#ugggh fuck how do i tag

[enihk-writes]

[before the year ends]

seasonal fics : 除夕 (chú xī) / lunar new year's eve edition

paring: various!hwasan men x gn!reader

summary: things that happen on the last day of the year.

characters: chung myung (can be read as both pbss and mhdd) // chung mun // chung jin // tang bo // tang gunak // jang ilso // jin hyeon // lee songbaek // jin geumryong // baek cheon

author's note: my personal music recommendations for the day are lovers in seoul by off the menu , hot potato by n.flying , coconut love by seoulmoon , mercury by bye bye badman and t + tik tak tok by silica gel feat. So!YoON! (doing this for fun because my other hobby is looking for new music and putting them in a playlist partly because one of my teenage dreams was to open up a cd shop in an art street or own a music-vinyl brunch cafe by the seaside ugggh but you need money like do you know how expensive seaside properties are in singapore!!! i don't have that cash!!! so i have to work!!!! fuck!!!!)

CHUNG MYUNG doesn't like to be cooped up indoors during the festive period. so that afternoon he slipped out to visit the next town over, hearing about their night market and looking forward to getting drunk off his rocker before returning home. only to come face-to-face with you. to his credit he tried to divert your attention to slip away with a bold-faced lie but to be honest, he isn't very good at that. he ends up letting you tag along to buy your silence. which wasn't that bad of a decision — he found himself enjoying the private time he had with you more than he'd expected, like walking through the markets with pinkies interlocked, visiting taverns and teahouses getting mistaken for a couple to get discounts, even the passionate drunken kisses you both shared on the inn balcony which left him quite dazed. when he gets back he would have to have a talk with you about what happened here. though right now he's a little preoccupied with leaving marks all up your neck, hands under your clothes going to places he probably shouldn't, revelling in your embarrassment a little too much. thank goodness he had the foresight to rent out a room to stay in so the both of you could do whatever you wanted in here to the heart's content all night long.

CHUNG MUN watches as you scurry around the sect grounds checking in on the workers who were all preparing for the banquet that was to be held over the new year. as the sect leader he shouldn't interrupt another elder's duties, but as your husband he wanted you to pay attention to him too — it was new years eve and your spouse can't even ask for some alone time with you? you were so cruel, was this how he was to spend the last day of the year? he sighed and turned back to his papers, finishing up with his own work until it was finally time for bed. you met him in the front of your shared house, he finds himself cracking a smile when you bury your face into his chest, he walks you over to sit together on the bench, where you plop your head down on his lap, very much like a certain youngest, pouring your heart out on the annoyances that you've faced today so what has your dear husband have in mind to reward their hardworking partner? the man only chuckles at your ranting, running his fingers until you fell asleep, carrying your tired body to tuck you in bed. he looks over at your peaceful form one more time, kisses your hand and leaves for his own quarters to retire for the night.

CHUNG JIN had been pulled out from under the pile of books he's buried under to take a day off at the behest of the other elders and disciples. not knowing what to do, he hovers around your side, not really wanting to go down the mountain without a solid plan. you thought he looked a little like a lost sparrow then, so you let him stay around as you went about your day. he aided you with small tasks here and there — wasn't he supposed to be on break? old habits die hard, you supposed. he ended up helping you finish your job earlier than intended, bringing the leftovers from the kitchen along, the two of you headed down the forested path at the back of the mountain to wile away the rest of the afternoon as you ate the food and engaged in small talk about nothing in particular. the sun felt warm on your skin, and as it began to set, the sounds of the flowing stream nearby lulled the two elders into a dreamless sleep.

TANG BO stifled a laugh as he looked at your sorry state. only an idiot falls sick on new year's eve — was what he'd told you. you wanted to strangle him right then and there, never mind that he was your husband. he offered to nurse you for the day, supposedly from the kindness of his heart. bullshit. this guy had something up his sleeve, you were so sure of it. but whatever you thought he'd do never happened. your husband truly did take care of you that whole day. he'd wipe off your cold sweat, change towels, feed you food and medication on time, among other things. you thought he'd turn over a new leaf and was just about to praise him when he snickers at you again. maybe you should get sick more often, you're so much nicer when you're quiet like this. too bad for him your fingers were faster as you shove them up his nose to choke him in retaliation. fortune favours the just. the next morning you woke up feeling good as new — your fever had gone away just in time to celebrate the new year. your husband, on the other hand, didn't seem to be doing too well, seemingly catching your cold from yesterday. hmph, serves him right for teasing you like that.

TANG GUNAK could not catch a break even on new year's eve. there was always work to do, the world did not stop on holidays, after all. you slipped into the room quietly with refreshments in hand, hoping to get him to take a short break from his paperwork. the man had sharp ears — recognising the weighted rhythm of your footsteps even as you were on the far end of the hallway. he sets down his brush, getting up to greet you. my love, he'd call out softly, expertly placing away the tray in your hands. you laugh as he pulls you into his embrace, his face burrowing into your shoulder. you try to hug him back with as much vigour you could muster, pulling away just so you could place a few pecks on his face. it wasn't a very long break, but he was grateful for it nonetheless. he sipped on the tea you brewed, listening to your excited recounting of a new novel you had been reading. new years was a time to give thanks for the blessings in life, and he was more than thankful for the way your shoulder felt pressed against his arm as you two sat side by side.

JANG ILSO cared little for the festivities. he wasn't in the mood for any banquet, or party or whatever loud activity. he had been itching to do something, but he couldn't pinpoint what he wanted to do and the idea of going outside annoyed him. you didn't really know, nor cared to find out about your employer's stormy tantrum going on right at that moment. unfortunately for you, you were one of his go-to people to piss off and annoy whenever he wanted to cause trouble. your boss was a temperamental man, and you always walked on eggshells around him. little did you know that you were third on his list of people he liked, so in the off chance that you did piss him off, he wasn't going to get rid of you. not that soon or quickly anyways. he barged into your office with attendants trailing behind him with boxes of drinks, food and entertainment for that evening. he was here to bother you, if you so kindly didn't mind. most of what happened was blurry — you only remembered drinking the sweet wine, going down far too easily, possibly knocking over papers and ink all over your desk and then passing out. the next time you came to, you were in a guest bedroom near your boss' own. the hangover medicine and new clothes already laid out on the table for you. there was no way you had created a moment that your boss could hold over your head as blackmail. no, you detested the teasing that was sure to come from him in the coming year.

JIN HYEON had been out on an errand on behalf of the elders, and finally, he was going back to wudang just in time for new years. he stops by the small diner in the town next door, he often had his meals here whenever he's going out, outwardly he said it's because he liked the lotus root soup with pork ribs served with warm rice. in reality, he just wanted to find a chance to talk to you, the owner — a familiar face he had known since both of you were mere apprentices. though now you had taken over the restaurant your adoptive grandfather had left behind for you while he had risen up to the rank of a second-grade disciple. the diner was small, and the business was decent enough to make ends meet, but it wasn't so busy that you didn't have time to sit across him to have a short chat before he headed off. you asked him if he would stay and visit the night market this year. he shook his head sadly, feeling bad that he was turning down your offer yet again. you shook your disappointment off, opting to change the topic. the hour passed far too quickly, and he had to report back to the elders before night fall. you walk him towards the door, just as the wind picks up from where your back was turned, pushing you into his chest. the man takes the opportunity to pull you a little closer, accidentally placing a peck on your forehead. you didn't think he'd be this affectionate today but who cared? it was new years eve and it's been a while since he had walked you home. maybe next year you could ask him again to come with you to the night market.

LEE SONGBAEK had gone to his hometown for the new year celebrations. he had been given permission by the elders to do so, along with a good majority of the other disciples. things had been really quiet back in the sect with nobody really wanting to do anything with them. speaking of which, he hadn't seen his family in years by now, and he wondered how they were all doing. he didn't plan to spend too much time — have dinner, catch up, stay overnight and leave the next morning. he didn't expect to see that you would also be in his house, helping out with the new year's eve dinner. he could smell the dough and sesame paste drying out in the sun for the tang-yuan they'd all have later. actually, he thinks most of the village was congregated at his house. the disciples who had tagged along with him were a little taken aback at the size of the crowd, much to his embarrassment. he didn't think his village would be so stoked to have him back on new years with his sect brothers. you slipped out of the kitchen to greet him as the elders fussed over the boys that had come to visit. he leans over to greet you, feeling a small smile pull at his lips when you tousle his hair. his original plan might have been a little thwarted, but since you were here, he didn't really mind. ah, when he goes back to the sect, he should ask if the tailor was accepting any apprentices — if he were, and you came over, he might see you around more often in the coming year.

JIN GEUMRYONG wished he was anywhere else but here right now. but, as the eldest and prodigal son he should behave appropriately. he slips out of the banquet hall at the first opportunity, making shoddy excuses like needing to go to the restroom. he finds a spot in the quietest part of the estate, taking a moment to collect himself from the incessant social interaction he's had the whole day. soft footsteps approach him — really? he feels annoyed, but tries to reign back his distaste when he sees your smiling face beaming at him. go away. he tells you, not in the mood to deal with whatever you were about to drag him into. please? you'd beg, your hand pulling at his arm to get him on his feet. there was something you wanted to show him, and if he didn't go with you now, he was going to miss it! the man agreed reluctantly, letting you take him to the lake behind the hills. the night sky was clear and he could see every sparkling star in the sky. you sit on a fallen log, seemingly waiting for something to happen. he sits right by you, choosing not to question your actions. and then — there it was. the stars fell from the sky one after another, painting the night in long white painter's lines. he'd never seen anything like this in his life thus far, and he might not ever see it again. but it didn't matter. when you asked, doesn't it look amazing? he could only hum, unable to take his eyes off you all while your gaze was turned to the spectacle in the skies.

BAEK CHEON, for the life of him, can't decide which tassel he wanted to buy and ended up just getting a roll of thread in plum-blossom pink to make one on his own. the handiwork was clumsy, clearly amateurish with the bronze coin woven into the accessory. it certainly resembled the shape of a tassel — if you didn't look at the finer details too closely and for too long. you could see him look embarrassed at the quality and was already regretting giving it to you. but how could you not want his sincere gift? you loved it, flaws and all, because it was from him and you wanted to be reminded of the idea that this perfectionist still could make mistakes. you pull him down for a kiss. and then another. and another, until you were peppering his whole face in kisses because your heart couldn't handle this gap in his personality. your poor love, look at how red his face had become. he didn't know whether to be happy that you liked his gift this much, or feel shy at the public show of affection in a place where everyone in the sect could possibly see? you can't help but snicker mischievously as you skipped away from the scene — leaving the poor boy in a flustered mess.

[spectrechosts]

Dressed Up To The Eyes - Chapter 5

Chillin' with the killbot girlfriend.

Full Series

"Not sure about this."

Medusa grumbled and buried her face in Jester's neck as she scrolled through cybernetics catalogues on her tablet.

"C'mon, we're just looking! You don't like your body, lets see what our options are."

Jester reached her hand back and gently drummed on the side of Medusa's helmet with her fingers. It usually calmed her down, she liked to think of it as the Medusa version of stroking her hair.

"Options are expensive."

"Lookin's cheap. Do you want to be a government killbot for the rest of your life?"

Medusa squeezed her tighter.

"No."

"So make a wishlist with me! We can figure out how to make it work later."

"Setting up for disappointment."

"You're disappointed now."

Medusa made a tone that was probably meant to be a whiny grumble.

"Show me."

"Yessss. Okay, what are we looking for here?"

"Better voicebox. Human-standard jaw replacement." Medusa said, peeking over her shoulder.

"Okay, wh-"

"Terran type 3 connector."

"Okay." Jester and Medusa watched as the screen filled with compatible cybernetics, pictures accompanied with star ratings and prices in the tens of thousands of credits. "I mean, that's not that bad." Jester said, trying to calculate how long it would take her to save up enough for just this one part.

"Pretty bad."

"Yeah, but there's like, there's orgs that help with this shit. Insurance that covers it. It's not impossible."

"Search full body chassis. Terran type 6 neck connector."

Jester punched in the search, and another page of results populated the screen.

She whistled.

"That's, I mean, we could afford that eventually" She said.

"Or could afford a house eventually."

"It's- Any number of things could happen. Maybe the government will be like 'Hey, please never tell anybody we did techno-necromancy on you. Here's a sweet bod.' and you can just get whatever you want on their dime."

"Unlikely. Cheaper and safer to decommission. Get used to killbot girlfriend."

"It's not about what I can or cannot get used to." Jester said. "I want you to feel comfortable in your own skin."

"Have very little skin." Said Medusa, deadpan.

"Dusa."

She bumped her forehead against Jester.

"Can cope. Had years to come to terms with it."

"But you shouldn't have to cope!" Jester whined. "You should be happyyyy."

"Am happy enough." Another gentle headbutt. "Stop fussing."

"Ugggh."

Medusa rolled her eyes and reached for the tablet, typing in a serial number from memory.

"Hypothetically. Want this one "

Jester whistled again as the page loaded, though this time not just at the price tag.

"Wow, look at the tits on you." She said.

"Not why."

"Still." Jester said, scrolling through the specs. "Dusa this would make you seven feet tall. It can lift 1,500 kilos? Skin can withstand small arms fire, chassis can withstand anti-tank weaponry?"

"Not everything about killbot body is terrible. Feel very strong. Like how intimidated people are by me. Want to maintain."

"What the fuck. Where did you even find this? Is this military hardware or just the world's most expensive amazon fetish gear?"

"Think both."

[wickedsniffles]

P/oolverine Snzcanons 🤭

Summary: Just what it says on the label. I've had these brewing in my brain and in my WIP folder for a long time and today I feel the strong urge to share. There may be more where these came from! Pairing: W/ade W/ilson aka D/eadpool x L/ogan H/owlett aka W/olverine

Rating: wee bit explicit

Tags: established relationship, snz of course, smut mention, W/ade has the kink

Word Count: 462

-L/ogan’s heightened senses make his nose so so sensitive. So despite the fact that his body is constantly healing and regenerating, it doesn’t really do much against external irritations a la strong scents, temperature changes, dust, pollen 😇 -L/ogan hates people thinking he’s not totally in control of himself. (Trauma, baby 😎) Not many people would assume he’d be having this issue anyway, if they didn’t think too much about it. His close friends know he struggles with sensory overload, though, like sensitivity to sound, so they also know about this. 

-If he doesn’t know you? There’s a closer chance you’ll get stabbed than find out about a potential weakness to dust. Silent stifle master. Obviously it doesn't feel good, though. Will bite anyone’s head off if they even mention it. 

-Enter W/ade. He fucking ~loves~ that L/ogan’s gotten comfortable enough to not stifle around him, and is very enthusiastic bless you, baby! bestower at all times. Not that that has anything to do with his sneezing kink. Nope. (It does, he’s so fucking hard all the time.) And yes, he blesses every sneeze. 

-L/ogan’s sneezes usually come in doubles or sometimes triples, stacked half on top of one another. I am not a champion sneeze speller but I imagine them something like ESSH-uh. Not that loud, but a little harsh, and they sound like they might hurt his throat after a while. 

-His response to being blessed by W/ade is usually “ugggh” or “thanks 😑”, which is a whole mood. Because W/ade’s standing there practically wagging his tail and L/ogan’s face is red – man is NOT used to that sort of reaction, and he’s easy to embarrass when it comes to showing vulnerability. 

-W/ade could write fucking sonnets about L/ogan’s nose. (And what is it about the vanillas going haywire over H/ugh J/ackman’s nose? Or perhaps they’re not vanillas at all? I’ve seen so many posts devoted to how sexy it is.) The amount of times he’s gravitated to kissing it before sex is pretty high, but it’s hard to blame him. 

-When he asks L/ogan to actually sneeze on him, the other man’s only a little taken aback. They’ve done plenty of weird shit – stabbing each other as a little foreplay has to rank higher on the crazy scale. So he climbs on top of W/ade on their hand-me-down couch, both of them in their pajamas, and noses into the crook of Wade’s neck. And just does it. W/ade almost comes in his fucking Hello Kitty pajama pants – he’s a mess, grinding up into L/ogan’s cock with his arms around his neck and begging for more. 

Please please kitty cat, you’re so fucking hot, do it again. 

Needless to say, L/ogan uses that information to his advantage. 

[aprillikesthings]

Despite how often I use that kissing tag, and asking tumblr to remember it, it NEVER auto-completes on desktop OR mobile, and at this point I'm tempted to make xkit mass-replace them all with just "kissing" bc typing out the whole tag on mobile is such a fucking pain in the ass

(Speaking of uncommon tags that have since bitten me in the ass: when I first got into SU I tagged posts about Peridot "angry space dorito" and lemme tell you: I'd ask xkit to mass replace that to Peridot, but ....do you know how many pages back that tag probably goes?! I mean at least I didn't use it specifically on shippy art, I always tagged the ship, but oh my god)

(okay I just looked: it goes back 145 pages. That's about 1450 posts. not as bad as I thought.)

OKAY I have 126 pages of posts tagged for "kissing is awesome" and oh god yeah the last half-dozen pages were mostly Sherlock and hooboy there are some artists back there in the "wouldn't piss on them if they were on fire" category of people lol but also some nsfw the filters never picked up lolllll

Anyway I haven't poked xkit in ages (....in the last few years tumblr added nearly every feature I used it for other than "never show me this specific post ever again")

Like, remember when posts didn't automatically show up with time stamps? Remember when you had to scroll oddly and awkwardly to see all the tags past the first line? Remember when you couldn't blacklist/mute specific words??

Hell, remember when xkit didn't exist and people used missing e???? I never added it but I knew people who did--iirc xkit was made because missing e stopped working lol

oh hey I found an article from 2011

(I joined tumblr in 2012, so I suppose that explains why I never installed it)

Anyway xkit is technically "new xkit" or "xkit rewritten" depending on one's browser? I think? either that or "new xkit" is the old xkit considering I don't think I've seen the little "I've updated" badge in a while.

EDIT: yeah so my xkit isn't the current one lolol the "mass tag editor" isn't available anymore that I can find

But also I remembered a few more things I still use xkit for, like "view post on dashboard" which still works?

....Do I want to attempt to install the newer xkit ugggh

I’ve had the tag “kissing is awesome” since the EARLY days of this blog (which means if you go back far enough it’s all Sherlock fan art)

And I’ve had the tag “crying” since uhhh at least 2016 when I got into Steven Universe (the Singing and Crying show!)

But I don’t think I’ve tagged so many posts with both tags until I started hyperfixating on She-Ra lolll

[sunny-shine-arts]

day one: first date / movie night

you knew well enough dirk wasn’t paying attention, but you couldn’t bring yourself to mind his ignorance. not when you looked down at him mid-ramble, realizing he was far more focused on you and your excited gestures, your nonstop talking and sparkling eyes reflected by the glow of the screen, than the film playing on the tv.

you faltered for a second; not in a negative manner—pleasant surprise. dirk’s brow furrowed and his exposed orange eyes (there really weren’t words to describe the feelings that accompanied your viewing of his lack of those dumb shades) sparked with concern-laced confusion. “why’d you stop talkin’?” he asked, and you hesitated.

then you smiled and laughed, picking up your long-winded talk about the movie that neither of you were really watching anymore.

he smiled back, and your heart swelled.

ibispaint kept crashing i had to merge over half the layers

the dirkjohn was just too powerful man

also sorry for the trashy writing snippet it wouldnt leave my brain

- arkansis

( OBLIGATORY ARTIST’S NOTE : we only ship dirkjohn as a fictional relationship. for comfort reasons, none of our dirks and johns are together. )

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( EDIT : pleasepleaseplease click for better quality. jesus christ, tumblr. )

[vicunaburger]

Admittedly, I’m Hard to See

Fandom: Beetlejuice the Musical Chapters: 10/? Pairing: Beetlejuice x OC (Holidae) The Players: Beetlejuice, Lydia Deetz, Holidae Bell Word Count: 1,563 Warnings: M for Language and Suggestive Content

Notes: …angst angst angst angst...

Chapter 10- In Which Occam’s Razor is Proven Correct

In the almost two months since moving into the house with Lydia and Beetlejuice, Holidae had yet to venture beyond the second floor.

She was aware there was a massive attic space, that Lydia’s family had a few things stored up there for safekeeping, but it was wholly underused in the grand scheme of the floor plan. Holidae vaguely remembered Lydia saying something about wanting to convert it into a dark room at some point, but nothing else. It was just there. A set of steps leading off into the abyss as far as she was concerned.

So it was quite the surprise when Lydia sent Holidae up to the attic to rummage around for photo props for her latest brilliant scheme.

“Just go find something… I dunno. Haunted looking.” Lydia had instructed before retreating back into her bedroom.

Holidae trudged up the surprisingly steep set of stairs, barely even touching the doorknob before it swung open, almost beckoning her inside. She was getting used to the creepy nature of the house by then, merely shutting the door behind her with a quiet click.

The space was huge, but not as empty as Lydia had claimed. An old, patched up sleeper sofa was unfolded into a bed in the far corner, accompanied by a dresser and a large mirror. A rack of clothes was stuffed up against the wall, doing a poor job of hiding the piles of meticulous marked cardboard boxes that lined the walls. Unfinished works of “art” sat collecting dust on the opposite side of the room. With a little work, it could have been converted into a rather spacious guest room, but it was far too shabby to house anyone now.

Holidae’s attention was drawn to the clothing rack, seeing an array of colorful dresses - Delia’s, no doubt - and some smaller, darker clothes: most likely Lydia’s old hand-me-downs. She sifted through the clothing idly, making the occasional face at the more gaudy ensembles, until she came upon… a man’s suit. It was hidden so well in between the other garments, she would have passed it by completely if she hadn’t been paying attention.

She pulled out the suit, shaking some dust off of the lapels, and inspected it carefully. The jacket and pants were a deep, but loud, red color; stained with grime that turned patches of fabric a sickly gray, stitched with thread that didn’t match any color on the suit. A ruffled shirt completely the look: again, a garish red, but a rusty hued stain had soaked into the front of it, a good sized rip disrupting the button line.

Furrowing her brow, Holidae stood in front of the mirror, holding up the suit next to her for height reference, “Hm. Too short for Mr. Deetz…”

A small whiff of tobacco smoke was the only warning she had before the suit was ripped from her hands, and she was shoved backwards toward the center of the room with force. It took some ungraceful, wobbly steps, but she managed to regain her center of gravity. Beetlejuice stood in the place she once was, crushing the suit against his chest in a vice-like grip, his hair matching the red of the fabric, his expression terrifying.

“Who the fuck gave you permission to come up here and go through my shit?” His gravely voice was low, reverberating deep in his chest.

Holidae held up her hands in defense, “Whoa, wait! I had zero idea of your stuff being up here! Lydia told me to get something for her, that’s all.”

“She told you to get this?” He held up the suit, “This specific thing that was hidden from view?”

“Well, no…” She started to chew on her bottom lip, feeling the pit of her stomach drop. “She said to get something haunted, so I was looking around through the clothes because most of them are frankly hideous, and it was on the rack. How was I supposed to know you wore anything besides stripes for god’s sake? I don’t think you have the right to be so angry about something like this.”

Beetlejuice didn’t seem impressed with her ramblings, putting the suit back in its place before advancing on her like an animal, “I don’t have the right?”

Despite him now looming over her, she stood her ground, “It was an honest mistake.”

His hands wrapped themselves around her neck, his thumbs pressing up into the bottom of her jaw, “Honest mistake, she says, like I would just believe you. You know what else could be called an honest mistake? Snapping your neck before you could even take a last breath. Oh no, what a shame, I didn’t mean to murder her. It was an honest mistake.”

“N-no, an honest mistake would be more akin to forcing your bestest best friend to marry you under duress and then realizing the whole affair was a waste because if you would have just sat down and talked things over you could have been happier faster.” Holidae could feel her pulse pounding under her skin, pressing against the force of his hands. “I know a tuxedo when I see one.”

Beetlejuice squeezed harder, earning him a gasp from his captive, “You are so mouthy today, Holli. Where’s all this coming from, huh? Do you think we’re friends Holli? That we have some sort of understanding? What makes you think I haven’t been fucking with you this whole time because I’m bored out of my skull? Wait wait… don’t tell me… you think I feel something for you other than utter contempt, right? You’re alive. I exterminate living things as a job.”

“…did anyone ever tell you that you can’t lie for shit?” Holidae choked out, her eyes starting to water with effort to breathe.

The muscles in his jaw twitched, and he eased up on his grasp, “…I lie all the time, babes.”

“Exactly, but you’re bad at it.” She reached her hands up, grabbing hold of his forearms. “If you didn’t care about the living as much as you claim, you wouldn’t have kept a constant reminder of a time when you were one of us.”

“Ugggh, damn.” Beetlejuice released her completely, walking over to sit on the edge of the fold-out bed.

Holidae waited a moment before following him, watching as his coloring turned from red to a dull violet, sitting with his face in his hands. Still leery, she crept over, standing over him in quiet contemplation.

“…don’t tell Lyds.” He finally spoke, running his hands down his face with a sigh.

“About the suit?” She asked, gesturing behind him to the clothing rack.

“No, about the fact I haven’t dusted up here in weeks. Yes about the suit.” Beej groaned, leaning over and resting his head against her thigh. “I know she already feels bad about the whole… stabbing thing. I don’t want to make it worse for her.”

“Tell you what; no more murder attempts, and I’ll keep your secret.” One of her hands reached down and patted him on the head; surprised by how soft his hair felt despite it’s messy nature. “Deal?”

Almost instinctively, he leaned into her soft touches, “Deal. Weirdo.”

“Me? I’m the weirdo? Uhh, pot calling kettle there, sir.” Holidae protested, tapping on his skull with her fingertips, “Mind elaborating for me?”

Beetlejuice put his hands around her waist, pulling her down onto the bed beside him, and rested his head on her soft stomach. Holidae made a small noise at the sudden shift of view, but let him do as he pleased for the moment. Her hand went back to absently petting his hair, seeing pink mix with the violet.

“I’m a literal demon who just threatened your life again, and you didn’t have the self preservation to like… run away. You’re weird. Like Lydia is weird… but you’re different weird.” His clawed fingers, unsubtle as he was, slipped under the hem of her shirt, feeling the warm skin underneath.

“Okay, I’ll give you that. Ahh~ cold hands.” She squirmed uncomfortably.

“Cold hands? Where?” He sat up, pulling her shirt up and over her bra to expose more of her skin, rolling her back and forth to check all sides of her. “I don’t see any cold hands under here. I think you’re losing it, Holidae; finally going mad! It’s the curse of this house.”

“Or maybe it was a jerkass ghost.” Holidae flailed helplessly, completely undone and laughing until she was out of breath, “S-stop!”

Beej continued running his hands all over her exposed flesh, pinching and dragging his claws to leave little white marks, “I’m trying to get those cold hands off of you, hold still! You’re clearly in distress and need my help, babydoll, your face is all red… you must be terrified, right? Don’t you worry about a thing. Aha!”

He dove down as he lifted her midsection off the bed, catching some skin between his teeth and biting sharply, the flesh immediately red and starting to bruise when he pulled away. Holidae couldn’t hold back the noise that left her throat; a soft keening whine breaking through the laughter. It startled her, and she clamped a hand down over her mouth to muffle herself, watching as those molten gold eyes of his turn dark.

“Oh? Care to repeat that, Holli? Didn’t quite catch it…” Beetlejuice grinned wide, leaning down for another attack.

Knock

Knock Knock

“Holli? Didn’t know if you got eaten by the monster octopus that lives up here. Should have warned you about Captain Tentacles, my bad.” Lydia’s voice echoed from the other side of the door, just as the knob started to turn.

Writing Tags: @mr-geuse @paxenera @leiasolo77 @go-commander-kim @ashemspirit

[dragonnan]

Fanfic Author Tag Game

Nebulously tagged by @ariaadagio

Ao3 name: dragonnan

Fandoms: Current only or “for all time”?

Current: Lucifer, The Good Doctor, Prodigal Son, Sherlock, MCU (tho mostly just fanfic anymore fucking endgame), Picard, Psych (though I’m on a break), Doctor Who (only 9, 10, and 11) 

Previous (which I still dip into now and then): HTTYD, MacGyver (org), Simon & Simon, Harry Potter, X Files, Monk, Star Trek (except Discovery and I only watched the first few seasons of Enterprise before it got completely unwatchable), Star Wars (ugh - they lost me after the first of the last three sequels), LOTR, various anime (Inuyasha, Cowboy Bebop, FMA), Batman, Quantum Leap, and probably many more I’m forgetting

Number of fics: 88 on Psychfic, 68 on AO3 (33 crossposted from Psychfic), 25 (not crossposted) on FFN Total: 148 (though technically the actual number of stories is higher a bunch of those are collections so I probably have closer to 200 actual fics... maybe more)

1. Fic you spent the most time on: Where There is Wailing and Gnashing of Teeth, started it April 2, 2009 and didn’t complete it until June 5, 2016

2. Fic you spent the least time on: One of those 100 word drabbles I used to write for Psychfic challenges

3. Longest fic: Where There is Wailing and Gnashing of Teeth (Psych) at 104,522 words

4. Shortest fic: not counting 100 word drabbles, This Isn't Goodbye  (Lethal Weapon) at 248 words

5. Most hits: Just Pieces; Passion, Pain, & Parody (Psych: collection) at 146,872 hits  - for an individual story: Fury (Psych: warnings for rape/noncon) at 125,555 hits

6. Most kudos: All Nighter (Psych) at 161 kudos

7. Most comment threads: Standing from Falling (Psych: warnings for rape/noncon) at 352 comments

8. Fave fic you wrote: Dammit I hate this question.... Ugggh... Well, honestly I tend to love whatever I most recently completed but, also, I REALLY do love this story on general merit.  Disclaimer, I’m ABSOLUTELY ECSTATIC about Sed Diablios but that’s still a WIP so... The Tiger and the Shark (Sherlock: warnings for rape/noncon)

9. Fic you want to rewrite/expand on:  I revised and revised and revised on my Psych story, Fury, before finally deciding to move on.  I would love to HEAVILY revise that entire series just because I’ve grown so much as a writer since I first wrote those (the first story was posted in fucking 2008!  But I also know I don’t want to return to that head space and have decided to keep building my skills with new stories rather than edit the past.  Stories I want to expand on... well I love the idea of having a series of stories - I did that with a number of Psych stories and would love to explore it with Sherlock or the MCU (Sed Diablios lends itself to being a series)  

10. Share a bit of your WIP or share a story idea that you’re planning: Well since I’ve mentioned it repeatedly how about a teaser for the next chapter of Sed Diabolus?

-------------------- Avenger's Compound – 2019 --------------------

His hands moved across the body of the young man – noting so much more than the skin and muscle and bone. Spirit, too, held an energy.  But Peter's was...

“It is odd.  He is not here and yet I could feel... something... a sort of... doubling... when I entered his mind.”  

Not looking up from his work, Stephen still managed enough frost that Wanda flinched.  “You're lucky you didn't fry every synapse in your skull.”  His glare didn't last, however, as it rapidly softened into a sigh.  “However, it was a noble, if reckless, attempt at a level of magic even seasoned sorcerers would hesitate to employ and certainly not on their own.” He stepped back from Peter, then, and let his eyes travel across the gathering of people crowded in the room.  He crossed his arms.

“Alright, I need everyone except for Wanda and Wong to leave.”  

Protest came, not from the large egos clustered together in a space too small to house them, but from a small woman whom Stephen had barely noted standing towards the back.

“I'm not leaving my kid.”  She brushed off Tony's hand and stepped closer – glaring in a way that reminded Stephen, painfully, of Christine.  “I don't know anything about magic or mind melds, or whatever it is you do but I can tell you that you don't know a thing about me if you think I'd let him face something like this without me here.”

Tag yourself if you’re interested!

[mxliv-oftheendless]

Ruining KISStory: The False King of Persia, Pt. 1

Oh my, what could this be? Why, it’s another Ruining KISStory installment! I am officially back home for the rest of the semester, so I decided, what the hell, and finished this up for y’all! This has to be the most hilarious episode, and it’s also my absolute favorite, so prepare thyselves! Part 2 will be posted shortly! Hope you enjoooooy!!!

Tag list: @cosmicrealmofkissteria @ashestoashesvvi @kategwidt @retronova

[camera opens on Paul, who is sitting at a panel. A map of the world is hung up behind him. The sound of tuning violins plays in the background]

PAUL: Welcome to Ruining History! Today we’re gonna talk about the ascension of Darius the Great.

[camera pans out to the full panel. From left to right: Vinnie, Gene, Paul, Bruce, Ace]

BRUCE: Darius?

PAUL: Darius.

BRUCE: That’s a kinda modern name. I know like five Dariuses.

PAUL: Well, maybe they were inspired by this guy.

BRUCE: [shrugs] All of ‘em are pretty average. [panel laughs]

[intro and title card]

[cuts back to panel]

PAUL: You guys know anything about Darius?

BRUCE: He’s a bass player.

PAUL: [laughs slightly] Heh, no, I mean Darius the Great.

ACE: He’s a bassist and he owes me 40 bucks. [Bruce laughs]

PAUL: He was a Persian king; he was known for uniting the Persian Empire. He’s actually thought to be the greatest Persian king. Also, I should say now: this story is not really about Darius much at all, so much as the weird chain of events that led to him becoming king.

GENE: [seriously] Is Al Capone a part of this story at all?

PAUL: [snorts] Pfft, no, Gene. This is in ancient Persia. There are a lot of characters in this one, so I decided to make models as little visual aids. [reaches under the table and takes out a small figurine labeled CYRUS THE GREAT] Now we’re gonna start with this guy, named Cyrus.

ACE: Oh, that’s a kid on Andi Mack!... Not that I watch.

[screen cuts away to a title card:

CHAPTER I:

A DEAD GUY AND HIS TWO WEIRD SONS

screen then cuts to animations as Paul narrates, while traditional Middle Eastern music plays]

PAUL [voiceover]: First, there was Cyrus the Great, founder of the Achaemenian Empire, which was sort of in this region here, in Turkey, the Middle East, and spilling into Asia. Kind of a big deal. Darius just so happened to be a distant relative of Cyrus, but the king didn’t seem to care for him. As legend tells, he had a dream about the twenty-year-old Darius, in which Darius had, quote, “wings on his shoulders, the one wing overshadowing Asia and the other Europe.” Cyrus interpreted this as a sign that Darius was plotting against him.

ACE: Pretty sure every ex-girlfriend I’ve had…

BRUCE: [nods] Yeah…

ACE: … has gotten pissed at me for doin’ something bad in a dream.

GENE: [nods] I remember that happened with Shannon once.

VINNIE: Is this the time where she banished you to the couch? [Ace laughs]

GENE: [frowns] No, that was something else.

BRUCE: Can I just say, both Cyrus and Darius look like they belong in that one Lloyd-Webber musical.

PAUL: Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat?

BRUCE: Yeah, that one.

PAUL [voiceover]: But it wouldn’t really matter what Darius thought, because he was caught up in a conflict with Tomyris, the queen of the Massagetae. And after she slayed him in battle, what she did is, according to some accounts, cut his head off, then dunked it into a skin of blood like a gory Oreo, stating, “I make good my threat, and give you your fill of blood.” So… that’s it for Cyrus.

ACE: Damn!

BRUCE: What’s a skin full of blood?

PAUL: It’s like a wineskin, but with blood.

GENE and VINNIE: Ohhh.

PAUL: [picks up the Cyrus figurine] So that’s— [pulls off Cyrus’s head] —the end for Cyrus.

ACE: Oof, it came right off!

PAUL [voiceover]: Now Cyrus had two sons, Cambyses and Smerdis. Cambyses was described as, quote, “an ardent, impetuous, and self-willed boy, such as the sons of rich and powerful men are apt to become.” And Smerdis was described as… I dunno. His brother.

ACE: [bursts out laughing, as does Vinnie]

PAUL: [takes out figurines labeled CAMBYSES AND SMERDIS] So we got this guy, [holds up Cambyses] Cambyses, who’s got sort of a superior look. And Smerdis, [holds up Smerdis] who’s just sorta chill.

ACE: Me Smerdis! [panel laughs] Kinda got a Charlie Brown sorta tunic on.

PAUL: Yeah, he does. [moves Cambyses and Smerdis to be on either side of the headless Cyrus figurines] I’ll put them here with their dad.

GENE: “Oh, Papa’s head’s missing! Ha ha ha ha!”

PAUL [voiceover]: Being Cyrus’s firstborn son, Cambyses inherited the throne, and very quickly decided to invade Egypt. This made people think he was crazy; and honestly, it’s kinda fair, because he was a bit of a reckless guy. While in Egypt, for example, he asked to see their sacred bull… and then he stabbed it to death.

ACE: [bursts out laughing]

BRUCE: [laughing] Oh my god… Jesus…

ACE: That’s so funny.

VINNIE: Kind of rude. Ancient Egyptians didn’t deserve that.

PAUL: Yeah, it is rude. You show up, ask to see their sacred bull…

ACE [tapping the table] “Can I see your sacred buuuuull? I promise I won’t touch it!”

VINNIE: It would take a long time to stab a bull to death, so I bet they were just like, “Please stop stabbing our bull…”

BRUCE: [laughs] Yeah, and he’s just staring them in the eye and just— [pretends to stab. Gene laughs]

PAUL [voiceover]: Cambyses was also known for his fits of blinding rage and making rash decisions that he would later regret. Take for example, the story of Croesus. Croesus had been a close friend and counselor to Cyrus, who asked him to watch over Cambyses. With that in mind, one day Croesus decided to offer Cambyses some constructive criticism. He warned the king that he’d been treating his men cruelly. Annnnd you can probably guess what was bound to happen to him.

GENE: How so? How was he treating them cruelly?

PAUL: He was known for being really reckless. There’s one story where a guy told Cambyses that he thought he drank too much…

GENE: I’m sure it didn’t end well for that guy.

PAUL: And Cambyses went, “Okay, if that’s true, I shouldn’t be able to shoot a bow.” So he called the man’s son in, and had him stand against the wall, and he said, “If I drink too much, then I’ll probably miss this shot.” And then he shot the man’s son in the heart.

GENE: Oh…

VINNIE: The man’s son?

PAUL: Uh huh.

GENE: Oof… that’s way worse than what I was imagining. I was just imagining him being a bratty dick or something. But no, that’s worse.

PAUL: Yep.

ACE: Maybe he was aimin’ for the face, an’ he really was too drunk. [Bruce laughs]

VINNIE: [laughs] “Oh, I just meant to take out an eye.”

ACE: “Aw man, did you guys see that?!”

GENE: Or he had to play it off like that was his plan all along.

ACE: Wakes up the next morning an’ he’s like [rubs his eyes with his hands] “Ugggh, what did I do last night?” [panel laughs] “Tell me I didn’t murder anyone’s kid.”

PAUL [voiceover]: Anyway, Croesus warned the king that he’d been treating his men cruelly, and that it wasn’t a great way to keep their loyalty. Cambyses responded by telling the supportive old man that he’d always hated him. He pulled out a bow and arrow, and Croesus fled the scene.

VINNIE: Does he just have a bow and arrow on him at all times?

BRUCE: [laughing] He takes out his bow and arrow; “Where’s your son, man?” [panel laughs]

GENE: Love how this guy knew what was coming and was like, “Aw shit, it’s heart-shootin’ time! I’m gettin’ outta here!”

PAUL [voiceover]: Cambyses ordered his officers to chase after the man and kill him. They did chase after him, but knowing the mad king would likely regret having his friend killed, they instead hid Croesus away. A few days later, when, as expected, Cambyses expressed remorse over his actions, his men revealed that—surprise! Croesus was still alive! Cambyses was overjoyed. He then had those guards executed for disobeying him.

[whole panel bursts out laughing]

BRUCE: Jesus Christ!

GENE: What the fuck…

VINNIE: Literally killing the messenger!

ACE: “You’ve brought me such joy… Where’s my bow and arrow?” [panel laughs]

BRUCE: “Bring me my bow and your sons.”

PAUL [voiceover]: Anyway, back to the story. Cambyses decided to bring his brother, Smerdis, along with him to Egypt. It’s thought that Cambyses was jealous of Smerdis, and worried that if he left him alone in Persia, he might stage a coup and seize a throne. Since both brothers were away from their hometown, Cambyses left a magian in charge of keeping an eye on his palace. Magians were basically just a priestly class.

PAUL: I’ve actually got a big Persia set. [takes out a cardboard set that looks like a Persian castle]

VINNIE: Oooh, nice.

PAUL: Thank you. [takes out a figurine labeled MAGIAN and puts it in front of the Persia set]

BRUCE: Wait, so Cambyses is worried that his brother’s gonna seize the throne… so he prevents this by giving the throne to a stranger?

PAUL: I mean, I assume it was someone he trusted.

GENE: Why does—Why does the magian have red eyes? Is that a—artistic thing?

PAUL: He’s a spooky magician.

GENE: Okay.

ACE: [giggling] Or he’s just high as fuck.

GENE: [snickering] So in his free time, he’s a pothead magician.

BRUCE: All magicians are potheads.

ACE: I dunno, I always thought magicians were more cocaine guys.

PAUL: [thinks and nods] Yeah, I guess that makes sense. They’re got a lot of energy.

GENE: Not David Blaine.

ACE: Ah, yeah, that’s true.

GENE: No one’s ever had to tell David Blaine to calm down.

PAUL [voiceover]: Meanwhile, in Egypt: Cambyses had a troubling dream about Smerdis, in which he saw his brother, quote, “seated on a royal throne in Persia, his form expanded supernaturally to such a prodigious size that he touched the heavens with his head.” Fed up with Smerdis, he ordered him to skedaddle back to Persia. And then he seemed to remember why he was concerned about Smerdis being alone in Persia in the first place. So, he called upon one of his men, Prexaspes

[panel ooohs as Paul takes out a figurine labeled PREXASPES]

BRUCE: Oh wow, I didn’t know we had a stylist here!

VINNIE: That’s a great robe he’s got!

PAUL: [looks at the camera] Full disclosure: none of these drawings are historically accurate.

BRUCE: [looks at the camera] All of these drawings are historically accurate.

ACE: They might be. Prove ‘im wrong.

PAUL: Prove me wrong!

PAUL [voiceover]: Cambyses called upon one of his men, Prexaspes, to track down Smerdis and secretly assassinate him. Prexaspes would do so, and he succeeded. He returned to the king and gave him the good news: Smerdis, his one serious threat to his power, was now dead.

PAUL: Also, [laughs] I don’t know where this fits in the story, but Prexaspes was the guy whose son was killed by Cambyses.

ACE: No way?! [bursts out laughing as the rest of the panel laughs]

GENE: That’s hilarious!

VINNIE: Also [giggles] the name Prexaspes sounds like a medication of some kind.

ACE: [laughs] “Ask your doctor if Prexaspes is right for you.”

PAUL [voiceover]: Shortly after, though, Cambyses would receive more news, some rather shocking news given the circumstances. In his absence, his throne had been taken… by SMERDIS?! Yep, by Smerdis.

ACE: [looks comically shocked] The dead Smerdis?!

BRUCE: Oh shit!

PAUL: So we know have this mysterious Smerdis. [takes out a figurine identical to the Smerdis figure, except it is labeled SMERDIS(?)]

ACE: So someone,, posing as Smerdis… See this is why people get verified on Twitter.

BRUCE: [laughs and nods] I mean, yeah, you’ve got a point. [to Paul] You should put a blue check mark over the real Smerdis.

PAUL: [grins and points his finger at the Smerdis figurine. A blue Twitter checkmark appears on the head as well as a text box that says VERIFIED]

GENE: Wait a minute, did he ever consider that the guy lied about what he did?

PAUL: No, he trusts that guy.

GENE: I just think it’s odd that he immediately thinks its an imposter, instead of thinking the guy was lying.

[screen cuts away to a title card:

CHAPTER II:

TO BE SMERDIS OR NOT TO BE SMERDIS

screen then cuts to animations as Paul narrates]

PAUL [voiceover]: Cambyses was, at first, greatly confuzzled by this recent development. Until someone reminded him of an important little detail, that made it clear to him that this must have been a power grab by an opportunistic usurper. I’m gonna leave that detail a mystery for now so that you continue to watch this video…

GENE: How does no one in the kingdom know this isn’t the real Smerdis?

BRUCE: It’s the beards, man. [Ace and Vinnie laugh]

GENE: Are you sure? I feel like…

BRUCE: Nah, man, everyone’s got a beard, ya can’t tell anyone apart.

ACE: “Alright, if you’re Smerdis, what did I give you for your birthday last year?” “An urn.” “Damn, it is Smerdis!”

To be continued in Part 2!

[jovialyouthmusic]

Together, Apart

A Driam Fic from Two’s Company, Three’s Allowed

Part Two

This started as a short work, and I decided to go for a Part Two. It looks like there will be a Part Three...read Part One here

If you do not like Poly, or men being intimate with each other, pass this by...smutty AF, NOT suitable for under 18s. Not sure how to tag, so if you are tagged and don’t like it, please let me know and I’ll remove you from the list.

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PART TWO

‘So what did you two get up to while I was away?’ asked Lucy. ‘Did you miss me?’ the fact that she asked this as Drake undressed her and Brad peeled his shirt off made the answer redundant.

‘You have no idea’ Drake murmured, his lips on her collarbone ‘and we have some new tricks to show you’

‘You do?’ Her eyes went blacker as her mind worked overtime ‘Tell me more’ She stepped out of her panties and Brad led her to the bed, naked and sporting an impressive erection. She looked at he rumpled sheets. ‘Housekeeping has gotten sloppy – or did one of you sleep in my bed and forget to tell them?’ Drake was stripping too, and joined the other two on the bed

‘Guilty, Duchess’ he replied, as Brad laid next to her on the bed and trailed kisses along her jaw.

‘Who do you want first?’ Brad’s voice tickled her and sent a shiver down her spine. She turned to him.

‘Do I have to choose?’ Brad nodded ‘Then it’s you, your Highness’ He groaned, and continued to trail kisses down her neck and over her belly, working his way down the bed. The truth was, she loved it when Drake lay next to them and watched, knowing that it aroused him and inspired a sense of competition, so he doubled his efforts to please her if Brad was first. She spread her thighs for Brad as his tongue and lips explored. Drake watched, and began his answer.

‘We both slept here the last two nights’ he explained ‘We couldn’t sleep alone’ Brad surfaced for a moment

‘I crept in to find Drake here already – I scared the crap out of him’ He went back to his task, and she stretched luxuriously. She turned her head to look at Drake.

‘He certainly did – and I woke up with him spooning me with a hard on’ he admitted. Lucy laughed

‘Now you know what it’s like’ she grinned. ‘How did you cope with that?’ Brad came up for air.

‘He screamed like a girl’ he quipped, and she put her hand on his head to push him back down.

‘I did not’ Drake protested ‘But it was a shock. Anyway, we both had pretty urgent boners, and we got to talking about you and what we liked to do with you – and one thing led to another’

‘Oooh really?’ she asked, squirming under Brad’s tongue ‘Oooh Brad, just keep – oh that’s amazing’ Drake watched as she writhed, and went on with the tale, bringing his lips to her ear.

‘I wrapped my hand round Brad’s hard dick’ he breathed, hearing her breath grow erratic and moans escaping her lips ‘and I told him how much I love watching him fuck you’ His voice was deep and sensual and pushed her closer to the edge. ‘I gave him a hand job, and he came all over his chest’ The thought of her two men enjoying themselves while she was gone was too much for her, and she writhed and shuddered with the biggest orgasm she could remember having. Brad crawled up between her legs as she shook and twitched, and hovered over her, waiting until she was still before lining himself up and sliding into her wet folds with a groan of bliss. Languidly she rested her hands on his hips.

‘That’s not all, Valois’ Drake continued…

 When Drake had cleaned Brad off and suggested he give him a blow job in return, he hadn’t expected him to say yes, so he was genuinely surprised but more than pleased. Brad knelt in front of him and looked up.

‘While I have never given a blow job, I know what I like’ he said solemnly ‘so I presume you’ll like it too, but let me know if I’m getting it wrong’

‘Heck Brad, buy me dinner or something, don’t get technical’ Drake scoffed. Brad stared at Drake’s erection, nestled in his trimmed dark pubic hair, pointing up to his belly button, balls hanging low. A musky scent rose up to him.

‘So this is what they look like close up’ he mused. Drake rolled his eyes – not that Brad could see that right now.

‘You never did like watching porn, did you?’ Drake teased ‘Careful what you say, I might be hurt’ Brad looked up at him

‘I never thought they looked that – well, attractive – but’ he hurriedly added ‘It’s rather magnificent’ Drake grinned ‘And this is in the flesh, not on a screen’

‘Well thankyou my friend, you have a rather magnificent specimen yourself’ Brad reached up and softly cupped Drake’s testicles

‘Hmm, heavy’ he remarked ‘How long since you…’

‘Long enough. I’m not going to share wank stories with you just yet, let’s concentrate on thinking about Lucy’

‘I think you might be better sitting or lying down’ Brad observed ‘Get comfortable.’ Drake sat on the edge of the bed, and Brad scooted over to kneel between his thighs. ‘Lying down, perhaps’ he said, and Drake turned to clamber further up onto the bed, his head on the pillows, hand behind his head, staring up at the ceiling. He closed his eyes and felt Brad manoeuvring beside him. He stroked himself while he waited for him.

‘Be gentle with me Brad’ he said ‘Careful with your teeth – try and keep your lips over them’

‘Have you – ‘ began Brad

‘No I have not given a blow job, but I’ve read erotica out loud to Lucy – and I have a dick in case you haven’t noticed, I’ve encountered teeth a few time and it wasn’t pleasant’

‘Huh.’ said Brad ‘I don’t mind myself, a little nipping – but if that’s what you like…’

‘Just get on with it before I lose it’ He felt Brad shifting, and he conjured up Lucy in his mind. He thought perhaps Brad would need a little inspiration himself, so… ‘I love watching you with her’ he said ‘you’re so tender, but when you get going, you’re a tiger.’ He stretched luxuriously ‘Think where my dick’s been – deep inside her. She gets so wet. Have you noticed how great she smells when she’s really aroused?’ He heard Brad moan appreciatively, and his wet tongue dragged along his length. Drake’s deep voice carried on

‘Imagine I’ve just been with her and she’s watching. I’m still wet from being inside her. You’ve tasted her, you know what it’s like’ Brad’s lips wrapped around his tip, tongue pressing into the slit. He groaned and settled into the mattress. His voice was husky as he went on.

‘You know, that part of her is like a flower, with sweet rosy petals, and silky soft’ He felt Brad’s nose on his belly as he adjusted position. ‘And that flower gives off sweet, sweet nectar’  He cleared his throat before he started to get really poetic and compare himself and Brad to bees. Some analogies just fall down after a short while.

‘I love it when she crawls up the bed toward me and her eyes are dark. I love how her hair falls over her shoulders and onto my face and chest. I love scratching her with my stubble – just a little’ He sighed as Brad took more of him into his hot wet mouth and he tried to imagine it was Lucy. He felt him cupping his balls and squeezing lightly, and he groaned, arching his back a little.

‘I love when I’m balls deep in her and pressed against her clit. I love it when she grinds into me’ He felt the vibration of Brad’s groan, quite different from Lucy’s moans, with more bass. He felt the flat of his tongue on his shaft as he took him deep into his mouth, lips wrapped over his teeth. He rolled his hips and thought of Lucy bending over him, dark hair falling in a glossy curtain, soft breasts brushing his chest, breath hot on his cheek.

‘I love making love face to face’ his voice changed to a gentle tone ‘We’re so close, she’s pressed to my chest, it’s like we’re one person. You know that too…’ Brad wrapped his hand round the base of his shaft  and started up a slow sensual rhythm, lips still wrapped around him, his mouth hot. Drake gripped the bedsheets, twisting his fingers into the fabric. Normally he would watch Lucy as she worked on him, or rest his hand on her head, but that stimulation was not available, so he carried on thinking of her, remembering…

‘When I’m really horny, I love taking her from behind’ he said huskily ‘Up against the wall, driving up into her. I love the sounds she makes – gasps, moans, those little whimpers’ Brad picked up speed. ‘I love – love when she calls – calls my name’ He was getting close, picturing himself pounding into her, losing control, with her matching his passion stroke for stroke. His hips were bucking and now Brad kept up with him. ‘I love how she looks after when we’ve fucked her – ooooh – when we’ve fucked her until she can’t move - Ohhh – when she – when she goes limp and just lies there – the – the smile on her face…or when – ugggh – when I turn her over and take her again, when – gah – when she thinks she can’t go again – but - oooh she – she can – gah – I’m close – here it comes – oooohhh…’ His whole body arched and contracted and he felt it boiling in his balls, hot and urgent, erupting…

He became aware that Brad was gagging, but he recovered and became quiet, sitting up away from him, releasing his length with a pop, his seed still dribbling out onto his belly. Brad rushed to the bathroom and he heard him spitting and the tap running fast, the spitting turning to coughing. He grinned as he lay back, although he was sorry Brad seemed to be having a hard time on his end. He emerged from the bathroom with the cloth, his eyes watering, and coughing slightly. He sat next to Drake and gently cleaned him up.

‘Sorry, I didn’t think that through’ he said apologetically ‘I realised I didn’t know what to do when you came. Sorry I messed it up’  Drake grinned lazily

‘Hey it’s okay Brad, first time and all, you’ll know next time – if you want to do it again’ Brad shrugged

‘It was – I wanted to do it for you. Practice makes perfect I suppose’ he looked at him ‘I’m not attracted to you in that way’ he said simply ‘It was – interesting. I expect if Lucy was here it would be hotter.’  

‘Well I’ll give it a shot too, see if we can work out how to do it without freaking. Not right now – maybe before Lucy gets back?’

‘Maybe’ answered Brad ‘and be prepared for… it tastes sort of bitter, you know?’ he poked his tongue out flat and made a face. ‘I’ll know what to expect next time.’

[heysnowflake]

20 Questions Book Tag

1. How many books are too many for a series? 

Honestly, if you’re really invested in the story, the universe and the characters, you can never have enough. However, I would say that J.K. Rowling- for example- got it right with 7 books. Going from one book to the next, it didn’t feel dragged out at all. I mean my favourite trilogy of all time, The Dark Elements trilogy, whilst I was left wanting more, I also felt that Jennifer L. Armentrout spaced out the entire plot satisfactorily; keeping it well paced. However, I am bloody excited to dive back into the world again with her new book Storm and Fury. So, all in all, it does vary depending on the quality of the series and the story being told, but I’d say 7 is a good number. 

2. How do you feel about cliffhangers? 

Whilst they can be BLOODY PAINFUL AT TIMES, I love when a book has me on edge like that- just throw my lifeless body off that cliff baby and let me dangle. But yeah, I would need to read the next book soon or lest my peers feel my wrath. 

3. Hardcover or Paperback? 

Whilst I do really love the look and aesthetic of a hardcover, especially in my flatlays, I prefer reading from a paperback. I find a book bounding in hardback too constricting and I can’t bend the book as much as I’d like. Plus, paperback are softer to hold in the hand and lighter in weight. If I really love a book, I’ll have them in both paperback and hardback, if available. 

4. Favourite Book? 

Oh for fuck sake, I knew this was coming! Let me at least give you a list: 

- Goblet of Fire by J.K . Rowling (probs my favourite of all time as I’ve read it 17 times and still want to read it again) 

- Twilight by Stephanie Meyer (read it 7 times and still thinking about reading it again, what a damn book) 

- The entire Dark Elements trilogy (White Hot Kiss, Stone Cold Touch and Every Last Breath) by Jennifer L. Armentrout (read the whole trilogy twice and will be re-reading now to prepare for Storm and Fury)

- A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens (I’ve read it every Christmas for 6 years now) 

- Catching Fire by Susanne Collins (favourite from the trilogy, it built up so much from The Hunger Games)

- Outlander by Diana Gabaldon (Jaaaaaaaaamie, my god! But also Claire is one of the strongest characters I’ve ever read in any book) 

- Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, The Witch and The Wardobe (a childhood fave, love me some Aslan)

5. Least Favourite Book? 

Easily Vampire Diaries 1. LOOK, I absolutely bloody love The Vampire Diaries television series, it’s in my top 5 favourite TV shows of all time. However, the show really took all the potential that the story had from the books and made it 1000 x better. This is one of the rare cases when the book/books are far worse than their screen adaptation. I mean, no spoilers for anyone interested in reading the books still but, Elena in the books is just so unlikable which is hard to think of when you see her in the show. Nina Dobrev’s portrayal of Elena is the complete opposite of the written word and thank god it is, and she does it brilliantly. Major respect for all the actors, writers, producers, etc. in the show, they did a wonderful job. 

6. Love Triangles, yes or no? 

When done well, abso-bloody-lutely! Most of my favourite books have a love triangle in them and they always keep me turning the page (and no Twilight does not technically count because it’s very obvious in the books that Edward was always the choice for Bella, the movies only changed it slightly to sell the story and strengthen the fanbase which, to be fair to them, worked and I went along with it xD). I would like to see a new version of the trope being done though, like the two fighting for the protagonist’s affection end up falling in love with each other or something, not THAT would be interesting. 

7. The most recent book you couldn’t finish? 

Probably Vampire Diaries actually, I just... I don’t like wasting time on books that I’m not enjoying. 

8. A book you’re currently reading? 

Literally just started reading 13 Reasons Why because I’m hungover from the series on Netflix. I am one of those idiots that actually like to watch the movie first (if available) before the book as I can visualize it better that way (other than that, I love dream-casting when reading a new book). Additionally, the Netflix series... oh my god. I have never physically and emotionally reacted to a show more. That season 2 finale, my jaw was LITERALLY to my chest and i had to pause at certain moments because I couldn’t believe what happened. Wow. 

9. Last book you recommended to someone? 

I think it was A Court of Thorns and Roses to my mother, she absolutely loves all the YAs, it’s a great thing to share with her. She’s now read all of the Court books so far. The bitch is further ahead than me! 

10. Oldest book you’ve read by publication date? 

Does the Bible count? xD I kid- kinda. I used to be slightly religious when I was younger, didn’t help that I was brought up in a primary church school. Now that I’m 22 going on 57, I label myself as more of an agnostic. I believe everything has the possibility to exist until proven otherwise, and I fully respect everyone’s opinions and beliefs on the matter (though people who deny the existence of aliens and ghosts perplex me). Anyway, to actually answer the question (I’m not a concise person), probably Frankenstein published in 1818. 

11. Newest book you’ve read by publication date? 

Probably When The Curtain Falls by Carrie Hope Fletcher, released in 2018. 

12. Favourite Author? 

Ugggh it’s between Cassandra Clare, J. K. Rowling and Jennifer L. Armentrout. Don’t make me choose. 

13. Buying or borrowing books? 

Buying always buying, I want to own my own library, which I’m starting off well now with around 400 and odd books. 

14. A book you dislike that everyone seems to love? 

The only book I’ve ever disliked is Vampire Diaries and I think a few people are obsessed with them so I’ll say that. 

15. Bookmarks or Dog Ears? 

Are... are you kidding me? Please tell me other people are using bookmarks? PLEASE!!

16. A book you can always re-read? 

Goblet of Fire, and I know I can re-read it because I’ve read that beautiful bugger 17 times! Still not bored of it. 

17. Can you read while listening to music? 

Oh hell no, I have to read in complete silence so that I can fully focus and enjoy each word. 

18. One POV or multiple? 

I personally prefer one POV, however one of my favourite fan fictions is written in a couple or more POV’s and it really added to the story and suspense and mystery. But, generally speaking, I prefer POV. 

19. Do you read a book in one sitting or over multiple days? 

Over multiple weeks more like xD I mean, it depends on my mood and how much I’m enjoying the book. The quickest I’ve read a book is in two days. The longest I’ve ever taken to read a book is three months. 

20. Book boyfriend? 

Multiple... but my main man has to be Roth from Dark Elements trilogy. 

[futurewriter2000]

The Deal ~Part 3

A/N: Okay. I finishd this today. Damn I feel like this will never end but I kind of like the idea and I don’t want to finish it. Plus, I’m feeling this even though I have so much school to do. Enyoy and yes REQUESTS ARE CLOSED.

TAGS:  @shadyladyperfection, @nadinissavage, @geeksareunique, @siriusly-loves-snuffles, @slither-in-a-half, @ashkuuuu, @xinyourdreamsx, @maralisa124 , @paigeyisme

Other parts —> MASTERLIST

xx

What was it with getting sick on holidays? It was only Easter but it was still a day off and here you were with a mountain of used tissues, a headache, infected ears and red nose from all the rubbing.

"Well at least you don't have to go to class." 

"Ugggh!" you groaned and reached your hand for another tissue. "I'm dying. I'm dying!"

"Stop overdramatizing. You're not dying (y/n)." your roomate rolled her eyes at you and jumped on your side of the room to give you tissues.

"My head hurts, there's a beeping sound in my ears, buggers in my nose, throat is killing me and I'm on my period. I think I can be overdramatic for today." you snapped at her, your voice changing its pitch after every word.

" Yeah, bout that. When did you shower last?"

"I don't know. This morning when I got my period."

"You got your period yesterday." she furrowed her eyebrows at you, making you take an experated sigh and roll out of your mountain of tissues.

"Fine! I'm going." you finished and grabbed a pair of towels and some fresh clothes.

----

James eyes couldn’t leave her side. You were gone for three days straight and your friend kept taking  food to your dorm.

Did he do something wrong? 

"Where are you taking this?" he asked, stepping in front of your friend who carried plates of food in her dorm.

"To mrs. Spoiled arse in my room. I swear she is the worst when she's sick. "

"Sick?"

"And on her period. Cranky as ever." your friend spilled out, walking up the stairs with your plates of food in her hand. "I don't know when was the last time I was out..on the sun." she rambled on before realizeing who she's been talking to the whole time. "Potter!" she exclaimed and pushed the pates in his hands. "You did this, you go deal with the consequences." she forced a smile before storming down the stairs again, leaving James stand thereconfused.

He turned around, somehow ending up right in front of your dorm. Opening the door, he peeked in the dorm and step by step walked in, finding each bed empty.

"Marcia?! Is that you!" you shouted from the bathroom, your hair wrapped in a towl and wearing an oversized T-shirt, borrowed from your roomates brother.

Before James could even reply, you walked out with a trash can in your hand, picking up your tissues from the night stands.

"I know I've been a bitch lately but you know how I get-"

"(Y/n)?" you heard a familliar voice, voice that definetly didn't come from Marcia. "Nice legs." he grinned at you, making you jump around as quick as you could and be met with hazel eyes, travelling from head to toe.

"James!" you exclaimed and pulled down your shirt.

He let out a chuckle and laid on your roomates bed. "Seriously, (y/n)? I literally saw you in a swimsuit three days ago. " He put his hands under his head with his elbows pointing out, and closing his eyes. “ I’m not looking now.”

“ Thank you.” you replied and started pulling your sweatpants on. 

You didn’t know why you were acting like this. Maybe because you were used to men objectifying you or maybe because somehow you were still insecure about your body.  

“Why did you come here anyway?”  you asked throwing one of your roomates pillows on him, letting him know that it is okay to open his eyes.

“ Well, you weren’t in class for three days and I need my wingwoman.” he grinned and hugged the pillow in his hands. 

“ I have a cold. ” 

“ You look fine.” he waved his hand and threw pillow in your direction. You cought it immediately and sent him a glare. “ See. Fine. ”

“ Piss off.” you retorded and made your way to him. Putting the pillow in your lap, watching as his eyes kept being glued on you, smiling impatiently. “ So are you going to tell me or am I going to have to get it out of you myself.” 

“ She talked to me today. “ he smiled widely and burried his head in the pillow on your lap. “ You’re plan actually worked. “ he giggled and shot his gaze back up to you. “ After she saw us by the lake she’s been so much more interested in me. She’s been sending more smiles and waves and it’s like- ARGHHH! I’m so happy! ” 

“ That’s...” you paused for a bit, feeling something holding you back before continuing. “ Amazing. That’s amazing, James.” you had to force a smile on your lips, something you never had to do around him. 

“ I know right. I think this deal might work flawlessly.” he chirped and grabbed the pillow in your lap. “ And it’s all thanks to you.”

You grabbed the pillow tighter, preventing him to take it from you. He quirked an eyebrow at you and gave you a loopsided smirk. “ My pillow.” you returned the smirk. 

“ Oh? “ he snickered and pulled it forward.

It was childish but you couldn’t help yourself to pull the pillow back, letting out a giggle. That was until he sat on his knees, his grip still on the pillow. He wiggled his body and with all his strength pulled the pillow towards him, causing you to be pulled as well and fall right on top of him. 

The two of you bursted into a hoot of laughter. “ You are so immature.” you laughed and playfully punched him in the chest. 

“ You started it.” he laughed back, letting go of the pillow and wrapping his arms around your body. “ I should be more immature often. I like this.” he smiled, causing a blush creep on your cheeks.

Feeling his strong arms around your body made you completly tounge tied as well as his hazel eyes kindly looking at you made your heart go crazy in your chest.

His hand travelled to your cheek and moved a strand of your hair behind your ear with his thumb gently carresing your cheek. “ I can feel your heartbeat, love.” he smirked, causing you to move from his hold and turn away.

 You put your hands on your cheeks, feeling as the heat spread all over them. 

“ (Y/n)?” you heard the amuzement in his voice. “ Do you fancy me?”“ 

You quickly snapped your head around and looked at him. “ Pff. No.” you scoffed and stood up. 

“ You’re lying. “ he grinned and stood up as well. “ You’re blushing. “ he pointed at your red cheeks. 

“ I don’t fancy you, James. “ you kept denying his statement. 

“ Prove it. “ he took a step forward, his hand sneaking around your waist to your lower back. He leaned down, your noses less than an inch apart, his eyey set on yours. “ Come on, (y/n).  Prove it.” he goaded you.

‘ Just move away. Move away, (y/n). ‘ you told yourself but couldn’t. You were only drawn to the boy. ‘ Step back. He’s playing with you.’ the voice in the back of your head spoke, causing you to fall back from his inchanting gaze and harshly push him away.

You felt your chest heat up and anger erupt on the surface. You pushed him once again, hitting him in the chest with your fists and yell. “ What! The! Hell! James! ” 

“Ouch!” he backed away, shilding himself from your fists. “ Calm down, (y/n)! I was just teasing you.” 

Feeling the anger turn into rage, you grabbed the closest thing to your hand and started hitting him with that. In this case, the thing closest to you was the pillow. “ You! Arrogant! Snotty! Pompous! Egotistic! Cocky! Piece of shit! “ 

“ (y/n)! Just calm down.” he started to get irratated. 

Throwing the pillow in his chest, you grabbed him by the shirt and started pulling him out the door. Before throwing him out you pulled him closer, glaring and growling at him. “ Don’t you do this to me ever again! ” and with that you pushed him through the door with one of your roomates pillows in his hands, shutting the door with a loud thud.

“ Are we still on for Friday!?” he yelled through the door but you only kicked the door in return. “ Okay! ”

[shadows-twilight]

RWBY Volume 6 Chapter 12

My various thoughts and opinions on Chapter 12 of RWBY Volume 6, "Seeing Red"

SPOILERS BELOW:

Hehe, all of the Nubuck guards watching their leader while cheering on and- what's going on on the radar?

Ren's face when he saw Jaune and Nora were ok. So cute

So let me get this straight...Ruby can shoot a missile straight out of thin air, mere seconds after it was fired, at an incredible distance (not even going to try and figure out numbers here) with no issue at all, but she can't hit the missile launcher, a much larger, much more stationary target, unless she's right up next to it? Ok, I'll roll with it.

Cordovin, it's rude to ignore people's calls. Especially when your the leader of a military base tasked with an entire city and the call is coming from your subordinates. I don't see this ending well.

Ooh, Cordovin actually foiled the plan and managed to land a proper hit in on the ship. This shit's heating up folks.

"Take control!""'Flash, take the controls!' But does anyone ask if I know how?"

Every time they show Qrow making that face when looking at a determined Ruby (which has happened, like, three or four times now) I keep expecting them to do a show a quick flash of Summer. I'm incredibly disappointed that it hasn't happened yet.

Ruby used protagonist speech. It's not very effective.

Ok, when Nora of all people says your plan is nuts, you know you've gone completely off the rails.

All right the main cannon is down! Surely this is a complete victory for not just our heroes, but for Argus as a whole!...right?

But screw that boring crap, it's time we got back to BUMBLEBY VS ADAM! Ugggh, sure Adam. Use the guilt trip card. That'll endear you to others. Thank god for Yang's response, it's always cathartic to hear a proper counter to this emotionally manipulative bullshit.

Holy shit, this fighting animation is beautiful!

I find it interesting how Adam is almost as invested in his rematch with Yang as she is. I fully expected him to pull a Cinder and have completely have forgotten about her. It certainly makes for a much more interesting fight this way.

"What does she even see in you!?" How long do you want to sit here? Because we've got, like, an entire tag on this site that could spend hours answering that very question.

WHOOOOOOT, YANG'S SEMBLANCE IS BACK!!! As needed as the lesson of not relying on it was for her, god did I miss it. I was kind of hoping Yang would break Adam's sword, but seeing his reaction to her throwing it away might have been better.

SHORYUKEN! In a wonderful parallel to said dont'-rely-on-your-semblance lesson, I loved the look of panic on Adam's face when he was facing Blake without his sword.

HOLY SHIT! THEY JUST STRAIGHT UP STABBED HIM! THERE IS BLOOD AND EVERYTHING! I remember reading somewhere someone from RT saying that they wanted to make RWBY so that they had a show they could actually show their kids. I wonder how that philosphy's holding up.

And thus, Adam dies. Break out the champagne, bitches! That being said, the remaining number of redheads in this show is reaching a critical low. Nora? Take care of yourself. Please?

Ok, I don't care what your stance is on the ship, Brake's breakdown and Yang running to comfort her? That shit was adorable as hell.

Oh man, the base guards finally get through to Cordovin and...is that Godzilla? Is that frikkin' Godzilla!? IS THAT MOTHERFUCKING GODZILLA ALL UP HERE IN MY RWBY!? Ohohoho, this season finale is going to be AWESOME! The swarm of Manticores and Sphinx's is certainly a sight to behold as well. Didn't think we'd be seeing those again this volume, though I can't say I'm disappointed.

It was at this moment the heroes knew...they fucked up. I mean seriously, they're all spent from battle, almost everyone's aura is broken, and the giant frikkin' mech designed to take on such Grimm? Yeah, it's broke. Even Cordovin's little "what?" seems to say that she recognizes her role in the shitstorm their little spat just caused. So next weeks the finale and...how many plot threads are still hanging? I mean Adam's dead, and this Grimm situation is probably going to be wrapped up with Ruby's eyes, but we've still got Emerald's little "identity crisis" as Mercury called it, Cinder and Neo are still out there, and I have a feeling that there's still more to explore with the Red Haired Woman. Is next week's episode going to be able to cover all of that? Or will some of it be carried over to the next season? Guess we'll find out next week. We're in the home stretch, guys. Let's hope they can finish this volume as strong as they started it.

[chocolama]

Looking through your shingeki no bahamut tags is funny in an ironic way, because it goes from 'come on guys, ships don't matter, let's enjoy this wonderful show!' To 'Fuck this show! Fuck the characters!! Fuck the shitty romance!!' Honestly though, I usually side eye when people say a romance ruined a show but this is the 1st I've actually found myself agreeing. This and Kado deserved better

In all honesty: I loved the first half of virgin soul, I really did. And even when all that ChariNina started - I couldn’t care less because pairings really did not matter to me. Sure, I favored some Characters over others (my favs are Azazel, Rita and Mugaro) but ugggh the show took so many wrong turns. Romance really ruined it, because they played it out in such a bad way. I know the term “love makes one blind” but how blind has Nina been?? Literally. And, like, what did El have to die for?? And wth was Favaros talk with Charioce? “You didn’t order to kill El” and “You didn’t order them to kill Nina” when it’s exactly what he did? He seemingly “kills” Bahamut and then suddenly he’s okay for everyone? Ah, I hated it so much. I have to say here that I view Charioce in a pretty neutral way (he’s not one of my favorites but it’s not like i loathe him because of hate or shipping) but I don’t think him just being blind and not being able to hear Ninas voice is not a good punishment. And don’t even get me started on Kaisars death. That really triggered the hell out of me.

I do agree that I am still very bitter about Mugaros death but ayyy the romance part was so bad, it really wrecked the show. They played “a story of love and ruin” really good. Because the “love” part  really did “ruin” it.

[lilgynt]

honestly,,non lesbians disscusing lesbian issues takes 15 years of my life easy

[pfudorqueen]

Rules: Answer these 85 82 statements and tag 20 people

I was tagged by @halftheday (thanks, darling!)

Tagging: @froggydarren , @hepzheba, @anefan, @nothingtoseeherejustmovealong, @acollectionofsterek , @hobbitonbound, @haletotheyes , @bittensweetwolf , @kiti-the-warrior-poet, @chroniquedesseves (that’s like, half the required number, let’s say it’s good!)

Feel free to do it if it floats your boats (even if I didn’t tag you), or to not do it!

The last:

1. Drink: Pepsi Max. I thought for sure it was water + lemon juice but... nope. Didn’t have a drink since I went home.

2. Phone call: My mom, a couple of hours ago.

3. Text message: my mom also (to tell her something since she was in another room and I didn’t want to yell and disturb the cat)

4. Song you listened to: Welcome to the black parade - MCR (yeah i’m in an emo phase again, I’m full on old-PATD/FOB and MCR).

5. Time you cried: I kinda had tears in my eyes this afternoon, and this morning when I bumped my head, but I don’t know when’s the last time I actually cried.

Have you ever:

6. Dated someone twice: Yeah

7. Kissed someone and regretted it: Nope

8. Been cheated on: Not that I know of

9. Lost someone special: Does my cat count?

10. Been depressed: I don’t think so.

11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: Nah

3 Favorite Colors:

12. Grey/Pearl

13. Teal and Royal blue

14. Mauve

In the last year, have you:

15. made new friends: Yes <3

16. fallen out of love: No

17. laughed until you cried: Yeah

18. found out someone was talking about you: Nope

19. met someone who changed you: No

20. found out who your friends are: Mmm. No? Yes? Dunno.

21. kissed someone on your facebook list: Yeah

General

22. How many of your facebook friends do you know in real life: All of them! Don’t talk to all of them though!

23. Do you have any pets: We just adopted a cat today! His name is Willy, but I call him William Huntington the Third!

24. Do you want to change your name: No, it’s one of the things I like the most about me!

25. What did you do for your last birthday: Can’t remember. Nothing probably, I had class

26. What time did you wake up: 10am

27. What were you doing at midnight last night: watching Quotidien

28. Name something you can’t wait for: MY OWN APARTMENT!

29. When was the last time you saw your mom: A couple of seconds ago

30. What are you listening to right now: My mom ‘tss tss tss tss’ my cat and the sound of the oven.

31. Have you ever talked to a person named tom: Yeah. “Sketchy Tom” was his nickname actually.

32. Something that is getting on your nerves: Wet mouth sounds (I have misophonia). Also, my mom.

33. Most visited website: Tumblr, AO3, youtube probs

34. Hair color: brown, but right now it’s ginger turning on blonde (coloration)

35. Long or short hair: Long? I think?

36. Do you have a crush on someone: Not really. I kinda have a lowkey crush on a friend of mine, but it’s been going on for years. It’s like... She’s my friend, I love that she’s my friend, but she’s also an incredible person and I wouldn’t mind being more than just friends. But this isn’t friendzone shit.

37. What do you like about yourself: My brain!

38. Piercings: None

39. Blood type: O, I think

40. Nickname: Ellie, Leo, Reine des Licornes

41. Relationship: Single and hooking up with a friend

42. Zodiac: Chinese: Rooster ; Astrological: Virgo (MY BIRTHDAY IS ON MONDAY!)

43. Pronouns: She/Her

44. Favorite TV show: Suburgatory / Leverage / Veronica Mars / Scrubs / B99 / Parks and Rec #ETERNALFAV

45. Tattoos: Not yet

46. Right or left handed: Right

47. Surgery: When I was 8

48. Sport: I need to go swimming again!

49. Vacation: Backpacking through Europe next summer (except not with a backpack because i’m not a savage)

50. Pair of trainers: Nah

More general:

51. Eating: I don’t know what’s for dinner! But I’m kinda hungry. Even though I snacked absolutely unhealthy today!

52. Drinking: Water + lemon juice

53. I’m about to: set the table and have dinner

54. Waiting for: diner

55. Want: Dunno. A good life? MONEY! My own apartment. FUCK YES!

56. Get married: Maybe, I don’t know yet. Probably.

57. Career: Teacher (elementary school right now, will maybe switch in a few years to English teacher). Also, writer. Definitely.

Which do you prefer:

58. Hugs or kisses: Mmm. Soft kisses. Hugs get me too warm. Even though sometimes I seriously need them. 

59. Lips or eyes: Eyes, all the way!

60. Shorter or taller: Depends on the gender ;)

61. Older or younger: Older.

62. Nice arms or nice stomach: Also depends on the gender ;) But both is good!

63. Hookup or relationship: Relationship, even though right now I’m just hooking up with a friend. 

64. Troublemaker or hesitant: A little bit of both. Maybe more hesitant, unfortunately

Have you ever (Pt 2):

65. Kissed a stranger: I don’t... think so? Nah.

66. Drank hard liquor: Yeah

67. Lost glasses or contact lenses: Don’t wear any

68. Turned someone down: Yes, if you count the catcalling and ‘hey lady! do you want to-’ as turning someone down. 

69. Sex on the first date: Nah

70. Had your heart broken: Not really no

71. Been arrested: Almost

72. Cried when someone died: Never had anyone I know dying *knock on wood*

73. Fallen for a friend: Yeah, fuck, ugggh. It happens all the time. Maybe because I like people who are nice to me? xD

Do you believe in:

74. yourself: Most days

75. miracles: Not really

76. love at first sight: Absolutely not. Lust, yes sure, but love? Takes more than a look. 

77. santa claus: Yeaaaaaah! (I mean, no, but also yes?)

78. kiss on first date: Sure

79. angels: Not really either

Other:

80. Eye color: Brown

81. Favorite movie: There’s too many to choose from, seriously. Maybe Stand by Me

82. Current best friend’s name: Simon <3 (my soulmate tbh)

I tried to look for the missing statements, but there’s still 3 missing.

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Admittedly, I’m Hard to See

Fandom: Beetlejuice the Musical Chapters: 12/? Pairing: Beetlejuice x OC (Holidae) The Players: Beetlejuice, Lydia Deetz, Holidae Bell Word Count: 1,668 Warnings: M for Suggestive Content and Language

Notes: The best laid plans blah blah blah...

Chapter 12 - In Which Phrasing is Key

According to the pitch-black darkness outside, it was late.

Holidae stared at herself in the mirror, fidgeting around and trying to psych herself up for what she was about to do. She was happy that Lydia had gone to bed hours ago, satisfied that she would be too deep into slumber to be awoken by any clandestine conversations. It had been several days since their heart to heart in the attic, and neither of them had been the first to summon back their resident ghost. An unspoken stalemate between the two women, not out of anger, but out of reluctance.

“Okay, Holli, you can do this. You can be firm and fair. Just… tell him…” She pointed sternly at her reflection, as though giving herself a lecture. “You look into those gold-yellow. Gross yellow. Eyes and you tell him that you want to take things easy. Ease into things. Take it slow and steady. Not getting crazy. Keeping our wits about us.”

Leaning forward, she tapped on the mirror glass, “You are a grown ass woman, how hard can this be?”

After a beat, she slumped over on the vanity, groaning in frustration, “…who are you kidding, Holidae? You’re going to crumble like a ruin.”

Holidae stood upright, beginning to pace the room, tugging at the end of her nightshirt. There was no point in delaying it anymore, was there? The longer she put off the conversation, the more her overall resolve would weaken until there would be no conversation to be had.

Taking a breath, she spoke into the empty air, “Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice… Beetlejuice?”

There was no crash of lightning or billowing smoke as she had expected; he just materialized in the middle of her bedroom, taking a few steps before realizing the scenery had changed. Beetlejuice had been tearing around the Neitherworld; angry that he was so helpless in situations like this. There was no way for him to appear in the mortal realm without a summons, and the only two people in the world who could see him had been refusing to bring him back.

His entire form was stained red as he took note of his surroundings, whirling around to spot Holidae staring at him quietly. She looked so small in that moment, not buried under layers of intentionally baggy clothing, dressed in a ragged shirt and long pants; her hands picking at the stray thread at the hem.

“Where’s Lyds?” Beej finally asked, brushing something off his sleeve.

“Sleeping.” Holidae shifted her weight back slightly.

He chuckled, “Oooh, sneaking around and summoning ghosts behind her back? Shady. I love it.”

Beetlejuice brushed past her, going over to examine the objects around the room, making a point of ignoring her completely. One particular object caught his attention, his clawed fingers dragging across the familiar pages, taking note of the bookmarked passages.

“How did you get the book open? Got another dead guy hanging around?” Beetlejuice turned glanced at her, tempted to shut the Handbook in spite. “Trying to find a way to get rid of me for good?”

“Recently Deceased is a really vague term once you think about it. One of the houseplants died and she pried it open with one of the stems.” Holidae explained, crossing the room to join him. “They really should take at a look at phrasing once in a while and revise that Handbook. There are so many loopholes. Lawyer’s dream text.”

Beetlejuice abruptly moved away before she could get too close to his back, spinning on his heels to face her head on, his hand covering part of his chest, “I take it you’ve done a little light readin’, Jolly Holiday? Did we find out anything interesting? Exorcisms? Seances? You could have just asked me about stuff like that, you know. A genuine denizen of the Neitherworld.”

“I don’t want to exorcise anyone! If it’s anything like the movie, I want no part of it. No sir. Too sticky and gross and ugghhh…” Holidae made a face, trying to hold back the involuntary dry heave as she recalled the film. “Nevermind. Listen. We need to have a serious discussion.”

“A serious discussion? Oh… well, in that case, we need to be in a serious mood.” He nodded, “But we can’t be serious like this. This calls for a more adult theme.”

With a snap of his fingers, he transported the two of them onto Holidae’s bed. Beej was settled against the headboard, and Holidae was facing him while straddled over his lap. His hands were holding onto her waist; fingers digging into the fabric of her shirt to keep her balanced. Holidae tried to pry herself out of his grip, or at least move his hand so it wasn’t pressing against her green-yellow bruises.

“Hey, I mean it when I say it’s serious, Lawrence.” She thought the use of his proper name would get her point across. “Lydia and I were talking when you left…”

No longer covered in his angry red hue, his tone was turning more azure by the moment, “Yeah? And what, pray tell, does that have to do with my beautiful self?”

Falling silent, she tried to think of the best way to speak her peace without upsetting him, staring at his necktie as if it held all the answers she required, “Is it true you’re promiscuous?”

Not the most tactful way to phrase the question, but it was the only thing that sprang to mind. The ghost blinked at her slowly… once, twice… before wetting his lips with a noticeably long tongue. Holidae caught the last bit of he before it went back into his mouth, momentarily distracted by the appendage. Her resolve was already failing and they hadn’t even started talking.

“Loaded question, babes.” Beetlejuice’s voice was low, and he pulled her in a bit closer. “What brought up my sexual history?”

“It… may or may not have been implied that you are prone to sleeping around for fun.” Holidae’s pulse jumped, already regretting her whole plan. “Which… is something I’m not… I mean. It’s fine, do what you want, I’m not going to judge. I’m not your keeper. I just… it’s not something… wait, that’s not going to sound right. I-I-I don’t know what… how… to do this.”

“Whoa whoa… hey now, take a breath. That’s something breathers need to do. It’s in your name.” He let go of her waist, bringing his hands to the sides of her face. “Whew, you’re a little toasty there. I think you’re circuits are frying, ya know? I’ve seen spontaneous combustion and it is not pretty. Chunks everywhere. Don’t do that.”

Taking a few hiccuping breaths, Holidae tried to get her mind back on track, “I don’t sleep around!”

“Why are you so fixated on this- wait. Wait wait wait. Let me take a wild stab in the dark and say that my bestest best friend just happened to let slip my sex life after she happened to catch us together? Even though we weren’t even doing anything fun yet. Trust me, you’ll know when the good stuff happens.” He ran a hand through his fluff of hair, the color shifting from blue to deep green in moments. “What did she say?”

Holidae was picking at his necktie now, rolling the fabric between her fingers, “…that you’ve never talked about the same partner twice.”

He rolled his eyes, knocking his skull against the headboard, “Ugggh. Wow. Could she have picked the worst phrasing or what? I just tell her that kinda stuff to gross her out. It’s fun. If she wouldn’t get all squidgy about it, I would find something else to talk about. Do you like hearing about your friend’s sex lives in graphic detail? …wait, if you do, that is actually a very attractive quality and I would like to know more.”

She shook her head vehemently, “No no, that stuff isn’t my business.”

“Annnnnnd that is why it’s so fun to annoy Lyds with my sordid sexual conquests. She gets all weird and throws stuff at me, it’s hilarious.” Beej’s hands settled on her thighs this time, his claws tapping lightly in random patterns. “So you got the impression that I was just gonna pull the old money’s on the dresser routine with you?”

Nodding, Holidae was still fiddling with his tie, keeping usually focused and quiet.

“Did you summon me here with the intention of telling me we shouldn’t fuck if that’s all I wanted?” He pinched her leg, trying to get her attention.

“Ow,” She dropped the tie, rubbing her sore skin. “I would have said it more politely, but yeah.”

With a toothy grin, Beetlejuice tossed her on the bed next to him, rolling over her and pinning her to the mattress. He pressed his face into the crook of her neck, feeling her pulse flutter underneath the skin, nipping along the vein with his teeth.

“There are plenty of other things we could do, ya know. Why jump to the main course without savoring the appetizers?” He laughed, sticking his hand under her shirt, gliding along until he could feel the slightly raised bruises. “Could give you another one of these as a little treat, hm?”

“N-no, that’s not… what I meant.” Holidae panted softly, trying to gather up the will to stop herself from giving up too easy.

“I know.” He ran his tongue along her collar bone, dipping below the fabric of her shirt. “You’re adorable, you know that? I can hear that brain of yours firing on all cylinders wondering how you can get it through to me. But don’t you see, Holidae, you don’t need to. I know exactly what you’re afraid of, and surprise surprise, I’m not that kinda demon. You gotta trust me, babes.”

Holidae slipped her hand into his hair, gently pulling him away from her neck, watching as his eyes turned darker and his head leaned into her touch. He seemed sincere through his words; his deep, gravely voice somehow soothing her fears like a balm.

“Lydia’s going into town for the weekend, some photography camp out in the woods.” Holidae whispered, lightly scratching his scalp with her nails.

He let out a sound that reminded her of a large animal purring deep in its chest, “It’s a date.”

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