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[rose24207]

Hi, I was wondering if you could write something for this ask please. You’re the social media manager and with Red Bull recently promoting yuki you’re trying to make Yuki comfortable and get h to film content. So yuki is attached to your hip basically and then other members of the grid have taken a liking to you. One day will filming content on the grid max was passing and saw how close you and yuki were and got jealous. At the same time Carlos came up and was trying to ask you out. You can write something about how jealous max confronts you.

Thank you 😊

"Problem?" "Not yet"

Summary: As Red Bull’s social media manager, you’ve become Yuki’s safe space—and now everyone on the grid wants your attention, including one very possessive Max Verstappen.

Max Verstappen x pr!reader

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You weren’t expecting to become Yuki’s emotional support human, but ever since Red Bull promoted him, that’s exactly what happened.

“I don’t want to film this alone,” Yuki said for the third time that day, arms crossed like a stubborn child as the videographer set up behind the hospitality tent.

You smiled, tugging your headset down around your neck. “You won’t be. I’ll stand just off-camera, alright?”

“Too far,” he grumbled.

You laughed, bumping your shoulder against his. “Then I’ll stand barely off-camera. Deal?”

Yuki looked up at you with those impossibly wide eyes. “Fine. But if I mess up, it’s your fault.”

You didn’t mind. In fact, over the last few races, Yuki had become like a little brother—always hovering near your desk, asking what kind of TikToks were trending, or stealing your snacks during media days. You chalked it up to the stress of the promotion. New team. New pressure. New expectations.

And maybe… the comfort of someone who never saw him as just a driver.

What you didn’t expect was how many of the other drivers suddenly noticed you.

You blamed the behind-the-scenes video that went viral last week—where Yuki refused to let go of your arm during an interview setup, and fans lost it over the way you patiently helped him adjust his mic.

Now your DMs were a minefield, and every other person in the paddock wanted to “film content” with you.

Including Carlos Sainz.

It was a sunny afternoon in Melbourne, just before qualifying. You were walking with Yuki through the paddock, prepping for a “Rate That Grid Fit” video. Yuki, as usual, was glued to your side, tossing sarcastic commentary your way while you adjusted your camera settings.

Then Carlos appeared.

“Hola, Y/N,” he said, flashing that annoyingly charming smile.

You blinked. “Hey, Carlos. Nice fit today—”

“Gracias,” he said smoothly, then turned to Yuki. “Mind if I steal her for a second?”

Yuki narrowed his eyes. “Yes.”

You snorted. “Yuki—”

“I don’t trust the William drivers,” he mumbled.

Carlos rolled his eyes. “I’m not trying to sabotage her.”

“Could’ve fooled me,” Yuki muttered, arms crossed.

Carlos ignored him and looked at you again, this time more serious. “Actually, I was wondering if you’d want to get dinner later tonight. After quali.”

You froze.

Yuki blinked up at you. “Dinner?”

You stared at Carlos. “Are you serious?”

He smiled again. “Completely.”

Before you could answer, a third voice cut in—low, flat, and laced with irritation.

“You’re pretty popular today, huh?”

You turned, heart jumping slightly.

Max Verstappen stood a few feet away, arms crossed, unreadable expression on his face.

Oh boy.

You hadn’t interacted much outside of race weekends and Red Bull content. Max was always professional, quiet, intense. But lately… something had shifted.

You’d caught him watching you a few times when you were with Yuki. Lingering glances. Sharp stares. Silent brooding from across the garage when you laughed too hard at one of Daniel’s jokes.

You raised an eyebrow. “We’re filming content, Max. Don’t start.”

“I’m not starting anything,” he said coolly, though his eyes flicked to where Carlos still stood—too close for Max’s liking.

Carlos lifted a brow. “Problem?”

“Not yet,” Max said flatly.

You exhaled, annoyed. “Okay. Testosterone break over. Carlos, I’ll get back to you. Max—Yuki and I have a shoot to finish.”

But Max didn’t move.

He just stared you down with those piercing blue eyes until the others slowly drifted off—Carlos with a wink and Yuki muttering something about “drama queens.”

Now it was just you and Max behind the media pen, the noise of the paddock muffled by the tent walls.

“What the hell was that?” you demanded.

His jaw flexed. “You tell me. You’re the one letting half the grid line up to flirt with you.”

“Letting?” you echoed, stepping closer. “I’m working, Max.”

“With Yuki hanging off your shoulder like a puppy?”

“He’s adjusting to a new team. I’m helping him feel comfortable. That’s my job.”

Max scoffed. “You do that with Carlos too? Over dinner?”

You stared at him, stunned. “You’re actually jealous.”

He didn’t answer.

Because he didn’t have to.

You saw it all over his face.

The clenched fists. The tightened jaw. The way his eyes dropped to your mouth when you spoke—hungry and frustrated, like he wanted to bite the words off your tongue.

“You don’t get to act like this,” you said quietly. “Not when you’ve never once made your feelings clear.”

“I didn’t think I had to,” he growled.

Your pulse spiked. “Well, you do. Because I’m not a mind-reader, Max. And if you’re going to stand there acting like I’ve wronged you somehow, you better say what you really mean.”

He stepped forward, crowding you until your back hit the tent post.

“I don’t like seeing other drivers touching you,” he said lowly.

“Then do something about it.”

There was a long pause.

Then—

He kissed you.

Hard.

One hand cupped your jaw, the other gripping your waist as he kissed you like he’d been holding back for months. You gasped against his mouth, your fingers curling into his shirt, and he groaned into the kiss like he was finally breathing again.

When he pulled back, his eyes were dark.

“I should’ve done that the first time I saw you,” he muttered.

You were breathless. “You’re lucky I don’t slap you for being an ass.”

“I’d deserve it,” he said with a smirk. “But then I’d kiss you again.”

You laughed, head spinning.

Max Verstappen. Jealous. Possessive. Hungry.

And apparently, very done with watching from a distance.

Thank you for reading!

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[ainawgsd]

Last show choir competition of the season. So far this one seems kinda unorganized. Anyway, I'm glad a second middle school is competing (they just signed up this week).

[mellowwillowy]

Yan! Boyfriend x GN Reader

—𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒓 - 𝑳𝑰𝒇𝑬 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒋𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 , NSFW

Yan! Boyfriend who you thought to be a golden retriever only to have him turn into a Doberman the moment you are away from him.

Yan! Boyfriend who is the "all 5 love language combo" for you and you only!

Act of service? Fun, especially when his head is buried into your crotch. That aside, yes he does all those sweet ass stuffs. Anything you think of, he has done it, even to the very most downbad shit you could think of.

Physical touch? PDA if you are into that, else either a hand around your thigh, squeezing them with love or shit ton of pecks.

Words of affection? 'My love looks so gorgeous as usual! What a refined beauty my love is, no wonder I can't stop falling head over heels for you!' And you were on the bed with bad hair, drooling on your pillow.

Gifting? How many gifts have you received today from him? Starting from something little to something large? The most surprising would be him coming home with a pet for you.

"Ta-daaa! You've been saying you want a pet so I think you will like this!"

Quality time? Not a problem for him. He has a lot of time for you. Hm? Work? Better not question him further about it. All that matters is that it's enough to give the two of you more than enough, even allowing the two of you to laze around. (Unlike Yan! Lawyer Husband and Yan! Antagonist who barely has any time for darling pfft-)

Yan! Boyfriend who is practically on his knees like a dog waiting for his treat when you are about to do something ✨️ r o m a n t i c a l ✨️ on him. Say who's a good boy and you could have sworn you saw his non-existent tail wagging excitedly.

"Who's a good boy hm? Who's a gooood boy??"

"Me! Blue! Blue is a good boy!"

Well, at least he is now because he wasn't when you first met him. He's changed a lot just for you, didn't want to disappoint you the next time you see him.

Yan! Boyfriend is the guy who you can really depend on for everything. Financially? Yes. Wanna beat the fuck out of someone? Call him and that person will have a taste of all the martial arts he has learned back then, not to mention he was quite the delinquent back then. Mentally? Yes. He's always there for you, either making it worse or better.

Yan! Boyfriend who likes to show you off to his friends and co-workers so much as though you are his prized possession. The hand that never leaves your waist and the dagger he shot at the people who stared at you for a bit too long are threatening enough to scare them away. Will definitely have a separate chat with them later,

"The fuck you are looking at my love for hm?"

Ignore how their nose is red and bleeding okay? If only Blue was able to do more, he would have had his fist buried into their face even more and harder like in the good ol' days. Has no choice but to be good else someone might rat to you about his behavior again.

Yan! Boyfriend who really likes to sleep on your lap, being able to feel you this close just makes him feel all giddy like a teenager in love. Would litter kisses and licks if you are not wearing anything that covers your thighs.

Yan! Boyfriend who will almost have the same taste in music as yours because he's just like that. Sucking in everything about you and ends up liking it.

Yan! Boyfriend who will vibe with you nonstop. If you are the crack type person, he will just be as crack as you, making people think whether the two of you are high in crack or not. Will always make you feel like it's okay to do anything you want without having to be embarrassed. Too shy to sing? Well, watch him scream his lungs out (Lemon and Grape chilling with ear muffs) and his hand motioning you tag along.

"BABY WON'T YOU LOOOOVEEE MEEEE"

"What do you say we gag him up with the mic?"

"Great, I'll hold him by the neck."

Yan! Boyfriend who really loves watching you sleep. No, he's not a somnophilic bastard like Yulian. He just adores seeing you resting so peacefully. (while Eleanor panicking over darling sleeping)

Yan! Boyfriend who enjoys cooking breakfast for you. You'll wake up greeted with him standing by the kitchen or sitting by the dining table waiting for you to wake up. Hm? If the food has gone cold because you woke up late, he'll just reheat it. Nothing biggie so no need to feel bad about it ^^

Yan! Boyfriend who is always keeping his mental state in check just in case it cracks open the ugly side of him again. He's embarrassed of it yet he is grateful for it because it brought the two of you to meet. Just staying next to you is enough to keep him sane so try not to stray too far from him okay? He might really snap again and the place you once called home might be nothing but ruins.

"Love you... dear."

Yan! Boyfriend who hates being away from you! If his work suddenly requires him to be somewhere away from you, he will bring you along with him! (I might make a chart of the difference for all the LIfE Pro casts)

"Almost feels like a vacation eh? Let's visit this place once I'm done with work love!"

Although he always brings you along, there are times when he'll have to leave you with Lemon or Grape, either asking them to stay with you or you stay over their place.

"Try not to dent his sport car again yeah? He was yapping at me for hours ahaha! I will ask Grape to watch over you as well, she'll do well as your nanny. Hm? Not a little kid anymore? Oh no no, better be safe than sorry. Don't want those nasty ghosts keeping you awake during the night yeah?"

Afternote:

Blue is my second favorite! Yulian has always been the first so no one sees Blue that much... he's just so sweet... although the story he shares with Eleanor tangles everything up...

[thrillered]

You know I Mountain Dew it for ya Pt.1 | Spencer Agnew x F! Reader |

You started working at Smosh when you were 26, a few years after graduating college. In your down time you wrote and produced your own music. Not that you had much down time, which wasn’t necessarily a problem, you loved your job, you got to work with some of the most creative, talented, and hilarious people you’ve ever met. After working on it for months you finally finished writing and producing your latest single "Espresso". The song blows up but Smosh fans begin to wonder if the song is about her dear friend and coworker Spencer Agnew.

*Every piece of this work is fictional. I was inspired by Sabrina Carpenters song Espresso when I noticed how much it could apply to Spencer lol, I did NOT write or produce Espresso*

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Pt. 1: Lunch

“Hello everyone!! And welcome back to another TRY NOT TO LAUGH!” Amanda started, a burst of energy shooting throughout the sound stage. “Don’t worry, we’ve heard your requests so we grabbed Josh to do another MUSICAL episode!”

The cast cheered, you smiled as you stayed ducked behind them. “Because we’re doing a musical episode we invited the one and only Y/N to join us!” Courtney smiled, the group— Amanda, Courtney, Shayne, Angela, and Chanse— splitting to allow you to pop up. 

“Hey everyone!!” You began, the cast and crew clapping and giving whoops of encouragement. “Okay, okay, that’s enough you’re making me blush” you joked, hands behind your back and twisting your foot.

“Don’t stop blushing yet Y/N, we aren’t done talking about you.” Chanse added, shaking your shoulder. 

“We may or may not have had ulterior motives for this musical episode.” Amanda continued. “We invited Y/N to join us because she is releasing a new song!”

“AND because I'm hilariously witty, right?” you joked, causing shayne to roll his eyes. “But! Yes, the day this releases my new single “Espresso” will be premiering at 10 pm PST, like, everywhere you get your music! This song is super fun so I hope you guys like it!” The group cheered and with that the round began.  

With Amanda in the stool first you decided to bust out your Sarah Christ impression for a beautiful ballad about how no establishments will let you smoke in them anymore. Amanda was quick to laugh, almost spraying you in the face, followed by a compliment about how good your Sarah Christ was. 

The game went by smoothly, or as smoothly as a smosh video goes, everyone making each other laugh. During your time in the stool Shayne sang, or rather yelled, one of the lowest notes you'd ever heard. You stayed strong until he had been holding the same note for probably 10 seconds and his face turned the most pained shade of red. 

“Oh thank god!” He said, leaning his hands on his knees as he caught his breath, “I think I would have gone until I passed out” 

The final round ended and you began the outro with applause, “That was so much fun! I demand to be invited to every musical TNTL from now on. Thank you guys so much for watching, we hope you laughed just as much as we did.” 

“Don't forget to stream “Espresso” by Y/N!” Chanse added, resting his chin lightly on your shoulder. 

“It’s SO good! Like, I swear to god, it's been stuck in my head since I heard it for the first time.” Angela added.

“And with that we must part ways..” You began, in a deep melodic tone. “Don’t forget to like and subscribe and check out one of these two videos on your screen! Okay bye!” 

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That was two weeks ago and the Try Not To Laugh was being posted today. Your single premiering tonight.  

You sat at your desk, anxiously bouncing your heel as you tried to focus on the doc in front of you. You were supposed to meet with the games team later that afternoon to discuss possible creatives for some upcoming live streams. But the only thing you could focus on was what people would think about your song. 

You aren’t new to making music. In fact, you’ve been writing it since college and even performing it at some open mics and small gigs. But, most people who knew you online knew you from Smosh, not from your musical career. You had about 3,000 monthly listeners, which always astounded you, but this was the first time that you were releasing music that was being promoted by such a large online entity. 

“Keep shaking like that and you’ll cause an earthquake” You turned to see Spencer approaching your desk, hands in his pockets. You opened your mouth to respond but he cut you off, “Everyone is gonna love your song, Y/N. You don’t need to worry.”

“You haven't even heard it yet, Spence” You retorted, having made Spencer (Along with the rest of the cast, minus Angela) swear that he would wait until the release party to listen to it. You leaned your head on your chair to look at him as he sits next to you. 

“Yes, but, you would only put out something good so I trust that the song slaps.” Spencer tried to ease your running mind, only to get a huff in return. “Okay fine.” He began, standing and grabbing your phone while simultaneously turning off your monitor. 

“Wha- Hey” You started, trying to stop him but reacting too slowly.

“We are going out to lunch.” Spencer said, matter of factly.

“But what about the games meeting?” You asked.

“Got moved back an hour, don’t you look at the slack?” he chastised.

“Okay, but isn’t everyone going out tonight anyway?” You questioned, remembering that some of the cast and crew insisted on going out to celebrate your song release.

“Yeah but that’s everyone.” Spencer began, already walking towards the door, “Consider this your pre-game with your best friend.” 

“A pre-game at..” You looked at your barren wrist, “two pm?” 

“One: you’re not wearing a watch. And two: okay, a social pre-game. Plus, I’m not taking no for an answer, so come on and let your wonderful best friend buy you lunch.”  Begrudgingly you agreed. You walked side by side to Spencer's car, him opening the passenger door for you before rounding the front and getting in the drivers side. 

You smiled as you realized where he was taking you. He took you to a little hole-in-the-wall ramen place you two had discovered the year prior. It quickly became you and Spencer's own little spot. Neither of you ever went there without the other unless it meant stopping by to take it to go on the way to the other's apartment for a game or movie night. 

The older Japanese-American couple that owned the restaurant greeted you with warm smiles, “The usual?” the husband, Kenji, asked. 

You both nodded as you took a seat in one of the four small booths that lined the wall. The comforting smell of hot broth and spices calmed your anxious mind as you closed your eyes to take a deep inhale. You and Spencer talked about some upcoming shoots and how his Baldur's Gate 3 save was going as you waited for the food to arrive. 

 It didn’t take long for Emi, the other owner, to bring out your food, “You two are just the cutest, such a wonderful young couple.” She cooed.

“Oh we’re not-” 

“Thank you Mrs. Ito, that's so sweet, we really love coming here.” You cut Spencer off, smiling at the woman's kindness. She walked off, heading to grab an order for a driver. 

You turned to find Spencer staring at you with an eyebrow slightly raised. “What?” You asked, sipping on the steaming broth.

“So you think we’re the ‘most wonderful young couple’ huh?”

“Of course I do honeybun.” You jested, leaning over the table and tapping Spencer's cheek sarcastically. Resuming your meal as Spencer rolls his eyes.

The rest of your lunch is pleasant, filled with chatter about everything yet nothing. You tried to pay for your lunch when Mrs. Ito brings the bill but Spencer insists on covering it since he wanted to take you to lunch to distract you. 

“Thank you spence, I really needed that.” You said, grabbing Spencer’s hand in thanks as you walked back into the office. 

He squeezed your hand lightly, “I always know what you need.” And he did, Spencer was a consistent support system for you, had been since you began at Smosh. Beginning as an editor you worked with Spencer a lot. Your friendship blossomed over a shared love of movies and games. 

Over the years you got closer and closer until you were unequivocally best friends. Weekly movie nights, breakfast, lunch, and dinner dates solidified that years ago. Now there’s hardly any time you spend without each other. 

You walked hand in hand to the conference room, ready for the games meeting now that your head was clear.

[istoleyoursk1n]

WAIT WAIT HERES ONE! All companions drunk off their asses in a karaoke session while Tav is the only sober one😭

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Tav being sober while all the other companions are drunk off their asses in a karaoke session

(I LOVE YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS HELP HAHAHA)

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: ̗̀➛ ASTARION

Says he's only there for the drinks and to watch everyone else make a fool of themselves.

Ends up being part of the people who are being absolute fools of themselves.

He’s the type to say “oh I can’t siNg” only to grab the mic out of your hands and start balling out the lyrics of Bad Romance like it's nobody’s business.

He’s tame at first, enjoying himself as he watches the shitshow unfold but four drinks in and he’s already hoarding the microphone.

I like to think he somehow becomes better at singing the drunker he gets.

Accidentally hits high notes and he makes it everyone's problem.

Probably slapped someone by accident when they were trying to get the microphone back from his drunken ass.

He becomes far more expressive and loud the more he drinks which only makes it all the more fun to be honest.

Tried to have a sing-off with Wyll. Somehow ends up with Astarion threatening to bite him.

: ̗̀➛ GALE

Very confused.

He came here for bonding time with friends only to be surrounded by feral drunks.

He’s definitely not the one singing but Astarion kept giving him wine and he kept drinking and now he’s halfway into either drunk crying or drunk ranting.

He’s the type to start talking about his ex again once drunk.

Had a very informative conversation with the wall.

Fell asleep for about five seconds only to be woken up by the sound of loud screaming into the microphone wonderful singing.

He likes suggesting songs for the group to sing but he's not even including himself in said singing. The least he does is clap his hands.

Remember when I said he’d either drunk cry or drunk rant? Guess what, he’s doing both now and either Halsin or you are trying their damn best to support him.

Try to ask him what he's crying about and he wouldn't even know what the fuck he’s crying about. Proceeds to give you a long instructive speech about the importance of how one pronounces certain spells. (He accidentally activated said spell too).

: ̗̀➛ WYLL

He drank exactly one bottle of alcohol and called it quits. He’s practically as sober as you right now.

The most tame of the group by far but he hardly has any complaints about the chaos, he's having so much fun!

If Astarion isn't hoarding the microphone, he’s the one singing and he’s really good at it. This man can sing and he figured now would be the best time to finally show it.

He’s being as humble as he can but you can tell he’s putting in more effort than he should for a drunken karaoke party.

This man is literally singing each song as if he’s performing his own concert. Ten songs in and somehow his voice box still hasn't given out.

Started having a sing-off with Astarion and he could hardly take it seriously. He wasn’t even drunk but he kept laughing and when he laughs Astarion laughs and they both ended up becoming a mess.

He and Astarion were probably the ones bickering over who’d get to hold the microphone.

However, he always ends up giving the microphone to both because of his gentlemanly ways and this man can't say no to Astarion even if his life fucking depended on it.

HE SANG AN ENTIRE MUSICAL SOUNDTRACK.

: ̗̀➛ KARLACH

SCREAMING INTO THE MICROPHONE.

Don’t ever give her the damn microphone or pick any goddamn song less you want your ears to bleed.

She loves metal/rock songs way too much and she will death metal scream every single word as if she was being dragged back down to the pits of hell.

She’s drunk off her ass as well and it gets worse because she keeps finishing people’s left over drinks.

She’s so unbelievably hyper when she's drunk and in a festive mood that during the whole karaoke session, she broke the damn table.

She laughed so hard right after that for a moment she forgot to fucking breath.

She constantly has to stand up and move about or dance to the music because she just has so much energy in her right now. It's damn well impressive how she somehow never tires.

The thing is, her laugh is contagious so when she starts laughing someone else probably starts laughing as well and it all becomes an even bigger disaster.

Broke the doorknob on her way to head out and grab more drinks.

: ̗̀➛ LAE’ZEL

Didn't want to be there.

Everyone was so loud and obnoxious that it was honestly a tad bit annoying for her. She could have been doing something far more productive and instead-

Never mind that, now she's having a drinking contest with Shadowheart in the midst of all the screaming and singing.

Where did the shot glasses go?! Oh, its with her.

Suddenly, taking multiple shots of alcohol will help improve her tolerance to an array of different substances that may pose a threat to her bodily autonomy. That’s an excuse, she just doesn't want to seem unproductive.

Not the one singing at all but she keeps finishing the bottles before anyone else can even get a taste of them.

Surprisingly, she has a really high alcohol tolerance. She’d probably be 10 shots in and still appear as sober as you.

Though, please take the liquor away from her as soon as possible. When she actually gets drunk two things happen. She either becomes more aggressive than she ever was before or even worse, she becomes nicer.

Amidst it all, you may see a snicker or two come out of her, one that she’d be trying so hard to hide. Truth be told, she would have grown to love her chaotic bunch of weirdo friends and she wouldn't have regretted a thing.

: ̗̀➛ SHADOWHEART

Actually one of the people singing! When Astarion and Wyll aren't battling it out over the microphone of course.

Depending on her current mood, she's either going all out on Mitski songs or rocking it out with Karlach.

There is no damn way she went through the karaoke session without singing Washing Machine Heart.

Before she could sing another song, she was ever so quickly pulled into a drinking match with Lae’zel in which the winner was undetermined; because Karlach broke the damn table with the shot glasses on it.

There is no damn way she went through the karaoke session without singing Bring Me To Life, part 2.

When she gets really drunk she either becomes louder or eerily quiet.

She’ll just quietly sit in the corner and watch and sometimes it's just the creepiest thing ever.

But in the cases where she does get loud, she’s off laughing her ass off over the chaos unfolding right before her eyes. She would have been talking shit along with Astarion if it weren't for the fact that he was quite literally having a wrestling match with Wyll over the microphone.

Probably fell asleep after a while and somehow never woke up until the next day.

: ̗̀➛ HALSIN

Very confused 2.0.

He tries to refrain from drinking as much as possible because he knows just how embarrassing he becomes so he kind of just smiles and sits there during the first half.

Besides he really doesn't want to burden you with having to be the only sober person in the party.

The least he’d be doing is very subtly dancing to the beat. Do you know how dads would do those little awkward dances during parties? Exactly that.

Either you, Shadowheart, or Astarion coaxed him into finally drinking and things began to go downhill from there.

The thing is, when he drinks, he can drink a lot, it's just that he prefers not to. However, the real reason he can drink a lot is that he forgets to set a limit for himself especially when his mind is so scattered.

Became oddly clingy towards you in ways that you’d never expect. Suddenly he’s blurting out random things he feels about you and the others in the most wholesome way imaginable.

If it isn't you, he’s confessing his “”undying love”” to the first person he sees.

Stared at a plant for five minutes.

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[be-missed]

reader is a singer, and for their 5 year anniversary with Jenna, they write a song for her. But she thinks it’s for someone else. You can decide the ending. :)

My Eyes Are Brown!

Jenna Ortega x Reader

(Picture not mine)

Summary: Y/N dropped a new song at the concert; The music resonated through the crowd while Jenna, her girlfriend for five years, couldn't shake the feeling that those lyrics were meant for someone else.

Warnings: none, notify me if any.

A/N: First story for Valentine's Day Request. I really had a hard time finding a song. They/them pronouns are used, I based it on the request. Thank you for this wonderful request and enjoy! Just a short one.

Masterlist

Song: I Know Places by Taylor Swift

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"Okay, so for my last song, this is a special one" Y/N said as the crowd went wild, this was the last night for Y/N's North America Tour and will be resting for a few months before she continue her tour in South America. "I wrote this a few weeks ago, but I did not release it, because... I want to gatekeep it actually" Y/N chuckled at their behavior thinking how petty it sounds when it comes to others.

The crowd chuckles with Y/N's reason and they continue to speak, "But tonight is a special night since this'll be the last night for my tour and a special night for me and the person that I love" you said as the crowd cheered and holler. They know that Jenna was watching in the crowds, and on every time you sang a song that you wrote for Jenna, they watch her move as they can see how sweet and passionate the lyrics are, and they watch you sing it, like you are singing your voice out and Jenna's the only person in the room.

"I hope you enjoy it, here it goes" You said and the backing vocals started and the band drops the beat.

I-I-I, I, I-I-I, I, I, I

The crowd started to cheer, feeling the beat of the new song that you are currently introducing to them as the chorus, the lyrics were shown at the big screen at your back, giving a chance to your fans to sing the song with you, and that they do.

Baby, I know places we won't be found

And they'll be chasin' our tails try to track us down

Cause, I, I know places we can hide

I know places

The crowd knows that this song was dedicated to your girlfriend of five years, in your era where the both of you were trying to hide your relationship to the public, in the time where the two of you just wanted to run away from a far land and just be who you are; dancing in the rain, doing grocery shopping, walking through the neighborhood with no cameras and people staring at the both of you. The ending of the song was so catchy as you scream

They take their shots, but we're bulletproof

And you know for me, it's always you

In the dead of night, your eyes so green

And I know for you, it's always me

The crowd cheered and screamed as you said your good byes and you thank them. But before you exit the stage you said to the mic "I love you Jenna Ortega, always yours" and the crowd screamed more.

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You enter your waiting room, finding Jenna on the sofa using her phone, you are pretty sure that by this time, Jenna would run directly to your arms, kissing your face, and will say how great you are and how much she's gonna make love to you by the time the both of you got home.

But right now, you got nothing. So what you did was you walked to the sofa and hug her from the back, nuzzling your face into her neck. By this time, you are pretty sure that Jenna should be hugging you back and kissing your pretty face, but still no reaction and her focus is still on her phone.

What you did next was you delivers small kisses through Jenna's neck. She tilted her neck offering you much more space, but it didn't last when you feel her hand on your hair, tugging it away so she can free her neck from your lips. Jenna then stood up and sat on the opposite side of the sofa.

Okay now you know that there is a problem, so you sat next to Jenna and you grabbed her phone. "Okay, can we stop with this silent treatment and can you please tell me what's the problem? Because I can't wait another more minute without feeling your lips and be engulfed with your hug" you said to Jenna straightforward, because in fact, you will probably die without feeling any physical intimacy from Jenna.

Jenna looked you dead in the eye and said "Why don't you ask for some physical attention to that green-eyed babe then" she said with a sarcastic tone that made your eyebrows scrunched. Because who the fuck is that person?

"Jenna, what do you mean? I don't know a green-eyed person." You said, stating a fact while you try to list people that you know and thinking if they have green eyes.

"Oh my god Y/N, why are you so slow?" Jenna said while crossing her arms through her chest and added, "Its our fifth year anniversary and you're gonna sing a song for someone? What is this your way of breaking up with me and telling me that you are cheating?" Jenna then stood up from her seat.

Before she walks away, you pulled her down to seat on your lap and cage her with your arms wrapping around her waist. "Okay, come one, what are you trying to say? It is our fifth year anniversary that is why I sang that song. And what do you mean cheating? You know that I would never cheat on you."

"Then who is the person you are referring to the song the? In the ending where you said something about, dead of night your eyes so green, somewhere around that words?" Jenna said while she pouts, getting reminded that you just wrote a song about someone that is not hers.

"Wait, do you mean the lyrics from the last song?" You said as you move your hand to brush away the stray hair that hides her pouty lips and sad face. Then you think back to the lyrics from the song, and then boom, you did realize that you wrote "your eyes so green" the thought made you chuckled.

Jenna then slap your shoulder for chuckling at her problem and said "My eyes are brown Y/N! THEY ARE BROWN" Trying to make a point, she then leans her face close to you and stares at you with her brown eyes.

"You are so cute" You said while you nuzzle your face into Jenna's neck that made the other girl confused. "I am not cute Y/N, I am angry and mad at you" Jenna said.

You pulled away and looked at her and said "Okay, can you please let me explain first?" and Jenna nodded. "So well, when I was writing that, it was actually brown, I'm not kidding. I can even show you the piece of paper" You said trying to look as believable, because this is indeed the true story behind it.

Jenna waited for you to continue and you said "But then one of the producers said that, brown doesn't really rhyme with the word 'me' so we opted to change it to 'green'." You said raising your right hand as a form of being honest and swearing that you are really saying the truth.

The other girl looked at you and said "No shit, I don't believe you" and tried to stand, but you are stronger than her and just locked her in her place. "Jenna I swear I'm telling you the truth, I can even play you the demo of the song. My love I swear, I'm not lying to you"

Jenna then nod with the suggestion of you playing the demo to her and by the end of it she commented "Okay, fine, I believe you." You raised your eyebrow because you can still fell a little bit of madness from her voice "Okay, kiss me then" you said trying to challenge.

Jenna then kissed you on the cheek, "Okay you are still mad" you said and added "Okay I promise, the next time that I'll sing that song I'll use brown instead of green, okay? Fuck the rhyming, your feelings and the song being for you is more important. I promise, my love"

Jenna raised her eyebrow with your suggestion and smiled "Okay, I love that idea" she then kissed you in the lips and whispered "Happy Anniversary" which you smiled and replied "Happy Anniversary too, my love."

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A/N: First story for the VDay Request, apologies for just posting it today, guess I lied. Two more stories about Tara! Enjoy and thank you for waiting.

[starlightrosess]

˚₊⋆｡°✩₊ /whisper: I love you

summary: You and your boyfriend Choso log into Sins of Valor for another raid night—only to stumble into a chaotic, endearing guild that might just become your new online home.

word count: 2.3k

tags: fluff, modern setting, mmorpg, raid mechanics, online friendships, light humor, voice chat banter, slice of life

notes: Lots of MMORPG/raid terminology is going to be used in this fic!! If you don’t have any idea what something means, feel free to ask and I can explain! Sins of Valor is heavily based on Final Fantasy XIV, so expect terms like “glamour,” “pull,” “tank buster,” “ready check,” and more.

credits: @strangergraphics-archive for dividers

➽ CHAPTER ONE

"Ready Check?"

‎‎‎‎➤ THE BUS RIDE HOME SMELLS LIKE BURNT OIL AND CHEAP COLOGNE. You lean your head against the window, watching the city fly past you as you listen to your favorite music in your earbuds. You're running on four hours of sleep and a half finished sandwich you had three hours ago. Soon, you'll be home and at your computer. Ready to log into your newest obsession, Sins of Valor.

Sins of Valor is a popular MMORPG known for its hard raids and welcoming community. Not to mention the story for the game is actually amazing, worth playing through unlike other MMOs. Ever since the servers of your last favorite MMO shut down, your boyfriend Choso and you have been trying to find a new one to sink your teeth into. That's when you came across Sins of Valor. Ever since you started playing it a few months ago, you haven't been able to stop. Somehow catching up to the endgame content within those short months.

Now it's all you can think about, while you work, while you cook dinner, while you hang out with irl friends. Sins of Valor has infected your brain, and honestly it feels like a problem with how much you think about it. You wonder what kind of outfits you can make to match with Choso, or watch videos on the newest raid's coming out, or try hunting down cool weapons or figure out the best gear for each class.

The bus stopping at that familiar stop takes you away from your thoughts. You quickly grab your stuff and leave the bus, giving the driver a quiet thank you as you do. You then walk into your apartment building and walk up the stairs to yours.

Your apartment greets you in silence. The same dark room. The same desk light, left on. Same hoodie tossed on the back of your chair and the pile of dirty clothes left on the floor that you have yet to get to. This used to feel so lonely a few years back, but knowing someone is already waiting for you makes it less so.

You boot up your PC, clicking through the login screen and watching as certain apps and programs boot up on start. Discord being one of them, you already have a few messages from your favorite person. You smile as you click on his DM's.

ch0s0: you home yet ch0s0: found a raid group that needs another person ch0s0: saved the spot for you, if you still wanna run it

You smile before typing away a reply.

you: be there in 5, work sucked. ch0s0: vc?

And before you know it, you hear the familiar ring of a discord call play through your headphones as you throw them on. You answer and then quickly start clicking away to load up the game and log in. You hear the soft background music of the main city play as you see Choso's character sitting on the edge of the fountain. The spot you always log out at and in. His character is wearing a matching outfit to yours, a fox-patterned kimono with a kitsune mask sitting at the side of his face. His character has pure white eyes and dark fluffy hair, two spike pigtails poke out at the top of his head. His character has light gray skin and long ears, he is an undead elf.

Your character was a fox race known as beastkin. There were tons of variants for it, cat people, dog people, bunny people, the list goes on. You were also wearing the same outfit as him, but your kitsune mask covered the face of your character instead.

"Hey," you say into the mic

"Hey," he replies softly. "You sound tired."

You chuckle softly, lord knows you are. Retail hell is real, and you find yourself wondering how common sense isn't as common every single day. You simply give him a hum in reply before Choso speaks up again.

"Let me send you that party invite for the raid."

You see the words "ch0so has invited you to a party!" pop up in the middle of the screen, you quickly accept and see the party list full of 8 peoples usernames pop up on the side of your HUD. The party chat is already going crazy with everyone tying there before one name in particular says something that catches your attention.

satoruwu: oh! satoruwu: is this the person you were waiting on ch0s0? ch0s0: yeah. satoruwu: perfect!! lets load into the raid then~

Your screen then darkens while the raid location loads in. Everyone is at the edge of a round battlefield, floating platforms and fractured sky pieces decorate the outside of the raid spot. The music softly transitions from the calm city music to the upbeat boss music. The boss is already standing in the middle of the battlefield, ready for the tank to force agro onto it. The chat then goes wild as you all load in.

[RAID: ★Tank★ Nanam1e has joined the party.] [RAID: ★DPS★ GetLowGeto has joined the party.] [RAID: ★Tank★ Dokt0rShok0 has joined the party.] [RAID: ★Healer★ Tea4T1me has joined the party.] [RAID: ★DPS★ OniBabe69 has joined the party.] [RAID: ★DPS★ satoruwu has joined the party.] [RAID: ★Healer★ ch0s0 has joined the party.] [RAID: ★DPS★ YOU have joined the party.]

satoruwu: hello helloooo~ 😘 you: o/ ch0s0: o7 GetLowGeto: oh we found replacements for milk and crit?👀 Nanam1e: Don’t scare them off in the first five seconds. Dokt0rShok0: LMAO too late satoruwu: actually forgot about this. satoruwu: would be easier if y’all join our discord—sending link now

A server invite pops up in party chat.

✧･ﾟ: Last Save Point :･ﾟ✧ — Join?

Choso hesitates, but you join immediately. Your eyes scanning the discord until you spot six people sitting in a VC titled "RAID OR DIE". You chuckle at the name before speaking to Choso.

"I'm going to join their VC, gonna be easier for call-outs on raid mechanics." Choso hums in reply, and you both join the VC.

Inside, it's loud.

Satoruwu's voice is unmistakable, he is already teasing someone else in the group about dying last pull. Dokt0rShok0 is already half asleep, you can hear her snoring a bit. Tea4T1me is yelling about food buffs, and GetLowGeto is explaining Phase 2 of the boss fight to everyone.

Your screen blinks, a ready check window pops up.

“Pulling in 5,” Nanam1e says.

"WAI-WAI-WAIT!!" Satoruwu shouts, causing you to immediately turn your headphones volume down.

"What." Nanam1e replies, clearing annoyed.. does he even like playing with these guys?

"Welllll, we don't know the newbies names! They don't know ours either! Might as well introduce ourselves to avoid confusion." He explains. Nanam1e lets out a sigh.

"I'll go first! I'm Satoruwu, but my real name is Satoru Gojo," he says, and you swear you can hear him wink behind the mic.

"Full name, just like that? Do you have no internet safety??" Nanam1e says. Gojo just laughs in reply. GetLowGeto also chuckles before going next.

"I'm GetLowGeto in game, but you'll either hear me called Suguru or Geto. Full name is just that" He replied, Nanam1e let out another annoyed groan. He goes next.

"Nanam1e in game. Call me Nanami, that's all you need to know. See, is that so hard?" He said, talking to the other two at the last sentence. You hear a yawn before the next person speaks up, a feminine voice.

"Dokt0rShok0 in game, you can just simply call me Shoko. I only raid for the cool tank drops." You chuckle, honestly glad to hear another female voice here. That's when the only other female speaks up after Shoko.

"I'm Tea4Time, you can call me Utahime though. I'm probably one of the few normal people in this guild.." she says. You hear a low chuckle before the last person introduces himself.

"OniBabe69. Im one of the not normal people she's referring too. You can call me Toji babes" He replies, and again.. you swear you hear another wink behind the mic. Choso lets out an annoyed grunt before speaking up,

"Choso, same as my username," he says

"That's your real name?" Geto asks

"Yeah." He replied. There are a few moments of silence before you speak up, telling the group your name!

"Now can we start the raid? I'd like to be done before midnight. Got work in the morning." Nanami says, annoyed.

"Sureee" Gojo replies, then that same ready check pops up on your screen again.

After hours of full party wipes, the boss finally goes down, exploding into a blaze of light (that honestly blinds you in your dark room). Text pops up onto your screen:

Victory! Raid Complete. Loot Unlocked.

There are a few moments of silence before a loud yell breaks out in the VC from Toji.

"LETS FUCKING GOOOO-"

"Andddd he's screaming again.." Shoko mutters. You let out a laugh at this. You then pan your camera, now actually being able to get a good look at everyone's characters as they all crowd around the chest in the middle, rolling on the loot inside.

Geto's avatar is a tall elven female, her long blonde hair and robes flowing behind her as she walks. She has bright, glowing golden tattoos that decorate her skin. She looks nothing like the guy calmly thanking everyone in the VC and checking the loot. Not that you know what Geto looks like, but from his personality and voice you never would have expected it.. But at the same time it also fits.

"You rollin' on the staff, Shoko? You mentioned you wanted it for your healer," He asks

Shoko, the secondary tank, lounges near the edge. Her character is a human and has slick black hair that's cut into a bob, piercings, and heavy armor that still somehow looks lazy. You think it's because of the smoking emote she is doing right now.. You didn't even know that was an emote in the game??

"I'm passing," she says, yawning. "Too much work to level that class when my tank is already max level."

Utahime's character looks like a cottagecore dream. She is a cat Beastkin. She wears a big sun hat, flower patterned dress, and she's currently useing her parasol emote while she waits for everyone to roll on the loot.

"You two did good," she says. "Fill in parties can be a mess, but you actually listened." You gave a shy chuckle.

"Unlike some people" Nanami cuts in. His character is a human and has short blonde hair thats slicked to the side. He wears these interesting looking glasses and has hazel eyes. His character is sporting some large but nice looking heavy armor. Little do you know but he looks almost exactly like his character in real life. Something the other guild members who know what he looks like tease him about.

"Look its not my fault you walked on top of me with your tank buster!" Toji shots back. His character is a demon, large horns sprout from the sides of his head and a long tail from his lower back. His outfit.. if you can even call it that is very minimal. He has a top that barly covers anything and looks like a ripped shirt and his pants are shorts that cling too his body tightly. His character is currently flexing right next to the loot chest.

"You where out of position and the reason we wiped that time." Nanami shot back.

Gojo slides up next to you. His character is a celestial, with small wings for ears and large white wings on his back. He has bright blue eyes and fluffy white hair. Now his outfit, doesnt feel like it belongs in this game but somehow still works. He is in a beach shirt, flip flops, white swim trunks and a lei. He also has round sunglasses sitting on top of his head.

"You two always match?" He asks.

"Sorta" You say with a chuckle.

"Yeah, I usually match my girlfriend," Choso says.

"Girlfriend?" Toji says, now distracted from his argument with Nanami.

"Yeah!" you respond happily.

"For real? For how long?" Gojo asks curiously.

"Hmm, about two years now? We met in another MMO before it shut down." You explain.

"Shiii, they even have matching discord bios and icons," Shoko says. Your cheeks heat up.

"Damn, that's cool. Have you met in real life yet?" Gojo asked.

"Yeah! A couple of times over the years," You respond, why where they so curious?

"Man, that's wild," Geto says, "MMO love story. Kinda jealous not gonna lie."

"Right?" Gojo chimes in, "Kinda wanna find myself a gamer girlfriend or something."

"You'd scare them off in less than five seconds." Utahime teases.

"HEY—Yeah no you're probably right.." Gojo laughs before he suddenly stops as he realizes something. "Wait, how long have you two even been playing? I don’t think I’ve seen you in any of the usual guild circles.”

You glance at Choso's character who is still just standing next to you.

"Well, we're not in one yet. Kinda just been playing solo and with each other til we found a group that fit." You explain.

"Wait for real? You two cleared this raid and don't even have a guild?" Toji asks

“That’s insane,” Shoko mutters. “Y’all are cracked for no reason.”

“Honestly,” Nanami adds, sounding actually impressed for once.

“You guys should just join ours,” Gojo says, suddenly very serious. “I mean, if you're vibing with us.”

“Toji can be a lot,” Utahime says immediately. “But we’re mostly normal.”

“Hey!” Toji yells.

“We could use more consistent raiders anyway,” Geto chimes in. “And it’d be cute having the first couple of Last Save Point in here.”

Choso chuckles softly. “First couple, huh?”

“Don’t act like you’re not into it,” Gojo teases.

You smile. This game didn’t just give you a new obsession—it might’ve just given you a new digital home.

You glance at Choso’s character. “What do you think?”

“I’m down if you are,” he says.

“Then it’s settled!” Gojo shouts. “Welcome to Last Save Point, newbies!”

And that’s how you found the group you’d end up playing with every night.

masterlist || next chapter

[itsabouttimex2]

We need more platonic Yandere Aizawa! I suggest Yandere platonic Aizawa and Hizashi with a gratuitous, but at the same time with a disgusting character teenager when they first bring the reader home (kidnap a teenager and keep him tied up on the bed)

The water is steaming, warmer than anything you’ve ever had access to. None of your whimpers or hiccups convince them to let you out or turn down the temperature.

“How could you have been so filthy? No wonder you were getting sick all the time, Y/N. This isn’t healthy for you.”

He looks up to eye Mic, who is currently untangling and brushing out your hair, gently cooing sweet encouragement to you as he does. Your hands grip the edges of the tub, no longer willing to try and jump out after getting a mouthful of soap suds for ‘misbehaving’.

Once the tub is murky with your grime and sweat, they pull the plug, draining the water away. Aizawa starts to refill it with clean water, while Mic gently pats your head.

“We’re going to be here a while, brat. Better settle in.”

The water rises backs up to your shoulders, the unfamiliar warmth seething around you as you squirm and try to adjust to it.

“Little Listener,” Mic coos, “you’re doing so well! Once you’re done, you can have a nice, long nap, alright?”

“Don’t baby them, Hizashi.”

Instead of speaking up, you slowly nod. Between heading back to your new bed, equipped with an actual ankle chain to keep you from running or escaping, or staying in an uncomfortably hot bath getting scrubbed clean until your skin is raw, both seem pretty awful.

So you just close your eyes and let them do what they want. It’s easier if you just play along, hard as it may be.

By the time they’re done, your skin is sensitive and soft, a feeling of rawness all across you. Mic wraps you in a fluffy towel while Aizawa dries your hair. Now that you aren’t sopping wet, they take you back to your room to get you settled for the night. Mic dresses you in the softest pajamas you have, and nudges you to sit on the bed.

“Foot,” Aizawa demands, chain in one hand. “Now, problem child. Don’t think you can make me wait.”

You hold it out to him, and he clamps the cuff around your ankle, carefully tightening it. Not loose enough to jangle around and be slipped free from, and not tight enough to cause any tears or bruises.

In an unusual display of gentleness, he pulls back the covers and pats the mattress. You slide in, wanting this day to be over with already, and he tucks the blankets around you.

“Sleep well, problem child.”

[macbethheadband]

Macbeth cope list

What a lovely theatre it was so beautiful in there the CEILING was so nice. The chairs were comfy too. Uh the walls? They were great also. And the floors were walkable no doubt about it

No problems with the headphones at all except for early on when they all started dancing and jumping around the sound went nuts and the music got really staticy. Not sure if we just got a fritzy night or if thats a problem theyve consistently dealt with. The second the dancing stopped though it was fine again so!

Thats a big part of what really impressed me with the sound too it felt like you could really hear how tightly controlled it was and how much attention to detail theyd put into it with switching peoples mics on and off and adjusting volume when they shouted and looping and overlaying voices. And the sound effects worked really well!!! Incredibly effective and immersive. Sidenote a lady sat in front of us was like oh theres headphones? What are these for? Like i forgot not everybody has dedicated their lives to seeing this play and knows all about it

One downside might be that the audience cant hear themselves so theres a lot of coughing and sneezing and snuffling and snorfing and at one point someones alarm went off and when macduff was doing his all my pretty chickens moment someone was genuinely hacking up a lung behind us. I wonder if thats annoying for the actors LOL i hope the donmar proshot doesnt have a lot of that in the final mix because ill just die

LOVED the use of the glass partition the way theyd have everyone seated in a row and delivering the sort of expositiony lines like i said before. Especially in the second half of macbeth theres a lot of back and forth between lots of short scenes so i really liked the way they dealt with that it never lost momentum. And when they opened the glass and started CLIMBING OUT that was so great

Actually a favourite element was how everyone would start climbing onto the stage and crawling towards macbeth and grasping out at him that was so DELICIOUSLY creepy. Shout out to rona morrison who played lady macduff the woman with the red hair in braids she would crack this extremely unsettling smile whenever she went witchy mode and my eye was always drawn to her.

I have so many macbeths to compare this to bc i watched so many this year and this one is up there as a favourite for sure. I think the descent into madness is hard to do in a way that feels natural and not hammy but we can HEAR the voices in their heads and feel the pressure they feel as everything goes weird around them and the guilt starts to eat at them. I believed it i really did!! The sort of Snap the shift between when hes seeing the dagger versus when duncans dead and hes covered in blood again. YAYYY!!!!! I especially believed his speech about banquo that sort of escalation drawn out by paranoia when hes like make THEM kings???? The SONS of banquo. KINGS??? its like here we go girls…

Also comparing it to all the other macbeths i saw its SO GOOD to have an all scottish cast LOL it really is crazy how that simple change adds so so much

Cush jumbo and her big bright eyes HER EYESSSS shes a very powerful glowy presence in her white dress i loved the way she did this sort of gesture like shes having a migraine paired with the sound and the lights sort of getting keyed up and the ghostly child behind them both and the way she did the out damned spot WAIL and how she said come come give me your hand down low and sweet like to a little kid oh my god…

Im jumping around a lot but the porter was really fun and the way they really harshly snap back into the world of the play after it was really cool like the whole scene was all in HIS head too mmmm

I love when its funny GENUINE comedy like hahaha laughing out loud. It was a rough night! So annoying when you know it could be funny but the actors like nah this is serious business or my name isnt sir kenneth charles branagh. Lets have a giggle mate it makes the frightening parts scarier it makes the tragedy more depthful lets experience the range of human emotions together come on lets go

I just want to keep saying things that worked like the music worked the lights worked the smoke worked the bit where everyones being the witches worked the one child actor playing all the children worked the banquos ghost scene REALLY worked you have DISPLACED the MIRTH the idea that the two of them are carrying a lot of baggage from war and the loss of a child really REALLY works. I think thats the best compliment i can give it like theres nothing i feel like didnt achieve what they were going for or fell short. Im really really impressed by it super super super pleased for everyone for bringing the vision to life so clearly and effectively

David tennant was really good

[venus-haze]

Rip This Place Apart (Driller Killer x Reader)

Summary: He’s gonna rock your world, baby!

Note: Female reader, but no other descriptors are used. This is based on an anonymous request. I wrote this while I was dealing with a bout of insomnia, ironically. Do not interact if you’re under 18 or post thinspo/ED content.

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: Descriptions of blood and gore. Sexually explicit content. Do not interact if you’re under 18.

A man kept appearing in your dreams, and he wouldn’t go away. Leather-clad and oozing obnoxious amounts of sex appeal, he was the opposite of a problem, until your dreams started feeling a little too real. Maybe it was your subconscious’ way of telling you to get laid, but every time you had some kind of interest in a man, he clouded your mind until you either made a fool of yourself or retreated.

That night was going to be different, though. You and your friend Marcie had spotted a flyer for a funky looking local band called Shriek and the Spyders, a group of self-professed psychobilly hooligans who were known for their wild shows and over-the-top onstage antics. A bartender who’d overheard you and Marcie discussing the show the day before advised, “Wear something you won’t mind getting stained.” Your interest piqued, and you figured a skimpy black top and similarly black skirt would do.

The Crypt was a hole-in-the-wall joint that certainly lived up to its name. You could hardly see inside, save for a few red overhead lights, because of course they were red. The light fog that swathed the room was either from an effects machine or so many people chain smoking. When you approached the bar, you scanned the cocktail menu, all named after and inspired by classic monsters. You ordered a Frankenstein-themed drink, wondering if it were possible for a place to be too campy.

“C’mon, let’s try to get closer to the stage before they go on,” Marcie said once you both got your drinks.

About fifteen minutes later, the band strutted onstage, an abundance of leather and pompadours. Almost like—no, you weren’t supposed to be thinking about him. Not bothering with introductions, Shriek and the Spyders went right into an upbeat song that made the raucous crowd go wild. They didn’t let up, sweat dripping down Shriek’s face as he ran back and forth across the stage, microphone in hand.

In the middle of their third song, a spray of fake blood rained over the crowd, leading to cheers and screams nearly drowning out the music. Some of the effects looked a little too realistic for your comfort. The bass player’s “eye” popped out at one point, and the lead guitarist’s face seemed to literally melt during a solo a few songs later. 

You and Marcie had been dancing along to the whole set, your drinks long since discarded, half spilled on each other as other concert-goers bumped into you. It was the most fun you’d had in a long time, but you couldn’t shake the sense of foreboding that settled in your gut no matter how much you tried to focus on the show.

In the middle of another song, Shriek broke into a howl as a giant drill emerged through his chest, spraying the crowd with blood again. Except, this time you weren’t so sure it was fake. No one else seemed to care. The carnage only electrified the people around you as they roared and cheered when Shriek collapsed near the microphone stand, his guts hanging off the stage. The floor beneath you shook at the crowd’s riotous stomping and jumping at the scene they’d just witnessed. When you looked up at the stage, you were horrified to see him. Gore hung from the end of his drill-tipped guitar, splattering the crowd as he revved it, keeping eye contact with you and grinning slyly at your disbelief. 

He leaned into the mic, the corners of his lips curling into a cat-like grin as he announced with a swoon-worthy croon, “This is dedicated to the one I love.”

Then he pointed right at you.

The energy in the room shifted to a tangible malignancy, or maybe it was your own panic as you tried to push and shove your way out of the crowd. Instead, you only found yourself being forced closer to the stage, his romance-laced innuendos and skillful guitar strumming overwhelmed your senses and made your skin crawl. It felt like the whole crowd was in on his scheme to get you.

With each song you were shoved closer, and closer, until for the first time since he manifested in your dreams, you were able to reach out and touch him.

Was he even real?

You were dizzy by the time the show ended, hardly able to protest when you were manhandled and told something about wanting to be seen backstage.

“I want details!” Marcie shouted, oblivious to your plight as the rent-a-cop shuffled you away from her. 

Backstage was a stretch. More like a narrow hallway with a utility closet and a small, graffiti-covered room that had been requisitioned by the bands. The door to the makeshift dressing room slammed behind you when you stumbled inside. He was waiting there for you, sitting on a grungy looking red velvet couch, his leather-clad legs spread wide open. His jacket was discarded in the corner of the room, revealing the sheen of sweat and blood that coated his body.

Your eyes drifted to his drill, large and intimidating, with a red tip that looked angry against its large shaft. You could’ve sworn you saw it twitch a bit, and recoiled at the thought of it penetrating you. 

With a click of his tongue, he drew your attention back to him. Raising his hand, he beckoned you over to him with a curl of his index and middle fingers. You felt a jolt rush through your core at the motion. Almost involuntarily, you approached until the points of your kitten heels touched the tips of his steel-toed boots.

“How’d you like the show, baby?” he asked.

“It was…a lot.”

“It was all for you.”

“Yeah…” you trailed off, blatantly ogling the bulge straining against his tight pants.

He grinned, thrusting up toward your face. “Could use a little help, sugar,” he crooned, eyes dangerous as he palmed his crotch. “Don’t be cruel to a heart that’s true.”

You let out a shaky breath in response, and proceeded to sit on his lap. He threw his head back, groaning at the sensation of your weight on him. Tangling your fingers in his slicked black hair, you pressed yourself closer to him, kissing his neck as you rolled your hips against his. You nipped at his throat when you felt his cock twitch against your pussy.

“Goddamn, baby,” he moaned. “Gimme more of that.”

Rolling your hips again, you let out a soft whimper at the friction from his pants on your clit. It was as if a switch flipped inside you, desperation flooding your senses as you chased your pleasure, grinding against him, almost embarrassed at the sounds your wet pussy was making as it rubbed against his hard cock. 

Your breathing shallowed, muscles ached as you rutted against him, feeling yourself getting closer to orgasm. For a moment, it felt like he was only there for you to use, to get off with like some living, leather-wrapped sex toy. Maybe he was. You weren’t thinking clearly enough to question it.

“Wanna go all the way with you, baby,” he forced out. “Wanna make you mine.”

You moaned at that. “Yours.”

You swiftly shifted so you could pull off your panties, tossing them aside on the couch. He undid his pants, his leaking cock springing free from its leather confines. Your pussy involuntarily clenched at the size of him, and your eyes frantically met his smug face. 

He reached between you, his fingers stroking your sensitive pussy. “Cat got your tongue?”

You kissed him again, more teeth and tongue than before as you lifted your hips, slowly lowering yourself onto his cock and whimpering into his mouth at how it stretched you mercilessly. You caught his bottom lip in your teeth, biting down a little too hard and drawing blood, but he took it in stride, licking it from his lips.

He sung your praises, his hands firmly on your hips as he guided you, your pussy taking all of him. His five o’clock shadow scratched at your sensitive skin as he pressed kisses to your neck and shoulders. 

“Fuck!” you cried out as you bounced on his dick, your cervix pounded by his length. Your vision blurred with tears, thighs burning as you kept riding him. So close. “I—I’m gonna—“

“That’s it, sugar. Come for me.”

Your orgasm rolled through you, rocking your hips against his as you held onto his shoulders to steady yourself. Your pussy pulsed around his cock, and you could feel his hot cum fill you as your body milked his seed from him. He was vocal when he came, your name practically echoing throughout the room in a perverse melody.

Riding out your orgasm, you shuddered against him, feeling his soft, spent cock still buried inside you. 

“That was…are you real?” you asked breathlessly.

“In dreams you’re mine, all the time,” he answered cryptically, kissing you with a disarming tenderness.

[dark-elf-writes]

So I vaguely feel like Present Mic gets the wrong idea about Izumi and and soon as Aizawa comes back wanting to bleach his brain and immediately starts trying to hand Izumi condoms at every available moment. Midnight twigs on and is like oh honey noooo that's a whole ass lesbian.

Izumi being party girl paladin is so righhhttt, she has thighs that could kill and ox and hubris that could kill a God when she's drunk and will take no shit from anyone. I feel like Dabi has to reign her in (mainly so she can get laid) while Shiggy is just happy to watch the chaos unfold (she really likes to lick blood off Izumis knuckles). I feel like the day after Izumi would feel very conflicted because on the one hand the guys were being a piece of shit, but just the lingering guilt of resorting to violence as a girl (despite to cognitive dissonance of this is literally what she is going to school to do, solve problems with violence).

Also pleassseee your comment on AFO being to obsessed just is so much creepier in this verse. I just am going feral with ideas here. Also this and Izumi reminding All Might of Nana, this I feel like would super traumatise him when AFO resurfaces because he is just waiting to watch Nana die all over again. And maaaannn what would Torino think of Izumi??? Especially after the Stain encounter and Izumis weed smoking girlfriends showing up.

Both Dabi and Shiggy are fully there for a not insignificant amount of Izumi Brand Chaos which fully includes watching her beat the shit out of assholes in the skimpiest little outfits (and the sex afterwards while Izumi tries to work through the still lingering anger in the only way she knows how) but Dabi is the one that is… marginally more responsible. Sometimes. Kinda. She is at least the one that makes sure none of them get arrested though she dances dangerously close to the line… particularly when it comes to public indecency charges.

Definitely at the start Izumi is conflicted about it. She keeps staring at her busted knuckles and wondering if she’s no better than a villain (than Bakugou) but reminds herself over and over that All Might wouldn’t have let some guy harass girls at the club either… even if he didn’t break a table with one of them. It’s harder to shake the voice in her head that sounds a lot like her mother’s hissing at her for not being a proper lady.

Oh there’s some wild possibilities with AfO for both Shiggy and Izumi and absolutely none of them are good.

That’s a big part of All Might’s side of their weird relationship. He’s so terrified of failing her, of losing another Nana, that he can’t help but try to get too close and distance himself at the same time.

Torino… I’m torn between him also having the weird “Nana all over again” vibes or being an older hero knowing that “heroics” isn’t all black and white and understanding Izumi a lot more than anyone else ever could. Maybe both tbh.

[nintendogswitch]

The other day this really cute trans girl I've been talking to on Discord said in passing that I have "a really cute voice" and I can't stop replaying it in my head and kicking my little legs in glee.

Specifically we were in a voice call with a few other people and she said (in reference to a friend who's been too shy to talk on mic because of their vocal dysphoria, as I was just a few days earlier), "Well Fib was too shy to talk on VC and she has a really cute voice, so I bet [x] has a cute voice too." And my heart fluttered for a second.

I have such vocal dysphoria that for the first two years of socially transitioning I did not show my voice to anyone that didn't already know me before my transition. I've just recently started coming out of my shell and talking to people on voice calls, first with my gf and then that got me comfortable with talking others that I don't know as well. It has been immensely validating to meet other women who like me not in spite of but often specifically because of my voice.

They have not seen pictures of me, and they know I'm early in transition and haven't done much to change my presentation, so I know they're not imagining me as some idealized model. All they have to go on is my voice and my personality, and time and time again, based on that alone, they are attracted to me.

Though I probably will in the future, I haven't done any voice training. I will occasionally change my inflection a bit, but when relaxed and speaking in casual conversation, it's just the same deep voice I've always had and always hated. Except now I'm getting compliments and making women cum with that voice, so it's quickly becoming easier to see it as a trait that doesn't need fixing.

I had so much stress and embarrassment about it, and this whole time there was literally nothing to be afraid of. And the best part is now I'm starting to wonder, what other anxieties might be unfounded?

(Oh, and if you're wondering how I got over it after years of hiding my voice, it was the same thing that did it with both my gf and the other girl I just met. They just got me so horny that my dysphoria brain got drowned out by the part of my brain yelling, "Let her hear your whimpers and moans! You know you want to and it will turn her on!" So right before I came I unmuted my mic and did just that. You would be surprised how that shatters the ice. After that it was like a curse was lifted, because in both cases we've been talking ever since, like it was never even a problem, and now I'm just able to talk to new people, no orgasm necessary. I literally nutted the dysphoria out. Queer sex, is there anything you can't do?)

[jakeysbuttsheeks]

Godfather v111

18+ mdni

Warnings : profanity, mature themes, sexual content, fingering, unprotected sex , asshole Jake , drunk Jake , puking , other shit

Pairings: Jake x fem reader ft. Ethan

You didn't know how you slept last night with your mind running with thoughts , Wondering what Jake's problem was. You had to ask him. He couldn't avoid it and pretend it didn't happen forever .

You went downstairs, finding Jake grabbing his stuff to leave for work.

"Jake" you say as you quickly grabbed your stuff too .

"yeah?" He asks as he opens the door to leave and you run after him. He was your only ride to work . And he didn't even bother to make sure you ate breakfast. You'd didn't care about that right now. You wanted answers.

"can we talk about last n-" you start to talk as he walks out the front door to the car with you following behind him.

"y|n-!" He stops and turns to face you, making you stop and stare at him.

"I told you already. We were drunk. Forget it" he says and you feel anger run through you , your chest rising and falling heavily.

"forget it!? Do you know what that meant to me!? You know we weren't drunk Jake! You're just a fucking asshole!" You scream loud enough for the neighborhood to hear.

"lower your voice" Jake says sternly but you know Jake could do nothing to do even if he tried .

"fuck you" you squint in irritation as you walks past him.

"where are you going?" He asks as you start walking down the street instead of getting in the car.

"I'm leaving" you say as you march down the street , heading to the nearest bus stand.

"leaving where?" Jake yells as he walks after you .

"I'm finding a place to move out. I'm 18 Jake , did you forget?" You snap at him as you walk away. Jake realised you were old enough to do what you wanted to do now , and that he legally had no way to stop you anymore.

He got into his car and drove to work , hoping to forget about it. But he couldn't get his mind off you. As he sat there in the studio with his brothers, mindlessly playing the guitar, all he could think of was you and everything that happened.

"alright Jake what the fuck!?" Josh screams , almost throwing his mic at Jake as Jake braced for impact.

"you've been playing like shit , what the fuck is wrong with you?' Sam asks as the music stops .

"y|n didn't come to work today. What did you do?" Josh asks , making Sam and danny frown in confusion.

"i- nothing-! It's not that simple Josh it's complicated!" Jake defended.

"wait what-? What's going on with y|n ?" Sam asks , equally as lost as danny.

"they like eachother but Jake's a fucking pussy" Josh answers.

"what!?" Sam and danny almost say in sync.

"I'm not a pussy! I just can't betray Mike! We grew up with y|n like she was our baby sister Josh , it's weird!" Jake yells.

"well , not really if you think about it" danny says.

"I've seen people fuck their own siblings" Sam says out of nowhere making everyone yell at him to shut up.

"that's not the point- I can't do this to Mike" Jake says.

"Mike's not here anymore Jake" danny adds .

"exactly" Josh agrees.

"Who's going to think about how Mike left us and what he did to us when he od'd ? He didn't care" Sam shrugs.

"he's got a point" danny nods.

"and the both of you actually like eachother to the point it can't be denied. That's rare Jake" Josh says.

"she's always had a crush on you" danny recollects and Sam y nods at him.

"fuck but I just-" Jake sighs as he wiped his palm over his face .

"stop stressing Jake. She wants you and you want her , stop trying to deny it" Josh points out.

"yeah well she sure as hell doesn't want me anymore" Jake speak with a sigh.

"what do you mean? Why didn't she come to work today?" Josh asks.

"she went to look for a place to move out" Jake answers and Josh burst into laughter.

"what the fuck did you do?" Josh asks , still laughing.

"well , after I spoke to you on the phone I went up to talk to her. And I might've kissed her and then told her to forget it like it never happened" Jake answers.

"oh my god" Josh dramatically holds his head in disappointment.

"kissed her!?" Sam asks in shock .

"yeah. After y'all left last night, we were playing around and then she kissed me out of nowhere. And I didn't kiss her back so she panicked and started apologizing and saying she was drunk. And then I called up Josh to ask him what to do and-" Jake explains .

"oh don't blame this on me you bastard!" Josh points at him.

"I'm not!" Jake snaps back before turning back to Sam and danny to explain everything.

"holy shit. You're stupid Jake" Sam laughs at the whole story but danny seems to sympathise .

"yeah no you really are" danny says sympsthically. And jake groans in frustration. .

"what am I supposed to do? I've made such a mess of the whole thing" Jake asks as he stares at the floor .

"stop making such a big deal out of it . What happened to the Jake that could pick up chick by just looking at them?" Danny smirks.

"she's not just some chick danny" Jake says .

"stop being a drama queen . just grow some and tell her everything. She'll understand" Josh says.

"yeah. I'm sure she will" danny adds.

"now shut the fuck up and play goddamn it" Sam snaps as he starts picking at his bass , danny coming in with his drums to pick up where y'all left off .

You'd called up Ethan to help you and drive you around. And Ethan happily came to help you, thinking you wanted to get back together with him .

He had been sweet and helpful tho . He helped you find a nice apartment that suited your budget, all you had to do was sign some papers and you could move in. Ethan had bough you lunch after and insisted on driving you home.

Ethan was great. But he wasn't Jake. As much as you tired to get comfortable with him, it would never feel as special as what you and Jake have.

"where's your uh...uncle?" Ethan asks as you let him into the house after offering him entry.

"ew not my uncle. Godfather" you say as you take your shoes off.

"he's still at work. He comes back late so don't worry" you say as you turn to him and he smiles at you.

"why would I be worried?" He smirks.

"I know you. You'll bone every chance you get" you say as you lightly punch his shoulder and he giggles slightly, holding your waist as pulling you into a kiss .

"you know me so well" he says against you lips as you feel him push his hard on against your thigh. He'd probably been hard for a very long time . One of the things you realised about Ethan was that he only wanted to fuck , And you were of no use to him otherwise.

You didn't really want to fuck Ethan right now. But you needed to get your mind off Jake. So technically, the both of you were using eachother. You hoped it was what you needed.

You were wrong.

You were barely wet enough for Ethan to be able to do anything , he played with your clit to try and get you in the mood but Jake was the one lingering in your head. You closed your eyes and imagined Jake touching you instead.

"there you go baby" Ethan praises as he feels you start to get soaked.

Once you were wet enough he started fucking you again, his cock hitting you strong and deep as he kissed your neck , the two of you panting as the bed creaked with your movement and you were finally feeling something.

Jake came home , immediately noticing the foreign pair of men's shoes before hearing the creaking and panting that came from your room upstairs , making his blood boil .

"fuck! J-ethan!" You wailed as you reached your high . You almost called out Jake's name but Ethan was too busy in his own world to notice.

Until the door burst open and Ethan grabbed whatever he could to cover himself, leaving you panting and exposed on the bed.

"what the fuck Jake!?" You scream and you grab your sheets to cover yourself as Ethan quickly threw on his clothes.

"I'm sorry uh- mr.-" Ethan stuttered as he tried to get past Jake to go out of your room .

"Get the fuck out of here" Jake yells at Ethan as Ethan makes a run for it down the stairs.

"what the fuck is wrong with you!? You're not my father Jake!" What the fuck is your problem!?" You scream as you pull your tshirt over your head and grab your pants

"my problem is that I don't want some fucking cocksucker fucking the girl I'm responsible for, in my own fucking house! Were y'all even using a condom!?" Jake yells back .

"Fine then I'll move out next week if you want me gone so bad! And since when did you care ? As if you're not some cocksucker that just wants to bang me anyway" you scoff and then immediately regret what you said.

jake visibly looked like he got shot right through the heart. His face turned red as his eyes got glossy with tears before he stormed out your door , you heard the front door slam shut not long after that.

It broke your heart to see Jake like that . He was being a bitch though. You didn't understand what his problem was. One moment he wanted to act like your father and the next moment he wanted to be your boyfriend.

You dressed up and went downstairs to wait for Jake to come back so you could apologize to him . You knew Jake didn't just want to fuck you. He would never. You should've never said that.

Hours had passed and jake was still not back. You were starting to pass out on the couch , but you were worried about him and that kept you up. You called and texted but he didn't respond or pick up.

Jake came home drunk , tripping and staggering into the house .

You'd dropped off with your phone in your hand and Jake's contact open. Jake's heart melted at the sight. He knew you only said what you said because you were mad at him for kissing you and asking you to pretend it didn't happen, but the fact that you said it meant that you felt it too. And he hated that you felt like he was just interested in boning you.

You woke up to the sound of someone gagging. You immediately sat up , remembering you were supposed to stay awake for Jake.

"Jake?" You call as you went into his room , the door was wide open and so was his bathroom door.

"fuck Jake are you okay?!" You gasp when you see him on his knees , puking his guts out while gripping onto the ceramic of the flush. You could smell the alcohol from a mile away.

You immediately run in to help him , holding his hair up in a makeshift pony as you caressed his back but he kept pushing you away . He didn't want you to see him like this . But what did he expect you to do ? Walk away and leave you like this?

You stay with him till there was nothing left for him to puke out and tears brimmed his eyes with the pain of his stomach contracting so much.

"here c'mon" you murmur as you help him off the bathroom floor , and leaned him over the sink to gargle out his mouth.

"I'll get you water okay?" You say and he nods before you scurry out of his bathroom while he continued to rinse out his mouth.

You came back with water and he drank it all, taking in a deep shaky breath after . He wasn't very drunk , but he wasn't quite sober either .

"I feel horrible" Jake breathes as he sets the glass down on the sink counter and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand

"You should lie down till you feel better-" you say as you hold his hand to help him out of the bathroom.

"No I mean I feel horrible about us. About this" Jake pulls his hand out of yours. You feel your face get hot as you look down.

"Maybe we should talk about this when you're more sober" you say.

"The alcohol just gives me courage y|n. It doesn't make up the words for me" Jake speaks sternly.

"Alright" you nod , having confidence that Jake meant what he said .

"what was that up there with Ethan?" He asks , resting his hip on the sink as he turned to you who was mirroring his position next to him while he pulled out a cigarette and lit in his mouth .

"i- I don't know- nothing I guess?" You answer as you watch him breathe in a puff to get rid of the sick puking feeling.

"no because I just want to make sure before I say what I want to say" Jake says, smoke gushing out of his mouth and nose . You found it hard to maintain eye contact with him in moments like this.

"it was nothing. Just casual" you shake your head.

"okay" he says softly , taking another hit before killing the cigarette on the cold tile , shifting the side of his hip against the counter before reaching out to hold your hand. You instinctively let him take it

"i don't know why you kissed me , and I don't know if you regret. But I'm just going to go out and say that I don't regret it." Jake starts and you feel your chest get tight and your stomach erupt with butterflies .

"I didn't wanna say anything because I don't know what you'd feel about it. I was scared you'd think I'm some perverted fuck , but that's exactly what you think of me anyway-" he says , you could hear the hurt in his voice.

"no Jake I didn't mean that. I was rude and horrible. I know that's not what you are. I just said it out of anger. I really don't think that of you, I swear" you interrupt him desperately.

"it doesn't matter. I acted like a dick and I'm sorry. And I'm sorry if I made you feel stupid" Jake spoke , shaking his head slightly as he stared at the bathroom tiles on the floor .

"and I did mean to kiss you , i wasn't fucking around. I just felt too guilty about it so I asked you to forget it. You'd understand why, your dad was my friend" Jake explains and you nod , looking at him with concern.

"i don't regret it either Jake. I think about you all the time it's making me go mad" you confess as his eyes met yours.

"I know it's wrong and I know it feels like betrayal but I just- I can't help what I feel can I?" You ask.

"no sweetie. You can't" Jake says , the nickname unexpectedly giving you chills as his free hand came up to tuck your hair behind your ear as he looked at you in adoration.

"do you know how happy it makes me that you feel the same way?" He asks and you shake your head.

"of course you wouldn't" Jake muttered to himself as he smiled and looked away , his cheeks were clearly tinted pink.

"I'm tired of all the tension and hiding Jake. I don't wanna keep pushing this away anymore" you say as you unintentionally lean in closer.

"are you saying you wanna-" Jake talks but you cut him off .

"Yes" you interrupt , adreline rushing through you, Your heart thumping excitedly in your chest.

"are you sure?" He asks , looking at you in concern and lacing his fingers with your hand that he held.

"what about Ethan?" Jake asks.

"I dont care about Ethan" you tsk in annoyance and look away before a slight shy smile plastered across his face.

"c'mere" he wraps his free hand behind your back and pulls you into him , wrapping both his arms around you as you did the same for him.

You took a deep smell of his cologne from his shirt , although it had a strong liquor smell as well , you still loved it .

You felt him press a kiss on the top of your head and you broke the hug slightly to look up at him , silently begging him to kiss your lips instead.

He knew what you wanted , his eyes falling to your lips before leaning in and pressing a kiss against your lips. You closed your eyes as you melted into the feeling, your hand went up to hold the back of his neck as you tilted your head , moving further into the kiss .

But he fought back into it , kissing you harder as your mouths opened to catch more of eachother lips. You hummed against his mouth as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

His hands went down to your ass making you panic before he picked you up and sat you on the sink counter in a second , standing between your legs and kissing you even harder , hot with hunger and passion, his eyebrows pinched together in bliss.

You could feel his palms burning into your skin through your clothes from the placement he had on your hips as you fell into his lips , feeling his tongue licking at your lip between the kiss.

You slipped your tongue into his mouth when he opened it wide enough. His tongue played with your piercing that was now almost fully healed , he seemed to like it more than you thought.

You'd wrapped your legs around his waist , arching your chest into his as you bunched his hair up in your fists .

You got desperate when you felt him breaking the kiss , only to pepper kissed along your jaw before going behind your ear , sucking on the sensitive skin , making you roll your eyes back and stretch out your neck for him .

You could feel the curve of his lips against your skin and it felt breath taking. You couldn't help the soft gasp that left you as he sucked harder on your skin.

He lifted up and you crashed your lips against his again , his hands came up to cup your face while you tightened your legs around his waist to pull him closer but he kept moving his hips back.

He picked you off the counter and stumbled out of the bathroom, almost tripping and dropping you in his drunk state , making you squeal against his lips but he rested himself on the door frame before he could fall.

The two of you burst into a hearty giggle against eachothers lips , still not willing to break the kiss as he continued out of the bathroom, laying you gently on the bed as he fell on top on you.

You refused to unwrap your legs from around him , never wanting him to seperate from him as he peppered kissed all over your face. But you could feel he wasn't comfortable, he was hesitant.

"Jake" you call softly as he lifts up his head at you.

"i really didn't mean what I said" you cup his face and jake sighs, knowing you'd read his mind and sensed his guilt.

"i don't want you to feel like that's what I want from you y|n" Jake says , his voice heavy.

"i don't Jake. I'm sorry I said that" you lift up and kiss his cheek and he felt goosebumps erupt around the area.

"baby-" he looks at you shaking his head.

"i know you Jake. you're not like that. And I'm sorry I said you were , I just wanted to hurt you because I was hurt. And that was immature of me. Please don't let it get to your head" you say , still cupping his face over yours.

"i would never have intentions to use you like that y|n. I love you" Jake confesses . Your eyes widened and your heart sank.

"so much" Jake continues in a whisper , his eyes fluttering all over your face , studying the way you were turning red .

"I love you too Jake" you admit , almost like it's been too long that you'd kept that to yourself for.

A smile pulls across his face before he pecked your lips and turned to lie on his back next to you , pulling you to lie on his chest .

You kiss him again , your chest pressed over his. You could feel his heart thumping. His soft warm pink lips felt like cloud 9. You would do anything for him .

You wrapped your leg around his waist and lay on his chest , his breathing making you rise and fall along with it as you payed attention to his heartbeat, your face nuzzled into the side of his neck . He smelt so good.

"don't move out" he says , his voice almost begging. Caressing your back with the arm he had wrapped around you .

"I don't want to" you mumble into his neck and he smiles to himself again, holding you tighter.

NEXT PART

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[marunalu]

Hi. What do you think about new chapter?

Honestly? For the most part I was just bored. As much as I love that izuku got his arms back, you can see that the only reason why hori let him lose them in the first place was to shock the readers. This is the same bullcrap he did with bakugous fake death. To let him get "killed" just to let him get resurrected in the very next chapter.

It was clear izuku would get his arms back, but at least it should have lastet a few chapters to show readers how serious the whole situation is. There are no stakes in this "war". The good guys dont die and if they get injured a "wonder" happens so they will not die or end up terrible disabled for the rest of their lives. And just like I said after the latest chapter, deux ex machina eri is the one who saves the day of course.

Again, it was clear izuku would get his arms back and that it would be eris doing. Thats not my problem. My problem is that I dont like it when an author writes shocking scenes simply just for the shock value and to trend on twitter and not because its important for the story. Thats horrible and lazy writing and just screams "I want attention!"

An other problem I have is that eri can simply just "cut her horn off" it seems. By that logic there was never a reason for chisaki to abuse eri like he did. He could have simply waited till the horn was big enough and then cut it off and I dont think chisaki was to dumb to not realize that by himself. I dont know if it means that eri is kinda quirkless from now on, but knowing hori I wouldnt bet on it and I think the horn will just grow back. I also dont like how eri calls bakugou "kacchan." We never see them interacting in the manga or that they formed a relationship. As far as I know only in the light novels in which eri is scared of him they interact. I just dont think hori should put things that happen in other medias like the light novels or movies in the manga, because it could confuse people that only have read the manga and nothing else.

About the whole kurogiri vs aizawa and mic interaction. The whole thing just startet so I guess we will see an other flashback so I cant say much about it yet. I just wished hori would stop skipping whole fights of other characters just because he likes to focus on bakugou instead by giving him TWO fights! Bakugou has enough spotlight, other characters deserve it more and not just flashback fights.

I liked though that it was mentioned that eri is learning from aizawa and thinks rational like him, so thats why she cut her horn just like he did cut his leg off. Its also cute how she mentioned that she wants to become a singer like jiro. The only other thing I liked was that afomura is starting to look more like the original afo now, because thats a thing I was wondering if it will happen. Him looking exactly like his original body and then fighting izuku would be great.

All in all the chapter was meeehhhh from what I have seen so far. Its funny because I hated the last chapter at first because the spoilers and translation were worded so bad but now I actually quite like it. For this chapter I dont feel much except maybe bored and annoyance over hori writing shock moments that dont mean anything but to shock his readers. I simply dont like it when authors do that.

[suhnshinehaos]

treacherous : act three, part thirteen

…a spin-off to crush culture ! synopsis : after a couple of instances of accidental matching clothing, yangyang finds himself in a dating rumor with possibly the most famous person on campus : yn, the bassist of an up and coming band. yangyang doesn’t seem to have a problem with it. unfortunately yn, who has also built up a reputation for being cold as winter, does. pairing : liu yangyang x gn!reader genre/s : university au, student council + band au, fluff, angst, humor

act three, part thirteen : sparks wc : 1.5k song rec : sparks by coldplay

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yangyang wades through the crowded room with only one goal in mind : finding you.

the air is thick with idle chatter and the low hum of an instrumental of a dreamvision song playing over the speaker. the press conference had ended just about ten minutes ago, and all he could think of was the fact that you were going on tour. 

the first thing he felt was pride. you had come a long way from playing events at your university. he loved seeing you perform on stage, doing what you do best, with a smile on your face and light in your eye. he loves watching you, but not nearly as much as he loves you.

precisely why the second emotion, and the one that’s currently filling his veins in panic, is fear. yangyang knows what he feels. it’s the one thing he’s always been sure of. he knows how he felt in the weeks the two of you worked on a random project in your final year of university. he knows how he felt when he cut off contact with you, even if it was the last thing he wanted to do. he knows how he felt when you walked back into his life a year after.

but you’re about to leave. you had told him how you felt before he cut you off. now he wonders if he could finally speak his mind and heart, and if you still had space for him in yours.  

“hello everyone.”

dejun’s voice cuts off his train of thought, his attention now towards a makeshift stage. it had been used for the press conference earlier, and he had been so focused in finding you that he didn’t even notice that instruments were being set up.

yangyang notices you scanning the crowd, looking for someone.

and when your gaze meets his, he knows that you found what you’ve been looking for. because he did too. 

he raises a hand to let you know that he sees you.

you nod back with a small smile, letting you know that you see him before you turn your head towards dejun.

“we hope you’re enjoying the night so far, we just wanted to perform a couple of song off our new album. out later at midnight.”

yangyang watches you play the bass for four songs. he notices when you close your eyes, completely lost in the feeling of the songs - a couple upbeat and freeing, a couple angry and cathartic. he notices when you turned your body towards your bandmates, mouthing the words dejun and mark were singing. you were electric, you belonged on stage. 

if anyone’s eyes were on him instead of the band, the would have noticed the stars in his eyes.

“this will be our last song for tonight. you can hear the rest when the album drops.”

yangyang hears you speak into the mic, the first time since you started performing. you end with a little laugh, looking down at your instrument before looking up to meet his eyes; like you knew exactly where he would be in the crowd.

because you did. 

you let out an exhale as one of the stagehands gives dejun his acoustic. he nods at you before strumming the beginning chords.

“i hope you like this one.” you speak before playing your part, your voice shakes at the word you. for a second you remember the softness in yangyang’s gaze, you know you aren’t referring to the crowd. you take a breath, and you begin to sing,  

‘ did i drive you away ? ’

you catch a glimpse of the time you two studied at ncit, at all the times you blatantly ignored his attempts of becoming your friend. you remember pushing him away, up until he brought food and medicine to your apartment when you had a headache. 

and you remember the time he was the one who pushed you away, but you couldn’t blame him either. you, more than anyone, knew what it meant to be with someone in the public eye. 

‘ i’ll always look out for you ’

dejun’s voice joins yours and you can’t help but remember the day he walked in your shared apartment, asking if you knew that yangyang was now working in a magazine. you subtly shake your head as the flashback goes on for farther, to the time you distanced yourself from him because of all the hate he was getting.

‘ my heart is yours, it’s you that i hold onto ’

you close your eyes, sing the words as sincerely as you can, hoping the words get through to the only person who’s meant to hear them.

he does, and yangyang feels his chest clench at the weight of his own emotions.

‘ yeah, i saw sparks ’

the moments flash by your eyes in one giant supercut : from the moment he stepped into the classroom with a hoodie that matched yours to the moment he shook your hand when the interview ended, the way his hand held yours a little tighter, for a few seconds longer.

the song ends and both of you are breathless, looking at no one else but the other. you knew there are cameras around, but you couldn’t care less about them.

you get off stage and immediately make a bee-line for him, politely declining conversations from reporters and other celebrities alike. your eyes search far and wide for his familiar face, your steps growing faster and heavier with each passing second. you don’t even notice that you were practically running into someone, causing you to stumble back.

“hey, i got you.” yangyang steadies you with his hands on your shoulders, and he doesn’t let go even as you’re now standing perfectly still.

you’re breathless, looking into his eyes. “i was looking for you.”

“i’m here.” he chuckles. “you can stop looking.”

“i know. it’s crowded here, don’t you think?” you shrug off his hands from your shoulders and walk past him, hoping that he follows you.

very subtle, he thinks to himself and shakes his head with a smile, but he follows you anyways.

you lead him to the company building’s rooftop. no cameras, no press, no label staff. just you and him, and the bright stars shining down to watch the two of you. instinctively you wrap your arms around yourself. the air is harsh and cold, and the nearly sheer dark-blue shirt your stylists gave you wasn’t doing you any favors.

you feel something draped around your shoulders, and almost immediately the comforting scent of yangyang’s perfume engulfs you. 

he stuffs his hands in the pockets of his slacks, standing beside you. “your presence is warmth enough.”

you roll your eyes and nudge his side with your own, before you could open your mouth to speak, he turns to you to ask a question.

“when are you leaving? for tour.”

“couple of days from now, but there’s still a lot to do… so this is technically my last night of freedom.”

“how long will it be?”

“a few months. there’s already a demand for additional shows.”

yangyang lets out a low whistle, turning his head towards the several buildings that surrounded the two of you. the lights are nearly blinding, the city below is alive, but it’s your arm brushing against his that overwhelms him.

“when you get back, i’m taking you out on a date.”

you look at him, and if he had looked back at you, he would have seen the complete shock on your face. he doesn’t, it is only you who sees the completely determined look on his face.

“it’s going to be long wait.” your voice falters. almost immediately you’re worried. the timing. the distance. everything else in between. while you could call and text every day, there’s no guarantee of that. and it wouldn’t be the same.

yangyang looks back at you, his gaze the gentlest you’ve ever seen, you feared you would melt on the spot. “i can wait. anyone who feels the way i do about you, as strong as i do, could wait an entire lifetime.” 

“i-” your words get caught in the back of your throat, not expecting that amount of overwhelming earnestness from him. this wasn’t the same yangyang you knew in university. you know it, and he knows it too. he’s grown into the person you need, and he’s not leaving any time soon.   

he drapes an arm around your shoulders and pulls you closer, planting a soft kiss to your temple. his lips hover just a couple of centimeters from your ear, his voice a low whisper, “i’ll be waiting for you, so come home to me. okay?”

you pull away from him the slightest bit, only enough so he could see your face and the sincerity in your eyes, “i’ll come home to you.”

from reese, with love <3

gy3 my beloveds,,,, to be loved like the way they love each other.... that is THE DREAM !! tysm for reading, only a couple more parts left for this series. as always, i'd love to know what you think- your thoughts/rbs/replies/asks are much appreciated ! hope you're all doing well and taking care :)

[aichi-division]

𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐚'𝐬 𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐢𝐫𝐬

Narrated by Shouta Takeda

Part 1: The beginning

Talking about my past is something I'm not used to. I don't think it's really an interesting topic, I mean, I don't think talking about a guy who was always abused by his family and never had a shred of luck in years is something entertaining for the public... shit, I'm sounding like a victim again.

Anyway, maybe this is an opportunity to express what I always tend to hide. I think my colleagues and friends deserve some kind of explanation as to why I am the way I am.

I lived most of my childhood in the downtown area of Tokyo. My family owns a major home appliance company, so you understand, they shit money. Having a lot of money necessarily implies complying with certain guidelines and standards. A bad management of the family economy implies a bad image to the public and my parents were very aware of this issue.

Yes, now you may wonder how someone like me could live such a luxurious life and end up a bum. The answer is quite simple, I broke the rules. Breaking things is something I've always been good at, honestly. My sin was to choose a path that my family despises. My mother, especially, could never look me in the eye after I confessed to her my interest in the arts.

"We raised you to be a Takeda, to be a future leader of our companies. You're so fucking ungrateful."

My parents and siblings have a very simple way to solve this type of problem. It's like when they serve you a menu you don't like at the restaurant. You just throw it away, stand up and walk away. Clearly I was able to pursue a career in the arts, but the cost was losing my entire family.

I was discarded as a piece of trash with no future and with the money I was entitled to by inheritance, I paid for my studies, lodging and any other stupid expenses that came my way. What I didn't see coming was my own inability to excel at the one thing I loved in this life.

Competing against a host of artists who clearly had greater talent and capabilities was something I had never considered. It was like a direct punch in the face. Honestly, it didn't hurt to lose my family, but it did hurt to give them the reason and satisfaction of my failure.

It is an indescribable rage, as if there were fire in my veins and I could not breathe without feeling like breaking everything. From there, everything began to fall into a hole, infinite, dark, impossible to get out of.

In all that chaos, I made several friends with the same bad luck as me, although they were burdened with something I didn't have at the time: addictions. I started with soft drugs, weed, nicotine…. But within a few months I was relying on methamphetamines, cocaine and starting on a path to heroin.

It's not something I'm proud to talk about. It was a hard time, where many times I behaved like a maniac. I convinced myself that the only way to be happy was through those syringes. It took me a long time to realize that reality was far from the mental construction I had of myself.

There was a time when things, our society, the norm had changed quite a bit. Women in power, competition, a new order of which I could understand little, as I was too stoned to realize it. I was living in a haze, in slow motion, living one second at a time, while everything was going to shit.

And it was there that I met the people to whom I owe my life: Issey and Eiji.

They found me in the Aichi district, who knows how, sitting on the sidewalk, humming some song while going through the worst hangover of my life. When they approached me, I really thought they would be one of those punk kids with their urge to beat up bums, pure Clockwork Orange style. What a surprise I got when I realized that they actually wanted to talk to me and recruit me in some so-called rap battles and I don't know what the fuck.

"I like your voice, do you know how to rap? It's not very difficult, you just have to have a good use of words and use a mic to…" Issey kept talking, so energetic and genuine that he sounded like a walking sunshine that would burn any bitter person like me.

“I don't know what the fuck you're talking about, kid.” I said, trying to decipher something that made sense out of all that monologue.

I think in the meantime, Eiji whispered something about me being a drug addict and that they shouldn't come near me, but Issey was very persistent. I actually smile every time I remember that moment. Things have changed a lot since that day.

Issey and Eiji became what I could really call a family. Being older, I had to take responsibility for their well-being and that forced me to change many aspects of myself, starting with rehabilitation.

The light of those two children made me realize a completely different path from what I had proposed and, above all, an opportunity to be a better version of me. I really hope that if Issey and Eiji read this, they know that I love them dearly and that I am very grateful and proud to be able to be their leader.

...ugh, I got sentimental again.

Anyway, I started living life again, starting all over again. I met a lot of people, started and ended relationships, fought a guy for a condom…. I think I'm at my peak.

I know this is the first part of a series of memoirs I should write later, but I think this pretty much sums up the road I've traveled to be who I am now. I'm not a cool guy, far from it.

But I am grateful for what I have.