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i should read more poetry. i should get a decent voice filter and read poetry out loud. obsessed with how the meaning and feel changes by the pronounciatuon of a single word. i need someone to read poetry to ahhhhh
#a biscuit's rambles#esp considering two of my own besz poems are so auditory reading them without knowing how theyre supposed to be spoken is. nearly impossibl#but i cant write them differently yk#u just gotta read em out loud#but also like the song of the worm its SO FUN to read aloud#and like. i dont wanna put my voice online. but i wanna read poems oht loud so badly and not just to myself
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The After Party.
pairings: fratboy!haechan x shy!reader
genre: smut a bit of fluff <3
warnings: reader smokes weed and drinks alcohol with haechan, protected sex! haechan and the reader are basically both switches.
wc: 2800-2700 ish
note: THE NEW AYO TEASER PHOTOS literally sparked an idea in my brain. FRAT LMFAO. some songs i'd recommend while reading are Her way by PartyNextDoor, Wine Pon You Doja Cat, and Slow Down Bobby V. i hope u enjoy it! 🫶🏽
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You were so damn sick of studying, college genuinely was not what you were expecting growing up but you learned to adjust to the environment. Constant all nighters, having no money, horrible teachers, and the drug deals around campus. Not to mention the cliques, you thought cliques would be left alone in high school but god it's almost as if it had gotten worse. One of the worst being the frats, you couldn't put into words how much you hated all 9 of those boys. They were just so icky and annoying though you've never gotten to know them, you figured distance was best. Half of the girls around campus had already been knocked up or at least in some sort of relationship with one of them, you'd often hear gossip about the boys in the bathroom from girls who couldn't notice your presence. And of course even your roommate's (which were your best friends) were so damn obsessed with them, "Cmon y/n, you gotta find at least one of em cute?" your best friend Imani groaned. Imani was on the cheer team not necessarily apart of any clique's just very known, so obviously she'd spoken to the boys before. "Shit if she doesn't I do." the other girl laughed, "Well I mean.. HOW I COULD I NOT.. it's just they're so corny.." you stuttered as the girls smirked at you. "What?" you said confused. "You definitely are feeling one of them." Imani snickered, "So who?" You couldn't think of his name off the top of your head, "You know... the one with the moles and babyface." you asked. "OH MY GOD Y/N." Imani snorted, "What?" you yelled smiling. both girls fell over on the loveseat stomachs hurting from laughter, Imani gained her strength and sat up "You like Donghyuck."
Donghyuck. his name was Donghyuck, during class you honestly couldn't get your mind off of him. "I mean i've never heard any girls talking about how good his sex was" you thought to yourself. He really was cute, every time you saw him he was either smiling, cracking jokes, or keeping to himself. "Y/n? answer for number seven?" you had snapped out of your daydream, "W-w Huh?" your professor glared at you, you could've sworn this man hated you or could just tell when you were most vulnerable. You had a high C in his class but he honestly sucked at teaching and you'd never blame yourself over a shitty teacher. "I said could you give me the answer to number seven." you immediately sat up staring at the projector screen "Uhm.." you knitted your eyebrows and squinted your eyes "x/4 sir." you heard a voice behind you speak "Thank you young man looks like y/n's mind is a bit scrambled." your professor joked, you didn't laugh at all in fact it was humiliating.
The bell rung and you nearly sprinted out of class "Hey!" someone screamed, the school was so damn loud you didn't even think about anyone calling for you. There were definitely FAST footsteps behind you so you instinctively turned around and you were met with the Donghyuck that was in your head all period. "How didn't I know he was in my class? I mean there are at least over one hundred students but." you thought, "Oh uhm.. I just wanna say thank you for that back there." He was thanking you? "Why?" you asked. "I mean number seven was the only one I had even tried to do and he's been on my case this entire unit, you saved my ass more than you know to be honest." he smiled keeping the strongest eye contact, you were trying so hard to keep calm, not get flustered, don't smile. "Oh it's okay really thank yo-" a group of eight boys came marching up behind the boy, he turned around was and then back to you "You can call me Hyuck." he smiled. "Haechan's finally getting game it looks like?" one of the tall boys said, "Haechan? who's Haechan?" you asked. "Well Haechan is the one you were just talking to pretty, and i'm Yuta." you flinched at the nickname, "Well yeah that's so awesome i'll get going!" you said ironically, trying to get away any moment you could before Imani caught you talking to the men you despised. "W-wait." Haechan stuttered following you, you turned around "Do you think you could come to our house party tonight?" he asked. You honestly thought about it, drinks, fun music and maybe weed. You honestly needed a distraction and a house party sounded good. "Before you give me an excuse there's no homework until next week even if there is lemme do it for you, cmon love." Haechan stuck his hands into his pockets tilting his head to the side. God he was doing things to you, "Well I guess so i'd have to ask my friend.. if you don't mind her coming." you held eye contact with him as long as you could, "Deal." he smirked, "Don't worry about the address I promise you'll know where it is." Haechan said walking backwards with his hands still in those stupid pockets, he still was just so corny.
"So you're telling me he invited you to a party?" Imani shouted outside of the dorm, "God yes shout a little louder.." you groaned "Sorry... but ARE YOU GOING?" she screamed once inside the dorm. "Yes... I am, I asked if i could bring you as well and he said yeah." you said slipping out of your Ugg boots "Girl we literally have to get ready right now." Imani ran to her side of the room, "Whyyyyy.. I'm so tired." you said as you jumped onto the bed. "Get your tired ass up y/n I literally need to be intoxicated." Imani grabbed something skimpy out of her closet. "So you're gonna go looking like that and all you wanna do is drink or smoke?" you laughed as you got up. Imani always knew how to dress and do her makeup well for the occasion, she was kinda god sent. "I meannnnn that one named Johnny really is cute, i've spoken to him a couple times i'd say we're associates he's a sweetheart." Imani blushed, "Oh please don't break a sweat we have to get dressed." you rolled your eyes. "Y/n bitch DONT."
You and imani had took an Uber to the house it wasn't very packed just yet, a few cars and music already jumping. You two walked inside arm to arm, there they were. All of the boys were on the couch "Imaniii!" Johny yelled at as he got up to hug her. "Associates my ass." you thought, and then you saw him sat on the couch legs spread hand placed on his thigh which was covered by his white jeans he was deep into his phone until more guests came and he looked up to catch you staring at him. "Heyyy!! it's the pretty girl from my chem class, c'mere." Haechan said patting against the spot beside him, you walked over and sat down you were both so close as you sat next to the arm of the couch. "Hi." you spoke a bit quietly intimidated with how close you two were, "You comfortable?" Haechan asked putting his phone down and giving you undivided attention. "Mhm.. my name's Y/n by the way." you smiled to him, "Oh I know." Haechan smirked. "How? I never even told you." you questioned, "I have my ways." he cockily said. "Mhm sure." you laughed, "Do you want something to drink?" Haechan asked as he sat up "Yeah yeah anything with alcohol please." you smiled looking up into his eyes "You're so cute." he said before walking away. You will admit that you had butterflies definitely he looked so damn good nevertheless he smells amazing as well. You looked around for Imani when you saw she was already touching all over Johnny, "Shes about to have sex within the first hour.. shes not even drunk yet." you thought to yourself giggling out loud. Haechan came back with your drinks before he sipped his you asked to take his instead, naturally he didn't hesitate. "Already wanting to drink my things we aren't even together yet." he teased "Yours just looks better." you teased back. Maybe this was flirting I mean anything he did had an effect on you, when he looked deep into your eyes it made you feel so good you wanted to always feel like that.
The alcohol had begun to kick in you asked Haechan if any of the boys had weed and if he smoked, he answered yes to both. Imani had completely disappeared with Johnny you assumed she was probably fucking him by now or took off somewhere, but you knew to text her. After Haechan got some you asked if you two could smoke upstairs away from the noise, he agreed. You both walked into a bedroom as Haechan closed the door behind you two, He began to roll up. "You ready y/n?" he sat beside you taking out a lighter, you nodded your head as Haechan took the first drag. He coughed and cursed after inhaling the drug he was so adorable, he gave you the joint as you began to smoke it as well. "Hm, no coughing you must be a pro?" Haechan teased "No no no.. not at all, just really needed this thank you." you giggled as you hiccuped "You know when you couldn't answer that question in class.. I was so relieved." he said taking a long slow hit. "Hmm why?" you asked in confusion, he scooted so close the both of your legs were touching "I'd been wanting you for the longest time." he calmly said handing you the blunt "What?" you coughed, the first time you coughed ever since you two had been in this room Haechan laughed at that. "What do you mean what? I said what I said." You were so close you could see the pores in his skin, "I- i just wasn't expecting that out of you, you seem like the innocent one out of all your friends.." you teased "Innocent? I haven't even done anything to you yet." he inched a bit closer to you. "Yet, you think im that easy Donghyuck?" you whispered taking another hit, "Easy? no. Attracted to me? yes." he whispered back. Haechan took the blunt out of your hand staring at you, the tension was enough to make you go absolutely insane.
"If you're not so easy let me shotgun you." He said with knitted brows, you honestly started to blush you've never been shotgunned before whenever you smoked it was with your best friends. "Are you too scared?" he asked, "Of course not.." you quickly said. "Alright love." he said as he took a long hit, then flicking the blunt out of his hand he grabbed your face and put his lips onto yours. He was holding his breath for so long he began to moan into your mouth. Smoke going down your throat and out of your nose, Your hands began to travel lower down his body. You didn't even stop kissing him until he pulled his shirt off, his skin was so warm and soft. He moaned and whined into your mouth as you moved against his crotch. "Something told me you'd be a tease." he whined, you put your mouth against his neck kissing and sucking onto the skin the way he jerked up you assumed it was a sensitive spot of his. You sucked on his neck leaving marks as you dry humped his crotch, once you sucked his neck leaving wet spot's you'd blow cold air onto it. "Fuck Y/n.. I really can't take this" Haechan said, "What do you mea-" he cut you off as you were about to tease him more. Haechan took you in his mouth, tongues meeting each other the distinct taste of alcohol and weed made you go ballistic. He made sure to keep your tongue in one spot with his teeth leaving you confused as he began to suck your tongue hard and sloppy, that earned a whimper out of you. Haechan let go of your tongue with a loud pop noise, lifting your skirt as you sat straddling him. "I really want you to sit on my face right now Y/n." he said staring into your eyes, you couldn't hold eye contact when he was speaking like that "O-oh okay.." you stuttered. Face sitting something else you've never done you thought it's pretty self explanatory, "Can I take your panties off?" Haechan asked. "Yes.. of course." you sat on his bare chest as he reassured you about all of your worries. "You ready now, love?" he said rubbing circles into your thighs, "Mhm." you began to pull yourself up to his face. "Baby I said sit on it not sit over it." Haechan said causing you to look down, "I'm sorry!.. but are you sure I won't like suffocate you?" you asked. "Yes! now sit down." he laughed, you sat down like he asked and immediately began to moan.
Haechan was licking over your clit before just sucking it, then dragging his tongue across your cunt. You grabbed his black hair starting to guide yourself, Haechan smirked at this hoping you felt more comfortable. "Mm- god! Donghyuck it feels too good." you weren't getting that much of a response so you began to lift yourself a bit more, until Haechan slammed you back down "So pretty and warm." he moaned muffled against your pussy. The amount things you were feeling at once was pure ecstasy, the butterflies, the alcohol, marijuana and the boy between your legs. You slowly rode his face constantly whining and shaking, strangely still holding eye contact with Haechan. God he was so hard he felt like he would just bust out of his pants any moment, you were getter closer you could feel it so could Haechan. "Come on, baby" he moaned as your pace quickened, "F-fuck donghyuck I'm really close." you whined it felt too good. "Then let go for me pretty." you couldn't hold anything in after that cumming on his face with a slight scream then moving to lay on the side of him, "I love how you sound when you cum." he said rubbing circles into your back. "It's your turn Donghyuck." you said jumping on top of him "Do you have a condom?" you asked him, "In my back pocket yeah." Haechan pulls it out and pulls his pants down. The tip was a quite red and there was precum dripping out of it his dick had somewhat of a curve in it, you had gotten ten times hornier. You grabbed his cock and began to sink on to it making his nails dig into your sides, "Fuck baby, so tight." he whined. Your head was thrown into the crook on his neck, the curve of his cock hit every angle just right. You began to slowly move "Mm.. so full Donghyuck." you said kissing at his neck, you were going at a torturing pace for him. "Babygirl I can't do this slow." Haechan said grabbing your hips as he started to ram into you. "F-..Fuck!" you yelped, completely unable to speak it felt way too good Haechan was so big the stretch was burning. "Oh just take it I know you can take this dick." he moaned shoving a finger into your mouth. You kept clenching, he knew you were close. "Just look at you, fuck." he groaned slapping your ass making you squeal. "Y/n, show me your face." he demanded, "W-Why?" you questioned he was talking to you while he was still fucking into you. "I wanna see that pretty face when you make me cum." That honestly did it, you squeezed so tight around Haechan whimpering his name as he came inside the condom moaning your name. You both sat there panting the silence was comfortable Haechan's heart was beating extremely fast, his little breaths were as cute as ever. "Y'know you're the only one that calls me Donghyuck and it doesn't piss me off." he says looking into your eyes and giving you a gentle kiss, "Are you thirsty? hungry? bathroom? cuddle? or.. we can forget this never happened whatever makes you most comfortable Y/n your benefit matters most to me because we....." you had honesty zoned out, Haechan was adorable. You pulled him in with a kiss "Oh shut up I'd love to keep our relationship going After The Party."
#haechan#nct 127 smut#nct smut#haechan x reader#lee donghyuck#donghyuck drabbles#nct dream#nct dream smut
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↳ 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 — chigiri hyoma
i most definitely couldve written this with anyone else, but yk me i gotta go with chigiri. okay and YES its so overly poetic and deep BUT IDC !!
my old writing style btw
listen to snowfall by oneheart while u read bc i said so
the sand is wet and cold as you walk side by side with chigiri. his hand is tender and warm in yours, fingers intertwining and tangling together. you walk close to the ocean as you let the shallow waves lick at your feet. the dark water mirroring the lights in the sky: high and bright, a full moon illuminates the beach and ocean in a twilight film. the stars twinkling around the moon like fireflies, they are small and yet so bright. there are so, so many. chigiri chuckled at you when you pretended to count them all, you said you would give him all the stars in the night sky if thats what he wanted.
except the boardwalk lights drowns out the stars. half of the sky lit as other memorable moments were happening. others enjoy their night singing or drinking or simply just being together. of course, it was never possible to completely forget about all of the other tourists at the beach. they were always so rowdy and loud. but here, under the moonlight with chigiri, it felt like you and him were the last people on earth. how you wished you could walk along the endless beach with him forever.
in a haze, you glance sideways at him, watching the way his hair blows in the salty breeze. you could see the frizziness from today when he was playing in the water with you. it had a kind of tangled volume to it, different from his silky, smooth look. he was loud and excitdd earlier when he splashed you with ocean water before declaring “i win” after you surrendered. but now, he was quiet and reserved. he walked quietly and calmly by your side, his fingers squeezing yours lightly as he let you swing his arm back and forth.
he was most beautiful at times like this. the way his eyelashes cast dim shadows over his eyes, the way he blinks slowly and calmly. what you were seeing, was the real, vulnerable chigiri hyoma. the version of himself who likes to bury is head in your chest at night and who likes to press his lips against your forehead when youre asleep. the version of himself he only shows you.
“hyoma,” you say in a soft voice, brushing your hand against his.
“mm?” he absentmindedly hums back; his head slightly hazy as he takes in the salt and moon light, just as lost in the atmosphere as you are.
“carry me?”
lightly shaking from his trance, he laughs softly, “what? now?” and when you pout he immediately kneels down in the sand. “okay, okay, here,”
with a content face, you wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist before he lifts you up with ease. and oh his body warmth is seeping through his thin shirt soaking into your skin and suddenly you feel a yawn part from your lips.
“‘m getting sleepy now,” you say in a sing-song voice, letting your chin rest on his shoulder. “you’re really warm, hyo,” you unintentionally end up whispering, already feeling half asleep.he only hums back, ignoring the way your chilly skin against his made him shiver.
“do you want to go back?” chigiri slows in his steps, feeling sleepy himself from the white noise of the ocean that sang in his ears.
“mmm…” you swing your feet lightly. and you feel drunk on him. maybe it’s his body against yours, or the fact that his scent makes you hazy. you feel so loose and weak, if he put you down, you feel like your knees would simply give in. it feels so raw and real here, just you and him and the ocean. like as long as you stay at the shore, nothing could ever break or hurt the bond you share with him.
when you don’t respond, he continues walking. he wills himself to walk even as exhaustion takes him over. hearing your soft breaths by his ear and your weight pressing into him, he realizes he wants to cherish this moment forever. there were no other thoughts or emotions other than the feeling of belonging. finally feeling like all of the hardships he had endured were all for this exact moment: arms wrapped around your thighs as you cling to him while he walks on.
he would walk forever on the beach if it meant he could have you by his side, if it meant he could have you forever. he hoped that, even asleep, you would let him carry you til dawn breaks over the endless horizon, til the ocean eats the land, til all thats left are the remnants of moonlit memories.
he hopes that even after thousands of nights pass, even after you start a new life in a new universe, when you visit the beach and feel the ocean calling, you think of a boy with pink hair, you think of the endless path and piggy back rides, you think of wet sand and salty kisses. he hopes that you think of love and the rawness of carrying it along the tide, letting it spill into the ocean where it will live on forever.
#chigiri hyoma#blue lock chigiri#bllk chigiri#chigiri headcanons#chigiri fluff#chigiri x you#chigiri x y/n#chigiri x reader#bluelock fluff#h4venpha#chigiri scenarios#blue lock fluff#bllk fluff#chigiri hyoma x you#chigiri hyoma x reader
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HIHIHI!!!!! i just read your TMA jmart sickfic rn and it is. OUGHHHHH I LOVE IT SOMUUUCHHHHHHHH
i am literally OB.SESSED with that fic now. Gotta be one of my favorites!!! A little short and sweet little fic about my belovverddsssmdjskfjskkd
i LOVE LOVE LOVE the detail of Tim rolling over to Martin still in his chair, thats such a tim thing to do SKKDK I also love the remark that Jon doesnt want Martin to know where he lives bc he thinks Martin is going to send him christmas cards i actually cackled out loud
You characterized everyone PERFECTLY and i swear i could SEE every little thing happening,, the sweet little smiles jon gave UVHHHHhHhdjdhskfj
I also love how!!! Martin stayed with him and cleaned his messy house and made him Soup!!!!!!!!! I!!! Love That!!!!!!!!!!!!! its SO in character and also Ineffably Adorable
ALSO!!! the jon-disliking-touch-but-allowing-it-from-one-specific-person-(martin) thing is SO real i dont really like touch but there are some people i just GOTTA give big hugs toooooooooooo I feel it I FEEL ITTTT!!!!!!
UGHHHHHHJ THEY MAKE EME SSOOOOOOO ILLLLLLLL
ALSO SORRY THIS ENTIRE ASK IS COMPLETELY INCOHERENT I HAVE BRAINROT FOR THIS FIC SPECIFICALLY AND I CANNOT PUT IT INTO WORDA
I COULD TALK ABT THIS FIC FOR HOURS AAAJAGSJDHEKHDJSHDKFJEIFOF
Being sick right now too I totally felt that tag at the end of the tag listings btw ;;;;; Hope u feel (or are feeling) better!!!
NDSAHDSADSNAJAHD I'VE NEVER GOT AN ASK THIS LONG BEFORE BUT I LOVE IT!!! (for context, the fic they're talking about is this one over on AO3)
I don't know how to express how happy this makes me reading this!!! Sickfics have always been something very dear and personal to me, so the fact at least one person enjoys it as much as I do makes me go NDSJDHJDNAHJJSANDSAJSAJDNAJH
A little fun fact about the fic too, you can clearly tell how sick (not really anyway thank god! :)) I was when writing it and what I was feeling lol. Gotta love projecting onto the saddest little meow meow <3
#tea thoughts#tea asks#i guess tea is the name i'm going for as a short form to the rainbow tea now#kinda enjoy it actually#tma#the magnus archives#magnus pod
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@marysixnumbers AH U CHANGED YOUR NAME here!!!!!!! i tag you in our wonderful collab here
mostlyticklestbh submitted:
here’s a few lee!sett thoughts:
-his feet are pretty bad! skittering nails over his soles, or using a hairbrush on them, is the best way to get him there. it’s hard to do because of how much he kicks when he gets tickled, but two or three of his bandmates holding his legs down means he’s not going anywhere
-the sensitivity of his ears is an open secret to the band’s makeup department. it’s hard for any of them to resist flitting a fluffy makeup brush over his ears for a second, getting a few giggles, or a snort if they’re lucky. he’ll gently push them away and mutter “quit it” or “lay off the ears!”, bashful grin on his face
-raspberries kill him, especially if multiple people are tickling him at the same time - they can raspberry him in succession without any time in between. which drives him wild, they already tickle so much and two (or more) in a row, without any time to recover, has him cackling, fully weak with laughter. it’s worst when k'sante does it because his facial hair tickles too
-phel knows sett’s worst tickle spots better than any of the other bandmates, usually because he put a hand in the wrong place while cuddling/giving a massage/etc. ezreal finds out about this and pratically begs phel to tell him so he can finally win a tickle fight with sett (he just pins ez down and goes for his ribcage) but phel doesn’t spill. oh well, rip ez. and rip sett because phel knows exactly the best way to destroy him with tickles - to have him howling with laughter sweat sticking his hair to his forehead, not even having enough breath to beg for mercy. he doesn’t use that power very often, thankfully for sett
-this isn’t a separate headcanon but i love the idea of the rest of the band ganging up on him! no spot is safe, but there’s always someone tickling his belly - tracing abs, spidering over his stomach, digging into his sides
ANSWERING UNDER READ MORE BECAUSE AUUGHH HOLY SHIT ❤❤❤❤❤🔥🔥🔥🔥
okay okAY all my thoughts under cut because i am going to Explode thanks i have many things to say and by god i have been blessed because i love bullying him (nicely i promise) sorry this was late but during my mini absence i got to read these over and over (・ω・)💚
first, YES YES about the kicking he's a powerful guy and the second those nails even brush his ankle he kicks out with a yelp!! i have a hc that phel bullies them by always sticking his cold hands and feet under the rest of them when it's cold and they're unsuspecting and watching a movie and sett makes the mistake of stealing this move and gets his ass handed to him. he decides haha i'm gonna try this :) and the next thing he knows they are fighting back and he YELLS and they gotta pause the movie because he's TOO LOUD. he like, snakes his leg under a few bandmates to get to phel first of all, and that was his first mistake because he can't kick under that many people. he does dumb things ok!!!! and phel makes this choking laugh noise and GRABS SETT'S ANKLE LOL and he rakes his nails down his arch. the very hard scraping doesn't hurt him at all he's got thick skin but man does it tickle instead. pff imagine them tryna watch a movie and are interrupted by "AGH FUCK" a man facing the consequences of his actions. and the rest of them are also losers mind you, so now it's a free for all but sett is a popular target so they don't mind just sitting back on his calf and letting phel do the work. they're like rolls eyes comedically sett shut up we tryna watch the movie 🙄🙄 and he's like NOBODY IS GONNA HELP????
AUU i love ear tickles and he has the big fluffy ones that is SO much fun to think about. and arghhh not being able to sit still for makeup anyways (i just know he can barely sit and do nothing so he's always tapping his foot or bouncing his leg) so when someone brushes em he's like HEY i KNOW those don't need makeup so y'all are bullying me. and i bet he's sorta sensitive when getting to his chin too. like bro we're just doing some extra contour is all, stay still! n he hums and taps his foot a lil faster. he's got a goofy smile on his face and tries to focus on said humming, trying to remember the song's rhythm but the brush swipes fast under his chin, faster than he can process, and he does snort (like you saaaaaid)
and about the raspberries.. that's so good because that's certainly his favorite weapon of all time imo and we love a dude who can't take what he dishes out. he uses raspberries liberally, no one's stomach nor necks are safe. he finds it more intimate than most tactics and that connection is lowkey important to him! holding someone close in a hug is his fav. plus that's the whole point for him to have fun obvs! and giving out raspberries tend to give him only the best and most electric reactions. though now, that just means he's on the top everyone's shit list with that exact tactic being his demise. but ohh my god literally no breaks must have him SOBBING in laughter (in the best way of course) and honestly it reminds him a lot of his mom!! the lungs on that woman were very impressive.
also side note k'sante takes pride in his raspberries being the best he's like cracks knuckles, heh.. move aside amateurs what a loser
AWH ez begging phel to tell omg.. phel likes keeping his info all for himself! phel amongst the rest of them having a tickle fight to be strangely methodical with sett, he's a pro! he secretly likes being a little troublemaker so that's so in character for him. i bet he uses his secret knowledge at given times, for example if he's trying to wake sett up from one of his cat naps, he goes soft by rolling an ear between his index and thumb. but during a free for all he's going for that tummy of his. aaaand if he wants reciprocation, he'll be cheeky and playful!
sorry i was late with this!! i def gotta talk about the ask you sent about kayn too i'm CRAZY about that one too omgggmgg
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“Nine People you want to know better” tag game
I was tagged by @gryptids! yippie! ty I love tag game!!!
Last Song: oh jesus uh, I'm listening to putrid mutant by passenger of shit. if you follow that link and don't know passenger of shit just know that it's LOUD
Favorite Color: chartreuse 4 ever it's just always been such a nice color to me. runner ups are bright pinks and purples.
Last Movie/TV Show: I don't consume much media in general! (one of my irl friends told me I 'lived like a tarantula' when I told him this and it's been amusing me since I heard that so m noting that here.) UH I watched phantom of the paradise again recently though. that's such a fun movie and I'll never be over my mom remembering watching it in theaters when I vaguely described it to her. (she just went 'OH you're watching That One? REally??')
Sweet/Spicy/Savory: SWEET and runner up savory. I like everything sweet kjdsnfjkdsndskjfns i also like spice in like medium amounts but even there I really like stuff that's sweet and spicy!
Relationship status: I love my partner it's niceys to me and likes me and wears cool overshirt.
Last thing I googled: 'plex media server'
Current Obsession: UH I'm really hunting down the second book of the imperial radch trilogy cause I was obsessing over the first one after reading it. I've also been dabbling in opening the game tower unite and playing one of the coin games in the arcade on there for like an hour or two at a time.
Last Book: I'm currently re-reading the murderbot diaries since juice and one of my irl friends just got into them! last new book was ancillary justice however! LOL
Looking forwards to: Going to a Glass Beach concert in April, god willing, with some irl friends! I'm also looking forward to valentines day just cause I !!! just really like valentines day dksjngjksgnkjgn
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Lee garlington, if you ask me to do something .. ima fucking do it… but if there’s no LOGIC to it I’m not doing it … bc THATS stroking ur “I’m in power” ego … BLUE TELLING ROCK .. “ you acting like a goofy bitch” he reading her thoughts out loud… SHE TOLD THE PSYCHWARD DR RECENTLY IN WHITE OUTFIT .., I GOTTA BREAK HIPPA BC CASE STUDY N YOU LYING IN COURT ON HIS NAME N CHARACTER SO NO ONE TAKE JR FROM YOU… THATS A MONEY BAG BTWN YOU N NOAH.. YOU BEING HUNTED BY THE MAFIA IF YOU LOSE HIM TYPE ENERGY.. ME SAYING UR HUNTED BY THE ANCESTORS… YOU KILLED MY FAMILY N YOUR RELATIVES FOR SOME MONEY TO LIVE OFF EM… THEY FIGHT FOR ME.. IN MAKING RIGHT WHILE IM BUTAINED N TRYING TO SAVE THE WORLD.. I GOT AN ARMY WITH ME ON BOTH SIDES WHO KNOW RANK DOING THEIR thing WHILE I “tame” THE PHYSICAL WORLD ORDER AGAIN.. CUZ ITS SOOO FAR LOST MAKE NO SENSE UNTIL I STARTED MAKING IT CLEAR AGAIN.. THRU SIMPLE ANALOGIES .. N RELATJONSHIP FIXING AND … IM PLAYING THERAPIST WHILE IN MY OWN WAR BATTLE THAT EXTENDS TO THE GLOBE.. WHILE OPEN EXPRESSING MY PAIN FOR LOSING MY HUSBANDS AND BETTER HALF.. WHILE COMMUNICATING OPENLY WITHEM PASSED OVER OR PULLED FROM ME… SHOWING YOU MY SPIRITUAL GIFTS ARE MY GODLY POWERS U PUT ON MUTE FOR ME BUT TELL OTHER “SPIRTUAL” kids their god… NO ONLY ME N MINE DEEM THEM TITLES N ARE FIXING THAT MISUNDERSTANDING ALEXIS WALLACE TRYSHA… YOU ARE HELP NOT THE ACTUAL OCCULT.. THATS PARTLY WHY WE SOOO FAR INTO BLASPHEMY GOD COMPLEX.. LIKE IVE BEEN SAYING IF IM SAYING SOMETHING TWISTED SAME W TRISTAN IT REQUIRES A FACE TO FACE CONVO… BUT YAL WANA RUN TO THE NEXT POOL OF SIN N SEE IF YOU CAN MAKE ME LOOK CRAZY.. INSTEAD OF JUST LAYING DOWN GROWING UP N BEING CIVIL..ya choosing cows brain LIKE I BEEN SAID IN THE BEGINNING FOR THE PRIMARY LLC HOLDERS .. YA KEEP DOING CRIME THAT ADD UP PENALTIES TO ..DEATH ROW.. AND THAT LOOKS DIFFERENT FOR EVERYONE BC EVERYTHING IS MESHED TOGETHER .. SO THOSE WHO FELL BACK AND LEARNING LISTENING ACCEPTING.. WE APPRECIATE YOU .
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OHHHH MEEE FRIEIKCING GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
YOU!!! YOU DID IT!!! YOU CAPTURED THE SCENE SO WELLL WAHGGHAHA I LOVE THAT SCENE SO MUCH AND U DID IT SOOOO MUCH JUSTICE GAHHH!!! You used screentones sooo well in every panel, it really enhanced the look of the whole thing so much!!! I especially love how the screen tones look in page 4,,, arueghghe. I know we collectively bemoaned over how hard it was to adapt fics, but when Gyro writes
"Warm and content"
I FEEL THAT EXPRESsED SO CLEARLY AND SO WELL THAT IT STRIKES MY SOUL WITH ALL THE LOVE IN THE WORLD. AND ALSO I CAN FEEL HOW MUCH ZORO LVOVES LUFFY IN THIS PANEL CAUSE ITS FROM HIS POV. LIKE. OMFG LUFFY LOOKS POSITIVELY DREAMY!!!
nono Im getting ahead of myself let me go in order u _ u
first of all, brilliant open. when trying to adapt a scene, its sooo hard sometimes to pick where to start drawing!! cause like,,, omg i wanna draw this entire scene but i wud literally die... I think u not only chose a great part to start this whole comic off with, but the whole mystique behind the line
“I never ask you for anything, you know,” he says, not taking his eyes off the barren valley below. It’s easier that way.
is conveyed really well with how u paneled zoro's eyes outta sight! (pretty ironic with how zoros eyes are the only things described XD) << but srsly, artistically what a great decision >:3c AND ALSO you're so good at drawing luffy being the most unserious goofy lil guy ever even in the most serious of situations and I'm so glad that u never stop delivering thanku sm OTL
I wud love to squish his cheeks he looks so stupid!!!!
I actually rlly like how u layout the second panel too, with how u position the speechbubbles? IDK I get really nervous sometimes with putting speech bubbles in places cause I hate covering things up and also gahhh you also need to consider the best way to position things so people read em in orderrr,,, but u did a real gud job there, all that important action is definitely very visible in frame >:) GET SMACKED
oh and yeah, to save time so this doesnt become 2 monstrous of a cute lil adaption project, ofc ya gotta cut out some small tid bits like luffy humming thoughtfully or him snickering against zoro's palm, but all of that personality of goofy luffy is translated so well with,,, how goofy loofy u draw him XD So what im sayin is, i think u were real efficient and thoughtful with how you adapted these things :)))
and GAHHH THE ATMOSPHERE CHANGE !!! AND THE WAY U DREW ZOROS HAND LOWERING TO HIS LAP HERE, IT LOOKS SO GENTLE LIKE HES CARESSING LUFFYS FACE TOO. GAHHHH!!! I just, I ADORE THE FRAMING OF THOSE 3 PAGES!!! it really feels like its just the two of them in this vast world, nothing else to disturb em. its very calming.
Luffy stills, anyway, though—because of course he understands. And when Zoro lowers his hands to his lap, Luffy has chewed and swallowed, quieted to listen. Content to lean against his shoulder in the sunshine, staring out at the horizon to wait while Zoro straightens out the pieces of what he wants to say into something like order. Because even though they can talk without speaking, sometimes the important things need to be said out loud—made just a little more real.
Its true, that these types of lengthy paragraph descriptions cant be translated over to an art adaption without losing the explanations behind it all, but the way you captured the atmosphere of it all, is really, really breathtaking.
AHAHHAHA THE OUR DREAMS AT DUSK HAPPY MEMORY BUBBLES!!!!! Thats actually such a clever way to incorporate them into the fic I ADORE how you used them here!!! GAHHH
Zoro leans back on his palms—curls his fingers in the grass and imagines it’s Sunny’s deck against his skin. For a moment, he misses home.
IM ACTUALLY FREAKING OUTTT WAHHH THATS SOOOO CLEVER!!! I CANT THINK OF A BETTER WAY YOU COULDVE ADAPTED THIS WOWOWOWWW!!! UHFDSUHFGSDFSADFRASDFGSDFSDUHFSD IM GOING TO GO EXPLODE INTO A BAJILLION HAPPY BUBBLES RN GAHHHH
my heart actually physically clenched- and it still clenches every time i read over pages 3 and 4,,, i think i had to put down my phone for a bit and like,,,, cover my mouth with a hand cause it was just too cute for my soul,,, omfg,,,,, ahahah u trlly did just dedicate a whole page FULL of panels, methodically showing luffy falling back and stretching zoro into a real goofy smile XD I love how you paced this, because page 4 hits so much harder with all that gentle set up!! Seeing luffy lay all cutely on zoros lap,,,
and Zoro can’t help it—he snorts out a tender kind of laugh
Yeah I wouldnt be able to help it either man!!!
Anyways, its actually really interesting to see how you paced this comic because like, its a great adaption of course!! BRILLIANT!!! but it works sooo well as a stand alone comic too, even if you havent read the source material. The line about luffy beaming isn't super emphasized in Gyro's writing, it's more of a one off comment backed up by all the other lines of luffy being cute in this scene. But the way you've paced it out, the reader has to really get HIT IN THE FACE by the energy friggin BLASTED OUT FROM HIS SUNSHINE BOY SMILE.
In the original fic, Gyro doesn't need to necessarily emphasize that cause we've been seeing how much zoro treasures luffy from all the way at the start of the fic!!! but I feel like just as a standalone comic, you establish just how precious luffy is from the impact of those panels on the fourth page. and this allows for the final heartbreaking lines that zoro says on the last page to really really stand out and hit just that much harder...
no notes here... this is a good zoro ^^^
And Luffy goes utterly still while Zoro breathes.
YO I SEE HOW THE SECOND PANEL DARKENS THERE. AHHHHHHH ATMOSPHERE CHANGE!!!! ahahah, but I would just like to stop again and say that oughghgh this comic is so so dreamy!!! I love the lil sparks that you put across all the panels on this page, it makes all the panels flow together even more smoothly. It like,,, quickens up the pace of reading I feel? I could draw an entire lil Sin Cos lookin ass chart with how well I feel you control the reading pace in this comic man. gahhh anyways this is a funny stupid exciting moment, FAST READ, and then we slow down the pace again as zoro finally expresses the words weighed on his chest...
QUICK SIDENOTE, the font u use for the LICK sfx conveys just how positively disgusting zoro is i love it. omfg.
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osfsfjfajdsfsdfiaiwfjfsfsdksijisggfdsfdsgdfgie. i dont. i dont think i can convey how lovely i think the last page is in proper words. i just. im tearing up just looking at it. When I read that scene in Gyro's fic, my heart broke, and the fact that you've done such an amazing job of adapting it,,, MY HEART IS BURSTING WITH JOY!!! AND ITS NOT EVEN MY FIC XD!!!!
Amazing job man :))) you knocked it outta the park!!!! (seriously tho I think u've peaked with ur screentone usage in this comic cause woaawhhhh it looks so stunning,,,)
Fanart for a snippet of my most favorite heartbreaking moment from swordsmans's fic bone-breaker ospreys mate for life (rated E)
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12. Favorite general whump trope?
13. Favorite physical whump trope?
14. Favorite emotional whump trope?
(Couldn't decide which of the 3 to send so I just sent all of em!)
(no worries)
12. Favorite general whump trope?
ooo thats a tough one… admittedly im not nearly as active in the whump community as i used to be (mostly because twitter Hates whump for some reason?) so i might not be brushed up on all of them, sorry! but off the top of my head, gotta love the defiant whumpee trope. especially when u see them slowly break down over the course of the story hehehe. (EMPHASIS ON SLOWLY!!! its no fun if they break in just a couple chapters!! most people love slow burn romance, i love slow burn torture ❤️)
13. Favorite physical whump trope?
hmmm im not sure if this counts but i dont like when im reading a fic where someone is being tortured and all the author does is describe the character screaming (often using a thesaurus to not sound repetitive lmfao) if that makes sense. i love when a whumpee is PHYSICALLY fighting with themself in order to prevent themself from screaming; they dont want to give the person hurting them that satisfaction. so they’ll literally do anything to prevent a scream, which leaves room for much more fun things such as whimpers, whines, gasps/hyperventilating, etc. and it makes a scream, which is a really powerful thing honestly, feel so much worse/better when it actually happens. a scream is just so… loud. i like for it to make my heart beat fast instead of just make me annoyed. (i might be biased because i literally never scream when im hurt.)
wow i rambled. idek if this answered the question, but its the answer you’ll get!
14. Favorite emotional whump trope?
oh i HAVE to love the classic “whumpee wont do anything when its them being hurt, but when someone they love is being hurt they flip out.” its so amazing
also, i really love it when a more defiant whumpee finally starts to break, and eventually starts to plead for the pain to stop. its so satisfying (i may be a sadist!)
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87 Raph Casey - 🤪
| Send 🤪 (or “Drunk” if you can't see the emoji) for a random drunk text from my muse Raph didn't drink often but that didn't mean he wouldn't. Just not much around the lair he didn't need to hear about it from his brothers. It's not like he had a problem it's just well he sort of lost control of himself pretty easily when his belly was full of alcohol. Raph didn't hold much a filter as is already when feeling a buzz over his mind his beak was far more loss and his thoughts were all well made known. As a fit of giggling was escaping his beak in this very moment once the can of beer was taken away from his beak. He reached over trying to stack it on top of the other two empty can. Working on making a tower because for some reason he just wanted to make a tower out of the cans. Hand planted to the side of the couch tongue sticking out. As he tried his best to keep green eyes fixed on on to the two can set on the bottom slowly moving his arm over holding his breath for dear life. Finally as his hand wobbled he used his other to stable it and set it down to the top of his last two cans.
Smile wide over his beak tail even started to wag from behind him as he marveled at this work. Giggling to himself suddenly he was patted over himself till finally clumsy hands found his Turtle communicator. Opening it up as he tried to get a picture of his tower. "gotta show Casey" He slurred a bit when he spoke as he tried his best to understand how to hold the device between his hands. Needing to squint hard and focus on his tower of cans. It wasn't all that tall but to drunken eyes it was massive and clearly would impress Casey.
Soon Raph felt himself moving back, as if something had a hold of the back of his shell. Falling back on to the cushions of the couch. A loud 'hic' as he felt a hiccup work out from his shell made him land hard. Watching his little tower tip and fall over. A can rolling off to the land on the floor with a soft 'clank' Raph blinked a second before he had suddenly busted out into a fit of laughter "Clanck!" he repeated the sound as if it was some grand joke letting him self fall back to rest on his shell. Another set of giggles working out through them. Holding up his communicator as he selected Casey in it and sent his blurry as all fuck photo but to Raph it was a master piece. As were the last three blurry messes he hand sent to his boyfriend.
Boyfriend. That word alone set a warmth into his shell and a soft grin to his beak even if he was still softly giggling to himself. Staring idly at the name on the messages were told alone had his eyes forming hearts in them. Hugging his phone to his plastron as he sighed out in nothing but pure blissful glee. Thinking about Casey now, "imma text 'em" He says letting fingers work on the buttons to his device now "tell 'em how muh I hic- think 'bout him."
[text] Caaaaaaaasssssseeeeeyey Jjjjoooooooneees [text] It's raphie! As if they wouldn't know who was sending the messages humming in thought [text] thibin boat u bbg (thinking about you baby) [text] like ya messy block hoir I wanna run fingers innit (like ya messy black hair I wanna run my fingers in it) [text] win we kiss i wont kiss nwo so bad!!! (when we kiss, I want to kiss now so bad)
Raph paused reading that last text over a moment just to be on the safe side he sent another text. [text] i wann kiss u !
He just giggles to himself idly lifting his legs up and draping them over the arm of the couch knocking over the last remain cans he had set there before. As he sighed again letting his head tip back as he looks back. "I'm so nuts for 'em think he knows that?" He asks despite knowing Casey knew he told them they were dating but still he hoped Casey understood how crazy Raph was for them. Face back to the screen as his fingers starts texting again. Assuming they might be sleeping right now or out on their own stopping lawbreakers.
[text] I mmiss you! )-: [text] cause ya so qt (cause ya so cute)
He blushed a bit after he sent that "ahh he gonna think I'm dumb!" if he didn't already that would say more about Casey himself. "he so cute though ya see? so fuckin' CUTE!" not many would ever put that word to Casey Jones. But most people weren't Raphael. "He so shy and it drives me wild how cute it is! why he gonna go and hic be so fuckin' adorable 'ike it!" Near sound like Raph was complaining it was an odd thing Casey was so cute to Raph it made him wanna grab the guy and squeeze him because of how cute Casey was. He was so shy when it came to more intimate things. Holding hands, kissing, even taking of his mask or letting Raph do it. How soft Casey's eyes looked when he first kissed them.
[text] i n333d 2 squeeze u! (i need to squeeze you!)
Raph suddenly was typing fiercely as he could feel Casey's lips against his beak even now as if they kiss had been burned against his skin to he could never forget the feel. Despite his text it was purely out of this odd cute aggression Casey seemed to draw out of Raphael. He noticed the feeling of someone near by looming over him now.
"Excuuuuuuse yoou sir" weakly waving his arm trying to swat at them as he tried moving to sit up now. Having got to fast his head started to spin and he needed a second before glaring at the guy beside him. "I have you know" he tried holding a finger so he can wage it out towards them "I hic- 'em a taken turtle mutant. my man could fold ya in half." If Raph wasn't drunk he would understand why this stranger was looking at him like this. Because he had been talking to Casey this whole time. Somewhere around the third or fourth drink Raph had started to just loose track of where he was. He been hanging out with Casey, at their apartment. A few 'cold ones' some pizza and made throw on a game was their plans but Raph had kind gotten a bit carried away once the alcohol hit his system. Slowly moving to sit up on the arm of the couch. "look i'm sure ya nice fella an all but I got a man." he gave a sound huff and went to text back on to his communicator.
[text] a creep hinnt on m3 o-: (a creep hit on me o-: ) [text] dobt worry bbg told him i'm oft the marke ( dont worry baby told him im off the market)
"best hope he don' come here he ain't gonna like ya trying to make a move on his jellybean!" Raph shouted losing control of his voice as he slammed his hand to his shell, throwing his balance off. He rocked a little on the arm before letting gravity take him to the floor where he landed on top of the cans that had fallen their before. Likely flatting a few under his weight. "Jenga!" was all he laughed out once more breaking into an unstoppable fit of giggles. Turning on to his side as he let the laughter slowly work out of him till nothing but a soft sigh left him. Eyes growing heavy as he felt out for his communicator once more just looking at his messages to Casey. Not crossing his mind they hadn't answered still. Just sort of staring longingly at it before pulled it to help trying to hug the little phone to himself. Letting his eyes close head full of Casey, stomach full or beer and a head in a lot of pain but he couldn't feel like in the moment.
#muse| hamato rapheal#madamkezzie#aflockofffeathers#[ if you jump off a bridge its only cause i did first aflockoffeathers]#[87 verse]#send an emoji prompt#drunk text meme#meme anaswers#ic reply#tw: alcohol#stay queued#((i now know alot about the different turtle cell phones in the shows XD I feel casey like got one too since April and even zach did))
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Hiiii I’m the one who requested the Steve hickey fic, and I LOVED it!! You’re soooo incredible I’m obsessed <3 would you ever do a part 2? Maybe reader learning how to give Stevie a hickey back??? Love u xx
okay this is all your fault then love u to pieces ! best friend steve gets his hickey part one here but u don't have to read it
You can feel the heat from Steve's leg sinking into yours. Such a visceral sensation, it has to be real. You're not creative enough to imagine it.
Tucked up at his side watching a movie on his big TV, you feel what's likely a one sided tension that won't fade. Present – almost burning – since he'd given you a neck full of hickies last week.
They're all faded now but one, and thank god. Your friends had demanded to know where they'd come from and you hadn't been able to give them an answer, embarrassed. But Steve.
"I gave 'em to her."
He'd said it so casually. It had felt good at first that he wasn't ashamed for people to know what had happened, but then awful because the lunch club never shut up about anything.
You laugh to yourself, remembering the looks of disgust, betrayal, and smugness, for some a mixture of the three. For Max, only betrayal.
"What's funny, sleepyhead?" Steve asks, head held up by his hand, arms crossed over his chest.
You pull your shoulder away from his. "Just…" He raises his eyebrows as if to say, go on. "Remembering Max's face. When you told them about the-" You gesture to your neck.
He grins but there's something strange about it. His fingers part, his pinky at one corner of his mouth, his marriage the other.
"What reminded you?" he asks.
"Uh…" You smile and force yourself to laugh. "Nothing, really."
You could swear he smirks.
It's gone as quick as it comes, and instead he nods and slouches down further into the couch. You worry for a second that he's upset but Steve looks as carefree as he usually does. His expression scrunches up at a bad action scene on screen and his hands search for the bowl of popcorn in your lap, his fingers brushing up the inside of your thigh.
He mimes throwing popcorn at the screen.
"Get out of here. Did you see that? Boom mic. Right there," he says. "Amateur hour."
He tilts his head to the side as he talks, stretching. His neck clicks and he groans, loud. Loud loud.
You bring your hand to your throat, poking at the last hints of your hickies, wondering if you can ask for more. If you should, if you could. If he would say yes.
"They're fading," Steve says.
You wince, caught.
"Dustin can finally stop looking at me like I've corrupted you," he says, grinning.
"You did corrupt me."
"That's not what you were saying when it happened."
Like that, the teasing goes awry. You both quieten.
"Sorry," Steve says awkwardly. "Sounded different in my head."
"Not fully corrupted," you say. You're stitled, trying to be brave and not sounding anywhere near it.
"No?" he asks.
"No, I- I still don't know how to. You know, how to give one."
You realise you sound as hopeful as you feel; your words have a weight to them. An implication. You're basically begging him to let you kiss him. Or, to want you to kiss him.
You don't want pity and you doubt Steve would give it to you. He doesn't look very pitying. Cheshire smile playing on his pretty mouth, a glint in his baby brown eyes.
"You want to give me a hickey?" he asks.
"If that's okay. I mean, you'll have to teach me how, 'cos I'm not kidding, Steve, I really don't know how to do it."
"You want another demonstration, is that it? Babe, if you want me to bruise you up, you gotta tell me," he teases, voice sticky, saccharine sweet as he shuffles closer towards you.
"That's not it," you say defensively, though it kind of is. His ability to read you for filth isn't new in your friendship, and like always you dig yourself a hole trying to prove him wrong. "I just don't wanna embarrass myself when I have to give one."
"Who are you giving one to?" he asks.
"You know. A guy."
"A guy," he repeats dryly. He doesn't believe you and he shouldn't, but Steve's got a soft spot for you. He sighs, his skepticism melting away. "Okay. Sounds fun, babe. You can gimme a hickey."
Steve doesn't mess around, taking the bowl from your lap and then leaning back.
"Same as last time," he says.
"You're not gonna sit in my lap?" you ask as you climb up on your knees.
Steve takes your thigh into his hand. It feels foreign and not, his hand familiar, its position less so as he pulls your leg over his lap. You settle down, hands held to your navel.
"Relax," he murmurs. Then, louder, "I can sit in your lap, if you want."
Your laugh is a short fall from breathless as you wrap your arms around his neck and hug him close, pushing your lips into the soft hair at the top of his head.
It's impossible to ignore the breadth and muscle of Steve's arms as they cross over your back.
Your hands drift to the slip of skin at the back of his head, the top of his back. You push your fingertips under the neckline of his shirt and feel the bump of his spine.
"C'mon," he says. You can hear his smile.
You abandon his back and drop your weight back into his lap, stroking the hair away from his throat in a rush. His eyes are dark. Pretty, patient, and dark.
He pulls your head to his neck. You brace yourself with a hand on his shoulder and hesitate, breath fanning over his skin in a hot wave.
"Stevie, what do I-?"
"Kiss me."
Fingertips at your ear. A thumb brushing over your jaw.
"Kiss me," he says again. "It's easier than you think it is."
You kiss his neck. Hesitant, you press your lips to him, part them a hair's width. You recall everything Steve had done, his teeth and how they dragged, the dampness to his mouthing, the half crescents he'd left behind.
"Now just-" Steve's cut off by his breath hiking. Honest to god hiking as you start to suck. "Oh. You're…"
His arms tighten around you.
You finish up your hickey with a bite that's too hard. Steve hiccups – or something that sounds like it – and tugs you away.
"Shit, Dracula," he hisses.
You giggle nervously and take in what you've done, a red mark over his pale skin, the edges flowered in purple. "Sorry, Stevie. Really."
"I kinda liked it. And uh, what's that saying? Practice makes perfect."
"You want another one?" you ask, surprised and excited.
"Or let you go around maiming people?"
Steve pulls a hand through his hair, lets it drop heavy on your shoulder. The look on his face melts you down, putty in his hands, his lap.
"I'm sorry," you apologise again, looking at the tiny embeddings in his skin in mild horror.
Steve holds you by the neck, thumbs digging lightly into the column of your throat. He meets your gaze, his eyes skipping between one eye and then the other. You watch his pupils wobble.
"How sorry?"
"Really really sorry," you say, wrapping your fingers around his wrists.
"Kiss it better," he murmurs encouragingly.
You try your best.
#steve harrington x y/n#steve harrington imagine#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington#steve harrington x you#stranger things fic#stranger things x reader
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Please- Laxus Dreyar
This is a nsfw imagine, don't read if you're not comfortable with smut.
I let out another loud moan as he sucked on my neck, leaving a hickey, making my knees go weak. His hands were on my waist holding me upright, I was putty in his arms, it was pathetic, Y/N L/N, an S-class Fairy Tail wizard, was practically on her knees for the great Makarov Dreyar’s grandson, Laxus Dreyar. I hated it, the feeling, it was disgusting, the feeling of someone else taking control of me, like I was the only one existing, just me and him, yet I wanted more of it. (does this even make sense?)
He moved his hands up to my breasts massaging them, still abusing my neck while I was struggling to even breath. His head dipped down to my chest as he now left hickeys on one of my breasts, massaging the other one with his hands, my hands went up to his bare neck, moving upward towards his hair, I tugged at them, hard, but yet, softly, he grunted, it was like heaven to my ears. I wanted more, so much more. I pushed him back until we came in contact with his bed, I lay on top of him, but he was quick to change that. Continuing to massage my breasts he then moved down to my stomach, leaving light wet kisses, “Stop”, I murmured, I was desperate and he knew it, he chuckled and removed my underwear, and then he sat up straight, he was fully clothed while I was fully naked, I wasn’t comfortable exposing my body to men like that but I trusted him, he guided me over to his lap but faced me downwards so my ass was towards his face and my clit was rubbing against his damn boner, I hated it, hated it that he wasn’t naked, I wanted him, now.
I bucked my hips downward to gain more contact with his dick, “Slow down sweetheart, I’m gonna give it all to you, but patience, I’m gonna teach you what it really means to be patient. I let out a whimper as his hand came in contact with my ass. “Count em’,princess”, “One”, his hand landed harshly on my other cheek this time, “2”, and then came another one “3”, and another “4”, “5”, “6”, “7”, “8”, “9”, “10”, I kept counting, after he’d reddened my ass he let out a “good girl” in a low voice, that just made me even more wet, I had soaked his pants by now, I knew it, before I could comprehend what happened, his finger slipped into my folds making me tug at the bedsheets, my knuckles practically popping out of my hands as I held onto them, he shifted our position again but with his fingers still inside me, it felt so good, I was now under him, once again, helpless, his fingers pushed deeper into me as I bit my lip trying to stop the moans coming out. He added another finger and yet another, I whimpered, “funny how I just have to move my hand to make you feel this good, right”. He left a wet kiss on my bare neck and sucked on my breasts again, his fingers still moving in all directions inside of me. I felt a knot in my stomach as I clenched my walls around his fingers, he got the idea before whispering in my ear “Come”, I obeyed him as he swiftly moved down to take in my cum. I moaned while doing so. “Do you want more”, he asked, I nodded my head, “I want words”, “Y-yes”, “What’s the word”, he was making me obey him, I hated it but I said “Please”.
I heard his belt hit the wooden floor a, but I didn’t open my eyes, when I felt his presence right beside me, I opened them, boy is he ripped or what. His perfectly toned arms and chest made me go weak as I laid there, still recovering from his fingering. He smirked as he saw my facial expression, and that’s when I realized I was staring straight at his manhood. “Like what you see”, I looked away, blushing, a small smile on my lips. He chuckled before coming on top if my again lining himself against my opening but still not going in. “Laxus please”, “Beg for it”, “P-please fuck me”, he shook his head while chuckling and drilled straight into me, causing me to scream out his name. I was a moaning mess, my hands went straight to his hair and his back, scratching his back and tugging at his hair, I whimpered as his pace was picking up, he was going faster and faster, too much for me to not scream out his name. I kept on moaning and groaning, I hated it, why was I letting him take control over me? He slowed down which was definitely the reason that his legs were tired, I didn’t blame him he was going fast, very fast. He turned us over so now I sat on his dick, I stared at him as he smirked “Ride me”, I nodded my head taking control over him and removing his hands from my waists so I could take him in properly, just as I did that his dick soared into my body hitting my womb causing me to yelp out in pleasure. (is yelping out in pleasure even a thing? help) And Laxus grunted out loud throwing his head back, he loved it, I could see it, I smiled as I put my weight on my feet moving up and down, riding him, causing both of us to grunt and moan. I picked up the pace, it was tiring but I didn’t give a damn, after a while I felt him twitch, “I-I’m cl-close”, he said, “Me to-too”, I replied, He turned us over and pulled out right before he came, I came right after him. My cum was on his stomach and his cum was on mine. He smiled at me, and stood up, struggling a bit, I laughed at him. “Well you can’t even sit up straight”, he grumbled, I nodded my head as he walked over towards the bathroom, returning back with a wet cloth. He cleaned my stomach, gently, and then his. I smiled at his actions. He threw the towel somewhere in the room and laid on the bed pulling me into him. His arm rested on my waist, my back against his bare chest, as we both drifted off to sleep.
A/N: omg laxus smut for all of u laxus lovers. I hope this is okay. and i really gotta start writing about other characters too but I just can't get enough of Laxus, wow I'm so thirsty for that man, well who isn't?ANYWAYS THANKS FOR READING, STAY SAFE, I LOVE YOU GUYS
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Drunk Words (Frankie Catfish Morales x f!Reader)
Drunk Words / Sober Thoughts part one of two
Summary: Frankie’s drunk off his ass and needs a ride home. PART ONE of a two part Frankie fic
W/C: 2.7k+
Warnings: language, copious amounts of alcohol, Frankie is absolutely shitfaced
A/N: THANK U TO MY BABE @sanchosammy for this idea!!! I love it so much I fuckin LOVE my baby frankie
As you roll over in bed, you groan. You’ve been up for about 20 minutes now, unable to return to the blissful sleep that had been enveloping you before. The time on your watch now reads 3:07. You frown and grab your phone, lying on your side. The light is bright enough to make you squint, and you smile at the text thread you’ve received from Frankie tonight.
The man brings nothing but happiness to your life. You really do love Frankie, not just platonically. You want to hold his big and strong hands, want to lift up his ball cap and kiss him on the forehead, want to fluff the hat hair he always gets from that Standard Oil cap. More than anything, you want to softly kiss that little patch in his beard. It’s just existing there, perfectly clean even when he’s almost at a full beard. His tough fingers scratch it and you giggle, looking away when he asks what’s so funny. Nothing, Fish, you immediately reply. Fishie, if you’re feeling a little more flirtatious.
Frankie might be feeling the same, you’ve noticed lately. He’s a little more touchy with you. He hugs you longer than the other men, makes you dance with him when a good song comes on. He lets it happen when you steal his ball cap and wear it, where he’d scold and smack any of the other men for it. He lends you his flannel when you’re cold, wrapping it gingerly around your shoulders.
It’s been a long time that you’ve been friends now. Just recently, you’ve come to appreciate him differently. The way he hugs you warms your heart still, but it makes your heart race and your hands sweat. It makes you want to lift your face from where it rests in his neck and kiss him softly, your fingers working into that little bald patch on his jaw.
Even now, as he’s clearly drunk, you adore him. How can you not?
Frankie 🚁: attachment: one image
You open the photo and laugh. It’s a blurry selfie of Frankie, an arm draped over Santiago’s shoulders. The two men make faces like they’re going to bite the other, and it makes you chuckle aloud. You can see his fluffy curls peeking out from beneath the cap, and you desperately want to play with them. The image is blurry, showing that it must’ve been moving while he took it.
Frankie 🚁: missing u tonight, Santiago says he doesn’t like me when you’re not around
Frankie 🚁: holy fuck their new beer is really good, you gotta try it soon
Frankie 🚁: lol I fuckin love the nachos here
Frankie 🚁: snati is so annoying, pls get him away from me
Frankie 🚁: u r probably sleep sorry :((((
Frankie 🚁: can we got o a zoo soon?? I wanna see animals 🦫🐈🐕🦺🦡
You laugh out loud at the words, at Frankie’s terrible typing. He must be shitfaced. He’s hilarious when he’s drunk.
The last text was only four minutes ago.
Me: Alright, Fishie. Stop drinking and eat something. No more beer.
Frankie 🚁: ha I’m drinking that Coffey shit… Kalua?? isk but it’s so gooood
Your phone rings, filling the screen with your profile picture of Frankie. It’s a photo of him smiling, his dimple evident. Your cheek is pressed to his, grinning just as wide. God, he’s so fucking cute. You love him so much.
You take a second and stare at the photo before pressing the answer button and putting it on speaker. “Hey, Fish.”
“Hey,” he laughs, dragging the word out long and slow. “S’a shame you weren’t here, Will’s been buying all night.” His words are slurred and woozy. You can hear the roar of the bar behind him.
“Ah, so that’s why you’re shitfaced,” you laugh into the phone.
“Precisely,” he slurs, a smile clear in his voice. “I can’t drive.”
“I’m glad you realize that. What do you want me to do about that? I can have an Uber coming your way in ten minutes.”
“Will you pick me up?” He asks, his voice like a child’s. “Fuckin’ Ubers cost money, ‘n I just wanna see your pretty face.”
“Frankie,” you warn but feel your body warm at the notion.
“You got a cute little nose,” he laughs. “Just wanna boop it. Can I boop it? Just go… boop, boop boop. Right on the nose.”
You sigh. “Fine. I’ll be there in twenty minutes. You’re so fucking lucky I think you’re cute.”
“Thank you,” he practically sings. “See you then. Mwah.”
You throw on a hoodie and walk to your car, not caring to cover up your patterned flannel shorts that you sleep in. Your hair is messy, you don’t have makeup on, you don’t really give a shit. It’s Frankie.
Once you reach the bar, you shoot him a text, and the four men stumble outside. “Yo!” Benny calls and rushes over to you. It’s clear his normal balance has left his body for the night, his body a little wobbly. He’s an excited drunk. He slams on your window until you lower it. “Hey, you missed out on a good time,” he grins. His words blur together too.
Frankie follows behind him, an arm thrown across him. He’s still got a little balance. “Missed you so much, cariño. Santi’s being an ass.”
You look up at Will. “These fuckers need a ride too?” He’s the responsible one of the men, even when intoxicated.
He shakes his head. “Got an Uber coming. They’re staying at my place tonight.”
Frankie puts a hand on the car to steady himself. “Knew you’d come. Pretty girl always comes through for me, even at 3 A.M., thank you,” he slurs happily, his eyes half open.
Santiago leans against your car. “Hey gorgeous. We missed you.”
“Yeah, yeah,” you roll your eyes. “Get the grizzly bear in the car.”
Frankie laughs at the words. “Ooh, I like that. Big and fluffy but murderous.”
“I’m about to get murderous if you don’t get in the car right now, Francisco Morales.”
“Oh, snap!”
“Shit, man.”
Benny gives a whistle. The men all make noises in commentary and laugh, Will opening the door. Frankie flops down inside. Benny ensures that all of his limbs have made it in and shuts the door. “Don’t party too hard with him tonight,” Santiago calls and you roll your eyes.
The two of you drive off and out of the bar parking lot.
“Hey, Fish,” you say, snapping your fingers in front of his face. “Buckle up. I’m not getting in trouble for your dumb ass.”
“You always do, though,” he mumbles and tilts his head to look at you. “You’re so good to me.”
“I’m a fucking saint,” you sigh sarcastically. “Seriously, buckle up. If you can’t do it yourself, we’re going to the ER for alcohol poisoning.”
“No,” he whines and pouts at you. “Just wanna be close to you. Wanna just…” he trails off and rests his head against your shoulder. “Mm. There. Your skin is so soft.”
“That’s my hoodie, Frankie.”
He takes a deep breath in through his nose, the scent clicking in his addled brain. “No, that’s my hoodie.”
He’s right, you realize. You grabbed a random sweatshirt and pulled it on before leaving. You’re the one who’s always cold at gatherings, leaving Frankie to share one of his many layers with you. You smile a bit. “It’s comfy.”
“I like it better on you. I really like you in my clothes, you know that? Wear them way better than I can. You just look so cute and so little.”
“Frankie, I’m 5’9,” you refute and glare down at him, where he looks up at you with puppy-dog mocha-colored eyes.
“Just look so small in ‘em. I’m like 6’0, you know that.”
“I do know that, Francisco. You remind us all the time,” you laugh, removing his ball cap and tossing it into his lap. “Still shorter than Benny. Get that hat off and I think you’re shorter than Santi.”
“I’m taller than him,” Frankie whines at the reminder. “How come Benny’s the baby and he’s so tall? He’s like a fuckin’ giraffe up there, can never see his stupid face,” he pouts.
“He’s too tall for comfortable hugs,” you nod in agreement. “And Santi is too short. And Will is too fucking awkward,” you laugh. You purposely leave out the bit about how perfect hugs from Frankie are, how much you dream about them and crave them.
His dark brows furrow as he looks up at you with glazed eyes. “Wha’bout me?”
The car stops for a moment as a light in front of you turns red. You smile down at him and push his messy curls from his forehead. “I like hugging you. You’re comfy.”
“Ha, grizzly bear hugs,” he slurs. “Y’should call me that more often. I like it when you call me things the boys don’t. Makes me feel tingly,” he laughs, lovestruck as he looks up at you.
“Tingly?”
“Yeah, like when they put the meds in before they steal your teeth.”
“Steal your teeth?” You laugh loudly, toying with one of the curls. “Do you mean get a tooth removed?”
“Same thing. I don’t like it when they do it then. I like it when you call me stuff though. Fishie makes me laugh and feel happy.”
“Oh yeah?” God, he’s so fucking precious. He looks at you like a puppy stares at their owner, pure and unadulterated love radiating from them. “I’ll need to call you Fishie more often then.”
It’s quiet for a while. Frankie’s head still rests against your shoulder. He can feel all of the tiny muscles move as you steer and navigate the car. He likes the way they move, making his drunken head even more floaty. After a few moments, he shifts to lean against the car door, just watching you.
The music drifting from the radio is soft and quiet. You almost think Frankie’s fallen asleep, since he’s so quiet, but you look over and see him gazing over at you. “Penny for your thoughts, Fish.”
You’re expecting something stupid. Frankie is quite the philosopher when he’s drunk, always asking odd rhetorical questions. ‘Is a muffin an unfrosted cupcake?’ has always been a favorite of his. He’s never quite made up his mind about it, waxing poetic about the difference in the two baked goods.
He always says something stupid, but this time, his sober thoughts become his drunken words. “You’re the most absolute prettiest woman I’ve ever seen,” he smiles at you, those pink lips curled into a soft smile. It shows off his dimple, and you want to scream from how cute he looks. One of his big hands reaches over and cups your face.
“You’re drunk,” you shake your head, looking back at the road. “Don’t be stupid.”
“No, I mean yeah. Kinda drunk and really stupid, ha, but I mean it. You’re so fuckin’ pretty, cariño.” The backs of his fingers trace across the side of your face, resting on the side of your neck now.
You look down at yourself, still skeptical. “No, I know what you’re gonna say,” he pouts, beating you to the punch. “You’re in your pajamas and your hair is all messy ‘n whatever, but you’re so pretty. Your face is so cute. I love your nose. Just wanna…” he leans over and makes good on his promise for earlier. “Boop,” he coos as he pokes the tip of your nose, smiling wide. “You’re so cute. The guys make fun’a me because I never shut up about it.”
“Oh really?” you ask, raising an eyebrow and laughing.
“Yeah. Santi says I’m in love with you,” he murmurs, sitting back against the car window.
You gulp as you force yourself to grip the steering wheel harder, staring at the white dashes separating the two-lane road. “Yeah? What do you have to say on the matter?”
“I’m kinda thinkin’ he might be right.” His voice is small and quiet.
You shake your head again, eyes watering from the honesty. There’s no way he can think that. He’s shitfaced. He doesn’t mean it, there’s no way. He’s never been more than a friend, done anything to indicate romance.
Or… maybe he has, you reflect. He pays for your drinks most nights. He’ll order something you want and share it with you. He’s always a little touchier than he is with the boys. “You don’t mean that,” you say quietly, swallowing hard.
Whatever common sense he has left tells him to be quiet, so he does. He sits there silently for the rest of the drive, the tension palpable between the two of you. When you finally reach his house and park, you hold your breath. You don’t know what to do, what to say, but you can’t just let him go inside without saying anything. He sits up a little straighter as he realizes he’s come to a stop.
You bite your lip and look over at him. “I should help you inside.”
He nods and you turn off the car, putting the key in the pocket of your hoodie. You get out and walk to Frankie’s side, opening his door. He reaches his arms out to you and you chuckle a little. He looks like a helpless little child.
“Alright, grizzly bear,” you grunt as he swings his feet out and you help lift him to his feet. His arms cling to you tight until he’s standing up.
“Thanks,” he murmurs and wraps an arm around your shoulder when he’s upright.
“Don’t thank me yet,” you chuckle.
Using you as a crutch, he walks alongside you and into his house. He fumbles with the key until you open it for him, then lock it behind you. He leads the way to his room, opening the door and sighing as he sees his bed.
“Not yet,” you say as he tries to get to the bed. “Come on.” You pull his flannel off, leaving him in the t-shirt underneath. “Okay, go on.” He flops down onto his bed with a happy noise. Once he’s down, you unlace his boots and pull them off, then his socks.
Standing at his side, you undo his belt. “Woah,” he laughs. “‘M way too drunk for that, pretty girl. Kinda wanna though.”
“Shut the fuck up, Fish,” you laugh and thread it through the loops, tossing it aside. “I’m getting your clothes off so you can sleep.”
“Oh,” he sighs, giggling drunkenly as you pull his pants off. “Kinda feels like we’re gonna fuck.”
“Maybe another time,” you tease and pull the covers over him. Pushing his curls from his face, you softly kiss his cheek. “Call me when you’re sober, okay?”
He frowns and grabs the hand on his face with both of his rough palms. “Don’t leave me,” he pouts.
“Frankie,” you sigh and look at your watch. “It’s 3:35 in the goddamn morning.”
“Then stay the night,” he begs. “You said you like hugging me. I want you to hug me all night long,” he sighs, kissing your fingertips. You smile softly. It’s a good offer, you have to admit. He makes it even harder to say no. “I won’t be able to sleep if you’re not here when I wake up.”
“Lots of things can happen while you’re asleep, Fishie. I can-”
“Mm, Fishie,” he says with a smile, his eyes fluttering closed. “Come snuggle with me, pretty girl.”
You sigh as you look at the man. It’s not like you haven’t spent time pressed into his side, watching a sports game or a movie. You and Frankie are affectionate friends. He looks so warm and inviting, his body radiating heat. “Fine,” you give in. “Only because I’m cold.”
“Not ‘cause you like me too?” he asks and rolls over, leaving room for you.
“We can discuss that when you’re sober.” The spot he laid is warm and cozy, his body heat making it perfect for you. You slide under the covers next to him and he wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his chest.
Frankie presses a sloppy kiss to your head, smiling. You can hear his slow and steady heartbeat. “G’night cariño,” he mumbles, lips still buried in your hair.
“Goodnight, Frankie,” you whisper.
He falls asleep almost instantly, and you’re close behind him. You’ve never been more at peace than when you fall asleep in Frankie Morales’s arms.
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just like magic with marvel cast, the vibe is----- a perfect song for a lil b*tch with a good heart and a sarcastic mouth
just like magic is the song we ALL need for 2020😌 Start manifesting ya’ll🖤 Also thank you sm for the request I am so so sorry this took so freakin’ long😭 Love u, happy reading🖤🖤 Tried to add my own lil twist to your request:)
(A lil different from the request, but I tried to make the reader have a bit sas.)
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just like magic
Growing up within the Marvel Cinematic Universe was probably one of things you were most grateful for. When you first started out you weren’t that social. You were new to the business, you didn’t know anybody and you were intimidated by every single actor you crossed paths with.
At first you didn’t feel like you fit in. You felt as if you were a burden to everyone else. You barely talked to anyone which made the others approach you out of force by the Russos. Everyone around you was talented while you were just some newcomer who had jack shit as experience. The first few years you were insecure of yourself mentally and physically. You weren’t as pretty or fit as the other women in the MCU nor did your skills live up to theirs. Which led to some unhealthy habits. Plus there were haters and movie critics who would say horrible things about you and your acting.
You had a rocky start unlike Tom Holland and even Lexi Rabe. Until one day when you realized that you had to change how you were thinking. It took you a while but all that negative thinking you were doing was only bringing you negative energy. So when you had a break from filming movies, your number one goal was to improve yourself.
Wake up in my bed, I just wanna have a good day (Mmm, ah)
Think it in my head, then it happens how it should, ayy
Twelve o'clock, I got a team meeting, then a meditation at like 1:30
Then I ride to the studio listening to some shit I wrote (Oh)
You woke up with smile on your face in a sense of calmness. The sun shined bright hues into your room as you got up from your bed. Today was the first day back on set. You guys were finally filming Civil War and you were honestly so excited. As you did your morning routine, you went over how the day would go in your head. You’re genuinely excited to see the entire cast. It has been almost half a year since you’ve seen everyone and you couldn’t wait to be back.
You took one last look at yourself in the mirror. Compared to the previous year, you looked and felt healthy. Your eyes shined and you looked well relaxed. You know like one of those face cleanser commercials? That’s how you felt. You felt like a breath of fresh air.
The ride to the studio took a good 30 minutes but it felt like seconds. You entered the set with a new sense of confidence and pride. The energy was practically radiating off you.
“(Y/n)?” You hear someone call from behind you. You turn around and see Scarlett looking at you.
“Hey!” You greet her as you approach her. You pulled her into a hug, startling her.
“Oh! Hello to you too, honey.” She laughed as she wrapped her arms around you. “How are you?”
“I’m doing great! Life’s been good.” You answer as a toothy grin graces itself on your face. Scarlett’s eyes are filled with shocked. From the previous times she’s talked to you she’s never seen you so loud or open. You were always shy and closed off from everyone on set.
Good karma, my aesthetic (Aesthetic)
Keep my conscience clear, that's why I'm so magnetic
Manifest it (Yeah), I finessed it (I finessed it)
Take my pen and write some love letters to Heaven
Eventually everyone on set caught on to your new attitude. Though they tried to be discreet about their reactions and shocked expressions, you could still see how they were caught off guard by your sudden change of nature.
Anthony watched as you conversed with Elizabeth and Scarlett on the couch in Robert’s “village” . You were probably the most smiliest person in the room beating Evans, who was eating his lunch.
“She’s like different. But in a good way. It’s like she’s bloomed.” Anthony thought out loud to the men beside him. Chris (E) and Sebastian look in your direction.
“Bloomed?” Chris snorted as he swallowed his food.
“Yeah, like she’s growing into a woman.” Anthony hummed proudly as he went back to his own lunch. Sebastian smiled at you, “I think she’s gained some confidence in herself and finally realized how good of a person she is.”
“If she’s finally realized that, I’m glad she did. She’s like a ball of sunshine, it’s adorable.” Chris smiled proudly at you as your hands move around animatedly while explaining some story to the two women in front of you.
“Y’all think it’s a boy?” Anthony wondered. Sebastian rolled his eyes at his friend. Before he can even respond Anthony is calling you over. You approach the men with a smile and take a seat beside Sebastian.
“What’s up?” You greet them. Chris nods at you as he chews on his sandwich. Sebastian greeting you with a quiet “hey”.
“So who’s the lucky man?” Anthony asks teasingly. Your brows knit together head tilting to the side.
“Man?”
“Yes man, or boy, whatever. Who’s got you feelin’ yourself, (y/n).” Anthony wiggles his brows as he shimmies closer to you. Sebastian, who’s in between you two, cringes at the man to his left.
You didn’t take any offense to the question, knowing that everyone was curious as to why you were so unlike yourself.
You chuckled before smirking at the older man, “Anthony, honey. I don’t need a man to be feelin’ myself. I did this on my own.”
Chris and Sebastian’s mouth drop at your answer. Chris laughed as he pointed out Anthony’s face. Sebastian slung an arm around your shoulder bringing you into a side hug as he laughed with Chris.
“To be fair” Chris began to say but started to laugh, “To be fair, you deserved that.” Anthony’s face went flushed as he nodded to himself. You suddenly felt bad that you put him on the spot.
“Alright, stop laughing at him.” You playfully glare at Chris and Seb. You poke Anthony’s arm, “To answer your question, I’ve just been working on myself. Thinking more positively, I even tried manifestation.”
“You know what, that’s good. You’re taking care of yourself mentally and physically. I’m proud of you for doing this for yourself, we all are.” Anthony tells you as he motions to the two other men.
You look at all three of them, all of them looking at you with pride, “Thanks guys.”
Just like magic (Baby), just like magic (Oh yeah)
Middle finger to my thumb and then I snap it
Just like magic (Yeah), I'm attractive (Oh yeah)
I get everything I want 'cause I attract it (Oh)
As the months passed, the more you evolved into another version of you. You walked with determination, carried yourself with such grace and you’ve gained confidence in your career. You didn’t let your insecurities get to you, instead you faced them and overcame them. You were tired of letting them control you.
Your change in attitude and perspective on life has definitely affected your life in many ways. Manifestation was one of the things that have helped you the most. Writing about your goals and putting that energy out to the world has helped you persevere in your job. You’ve only faced good karma; sending out positive energy and receiving it back from the universe.
So far you’ve been casted in two new projects and have a campaign lined up with Gucci. If you were told a year ago that you’d be working with big time directors and freakin’ Gucci, you wouldn’t have believe them. Life has been unreal ever since you decided to change your life around. But of course you had to thank your Marvel family, without them and their support you probably wouldn’t haven gotten to where you were today.
Looking at my phone, but I'm tryna disconnect it (Oh yeah)
Read a fuckin' book, I be tryna stay connected (Yeah)
Say it's tricky at the top, gotta keep a slim ego for a thick wallet
Losing friends left and right, but I just send 'em love and light (Oh)
As many people recognized your success many people still tried to pull you down. Some fans on social media have noticed your change in behavior and have even praised you for practicing self care. While others still tried to push you off the mountain of success you were currently on and drag you across the ground.
These were the reasons as to why you were barely on your phone anymore. You used to be invested in your phone but after realizing how much negativity it brought you, you’ve decided to slowly disconnect from it. Which led you to becoming more interested into books.
Chris (E) had even brought some of his favorite arts of literature for you to borrow. You were currently on your third book of his, Sapiens A Brief History of Humankind by Yuval Noah Harari. You were sitting outside your trailer in a fold up chair under the shade. Your peacefulness was interrupted by Tom (Holland) who had a worried expression on his face.
“Have you not seen it yet?” He asked you as soon as he was in front of you. Being the two most youngest actors on the current set, you guys were closer to each other than with the adults.
“Seen what, Tommy?” You put a finger in between the pages you were reading to save your spot. Tom pulls his phone out and began to type. He tapped on his screen and turned the screen to you.
“She’s been talking crap about you for days.” You read the article and saw that one of your “friends”, Sabrina has been speaking out about your success and how it’s changed you as a person.
“She’s going off about how the more money you get in your wallet, the more bratty and arrogant you become.” He grumbled as he turned his phone off.
“I could care less, honestly. I know I haven’t done anything to her and if I did I was unaware of it. Plus, she stopped talking to me after I said I couldn’t get her a part in a movie.” You shrugged as you placed a proper bookmark in the book.
“You’re not upset?”
“I mean it’s sad that she’s acting so two faced. But if that’s how she wants to roll, then be my guest. It’s her loss, not everyone has great taste.” You flicked a piece of hair away from your face with your hand.
“You’re not gonna release a statement against her?”
“No, probably just wish her well with her life and move on with my own.” You answered much to Tom’s dismay.
Redesign your brain, we gon' make some new habits
Just like magic (Just like magic), just like magic
Filming has officially ended a few months ago and now you guys were doing press tour for Civil War. Before you were the new and improved version of yourself, you dreaded press tours. Some interviewers were nice and respectful, but there were those who would ask inappropriate questions and were just rude in general. All you could remember during those past tours was wanting to leave those rooms as soon as possible.
The q&a panel at New York had a packed room. There were many journalist crowded in the room shoulder to shoulder. You were sat in between Elizabeth and Scarlett, two of the women who have been guiding you and teaching you about life as a woman in the business. They were also like your older sisters.
The panel had been going smoothly for the first half hour until a man with a snobby face and cocky demeanor approached the mic.
“Hello, I’m Keith and my question’s for (y/n).” He began. You nodded in his direction, motioning for him to continue.
“I think everyone’s noticed how you’ve changed and developed as a person. Obviously something’s changed in your life. So I want to know if you’ve had any intimate relationships with any of the men in the cast?” You were surprised at the man’s question. First it was bold of him to ask such a question and second it was just disrespectful to you and the others on the cast.
“I mean someone’s gotta be fucking you good to make you crawl out your shell.” The man finished shrugging nonchalantly. Robert was about to interject but your mouth was quicker than his. The men of the cast were disgusted at the man while they sat at the edge of their seats.
“Well last time I checked my contract, my job was to act, not sleep around with the men who are part of these movies.” You spoke into the mic. All the attention was on you while the room was at a standstill.
“It’s also very upsetting that you think a girl needs to be fucked in order to be confident in herself. I hate to break it to you but women are completely capable of turning their lives around without the help of men and that says a lot about you, sir. So if I were you, I’d take myself back to my seat and rethink my life because if one of us has to redesign our brains it’s you.” You finished as you placed your mic on your lap. The room was silent until the cast began to clap. This was your first time standing up for yourself, usually Robert or Scarlett would swoop in and save you but this time, you were saving yourself.
You shook your head as you blushed, shoving your head in your hands. You felt some pats on the backs and cheers from your dysfunctional family. You look up and see Scarlett and Elizabeth smiling at you proudly.
“Isn’t she amazing?” Robert asked the crowd as he hugged you. The crowd cheering you on.
Just like magic, your life felt like a dream come true, knowing that you were worth it and enough for the people around you and for yourself.
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fanfic ask game!
i was tagged by uhhh kasmdf SEVERAL people my apologies i’ve been juggling some things but most recently i was tagged by @hetrez @henswilsons and @rewritetheending i am blowing kisses to u all, thank you much
What is your total posted word count on AO3?
okay so on my foxwatson account it’s 752,836 which is already a lot but uh. kasdf if you include my other old secret account it’s 808,708 which is truly like uh. boy that’s a lot!!!! to be fair i’ve been posting on ao3 for over 10 years now but that’s still pretty fuckin wild.
How often do you write?
when i’m feeling good i aim for every day, and usually manage at least three days a week. every once in a while i get in a really bad funk and don’t write for a couple months - usually when i’m in between interests and can’t get motivated to work on my original stuff
Do you have a routine for writing?
lately i’ve been doing a lot of writing at work, honestly uh. i think generally when the thoughts hit me i just try to get seated somewhere comfortable and open up google docs. sometimes i make a playlist or put on background music but sometimes i’m okay without it, too.
What’s your favourite tropes/pairing?
ohhh tropes. man there’s so many i truly love. i gotta say i’m very like. friends to lovers, childhood friends to lovers, that’s like klasdf almost a requirement for me to be interested. i love a slow burn, i love a mutual pining situation, i love a good old fashioned miscommunication. in terms of other favorites - i love fake dating and fake marriage or marriage of convenience stuff, i have a weakness for soulmate aus, and i think identity porn is both wonderful and underrated.
for pairings - obviously right now i live and breathe buck and eddie but kmsfad reddie will never be far from my heart, and stucky is probably my favorite pairing i’ve never actually finished a fic for. i have like klamsdf an annual unscheduled stucky spiral where i just binge a bunch of fic and tap at my two little unfinished stucky fics but then something always distracts me.
Do you have a favourite fic of yours?
augghhh um. if it’s my favorite buddie fic, that’s probably get out of my head? i think? klsdfa no offense to romance novelist eddie, i think i just finished it too recently, i still struggle with going back to read it. of my fics in general, i think it’s still actually the fic i wrote for my own private idaho, the path that we chose. that’s one of my favorite things i’ve ever written.
Your fic with the most kudos?
FAR and away, that continues to be the most popular reddie fic i ever wrote, hoping to be found, which was lkamds for some time sort of my magnum opus. shoutout to my fellow reddies.
Anything you don’t like about your writing?
i use too many em dashes asdAKLSDFMA no uh. sometimes i’m worried that my descriptions are too mechanical? i’m not a very poetic writer, i’m more kind of. practical and sometimes i get lucky with a turn of phrase, and sometimes i get frustrated with that.
Now something you do like?
i loooooove my dialogue like. it’s taken me a long time to be able to say that but i work so hard on my dialogue, i spend ages rereading it and reading it out loud and finessing it and i’m so picky about it and so. i feel like i deserve to be proud of it :) i also think i’m pretty good at characterization and pacing, also from a lot of hard work and practice.
i think the only people i know who haven’t done this yet are @colonoscopys and @fallingthorns ? but i could be wrong sorry if so klasdf if you haven’t done this yet and wanna be tagged please just let me know!!!
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It takes a lot for my brain to slow down and be quiet? And I think librarian bucky would be perfect for helping with that? Hear me out hear me out 🥴
He just seems so calm and steady that he’d be an anchor to others ya know? Wouldn’t mind garden and museum dates for quiet intimacy. Would love to read to u before bed/during date nights in. Is BIG on cuddles and napping together for closeness. Is totally down to plan quiet date nights for just you two, takeout and tv and no one else, for those days or weeks that ur mind is a little too noisy and weird 🥺 It’s all planned out so that as soon as u walk into his or ur apartment, he’s got food ready and funny disney movies and some new blankets u were looking at the other day 🍦🍪🍮🍰🍯
“Hey honey, I’ve got your favorite! Don’t worry, they put the sauces in there this time, I fussed at em a little. Lemme hold you for a minute, gotta hold my girl, know she’s been a little flustered with everything lately. But I’ve gotcha now. Go pick out a blanket and I’ll get the food heated up. You wanna watch Finding Nemo or The Princess Dairies first? Both are incredible picks if I do say so myself” 💓💗💖
- too loud to think 🍋 anon
Oh, sweet 🍋 nonny if only you knew just how much this resonates with me and how much I needed it after the work week I had.
Librarian!Bucky and his infinite patience and near magical ability to read you and figure out what you need. I'm thinking maybe he might be something of an introvert, he knows the value of recharging your energy, knows that sometimes you need a quiet night, sometimes you crave his voice reading to you to anchor you. And always, always food. Whether sweet or savory, he makes it happen.
Most often it's takeout, or things he's picked up on his way home. Cupcakes from a bakery he passed while hurrying to the train. Your favourite drink from Starbucks. One time, he has to go to Manhattan for something or other, and he comes back with a whole box of donuts from The Donut Pub. But sometimes. Oh, 🍋 nonny, sometimes, he bakes for you, and you can feel the scent of it from the bottom floor. Cinnamon rolls and brownies and something he isn't sure what it is, "but it's got a shit ton of chocolate in it, so it's automatically good".
His favourite part about movie night in? Building a blanket fort. It's incredible how many sheets and blankets the man seems to own, but every time, he makes a cosy little nest for you, lets you pick a movie and settles down to hold you.
#abovethesmokestacks answers#🍋 anon#librarian!Bucky#soft thoughts#fic: all the words in all the worlds
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