#you‘re STRANGE you’re WEIRD

[cowboylikesel]

trying to make the new gay character into some kind of predator is definitely the way to go guys👍 keep up the good work on your journey to Good Representation👍

[shamelessliarkickapow]

Arrvatarr! The Last Arrbender! Ch 2, part 3/3

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Rated M Zutara pirates AU: Prince Zuko has been taken hostage by a pack of goofball pirates. The situation is not as funny to him as it seems to be to others involved.

Ch 2, Part 3/3

Zuko stood on the strange, steel-lined deck of the pirate ship, clutching his pitiful armful of possessions and watching from afar as the metalbender ripped his hull apart. It was surreal. He had lived on that ship for more than a third of his life and now it was on its way down to the ocean floor. Never again would he run sets with his soldiers on deck. Never again would he scour the horizon from the control tower. (His spyglass was another casualty lost to Sokka’s incredibly deep pockets.) Never again would he storm through those close steel hallways…

He was not certain whether the massive swell of emotion in his chest was grief or freedom.

Uncle stood beside him, watching the ship heave and founder in solemn silence. Or it would have been silent, if it weren’t for the distant feral cackling.

“Yaaa-hahaharharr! Down to the briny depths with ya! To salty lightless hell and leviathans’ gullets! I’ll scuttle yer mother, ya scurvy scum-suckin’-!”

“Sorry about your ship.”

Zuko looked to his other side to find the swab peering up at him, compassion shining in his large gray eyes.

“It’s hard… losing the things you’re used to,” the kid went on quietly, looking genuinely morose. Then he offered up a reassuring smile. “But at least, when the ransom gets paid, you still have a home to go back to. Right?”

Zuko frowned a little harder at him. He had withheld the fact of his banishment in case it might interfere with Iroh’s plan, and this kid’s weird misplaced sympathy was as suspicious as it was unwanted. Zuko was about to snarl at him, to shout until he flitted off to mind his own business, but he paused a beat too long.

“We have been away from the Fire Nation for many years now,” Iroh said quietly on his other side. “There is no telling how different it will be from what we remember.”

Zuko scowled straight ahead at his sinking ship. It didn’t really matter how much the Fire Nation may or may not have changed. He wasn’t going to see it. Maybe never again.

“The passage of time really can make the world unrecognizable,” the swab said, melancholy and reflective in a way that was not normal for a child.

Zuko shot him an even more suspicious look. But those large eyes only watched the disappearing ship with a vast sorrow.

“But Monk G-uh-my uncle… always said that traces of the past remain like echoes to remind us we aren’t ever truly alone.” He looked back up at Zuko with the faintest smile - which did nothing to clear the grief from his eyes. “And while memory can be comforting, true peace can only be found by accepting the present as it is. Although…” The smile puffed out. “…that can be pretty hard to do sometimes.”

Zuko peered down at the swab for a moment, then glanced at Iroh and found his uncle was watching the kid with the same stunned bewilderment he was feeling.

“What did I tell you about talking to our swab?”

Zuko spun around to find Katara there, her arms crossed and an annoyed eyebrow arched high. He jerked his head roughly at the kid, who was already darting off, chasing some small winged creature.

“He talked to me,” Zuko blurted, immediately painfully aware of how un-princely the defense sounded and how awkward it was to face her with his arms full of his clothes. He raised up his chin and squared his shoulders. “Dawn’s not far off, waterbender. I want that rematch.”

She blinked at him slowly, unimpressed. “You do realize a rematch isn’t gonna do anything to change your situation, right? Even if you got lucky and won-” Her chilly blue eyes scanned briefly over him like a spattering of raindrops. “- not likely - you‘re still getting ransomed.”

“I know that,” he said, quiet and firm to match the building pressure he felt between them, the growing burn of having her eyes on him. “I just want the satisfaction of putting you in your place. And I don’t need luck to do it.”

Katara scoffed and her eyes heated for a second, then she offered him an overly sweet smile. It was almost like how she smiled at the kid, but with a sharpness to her eyes that made Zuko’s pulse throb in his throat.

“Fighting time is over,” she said. “It’s brig time for firebenders now. And if you try to fight me before I agree, I’ll just assume it’s because you’re trying to escape - which… refresh my memory? What would that suggest about you and your honor, huh?”

The way she looked at him, smiling with her teeth out so mean and so pretty, filled Zuko with a driving urge to somehow wipe the ridicule right off her face. He clenched his teeth and struggled to think of some cutting words that could do the job better than a little fire or a hard kiss.

“That’s what I thought.” Her smile turned to a lazy smirk in victory and she spun away for the gunwale. “Sokka and Suki will show you the way to your accommodations.”

“We will?” Sokka asked from where he and the warrior had stood spectating. At a sharp look from his sister, he raised his hands. “That’s right, that’s right - we will. Do that thing you said.”

Suki shrugged and led the way down the hatch and Iroh followed, but Zuko stubbornly stayed put. Completely ignoring him, Katara leapt overboard and, at the head of a roaring wave, surfed out toward the diminishing hump of steel still visible and the somewhat-less-confident earthbender sitting atop it.

“Tell ya what,” Sokka said, suddenly standing beside him. “I’m tired right now because, you know, up all night pirating, but give me a few hours and I could go for a rematch.”

Zuko shot him a disdainful sideways look. “You. You want to fight me.”

The guy shrugged, a mild smile still hovering about his mouth. “Swords only, just to first blood. No limb-chopping or throat-slashing. Call me curious, but a firebender who keeps swords crossed over his bed like a shrine has gotta be pretty confident in his ability to use them.”

Zuko fully turned his head, trying to suss out what was really motivating this challenge. Wounded pride, maybe. An insecure, untrained swordsman surrounded by superior fighters. Who were also girls - the Water Tribe cared a lot about that stuff, didn’t they? He’d had a poor showing today and he probably expected to beat a firebender with swords pretty handily. Because most firebenders would neglect the practice of weapons when they could be bending instead.

But Zuko wasn’t most firebenders.

“When I win,” he said darkly, “I want to keep my swords.”

Sokka’s smile spread like this was actually kind of funny. “Sure, buddy. You win, you can keep your swords. And if I win-” His eyebrows quirked upward suggestively. “-you tell me all about that sensual creature in the picture.”

“Ugh,” Zuko snarled and, too disgusted and irritated to stall any longer, stalked off in the direction Iroh had disappeared.

Shortly thereafter, Zuko found himself locked with Iroh in a cramped iron cell with two bunks and a bucket. He could not stop pacing the short distance from wall to wall.

“I hope your plan involves some way of getting us out of this cell,” he snarled, “because if we have to wait in here the whole time it takes those idiots to figure out they aren’t getting any money, I’m going to lose my mind.”

“Yes,” Iroh said dryly, his hooded eyes following Zuko’s quick back-and-forth progress. “Truly maddening.”

“So what is it, Uncle?” Zuko demanded, stopping and peering down a little beseechingly at the old man. “What’s your plan?”

Iroh blinked back up at him for an instant, then assumed a calculating look. “When the pirates discover that the Fire Lord is not willing to pay for our safe return,” he said, waving a hand before him as if slowly revealing a grand truth, “they will let us go.”

Zuko’s stomach dropped seemingly through the deck at his feet and went sloshing around in the bilge. “That’s your plan?”

Iroh shrugged. “They do not appear to be entirely normal pirates, my nephew. I do not think this is a group generally comfortable with killing hostages.”

“But that doesn’t mean they’ll just let us go! They’re renegades and money-grubbing thieves! They stole everything down to the coal out of our ship, Uncle. These are desperate people. They won’t release us until they can squeeze some kind of profit out of us. They’re going to want something in exchange for our freedom.”

“Yes, my nephew,” Iroh said slowly, thoughtfully, watching Zuko resume his pacing, “I fear you are correct…”

“But what can we possibly offer them? They already have everything we owned.” He cast a disparaging eye over the heap of possessions Iroh had managed to squirrel aboard. The stupid monkey statue sat on top of the pile like a gaudy little king. “Everything worth stealing, anyway.”

Iroh emitted a faint gasp. When Zuko turned to look at him, his eyes were wide and round with shock. “Prince Zuko,” he cried softly, “a most devastating prospect has just occurred to me!”

Zuko was… a little suspicious. His uncle was never this surprised about anything. Whatever he was about to say, it had very likely occurred to him a while ago.

“What is it?” Zuko bit out.

“We have fallen completely under the power of these nefarious miscreants-”

Zuko narrowed his eyes. Miscreants, they most certainly were. Nefarious… maybe a little. What gave him pause was the tone of voice Iroh used, as if deeply disapproving of very bad behavior - like he was describing the villain from one of the stories Zuko remembered from his childhood.

“-with no chance of rescue or escape-”

The old man had insisted they swear those oaths…

“-and now we may be forced into most shameful acts to win our freedom.”

Iroh paused, tugged his beard thoughtfully and fixed Zuko with a severe, bordering alarmed expression.

“Prince Zuko… I fear for your virtue.”

[just-two-blokes]

Your reminder that being 'different' doesn‘t mean that you’re being 'weird' or 'strange'.

It means that you‘re being yourself.

And I think we all should be a bit more different if it means being ourselves.

[irishseeeker]

Hey, how is it going? Just wanted to say the I love your writing ❤️ Also I wanted to ask if I could get snippet no matter from which story because ALL OF THEM are brilliant and I love rereading them. Much love hope you‘re okay 💕

Hi anon <3 Thank you so much for your lovely message. I appreciate it so much. I had to take a bit of a break from writing and on here as I sadly lost a family member and life was very sad and strange for a while. I'm finally feeling like myself again and I'm back writing and feeling better. I am back now and writing and hope to post as soon as possible :)

Of course you can get a snippet! I hope RDA is okay! I've been working on that a lot lately. Here's one from Rules Don't Apply:

Kate Sheffield: Meet me in the corridor behind the toilets. Now.

Anthony Bridgerton: No please?

Kate Sheffield: Now.

Anthony Bridgerton: Some of us have work to do.

Kate Sheffield: Now, Bridgerton.

Anthony Bridgerton: If I remember correctly, you’re not the boss of me. I’m actually your boss.

Kate Sheffield: NOW.

Anthony Bridgerton: FINE.

“We need to talk.” Kate said, narrowing her eyes at him as he finally decided to grace her with his presence fifteen minutes after she hastily messaged him on her computer. Which was straight after his mother had called her office for the fifth time, asking for Kate’s dietary requirements.

“Oh, Sheffield,” He drawled, leaning against the wall of the hallway with that insufferable smirk on his face. She has chosen this hallway specifically as it’s usually empty and has a weird smell people tend to avoid, it was also far away from the kitchen and their desks. “Are you going to break up with me? You’ve lasted longer than I expected you would.”

“Nothing would make me happier, but no,” Kate said, frowning at his little dig before remembering why she had called him out to have this unfortunate conversation. She went to text him but she realized she didn’t have his number and she wasn’t going to send it on their work chat, as they definitely saved them somewhere. “We need to talk about Kent-we need to talk about how this shitshow is going to work.”

“Pretending to date me is a shitshow?” Kate didn’t think it was possible for that insufferable smirk to spread wider across his face but of course, it did. It would be attractive, if he wasn’t so bloody infuriating. He leaned slightly towards her, pouting his rosy, full lips. “Ouch, Sheffield. You might just hurt my feelings.”

Kate chose to ignore the uneasy, fluttering feeling in the pit of her stomach as his voice dropped an octave as he spoke. “I didn’t think you were capable of having feelings. Well, look at that. I guess it’s true. We really do learn something new everyday.”

[fictional-men-enthusiast]

What Your Favorite Awful Hopsital Character Says About You:

Fern - You like an underdog story and appreciate a strong, femal protagonist. You’re also probably attracted to MILFs. You’d do anything for your family.

Phage - You used to be the “weird kid” at school. Don’t worry, you’re not weird, and if you are, that’s okay, too. You‘re silly and eccentric, but you know when to be serious, too.

Mizer - You’re probably quiet or shy, and like the strong and silent types. You do whatever job you’re told to do, no questions asked.

Molly - You have a major attitude and sometimes don’t like your job, but so very well when you put your mind to something. Your coworkers sometimes annoy you.

Tori - You tend to pour yourself into your work and ignore the ones around you. Take a break. Drink some water. Have a snack. You probab have a stressful job or feel overworked and can relate to characters that feel the same way.

Dr. Man - You scare me. You’re cryptic and mysterious. You never let anyone know too much about you. Sometimes, you don’t even know yourself. You were probably a Sans fangirl, let’s be honest.

Celia - You’re cutthroat and don’t show affection easily. You want to be respected and revered by your peers. You would do anything for your friends. You may have trouble standing up for yourself and respect characters who can advocate for themselves.

Maggie/Magdolene - You’re kind and helpful and a good friend. You’re also a hopeless romantic. You often fall for people who don’t like you back. You probably like romance subplots or will-they-won’t theys.

Staph - You’re the mom friend. You want to take care of everyone. You would probably be the one to drive over to your friend’s house with soup when they got sick. You want someone to take care of you or like seeing others in healthy parental relationships.

Chip - You aren’t the most confident or well-spoken person. You’re constantly nervous and worried you might screw something up. You’re dealthy afraid of your boss, and probably have one or two siblings who you’re distant from or don’t talk to often. You prob used to kin Morty for fun.

Flair - You’re a hard seller who takes doesn’t take no for an answer. You enjoy wealth and the finer things in life. You’re a bit promiscuous and might even be hypersexual. You love the fem fatale troupe.

Crash - You feel abandoned by your friends or family. You love a good practical joke. You always try to push the limits. You like a sympathetic villain.

Jay - Excellent choice, friend. You’re very much mentally ill. You’re always skeptical of those around you. You feel like the world is out to get you and you probably have terrible luck. You scare easy. You’re chronically addicted to meow-meows.

Willis - You’re young but not naive. You want to make friends with everyone. You sometimes can’t tell when you’re annoying people. You sympathize with or relate to kid characters more than adults.

Isaac - You gravitate towards strangely cute characters. You’re not the sharpe tool in the shed, but you’ve got a good heart. You may be a bit naive, but that’s okay.

[depths-of-hope-and-despair]

Doubts

The next day, Aditi opted to clear her conscience by planning for the future. The next few days, she could visit Hajime and talk out her concerns. The Trifle situation was... more difficult. She paced outside her sister’s door for.. hours it felt like. In reality, it was only five minutes of hyping herself up, only to chicken out and speed walk back to her room. Her brain being so busy with ideas and studying dreams means she felt exhausted by the end of the day. Enough to fall asleep normally instead of with alcohol.

She suspected these dreams in her sleep was a form of self-analysis. That Albert was merely a character that existed in her head, that she could use to learn about herself. But, his reactions were independent of her? That wouldn’t make much sense. Least to say, when the dream blurred into her vision, she was the first to speak this time. “Do you exist independently from these dreams?” She blurred out without giving a second to consider waiting.

“Good day to you too.” Albert responded without the usual bravado, reading through the notebook he had been writing in the whole time, clapping it shut again, the usual smile appearing back on his face as he responded casually: “I don’t see how this is relevant to our progression, Aditi. If we were here to smalltalk and dilly dally, I would have met you in a cafe.”

He smirked a little as he remarked: “Dilly dallying is quite the entertaining word, don’t you think?” He chuckled to himself as he opened a drawer in his desk, procuring some papers, eyes roaming over them.

“You’re as humorous as you are straightforward, Doctor.” Aditi muttered in annoyance.

“For today I thought we could do a little personality test. Nothing too intrusive, it is just there to distinguish your basic characteristics, like punctuality, empathy, introversion or extraversion etcetera etcetera, you can also choose not to answer if you are not comfortable. All of these questions can be responded with ‘yes’ or ‘no’, you do not need to elaborate in any way.”

Aditi folded her arms together, much like a pouting child and rolled her eyes. She figured that questioning him any further was a dead end at this point. He was fair too cryptic and waffling to let her in on secrets. With a disappointed huff, she nodded to give her agreement to the test.

He wrote Aditi’s name on the paper and then read some of the questions to her:

“When I see someone crying, I feel the urge to hug them and try to make them feel better.”

“I often miss public transportation.”

“You can find me at the club every Friday night.”

“Family is extremely important to me.”

“I need social interactions every day to function.”

“I like to try out new things.”

The first, made her pause. Did she feel the need to hug or comfort anyone she saw crying? The answer was no. Crying only immediately provoked curiosity in her. Her sympathy pains only seemed to be accessible only with her loved ones. People she knew, and already could appreciate. Both being true, her choice was to stay neutral. “No answer.”

The second was simple. The few times she relied on public transportation, she was never late. Rather she stressed about being early. “No.”

The third took no time either. Easily assumed, she was a wallflower, and hardly ever had fun at parties. Unless illegal means were involved. “No.”

Family. The ones she chose as family, yes. Celia? Trifle? Knifu? The first name, no. The second.. yes? And the third was yes. So, she decided to follow suit. “Yes.”

Did she need to interact with someone everyday? No. She went without it for years being raised by Celia. “No.”

Trying new things? Adventure. Discovery. Absolutely. “Yes.”

He nodded along to her answers, occasionally looking down to jot the right square, a smirk edging on his face at the attitude Aditi was giving him. “Are you doubting my measures? Just wait for it. By the end of this test you might be surprised by how much more I know about you. I’ll just need a day to properly evaluate it.”

Amusement was edging on his face, a weird static atmosphere starting to fill the office as he continued with his questions, making sure his voice was clear so there wouldn’t be misunderstandings.

Aditi stared back defiantly, clearly not buying his claim. Answering a few questions with yes or no wasn’t nearly enough to get an idea of what that person was like. The static noise and atmosphere didn’t phase her outside of a more narrowed sharp gaze. He continued:

“I regularly go on holidays.”

“I suffer from thoughts that don’t seem to be my own.”

“I don’t understand social cues often.”

“I have a hard time imagining myself in someone else's shoes.”

“I feel the urge to physically harm people that have done me wrong.” His eyes flicked up to her for a moment to see her reaction.

Regular holidays? That referred to taking breaks and enjoying the company of others, didn’t it? “Yes.” She nodded.

Hear thoughts that aren’t her own? She remembered struggling with this since childhood, even before Celia. “Yes.”

Social cues. At first, she struggled with them desperately. Nowadays? She was fair better at reading the room, but not too comfortable to call herself an expert. “Yes.”

This one was easy. A perspective empathy question. She often exorcised her ability to relive the memories of others, in order to gain more empathy for them. While it was intrusive, it was the fastest way to understand. “No.”

The last question caused some amount of discomfort. She clearly didn’t like the question. But she disliked her answer even more so. “... Yes.” She admitted, glancing away while doing so.

His grin widened at her answers, quickly writing down the answers and reassuring her. “You‘re doing great. Don’t worry, we are almost done...” He flipped the page, a soft singing was audible, so quiet it could almost be missed. It sounded like a little girl singing a nursery rhyme, but in another language, so it wasn’t sure what she was singing.

When he talked, it sounded like multiple voices, hushed whispers accompanying him like backup singers, but the man himself didn’t pay it any mind, continuing as if nothing weird was going on.

“I wish that I had more friends than I actually have.”

“I feel the urge to harm people for no clear reason.”

“I feel scared of what the future holds for me.”

“I feel guilty.”

“I feel disliked by people around me.”

“Get out of here.”

His voice was very quiet compared to the whispers that were accompanying him, maybe those weren’t actually the questions he was asking and just the whispers, but he looked at Aditi expectantly. The whispers were still audible, telling Aditi to leave.

Aditi listened to the whispers and singing combining together into a whirl of madness. It was much like a nightmare, one of the standard ones that showed anxiety in others. People could hear voices of disdain talking to them mostly when they themselves felt judged by others. None of this triggered her into a breakdown thankfully, only medical themes or visions of past mistakes caused her to falter. While unnerved, she pressed forward, eyes narrowing in response to his encouragement.

Did she want more friends? She has been told many times that she isn’t easy to approach, and when she takes initiative that can turn poorly as well. Part of her wishes was that she looked more inviting. “Yes.”

A desire to harm others for no reason. Generally, no. She didn’t want to hurt people without reason. Only when she lost control did she feel that impulse. Of course, she considered herself a sadist to an extent also. Those factors made this question difficult to answer. “No answer.”

Scared of the future? Who isn’t scared of the future? Of the unknown? It’s only natural to feel that way, right? “Yes.”

Guilty. She barely had to think of her answer. “Yes.”

Does she feel disliked? That’s strange too. Her whole life, she was surrounded by people who wanted to kill her, or adored her. The laboratory experiment children would’ve gladly watched her drop dead. The cultist would’ve given their lives for her. Only now was there a happy medium. But... the bitterness of the past wouldn’t let her see on the brighter side. “Yes.”

“Very good, Aditi. You are doing great. We are almost done actually.“ He jotted more stuff down, his expression looking a little off from just a few seconds ago.

“I just have 5 more questions for you and then we can end tonight’s session.“ he informed her, turning the Page, fingers tightening around the paper and crumpling it lightly. He opened his mouth, but suddenly his voice was completely gone. It was like he got muted, in his place the whispers filling the room. He still held eye contact, though it was more like he was looking through Aditi, something clearly on his mind. And instead of the questions she heard:

“I’m sorry this is all my fault.”

“You don’t deserve this.”

“It should have never come to this.”

“He’s hunting you. He’s a monster.”

“Get out of here.”

His mouth closed again and he looked at Aditi expectantly, waiting for her answers. He looked less worried and more hopeful now, a giddy glint in his eerie eyes.

While shutting out the instructive thoughts was easy enough when she could hear a voice over them. Now? No. It wasn’t easy at all. Not easy to stare straight again. Not easy to keep from flinching every time the voice asked a question. Not easy to hold her neutral gaze. It reminded her all too much of how it felt to lose control. To be consumed by despair. Her thoughts no longer being her own, only whispers and taunts, keeping her at bay, pulling her down to let her instincts do all of the work. Her head felt.. fuzzy. Aditi felt similarly at this moment. Her lips curled into an uncomfortable scowl. What the hell is this? It hadn’t been nearly this unsettling the other times they spoke. What was getting in the way?

Or.. was this the plan all along? To earn her trust more, only to make the dreams devolve into hellish nightmares? She sincerely hoped that wasn’t the case.

The whispers suddenly stopped as he opened his mouth again, asking Aditi: “Are you alright, Aditi? You look a bit pale.“

Something really didn’t want this session to continue. But if the doctor noticed, he did a good job at hiding it.

“..... I couldn’t hear your questions.” She admitted quietly, her eyes shifting around the room carefully. “Voices spoke over you. Whether they were in my head or not, I’m uncertain. They are...” She paused once again, thinking over if she should be honest or not in this situation. Ultimately, she decided against lying. “They are.. apologizing to me? Saying I do not deserve this. It should’ve never come to this? He, whoever that is, seems to be hunting me. He is a monster? They are.. telling me to leave..”

He regarded her, expression serious as he listened to Aditi, contemplating something for a few seconds, then ultimately sighing. He looked around the room again, as if he could make out the voices and silence them, ultimately deciding to try and explain: “It is probably your subconsciousness running wild from stress...“

He set the test aside, leaning forward to give Aditi a comforting touch. It was cold as ice.

“Let us end the session a little early, alright? You don’t need to answer those questions. I’ll just review the test without them.“ he reassured her, a sad glint in his eyes.

“Orabelle.”

The voices were a lot quieter now, but it was probably for the better to end this meetup earlier to start better off on the last one.

“Rest easy, Aditi. I’ll see you tomorrow.“

Aditi didn’t understand. She sat with shifting eyes, looking left to right like a frightened child. It made her feel weak for her emotions to be easily sensed or stated. It felt wrong to hear her dead name be spoken aloud in her ear, so wrong that it caused her to flinch back and fumble. Her eyes narrowed so angrily at the voice, she nearly forgot to take his hand. “... This was a mistake..” Her grip on his hand was uncomfortably tight now, she seemed to seethe with contempt.

This only happened after she put faith in him and gave away sensitive information about her past. She thought it was of little consequence, yet here it was... being shoved in her face. Taunting her. This being was taunting her, wasn’t he? Mocking her. Before she could convey her distrust, the dream had faded away like the smoke of fireworks.

[more-pokeimagines]

Hop + bede reactions to being confessed that the reader likes them?

Thank you for sending this in, it was really cute and I had a fun time writing it. Hope you guys enjoy it too! 

Reacting to 1st love confession from their s/o

Hop

Hop probably doesn‘t understand what you‘re trying to say at first. He’s like “What do you mean, you like me? I like you too, we’re friends, right?” because he never thought that you could have a crush on him. You never acted like he was more than a friend for you, even though he had always hoped that you had feelings for him.

However, when you go as red as a beetroot after your confession and his reply, he slowly starts to realize that you probably didn’t talk about your friendship. It’s a really awkward moment for both of you, so Hop tries to crack a joke to make the situation less tense.

Hop is also a bit mad at himself because he feels like he screwed up completely. Whenever he imagined that you would confess your feelings to him it was perfect every time and not weird at all. He also always thought that he knows you well enough to understand what you’re trying to say, even if you don’t find the right words at first.

He doesn’t really know what to do or to say, so he just stares down at the floor as his face starts to heat up because he’s so embarrassed. It’s awkward for you too, he knows that, but he simply has no idea how he can ease the situation.

It takes him a few moments to build up his courage to pull you close and press a soft kiss to your lips. Then he just smiles at you like you’re the most precious thing he has ever seen and admits that he has been in love with you for quite a while now before kissing you again.

Bede

He’s completely taken by surprise when you confess your feelings to him. He never noticed that you have a crush on him, so he just stays silent for a while and tries to figure out how to react. He doesn’t want to hurt your feelings with his silence, it’s more the fact that he really has no idea what to say.

With Bede, you need quite a bit of patience. It takes him some time to get used to the fact that you just admitted that you’re in love with him, especially since he always tried to hide his own feelings from you. To him, it’s also really strange that neither of you noticed that you both have a crush on each other.

Even if he doesn’t show it right away, he’s incredibly happy about your confession. He never had the courage to ask you out (even though he usually never hesitates to speak his mind), so he’s quite relieved that you decided to make the first move. On the other hand Bede is also a bit surprised because it never seemed like you returned his feelings.

He takes your hands in his and tries to smile at you when he realizes that you’re still waiting for an answer. You look just as insecure as he feels but you still manage to return his smile which is something that calms him down just a bit. He’s not longer worrying about the circumstances and stuff and just blurts out that he likes you too.

Your first kiss won’t happen right after your confessions, I think. But he will wrap his arms around you and pull you into a bone-crushing hug to hide his blushing face in the crook of your neck nevertheless.

[creepypocky]

Hey, I hope you‘re doing good!

I‘d like to ask for a romantic matchup please, if it’s not causing you any stress!

General stuff:

- for MBTI: always either ENFJ or ENTJ

- Gemini sun, but it’s in a constant war with my Scorpio moon and Sagittarius ascendant

- I‘m Demi-pansexual, but with slight preference in men

Physical stuff:

- around 5‘7 tall

- rather athletic build already , but want to get even more lean and gain muscle

- brown eyes with naturally long and dark eyelashes

- dark-blonde hair

- some rather noticeable scars on my thighs/upper body (I did a lot of bullshit as a kid)

Hobbies:

- I‘m big on philosophy, politics and economics. I can talk about that stuff for hours

- climbing, yoga and karate

- drawing, both digitally and traditionally

- Reading (pretty much every genre) and writing

- learning languages, currently french

- cooking and baking

- programming/hacking (still a beginner on this one though)

Values:

- FREEDOM. I can’t have anyone take that one away. As soon as I start to feel like someone is making themselves dependent on me, I subconsciously back up, at least if I don’t know them really well. And jealousy? I want to trust my partner and I want them to trust me. The same applies to supporting each other. I‘ll always have their back, no questions asked abs expect them to act the same

- Love. I want to make the people around me feel cherished. I want them to be able to be whoever they want to be. And I‘ll help them the best I can whenever they need it. And the best thing? Everyone is worthy of it. Most people just want to be understood, to be seen - and you can do that with love.

- success. I have certain goals that I want to reach. Some of them are already done. But I probably won’t ever run out. I‘m not the person who settles with the status quo, I want to reach maximum potential. And I won’t accept things or people that stop me from doing so. This does definitely not mean that I can’t be wrong - I certainly can be. And then I‘ll change my mind. I‘m not going to keep doing a mistake just for the principle.

Things I like:

- nature

- challenges

- exploring

- traveling

- animals

- talking to (new) people, also debating with them

- science (mainly biology, physics, medicine, psychology and A.I.-development)

Things I dislike:

- People who think they can’t be wrong and/or don’t care about facts and logic

- People with no passions

- People who are mean without any reason

Other:

- I‘m a switch and I have that mentality in all my relationships. Like, I hate Routine only - you just gotta switch things up sometimes. It’s all about the play fights for me

- I have both a rough and soft dominant side, of which the latter also shows as soon as I take care of people

- I‘ve got some issues with overworking myself. Also with aggression, but I‘m working on those

- I have Synesthesia, can see my emotions as colors

- also am hypermobile, which means that I can bend in really strange ways

- I would actually like to become a politician one day, as I want to make a change in the world

- am scared of being touched with a lot of people, but don’t let me fool you, I love cuddling and affection

- am not willing to get pregnant. Ever. Big no.

- own a ton of stuffed animals and will forever love and protect those

- can and will send you little drawn pictures of cute animals made by me with sentences like „Sleepy boi hopes you dream of something beautiful tonight“ on those

Thank you for reading through all this, I hope it wasn’t too much!

Have a great day/night ^^

Hiii, <3

I am doing well, thank you. <3 I hope you are doing well too.

|| I match you with: Hoodie! ||

I have so much to say, omg. But I love the information you gave me so thank you.

First of all, he admires your personality and ideals SO MUCH! He thinks you’re so strong and you being passionate about those things really drew him in to you.

He thinks you look really cool with a muscular build, he will constantly work out with you and give you tips on how to get stronger and more defined muscles. He’s a bit of a workout enthusiast so he knows a lot about how it works. If you ever feel comfortable with it, he’d listen to you talk about your childhood and how you got all your scars because he loves learning about you.

Our boy hoodie is quiet. Actually no, that’s a huge understatement. He’s the most silent man you’ll ever meet, but despite this, he also loves the topic of politics and debating. He’s not shy, so when the two of you get together he will most definitely love to debate with you on politics and philosophy. Some of his beliefs are, questionable, to say the least. But he loves debating with you regardless because it’s super fun for him, and he rarely gets to just let himself speak his mind and have fun with someone like that.

He likes you watch you do art, and will ask you to draw stuff for him if he’s really interested, which he usually is. He thinks you’re super talented and admires you putting work into stuff like art. He likes reading as well and loves to just sit quietly with you and read a book, especially when it’s a warm night and it’s raining out. Please show him your writing, he likes reading so he will especially love whatever you write and will give you constructive criticism on it.

He’s not fluent in many languages besides English, so he would probably really appreciate it if you ever taught him another language and helped him understand because even though he’s kind of too lost to learn he will still appreciate you for your time.

Hoodie is also really passionate about freedom, and there’s a reason for it. Working under Slender as a proxy is one of the most difficult jobs imaginable, and at times he feels like he doesn’t belong to his own body anymore. When he’s able to have free time he lives in the moment because he knows that Slender can take away all of his freedom at any time if he felt like it. Hoodie isn’t a really jealous guy unless someone provokes him and he trusts you, so you don’t have to worry much about him being distrusting of you or too jealous.

He most definitely understands wanting others to feel loved and completely understands wanting to feel loved. Almost his whole life he’s felt insignificant and unworthy of love, especially since he became a proxy because he knows what he’s doing as a job is horrible but he does it anyway. Ultimately though, being with you makes him feel loved constantly and you give him so much life outside of his empty shell that he used to wallow in.

He admires your passion for success immensely, and you inspire him so much to become better as a person and better at his job. Even though he knows his job is fucked up, he still believes in Slendermans cause and wants to do his best at his job to fulfill the prophecy that’s given to him.

He loves nature as well, he basically breathes to just walk in the forest with you and take in the air. He likes challenges too because he finds it boring if he just wins at everything, he wants people to question him and give him reasons to work hard to beat them in a debate or beat them physically. He doesn’t know a lot about science admittedly but he would love you explaining science to him.

He definitely understands wanting to switch things up, he can be a bit of a dominate in a relationship but when he’s having a bad day or he’s not feeling it he loves it when you just take care of him and make him feel valid. He also loves you challenging him to be the dom of the relationship and lead him, and he’ll basically fight you for it if he feels like it.

If you’re ever overworking yourself, don’t worry, he definitely knows how it feels. He’ll give you advice on how to better pace yourself and still let yourself get stuff done, because he doesn’t want you to be too stressed out.

At first when he saw you bending in weird ways, he was pretty indifferent about it. After all, he works under an extremely tall faceless man and works with people that aren’t even human. But, he still thinks it’s pretty cool that you can do that and enjoys watching you bend in weird ways.

He also does not want kids. Too much stress. He’ll definitely get you all the stuffed animals you want if it means he gets to see your smile.

~~~

I hope you liked this matchup. <3 Have an amazing day/night and take care of yourself! :)

[jspark3000]

For those who have been severely hurt by COVID-19, whether you lost your job, freedom, have tested positive, or know someone who has:

When you become ill or lose something valuable, it’s easy to tie up your hurt with your worth. When you can’t work or lose your once vibrant health, it can feel like it’s your fault. Physical illness still has a deep social stigma and it can seem you‘re less of a person when you’re sick. Unfortunately, our health is measured like wealth.

I read an interview with a man who tested positive for COVID-19 who said, “I felt kind of dirty. Psychologically, it’s weird, hard to accept. It was hard to tell my family.”

I’ve seen this in the hospital. Patients not only feel physical pain, but an embarrassment about their situation. It’s an almost humiliating dread and shame, like their body has betrayed them. To be stripped of health can send a brutal and confusing message: “This pain I feel is who I am.” And so often they blame themselves, because we’ve been trained to believe that when we’re sick, we’re somehow morally wrong inside.

The thing is, you can do everything right and still get sick. Yes, it’s absolutely crucial we stay at home, wash our hands, and keep distance. Please hear me: these rules are necessary and they mean life or death. But there’s a side effect of any rule: a built-in legalism and judgment. Even when it’s not your fault, the false message we preach is that to fail the rule means you’ve failed at life.

If you end up testing positive for COVID-19, you might be seen as bad or reckless or lesser, as if “you didn’t try hard enough.” Even if you recover, you might get strange looks at the office or from your family. You may feel cursed, stained, unclean.

Here’s the thing: It doesn’t matter how you got ill. What matters is that you’re made in the image of God still. Your body and health and job are not a currency for your worth. By grace you are more than the things you lose and the things that happen to you. The grace of God is so that nothing can separate you from His love, that He has no social or spiritual distance from you, that He sees you far more loved than you see yourself.

While you may be cut off or abandoned and it‘s crushing to the soul, the one who made that soul will never leave, never forsake, never stop drawing near to you. This may not fix anything now: but please know, in the midst of an unfixable situation, He is with you. He is always with you, and by grace you are always more.

If you know someone directly affected by COVID-19, my hope is you will see this person from the eyes of grace, that they’re not their illness, that their hurt does not determine their worth. Love them. Humanize them. Affirm their dignity and their imago dei. To see a person is to heal them. See by grace.

— J.S.

[virryth]

Uber Ride --a Sicheng friend to lover AU

1.4k+ | Fluff | Gender-neutral reader, college au, friend to lover au, mentions of alcohol

Summary: Dong Sicheng considers himself the character that blends into the background, until you prove him wrong. 

“What do you mean you’re going home? It’s only 2am!”

You shake your head at the friend who’s pulling you back into the neon-lit bar. If this was a usual Friday night, you'd agree and stay till dawn, but today has been such a rough day that you‘re ready to hit the bed mid-party.

You wave goodbye to your sulking friends as you catch the uber number plate that’s pulling up to the sidewalk. Perhaps because it‘s starting to rain that you hurriedly climb into the passenger seat and not the back seat as you usually would. 

The drive is slow, and the rain quickly pours into a storm as you close your arms around yourself. 

“I can turn down the AC if it’s too cold.” 

For the first time since greeting your driver, you turn towards him. He looks vaguely familiar. The sharp jawline and voice are unfamiliar, but the way his hat sits on his head give you a major sense of deja vu. 

“Thanks,” you smile, texting your friend that you scored a cute uber driver to ease their whinings.

He nods as you turn back towards the front, a thought occurs to you as you peer at your phone for the driver’s name. “Sicheng” rings a bell, a couple bells actually, and you were beginning to wonder if he’s actually in one of your classes.

Sicheng doesn’t expect you to ask. Unlike you, he’s not the cheerful student who greets their friends with a smile to class. He keeps to himself mostly, with just a friend or two to share notes, and only participates in class if the syllabus requires. There’s no way you would recognize someone who blends into the background as he does.

“Thanks for the ride!”

Sicheng nods and stays until you get inside the apartment and close the door before driving away. He’ll probably never talk to you again, but it was nice to know you were as pretty and friendly as Renjun had praised. 

The next time he sees you, you’re sitting three rows ahead in Introduction to Film, and your hair is pulled up in a bun as you scribble doodles on your yellow sunflower notebook.

It’s been a habit of his to just watch you, not in a creepy way but in an inquisitive way, much like the way one would observe a small passing squirrel on campus. He finds you to be the perfect distraction from the boring powerpoint slides the professor always pulls up when they start class. He likes to just watch your reactions, whether it be from a comedic example of the topic you’re discussing, or at a particular jump scare in the horror special. You’re probably the most expressive person he knows, and he’s friends with Ten and Johnny from acting class.

So imagine his surprise when he gets to class the week after to find you looking for him. 

“Sicheng, right?” you ask, and he can’t believe you’re smiling at him.

“Uh, yeah,” he mutters, unsure of what to say. 

“I knew I recognized you from one of my classes! My brother, Renjun, told me about his friend and I didn’t think it was you!”

Some way or other, you’ve made your way into his usual row and flop yourself next to him. It was strange, last week you probably didn’t know he existed, but today you’re smiling and talking to him as if he’s your friend.

They’re just being friendly.

Except it doesn’t end there. Suddenly you’re inviting him to get coffee before class, to study in the student union, and to drive into town with you on a Tuesday night for dinner. 

It’s strange, he has no problem saying no to his friends. He declined Jaehyun’s invite to his party, Doyoung’s invite to study, and even Lucas and Kun’s invite to movie night, yet he can’t find it in himself to decline your invite to do possibly anything. 

There’s something in the way your smiles seem to be reserved just for him that makes him unable to say no, but he dismisses the thought as quickly as it has occurred. There’s just no way.

“Do you think they’re just stringing me along?” Sicheng asks his friends on a rare day when they’re able to hang out with him. The question has been on his mind for some times and he was beginning to think he’s fine not ever knowing the answer. 

“I mean,” Ten chimes in, “you are the little brother slash baby type everyone wants to take care of.”

“How dare you say that to the baby?” Doyoung scolds and, if anything, makes it worse.

“Sicheng, you know about them for some time right?” Jaehyun asks, “they’re popular and has lots of friends, but they still chooses to hang out with you. I’m sure that has to count for something.”

Sicheng doesn’t get to find out what Jaehyun meant until the night of Johnny’s end of year party. You’re there with a few of your friends and he can’t help but look for you in the corner of his eyes, always following you throughout the party. Bad habit really doesn’t change easily, but thanks to this Sicheng is able to find you when you suddenly disappear.

“What do you mean you have someone you like?”

Sicheng stays hidden by the door, just within earshot when he spots you and someone else chatting outside.

“It means I don’t like you, now let go of me before I yell out.” You huff, there’s no fear in your voice, just conviction and an unfamiliar firmness Sicheng has never heard from you. After all, you’ve always been soft-spoken with him.

Sicheng hasn’t thought of that before, the fact that you might have someone you like. It’s a somewhat unsettling thought, the idea mulls in his brain for a good five minutes before he concludes that he’s had too much champagne. It must be where this weird heartburn feeling comes from.

“Sicheng?”

Crap.

“Hey,” he tries to sound like he hasn’t been eavesdropping this whole time, but from the look on your face, he has failed. “What are you doing out here?”

“Just getting some air,” you reply as another smile blooms over your features, your cheeks tinted pink from the alcohol. 

“It’s cold, you should get inside quickly.”

“Okay,” you laugh, “you’re so cute, worrying about me.”

Out of habit, you reach up to fix the hair fallen over Sicheng’s eyes. It’s not as if this was the first time you’ve done this, in fact, you’ve been taking care of him by the little gestures, almost as someone would to a little brother.

Darn it, Ten. 

Sicheng silently curses his friend for putting that idea into his head. But what if you really think of him that way? What if he’s just a brother to you? After all, Renjun is proof that you would know how to take care of a younger brother. 

Might as well get this over with before I overthink into the clouds.

“Hey,” he starts, hands on your shoulders to steady himself more than to steady you. The warmth you radiate from his hands makes him even more nervous. “What do you think of me?”

You tilt your head to the side, the alcohol buzzing before your eyes, and blink. 

Once.

Twice.

Sicheng is sure by the third time that he would have his answer, but instead, you counter with a small smile, “what do you think of me, Sicheng?”

Perhaps it was the night air being too cold, or the party too loud, heck, Sicheng even blames it on Ten for wandering around his mind, yelling baby brother over and over, that he never saw what comes next. 

Sicheng doesn’t know how or when he’s developed these feelings. Maybe it was when you laughed at his jokes over dinner on that Tuesday night, when your eyes twinkled in admiration over the short film he'd made for class the previous semester, when you smiled so indiscriminately and brilliantly at him the day after the uber ride, or the many hours he spent just looking at you from afar. He realized that you’ve always looked at him with all of your attention and affection, and never once did you treat him like he blends in with the background.

Whatever it may be, the moment he presses his lips on yours, he knows this feels right. 

Bonus.

Ten later asks you about when you knew you had feelings for Sicheng, you simply replied that you were already enamored the first night he picked you up in the uber ride. Definitely not in a little brother kind of way, and not in the background character kind of way either. 

To you, he has and will always be the main character.

-V

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[kyouxa]

Diabolik lovers Chaos Lineage: Ayato Sakamaki (Euphoria END)

Place: Secret room — Interior lights

Yui: ...Ngh... Agh—!

...Where am I? The church... no wait!

Ayato: Where are we?

Yui: Ayato-kun!

Ayato: Are you okay? Yui.

Yui: Yeah. I hope you have no injure either. Where’s everyone else... ? Ngh— !

(I wonder where the others are, what if they died because of the corruption!)

No way... are they dead... ?

(N-No this... must be an illusion. Even though we made it out of this world. Yes... exactly, we made it!)

Ayato-kun, what should we do ...?! If everyone‘s dead...

Ayato: Wait, calm down. Look there.

*Ayato and Yui run*

Ayato: Hey, Kanato. Are you dead or something?

Kanato: ...Zzz,....Zzz

Ayato: — Seems like he’s just sleeping.

Yui: Yes... ! That’s good...

Well then... seems like everyone escaped from this world!

Ayato: Yep, we did it together!

*Ayato hugs Yui*

Yui: A-Ayato-kun! That was sudden!

Ayato: Don‘t be like that! We can finally go back to our original home! Let me cuddle with you how much I want!

Yui: Hehe, fine, but only for now!

(Yes, we finally got out of that weird place. This is also thanks to Ayato-kun!)

Ayato: — Ngh!

Yui: Ayato-kun? What’s wrong?

(Huh! What is that kind of thing... ?)

Ayato: What‘s that... ?

??? : My name is socrates.

Socrates: I am a friend of Karl Heinz. And it was me who made this world and shut everyone in it—

Ayato: You‘re a friend of my father... ? Hey you, what is that all supposed to mean!?

Socrates: My wish, Karl Heinz's aspirations, is the birth of Adam and Eve—

And my friend, saw who’d become the next Adam in this world. So I was trying to pass my power to him.

But, I wondered if this person was worth of getting Adam‘s power.

— All of this was an experiment to prove this. Honestly, I ended up with a really satisfying result.

Lastly, this world was destroyed, but that’s because Adam, who’s the king of Eve's choice, is here now.

Ayato: You're kidding! Is that also why we tried to kill each other like enemies!?

Yui: (Ayato-kun’s pretty angry about this. But it is understandable since we were about to kill each other)

But, didn‘t Karl Heinz-sama choose the real Adam already, because you said something like that before?

Socrates: ...

My friend, intends to let Adam inherit all of his and my powers.

But, that would mean, the death of Karl Heinz.

Ayato: Ngh, that’s right...

Yui: If he gives his powers to someone, he will die ...

Socrates: Even though I knew it was my friend's wish, I couldn’t wipe out the sentiments of losing my friend.

Ayato: Hey! Where is my father right now!? Tell me if you know!!

Yui: Ayato-kun... why are you asking for Karl Heinz-sama's location?

Ayato: I want to talk to him obviously. So tell me where he is!

Socrates: He chose, the Adam he wanted, and this man chose his Eve in that world.

Maybe you really are qualified to know. I‘ll show you where he is—

Place: Eden — Flower garden

Yui: (That is... Karl Heinz-sama!?)

Ayato: Here you are. Asshole!

Karl-Heinz: Welcome back, my son. And welcome, Eve.

Ayato: I heard the whole story. That strange glowing ball, made this world and locked us in there.

Karl-Heinz: That’s true.

But, my Adam and Eve did wonderful, you got over the test.

The closer I looked at you, the more attention you caught from me. I was pleased to watch you.

Well, now it’s the time to pass my power. Take my life and get my power.

Yui: (B-But, if he passes his power Karl Heinz-sama will die...)

(What will Ayato-kun do?)

*Ayato runs off*

Yui: ...Heh!!

(Ayato-kun is straight running toward Karl Heinz-sama!!)

Ayato: Take thaaaaaaat!!

Karl-Heinz: ...Agh!

*Yui comes closer*

Yui: Ayato-kun! Why did you run off and punched Karl Heinz-sama...?

Ayato: Oh yeah, I just suddenly felt like it.

Yui: (Ayato... kun?)

Ayato: Now look! I don‘t care about what you want at all, you piece of shit!

It’s not like, the great me needs your powers for anything!

I don’t need them, because I know that I was already the strongest in that strange world.

Right, Yui?

Yui: Ayato-kun...

Ayato: It’s okay that I made mistakes, that I ran off and did some stupid things.

Because whatever happened, I decided my own destiny!

That’s why you can fuck yourself! Look at the man standing right in front of you right now!

So, you understand what I‘m trying to say right now? You‘re the one who accepted me with all my mistakes.

That’s why... you should stay with me forever, mwah.

Yui: ...mwah...

(...This really is a kiss... of vows. I feel Ayato-kun‘s happiness within that kiss right now)

Ayato: Hey, let me hear it from you too. Promise me that you‘ll be here with me.

Yui: Yes. Whatever happens, I‘ll stay by your side. I‘ll support you in all the bad and good times.

Ayato: Yes! That’s why you and I will stay partners forever!

Yui: (I‘m not a blood slave, I’m living as the loved partner of Ayato-kun— !)

Karl-Heinz: Wonderful

Yui: Karl Heinz-sama

Karl-Heinz: The appearance that he tried to overcome is his conflict of being close to people. Ayato, you really grew up.

This is... the Adam and Eve I chose for myself, but now I finally understood it.

Yui: ... Where

Ayato: For real, he can’t just show up and stay... honestly, it's annoying!

Whatever, let’s forget about him! Let‘s go home already!

Yui: Yes, finally! This is all thanks to Ayato-kun. Thank you!

Ayato: Of course. I‘m sure you knew why you picked me!

Now, let’s go.

Yui: Yes.

Monologue

From that point on, we went back to our normal life.

After we got out of this strange world, everyone's memories were restored.

Everybody returned to their own home, and of course I returned to the Sakamaki mansion.

As always, Ayato-kun and I were resuming everyday in the lively Sakamaki house.

Place: Sakamaki mansion — living room

Yui: Hey Ayato-kun. Did you notice any changes?

Ayato: Heh? No I didn‘t. I just noticed that you smell a little weird.

Yui: Ugh, what is that supposed to mean? You just keep mocking me for everything, always!

But, I put some flower perfume on today. I guess you don‘t like it at all?

Ayato: No I really don‘t.

But I think, I like your natural smell—

*Ayato gets closer*

Yui: A-Ayato-kun!? What's up, suddenly pulling me so close... !

Ayato: Because the fucking sweet smell of your skin is too strong. I’ll admit nothing else than that.

It's way better than the smell of flowers.

...mwah

Yui: (Ah ... I was kissed under my ear !?)

Hm ... no, it tickles way to much... !

Ayato: If you really dislike it, you just make me want to do it more. Or are you, just trying to fool me about that?

Yui: No, I really don’t like it...

(Ayato-kun's voice echoes in my ear ...)

*Ayato blows in Yui’s ear*

Ayato: I’m happy. Let’s stay like this for awhile.

Yui: Ah... yes!

Ayato: You’d usually say, "Stop this and let me go” with a pretty pained expression.

And, isn’t that right?

Yui: (T-That’s! Now he’s just teasing me, I won’t say that ever again... !)

(But, I'm very happy to be loved by Ayato-kun)

(I’ll always love you, for now and forever Ayato-kun)

(Today and tomorrow, forever—)

[thewriterofkpop]

Reader who‘s Jinyoung’s roommate, who makes the reader jealous while working as a sex worker, making her life difficult and showing her whenever he‘s making sex/bj with someone.

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ʝιиуσυиg

𝕆𝕟𝕖𝕊𝕙𝕠𝕥

Hi, okay so I one day got a dm by that anon and I thought ,,Oh! My first request and smut {on this account} !“ lol, I somehow couldn’t stop laughing.This request was kind of interesting. It’s about a Y/N who is Jinyoung’s roommate and he literally fucks everyone she brings ,,home“ to make her jealous and even shows her.So, I hope that you like the story.

Have a nice day

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,,Yeah…“ my boyfriend nodded when I told him that he would like my new apartment.My thoughts were confirmed once again. I needed to break up with him.His characteristics changed ever since we became a couple.At first, he was cute and totally jealous and now he‘s not even looking at me.This wasn’t the kind of relationship I wanted.Not what I was searching for.,,Let’s go…“ I mumbled a few minutes later.Suddenly, he looked at me with a curious face and really asked me, where we would go.I laughed in irony and told him that we wanted to go to my house.,,You wanted to help me install the TV in my room…?“ I tried to make him remember.,,Ahh...we always have to go your way…“ he whined and finally got up.The drive was silent. I was still annoyed, but I knew him perfectly. Without a reason, he wouldn’t allow me to break up with him.At that time, I didn’t know that I would be able to find a reason on the same day.  

,,So annoying…!“ I mumbled as I pushed the door open. In front of me was a beautiful boy.He was much taller than me.His hair looked stylish and I felt myself blushing.,,Oh, hi. You must be my roomates‘ boyfriend…?“ I shyly asked, hoping for a no.,,No, haha,“ he laughed.Oh my. His laugh was so handsome. It was like a melody in my ears.He gave me his hand and told me his name like a gentleman.,,Park Jinyoung. Nice to meet you. I‘m your roommate,“ he laughed.

Oh fuck.

My boyfriend lazily sat on the couch while me and Jinyoung were trying to make my TV work.,,Okay. I think it should work now. If not, you know where you can find me, haha,“ he laughed, making my heart drop.He was such a cutie and he seemed single.No pictures and no ring.,,But is it okay for you to stay here… you were about to go, weren’t you?“ I asked him.,,Yeah, don’t worry. It was something about work that can wait,“ he nicely told me.,,Okay… sorry for earlier. The landlord just told me that… no, I just assumed you were a woman. Sorry!“ I laughed.He nodded and told me that it was perfectly fine.,,Y/N, won’t ya cook something?“ I suddenly heard an annoying voice.I glanced back and looked at my boyfriend.He was completely concentrated on his phone. He didn’t even care a bit about me.I mean, I was here, sitting with another man.Didn’t he care?I felt Jinyoung’s eyes on me, observing me.

,,I heard you earlier,“ he chuckled and made me look back at him.What did he mean?,,The right moment will come soon,“ he laughed.I nodded without knowing what he meant and instead got up.,,I will buy kimchi and chicken… nothing more, right?“ I asked.My boyfriend once again didn’t answer. Instead, Jinyoung told me that that was good enough.And so I left.,,I mean, who would let his girlfriend go out at night alone?“ I asked myself half an hour later.I stayed in front of my new house for a few seconds. Moans?I wasn’t sure if I heard right, but I thought that someone just moaned from the inside of my apartment.,,Are they watching porn together…?“ I whispered to myself.I ignored the weird feeling and instead opened the door.Without saying a word, I stepped in. My curiosity led me to Jinyoung‘s room.I quickly glanced into my room again to make sure that my boyfriend really wasn’t in my room before I opened the door.

BAM

My brain stopped working as I saw the two boys.My boyfriend laid half naked on the bed of a stranger while the handsome stranger, also named Jinyoung, bobbed his head up and down, taking his length fully in his mouth.His fingers were all over my boyfriend‘s body as his hands pulled the sheets.,,Ahhhhhhhh…“ he moaned, noises I couldn’t even hear when I did something to him.Jinyoung glanced at me as he took the fully erected dick out of his mouth. And then my boyfriend came.In disbelief, I kept my eyes on my panting boyfriend.,,That would be… 36.094,80 Won,“ Jinyoung nodded.My boyfriend glanced up. Apparently, he couldn’t believe what he said.Then he finally noticed that I stood in front of them.,,Oh my god-Y/N!“ he shrieked.,,Pay him and fuck off,“ I hissed. I was surprised by myself. My voice wasn’t as weak as I thought it would be. I was stronger than I thought.In disbelief, he looked between me and Jinyoung, quickly paid him, and then put on some clothes.

I haven't seen him since then.

But the situation between me and Jinyoung changed completely.,,Disgusting! You just gave my boyfriend a blowjob! What the hell is wrong with you?!“ I asked him angry.I wasn’t really hurt, just shocked that my ex boyfriend dared to cheat on me in my house. But I wasn’t hurt.Jinyoung smiled and observed me before he picked up the meals I let fall and told me to go into the kitchen.Days passed and whoever I brought home had sex with my roommate a few minutes later.Jinyoung didn’t even try to hide it!

My landlord who was supposed to check MY ROOM ended up in his room.Jinyoung left the door open and I ended up seeing him pumping his swollen dick into the landlord's ass…Jinyoung must be a sexgod, I mumbled to myself after I pressed my head on a pillow and tried not to cry.This was an awful feeling.,,Guys,“ I whined when I saw my friends and told them about my roommate.,,Maybe he‘s a sex worker,“ one of them mumbled.I looked at her.,,I have nothing against it. I mean, do whatever you want, but he shows me!“ I explained once again.They both nodded.,,I hate it,“ I went on.,,Could it be,“ one of my friends began slowly to say ,,that you’re jealous? I mean, maybe you have feelings for him…“ she told me.But I quickly shook off this feeling.But, what if she was right?

A few days passed and Jinyoung kept calling me to bring over some stuff.When I arrived, he was again fucking someone’s face.,,Why the hell do I even respond to his calls?!“ I asked myself.This time I decided to call a specialist.I wanted to talk over it with the three of us, but when I ended up bringing the water into the living room, I saw that once again, Jinyoung was below the table and was pleasuring the man I just took home.Tears suddenly left my eyes as I dropped everything I was holding.,,WHY THE HELL ARE YOU DOING THIS?! JUST MOVE OUT!“ I screamed and hid in my room.

Tears left my eyes and I couldn’t breathe correctly anymore. I felt sad, unmotivated, and hated.Why would he do something like that? Why?Suddenly, I heard the front door close.I got up. My teary face must have looked swollen and ugly, but I still stepped out.Then I saw his face.,,Why are you crying?“ he asked me, sad.I glared at him and kept hiccuping.,,Because you… fuck everything and everyone!“ I complained.,,Everyone besides you..?“ he asked me, and slowly stroked my neck.I didn’t dare to pull back. A different feeling of pleasure and happiness overcame me.I felt strange. It was as if my heart was about to burst.As if I would collapse in his arms from dizziness and heat…,,You’ll just use me…“ I whined as my hands wandered up to his chest.,,No. With you my sex work finished,“ he moaned and sucked at my earlobe.

,,Mh… no…“ I whined as his hands suddenly stroked my naked skin.He pushed his hands below my shirt and massaged my breasts.With just one hand he got rid of my bra.His lips were still at my neck as he rubbed my nipples.Moans escaped my lips.,,I love you…“ he gasped and pulled off my shirt.I watched him, in heat and disbelief.,,I tried to make you jealous,“ he moaned and kissed his way down to my vulva. My nipples, my stomach, and then down there.With low strength he put me up and brought me to the next furniture.He seated me there and quickly got rid of my pants before he dug his tongue into my hole.,,Mhhh I‘m so hot! I‘m so near!“ I yelled as his tongue flicked my clit, his fingers were inside me.,,You’re so tight. I-” he breathed.He looked at me.With my last strength I grabbed his cheek and kissed him deeply.He moaned into me as I suddenly heard his pants getting unbuckled.,,OH!“ I gasped.

Jinyoung stopped and made me adjust to his length.Quickly, the pain I felt became pleasurable and only our moans were heard.Our bodies slapped together. Wet sounds and our gasps were making the melody.,,Oh, fuck, you‘re so big…“ I cried, throwing my head back as he increased his speed.He put me up and pressed me against the wardrobe which was kind of painful but felt good at the same time.,,I‘m CUMMING!“ I yelled and let my fluids go, my head on his shoulder as he kept pushing his dick into me.A last twitch and Jinyoung spit his white cum into me, making the fluids mix and droll down my legs.,,I‘m not finished yet…“ he gasped and licked my body...

[osamusriceballs]

Thank you, dear, I'm great~ But I haven't job now, I want to change job because I've a lot of problems for this. But hope, everything'll be great!~ O! I also want to change my room and arrange in haikyuu/Japanese style. I saw, you want blue hair? What is you natural color? Good luck!~ Ahah, yes, it's true. Sorry, I actually don't interested in smut (I'm strange, yes? x)), but I can make good balance here! YES! I'm waiting for new episode! I'M SO READY FOR THIS! Let's scream after together~-Tilli

Hello, Eve, dear, how are you? Hope, you get day 10 and ywo parts of day 11. What do you think about new animation? I'm really shocked. Like... Why? My boys deserve the best animation! I was really upset yesterday, so I send you morning thought in two parts to cheer up all of us. But now I feel better. Hope, everything will be great! Was sushi delicious? Love you~ - Tilli

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Sorry it took me so long, that’s why I’ll combine these two!! Today‘s the day on which I’ll finally answer all of the asks in the past days- hope it won’t be too much for everyone 👉🏻👈🏻

Anyway: Tilli!! 💖 I’m so sorry about your job- do you know what you want to do then? I‘m sure that you‘ll be okay though, you are smart and very talented, you‘ll surely find a job! 💖

Ohh, Japanese and Haikyuu style sounds so cool!! I want to do that too ahh!! 😫💖 you need to show me picture when it‘s done!! 💖

My natural hair color is a dark blonde, but I dyed it to a bright blonde, so I should be able to dye it blue!! Ahhh thank you!! 🥺💖

Noo!! It‘s not weird that you‘re not interested in smut!! I know that many people are not, that’s why I always put it under a read more, so you‘re not forced to read it!!! And as soon as October is over, I’m definitely going to put more focus on the fluff and funny fics for a while! I’m glad that you‘re helping me right now with all of the morning thoughts!! 💖 this blog is not just smut, but also fluff and all of the other things 💖

But now... time to talk about the new episode...

I read a lot of comments about how bad the animation was before I watched it, so I was scared to nuts - and I have to confess that I’m also a bit- let’s say surprised.

If episode 1 was like a 9,5/10 - then I‘d say the last eposide was a 7/10. I still love it, cause it‘s haikyuu, and Osamu looked very nice in most of the scenes, but Aran, Atsumu and NOYA- I was like 😳😳 I saw a few screenshots and they really messed up the animations for some scenes. I‘m sure they could have done a better job, if they had more time, some scenes were really really amazing (like when Hinata blocked Osamu- GOOSEBUMPS, 11/10), they surely had the potential to make another amazing episode- and I really wished they had the time to properly animate every scene like that.

So, I‘m not disappointed- it‘s still haikyuu, it was a 7/10 imo, and it‘s still good! But compared to the eposide before, it just lacked lots of details. I can really understand why you’re upset though. But I’m sure the next episode will be back to the high standards again (at least I hope so- I’m always optimistic!!) 💖 and I’m just happy for every crumb of Haikyuu ✊🏻

The sushi was great!! I also had something Korean, it was called bibimbap I think- and it was really good!! 💖 I Hope you had a wonderful weekend- and don‘t stay up too late!! 💖

LOVE YOU TOO!! 💖

[junietuesday]

During the summer before their freshman year, Michael and Jeremy go camping.

The two of them have been extremely hyped over the weeks leading up to it, because although this is a yearly tradition, this year, Michael’s and Jeremy’s parents decided that since they’re going into high school, they’re old enough to go with only Michael’s older sister as a chaperone. Said older sister has plans with friends nearby, so she agreed to leave them to their own devices as long as they stick to the campgrounds and didn’t blow anything up. Which means Michael and Jeremy had a whole week to themselves.

“Don’t murder anyone, I’ll be back in two days but I’m only a half hour’s drive away,” says Michael’s sister, as Michael and Jeremy climb out of her beat-up 2007 Toyota Corolla. “Do you need help with your bags?”

“Nope,” says Michael, popping the “p” as he circles around to the car’s trunk. “Wait, before you go, take a picture of us here, in case Mom makes sure you’re with us.”

Soon, Michael and Jeremy are starting down the winding path through the forest, which leads to the campgrounds. Michael’s practically bouncing along, looking over at Jeremy with a wide smile.

“This is gonna be so fun,” Michael says brightly, nudging Jeremy with his shoulder, and Jeremy stumbles with a snort. “Like, we can have as many snacks and s’mores as we want and go climbing those huge rocks our parents never let us touch and it’s gonna be so great.”

Jeremy grins, laughing a little, and Michael suddenly notices that his eyes are kinda pretty.

Michael turns and stares back down at the dirt path, smile falling off his face as he frowns, confused.

~

By the time Michael and Jeremy emerge from the forest path into the open campground, Michael has mostly managed to shove that strange blip from his mind as they enter their cabin, the exact same one their parents rent every year. There are two rooms, and usually each family takes one of them, but this time, since Michael and Jeremy are alone, they can share, instead of staying up late in the main area and passing out on the pull-out couch.

Jeremy dumps his backpack and the plastic bag of s’more ingredients on the floor next to the bed closest to the window, flopping onto the mattress and spreading his arms.

“I’m kinda tired from the drive,” he says, as Michael puts his own bag down more gently and moves to sit on the edge of Jeremy’s bed, “but what d’you wanna do tonight?”

Michael’s answer is immediate. “Campfire food!” he exclaims, dropping down next to Jeremy. “I want marshmallows!”

For a few minutes, they’re quiet, just relaxing next to each other. The bed isn’t exactly the most luxurious, but being here next to Jeremy just makes Michael feel…warm. And comfortable.

But soon Michael’s perpetual restlessness wins out, and he sits up and gets out of the bed, tugging Jeremy to his feet. “I know you’re tired but we were literally sitting there for hours so you’ll be fine, I don’t wanna just sit here, let’s go play Uno or something outside.”

“Fine, fine!” Jeremy says, stumbling along as Michael pulls him out the bedroom’s door. “You need to get the cards, y’know.”

“Oh.” Michael stops, and laughs, turning back around to grab the pack from his bag. But as he kneels down to dig through his backpack, his hand sort of feels tingly, and oh, it hits him.

He was holding Jeremy’s hand. Holding Jeremy’s hand makes him feel kinda buzzy.

Michael swallows, shoving that down to deal with later. He finds the pack of Uno cards, along with a standard pack of cards for good measure, and holds the two up, trying for a triumphant grin.

~

“Fuck you, fuck you fuck you!” Jeremy screeches, as Michael puts down a +4 card with a wide smirk.

“Uno!” Michael says as soon as the card drops into the pile, giggling at Jeremy’s groan of misery as he face-plants into the picnic table. “Suck on that!”

They’re in the common area of the camp, playing their games of Uno at a table right next to the lake they’ve managed to snag. It’s not terribly crowded, especially since it’s only the second week of summer and there aren’t a huge amount of cabins available here, so the only people around right now are this family eating ice cream at a table across the field, a person walking around staring at their phone who’s almost definitely playing Pokémon Go, and a man in a gray hoodie leaning against the railing of a deck into the water, which has one of those binocular things you need to stick a quarter in to use.

“You‘re an ass, I hate you,” Jeremy grumbles into the table, and Michael reaches over and ruffles his hair, earning a yelp. “Michael. Don’t touch my hair.”

“Oh, right, you only fantasize about having people whose names rhyme with Bristine Tanigula run their fingers through it,” says Michael, laughing, and Jeremy looks up and glares over his arms.

“What is this, ‘Attack Jeremy Relentlessly Hour’ or something?” Jeremy says. “She’ll never like me anyway.”

Michael frowns. “Don’t say that,” he says, more seriously. “You’re awesome. You just need to, uh, well. Actually talk to her.”

“Like that’ll ever happen,” Jeremy says, dropping his head to the table once again, and though it’s stupid, especially because he brought it up in the first place, Michael’s a little disconcerted at this turn of conversation. There’s only so many different things about his crushes Jeremy can agonize over, and it’s a little exhausting to hear them over and over again, especially in the middle of what was supposed to be their week. But Michael will bear it; he’s not Jeremy’s best friend for nothing, he supposes.

“Besides,” Jeremy continues, voice muffled into his arms, “there’s nothing ‘awesome’ about me. You just say so ‘cause you’re my best friend and you have to.”

“That’s not true,” Michael says. “You appreciate video games. Your laugh and eyes and hair and face are cute—um, I mean a bunch of girls probably think so. You’re funny. You’re smart.”

“Thanks,” Jeremy says, looking up, and Michael can see a genuine smile on his face from the compliments.

Butterflies go through Michael’s stomach.

~

About a trillion more games of Uno later, plus another few million rounds of other card games, the sun has set enough for it to be an appropriate time to make a campfire. It’s evening during early summer, so Michael and Jeremy have to change into long-sleeved shirts, but the weather is still the perfect kind of light and breezy as they pick their way through the woods, searching for sticks for firewood, the perfect roasting sticks, and, just for fun, some big sticks that are good for swords/staffs. The path is thin, unlike the road leading to the campground, and there are fallen trees and their jagged stumps all over that are hard to see in the dim light of the rising moon, but the walk is still relaxing.

The darkness cloaking the late hour and the comfortable chatter of nature and the giddiness from this being their first day allows Michael to say things closer to his heart.

“I’m really happy,” he says during a lull in the conversation, smiling softly to himself as he reaches down to grab more sticks and tuck them under his arm. “This is fun and you’re my favorite.”

“Aw, that’s kinda gay,” Jeremy jokes, but he continues sincerely, “You’re my favorite too.”

For some reason, the words make something in Michael’s chest feel weird.

Michael’s known he’s gay for about a year and a half, now, and that’s only counting when he was finally able to admit it to himself, but he and Jeremy have known about being gay for far longer, thanks to middle school. It’s an all too common occurrence for Michael’s mood to sink slightly when Jeremy calls things gay as a synonym for either “too affectionate” or “stupid”—but he knows what that feels like, and this isn’t that.

“You’re kinda gay,” Michael says, instead of any of that. Jeremy shoves him into the nearest tree, going red.

“Shut up, I bet you’re gay,” Jeremy retaliates, and for a moment, Michael contemplates telling him.

But it goes nowhere, as always. Anyway, this would be an awful time, because they’re stuck together in the middle of a camp two hours away from home, with nowhere for Jeremy to go if he decides that Michael is too gross to hang out with. And, a little selfishly, Michael just wants to enjoy this week alone with his best friend without souring the mood with a huge revelation like this, without potentially ruining everything at the cost of being true to himself.

“Yeah, okay,” Michael scoffs, swallowing the urge to come out and the fear welling up at just the thought of doing so. He continues walking, and Jeremy follows, walking backward and bouncing on the balls of his feet. “Remind me which of us has the huge crush on Keanu Reeves?”

“You’re a jerk, it’s a respectful admiration,” Jeremy insists, and then swears when he trips over a tree’s stray root. Righting himself, he continues, tone miffed but, as far as Michael can tell, with honesty, “If you were gay I wouldn’t make fun of you like this.”

Michael laughs, heart softening with affection and exploding at the same time with a rush of hope. And then he pushes the warmth away, but at least this time, it’s a bit more gently than before.

~

Fifteen minutes later, Michael and Jeremy are back in front of their cabin, stacking sticks by the firepit and setting up the tinder.

Or, well, Jeremy’s doing that. Michael’s sitting in front of a slab of wood, twisting a stick back and forth in his palms with determination.

“Michael, you know that’s not gonna work,” Jeremy says, the disbeliever and coward. “I’m just gonna get the matches.”

“You’re just a disbeliever and a coward,” Michael says without looking up, rolling the stick even more firmly. “Go get your disbeliever coward matches, see if I care.”

Jeremy snorts, and Michael hears him retreat into the cabin. Michael’s hands still, as he stares down at the piece of wood his stick’s end is poked into.

Does he like Jeremy?

Well, if today was any indication, yes, probably. But how can he just suddenly have a crush on Jeremy after ten years of purely platonic friendship? This can’t have appeared today. But how did Michael not notice?

Is this even a crush? He’s never had a proper one before, he hasn’t known anyone well enough to—even though the books and movies have people falling in love at first sight, that can’t be real. How would you get a crush on someone you’ve barely even met? But Jeremy’s definitely someone Michael‘s met. For all Michael knows, this could be romance.

What if it is romance? Jeremy would never like him back, would never even consider dating him—mostly because Jeremy’s straight as an ruler, almost painfully so, but also because he’d probably be too freaked out by the fact his best friend who he’s been hugging and sleeping next to has been gay all along, and even has a crush on him. Even putting aside that line of thought that makes Michael want to hide, Michael doesn’t think he’s ready to date anyone yet, despite the fact that he’s already fourteen and his classmates have already long begun to go out with each other. So there’s no point to this stupid crush and it should hopefully go away soon.

Yeah. It should go away soon.

“Okay, here we go,” says Jeremy from behind him, startling Michael out of his thoughts, and Michael turns to see Jeremy kneeling in front of the firepit, striking a match against the side of the matchbox. He gets the match’s tip lit, but then his expression flashes to realization. “Michael, can you go get the—the rainbow fire stuff? It’s in the left pocket of my bag. And the s’more ingredients!”

Michael takes a deep breath, then mock-salutes. “Got it,” he says, pulling himself to his feet. He crosses the grass and pushes open the cabin door, closing it behind him and pressing his forehead to the wood, trying to breathe.

Four in, seven hold, eight out.

He does that four times, then he finally goes and grabs the packet of chemicals from Jeremy’s backpack pocket—it was actually in the right pocket, but Michael knew to check there first anyway—along with the bag with the packs of marshmallows, chocolate, and graham crackers. He’s regained most of the skip in his step when he returns to Jeremy, who’s built up the campfire to a surprisingly great size.

Jeremy’s face, flickering in the light of the campfire’s flames and the glowing moon above, lights up when he sees Michael.

“Yes!” Jeremy says, jumping up, and he runs over to grab the folding chairs leaning up against the side of their cabin and set them up next to each other by the fire as Michael pulls over a little metal table to put the snacks on. The fire warms his body as he tears open the packs of food, Jeremy passing him his roasting stick, already sharpened and peeled and ready to go.

“You know the drill,” Michael says as he spears a marshmallow onto his stick, “give me your burnt ones immediately or I’ll steal them myself.”

“You’re such a weirdo, why do you like the burnt ones?” Jeremy says as always, but doesn’t protest. “They’re horrible and fried and gross.”

“Says you,” Michael says, sticking his marshmallow straight into the fire, pulling it back out to let it burn for a few seconds, then extinguishing it at the perfect time. Burning marshmallows is a subtle art that Jeremy will never understand. “You just want to be all fancy and stuck up about your marshmallows.”

“No, I’m a reasonable human being that doesn’t like things that are burnt to a crisp,” says Jeremy, gently rotating his own marshmallow at a safe distance from the flames. “You just have no functioning tastebuds.”

Michael glances over, and his heart does a little flip in his chest at the sight of Jeremy’s grin, as he stares intently to get his marshmallow “perfectly” browned.

…Just for a bit. Michael can indulge in this just for a bit.

~FIN

Word Count: 2425

Team: Michael

Prompts: all main prompts, the crescent moon, the forest path, the gray car

@bmc-gift-exchange

[intoxicatingimmediacy]

NOTHING IS SAFE: A CONVERSATION WITH CLIPPING.

[...] Their albums are worlds within themselves – always high concept, always densely detailed and lyrically complex. They’ve been nominated for a Hugo Award and their work has even inspired a book by science fiction author Rivers Solomon. Their music travels through alternate histories and paints strange visions of the future, with Diggs’ knife-edge voice guiding the way.

[...] I KNOW THAT SPLENDOR & MISERY WAS REALLY HIGH CONCEPT. THIS ONE IS TOO, BUT OBVIOUSLY FROM A VERY DIFFERENT ANGLE. I‘M WONDERING WHAT THE CONVERSATIONS ABOUT THIS ALBUM WERE LIKE, BEFORE YOU SAT DOWN TO MAKE IT.

Bill Hutson: Not much different from any other one – because also, we’ve been planning this one sort of off and on since we formed as a band. You know, we’d always kind of intended to do something related to horrorcore. It just seemed like that was what our style was leading towards anyways, from the beginning, and you know, one of the first songs that we made for this album we actually made in between turning in our first Sub Pop album and it coming out so that song was actually finished in 2014. And that’s “Club Down,” and we sort of we held that off of Splendor & Misery or any other project because we wanted to build the whole thing around that sort of feeling.

Jonathan Snipes: Yeah, we always knew we were gonna make this record, a horror record. Nobody needed any convincing and it just seemed like a sort of given to all of us. It’s been there so long that I remember when we sort of conceived of it. I don’t remember if it was before or after we made the track “Club Down.” But I do know that we made that and said, “Oh, we should save that to that horror record.” That was the impetus for making the record or if we already knew we were making it before we made that song.

Bill Hutson: But yeah, every time for the last, you know, six years, every time we have an idea that we thought would be for this, we say, “Oh, let’s let’s do it for the horror record.” We would just have these ideas and be like “that one’s for the horror record.” And they were just held over until we had time to work on them. But we’ve been working on all these tracks, I mean, almost all of them were started within a year to six years ago. And then you know, took all this time to actually put everything together and you know, all be together long enough to actually make the record.

[...] IT‘S INTERESTING THAT THE ALBUM STARTS WITH “NOTHING IS SAFE,” WHICH I FEEL LIKE ALMOST IS THE SAFEST SOUNDING PRODUCTION WISE AND THEN THE TENSION JUST KIND OF RATCHETS THROUGHOUT UNTIL YOU‘RE IN THAT STATIC OF “ATTUNEMENT.” WAS THAT AN INTENTIONAL TRAJECTORY, OR DID THAT KIND OF JUST HAPPEN THE WAY IT DID?

Jonathan Snipes: The trajectory of a track order is always intentional, for sure. I don’t know. We never knew where else we could put “Nothing Is Safe” except the very beginning, because it starts so quietly and so gradually, and it felt kind of so unlike the other things on the record. It still doesn’t sound like a clipping song to me. And I understand why we put on this record and we kind of made it our own, but it still doesn’t obey any of the clipping rules beat-wise that we’ve ever made. And not to say I don’t love it, I’m really proud of it, but it always felt like a weird outlier on the record, and I kind of liked just throwing that at the beginning as sort of a red herring. I guess you’re right, it is it is sort of the safest one of songs, which is funny. I guess if you were to think of the album like a movie, even though we’ve just said it’s not a continuous narrative, the “Intro” is kind of jump scare cold open and “Nothing Is Safe” is kind of the world as normal, and then we break it. But that was certainly not anything we said while we were making the track order.

I FEEL LIKE WITH ANY PIECE OF ART, A LOT OF STUFF COMES LATER. IT‘S LIKE, YOU KNOW, THE IDEA OF AUTHOR AUTHORITY, AND WHAT PEOPLE GET FROM IT.

Bill Hutson: Yeah, like something we didn’t notice until well after is that the name Cynthia appears in “Story 7” and also appears in the interlude, that’s kind of a coincidence. Daveed wrote that without really remembering.

[...] HOW MUCH INVOLVEMENT DID YOU ALL REALLY HAVE WITH THAT BOOK? I LOVE WHAT YOU WROTE IN THE AFTERWARD ABOUT IT BEING KIND OF A GAME OF TELEPHONE.

Jonathan Snipes: Almost none. I mean, they sent us a draft to give notes on and I think the only notes we gave were, “We love it.” I might have asked them to make it even less like our song (laughs).

Bill Hutson: Yeah, I mean, my input ended after suggesting Rivers as an author, and that was that was as much as it was. It was conceived with Navah, our editor at Saga Press. It was her idea and she and I talked a lot about who could write it. And once Rivers had said yes, that was pretty much my involvement. Well, except for writing the afterward, but our involvement was out of that. From then on it was Rivers’ work. Regarding any of this stuff, you know, I think whether it’s sort of alternate histories or sort of visions of the future, I think always what I sort of think about with respect to this stuff is how these political anxieties become, you know, metaphorized in monsters or visions of the future or allegories for particular situations. And so, you know, a lot of the way we think about these things is going to be as sort of political metaphor, as sort of, you know, what are anxieties right now, what are the anxieties of the world we live in, and how those are sort of expressed either as monsters or science fictional universes or visions of alternative society formation. So it’s not just imaginative for imagination’ sake or something – I don’t even know if that even exists. It’s very consciously political.

[jmeddows2]

“I promise” Roger Taylor One-shot (fluff/angst/TRIGGER WARNING)

Notes: Sorry for grammar mistakes/ weird sentence structures. English is not my first language but anyways, I gave it a go.   

WARNINGS: TRIGGER WARNING!!! mentions of domestic violence, anorexia, low self-consciousness Remember I DON’T ACCUSE/IMPLY ANYONE MENTIONED OF DOING SUCH THINGS!! PLEASE BE AWARE OF THAT! I HOPE EVERYONE IS DOING ALRIGHT, IF YOU NEED SOMEONE TO TALK, HIT ME UP IN THE DM’S!!!!! Words: 1562 “Roger, are you home?” You found yourself knocking on his bedroom window. No sounds. It‘s been weeks since Roger has been to school. It was your senior year of high school though, so you started to worry.

Roger and you have been best friends since kindergarten but his behavior in the last weeks has been rather strange. “Roger, I know you’re here, your car is home” Still nothing. It‘s been ages since the last time you saw him. “Let me in or I’ll break this bloody window” Suddenly you recognize a slim figure approaching the window, his long, dark blonde, curly hair was messy. Blood shot, tired eyes. He looked exhausted. And it shocked you, as he carefully guarded you inside.

His room was a mess, books that once decorated the shelfs were now on the floor, broken records all over the place. “Roger what’s going on, what happened?” He didn’t dare to look at you, eyes on the floor and a sad look on his face. You were best friends so you’d usually know, when something was wrong with him. You studied him. As you took an even closer look you noticed that there were bruises all over his face, throat and collarbones. Purple bruises. Red bruises. Painful, blue eyes, now daring to look into yours. “Roger...” as you tried to reach for him he flinched and took a step back. “No, leave!” It sounded so harsh. “Not until you tell me what happened!” 

His eyes fell to the floor once again. After a moment of silence he sat down on his bed, with his head in his hands. “...it’s... it’s not that easy... I’m good for nothing” tears pooling in his eyes as he sobbed. “..he... he blamed drumming because of my low grades.. got drunk and he... he just... fuck this is so embarrassing, please just leave, Y/N” 'He’. Referring to his father. You always knew they had heated arguments, of which he’d tell you about with a lot of anger. That was also where his own hot headed persona came from. But you never thought that his own father would lay his hands on him. To see your best friend sit here, bruises all over, abused by his own dad made your heart ache. “Listen, you can tell me anything, I’m here for you. I certainly won’t let you stay here alone with him, Roger” slowly turning to him, petting his hair, then embracing him in a tight hug. As soon as he felt the lightest touch, he hissed loudly, but started to calm down, once he knew that he was safe in your arms. The car ride to your home remained silent. You convinced him to pack a duffle bag with as many belongings of his as possible. As you glanced at him he looked tired, worn out, broken. Yet another purple mark had formed under his eye, which he received just about 20 minutes, before you came to his rescue. Your heart broke at this sight. He still managed to be the most beautiful person in this world, his long eyelashes curled perfectly. Truth was, you truly loved him, which made this even harder to look at. Seeing the person you love the most in such a miserable state. But he was just your best friend. “Do you want me to run you a bath, Rog? It will help you calm down and relax!” “You don’t have to, Y/N. I don’t want you to pity me, I’m fine I promise.” “I don’t pity you, i just want the best for you. Always. And just admit it, a bath is always a good idea” With that, a smile crept onto his lips. A smile you dreaded to see for the past few weeks. You started to run the water into the bathtub, when you noticed he struggled with taking his shirt off. “Here, let me help you” Lifting his shirt over his head there were even more bruises visible on his arms and his back. Dozens of old and new ones. Red dots covered his shoulders, which seemed to be caused by cigarettes burns. His eyes met the floor once again. It seemed to be the 100th time that day. Tears once again dribbled down his eyes and you wiped them away, caressing his cheek. While taking his bath, you managed to always hand him new frozen packs of peas to treat his facial bruises. You helped him dry off. And no, it was not weird, you had seen him naked a numerous amount of times, considering your friendship of now approximately 13 years. Even though you had been very gentle, you could sense his pain, as he flinched and his eyes shut quickly, once the rough fabric of the towel made contact with his skin. “When was the last time you ate something, Rog? C‘mon I‘ll make you your favourite sandwich.“ It‘s been in fact days, since he last ate. He felt weak, worthless. There‘d be no point in putting food into his mouth, at least that‘s what he thought. His already tiny frame became even tinier, ribs started to stick out even more. The way he looked like, disgusted him. He thought that no one would want him anymore. Silence. Silence as he was digging into his sandwich and downed the water you prepared for him. It definitely took some time to convince him to eat something, but he couldn’t say no to you. While he enjoyed his ham sandwich, you decided to brush out his long, wet hair with a brush.

“I don‘t deserve this, I don‘t deserve to be here. I don‘t deserve you, Y/N!“ But you continued to brush his hair. He didn‘t expect your next move, as you brushed his hair to one side and decided to calm him and his worries with a gentle kiss on his bare shoulder. Right on a purple spot. The way your hot lips touched his cold, bruised body made him close his eyes. Trying to hold back yet another tear. Not because of pain. But because of emotion. He hated it for you to see him so vulnerable. Especially because of all these feeling he kept deep inside of him. Feelings he had never been able to show. You‘re just his best friend after all.

This kiss on his shoulder meant everything to him. It was overwhelming. Love. He felt love. He forgot how it felt to have someone touch him, without leaving not only physical, but also mental scars. You continued a trail of kisses along his shoulders and then you stopped. Hugging him from behind with your lips touching his neck, as he continued to eat his sandwich and enjoyed your warmth, keeping his eyes closed throughout. He missed this. He missed you. He had a reputation regarding girls. But no one. No one, held him like you did. Touched him like you just did. And for him it was everything. Like he‘d never been hurt before. He started to believe, that your touch was able to heal his wounds. It all came crashing down when you let go of him. “I‘m so sorry, Rog. Really, I‘m sorry, I got carried away a bit“ “No, don‘t. Please, please don‘t stop, I want to feel again. I want to feel you, please touch me“, he said and turned around to face you, looking deep into your eyes. There was so much pain in them. He meant it, but not in a sexual way. And you could see it in his eyes. He was begging for it. You reached out your hand to caress his cheek and he leant into your touch. “Let‘s go to bed“ was all you could say and he agreed. After changing into your night gowns, you let yourself fall into your bed and it made him laugh, because you almost bounced back down to the floor. He loved your goofiness. "I missed that smile, but I missed you more, all of you!“ you managed to say You were now laying there, his head on your chest. Your fingertips tracing his facial features: his jaw, his eyebrows, his nose, his cheekbones, his sideburns and then you finally landed on his lips. His eyes stayed closed, humming, wishing he could just stay like that forever. He looked so calm and peaceful. “You‘re so beautiful, you know that, right?“ He blushed but managed to mouth a  “yeah I know baby“ with a smug smile. There again was the Roger you knew. “But real talk now, I‘ll always be there for you.“ “I really don‘t deserve you, you‘re always so good to me. Y/N, you mean so much to me, you’re so beautiful, caring. And I know you don’t feel the same, especially after seeing me like this, but I have to say it now or else it’ll kill me deep inside... I... I love you“ There was a tear slowly making it’s way down from his eyes to his lip. He meant it.  You answered with a gentle kiss on lips, tasting the salty tear. “I love you, Roger! No matter what!“ “Please don’t ever leave me, Y/N” “I promise” He snuggled into your chest and it only took a few gentle strokes over his beautiful face before he drifted off to sleep. It didn‘t take long for you to follow after.