcanons are about them <3

THE WAYYYYYYY I HAVE YET TO ANSWER YOUR ASK ON THAT JOE HAREM AKDHSKSJSKSKSK sort of its not even really harem bc like. is it. legit. its in my drafts. waiting for me to yap. its so good. i have shit to say abt it. i literally want to branch abt ja’marr and tee for the wr room too. and treymarr LMAOOOO and chase for the rb room even if like. the rb room is kind of sad and i wanted to focus more on his poly insanity of the 23 rookies dragging big dick mike into it BUT let me answer this one first 😭 yeah…...

ANYWAYS. headcanons. um. i don't have much. FFJFJFJ let me direct you to my prev ask um....

god i don't even know much about their lore to actually like. expand my shit about them LMAO like. if i base shit from this one post i'd say like. ko being a whole completely new thing for justin. justin's previous coaches being?? not so well???? or like. not as invested or as into him or as developing as ko is even if he clearly has broken vikings records since he got into the vikings like christttt this man is talented and ko clearly knows how to use him.

as i said in that previous askkk ko being the one to be able to like. break apart justins numerous layers of 1) pr perfect (CARMENS ASK ON THIS IS INSANE BTW. WILL GET TO THAT AT SOME POINT ARGH) then 2) lashing out tiger claws etc etc then finally 3) the justin jefferson that gets to break down and stumble and fall and titter uncertainly and very much never to be seen on camera but!! ko gets for some fucking reason and that shit terrifies the ever living shit out of justin who the fuckkk does this guy think he is waltzing into his team with his warm smile and steady hands and certain gait and kind words and clever playbook and encouragement and acceptance. skittering away uncertainly at first when ko shows him this but come on now this is justin jefferson when has he ever run away from anything ever next thing you know he's marching right back to ko and re-introducing himself and boom. charmed and being charming and i don't think he's ever going to let go of ko ever and i don't think ko's ever letting go of him ever lmao.

as ive said ko is like. incredibly soft, such a players coach, that time where he told sam to step away for a sec just to say he was proud of him?? and that clip of him to the side staring at his team hauling sam up oh my godddd. and also again based on this one post ive seen ages ago and ingrained to my fucking head about them its like. it's so fucking FUNNYYYYYY to me. how koc has legitimately mentioned justin has a great smile 😭 i have no idea if he's mentioned it some other times before probably tbfh but. that's so sweet 😭 justin DOES have a pretty smile……the prettiest thing about him dare i say……thank you coach kevin o'connell for mentioning this in actual to everyone in an official article for real lmao SORRY got distracted but. he's so sweet. so kind with his words. and so soft. and just soooo??? so easy to fall for so it took justin like. days. fucking DAYS. for him to just. starts wobbling. eyes to starts skittering away when ko tries catching his gaze. a whole week of just adjusting to new feelings before he starts to snap his spine back into himself because he's justin fucking jefferson and boom he's flirting right back (not that like. ko flirts intentionally at times 😭 they're both just. such natural unintentional flirts at times its a travesty to their team theyve learned to just. live with it. their social media team delights and despair it.).

and i think about ko is that he's like. incredibly charmed by justin. so fucking amazed by his talent. who the fuckkkk works like him. who breaks records like justin jefferson. unable to stop himself from just. gaping. eyes wide everytime he sees justin catch a ball. eyes following his figure running across the field. ears ringing knowing he has to navigate and call a play call a name call something but fuck he's just focused on how justin's smiling how he's swinging around his hips laughing with jordan and practically gleaming underneath the stadium lights. pretty. fucking gone for him. also. great smile. stilllll so stuck on him mentioning justin's smile alkfkasf soooo funny god crying at this.

also: comparing yet again ja'marr and justin. competency kink 😔 justin being soooo horny for ko's offensive schemes and all his coaching abilities and hey he has thrown with justin right so like. well.

the flirting. ive talked a bit here mostly as comparison to joemarr's preschool ass shy unable-to-meet-eyes flirting. they are soooo. fucking. Shameless. how the fuck. no really but they are upfront about it they look at each other straight in the eyes and giggle at each other and tilt their chins provocatively and just say shit. whatever the fucking words are positively DOUSED with flirty energy. they can be talking about the fucking weather, routes and plays, or even taking the most humongous most disgusting most gut-wrenching shit of their lives ever and it would still sound like they're flirting about ferris wheel dates and candle-lit dinner and fucking on a bed of roses. sorry but 😭. if you listen to any bit of mic'ed up moments between them, or interviewed moments between them, it's genuinely crazy it's like. they can't help themselves. they're natural flirts?? around other people but when they meet each other they up the fucking ante to about 10000000000 billion watt so. either you get used to it or you just. skedaddle out of sheer uncomfortableness. dare i say that their team has gotten so fucking used to it 😭 dare i say that that shit is contagious and now a whole lot of them especially the influenceable rookies are following their footsteps. vikings.....oh boy.......every time i see practice vids its crazy btw there's always a moment of ko just having to pop by and just like nudge at justin and justin just like blooms under his gaze its so cute they're so cute 😭

there's also this LMAOOOOO no but really. how many times do you think has kevin o'connell stumbled in his words and like. physically. because justin jamal jefferson just could not fucking help himselffffff oh my god. what is the fucking matter with him 😭😭 who STARES like that at their coaches.....justin motherfucking jefferson that's who. ko yapping gesturing with his cup like justin isn’t giving him ecchi fuck me eyes you’re definitely stronger than me 😔✊ but really does justin do this shit on purpose or. or...

also ehe i know you asked for hcs but like. would u like more of um. i did a little bit of fic idea of them fake dating once here and am still so enamored by it so:

koc/jj - constantly getting the vibes of ‘he fuckeddd that old mannn’ when i see gifs of those two with jj just being 🥰😘💞🎀💓🌸💖💝🩰🌷 aughguhgh outrageous levels of besotted he’s WORKING he’s GETTING HIS MAN he’s FLIRTING hes using EVERY weapon in his disposal (competency, beauty, babygirlism, etc) you have to respect that shit. stupid fic idea that won’t leave my head is of them getting into a scandal caught by paparazzi romantic ass dinner holding hands and ending the night clubbing close but they really aren’t anything at that time but ahaha you get where I’m going with this right FAKE DATING!!! except this isn’t really feasible bc lets be real a coach dating his player = fired. period. or the player traded to a different team which. WHICH. but theyre both like invaluable to the vikings so they just go ok fake dating have at it (that makes zero sense but whatever). anyway super fun idea can’t lie justin upping his cutesy lovey schtick and koc quietly dying from it. joe legit reaches out like 'ur not being coerced or anything right' while jamarrs like 'get that silver dickkkk' (hes like 39 but whatever) etc etc.

the joemarr double date 😭 can you imagineeeee joe and ja'marr squinting suspiciously at ko smiling serenely at them and justin squinting suspiciously back at the two im crying as i picture this

ko begins just. charming the ever living shit out of them. and ja'marr is somehow the one who can't fucking unbend because. he was all for it at first?? like oh!! justinnn??? coachfucker justin jefferson lmaaoooooo???? no really he was brutal about it justin has to briefly block his number because oh my god 'marr shut the fuck uppppp but then. he actually sees justin with ko and boom. every single protective bone in his body is bricking the fuck uppppp and now justin has to call off attack guard dog ja'marr chase from ripping ko to shreds 😭 joe, who has like. the slightest idea that this might happen is just. going along for the ride at this point, hooking his ankle around ja'marr's under the table to help calm him the fuck down and keep him from lunging across the table and making sure to keep stealing the prawns off ja'marr's plate so ja'marr gets distracted and pissy at him instead of like. interrogating ko on his ancestry and credit scores and history of animal abuse who knows at this point where ja'marr's mind has gone to. justin straight up tries to stand up to strangle ja'marr one time and ko just casually brings up an arm to tug him into his side and justin settles huffily into him and. joemarr gets sharp. their eyes sharpen. zero in on the minuscule space between the two. ja'marr gets quiet. drinks his wine and tucks closer to joe too like. damn okay then fuck. joe chuckles quietly and pinches at his thigh and tells him to let up for fucks sakeeee and the dinner goes smoother finally and ja'marr finallyyyyy laughs at kos jokes 😭👍 needles at him about who's the better receiver just to be annoying and test him out a little if he answers ja'marr he isn't appreciating justin the fuck if he answers justin he doesn't know shit and if he answers neither he’s way too fucking evasive and that’s not good at all the fuck but joe gracefully saves the day by just moving the entire conversation around (throwing peas subtly at justin so he'd shut the fuck up too god why are nearly all his wide receivers like this)

(after the dinner waving goodbye to joemarr driving away in an uber ko bends down to press his forehead to the back of justin's neck and just. heaves out a sigh so heavy like. oh my god. why the fuck is ja'marr chase so intimidating. and justin's laughing at him making his body shake with him saying yeah isn't he the sweetest with the worlds just. fondest fucking voice and kos hugging him from behind feeling so pleased he gets to be accepted by the two boys justin has anchored himself so thoroughly during college and refused to let go to this day auguhughga LSU TRIO MY BELOVEDDDDD 😭)

ko and joe bondingggg aaaaaaa about like. qb stuff 😭 am so shit at football stuff i cannot even expand on this shit LMAOO but like. strategies. plays. cadences. the chiefs dynasty and nfl rules maybe lmao. the state of the nfl commissioners and schedule making and shit rules and penalties and how they can make them better maybe who knows certainly not me 😇 and jjmarr egging them on to say the more foulest shit they usually keep under pr perfect wrap and justin gleefully letting go of his perfect pr image to just shit talkkkk with ja'marr god that's cute the idea he can be freeee with ja'marrrr aaaa

fighting over the check lmao ko pays btw which is. who gets paid more players or coaches. players? i feel like its players. but ko gets sneaky and somehow pays the entire thing. joe, who usually is the sneakiest and pays for shit like this is very impressed. justin behind is like. glittering in smugness. ja'marr is also quietly impressed ofc.

okay so this is more of like. the joemarr double date over the fake dating aspect 😭 i literally have 0 ideas for the fake dating damn youuuu brainnnn workkkkkkkk argrhrgrhrhhrhh

okay. bye....im out 😭

[ragnarokhound]

for the au ask game—dimension or time travel au? 👀

For the AU ask game!

Ohhh this kind of au is always so fun because there's literally infinite directions to take this OwO the question for me becomes what would be the most fun/interesting time or sideways universe to send them (and if only one goes back in time, or both of them 👀) or what alternate reality would it be the most galvanizing for them to see... 👀

Oh. I know. I'm still in my cups over saltwateroracle AKA @n1ightw1ng's Arkham Knight Jason dimension hopping au so...

Five fun facts from a dimension hopping au I'd write:

Your choice of comics verse Jason and Tim who don't get along, enemies to coworkers style. But ala The Long Way Home (excellent fic btw everyone who cares about Jason and Tim's relationship whether romantic or platonic please go read it) they get warped together to Arkhamverse and don't realize it. At first.

Separately, they meet their arkhamverse counterparts. Jason nearly get blown up by Arkham Knight Jason, Tim has no idea what to make of his double being married? To? Babs? They meet back up and go 'you thought YOUR double was weird'

'you thought your double was weird, wait til you get a load of fucking BRUCE.' 'Is the batmobile? A tank??' Jason gets very sus of the 'suppressive rounds' Arkham Bruce fires at the mercenaries. Tim gets very sus of the whole ass people he's got stashed away at the batcave lmao

Arkham Bruce is running on such severely fucked up fumes that it makes them actively miss their own Bruce back home. They help him with rounding up Riddler and Scarecrow and with handling the thorny Arkham Knight problem, but absolutely are going to get betrayed 'for their own good' (or because Bruce doesn't trust them) eventually. So they find themselves leaning more and more on each other as the only familiar and trustworthy face in this fucked up dark clown maze version of Gotham

Things end better because of their influence than in the game (something something cure for jokerism something something Arkham Knight Jason gets catharsis/reconciliation and a shock blanket and some soup) and they get themselves home ASAP and everything 100% goes back to normal and they definitely will not be talking about how Tim totally kissed Jason when they thought they were going to die at the end there, nuh uh, no way, Tim has very important debriefings to write byyyye--

(Bonus fun fact: Bruce is very confused but ultimately accepts the out-of-the-blue check ins/hugs he receives from Tim and Jason with aplomb. He reads Tim's report and goes 'Ah. Yes, dimension hopping will do that to a motherfucker'. He can't follow-up with either of them though, for some reason they've both gone dark for a week. Together. At the same safehouse. Hm. Better to leave that one alone, he thinks.)

[plusultraetc]

practice all your worst mistakes, please!

I talked about this one a little bit here (SORRY I AM GETTING TO THESE SO SLOWLY) but I usually (always) have something else to say!

so I actually shared this snippet before when I made the wings poll. it still makes me laugh, but it's been cut from the final fic because I fear it strays too far into crack territory. for some reason, I keep writing myself into corners when it comes to talking about The Wings--I managed to keep them out of 'there's no good tricks but old ones' almost entirely, but they really want to be in this fic lol. I DO THINK that if anyone was going to call Hawks out on 'using telekinesis to give himself literal wings,' it would be Shinsou 'observe, assume, and provoke' Hitoshi. I feel like he would catch on to the whole 'wow, you've really made this your whole identity, huh?' without even realizing the minefield he's stumbled into 😬

[greenleaf4stuff]

The game is Seven Minutes in Heaven. Which two characters are you shoving in the closet together and how do they pass their seven minutes? Give me three rounds of this game (three pairings, repeats ok)

Hi @whenimaunicorn and thank you so much for your ask! :D Oh that is a very interesting thing to consider. I slightly deviated from the original premise in the 1st one I think, I hope that's okay! Also this got a little longer than I anticipated, so I am using a cut to put my ideas behind to protect everyone else's dashboards.

The pairings are:

Adar/Celebrimbor (canon divergence!AU)

Adar/Elrond (modern!AU)

Adar/Celebrimbor (modern!AU)

Adar/Celebrimbor (canon divergence!AU)

They end up hiding in a storage closet/ shove themselves into a tiny space together while hiding from Sauron as they try to flee Eregion together; Adar has snuck into the city to steal the elf right from under Sauron's nose and Brimby has been *very* happy to go with him. 'You don't have to carry me, I'll come willingly. In fact, we should hurry up, I know a way we can take-'

They have to wait out guards and a pissed off Sauron hurrying by the closet multiple times, the shouting outside getting increasingly loud and strained with anger.

Adar is trying to keep the smith quiet, maybe he even places a hand over his mouth and steps close to stop him from wriggling around so much. They cannot get caught! Meanwhile Celebrimbor is so very intrigued by the mysterious 'elf' who has just saved him and tries to figure out who he is, and also cannot help realising the other is both attractive and has a good physique under that armor. They are squished together okay, it's not like he can help taking notice!

Adar also cannot help but realise the elven smith's pretty haircolor, the warmth of his eyes, the strength of his grip as he clings onto Adar. That the other didn't hesitate or argue but came with him. Other elves certainly wouldn't have been so reasonable.

They are both a bit flustered when they can finally leave the closet and quickly hurry along to get out of the city. But the stint in the closet keeps lingering in their minds even as they make a break for the relative safety of the uruk army.

Adar/Elrond (modern!AU)

They both aren't sure how they got chosen to get shoved into that closet together, certainly both Gil-Galad and Galadriel aren't entirely happy about it. Adar knows he'll have to fear bodily harm if he makes a wrong move but he actually-kinda-maybe has a crush on Elrond? The other is just so kind, and smart, and sharp-witted. And also pretty. Also flirting him with makes Adar feel giddy inside; Elrond hasn't told him to stop and actually reacts with blushes and smiles when Adar does it.

Elrond is desperately trying to play it cool but it's not easy - Adar is attractive, and so cool with his whole rebellious getup; the leather jacket and metal band t-shirt and long dark hair and how he's unafraid to mouth off at anyone who tries to argue with/antagonize him. But he's treating Elrond like an equal and takes him seriously where others might remark on his half-elven parentage for example.

They try to wait it out, make light of the situation. Elrond makes awkward jokes, Adar's jokes accidentally get way too flirty due to nervousness, after a short while they do end up staring at each other's lips and it's Elrond going 'I can play it off as part of the party game if he doesn't want me' and then they kiss.

...the elves eventually have to investigate because those two are *not* leaving that closet again. For the sake of their sanity, they leave the two in peace. It's Brimby and Círdan who mutter "finally" to the shock of the others.

Adar/Celebrimbor (modern!AU)

People think it's funny, to put resident-rebel Adar and prim-and-proper Celebrimbor in the closet for Seven Minutes of Heaven together. It's good natured fun! Totally hilarious! They are going to be so flustered (Brimby) - or annoyed (Adar).

Instead, Adar is kinda flustered because he actually likes Celebrimbor and admires his skills, his wit, his kindness. But the smith would never be into him like that, right? Meanwhile Celebrimbor is all serene, makes a joke about how 'cozy' the closet is, then walks over to Adar and essentially goes 'I think we are supposed to kiss. Do you want to?'

Adar has a bit of a bluescreen moment, is a bit skeptical at first, but when Celebrimbor holds his gaze and smiles encouragingly he agrees. They kiss. It's *really* nice.

Adar is a bit flushed at the end of it. Brimby breaks the kiss, also affected, but then puts on a mischievious grin. And suggests they should pretend that nothing happened, act completely clueless and as if they just chatted. Because that the faces of the others will be priceless.

The uruk thinks he likes where this is going, and agrees.

Everyone else is sooo disappointed! The two of them smirk knowingly at each other later on though.

'Maybe our next kiss can be outside a closet?' Adar suggests. Brimby smirks back at him and agrees enthusiastically.

[hwnglx]

Do you think idols lose their sense of identity specially those who got into the industry in a young age. Can they make out on who they were before becoming an idol? Or not?

love this question! thing here is.. if they enter the industry at a very young age; it's highly likely for them to not even have a set identity in the first place. one of the (many) reasons why i get uncomfortable seeing minors debut.

i just don't think the industry is the right place for them.. at all. they're being shoved into an adult world, forced to somehow not lose themselves in the harsh and draining pressures and expectations the industry just descends onto them.

think about it; you're in the midst of developing your personality, so you're extremely vulnerable to people's opinions of you -> you basically see yourself through the eyes of others.

many of the younger or more impressionable idols will absorb people's, so often completely superficial and subjective, often just groundless, opinions of them, and subconsciously turn it into their identity. and therefore get obsessed about avoiding disappointing people. i also think the harsh conditions of being a kpop trainee at too young of an age can get immensely unhealthy on their mental state.

someone like jk, literally dedicated so much, if not the entirety of his most precious years for self-identity development, to being this “perfect” idol who had to work twice as hard as other kids his age, that he naturally started feeling like he needs be at level 10 all the time. he is a double virgo, so it comes to him very naturally. but i still see a lot of his past experiences as a young trainee shaping him into almost too extreme of a hard worker, who doesn't know any else..

someone like ni-ki, still can struggle knowing himself outside of work-mode, because that's all he really knew since he was a kid. he's so business-minded, incredibly professional for his age. but he can still feel awkward when not working, he's essentially still getting to know himself outside of that.

idols who started at an older, more stable and developed age, for sure can have an easier time with this. they had a personal life as teens or young adults before idol-life, therefore know themselves outside of that role. they're better at separating their idol-self and “real” self behind the scenes.

[elias-rights]

Hi! I hope you're having a great day! What are your criteria for a good JonElias fic?

Hi, thank you for asking! For starters, as I mentioned, if it's not really JE but just uses it as an excuse to have Martin rescue Jon, or if it's unrequited (on either side), that's an instant no for me.

I also personally don't enjoy noncon with them as I find that it doesn't engage with the themes of free will and choice that permeate their relationship in canon, same with any dynamics that completely strip Jon of agency—they have a notable power imbalance that I find cool and sexy, but ultimately Jon still has choices and personhood. On the opposite end, I also don't have much interest in fics that focus more on the 'dating' aspects than on the complex bond they have in canon.

I can't get into AUs either unless they take canon as their basis and diverge from that—changing the timeline as opposed to transplanting the characters into a different universe. No Fears AUs, in particular, I find fall under 'cute but not really interesting'. And I do like pre-canon fluff! But there has to be an acknowledgment of what is lurking in the horizon for me to enjoy it.

Basically, what I like best are fics that stick to canon as close as possible while diverging enough from it to acknowledge the special connection they share and that they're in love.

[gingermintpepper]

drop the link on that fic of Zeus being a good dad?

Absolutely my friend!

As you can see, it's called Trials of Fatherhood by the lovely @z-eusie and in-between my agonies and right now, she's actually updated the fic and now the Apollo chapter is live!! Everyone should go read this fic, actually! It's a wonderful little compilation of moments that allow for showing both the ugliness and beauty of the gods when taken from a nuanced, compassionate perspective and it's always been one of my favourites to go back to every now and then just because of how fond I am of it. I'm especially fond of the Athena and Dionysus chapters myself but I hope everyone finds their favourite one. <33