#watched an automatic stage and man. love these guys

[hoforwonho]

Vanner's just so good, cannot thank Peak Time enough for giving them life

[hockeynoses]

Hellooooo I would like for you all to feast your eyes on this new gem I found.

So because I have a Ja/mie Tar/tt obsession and there is no new content (until they greenlight a spinoff or something), I've been dabbling in some Jack Gre/alish videos (who Jamie is based off of).

And he is a silly, dumb, goofball angel and I love him already after like one week. SO YOU CAN IMAGINE the shock to my system when I was watching this video and not only does he sneeze (almost on camera) but right after it he says, "I love sneezing."

Like??? Just??? 👀🥵 Thank you to the universe for this gift.

[drunkenkissesatdusk]

ARE YOU FLIRTING?

pairings — simon (dinner in america) x reader

warnings — swearing, simon may get a little mean idk yet, finally not an already established relationship, a little oblivious reader and a pretty blatant simon, tiny bit of projecting (just to say the reader likes riot grrl music), one mention of smoking (and a scene where they do smoke weed i’m sorry it’s a part of his character forgive me please)

summary — working at a record shop was supposed to be fun and relaxed, yet you (specifically you) have a regular customer who sometimes asks for recommendations and seems to have a staring problem.

notes — okay so hey… i watched dinner and america… this is my literal longest thing written sorry

i. the first time you met Simon

━━━━━━━ IT WAS QUIET, the silent hum of music flowing in from the vinyl player. it was connected to speakers, filling what would have been an unbearable silence, which would conjure a consistent ringing in your ears. you didn’t want that.

you were used to the dragging and seemingly endless Mondays at the record shop. most days did seem quiet, minus the days there would be some real shows of people who can’t sell physical copies and people who can’t sing. you hated it, but you loved working with music.

besides, who’d pass up being able to play whatever record they wanted through the entire store?

you wouldn’t.

flipping through a comic you grabbed from the dwindling comic section, the door rang. briefly looking up, a man walked through. he seemed pissed off, but clearly wasn’t mad at you.

you could see the top of his head at the punk rock section, and didn’t let your gaze linger. the comic - what one you chose, you didn’t seem to remember the title of - was somewhat capturing.

you didn’t like the female character, you didn’t like the male character either (you didn’t like any characters), but you had nothing better to do. if you had been in high school still, you’d probably be doing homework hunched over the front counter.

“excuse me?” you looked up, a police officer with his shiny badge was standing in front of you, and you could see the guy crouched on the floor. you’d never lied to an officer of the law, but everyone starts somewhere.

“hey; what’s up? we just got a new order of Metallica, if you’ve got somewhat good music taste.” you grinned. the officer didn’t, and your face fell again.

“i’m lookin’ for this man.” he slapped a flyer poster down, you looked at the page. Simon, whoever he was, was clearly in need of a haircut.

“so’s a haircut.” you scoffed, sliding it forwards and shaking your head, “sorry dude, no Simon’s here.” the officer glared at you and looked to a corner suddenly.

your eyes flashed to who you’d guess to be Simon, crouched behind a rack. hurriedly, you waved for him to lay flat. dropping your hair seconds before the officer saw, he gave you a hard nod and left.

opening the employees only entrance to behind the counter, it wasn’t hard to find him laying on the ground. “i’m guessing you’re Simon?” you hummed, standing over him with your arms crossed over your chest.

“who are you?” he spat. after a brief introduction, you walked away from him. sliding to the riot grrl section, your hands seemed to automatically find a Bikini Kill album. you grinned at walked back behind the counter.

you didn’t see Simon afterwards, he’d left out of the front entrance and walked somewhere. you were reading your comic again.

ii. second time meeting him, and he stays longer.

━━━━━━━ FRIDAYS, the only days that your manager opened the stage in the back of the building for live performances. typically it was packed, and you’d have to remove a few drunk teenagers and break up a few couples from having sex right then and there, but it seemed emptier than before.

you found out that quickly that you’d spoken too soon, as a flood of people came in and the back door bands used buzzed. you groaned internally - and externally - and opened the door. flashing your customer service smile, you pointed them to the back.

there was a small fluster of background noise after everyone went to the back and flooded that area.

you already missed your silence.

“hey, you the worker from Monday?” Simon, familiar in the second cluster of people, asked you when he separated from the hoard. you nodded, biting back a yawn and cracking your back when you finally stood up straight.

“not gonna go listen t’the band?” you slurred as you fought back a yawn again.

“nah, not yet. those assholes don’t know how to play.” Simon scoffed. you grinned tiredly.

“almost every band that plays here doesn’t know how to. i wish we sold alcohol here, i’d love to drink right now.” you hummed, tapping your hand against the table. “or coffee.” you muttered. the muttered phrase was meant for just you, but Simon seemed to have heard.

he didn’t say anything else, spinning around and walking to the back.

iii. meeting after rude customers

━━━━━━━ YOU DIDNT REALLY REMEMBER what day it was. but you were standing behind the same counter like before, as you did nearly every day of the week.

“excuse me?” the woman was blond, wearing high-heel stilettos and a short pink skirt and matching juicy couture top, “you sold my son this, and he is not allowed to listen to whatever soon-to-be-drug-dealer drugs you put in this music. i want a refund.” she annoyingly chewed her gum, loud nails clacking against her glasses when she went to readjust them.

“sorry ma’am, no refunds.” you huffed.

“that’s just… unacceptable! you have to give me a refund.” she exclaimed.

“dude, i literally can’t. im sorry but im not allowed to.” deadpanning her, your eyes - donning a bored look cast through her eyes - met her sunglasses. you could see your expression, uninterested and tired. she lowered them to glare at you.

“i don’t care what the hell your rules say, give me a fucking refund!” she exclaimed.

“dude can you not yell? it’s not in my hands.” you scoffed.

“give me a fucking refund!” she screamed. then the door rang (only you seemed to hear it) and you could hear a slightly familiar thudding footsteps approaching you and this woman and her awkward looking son.

“christ lady, shut the hell up and accept that you aren’t getting a damn refund.” Simon overstepped her, cutting her off and practically forcing her away from you and the counter.

you grinned small, leaning against the back counter. it didn’t take awhile for the woman to give up and walk off. her son silently followed behind her.

a silence followed afterwards, you waited for Simon to say something and you assumed he was waiting for you to say something. neither of you did for a little, and you silently cursed yourself out for not having an album spinning at the moment.

“people do that often?” Simon reached into his pocket, shuffling around in it until he produced a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. you cringed silently.

“nah, only when i’m super lucky.” you huffed. Simon brought a cigarette to his lips and flicked his lighter on. promptly, he lit the cigarette and took a drag from it.

“call that lucky?” he raised an eyebrow.

“ask a lot of questions?” you retaliated, exiting the front counter and finding yourself in the riot grrl section again. after you found an album, you opened it, prepared it, and put it on the record player.

with music in the background, you let another tsunami of silence flush over the two of you. it wasn’t awkward since you were more focused on unpacking a newer shipment of vinyls.

the store had recent had a flush of customers and bands playing, which helped you get a raise, but didn’t help your slight social awkwardness. you managed to cope by not hanging out with people outside of work anymore.

with your sudden interest switching to the new vinyls, you didn’t notice Simon leaving.

iv. coworkers and being hit on

━━━━━━━ AS MUCH AS IT SEEMED YOU DIDN’T, you did have coworkers. a few high school students and then a few older middle-aged guys. despite that, you didn’t really like most of them.

you liked the peace that came with single-person shifts, which were mostly what was worked, but events that had multiple bands coming up meant there’d be more than one worker.

you didn’t have to go into work until evening.

but that evening, you were displeased to see the most irritating coworker of yours by far. Chase, a middle aged man who still lived with his parents and was “voluntarily celibate”, was consistently hitting on you.

you didn’t like him, and you made it very obvious. sometimes you were so blatant you thought any child could understand you clearly. Chase was worse than a child.

not to mention, you’d grown accustomed to seeing Simon on most of your shifts, and it had been awhile since he’d shown up. you were a little worried, but you didn’t know him all that well regardless.

you still worried.

during the later half of the shift, the one that included the bands showing up and having to spend all your shift breaking up fights, sex, and so much more you never wanted to talk about anymore.

“hey,” Chase said with your name afterwards, “y’know we could go catch a drink after this.” he offered. you stared at him blankly. you clocked in 5 minutes ago.

“no.” you deadpanned, resting your already beginning-to-ache head against the cold counter. Chase was on the other side, but was still talking to you.

when the door opened, and you could hear the familiar stomping of Simon’s boots, you grinned just a little. you could hear him practically storming closer to the front, as Chase continued to blabber on and on about going out with him.

Simon called your name, and you rose your head. “cmon, i wanna talk to you.” he didn’t look at Chase, just at you. you groaned dramatically, going to slam your head down. a hand on the counter where you were gonna let your head thud against stopped it.

Simons hand led to his body, and his eyes were waiting for you to go with him.

so you did.

you had 30 minutes, and this would count for your break instead of you just taking it later on. you’d probably hate yourself for that later on, but now that you weren’t being hit on by Chase and there were no mean customers, you were happy.

“you smoke?” Simon held up a pre-rolled joint.

“no, i haven’t.” you shook your head.

“wanna try?”

“sure.”

twenty minutes later, you were lying on your back on the blanket you laid out to sit on. Simon was beside you, still sitting up. with the affects of the weed passing over you, your sudden need to have your hands on someone else sent your hands to draw shapes on Simon’s back.

he didn’t seem to notice, or care, and let you carry on.

“where have you been lately?” you asked carefully, your words softly spoken with a grin across your face and eyelids drooping to nearly being closed.

“out.” he hummed. you didn’t bring it back up, letting his words be the only explanation. “you got a boyfriend? girlfriend?” he asked. you shook your head, you didn’t have a relationship because most of your time had unfortunately been devoted to the record shop.

“do you?” you asked him right back.

“nah.” Simon mumbled.

“hey, breaks over.” Chase said, his head popped out of the door. you groaned dramatically, letting your body go lax and not moving.

Simon grinned, his head turned to look at you. every other body part was still, except for your hand - which you kept on a consistent movement drawing a star over and over again.

when he stood up, you frowned as your hand dropped. he reached down again, whisking you from the floor and helping you stand.

for the rest of the night, Simon stayed in the shop until you were done with work and about to walk home. without you noticing, he began walking with you and another joint was shared.

once you made it home, you unlocked the door and let you and Simon in. it was an apartment complex, and you led your guest alongside you to the elevators, which you used to find your apartment.

you unlocked that door too, and let Simon in and closed the door behind you both. “y’hungry?” you asked him. he shrugged, which you took as a ‘yes’, so you began making a box of mac ‘n’ cheese.

Simon took it upon himself to explore your apartment in that moment. you didn’t stop him, letting him look around and walk through every room. after some time, you called him back over and handed him the bowl of food, sitting down on the couch.

after eating, you and Simon found yourself basking in the soft glow of the moonlight on your balcony. it was calm, and there wasn’t really anything happening, seeing as it was around 12 a.m. at this point.

you could’ve fallen asleep out there, the guy you brought with you sitting separated from you by the door, a choice he made himself. you didn’t bother telling him he could come closer, if he didn’t want to sit by you originally then he didn’t have to in the end. you were fine with it.

“i’m gonna go, alright?” Simon said after an hour or so of sitting outside with nothing really happening. you nodded, weakly and tiredly waved goodbye.

he was gone after that.

v. record recommendations

━━━━━━━ YOU DIDN’T SEE SIMON FOR a few weeks after that. you didn’t expect to entirely, he was a little flaky like that, but you at least thought he could tolerate you better than dropping from the face of the earth suddenly.

you spent awhile alone at work again, standing behind the register listening to music and doing stupid stuff, it grew more and more boring.

you missed Simon’s presence. it was the one thing that differed from your typical workday which made everything a little more tolerable.

rather than rest on pondering the “what if”s of this whole situation, you’d found a rather interesting pass time. you began listening to more albums in an attempt to expand your music taste.

even that was in vain - it never worked.

after a week, you gave up the final sliver of hope and stopped wishing. you happily grew more adjusted to spending shifts without anyone with you, and it became easier and easier to go to work.

the third day after what you’d dubbed “The Acceptance” (you had nothing better to do, and were now clinging onto anything that could make it all more interesting) the door chimed and you could see the familiar face and hear the familiar stomping.

“hey, welcome in. do you need help finding anything?” if he wanted to be flaky, you could be petty and treat him like a normal customer. you held up a faux smile, throwing on your “customer ready” face.

Simon stared at you, and you patiently waited for him to do something, say something. but he didn’t. he continued to stare, which grew slightly more irritating.

you huffed internally, cussing him out in your mind while you were at it, spinning on your feet and walking to the side where boxes of new shipment lay.

pulling one up to counter, you grabbed the box cutters and opened it. a new set of the most sold album. you didn’t expect these to last awhile.

“excuse me?” a father with his son walked up to the counter closest to where you were opening boxes to restock the inventory.

you looked up, “yeah what’s up?” you set the cutters down and walked to the front counter.

“do you guys have anymore Korn albums? specifically Follow the Leader.” the father asked. you hummed, walking into the back after quickly excusing yourself. walking back out, album in hand, you were surprised to see Simon still standing there.

you gave the father and son the album, checked them out, and sent them out with a smile.

“did you need something, dude?” you finally broke the silence, back turned to Simon as you kept unpacking box after box.

you didn’t hear anything for a minute, and you prepared to say something else. “that genre you like, give me a recommendation for a band.” his voice was rough, and he sounded hesitant.

you turned around again to stare at him, sighing and complying. you gave him a Bikini Kill album (Pussy Whipped, specifically) and checked him out. as you went to say goodbye, he stomped off.

vi. admittance

━━━━━━━ THE NEXT TIME YOU SAW Simon, was a week later. you’d grown even more used to his absence, and no longer felt as bored as you originally did. you felt the same as before Simon showed up.

it’s like he never walked in.

until he did, the first day you met him and now.

“has anyone flirted with you?” he demanded as soon as he got to the counter. you stared at him in mock-awe.

“seriously, Simon? you turn into a disappearing act like you’re goddamn Houdini, but now you can walk in here and use that type of tone?” you rolled your eyes. huffing, you shook your head tiredly.

“has anyone flirted with you?” he repeated his question. your anger subsided into confusion.

“pretty sure, probably not seriously. why?” you hesitated to answer at first, genuine curiosity running through you like your own blood.

“that explains it. when are you off? or going on break?” he asked.

“i get off in an hour, and my break was like twenty minutes ago. why?” you took a step closer to the one thing stopping you from walking straight up to Simon.

he shook is head, “i’ll be back in an hour, then.” he muttered, turning around and stomping out.

the hour that you had left was dragging on suddenly, and your body practically shook with nerves and insecurity and one too many thoughts for the rest of the day.

you tried everything to get rid of it, attempting to listen to music (your thoughts were louder), attempting to read a book (the words moved when you tried focusing, like they were shaking with your nerves), and trying to work on inventory (there was nothing to unbox).

once it was over, and you were clocking out, you were surprised to see Simon driving a blue truck. he waited for you, as you hesitantly approached the car. with a single honk of his car and a mean glare, you got in quickly.

he hardly waited for you to get in before driving off. you didn’t get scared or anything, you just braced yourself and got comfortable in the plush seats.

“who’s truck is this?” you quizzed.

“my friends.” he bluntly spoke, leaving no room for any other conversation.

it didn’t really bother you, the silence was comforting and now that you were with Simon, your previous nerves and feelings had been dropped entirely.

after what seemed to be around an hour, Simon pulled onto a desolate dirt road, that switched to a untouched grassy trail. your relaxation turned into confusion. was he about to kill you? you expected you’d live a few more years, but maybe you were wrong.

he parked near a cliff, and got out. you went to follow him, but he closed your door before you could. you watched him in confusion as he circled the car and opened it for you.

you looked at him, even more confused than before. this was not like the Simon you had been talking to in the past.

“who are you and what have you done with Simon?”

“shut up and come the fuck on.” now it sounded like the Simon you knew, you grinned playfully and got out.

“are you taking me here to kill me?” you questioned carefully.

“why the hell would i do that?” he turned to you, confusion written across his face.

“no clue, not every serial killer needs a motive.” you tapped your temple after saying that, before pointing at him.

“what the fuck.” he muttered.

“you choose to bring me here!” you exclaimed.

“clearly, i made a mistake.” Simon complained, watching as you walked closer to him.

“why did you bring me here?” you finally asked, folding your arms over your chest and patiently waiting for his answer.

“isn’t it obvious?” he scoffed. you shook your head with an eyebrow raised. what was supposed to be obvious? you waited for him to continue.

“jesus christ. i fucking like you, dumbass.” he emphasized the insult at the end. you rolled your eyes before stopping. it was like everything around you practically did the same thing - stopped.

you stared at him long and hard.

“you’re lying, right?” you hesitated to break the seemingly ever-lasting silence, but what was done is done, and Simon was the one rolling his eyes.

“no, i’m not. are you really this dense?” he was getting mad now.

“well, sure.” you shrugged one shoulder, letting your arms unfold and fall to your sides. he scoffed - which seemed to be his favorite thing to do. it didn’t help how awkward you were.

sure you had been mad at him, but now, thinking back, you could feel the undertones of yearning for his care, and yearning for a relationship. you sighed, looking down to regain your confidence before looking back up.

“if it makes you less mad, i like you too.” you hummed with a sly grin.

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[valuunit]

after midnight

summary: some steamy sex after dancing at the club with harry in his frat era.

title because im obsessed with chapelle roan, as you should

Content: She/her pronouns. smut (mdi), alcohol consumption, hair pulling, using a tie as a way to muffle sound ;), oral (m receiver), finguer fucking, clothed sex?, oh, a photo taken during sex, this oc is really stupid and horny, don’t show you’re face in an explicit pic of yourself wit someone new. that’s it ig :)

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so if there’s any mistake I'm sorry, please let me know so i can correct it :D

y/n

why did i agree to this? jesus, this is the shitiest-

“y/n, my miracle is here!” the strong mature voice of Patricia sends shivers down my spine.

“hi” i quietly say, accepting her hug.

“here, i want you to met someone.”

fuck. social interaction.

i’m so so tired for this, i just want to pet my beautiful dog and sleep cuddling with him.

“Michael! here she is, y/n, y/n that’s Michael Young, owner of the record label i told you.” she whispers the last bit. my attitude automatically changes, another rich man who wants more money.

a very well preserved old man turns around, he’s like the definition of daddy if i were attracted to him, he gives me a gentle handshake. “nice to meet you miss, i’ve heard great things about you.”

“thanks, it’s very nice to meet you too.” after that he kisses Patricia’s cheek and excuses himself, promising to get back a little later.

“well, that didn’t go as planned.”

i chuckled. “maybe in a bit will go better, he said he was coming back”

“that’s the equivalent of a guys promising you he’s calling you back after fucking.”

“oh, then forget about it, let’s drink!” i smile eyeing the open bar.

“you do you, honey, i’ll be here if you need me.”

“okay mother, thanks.” i love that woman even if she’s in my monthly payroll.

“love ya.”

i pass some people, looking for the edge of the bar, and fortunately it was empty. “hi, can i take an old fashioned, please?” the bar tender nodded. life like this is kinda good.

harry

“that girl, she’s fit.” louis said.

oh i know lou, i’ve been watching her since she stepped in the club.

“who?” niall said genuinely curious to look at a cute girl.

“there, in the leather jacket at the edge of the table.” louis kept trying to get a better look at her.

“you should go talk to her.” niall says after also looking.

“i think that harry’s job here, he’s been drooling here for her.”

“what?, no, i didn’t even saw her before you mentioned her.” you fucking liar. you even know her name and music.

“okay, then i’ll take the word from nialler here and go count that lady.” you’re a good player louis, but not the best.

he’s testing me to push myself to go there.

“no, not at all.” i simply reply.

“ehh! louis, louis, louis!” niall cheers.

and there he goes, confident steps but playing with his hands.

y/n

i feel a pair of eyes on my back, i try not to think to much about it, i’m here to enjoy myself not to pay attention for others.

“hi” a particular voice says.

i don’t reply, maybe it’s not for me, i don’t want to embarrass me.

“hey, you like it old fashioned?, you’re like a dad?” okay, maybe that is for me.

“yeah, i probably have someone pregnant rounding around the world. i’m at that stage of my life.” i simply replied.

they laughed “i might like you. i’m louis, nice to meet ya”

“hi, y/n” this is louis tomlinson, one of the most famous boys at the moment. if this was happening a couple of years ago i would probably pass out, but i’ve slowly realized that doesn’t matter you ‘status’, you should be treated as kindly and respectful as anyone.

“aren’t you going to invite me a drink?” he says offended, playin, obviously.

“yeah, because i’m the one who approached” i said smiling. “what would you like? it’s on me.”

“oh, becoming my sugar mommy, i get it. i’ll get a shot, tequila.”

“yeah, the free aspect does play a roll here.” he laughs again and looks to where he came from. “four shots of tequila please, extra lime.”

“two rounds, i for sure like you now.” he immediately takes one of the caballito, waiting for me.

“i was just hopping you’d get pleased with that and leave.” i also take one, he hums and aproches for slice of lime.

“damn, that’s tough, if you want me to leave you’re not going to achieve it giving me drinks.” he talks quickly, then proceeds to cheer and gut down the little but dangerous liquid. i follow.

“oof, party animal, aren’t ya?” a deep and also british voice comes in.

“harry!, your finally came, i thought i was gonna stay here all night mate.” he looks at me “not that i would mind”

i completely turn around to look at a curly haired guy, he’s also really handsome, and how not? he’s harry styles.

“ah, yeah, thanks man, see you?” his confused comment makes me laugh.

“yeah, whatever you say. it was really nice to meet you, y/n, hope we can finish this round one day.” he pats the back of his friend and gets out. damn, what the fuck.

“am, i’m really sorry ‘bout that, i’m harry though, you’re y/n?”

“yeah, no it’s fine, if you want you can finish the shots with me?” i say also confused, he looks so nervous and i don’t know why, i'm not that scary am i?

“sure, thanks.” and it becomes silent. well, the conversation with louis was better, that’s for sure.

we swallow the drinks and when i reach out for the fruit i find his hands in the same one i was about to grab, i quickly change my election, and he does as well, i laugh at the awkwardness. he smiles at that.

“i heard your album. it’s amazing.”

“what? you’ve heard my album.” a say fascinated while sucking the last bit of sour liquid.

“what? are you surprised i listen to good music?” he smiled and smooths his chin.

“i wouldn’t say that, i just thought it didn’t reached that many people for you to listen to it.”

“what do you mean? it’s hit after hit, it’s really popular.”

“well, i don’t often look at the logistics of it. but thanks, i wasn’t really sure about it, nor my record label i almost got dropped.”

“well, they’re losers, it’s great.” he smiles and i also do, it’s really nice to heard that from someone who doesn’t know me, it feels genuine.

“i feel like i have to return the compliment but i haven’t heard 1D in like one year, ahm, i really love c’mon c’mon.” he and i laugh.

“yeah, i don’t blame you.” he suddenly looks uncomfortable.

“i’m really sorry.” i try to read his eyes, he was looking at a light above, but now his eyes are back on mine, he doesn’t look as happy as some people seem when they talk about something the love, like music. “you’re not satisfied, are you?”

“you could say that in a lot of aspects.” he smirks.

“okay, i don’t wanna hear it.” i say laughing nervously.

“let’s not talk about this depressing stuff. wanna dance?”

“sure, i’d love to.”

he takes my hand to make sure i don’t get lost in the crowd, he pauses for a second to give louis a warning look when he makes quiet wolf whistles.

“he’s an idiot, sorry.”

“i figured, no problem.”

promiscuous is blasting across the club, this song is sexy and i’m with a sexy guy, i must be a little sexy.

i’m against his chest, the room between our bodies is none, and the space we have to dance is limited, but we can make it work.

i see him starting to sway his shoulders first, trying to get used to the beat. i put my arms on his obliques, also starting to sway my hips, looking at his chest tattoos.

his hands go under my leather jacket and stay in between my hips and my waist, following me. i hear him pant, his mouth is slightly parted and his forehead falls to mine.

“can i take this?” he grabs the tie that hangs loosely in my neck, trying to distract himself for the erection i feel near my left hip.

“sure” we separate out heads and he puts it around his neck, the red looks good on him.

harry

she’s the hottest, most gorgeous person i’ve met.

her lips are as bright as the tie i just grabbed from her beautiful neck, i really want to kiss her. but maybe she’s not into me in that way.

“fuck, how are you so hard, a minute has hardly passed” her voice is deeper than before. i feel slightly embarrassed, but also no.

“that’s the reaction my body has with you.” i say honestly. some say that fake it till you make it, and that what i’m gonna do, fake confidence, maybe it’ll let me somewhere good.

she hums and looks at me in the eyes, to the lips and back at my eyes, with a bright smile and a dark look.

she grabs the tie, pulling me to her, we’re centimeters apart. when i’m about to kiss her she speaks.

“may i kiss you?” she whispers. this might be the hottest thing she’s done so far, or maybe the tie thing it’s.

“of fucking course.”

y/n

this kiss is as alex turner would say, were teeth collide.

is desperate, full of the sexual tension we’ve managed to build, and i couldn’t want it any other way.

we dance, grind, kiss and even moan, at least me, for what seems like the entire night, but when we take our make out session to the back of the building it seems like it barely 12 in the morning.

“jesus, love, i would love to take you home.” he says between wet neck kisses, all i reply is a fervent nod.

after that i feel his warm and big hand on my cheek, making me look at him, then is when i reply with actual words. “we can go back to my place, it not far and it’s alone.” i smile.

“you sure?”

“yeah, if you want.” he smiles and pecks my lips, i don’t know why his hand here makes me wanna melt against it.

“of course, love. it’s better than a shared hotel room.”

“yeah, probably.”

we decide to walk, it’s like i said not far away. the walk was definitely less heated, but it was something.

he asked if he could borrow my purse or my jacket to hide his boner, i laughed so much at that. but the outfit ended up amazingly on him, with the red tie and the also red small bag in his hands contrasting with his all black base.

as soon as i get home blake jumps, almost to the height of my head.

“i’m sorry, honey, i had somewhere to be.”

i think this might kill the mood, maybe not.

“who is this little bud?” harry asked when blake started sniffing his legs. i hang my jacket on a chair and take my purse from harry’s hand, leaving it in the same spot.

“blake, i hope he doesn’t bother you.”

“what, how could he.” he kneeled petting his puffy black hair. “right bud?, you’re adorable” blake turned into his back, to get some love in his belly.

okay, this is really cute, i feel bad for getting wet at the sight of him like this, being sweet to my dog.

“want a drink?, water, vodka, tequila?”

“no, i’m fine. i would prefer to get back were we left it.” blake has lost his interest on him and went to his bed.

“okay, you can go to my room, i’ll be there in a minute.” he looks around the house looking for the destination, “upstairs.” he nods and heads up. “blake. i have some… stuff to do, so please don’t cockblock me, please love, you’ll get a lot of treats tomorrow.” his ears move when he hears ‘treats’.

i grab a cushion from the couch and put it at the beginning of the stairs, hoping he can’t jump over it. “love ya, i’m really sorry if you hear something!” i whisper-scream.

getting near the door i smooth my skirt out and take may hair out of my face.

when i enter harry is sitting at the edge of my bed, he’s cheeks look very red now that i see them in a different light. i smile at him and he smiles at me.

“you look great in red. in your cheeks and my tie” i whisper as i sit in his lap.

“thanks, i might borrow it for another day.”

“you’re still, you know, hard?” i say almost laughing at how cringe that sounded to me.

“you’re wet?” he says. i nod, desperate to kiss him. “perfect.”

his hands crawls up my knee, ass and thigh, reaching my underwear, which was very much soaked.

“i feel flattered, love, i haven’t touched you and look at this” he makes me stand in my knees and slides my panties down my legs, finally showing the mess i made. “we’re gonna keep the skirt if that’s fine with you” i nod and he kisses me.

as soon as the kisses starts it becomes a kiss full of passion. he undoes my white shirt and i do the same with his black shirt.

he’s now laying down, his legs hanging from the bed and im right in top of him, my core against his belt, which feels weird in a good way.

i moan when he sits down, grabbing a handful of my hair and pulling it backwards. “your really pretty when you’re all flustered.”

he slides the shirt down my shoulders and for my bralette he slides it upwards, passing through my head.

“i feel like you have an advantage here.” i look down his opened shirt and pants, hell, he even has his shoes on.

“take whatever you want.” he smiles and kisses the in middle of my breasts.

i hug his neck with both of my arms, letting him please me with his kisses and bites in my chest.

he pays equal attention to both, i think he gave the same amount of bites to each, i don’t know, i was enjoying myself to much to care.

when i fell his mouth starting to separate from me i begin to go down his body, taking the tie and the shirt off, kissing his shoulder, chest, stomach and his boner from above the denim material.

he groans desperately but doesn’t move, just seats there with his hands on each side of his body. “you’re really a tease, baby.” he whispers.

“i think it will be worth it.” i say, quickly undoing his jeans and sliding off his boxer, leaving his cock free.

i think of what to do for a second, i could do a handjob or a blowjob, i finally decide in a hybrid.

i first take his length in my right hand, slowly feeling his body react, his legs move a bit and his body leans back. i then start to move down, making my eyes align with his crotch, and with my hand still in the base i start by wrapping my mouth at the tip. his makes a beautiful sharp gasp.

“god’s fucking sake.” he decides to look down at me, looking deep into my eyes.

harry

her eyes are gonna be the death of me. she can look evil but also innocent. and that makes me want to take her right now and leave her dumb fucked.

my dick disappears in her mouth, over and over again, i don’t know how she manages to keep a consistent move in her hands and in her mouth, including her tongue and her head. the guitar must help her multitasking abilities.

“love, t-that s-sss amazing. ah, but i w-won’t last a lot longerr and i will like to do sooo… much m-more with y-ya…”

she gets my dick out of her mouth, god that’s so dirty, an i love it. but yeah, she does so, chuckling a bit with a sense of pride, some drool goes down her chin, she’s perfect.

“okay, next time i guess.” fuck yeah, hopefully.

“now it’s my turn” she come back up, sitting her naked clit into my semi, this little minx jumped into my dick, and she knows it, she smiles.

“sorry.”

“you’re not.” i smile.

“no, i’m not.” she smiles.

“but you will.” i grab her hips from under the washed denim mini skirt and switched our position, leaving her laying down on her chest and me above her, looking at the greatest fucking view; her face was looking at me over her shoulder, he naked back and her skirt rolled up, leaving nothing to the imagination, her ass was in perfect alignment with my eyes.

i decided to be a little wild and spank her, she moaned, but i quickly turned to look at her “was that okay?”

“yeah… fucking perfect.” she moaned more.

“who would’ve thought…” i say, giving her another one, this one harder, making her cheeks giggle.

i pull her skirt even further, and also pulled from her hips to make her stick her ass up, giving me better access to her clit. i begin caressing her outer lips, soft touches to get her desperate and my fingers getting lubricated.

i inserted one of them, the ring finger to be specific. she moans softly, pushing her hips back. “more…”

“patience, love, want to cherish the moment.” but i do what she says, i enter another and begin to diversify my movements. when i get to a specific and wet point i feel her body shake.

“t-t… there.” she sighs “right therrre.” she purrs.

she looks so angelic like this: baby hairs stick to her sweaty forehead, eyes closed, mouth open full or profane sounds, i also see her stimulating her breasts, just like she could read my mind.

when i put my third finger in i feel her lips stretch, so i turn my hand, she screams at my move. “shh… we don’t want to scare blake, or anyone for that matter. would hate for someone to interrupt, right?”

“mhm” she opens her eyes, they are watering now, i don’t know whether to worry or to be turned on.

“everything okay there, baby?” i ask pulling her hair to the side to look at her fully.

“gr-great!” she sights when i touch her newly founded button.

i feel some more palpitating, some more stretching and i see her jaw being clenched. she’s close.

“you’re getting there, aren’t you?”

“yess! i’m goo…” sight “gonna cum.” her hips push against my hand, i took my index finger out because it felt like i couldn’t move my hand at all.

“patience baby, let it all out” i groan at her cunt stretching around my hand.

she screams my name, might be my new favorite sound of all time. it’s a mix of a hoarse and sweet voice.

she stops moving her hips i see a bit of liquid being thrown against my still moving hand, she squirted. i try really hard not to cum also.

she pants and groans. one hand reaches to mine, telling me to stop.

“good job, love” i slowly take my hand up and taste her discard. i then lean to kiss her cheek.

“want you inside of me” she whispers against the mattress.

“of course baby, just waiting for you to catch your breath at least.” i chuckle. she pouts but stays still.

“i’m fine. i just want you to fuck me.” she looks at me undress completely. biting her lip as she check me out.

“ouch, wouldn’t thought you’ll just use me like that, love, thought this was real.” i say jokingly offended and also a bit nervous. maybe this is just a one night thing, and i wouldn’t like it to end like this.

“maybe it is, but i would really like you to fuck me good so i can consider you as a potential candidate.”

nice answer, miss y/n.

“fine, firstly, do you have any condoms?” she sakes her head no.

“i’ve got iud and clean. if you’re up and clean we can make it raw.” she says nonchalantly.

“fucking hell” i go to kiss her mouth, gripping her cheek harshly, “i’ll make you scream really loud, so i think we could put this to some more use”, i say taking the tie from the floor.

she smiles, curious. i hover over her body again, pass the tie through her head to stop at her mouth, tightening it.

“wow” she barely says.

“you can grip me at the arm of you want to stop, okay?” she nods. “show me” she takes my forearm and tightens her grip around it two times. “good girl.” i kiss her cheek again.

i look down, she still has that fucking skirt i hope every time she uses it she remembers who fucked her in that, i direct my dick into her clit. i soak my tip into her cum and wetness.

and finally i enter, our mouth open at the contact, i thrust slowly and fully, i stay there “goodness, this is g-ood.” i whisper in her ear, she moans quietly.

“look at me angel.” she deserves the nickname. i could take a picture of this obscene and artistic piece. “can i take a picture?, i promise ill protect it with my life…”

she hesitates a bit, but when she looks at me in the eyes she nods “yeah”.

i lean over to the bedside table, take my phone and quickly snap one time.

“move?” she says.

“as you wish.” i let my phone slide off my hand and focused solely on her.

i put one hand next to her face , the other went to her hip. giving me the base i need to get her good.

my hips roll against hers, looking at her face to her ass and back and forth.

i quickly gain a fast, hard and pleasing pace.

she hides her face into the pillow and grips the bedsheets tightly. her muffled moans and screams, my groans and screams and the sound of our bodies colliding is the only sound i listen to, and maybe in a 1 mile radius.

“doing good, l-love?” i ask her, my breathing is shaky, maybe not that sexy.

“mhm.” she turn her face to look at me “y-yesh…”

“look so fricking good like this…” i wished i could look at her full face.

she screams something that sounds like my name, and i know i need to she her climaxing around my dick.

“we’re g-gonna turn…” groan “you around, ‘right?”

“yeahyeahyeah” she said.

“h-hug, hug your leg darling.” i pat her left leg , she struggles a bit but makes it. with the force i have i turn her almost limb body.

she moans when her back hits the mattress and i thrust into her faster, while kissing her face, she entangles both her hands in my hair, pulling. fuck.

“hmm. c-c… cum!” she sights into my neck.

thanks love, i wouldn’t like to burst before you.

“perfect. relax, baby…” i groan, struggling to keep that fast of a pace, she’s squeezing my dick so hard and i might come way too fast.

“ha… haffy!” she screams again.

“i’m cu…ming love.”

i feel her groaning at the overstimulation, so i give a final thrust and let it all out.

y/n

i’ve been talking with harry for probably 30 minutes, after last night fucking midblowing fuck i barely was awake, but harry made me change into some pajamas and then he changed the bedsheets. it was the best aftercare ever.

“would you like to go for a coffee later in the evening?” he says looking at me with his beautiful green eyes.

“yeah, as long as blake can come.” i say jokingly.

“of course, love, little man is always welcome.”

“see? that’s what makes me want you every day and every night!” i hit his chest lightly, he chuckles. “you can’t say shit like that, i’ll get attached.”

“is that something wrong?” he smiles. “i also want you, i really like you, and it might be too soon, but i would like to get to know you and be something else.”

“i would love that too.”

[warlocksoup]

into the spider-verse: nishinoya yuu

volume one, chapter one: emails

word count: 2.1k

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I know about him.

Teeth gnawing on the inside of her cheek, she stares down at her laptop screen. At the same email she’s been staring at for the last three days, ever since she first got the notification for it on her subway ride home. From ijs99ETJfdhsg@yahoo.com: I know about him. To anyone else, it might not bear the same weight. To her, it’s suffocating.

She’s done everything she can to try and trace it. Everything she can, of course, being Googling the address and enlisting the help of Yachi from the IT department at the Bugle. The outcome of the former being: Your search - ijs99ETJfdhsg@yahoo.com- did not match any documents, and the outcome of the latter being Yachi’s entire laptop getting infected with malware.

So, not great.

She shifts on the stiff stuffing of her couch, legs crossed under her and the heat from the bottom of her laptop on the bare skin of her thighs. I know about him. She hopes it’s a bluff. Realistically, she knows it’s not. But she’s still in the denial stage.

The screen goes dark, and she wiggles her mousepad to brighten it up once more, just so she can stare longer. She can’t tell him. Not yet. Ideally, not ever. But definitely not yet.

“What are you doing?”

She jolts, automatically slamming her laptop shut as she does so and jumping to face the source of the intrusion.

Spider-Man’s in her living room.

Which is fair. It’s his living room too, even if she does pay the lion’s share of the rent.

“Porn,” is her immediate response and the only thing she can think of to justify her reaction, even if it makes her cheeks burn. “Watching porn,” she doubles down, because she has to.

He reaches behind his head and grabs the end of his mask that sits at the back of his neck, pulling it off in one swift movement. Nishinoya looks at her with his hair flattened against his forehead, blond streak brushing against his brow, and a blossoming, deep purple purse spread across his cheek. “In the living room? Well, I guess I am home early, so can’t complain there.”

She pushes her the laptop off to the couch, and stalks towards him, eyes now fixed on the bruise that stains his features. “And what the fuck happened to you?”

Noya grins at her, bright and unfazed. Almost proud, like his injuries are a badge of honor. “Just ran into my good friend Alexei Sytsevich. He was super stoked to see me.”

Her hand shoots out and takes hold of his jaw, lightly squishing the soft flesh of his cheek together as she tilts his head to the side, trying to get a better look at the damage. Noya just stands there and lets her. “Thought that guy was in jail.”

“Broke out,” Noya says, words barely making it out between his smooshed-up lips. She releases him, and steps back. “He loves breaking out of jail. It’s like his favorite thing to do.”

Noya steps back, and retreats into his bedroom, closing the door with his foot as he does so. Still, she can hear his voice coming through their thin, plaster walls. “I don’t even know what that guy’s end game is anymore. I’m pretty sure he just wants me dead. It’s always like, ‘this is your end, Spider!’ when before he was a lot more focused on his personal goals, so.” 

She sighs and collapses back onto the couch again. Freak emails from freak strangers with untraceable email addresses and Sytsevich breaking out of jail for the thousandth-fucking-time to wreck his havoc on Noya’s face. Her hair is going to start turning gray. “You’d think they would’ve built a cell to hold him, by now,” she calls, and Noya is swinging open his bedroom door to saunter back out into living room, suit abandoned in favor of old gym shorts and a vintage looking Godilla t-shirt. “What do you think costs more taxpayer dollars, building a better cell, or paying all those cops to get him back in again?”

Noya rolls his eyes. “Well, I’m the one they call, and they don’t pay me, so.”

That she knows all too well. It’s hard, being a single-income home. Since Noya’s full time job is both incredibly demanding and also unpaid, rent and utilities and groceries mostly fall on her shoulders. Which, it’s not like she can complain or hold it against him. In exchange, he’s the one and only Spider-Man, and she could do worse for roommates.

And he helps when he can, selling candid photos of Spider-Man to the Bugle so they can use them to accompany their hit pieces on him (Noya, of course, finds it incredibly ironic every time they write out a check to him, gleefully paying him for photos of himself).

Noya flicks on the kitchen light, and as he’s lingering in the kitchen, popping open the fridge door with his hip to stare blankly at its contents, she grabs at her laptop once more, opening it back up so she can stare at the email once more. “Do you wanna get a pizza tonight? Some guy gave me a twenty for saving his car from the Rhino’s path.”

“Twenty?” she echoes back, fingers hovering over the reply button. Should she reply? What would she even say? Her Internet safety training at work taught her to never reply to spam emails, just to report it to the system administrator. But looping in the Bugle on an email like this is the last thing she wants. “Seems kinda cheap for saving his entire car.”

“Beggars can’t be choosers,” Noya calls back, closing the fridge. He flicks his wrist in the direction of the living room, and string of white web following it. It attaches itself to the side of a crinkled up, plastic water bottle she was drinking, and before she can blink, the water bottle finds itself in Noya’s hand.

“Dick,” she says, without looking up from her computer. “I was drinking that.”

“Can you look at your porn later? Do you want the pizza or not?”

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Between them is a half-eaten box of pepperoni pizza, propped open on the fire escape. Noya chews loudly on a slice, his eyes on the city skyline, and hers on him. She watches the bruise on his cheek, and how it moves and shifts with each bite he takes. She reaches out and grazes her thumb against it. He swats her hand away. “Stop it, stop worrying.”

She frowns and slides her hand between her pressed-together knees, like she’s trying to hold it still. “Who the fuck said I’m worried?”

“You’re always worried,” he replies, dusting off the end of his pizza nad leaning up against the closed window behind him. “Every time I come home with so much as a papercut, you’re staring at me like there’s a bullet hole in my chest.”

Her eyes drops, and she looks at the greased-stained cardboard between them. “Well, you have come home with bullet holes before, so.”

He sleeps them off. He wraps up the wound in that fucking webbing of his and he just sleeps it off like it’s a headache or scratch or something most people wouldn’t even go to the doctor for. And then she’ll find dried, rusted bits of that webbing, littered around the house.

“Yeah, and I turned out fine,” he assures her, voice a bit softer now. She looks at him, brown eyes shining and slight grin unwavering. “A bruise isn’t gonna kill me. I don’t want you to waste your energy freaking out over me. You have better things to be freaking out over. I know how horrible your boss is.”

She scoffs, rolling her eyes. “Yeah, but I don’t really give a shit about him, to be honest.”

Her fingers fidget, and Noya reaches over, covering both of her hands with his. She looks up at him. “I’ll always take care of us both. Okay? Nothing can happen to me while I’m out there, because I know I gotta come back home and make sure you’re good. That’s my number one priority, and I’m not gonna break that promise. Alright?”

She nods her head. “Yeah, alright. I trust you.”

His grin brightens, and he leans forward to throw his arm over her shoulder, pulling her into his side. “See, that’s my girl. Complete and total faith in me. I love to see it.”

“Whatever,” she grumbles, but rests her head against his shoulder. It feels nice, in his arms. “I’m really the one who takes care of you, y’know. By like, paying the bills.”

“Oh, that reminds me. Can I borrow ten bucks? I bet Tanaka-“

He stops and straightens out. She peers up at him, at watches as his focus narrows in on something in the distance. By the time she catches up, and she can hear the sirens start to go off in the distance, Nishinoya is gone, leaving a slight breeze against the strands of her hair.

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On her desk are two rejections.

The first is on Spider-Man, a feature piece that details his symbolic value to the people of New York; how valuable his presence in the community is and just what he represents to the average New Yorker. It theorizes that identity of Spider-Man isn’t what matters, but the meaning of the mask itself. And it has a big, yellow sticky note on it with the word ‘WRONG!’ written out angrily in thick, black marker.

She sighs. She knew that one wasn’t gonna make it past Jameson. Hardly any of her Spider-Man pieces do. Noya told her to just start writing smear pieces on him, just to get more articles published. But she’s not willing to sacrifice her journalistic integrity to write a bunch of bullshit about how her best friend is ‘getting in the way of the NYPD.’

The second is on the recently passed Norman Osborn. Most obituaries have been fluffy love letters to the capitalist, and maybe Jameson was expecting more of that, rather than a scathing dissection of his life, including, but not limited to, his involvement in developing and selling weapons of war. The sticky note on this one reads, ‘what is this commie crap?’ which, in all honesty, she should’ve been expecting.

She sighs and falls back into her chair. She needs a new, better job. At a place that will publish her articles without twisting her words into nonsense propaganda. A place that will pay her properly, and not like it’s nineteen-eighty-five.

There’s only one silver lining to her job, and that’s the blonde-haired girl depositing a hot latte and everything bagel on her desk. “Rejected again?” Yachi asks, pulling up a chair from the empty desk beside her.

“Ugh, apparently billionaire, tax-evading war criminal Norman Osborn was a friend to the masses that needs to be celebrated, and the guy that says innocent lives every day for free is public enemy number one,” she rants at once, snatching that coffee up and immediately gulping it down, ignoring how it burns her tongue on the way down.

“Yeah,” Yachi agrees. “You didn’t know that?”

She rolls her eyes, wiggling her mouse to wake up her computer. “Shut up.”

Yachi leans back in her chair, and gestures towards the computer screen. “Any more emails from that anonymous guy?”

“No, and thank god for that.”

“It’s so weird,” Yachi notes. “’I know about him,’ is weird, but they’re not threatening you for like, money or information or like any other average email scam. And from what I could see that guy really did not want to be tracked down, and spent a lot of time making sure you couldn’t. And for what? To say something weird.”

Yachi doesn’t know the weight of it. Doesn’t even begin to understand the threat, the implication. Yachi doesn’t even know how the ‘him’ is supposed to be. So she really doesn’t get how disconcerting those facts are. She contemplates, for a moment, slamming her head into the keyboard in front of her.

“Whatever,” she decides ultimately. “I’m just going to ignore it and hopefully absolutely nothing will come of it. It’s how I deal with most of my problems.”

“Oh, what a coincidence, me too,” Yachi laughs, and then stands. “I gotta go. Jameson accidentally downloaded malware onto his computer trying to claim a Target gift card. Have fun rewriting your articles.”

“See you for lunch?” she calls after Yachi’s retreating form.

“Yep!” Yachi confirms with a wave of her hand, disappearing down the line of small, cramped cubicles.

With one, deep, calming breath, she returns her attention to the desktop in front of her. She stretches her neck to the left, and then to the right, and prepares for another day of endless bullshit.

Ding!

YOU HAVE ONE NEW MESSAGE.

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[justalildumpling]

⇢ haechan as your boyfriend

pairing: haechan x reader  genre: fluff, established relationship note: happy bday to our chaotic little pudu!! im sorry for making you the punching bag of my smaus🤠

let’s be for real here, he was the one who confessed to you. it does not matter whether you liked him first, he would’ve confessed first

haechan probably would’ve just started talking to you randomly, asking to become friends and annoying the HECK out of you until you started unwillingly liking him and magically he confessed to you.

when you guys were friends, he probably would’ve hugged you and clung to you a lot but once you start dating this boy… have fun with him stuck to you 24/7! no seriously, you can’t rid of him

expect lots of back hugs, hugs from the side with him placing a soft kiss on your cheek with a playful little smile on his face, him hugging your waist whilst he’s sitting down

your hand will always be warm. if he sees you visiting him at work, he’ll excitedly grab your hand and drag you around; if you’re sitting at dinner with his members, you bet his hand will be caressing the palms of your hand; if you’re having a little cry, his hand will automatically reach for yours, fingers intertwined

so much banter, sarcasm and sass in your relationship like if your friends or anyone saw your text messages to each other, they will be concerned

he would send random photos throughout the week to let you know what he’s up to. it could be a photo of his hair getting dyed with a text saying “i bet you $20 that you can’t guess what colour im dying it this time :p” “red.” “WHAT?!!!>>! YOU WITCH! HOW DID YOU KNOW?” “lucky guess :)” it could even be a photo of his favourite chocolate snacks or a paper cut on his finger

despite your constant old married couple bickerings, haechan would hold so much love for you. he would constantly compliment you, saying that you’re the prettiest person alive, hype you up whenever you buy a new outfit and just gaze at you with a lovesick look in his eyes

that boy and his jealousy are like a match made in heaven (but in the pettiest and jokiest way possible) realistically i don’t haechan would get jealous in a serious sense like he wouldn't be insecure about himself or his trust in you at all but if he sees you hanging out his members (esp dreamies) too much, you best know the man’s gonna either be ignoring you for a bit (to annoy you) or just hanging on for dear life and shouting out how your his girl in front of everyone. 

like i can imagine you and him cuddling up in his dorm and him just randomly asking you, “me or jeno?” “huh? where is this coming from?” “answer, me or jeno?” “you, of course, what are you-” 

and haechan would get up from his bed and shout out “HAH! SUCK ON THAT JENO! Y/N LIKES ME MORE!” and jeno replying with the most confused face, “I WOULD HOPE THAT YOUR GIRLFRIEND LIKES YOU MORE THAN ME??????”

expect lots of facetime calls or just calls in general, it could literally be for a minute before he goes on stage for his tour. “hyuck why are you calling me on standby?” “because i wish you were here, you would’ve loved it here.”

he would call you after every show of his tour and despite the time differences you would still pick up, i can imagine him with his hair damp after his shower, eating a bowl of kimchi jjigae and telling you the highlights of his concert or simply singing you your favourite song as you fall asleep on call

your dates would vary between lazing around at home, watching cheesy rom-coms on netflix with a pile of snacks to going out in the city at night, making your own silly adventure and pretending that it was only the two of you in the world

the best thing about dating haechan would be that he would bring out your inner child, nourishing it and reminding you that it’s okay to have fun and to live in the moment once in a while and to forget about your worries. he would remind you to do the things you love, to make time for them whilst you’re working or whatever adulting things needs to be done. 

your relationship with him would be fun, lighthearted and healing and he would never fail to remind you that you are indeed loved and cherished, not just by him but everyone around you as well

[electronicnutcycle]

Miguel O’Hara nsfw headcanons

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x fem!reader

warning: LOTS of mention of sex and mentions of somnophilia

.This man has that the stamina of the gods , like he can go for hours on end , and loves hearing you beg for him too stop and that you’re too sensitive

.He gets pleasure from watching you squirm , hearing your moans and seeing his cum slowly coming out of you

.Absolutely has a breeding kink and has fantasised about breeding little spider babies with you and seeing you belly slowly swell and making you dependent on you

.when you two were in the dating stage , he would come over and steal clothing items like lewd underwear or a shirt that made him go crazy or the shorts that were a little bit too short

.Loves to buy you expensive and beautiful lingerie sets , take photo shoots and then rip them of you as he eats you out or as he pounds into you (he even keeps his favourite picture of you in one of these sets in his wallet)

.He’s definitely a thigh guy and automatically will put his hand all over your thighs and puts hickey all over them every time it gets steamy , which is hot but is sometimes annoying in hotter months when you can’t wear pants

.Also is a ass guy and will try to get a feel of your ass or slap it , he doesn’t care if he’s in public and in fact he find it almost like a challenge to see how embarrassed and squirmy over it you get

.Will and has done somnophilia with you either because he’s come home late and he’s had a hard day and you just happened to be asleep or he promised you sex and has came way past the time he promised you

[bingusbongu]

Dr Flug x Fem reader who is the head of the department of black arts and witchcraft? Like him having a crush on her, it would be kind of ironic him being the head of the department of science and technology

A/N: oooo another Flug request! I love writing for this silly little nerd guy!!! One of my favorite comfort characters<33 fyi: had a hard time writing this, especially with his crushing stage so i just did alittle for it, i hope this works!!! ty sm for requesting!!!! I hope you enjoy~! {May edit later, im tired rn}

Dr. Flug × Fem. Witch Reader!

•i feel like this man would be a huge skeptic towards magic. I mean, sure his boss is a demon and all, but he believes more in scientific reasoning then he actually does Magic. He thinks that there is a reasoning behind everything. being the head of the scientific technology department, he tried his best to study magic, but found ut a huge waste of his time, and ended up going back to his on projects

• when he first met you, it was on one his missions with the gang, and it was not going well for them. The hero they were after easily out maneuvered their plans, and had them dangerouslh close to defeat

• Flug was a mess, panicked and unsure what to do. If he got caught by a hero, Blackhat would sure as hell just leave him there and not care to come and retreave him. Let alone, he didnt want to get punished anymore then he hast to endure

• Flug thought they were goners, before, lo and behold, before the hero could take them into custody, you appeared. Quickly catching the hero off gaurd with a blast of magic to his side

• of course, the hero ended up taunting you, and launched himself at you, only for you to easily knock him out of thd sky and to the concrete with the wave of your hand

• as you and the hero quarled, Flug couldnt help but watch. He would had been planning to get out, but he was observing the battle. How you easily threw the hero around liks a toy. The hero didnt even manage to hit you a single time and you already had him to the ground.

• you had freed the trio before they could be taken from authorities. Easily clipping the lock off. The two of you locked eyes for a moment, but before Flug could say thank you, you were gone.

• Flug was quite appalled, his curiosity peaked, as he abd his team fled from the scene. Though, he wasnt able to get you out of his head. He had never seen or heard anything about a villain who easily threw around Heros without even touching them, and Flug knew everthing about every Villain in the town.

• When he got back to his lab, he automatically started to look up things about you, desprately searching up something to ease his curiosity and get you out of his head

• there wasnt to much about you that he could find. He had figured out you were a 'in and out' villain, hardly giving people enough time to look at you before you disappeared into a puff of smoke.

• reading into some reports about you, of people writing nonsense about a powerful villain that wasn't Blackhat, and ranting in painful grammar about a 'witch villain'

• this made Flug laugh, obviously not believing it one bit. Rolling his eyes he got off his computer and went back to work.

• though, he still couldnt get you out of his head. Thinking back to the way how easily you handled that hero, and didnt even lay a finger on him. Now that Flug thought about it, he didnt even see you get close to him at all. Which made the doctor ponder about you even more

• it started driving him insane

• Flug, for the next few times had a hard time focusing on his projects, caught in his mind about what you were. It ended up getting him into trouble, why couldnt you just leave him alone? He had so many questions, but no you to answer them

• finally came his once a month trip of errands he ran for the crew. Heading out to collect food, or certain parts he could use to work on his projects. He never liked these days, but he endured it never the less

• just as he was walking by, looking for supplies, he bumped into you on accident. He frantically apologized, but once he noticed it was you, he froze in his tracks. Looking up at you, as you looked down at him and reasured him that it was okay

• all of a sudden, all his questions flooded his mind. He sure didnt expect to find you here of all places! What were you doing here? Were you here on some sort of mission? What did you even need here?

• His thoughts got interrupted as you finally voiced that you recognized him, sending Flug into a blushing frenzy as he tried to play it off, muttering a thank you to you as he cleared his throat

• though, when you commented that you knew who he was, it caught him off guard. You knew who he was? No one really ever recognized him other than the bag wearing villain. Being a scientist didnt really give him many looks of pride.

• he was geniunly suprised when you told him his name, and that yoi recognized him from tv adds and some of his work. He didnt know how to feel, but when you complemented him, he nearly collapsed into jelly. No one really ever complemented him, let alone someone as pretty as you! It made his face flush under his bag as he attempted to calm himself

• Though, when you introduced yourself, he must had made a face when you mentioned magic to him. Cause you quickly responded to demonstrate your magic to him.

• turning your gaze to the nearest tin can, without even touching it you beckoned it over, making it levitate over to you.

• Flug watched curiously, eyeing the tin can as if trying to find the strong attached to it to find an explanation. As it levitated for a moment, you flicked your hand, only for the can to fly past Flugs head and hit the worker nearby in the back of his head at full force

• Flug was now a little less of a skeptic

• after that, you and Flug chatted for awhile, happily demonstrating some more of your magic for him, who he would watch closely and eagerly, trying to study it every time. You found it quite funny the way his eyes widened in curiosity

• you two ended up spending the rest of the day together, you helping him with finding his supplies, which he was greatful for. Usually it took him until nightfall to get everything done, but with your help he was able to get back to the manor by noon

• not only that, but he learned alot about you, and how you were also the head of your specialties. That stunned Flug, that you were a head of magic, and he happened to be the head of sciece and technology! No wonder the two of you ended up getting along quite well

• Flug expected his thoughts of you to decrease now that he had answers, but they ended up worsening. Now finding himself wanting to spend more time with you, and for you to show him more of your magic

• Now, the two of you ended up meeting eachother every month on Flugs outing days, so you guys could chat together and spend time with one another. You helping him and showing him your magic, and him happily showing you some of his project ideas.

• Over time, he found himself wanting to spend more and more time with you, getting excited when the day would come to meet up with you! But he still craved more contact with you

• He ended up giving you the adress to the mansion, so you could come over and visit, which you happily took the opportunity

• your visits became more frequent, which Flug was always delighted to see you!

• you would chat with him as he worked on his machines, or let Flug study some more of your magic. And boy, Flug certainly enjoyed the company. More say your company, he goy so happy when you visited him. Even if it was for a few minutes, he always was glad you decided to drop in, no matter how busy you were

• He loved your visits, it made him all giddy and happy, which he hadnt felt in a long time until you came into the picture. He didnt like the way you made his body warm at first, ungil he spent more time with you, he ended up waiting every day in hopes that you would come visit him

• one day, when you made his favorite flowers appear for him out of thin air, he nearly passed out

• he definitely found a way to preserve those flowers forever

• you started to make him feel weird, especially when you came in abd smiled at him, saying your common hello just made his heart lurch out for you. Getting all flustered when you complimented his work, or stood close to him, or even feeling the slightest bit of touch from you would send him to the ground

• he loved watching the way you preform your magic for him. Sometimes, he ended up watching you instead of the trick you were showing him. And when you commented about it he got all shy and babbled an apology, while you giggled which sent him deeper into his flusterdness, you absolutely found this adorable

• you, the wonderful witch you are, ended up enchanting his heart

[queenofbaws]

Ohh, never sent anything like this your way and so I don't want to take the reigns too much! But I loved some of the prompts you RBed. Maybe "I keep thinking that something must be wrong with me. Even right now, it feels like I'm ten feet away from myself." In relation to anything Supermassive (UD/Quarry maybe) because I love love how you write fics for those games; take it anyway you'd please. I just super enjoyed the prompt lol

not-quite-six sentence weekend :P

The whole thing had seemed like a joke at first, just another way that the universe could grab them by the ankles, give them a good hard shake, then grab up all the loose change that spilled from their pockets while their heads were spinning. Things had been normal before camp - things had made sense. The sky was blue, the grass was green, and the things that went bump in the night were usually just your imagination or one of your pets knocking into something in the dark.

But now there were monsters. Now it was impossible to tell where reality ended and make-believe began. Now...

Well, now they were in a dingy little basement that reeked of burnt coffee, sitting on uncomfortable foldout chairs. It had to be the strangest support group that'd ever existed, bar none, and even that wasn't going the way it should've been...not with the other quote-unquote survivors doing what they were doing. Most of them were fine, but the Blackwood Bunch?

Oh. Oh, the Hacketteers were pretty fed up with them.

"So there I am, soaked to the bone, wearing someone else's clothes, I'm tired, I'm hungry, everything hurts, and it's like...every time I thought things were going to be okay, I...I ended up alone again. It was just...way too much. Insult to injury, you know?" Emma let the rest of her breath out in a heavy exhale, anxiously tucking her hair behind her ears. Per the usual, she hadn't let stage fright stop her from going at the first opportunity she was given, working her way through her story with tight smiles and shallow laughs. She licked her lips, took another breath, and -

"You think that's bad," Jessica spoke up from across the way, the collection of chairs a little too sloppy to be called a 'circle,' per se, "try having frostbite. And a concussion. And being in your underwear for most of it."

There was a ripple of low chatter from a couple of the others - not the Hacketteers, not the Blackwoods, but the others, the ones who'd been watching with slow-growing amusement and exasperation as their strange turf war had developed. In voices too low for the (warring factions) rest of them to hear, a man missing a suspiciously clean chunk of his ear leaned over to murmur, "Bet this is the one where they start throwing chairs," only for a woman with a garishly bright red pixie cut to dip her chin and respond, "Twenty bucks and you're on."

At the forefront, Emma's smile tightened, becoming something automatic. Automatonic, really. "I was in my underwear for a lot of it, actually."

"No frostbite, though," Mike cut in, happy enough to take over Jess's argument for her. "Seriously, you guys don't even know what you're talking about, okay? Like, yeah, sure, I know you got scared or whatever, but until you're fighting for your life out in subzero temps? Pfft. You don't know what it means to survive."

"Says the guy who stuck his hand in a bear trap," Jacob shot back, not bothering to lower his voice.

Mike had been ready, though. "Says the guy who stepped into a snare, then stepped into a bear trap, then...wait, wait, how'd he put it last time?" he asked, making a show of turning to Emily, then Jess, then craning his head around to Sam. "Oh! Right. Got dragged into a hillbilly sex dungeon. All in one night. Rip on the bear trap all you want, my guy, my one moment of dumbassery hardly stacks up to you going full fucking Loony Tunes. Walk off any cliffs while you were at it? Try and blow out a stick of dynamite thinking it was a birthday candle?"

"Hey man, that's not fair!" It was then that Nick threw his hat into the ring, sticking up for Jacob's case without a moment of hesitation. "You guys weren't down there! You have no idea what it was like, being in those cages all night!"

"Uh, hang on. A-a-agree to disagree." Chris was the one who spoke that time, but Ashley had lifted a finger beside him, the two of them seemingly lodging their complaint as a unit. "If we want to talk about dungeon experience, you...you really don't have a leg to stand on here, man. Sorry. You don't. Ash and I were in a fucking Saw movie, okay? So, I-I-I'm sorry that like, you got to sit for most of the night, but - "

"I was a fucking werewolf, dude!" Nick fired back, actually getting to his feet. "A monster! You don't have the first idea what that's like! My body exploded, I almost killed Abi, I...things still feel wrong! I still feel wrong! It's like...sometimes I don't even think this is my real body anymore, like I'm here, but I'm also standing ten feet away from myself! You don't get to just act like you've been there, done that - fuck that!"

A clearing of a throat. An unnecessarily loud, pointed sniff.

And then Josh entered the fray.

"Yeah. Know what? True. True that. Not a one of us - and I mean this, Nicholas - not a single one of us has any idea what it's like to be possessed by something otherworldly, flung around according to its whims, changed beyond recognition, and then woken up to realize, aw shit, it's Monday isn't it? I need to get to work pronto, but I'm just covered in all this gross, sticky blood!" Slowly, moving with deliberation, he straightened in his seat, the reconstruction scars on his face almost gone but not quite, his left eye catching the light in that eerie way human eyes weren't supposed to. "Shit. Wait. Hang on. That's not what I meant to say. Sorry, haven't had any of that coffee burbling away on the counter yet, and you know I'm not myself until I've had my coffee, hee hee, ha ha, hoo hoo. What I meant to say was - eat my whole, entire ass. Get back to me when you can describe the taste of human flesh to me, how's about that?"

She'd been quiet until then, but Abi raised her hands in a silent plea for them to stop, scrambling to take hold of the back of Nick's shirt when he took a single step forward towards Josh. "Guys! Guys, hey, this...I...fighting isn't helping stuff, okay? We should just - "

"Okay. Honestly? Sorry, not sorry, I'm on their side with this one," Laura piped in, the Blackwood gang sneering as the Hacketteers whirled. "You guys have...no idea what a hard time is, okay? Yeah, wow, yikes, werewolves. Try being in a jail cell for two months, never knowing if the weirdo who kidnapped you was going to let you go, kill you, bring you something to eat, or just stand outside your cell breathing too hard. On top of the werewolf thing! On top of it!"

"Yeah, like, not for nothing, but we didn't even get to make friendship bracelets, you know?" agreed Max, still nodding right along with Laura.

"They didn't even get to make friendship bracelets," Emily repeated, sadly shaking her head.

"Big talk. Real big talk. I'm sorry, did any of you walk away from your weird little winter getaway missing a limb?" Dylan asked. "No. Didn't think s - "

"Chris messed up his knee!" Ashley snapped. "Mike's missing fingers! Sam's, like, almost totally deaf in her one ear now! You can't just - "

"Yeah, I'm sorry, you didn't get fucking mauled," Emily cut in, speaking over Ashley as she yanked her shirt to one side, revealing the massive scar on her shoulder. "Don't complain about - "

"Pretty sure I got mauled, actually! Pretty sure a few of us got mauled, in fact! You don't - "

"You guys weren't lost underground for hours, trying to find your way out." Matt, that time, his usual stoic silence thrown by the wayside. "Pitch black. In a maze. Hearing something hunt you - "

"Wow. All due respect, dude? You weren't listening to our story at all, were you?" Ryan accused. "We - "

And with that, the meeting devolved the way it always did, all of the younger survivors pointing fingers and shouting, comparing wounds and battle scars, stacking their traumas on top of one another's like Pokemon cards. It wasn't the most therapeutic of ways to go about things, of that there could be no doubt, but...it must've been doing something, because they kept showing up every week.

The world was a strange place, after all. It only made sense that they'd be strange now too.

[americasass81]

Shattered Hearts

Warnings 18+ for the following:- Relationship Breakup, Implied Stalking, Brief Mention of Character Death, Smut {m/f), Minor Edging, Use of Pet Names. Seriously do not read if any of this upsets you, the warnings are there for a reason. Feedback is welcomed and any mistakes are my own.

By proceeding you are acknowledging that you are over 18 and are consenting to the content below the cut.

Synopsis: Can a broken heart and a chance encounter really lead to everlasting love?  Take a shot and find out.

Author’s Note 1:- Written for @targaryenvampireslayer Blind Date Writing Challenge.  Got there eventually, right? 🤣 Still thank you for hosting this Suz and presenting me with an opportunity to finally add Clint to my masterlist.  The prompts received are as pictured below (also typed in bold throughout):- 

Author’s Note 2:- Flashback scenes in italics.

Author’s Note 3:- As usual all images have been found through google search.

Pairings:- Clint Barton x Female Reader

Total Word Count:- 4,502

Surrounded by half-drunk bodies, smoke and loud music, finishing off your drink and setting aside the empty glass, you let the last dart fly, not really caring what score it produced as long as it hit the board. Hell at this stage of the night all you really wanted to hear was the darts thump into the dartboard as hard as possible while the image of your ex's face filled your vision. Your ex. Oh how you wished you could puncture his face as you made your way towards the board, retrieved the darts and began the whole process all over again in the hopes that it would somehow release every bottled up feeling threatening to tear you apart from the inside out. But alas it wasn't meant to be. Five more rounds, too many more glasses of alcohol to count and you didn't feel any better . . . and honestly how could you?

Sweet, polite and more that willing to help out other people in any way you could, your kind nature and uncanny ability to pick out the worst possible partners in life was exactly the combination of attributes that had landed you here now drowning your sorrows and fending off every man and woman that seemed to think one night with them would magically cure you of the current mood that traveled with you like an old friend. After all, thanks to your latest failing it now appeared crystal clear that you and a lasting, long term relationship were about as compatible as chalk and cheese. Yet there was a part of you that still yearned for one.

Resting your head momentarily now against the dartboard as your hand reached up automatically to pull out the darts once more, you heard Felix's voice again and returned to the beach where he had not only told you things were over between the two of you, but that it had never really been that serious to begin with. As if it ever could be. Apparently now that he was walking away, all the nice things you had ever done for him had been a thorn in his side and to really rub salt in your wounds, he had actually proven himself to be the very worst of all your ex partners by admitting that he had in fact been seeing someone else the whole time that both of you were together and was now ready to commit to a life with her.

And all of this after you had spent the day preparing an anniversary picnic and buying him tickets to watch his favorite team play their final match of the season. God you really knew how to pick them.

Jerking back to the present now as about the seventh person this night appeared beside you, placed their hand upon your ass and asked if they could turn your frown upside down, another strained, polite "no thank you" and the now familiar path back to the white marker on the floor had you ready once more to take your hurt and anger out on the dartboard when events took you in a new and totally surprising direction.

With characteristics indicative of yet another guy, coming up to stand behind you and placing one hand on your left shoulder as his other one skimmed lightly down your right to cup the hand holding the darts, your were about to push this new chancer away, tell him you weren't interested and actually leave the bar this time when his gently uttered instructions on how to hold the dart and move your arm distracted you enough for his next words to somehow reset your entire mood and grant him a temporary opening.

"I know, Baby. I'm right here, breathe."

Relaxing back against his strong chest now despite your better judgment and allowing him to guide your body through the movements, the dart leaving your hand and lodging itself perfectly in the bull's eye, followed by two more after that, had you questioning this new turn of events and the stranger responsible for pulling it all off. Only he wasn't a stranger at all. Not really.

Releasing yourself from his embrace just long enough to return to the dartboard and pull the darts free from the center circle like always, turning around to see who you would now have to fend off, your movements and words failed you however when your eyes locked on the vision before you. For this really was someone the whole world recognised.

Short haired, flannel wearing, blue eyed and totally buff in all the places that turned you on, him walking forward to meet you now had the whole bar silently watching what happened next given that Hawkeye had left wherever it was he resided these days to spend some time amongst the normal, everyday rabble . . . and you in particular it seemed.

Placing his hands on your shoulders again and winking at you discreetly to hold your attention, he then bent forwards and rested his lips gently against yours before pulling back and speaking just loud enough for all those present to get an understanding of the image he wanted to convey. "Sorry I'm late baby, work ran a little longer than planned but I'm here now. Are you ready for me to take you home?"

Slotting yourself into this scene now and nodding your head enough for him to notice since you didn't think your voice would actually work in this situation, Clint next walked you back towards your bar stool, held up your jacket for you to slip into and then placing his hand around your waist, led you from the bar and out onto the street where the lack of people and cool night-time air broke his spell and somehow sobered you up just enough to have you turning away from him swiftly and spewing the contents of your night's activities onto the sidewalk. But at least you now felt so much better and clear headed. That is until you straightened back up to find Clint still standing where you'd left him with a concerned look on his face. It seemed you now had to finish off your night by dealing with this hero.

Wiping off your mouth now with a stray piece of tissue and dumping it then into the nearest rubbish bin, you now took in some much welcome breaths before returning to stand in front of the avenger and bracing yourself for what lay ahead. Introducing yourself and thanking him for his assistance, you next pulled out your phone to ring for a cab only to be struck mute and incredulous once again when his hand reached out to yours, snatched the phone from it and spoke once more. "Baby forgive me, but my conscience cannot allow me to have you take a cab home alone in this condition. May I?" he asked before giving you the once over and pointing you in the direction of what you could only assume happened to be his truck.

Looking now between it, him and your confiscated phone as well as the alcohol you had just deposited onto the sidewalk, you contemplated turning down his offer but figured when a slight thrumming made itself known between your ears that you didn't have much of a choice. After all being an avenger he probably was your safest option home especially if this new annoyance turned out to be the mother of all hangovers you suspected it to be. So reluctantly, you accepted his gracious offer.

Wasting no time then when you nodded your agreement once more, Clint now took you gently by the arm and walked you to his truck before opening the passenger's door and helping you inside. Then buckling you in, he next walked over to the driver's side, situated himself behind the wheel and turned to face you before asking for your address so that he could fulfill his promise to see you home safely. Which it seemed is exactly what he did. Opening your eyes at last when the truck stopped moving beneath you and the release of the safety belt signaled the journey had ended, you admitted silently to being a little surprised at the ease at which you had let your guard down and allowed yourself to actually doze off in his presence. Then again he was an avenger so you figured your safety was all but guaranteed.

Sitting there a few seconds longer now as the sight of home and the cooling night air brought you back to thoughts of your warm waiting bed, you thanked Clint once more for rescuing you as he helped you from his truck and walked you the short distance to your door. However he still wasn't ready to leave your side. Watching your hand tremble slightly as the key and lock refused to connect, Clint then graciously mirrored his actions from the bar and guided your hand and key to the lock, turned it easily and led both of you inside. Turning on the light then and walking you carefully through your place, you would have, under normal circumstances, wondered how he knew his way around your home, but in this moment as he sat you on the chair inside the bedroom door and began removing your shoes all that mattered was the bed calling out to you and the sleep it so readily offered.

Remaining on the chair now while Clint gently continued by next removing all your clothes, you knew the alcohol was winning out however when he then placed you under the covers and your hand reached out to grasp his firmly before your tired and ragged words broke the silence all around you, "stay please. It's been a shitty twenty-four hours and I just wish I had someone to hold me." Shooting his eyes down to where your hands connected, they lingered there momentarily before then landing on your face to gauge just how serious you were. Too tired now it seemed to fully function, yet still not out of it enough to let go of his hand, Clint must have seen something in your features for as morning's light hit you once again his body laying atop the other side of the bed confirmed that last night's plea had won out.

Not that it mattered at this particular moment.

Easing out of bed carefully now so as not to wake it's other occupant, you smiled softly at the sight of the orange juice and painkillers, took them gratefully and then hurried off to the en suite to take care of what had woken you up before dealing with the sight that greeted you again on your arrival back into the bedroom. For it brought with it a panic that almost turned your body rigid as images of the night before sprang to life before your very eyes. For your memories revealed that sleep hadn't quite claimed you straight away as you had hoped.

Tucked up snugly under the covers after Clint agreed to your request, him resting atop those same covers to keep you company, like he remained when you woke up, had mixed with the alcohol still thrumming throughout your system to blow your defenses apart and lay bare all the pain the darts had failed to exorcise. Retelling it all in infinite detail the story of what had landed you at that bar, as well as all the useless and unworthy lovers that had paved the way, Clint reaching out his calloused fingers to wipe away your tears were nothing compared to the words that broke through your current misery and somehow brought you comfort.

"Baby don't waste another tear on those losers. If they can't appreciate the treasure before them, there are those of us only too willing to step in and treat you right. Rest now," he ordered gently then before placing his lips tenderly against yours as sleep finally claimed both of you.

Which brought you right back to how you had just woken up and all the questions your current predicament now flooded your mind with.

For starters, how were you going to talk yourself and your guest away from the information dump your inebriated state had divulged against your will the previous night? Added to that, how were you going to wake up the avenger before you and get him out of your house and your life? More importantly however, did you even want him out of your life?

Stopping up short on this question now as the preposterous notion that last night was anything other than a kind gesture on his part told you to let him go, your mind began to wander again however as your eyes landed on his still sleeping form and your legs now took control and walked you over to his side of the bed. Dropping to your knees then and really focusing on him now, your world suddenly spun wildly on its axis with the only thought that crystallized clear in your mind . . . you didn't want him to leave.

Taking in a silent breath after this revelation before reaching gently up to place your hand against his cheek, this close to him now you finally saw the difference between the legend and the man. For this was not Hawkeye. Oh sure, it looked like him and god knows what you had so far felt of his physique certainly confirmed his years of S.H.I.E.L.D. training, but laying before you now as sleep still held his vulnerable form, you suddenly realized was not the strapping avenger known for battling alien forces, leaping backwards off seriously tall buildings or surviving his wife and kids disappearing before his very eyes.

For he hadn't survived at all. Watching on your knees still, the lines now evident on his still handsome face and the painful memories that moved his body slightly through sleep told you he had simply buried the pain and did what was expected of him while leaving behind this shell that seemed, like you, to be longing for some sort of real physical and emotional connection. And perhaps that's what drew him to you at the bar and kept him with you last night. But where did that leave both of you now?

Rising from the floor on this thought now and turning to walk away to get dressed so as not to deal with this new lingering question, Clint opening his eyes and firmly grasping your hand, as yours had his the previous night, before pulling you down onto himself and the bed as his lips caressed yours, forced you to suddenly accept that this really was something you very much wanted. Last night sure it would have been the alcohol talking, but now as dawn's light peaked through the curtains and Clint whispered words of endearment you weren't really listening to, your body seemed to take you where your heart was willing to go. Even if it was only for this one precious time.

Pulling back first for air now and looking at this man who still lay fully clothed atop the covers, your hand came up to rest against his cheek again before speaking, "I'm not sure if guys ever get asked this but, are you sure this is what you want? I completely understand if you just wanna leave," you finished hesitantly though you could have heard a pin drop in the silence that followed. Allowing his actions to convey all the sentiment his currently occupied mouth seemed incapable of expressing, Clint continued to kiss and caress every inch of you instead until both of your lungs screamed out for air once more and the clothing imbalance between you finally became a bigger issue.

Reaching out to remove his shirt then while also pulling off his t-shirt to reveal his extraordinary physical form underneath, you were just about to carry on the same process with his jeans when a smirk from him had him leaping off the bed while a pout now spoiled your once graceful features. For it seemed this avenger still possessed a playful streak. Bending down to remove his socks as your eyes remained glued to every miniscule action, he next lifted his head ever so slightly to look at you through his lashes as his hands then began a slow sensual trail back up his legs which you now longed to squeeze and caress.

Scooting up the bed now and resting against the headboard, your fingers mirrored the same trip downwards however when his belt became undone and his hips began to wiggle themselves free of the constraining fabric that held his equipment. Never breaking eye contact then as his hands removed the jeans and boxers, Clint now straightening back up to find your hand resting against your core still held that mischievous smirk on his face when you finally realized he had strategically positioned his hands over his privates to keep you further in suspense. Not that this situation would last long however as it seemed both of you lacked the necessary patience to prolong this delightful form of torture.

Biting your lower lip now as your fingers began to stoke the embers growing within your pussy, the softest of moans leaving your lips had Clint cursing just under his breath as his hands now took on a mind of their own and began to pump life into his phallus as both of you encouraged each other towards release while remaining completely cut off from one another. Burying your fingers then within your pussy while your thumb played softly against your clit, your ragged breaths joining with Clint's as his hand moved faster along his member finally tipped both of you over the edge and as the avenger collapsed on the bed below your feet, both of you surrendered to your first orgasms before your laughter broke through the euphoria of what you had just done.

For it seemed upon discussion neither of you had ever done anything so uninhibited before. But at the same time it didn't seem to bother either of you. Instead picking his t-shirt back up off the floor and wiping his cum off his hand, Clint then crawled up the bed and nestled himself between your legs before reaching out to take your hand previously buried deep within your flower. Moving it towards his lips then as your head shook wildly with what he was about to do, you seriously wanted to reach out and hit him however as his laughter broke through the silence once more when his t-shirt now covered your fingers and proceeded to clean each of them off as well.

Discarding the soiled material then before kissing the back of your hand, Clint next moved farther up the bed until your chests met and nothing but a whisper was all that was needed now for you to hear his answer to your long ago statement about setting him free. "Of course I want this baby and I'm not going anywhere. Now let me show you the joys of someone totally devoted to nobody but you," he continued as his thumb now wiped away a tear again while your gently uttered yes had him burying his lips against yours before he moved both of your bodies down the bed so as to make you more comfortable before he finally laid claim to everything that made you you.

And that's exactly what he did up until the point where a single lucid moment had you wondering what you had done and what on earth you had allowed to happen. For there was no going back from this it seemed. Filling yourself with alcohol and releasing all your anger for your ex and those that had gone before had irreparably weakened your defenses and now that Clint had gotten through he had you right where he wanted you . . . ready and willing it seemed to let him in and fall in a way you swore you never would. But surely there had to be some hope left to you. Some moment that would enable you to close your heart once more and protect yourself from the pain that would now inevitably come when you were once again tossed aside for someone taller, prettier or simply more alluring than you.

Finding such a moment somehow between Clint's all encompassing attention and devotion to assess your options, you had to admit defeat however when the reality of his prowess finally hit you. You were well and truly lost. Oh sure, you wanted to fight back. To scream and rage and push him off you. But not for the reasons one might suspect considering how this encounter had actually started or all the secrets you were still not privy to. After all, you did consent to this. No, as the head of his cock rested now just inside your entrance, what hurts so much in this moment was the intimacy of his actions. The softest of kisses pressed too tenderly against your fevered skin. The feel of his fingers skimming lightly over every patch of flesh they touch as if mapping out a trail to each body part they came in contact with. The just there weight of his body against yours. Strong yet light at the same time as his elbows kept his weight from crushing you completely.

And stealing a moment now to gaze into his eyes as your foreheads rested against each other, you know he feels it too. The connection that somehow goes so much deeper than that of flesh and blood and bone and penetrates the soul until each of you will recognize the other no matter what lies beyond this life . . . and the realization is beyond frightening. At least until Clint distracts you with his movements and your body begins to register a whole new set of feelings and sensations instead.

Dragging his member in and out of you slowly while his balls rested against your ass and his pubic bone set you clit on fire as if he was determined to carve out a spot for his shaft inside your pussy, you tried to control your breathing as he continued to gaze deep into your eyes while his lips caressed yours on every second or third thrust, but it seemed you would have to try something else to get him to give you what you really desired most. "Clint, please," you begged through tears and desperation as his hands now stretched towards yours and both of your fingers twined together in an embrace as old as any in existence. Both of you now couldn't get any closer . . . or so you thought.

"I know, Baby. I'm right here, breathe," Clint now repeated in answer to your plea as his hips no longer moved against you, though his cock somehow twitched within you making you feel more connected to another human being than you had ever felt before. Which was shockingly overwhelming. But still it was nothing compared to what the archer got up to next. Gazing up into his blue eyes that sparked fantastically with unshed tears, his lips devouring yours in tender kisses proved an interesting contrast to the filthy words that now left his mouth as you broke apart again to take in some much needed air. "Come on now baby, squeeze my shaft. Let me feel those silky walls clamp down and suck the life from me in a way that joins us body and soul forevermore."

Following through on his request as if you suddenly had no will of your own, one final thrust from him as your walls obeyed his very command found you and Clint moaning into each other's mouths as his release triggered your own and one orgasm blended with another over and over again until the former avenger collapsed atop you totally spent.

Returning to the world again some time later then to find yourself now stretched out atop his powerful frame, Clint's shaft still buried deep within you would not have been enough to hold you but it seemed he suspected as much as his arms also wrapped around you and held you close as his sleeping chest gently rose and fell beneath your own.

Reaching out gingerly once more to caress his face and relish this moment a little longer, your hopes of not waking him shattered just as easily however as the illusion that this could last forever when the man who made you feel like the center of existence opened his eyes and smiled at you as if the very sun itself rose and fell within your eyes. "Hey there baby, ready for another round?" he asked sleepily as his cock stirring once more within you brought your own longings back into sharp focus . . . as well as all your insecurities.

"I'm good, Clint. Besides it's not like this was ever going to be some permanent thing. You have people you need to save and I have a life I should probably get back to," you reminded him as you now tried to worm your way out of his arms and off his cock. But he wasn't having any of it. Pulling you closer now, though you still couldn't see how such a thing was even remotely possible, his lips capturing yours once more as his hips began to thrust back into you told you much more than his words ever could . . . he was not prepared to let you go.

Using his considerable skills and assets now to work you towards another orgasm, holding you on the edge just long enough however to have you whining above him brought him more satisfaction than he ever thought possible, but apparently he wanted more. "Agree to be mine baby. Promise yourself to me and from here on out love, contentment and some of the best sex in the world is all either of us will ever know," he uttered by your ear as a nibbling and sucking sensation along your neck told you that his claiming of you was ramping up another notch.

Laughing at his presumptuousness while pulling back and looking at him now through blissed out euphoria as he lifted your hips off his erection to the point where only the head of his shaft connected both of you again, you tried to fight the feelings he had awoken within you but failed miserably when your resolve was finally shattered by the softest murmured yes to ever leave your lips. Rejoicing in his victory then as his own gleeful squeals joined your own, Clint next set about spending the rest of the morning finding new ways to erase all the hurt you had ever felt while simultaneously reminding himself that he too was not yet beyond love's redeeming light.

[catindabag]

TBOSAS on Crack short take (15)

*The time when the 24 OG Mentors played the “Bring something forbidden to school” game*

Festus: As your ✨Class Representative✨ and the best player of this game, please present your “Forbidden Goods” to the class!

Palmyra: *Raises her hand* Let me start, Fest! You guys will like this! I swear!

Festus: Fire away, Palm!☺️

Palmyra: *pulls out an expired bottle of Nutella* I brought my mother’s secret stash of chocolate spread!

Lysistrata: Is it safe to consume?

Palmyra: Yup! I even saw her eating it yesterday!

Lysistrata: Fascinating! Let me see! *grabs the bottle* It says here that this product was made in 2012.

Festus: 2012?! That was centuries ago!

Clemensia: WTH, Palm! That’s basically poison!😱

Gaius: Does your mother secretly have a death wish?!

Palmyra: Who wants to go next?🙂

Pup: Me! *pulls out a bloody sword* I present you my great great grandfather’s saber!

Juno: Why is there fresh blood on that thing, Pup?!

Apollo: *suddenly licks the sword* Calm down. It’s just ketchup.

Pup: It’s not ketchup.

Diana: Ew! Why did you lick that, bro?! I’m telling mom!

Clemensia: I’m next! *Pulls out the last copy of the 2004 movie: White Chicks* I present you my father’s favorite banned movie!

Livia: Clemmie, you witch! How did YOU get that?!

Sejanus: That was banned ages ago!

Arachne: I’m so jealous!

Coryo: Now that’s really illegal!

Juno: Felix Ravinstill, you better not tell your granduncle about this!

Felix: But-

Juno: Don’t you dare tell the President!

Felix: Why not? My crazy granduncle likes White Chicks.

Coryo: Then why did our government banned it?

Felix: Because it featured Vanessa Carlton’s iconic ✨A Thousand Miles✨ song.

Coryo: And that song is illegal?

Felix: To be fair, any song that’s not praising Panem or the Capitol is automatically banned in my crazy family’s book.😞

Coryo: That’s rough, buddy.

Felix: But who cares! I still secretly love to watch White Chicks with my crazy granduncle.

Juno: Good. Because we are all gonna watch it later!🥳

Lysistrata: Me next! *pulls out 24 illegally manufactured morphling bottles* I stole these.🤫

Persephone: Bestie, you brought drugs?!

Coryo: Again. She brought drugs again.

Lysistrata: Yeah. My parents are doctors. I can get away with these.

Androcles: You better hide that from “You-Know-Who” or he’ll hunt you down and strangle you.

Lysistrata: Noted!😉 Coryo, you’re next!

Coryo: Ok. Don’t laugh. I traded 5 cabbages for these years ago.

Domitia: Just show it already!

Coryo: *Pulls out two very famous banned music albums from the 2020s* I present you the last copy of Taylor Swift’s Midnights Album!

Hilarius: What’s the other one?

Coryo: 1989.

Hilarius: Taylor’s Version?

Coryo: Taylor’s Version.

Hilarius: *starts screaming like a crazy fangirl* Coryo Snow, I love you!

Sejanus: Back off, Hilari! Coryo’s mine!

Vipsania: Where the heck did you get those, Snow?!

Felix: You beautiful gorgeous man, give those albums to me!

Festus: Coryo, my bro, I’ll feed you forever if you give them to me instead!

Io: Coryo, I’ll pay you two more cabbages!

Livia: You lying thief! Where did you steal those treasures?!

Coryo: Black Market.

Dennis: I knew it! I knew my mama really does sell banned music albums for cabbages!

Hilarius: Yo, guys, you don’t have to fight. I brought a banned compatible CD player for this game. So let’s just listen to the songs together.

Coryo: Fine. Let’s listen to my favorite song first.

Sejanus: Snow on the Beach!

Felix: Can I be Lana Del Rey?🥺

Coryo: Sure. Whatever you want, Class Pres. *clicks the play button* Here we go.

Felix: Yey!

Everyone: *skips to the chorus, and sings like no tomorrow* 🎶And it's like SNOW at the beach, Weird but f*ckin' beautiful, Flying in a dream, stars by the pocketful-🎶

Sejanus: Wait! Stop! I haven’t shown mine yet!

Florus: Fine! The stage is yours, Plinth. *clicks to pause*

Sejanus: *pulls out a whole ass body bag from the corner and opens it* This is Marcus! My classmate and friend from District 2!

Livia: What the actual fu-

Sejanus: Say hello, Marcus!☺️

Marcus: *bored AF* Hi, I’m Marcus.

Festus: You freaking brought your Tribute to school?!

Sejanus: To be fair, you said something forbidden.

Domitia: SOME. THING. Not Someone!

Coryo: Not again!

Urban: We’re all getting a demerit from Sejanus Plinth’s stunt!😫

Iphigenia: Or expelled!😭

Arachne: You idiot Plinth!😡🔪

Marcus: Where’s the food?

Livia: *faints from the shock*

Everyone:. . .

Marcus:. . .

Coryo: So should we continue?

Dennis: Yeah. Sure. Why not.

Coryo: Festus, play the song!

Festus: Got it! *clicks to play*

Everyone+Marcus: *nervously starts singing again* 🎶You wanting me tonight feels impossible, But it's comin' down, no sound, it's all around, Like ✨SNOW✨ on the beach, Like ✨SNOW✨ on the beach, Like ✨SNOW✨ on the beach, Like ✨SNOW✨, oh, oh oh🎶

*Drunk!Casca Highbottom lurking in the shadows (again)*

Drunk!Casca: *Sees Marcus inside the classroom* I swear, Sickle! I swear that there were only 24 Mentors in that room! Not 25!

Prof.Sickle: 24 again. Livia Cardew just fainted.

[svt-yexi]

Hi! I can’t remember if you’ve ever done something like this before but for the next scenario about yexi’s relationships with the member what about something about how each member reacts when someone is flirting with yexi? And/or how they react when she does a sexy concept whether that’s a solo stage or for a photo shoot? Also wanted to let you know I love yexi and your writing! 💜

Glimpse: How the members handle someone flirting with Yexi

Seungcheol - any guy attempting to flirt with Yexi must be stopped. Any guy must keep a 6ft distance and not even think about putting their grimey hands on her. No one will ever be good enough for her and he doesn't trust anyone with a dick around Yexi (obv members are the exception) and so help any man that ever makes her uncomfortable. Idol image or not he'll throw hands.

Jeonghan - He's just drafting his 'if you hurt her' speech. He knows that if any guy is able to handle the rest of his members plus Yexi then he will have the ability to shine in his best role to date. He may not be the strongest but his ability to be devious and plan is something to be scared of.

Joshua - He watches with a fond smile when she looks like she's enjoying herself. He knows that the fact that she's surrounded by boy members all the time it makes it difficult for guys to have the confidence to approach her. He's fine with it as long as she stays smiling.

Jun - that is his baby. Even when she's in her 70s she'll be too young to date on his eyes. No guy will ever be good enough, even a fellow member. He will try to keep her attention on him rather than whatever cootie covered boy tries to shoot his shot. He knows that it's important to her that he approves of whoever she decides to date and has admitted that he will never approve. She is his baby and he will keep her safe and protected from any (possibly) mean boys.

Hoshi - He will stand and send them tiger glares. If the dude doesn't like tigers, he's out. He tells her that you can't trust a guy who doesn't like tigers. He may be a basket case sometimes but he doesn't fuck around when it comes to Yexi. He tries to intimate any guys just by glaring and with his 10:10 eyes it. Works well.

Wonwoo - he's neutral as long as the guy respects her, but if she ever says no and the guy doesn't listen he's ready to swoop in and give him the iciest glare he can conjur.

Woozi - Secretly he's tried to set her up before. He understands thst the other members are over protective and she deserves love.

Minghao - He wants to let her flourish much to the older members dismay. He roots her on as long as she's happy. Like Wonwoo he will give space but at any point if she looks uncomfortable he's swooping in.

DK - He just wants her happy. As long as they treat her well he doesn't care. He tries to give her privacy in that area.

Mingyu - He's just as bad as Cheol and Jun but he gets mopey. Anyone who steals his best friends attention is a threat in his book. He already had to share her with his members and her other friends and he doesn't wanna share with any more people. He usually will find an excuse to insert himself into the situation or find a way to pull her away.

Seungkwan - if it's someone in the industry he automatically starts messaging anyone that might know them to get any and all info on the guy. He protects from the sidelines and he will be very vocal if he thinks the dude is a waste of time.

Vernon - He doesn't care. Like some of the others as long as she's happy go for it.

Chan - No one is good enough for his Noona. He will straight up ask them what their intentions are. Boy gives no fucks.

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[iri-scrublord]

Fresh Season 2 Weapon Review

Once again, I'm putting my faith in the automatic cut. If it doesn't show up for you guys, god help you. Or press the...what is it? J key? K key? One of those skips to the next post.

Below there be thoughts on the weapons that came out.

The Whale In The Room

There're less weapons each time one of these damn seasons comes out. The first season of each era bans a bunch of the old weapons as they figure out the balance with the new stuff. That's fine, there was still a ton of stuff to go through. The second season of the De-Recall era introduced 13 weapons.

The third introduced twelve. The fourth introduced eleven. Ten. Nine. Eleven. And this new one coming up has eight.

Squidforce is losing steam. If I've said it before, I'll say it again. They're a bunch of boomers and need to go. Get some fresh minds in there. Like me. I'll run the damn league I don't give a damn, you think I don't know my way around weapon and stage logistics? Hell, maybe I'll even allow all of the idols I sponsor to, I don't know, participate in the damn sport.

I'm not going to rant again about accessibility, I did that last time. But it's a damn sin that Big Man has to sit there, on a podcast, and wax poetic about turf and ranked - sorry, anarchy - and the only time he gets to hold the fuckin' weapons is when he's working his second job at war because Grizz doesn't give a shit about regulations (Thank Squod).

Anyway. #DownWithSF.

TL;DRs in the tags.

Deco's .52 Gal (w/ Curling Bomb and Splattercolor Screen)

I'm trying a new formatting thing with the titles. It's going to be a little less consistent with what people actually call the weapons, but I want to highlight the developers of the kits a little more. There's a lot of work that goes into making even the worst kits, and it's not fair to the engineers at each company not to shout out who made them.

I've already given my view on the Splattercolor Screen last time, so I'm not going to go on and on about it. They did rework it, but barely. Still gives you damn achromatopsia, but...I dunno, it's not as bad as before. Dialed it back, I guess. Blegh.

The weapon itself...? I mean it's fine? The .52 didn't really need a tool for getting in like the Curling Bomb, it's got healthy ink spread and decent range. Curling Bomb is usually best on weapons that either have trouble inking or short range.

Course, that's me trying to be impartial. If you want to know my bias, I love curling bombs because it's so much fun to splat people with them. It's almost as embarrassing as dying to a Sprinkler.

That's besides the point though. If I'm going to be forced to think about the synergy with...that thing...I guess it provides pretty good area denial. The .52 is a scary enough weapon that it can take out opponents at a safe distance, and anyone heading through the screen is going to be at even more of a disadvantage than they normally would be going into neutral with it. The curling bombs don't add much, though.

Custom's E-Liter 4K and E-Liter 4K Scope (w/ Squid Beakon and Kraken Royale)

So. I've been one to rag on E-Liters in the past. Like literally last season, I ragged on them. And before grading this weapon, I'd like to retract some of my previous statements.

E-Liters are perfectly respectable weapons, capable of being played in skilled and interesting ways.

It's you saltlicks that just sit in the same damn place for five minutes doing sweet FA but looking down your sights that piss me the fuck off. Do you spend your free time watching paint dry? Do you put your meals in the microwave at low power just so you can watch that shit turn for thirty minutes? The hell are you doing playing this sport when you could pick up the well-respected and more-your-speed human game of FUCKING BACKGAMMON

Anyway. The actual weapon. Once again, freaky special, but I did try it. Don't say I never did anything for you guys. And...I like it. E-Liter at its base is a very solid support weapon. Even just seeing one on the other team is psy-ops, and as long as you can convince the enemy that you're a threat, you don't actually have to follow through on too much to keep them on their toes. Squid Beakons are great to mobilize your team, since you won't be on the front lines unless you're a Battle E-Liter (respect). And the Kraken works wonders to get people off of you. Just try and use it smart, don't chase people off into the wild blue and get caught with your pants down when it expires.

Custom's Explosher (w/ Splash Wall and Triple Splashdown)

Ahhh, Triple Splashdown. The noobkiller. Menace to turf, nigh inconsequential to ranked - sorry, anarchy.

I like this kit. Explosher has always had a lot of trouble keeping people off of it, and its base kit of Point Sensor and Ink Storm didn't really do much to help it. But this one's got a Splash Wall to give a bit of buffer (though you're going to need to stack some Ink Savers if you want to do anything after throwing one), and Triple Splashdown as a panic button.

I don't normally like panic buttons at the best of times, but this is a weapon that really needs one. Getting rushed down sucks as this thing, and having some tools to help with being harrassed by Splooshes and the like really helped it out.

Dolphin's Dread Wringer (w/ Squid Beakon and Wave Breaker)

I don't like Squid Beakons quite as much on this guy. The Wave Breaker works nicely with such a slow but terrifying weapon. I love Wave Breakers on any kind of mid-to-long range slosher that can take advantage of tags over walls. So...most of them. But Squid Beakon?

I mean this thing isn't going to be on the front lines all the time, sure, and it never hurts to have beakons on the team, but...I don't know, I feel like if the team tried a little harder, Dolphin could have found something better for it. Hell, Dolphin makes Sprinklers, right? I would have taken a Sprinkler over Beakons to make for even more consistent specials.

Eh, I dunno. The Wave Breaker's nice.

Foil's Flingza Roller (w/ Suction Bomb and Splattercolor Screen)

I love the finish on this thing. The Flingza Roller to begin with is one of my favourite weapons to look at. Weird, rustic, industrial. The folding mechanism needs constant upkeep, sure, with a roller whose entire gimmick revolves around the flick, that's only natural, but it's so simple yet so great. And the navy blue finish is just, chef's kiss, y'know?

And yeah, another Splattercolor Screen, you knew they were coming.

...

Okay, I'm stalling a little. I freaking love this weapon. I loved the original Flingza, and as much as I wanted to hate this thing because of its special, I don't. I really don't. Suction Bombs just feel so good to make people scatter like minnows. And until Dynamo stops sucking major ass, this is the closest we're going to have to a long range roller. With Suction and Screen, this thing excels at flushing people out and following through. And I HATE that I think that because I still fucking hate the Screen.

Deco's Glooga Dualies (w/ Point Sensor and Trizooka)

First off, absolutely love the finish. Striking. They look like power tools.

But other than that? I dunno, they're...good. They're good. Tagging is always nice, though I kind of wish that they had the dart instead. More weapons need that thing, and I think it's neat. I could probably fit a dart onto Gloogas if I really wanted to, though I'm not sure I'd be able to make it league legal (#DownWithSF).

But I'm digressing. Going into a fantasyland where I get to make my own kits for league.

There's just not much exciting or standout about it, y'know? Tag someone, take 'em out. Tag someone, take 'em out. Gloogas are a pretty terrifying weapon as they are, and this is just a way more aggressive kit. But it's not like....burst bomb aggressive.

...Or line marker - sorry, Angle Shooter aggressive. (Nouveau I swear to god please change the name)

Shelly and Donny's Nautilus '79 (w/ Suction Bomb and Triple Splashdown)

What a gorgeous weapon. The gold-rimmed finish? God. Sheldon knows how to make 'em. Or, I should say, not Sheldon. I happen to know that this one was designed and manufactured by Shelly and Donny, the little guys that run the stores in Inkopolis. They look pretty young (I haven't asked ages) but for their first crack at a weapon kit they did a pretty good job. Pick this weapon up if you can. Even if they're in the pocket of Squidforce, it's always good to support up-and-coming designers.

Beyond the looks, this thing is serviceable. (Sorry, guys, but I'm not going to mince words just because you're new. Feedback is feedback, and if you only get gilded phrases you'll never grow!) Suction Bomb and Triple Splashdown is an alright combo, respectable, though I get the inkling that the two of them had Squidforce breathing down their neck trying to make them include one of the new specials in this thing. I haven't gotten a Splashdown dev kit yet, so I don't know how actually hard it is to work with, so I'm gonna give them the benefit of the doubt and say that they did the best they could under the circumstances.

Dolphin's New Squiffer (w/ Autobomb and Zipcaster)

Fuck you guys they put a fun weapon in the game.

I don't care if it fucking sucks or is the best thing on the planet it's fucking fun okay

We can have a fun weapon every so fucking often as a treat

Custom's Douser Dualies FF (w/ Ink Mine and Killer Wail 5.1)

Alright, on to the brand new weapons they introduced. The meat of it.

That is to say the fucking pair of them come the FUCK ON-

These guys are interesting. Love the firehose inspiration, Custom's really been coming out lately. Three new kits (The E-Liter and Scope count as one) and a brand new weapon in a single season? Jeez, guys, slow down!

As for effectiveness, I like the special on them. They're pretty long range as it is, but they've got a damn slow kill time if they don't roll, and if they roll, they don't have the damn long range anymore. So the Wail really helps them out.

I think if I had to use a word t describe the Dousers it'd be 'underestimated'. That's probably going to wear off the more we see them, and understand how they work, but they just don't look like they should have the range that they do. Those hydraulic pumps do wonders man, what I wouldn't give for a three month internship at Custom. Custom's weapon department. I don't want to be stuck making actual fucking power tools.

Sub's a wash.

Sorella's Recycled Brella 24 Mk I (ft. Ammo Knights) (w/ Angle Shooter and Big Bubbler)

So you might be looking at the name and going "oh damn that's familiar"

And you might look at the aesthetic of it and go "Oh damn that's familiar"

And I kind of gave the game away by putting it in the heading but...yeah! This is a collaborative weapon between Sorella and Ammo Knights! Sheldon's never actually had the opportunity to make a brella before this, because Sorella's got a patent down on the damn things. Same reason I haven't been able to make any either. (Same reason they're all kinda dogshit tbh)

But they actually opened up the golden gates for a bit to let someone else in! And it's my man Sheldon! How did he do??

....Bad. Sheldon did bad.

Or, more accurately, I think Sorella did bad. I can see Sheldon's character in here. He always makes weird and interesting weapons with cool catches to them. This one's definitely the power in the shaft, and the fast-launching canopy. The aesthetics are so fucking good, too, I love what he did with it.

But I can feel Sorella's influence creeping over this thing like black fucking sludge. It's slow, the canopy's a joke, and what is that KIT? Big Bubbler??? On this???? Are you fucking joking?????

I'm so sorry they had to do you like this Sheldon I'm so fucking sorry

And that's Fresh Season 2. Done literally what, two hours before Sizzle Season 2 comes out.

I'm going to try and get that review done in time before the last minute, I promise, just...I dunno. Had a weird bit in the middle of the season where I just kinda. Existed, for a bit.

Side note, anybody get that? Like, two weeks in or something, you just got this striking sense of ennui, like your thoughts all just vanished for a couple of days? I talked to a few guys and they felt the same thing around the same time. Promise this isn't a race thing, but octos got hit especially hard. Hope you're all okay.

Take care of yourselves, guys. Burnout's real.

[panda-writes-kpop]

Monster Hunter! Reader x Minstrel! Siyeon - Toss A Coin

A/N: Hi guys, girls, and non-binary pearls! Hope you all are well! 😌 made this for my favorite Siyeon simps <3 @foolish-sparrow @neon-city-dreams and the fact that I watched The Witcher on Netflix with my family.

TW: Alcohol, blood, weaponry (knives), lots of mutual teasing and flirting, open ending(?)

Summary: A fateful meeting leads you to the flirtatious Siyeon, who manages to melt your cold heart. Luckily, she's been looking for someone who likes a bit of banter and who will withstand her teasing.

♡ Masterlist ♡

As far as Siyeon was considered, her small bar-side minstrel gig had all the perks she needed: free drinks and food, paying customers, and lots and lots of pretty people to please.

Siyeon takes another sip of soju before wiping her lips and eyeing the guitar at her side. She's done no playing or singing tonight, yet she's earned a few rounds of drinks to enjoy along with some… interesting company.

The man next to her babbles on about some, to put it frankly, an unimportant topic that Siyeon will admit that she is not listening to. He attempted to put an arm around her, but after Siyeon expressed her disinterest, he immediately backed off and went back to the peaceful conversation.

"Hey, do you want to-"

Siyeon holds out a hand to shush the man next to her.

"Sorry, I have a gig to perform for a bit. I have to earn those drinks, you know?"

Siyeon sends a wink and warm smile to him, and once the man turns to the bartender, the smile comes clean off of her face. She grabs the guitar and strums a few strings while humming a simple tune. A cheer comes from a nearby table, and a genuine smile appears on Siyeon's face.

Siyeon stands up, and she feels more eyes settle on her. Even after this, the nerves fade away in the wake of the adrenaline. A loud laugh comes from her soft lips before she jumps onto a tabletop nearby.

More cheers and jeers erupt as Siyeon lets herself go. This is her element, and a makeshift stage is where she belongs.

Playing the guitar becomes automatic as the lyrics that she wrote just flow from her mouth. The rush, the high, and the way that she feels right now are something that cannot be replaced, not ever.

No romance will ever compare to the feeling that she has when she's doing what she loves. Not one person could ever give her the same desire to chase after that high time after time.

The thoughts race by like a stampede of frantic cattle as Siyeon finishes performing the last song. Everyone cheers, just like always. People reach out and congratulate her, just like always.

Not like always, she notes, that there is one person in the tavern who isn't cheering or congratulating her. They're not even making eye contact with her, yet Siyeon is intrigued by them. She's had her fair share of tomatoes and hecklers, but complete disinterest is something foreign to Siyeon.

Nothing is stopping her from turning away from that person and forgetting them as she parties the night away with her supporters, yet she wants to know who they are, and more importantly, why they would turn away from her?

Siyeon grabs a pair of drinks that are offered in the sea of people coming towards her, and she waves away or ignores the rest of them.

Something tells her that this person, whoever they are, will finally end the chase that she's been pursuing from such a young age.

~

Why can't I walk into a normal tavern?

You clean your bloodied knife with a towel that a hesitant bartender handed to you. After ordering the cheapest whiskey on the menu, you throw some spare coins on the table before taking a load off in the back corner of the tavern.

Luckily for you, the many scars and weapons lining your body makes you very unapproachable to most, and you appreciate that you get to be left alone for once.

The bounty was good money, especially for one on a werewolf. Usually, werewolves ended up being on the low end of bounties, but this one had a pretty penny on its end.

Unfortunately for you, the reason why that bounty was so high could be seen with the deep cut on your shoulder. You had cleaned and bandaged the weapon, but you were too lazy to change shirts. The ripped, tattered shirt could survive at least one or two more bounties, you figured. Your usual tailor was out of town as well, so you didn't have much of a choice in the matter as well.

JiU didn't ask about where the money came from or why your clothing was consistently covered in blood, but she made clothes that fit you well. You paid well, so there was no reason for her to ask questions in the first place.

You look up from your knife as a barmaid approaches your table with a sweet smile on her face. Once she spots the weapon in your hand, the smile on her face disappears.

"Here'syourdrink!" She squeaks out before setting the drink down, grabbing the coins, and quickly running away from you.

You chuckle before downing the small glass of whiskey. You like the way it burns as it travels down your throat since it distracts from the pain in your shoulder.

You like the quiet atmosphere that this tavern appears to have. It has a certain buzz that comes naturally to social gathering places, but no one was being too loud.

Well, that's how it was supposed to be, until a black-haired woman jumped onto a nearby table. With a guitar in hand, the bar begins to cheer as you roll your eyes.

Another drunken buffoon trying to get some coin without using any actual skills.

You notice that you're gripping the knife a little too tightly, so you quickly place it back with the rest of your knives before glancing over to the woman again.

She's started to sing, and her voice would sound angelic and perfect if you cared to hear what she was singing about.

You were busy and had things to do. You wanted one peaceful night with a few drinks to drown your pain in. Was that too much to ask for?

You just grumble to yourself until that annoying woman shuts her mouth, and of course, that is when the whole tavern erupts with laughter, cheering, and lots of loud talking.

You deeply sigh before playing with the bloody cloth in your hand.

Maybe this will continue to keep people away from me.

Everyone turns to congratulate and sweet talk the female minstrel, and you really couldn't care until you feel her eyes on you.

You've had a keen sense of when you're being watched as it's saved your ass on multiple occasions. Her eyes are no different, but they aren't predatory or in anger.

It's a look of curiosity, to put it simply. She's curious about you for God-knows-what reason, but you don't want to explore that cesspool of emotions and late night talking tonight.

One drink was enough for tonight, you reasoned with yourself. That's why you tried to leave, but you were trapped by the crowd that was just dying to see that stupid minstrel.

Well, isn't this just great!

~

"Hey~" Siyeon saddles up to the stranger's side while ignoring their clear-as-day unamused facial expression.

"Not interested in harlots." They grumble, which causes Siyeon to scoff.

"I am not a harlot! I have as much class as it takes to get me through the day."

"Yeah, it shows."

They try to push past Siyeon, but she won't let it happen.

Why won't you let me talk to you? Are you scared of what might happen… perhaps you'll fall in love with me?

"I'll pay for a drink if you'll sit and chat with me, even if for a moment," Siyeon begs before grabbing their arm.

The stranger cocks their eyebrow before sighing deeply.

"I like whiskey." They mutter before taking a seat at a nearby booth.

"What kind? There's lot to choose from, like-"

"The stronger, the better."

"Okay then…" Siyeon awkwardly stares off to the side before waving a barmaid over. "Two drinks, if you would. Whiskey for them, soju for me."

The barmaid nods before scurrying off, and Siyeon hears you scoff while relaxing into the cushion of the booth.

"She ran away because she was scared of me."

Siyeon curiously glances at you before shaking your head.

"I'm sure that's not the-"

You carelessly toss a knife on the table, which causes Siyeon to jump back in her seat.

"See? You're scared too."

"No, it's not like that-"

"You don't need to lie to me." For once, the intriguing stranger's eyes soften before becoming firm once again. "I can handle the truth, given what I do for a living."

"What do you do?"

"I'm a monster hunter. A better one, if I may say, since I'm not dead yet."

Siyeon tries her best not to snort while laughing.

"You amuse me…" She trails off while trying to catch your name.

"Yeah, you're not getting a name out of me, Siyeon."

"Yah! You know my name. That's not fair." A slight whine comes from her lips, and a slight smile appears on yours as Siyeon tries not to pout.

"Okay, okay… Y/N. That's my name, don't abuse it."

"Y/N, huh…" She repeats the name.

I like the way it rolls off of my tongue.

"What, you don't like it?" You tease as Siyeon sighs.

"No, I think it fits you."

"I sure hope it does, you know, since it's my name and all."

Siyeon laughs again.

"I like your sense of humor."

"Really? People think I can be dry at times… I'm glad to have your words to prove them wrong." They say as the barmaid quickly walks over.

She drops off Siyeon's order before moving to another table.

"Shall we drink?" Siyeon grabs her glass before sliding yours to you.

"Eh, why not?"

~

"You're going, Y/N? Is it your bedtime already?" Siyeon's comment annoys you, but her teasing isn't completely unwanted.

"No, I just have more important things to be doing, like not talking with you "

"Ouch, Y/N. Oh, how you wound me!" Siyeon dramatically places a hand over her heart, and you scoff before sliding out of the booth.

"Get used to it. I either stab people with my knives or my words. If I were you, I'd accept the rudeness." You calmly say as she stiffens up.

"You were going to stab me?"

"It depended on what you were going to try." You admit as Siyeon gasps.

"For the last time, I am not a harlot-"

"That's not what I meant, Siyeon, and I think you know that." You grumble.

"Oh, then what was on your mind, then? It probably was me~"

You feel your face heat up, but you refuse to give this flirt the satisfaction of knowing that her teasing and overall warmth melt your cold exterior.

"That's not… the case. Not at all. I think you're just fine."

"Lots of people think I'm fine. You'll have to say a more creative compliment if you want to capture my heart, my dear Y/N~"

"Is your head always so far up your ass, or am I getting to see a special side of the infamous Siyeon?" You joke as Siyeon tries to not spit out her drink.

"Infamous? Me?"

"Don't play coy with me, you flirtatious minx." You blatantly say. "I know all about you. I've heard stories from the tailor in town, along with a few of my monster-hunting friends. You've got a reputation that you… know how to play people as easily as you play that guitar."

"Why's that so important to you?" Siyeon softly asks, and you shake your head.

"I… hate to admit it, but I need your help. You're much more charming and beloved than I am. There's this person that I need information out of… but they are extremely hard to get a hold of. Luckily for me, she responds well to beautiful women."

"You think I'm beautiful?"

"...Besides the point, but yes, I do."

"What's her name, and where do I need to meet you?"

"Wait, you want to do th-"

Siyeon interrupts you by placing a hand on yours.

"There's something different about you. I knew it when I laid my eyes on you."

"Oh Siyeon, you say that to everyone."

"You're not everyone, though, and that's what makes you so great." She offers you a warm smile, and you don't think that you can fall any further for her charms. "Once again, I will ask you for her name, and where I need to meet you."

"Sana…. And we should meet outside of this bar in three days." You quickly say before pulling your hand away from hers.

"What about your clothing? You're not going when you look like that, right?"

"The tailor's out of town. What am I-"

"-I know someone who can help. JiU has an apprentice, you know?"

You cross your arms and stare at Siyeon curiously.

"Who would that be, exactly?"

~

Who did Siyeon send me to, and why does she look like a child?

The young tailor's youthful features and kind smile tell you that she has no idea who the fuck you are, and what you do.

So JiU hasn't told her anything… that's good.

"Excuse me, but you're JiU's apprentice, right?" You gently ask, and she excitedly nods.

"In the blood and flesh. You can call me Gahyeon because it's weird for people to call me JiU's apprentice. It feels too formal for what I do."

You nod in acknowledgment.

"I'll make note of it."

"So, what brings you to our humble store, then?"

"I need some new clothes."

"....What kind of clothes?"

You toss the torn shirt on the counter, and Gahyeon analyzes the shirt with horrified curiosity.

"Something that'll prevent this from happening again."

"Got it!" Gahyeon says as you throw a bag of money on the counter. "That's way more money than I need, you know."

"It's not just for the shirt."

"What do you mean?"

"Don't ask any more questions, and the money's yours."

"Oh, okay…" Gahyeon scoops up the money, and she heads to the back of the store. "It'll be done in a day or two!"

~

"Look what the cat dragged in…" Siyeon taunts you as you take a seat next to her at the bar. "How'd it go with Gahyeon?"

"She didn't ask many questions, so I would say that it went well."

"Really? Gahyeon usually doesn't shut up when I come in."

"To be fair, you're not exactly quiet either."

"I would be offended by that, but you're cute, so I guess I can let it go." Siyeon shrugs before sliding over a shot of whiskey. "I got you some whiskey. You're welcome, by the way."

"Wasn't going to say thank you anyway." You quickly take the shot before continuing to talk with Siyeon. "Can I have some rum?"

"Of course, anything for you." She winks, and you hide your embarrassment as she chuckles. "You're really cute, considering that you could easily kill me if you wanted to."

"Don't tempt me, Siyeon." You mutter as she hands the shot glass to the bartender.

"I'm surprised you came and sat with me at the bar. I thought you preferred sitting in the back."

"I did, but then someone came and changed me." You say as the bartender sets the shot of rum on the counter.

"Oh, and who would that be?"

"I'm not stroking your ego, Siyeon." You roll your eyes before drinking the rum.

"Aww, so it was me! I appreciate the sentiment." She smiles, and you shake your head.

"I know you tease me about acting differently than I look, but you're much nicer than I thought you would be." You shyly admit as Siyeon blushes.

"I'm honored that you think so highly of me, Y/N." Siyeon softly says.

"That sentiment goes both ways." You confirm, and Siyeon chuckles.

"So… you want to get out of here?" Siyeon asks, and your eyes widen. "No, no, I didn't mean it like that-"

"A midnight walk sounds fantastic. Maybe I can tell you about Sana, and you can tell me some more about yourself."

"If I didn't know you better, Y/N, I'd say you were trying to flirt with me." Siyeon chuckles to herself, but you're deadly serious.

"Maybe I am." You mutter under your breath.

"Ah-ha! You are so much different than you seem. I like this part of you, but honestly, I just like you, Y/N."

"I like you too, Siyeon. Much more than I ever should."

[waitmyturtles]

Moonlight Chicken first episode impressions.

1) I reblogged these already, but I want to point to the fantastic analyses by @respectthepetty (here) and @isaksbestpillow (here), offering tremendous background context out of the gate. Due to @respectthepetty‘s past analyses of Big Dragon, I was also able to pick up on a lot of the Chinese-Thai themes that Moonlight Chicken is pulling from. (I LOVE the theme of the show starting during the Mid-Autumn Festival and the continued gazing at the moon throughout the episode. Gah. Cuts me deep.)

2) Give me a GOOD, SLOW BURN to start a series -- HELL yes. Wen’s PACE of going through life. Moment by moment, gaze by gaze, sigh by sigh, ache by ache. His silent moments, thinking moments. He’s in pain, and his whole being radiates it, and we’ll take our time finding out what it is. Love this. (Jesus -- MIX. Come awn. Could he BE any better of an actor? A master of a slow burn.)

3) Seeing Jim’s house, the open market, the streets -- I’ve never been to Thailand, but there was something about these scenes that reminded me of strolling the streets in Malaysia and it was making my heart ache. The birds chirping while the guys were eating their bowls of jok in the morning. Reminded me of having soup noodles with my family in an open-air restaurant, during a bright, sunny, humid morning. I miss SE Asia.

4) Desperately love the juxtaposition of Jim’s traditional house with Wen’s modern furniture. Wen is going back in time, somehow, with Jim -- Wen is drawn to it. I will love seeing what uncovers in this.

5) I literally internally squealed KHAAAAAOOOOOOO when I first saw him. Those boots!

6) NAIL AND BAIL

7) I need that red Hungry? apron with the chicken in the pocket.

I LOVED this first episode. For whoever reads this place regularly, y’all know that I’m finishing Bad Buddy this week as well, so it’s just a Aof household at the moment (and tbh, I am really not knowledgeable about the famous directors in Thai dramas, like Aof or Jojo, I’m very much in a learning stage here -- but I clearly like his work). Watching Moonlight Chicken while I wrap up Bad Buddy -- it’s a scene here in my brain, a real scene. I’m a lucky gal to be watching both shows simultaneously. 

Maybe this is an Aof thing -- or maybe it’s just the magic of the actors that I’m watching -- but his shows extract an aching feeling of love and attraction between his main characters that I can’t describe in words. I felt it two nights ago when I watched episode 11 of Bad Buddy, when Pat is gazing at Pran as Pran sings at the beach bar. Those wordless looks. Magnificent acting and filming. I see it’s gonna be a thang here in Moonlight Chicken; I’m here for it.

The Khao Man Gai Appreciation Rating is at 🐔🐔🐔: top-notch chicken rice content. Ooooh baby, Uncle serves different kinds of chickennnn over his rice, the boiled chicken and fried chicken, yessssssss! 

I forgot to mention in my khao man gai gospel post that KMG/Hainan chicken rice is often served with a side of coagulated pig’s blood [CORRECTION EDIT BELOW], which is depicted at Jim’s diner. I actually have NOT had this on the regular -- my biggest familiarity with Hainan chicken rice is from Malaysia, where vendors are very often catering to a halal population. That’s not to say that you can’t find blood tofu in Malaysia, I just haven’t gone searching for it while eating nasi ayam over there. However, I’ve been automatically served the blood tofu in Queens, NY, where there’s a huge Thai population, so it just depends on where you go to eat it. 

[CORRECTION! The second episode reveals that Jim orders chicken blood from Gaipa’s chicken stall -- so it’s chicken blood that’s served with the KMG, not pig’s blood. My bad -- and this shows the extent of my knowledge here, as I never knew that chicken’s blood could be served as blood tofu, I thought it was only ever pork or beef blood tofu!]

[maypearlss]

𝐨𝐜 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : 𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐯𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐧

we've established that i love tommy, but logan might be my favorite of the original overconsumption lineup. i love scrawny, long-haired bisexual men, so i can't help if that gives him an automatic upper hand. he's got a lot of fun stuff going for him in the story, so i'm just super excited to get around to writing everything related to him! i don't even know if this is possible, but i hope you guys love him as much as i do!

every band starts somewhere. overconsumption starts with logan vaughn.

a man equal parts analytical and sentimental, logan is simultaneously the brain and heart behind overconsumption and it's music. the band has been his dream since he first picked up a pair of drumsticks, and he wants to make every day of being part of the group count. the only thing that beats his love for the band is his drive to make overconsumption the best it can be, but sometimes, that drive wears him down more than it's a help. but that can't be that big of an issue if you don't see it as one, and to logan, it all goes hand-in-hand with the rock 'n' roll business, a business he's trying to thrive in.

of course, being in a band with duke strickland as a frontman can get a bit testy. people like duke aren't the biggest fans of sharing success. but logan will have his time—in a bigger way than he thinks.

𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ⋆｡°✩

full name: logan jeremiah vaughn

age: 21 (1985)–tbd

birthday: october 2

pronouns: he/him

sexuality: bisexual

ethnicity: african-american

occupation: drummer for overconsumption

love interest(s): amelie aguirre

likes: tattoos, amelie, singing, metallica, motorcycling, beaches, tommy and may, pizza, summertime, ghost stories/legends

dislikes: failure, small spaces, sleeping on the job, drugs, mice, watching sports games, getting lost, bicycling

height: 6'

build: tall, thin

hair: long, brown locs

skin: dark brown

eyes: warm, dark brown

noticeable features: pierced ears, usually wears a pair of silver hoop earrings

𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ⋆｡°✩

⋆ let the music do the talking - aerosmith

⋆ good times bad times - led zeppelin

⋆ hit the lights - metallica

⋆ rock you like a hurricane - scorpions

⋆ dude (looks like a lady) - aerosmith

⋆ the four horsemen - metallica

⋆ rock and roll - led zeppelin

⋆ seek & destroy - metallica

⋆ for whom the bell tolls - metallica

⋆ sweet emotion - aerosmith

⋆ nobody's fault but mine - led zeppelin

⋆ fight fire with fire - metallica

⋆ heart's done time - aerosmith

⋆ whiplash - metallica

𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 ⋆｡°✩

his design/vibes were kinda recycled from an old side wip of mine that didn't even make it to the plotting stage (i like this version of him much better <3)

he grew up in montana before his family moved to california in middle school

a signature part of his look is a necklace he made with a shark tooth he finds while at the beach

he's the only member of the original overconsumption lineup that draws a strict line when it comes to drug use as a result of an incident that happened when he was younger with one of him and tommy's old school friends, diane

he's one of those guys that are pretty suave with the random people that they see every day but then gets nervous when their crush makes eye contact with them

the second babygirl of the nona incident!, folks! he's such a blast to write i swear, also him and amelie's relationship is one of my favorite things I LOVE THEM SO MUCH