#I’m gonna write them now and queue them for later!!!

[crybaby-bkg]

Oliver’s been stressed. it’s an obvious thing, despite the way he tries to hide it with tired smiles and invitations to stay in for the night instead of out on the town. you’re not in a relationship with him, but he texts and calls you more often than not, lets this look cross over his face when he doesn’t think you’re looking. it’s something in between, something yet unspoken.

it’s why you’re not sure if it’s overstepping too close into relationship territory when you suggest a paint date with him. well, not really date, you had stumbled over your words when you introduced the idea to him. just a day where we stay in and paint and order some food and desserts and just—

he’d agreed on the spot, stopping your rambling with a lighthearted smile, a softness in his eyes that you’re not sure you’re meant to see. but he agrees nonetheless, and so you’re set.

the day is cloudy, the air thick with oncoming rain. you’d stayed the night, so all you wear is a pair of his boxers and an old jersey of his. you insisted on sleeping naked, but Oliver had urged you to don his clothing for reasons you think may be too fond that you try not to dwell on, lest you hurt your own feelings with assumptions. but he kisses your head when you plate both of your lunches that he’d ordered, pats you gently on the butt when you lean into it.

“I’m not a painter,” Oliver groused a few minutes after you got started. you sit across from him at his dining room table, too big and fancy, puts you too far of a distance away from him. your legs are crossed and your eyebrows are furrowed in focus. they crease when his words pull you from your concentration; a landscape painting, set at dawn, a pretty wonky deer in the distance, the sky a navy blue, the green a bit too bright for grass. (do the colors match his eyes and his hair? you’re not too sure. you’d deny it anyway, even if you were. which you’re totally not. right?)

“And neither am I,” you tell him, biting your lip in focus as you try to marry the blue and green well. “But this is for fun and relaxation. Not necessarily for talent.”

Oliver falls quiet after that. makes a few quips here and there, peeks around his canvas at you to make some sly remark about how he’s gonna win the best painting. you can only laugh, eyes squinted in mirth, unseeing of how he captures the details with his eyes, his memory.

“Okay, it’s time to reveal our paintings.” you tell him after an hour has passed, and you’ve both fallen quiet in concentration. Oliver looks unsure, the most you’ve ever seen him, and offers for you to go first. he smiles when you flip the canvas, giving you a slow clap, eyes drinking in the details, the colors that reflect him in every sense. he doesn’t say it out loud. he couldn’t if he wanted to, not when he turns his painting and reveals you.

“It’s a little shitty,” he says when you’ve gone quiet for too long, stiff as stone. “I couldn’t really get your eyes right, and your hair is a little off but—”

“It’s perfect,” you say softly, smile shaky, everything unsaid in the way he captured your smile, the reflection of him, of pining, in your eyes. “Out of all the things to paint, why me?”

“Why not?” he counters, saying everything and nothing, his words full and empty, enough but never quite filling. you smile anyway.

[micahthemoon]

Summer 2024

The Are You Tattoo Saga

I have been fascinated by tattoos for a long time. I love the fact that you can make yourself into a work of art quite literally showing your passions and story on your sleeve. There’s autonomy in getting tattoos as well; taking back our body that may or may not give us dysphoria (or other senses of discomfort) and decide what it shall look like for ourselves. Body parts that otherwise would make me uncomfortable have been made a source of pride (on good days) or at least I can look at it with content indifference (on the lesser days). All because of some ink. This might be why I have been getting more and more tattoos that – in some cases- may be seen as a spontaneous decision. This tattoo I’m gonna talk about now however is far from one of those.  

If you read my previous entry about how Käärijä accidentally validated my gender, you may remember that I mentioned a comfort stim sentence: Are You.

It can be linked back to the Eurovision preshow days where Bojan and Jere were just starting to get to know each other which the two idiots did by fooling around on a date. This saying has not only become a way for the two of them to show endearment (or the fans getting to interact with each other and the boys), but it has also been what finally learned me how to roll my r’s practicing the right cadence alone in my room for the simple fact that saying it made me feel warm and fuzzy inside. It was also one of the things I became known for meeting up with fans irl for the first time between Käärijä’s Stockholm and Berlin gigs last year.

And so it didn’t take me long to daydream about getting it tattooed. Which ended up becoming a whole saga when Joker Out announced that they’d visit Malmö on their upcoming Europe tour (which is basically Denmark) and where I later – with a lot of people cheering me on from the sidelines – got Bojan to write the phrase down to me in two different fonts. To this day the concert is amongst my favourites.

Yet things don’t end there because one comment later about the possibility of getting Jere involved as well and I was off making a new sign. I tried getting Käärijä’s attention in Böle to no avail (other than making myself more stressed than I’d ever been at a concert). So, this summer going to Backas and Allas Sea Pool I had let the sign stay at home. Jokes on me, because suddenly in a rush of bravery I made myself a new sign out of half a pizza lid box left behind in the queue for the Allas Sea Pool gig. Low and behold if not Jere saw and reacted to this sign during the concert!! Getting by with a little help from my friends (especially this one finnish fan I’d met at Backas) I went home from the gig with Jere’s handwriting. A little over a month later on August 13 2024 the Are You tattoo saga concluded when I got a local tattoo artist (I’d already fanboyed too back in March when getting one of those spontaneous tattoos of mine) to make the little three way conversation permanent on my skin.

I have no idea how long the brainrot will continue. Maybe I will stop being this much of a fanboy in a year or two. But even so I don’t think (or at least I hope not) this tattoo will lose its meaning. Because It’s so much more than just a fan tattoo. It’s a story about a time I was foolishly brave no matter if it went well (Malmö) or it didn’t (Böle). It’s a story about the importance of interpersonal connections (the fan in Allas), the power of a found family through a fandom (or two) and also just a time in my life I was actively a participant in pursuing my own happiness.

I’ll say it again: I freaking love tattoos.

[whirlwren]

Ok so uh, gonna post some of the fanfiction I’ve written on here. Never used tumblr before but my fiance convinced me to post my writing on here. First one I’ve got is some Sidlink fanfiction. Feel free to give me tips and suggestions!

Chapter 1: On the Road, Again.

With Calamity Ganon defeated, I set out with Zelda, now the new Queen of Hyrule. Zelda had always dreamed of uniting the tribes and peoples of Hyrule. I suppose my job now was simply to escort her to different locations. Since she didn’t have a Sheikah Slate, all our traveling was done on foot or with horses. Presently, she and I were riding together towards the Zora’s Domain, planning on meeting with King Dorphan. I was focused on the road until Zelda spoke up,

“Link, what is that?” I looked up, unsure of what she was referring to, until I noticed a looming figure in the distance.

“Stop.” I said, bringing my horse to a halt and gesturing for Zelda to stay quiet as I helped her down. “That’s a Lynel,” I said, hoping it hadn’t seen us, “they’re very territorial animals, and incredibly aggressive.”

“Can you beat one?” Zelda asked, a tinge of fear in her voice.

“Yes,” I replied, “however I’m not a big fan of fighting them.”

In the distance I could see the Lynel perk up and sniff the air. My stomach dropped as I saw it turn towards us, and begin to gallop.

“You and me, trees, now. Leave the horses.” I said, dragging Zelda behind a rock just in the tree line.

Zelda didn’t argue, she simply gasped and followed my lead as we both ducked down behind the rock. I could hear the Lynel getting closer, they weren’t exactly quiet creatures. I heard the horses turn and run, I cursed silently, knowing that it would be a fine at the stables to have them returned. The Lynel slid to a stop, I peeked around the rock to get a better look at the beast that just cost me 100 rupees. I almost had a heart attack right there. I had fought Lynels, taken out entire waves of enemies, even stopped the great Calamity Ganon. None of that compared to the massive white Lynel in front of me. I held Zelda down and put a finger to my lips to keep her quiet. After what felt like an eternity, the Lynel stomped off, nearly shaking the earth with each step.

“Is it safe?” Zelda asked, fear still lingering in her voice.

“Yes, it’s gone now.” I replied. I didn’t know that. The size of that thing was unlike anything I had ever seen. I almost didn’t believe it myself.

After talking, we decided to take a different route to the Zora’s domain. I wasn’t a fan of this route, it took too long and was annoyingly steep, but it kept that Lynel far away, so I kept my mouth shut and walked. Losing the horses was a pain in the ass. Two days of walking later, we finally made it to the Domain. Upon our arrival, we found a concerning sight. The guards for the Domain were all on high alert, and security had been almost doubled.

“Stop!” Called out one of the guards. I knew that voice.

“Baz! It’s Link!” I called out, hoping that he would recognize me in the evening light.

“Link! Welcome back to the Domain my friend! I see you have the princess with you. I’ll send word to King Dorphan and Prince Sidon that you’ve arrived.” Baz replied, examining us both for any injury.

As we walked towards the main part of the Domain, several guards bowed to Zelda, as much as she tried to stop them. She wasn’t a fan of the publicity, or the extra attention it got her.

As we checked into the inn for the night, I heard the familiar sound of Prince Sidon’s voice outside the inn.

“He’s here? As in, he made it through to the Domain? I wouldn’t expect anything less from the great hero!” As if on queue, Sidon burst into the inn, eyes settling on me. “Link!” He exclaimed, running over to me and nearly tackling me to the ground in a hug.

“Hey Sidon,” I coughed a little, “missed you too buddy, but you’re kinda crushing me.” I gasped out.

He released me, looking almost upset that he had nearly hurt me.

“Prince Sidon of the Zora,” Zelda began, trying her best to keep formalities while nearly falling over laughing at the sight of the large fish man hugging me. “It is an honor to meet you again, the last we met, you were much smaller.”

Sidon looked over, apparently just now realizing the princess was there. “Princess, I mean Queen Zelda, my apologies. It is a pleasure to have you here in the Domain. Please rest the night and my father will see you in the morning,” he said, before excusing himself, probably out of embarrassment.

I went to bed, tired after walking so far the past two days. Sleeping wasn’t hard for me, which was unusual. Normally sleep wasn’t important to me, having gone days without it before. I drifted off, still thinking about that massive Lynel.

Chapter 2: It’s All In Your Head

(From Link’s Perspective)

I was running. I didn’t know why, or from what, but I was running. I couldn’t hear it, or see it when I glanced over my shoulder. Really, I couldn’t see much of anything. Suddenly I tripped on something. Falling to the ground, I finally saw my pursuant. That same white fur and massive body loomed over me. I reached for any weapon I could find, but my hands found nothing. I cursed myself for leaving my sword somewhere. The Lynel raised its sword, but I knew I couldn’t dodge in time. The sword came down, and in a moment I was sitting upright, cold sweat running down my back as I struggled to breathe. What was that dream? More accurately it was a nightmare, but still, I didn’t have those. I hadn’t had a dream in years. I stood up, walking out of the inn and out into the main courtyard, trying to calm myself down.

“Link?” I heard a voice ask from behind me. I turned around to find Sidon standing next to the statue of Mipha, looking concerned. “What are you doing awake at this hour?”

I sighed, meeting his worried gaze. “It’s nothing, just a nightmare.” I replied, trying my best to not show the fear I really felt.

He walked over, his stride smooth and slow. “Would you like to talk about it?” He asked, clearly unsure as to what to do.

“On our way to the Domain we encountered a Lynel.” I explained. “Normally that wouldn’t be so bad, but this Lynel was massive. I’d say double or triple a standard Lynel.”

Sidon’s eyes widened, realizing what I was referring to. “You saw it as well then?” He asked, clearly more concerned now than he had been. “That Lynel took out at least a dozen of our guards out on patrol. The scene it left behind was horrific.”

We talked for a while longer, Sidon seemed to be getting cold, so I suggested we go inside somewhere that he could stay warmer.

“We could go back to my living space if you’d like.” Sidon suggested gently, trying not to make it sound awkward.

I agreed, and we made the short walk back to his area of the Domain. I sat as he brought me a drink, and we caught up on the events since I had defeated Ganon. Before I knew it, light was peeking through the windows, and it was time to see King Dorphan. Leaving his chambers, I returned to the inn to grab my gear and Zelda.

I was never a fan of diplomatic meetings. They were long, boring conversations that never got anywhere. Zelda and King Dorphan had been interacting for what seemed like days when finally the meeting was complete. Zelda decided to go shopping for a bit, and visited with the people of the Domain. Typically I would escort her, but she was safe here. I spent my time with Sidon, exchanging stories and offering advice as I could. It was late in the afternoon when Baz came sprinting into the courtyard, yelling for Sidon.

Chapter 3: Deja Vu All Over Again

(Link’s Perspective)

Sidon and I hurried over to Baz, who was very clearly bleeding from a nasty cut on his shoulder.

“Baz, what happened, is everything alright?” Sidon asked, trying to keep Baz on his feet.

Baz coughed, trying to stay conscious. “They took the princess.” That’s all he managed to get out before collapsing into Sidon’s arms.

Immediately I was on high alert. Upon inspection of Baz’s wounds, I realized something that terrified me. I knew what blades made these cuts. The curved blade used by the Yiga Clan were unlike anything else I had seen before. Given the wounds on Baz, it wasn’t likely he would be awake for several days.

“I have to go.” I said, as I began running to the bridge connecting the Domain to the rest of Hyrule.

Sidon called after me, eventually coming up on my side, keeping pace easily with legs almost double the size of mine. “Link, let me help you save her.” He said, concern and worry in his voice.

I know he was trying to be kind, that was his nature. Sidon was always so caring. But I couldn’t let him get hurt trying to follow me. Without a word I just kept running, waving him off as I continued down the path.

Chapter 4: Maybe, Just Maybe.

(Sidon’s Perspective)

There he went again. Running off to save the princess. Link was always off on some mission. I would never tell him how I truly felt. That I worried about him day and night, hoping he would return to the Domain. My father knew I had a personal connection to the hero, but he did not realize how deep that ran for me. Link was amazing, his golden blonde hair and small frame was perfect to me.

I returned to the infirmary, where Baz was being treated for his wounds. He stabilized when dipped in water, but still took very shallow breaths. I stayed by his side for a week. Barely eating or drinking, and stricken with worry for both Baz and Link. I only left to speak to my father, who requested my presence to check on my wellbeing.

After a week, I finally heard a commotion from the bridge, not thinking any of it until I heard someone yell

“Isn’t that Link and princess Zelda?” I bolted up, sprinting as fast as I could into the courtyard. Across the bridge I could see Link, princess Zelda in his arms, limping towards the Domain. I ran to him, as I arrived he simply collapsed in a sudden burst of tears and rage. I heard him shout obscenities, but I was more focused on the condition of the princess and Link. Zelda looked as if she had been beaten and tortured horribly, her breath almost nonexistent, and her heartbeat was difficult for even my senses to detect.

“I tried to save her faster, I did everything I could.” Link sobbed, trying to stand again, desperately trying to get her to the Domain.

I took Zelda from him, carrying her to a nearby guard and ordering him to take her to the infirmary immediately. I turned back to Link to find him unconscious, blood soaking through his shirt. I panicked and ran him to the royal doctors as fast as I could, begging Hylia to save them both.

Chapter 5: The Cart to Gerudo

(Zelda’s Perspective)

I stood near the window, looking out over the Domain, remembering how I used to accompany my father when he would come here on diplomatic missions. I heard the sound of something shuffling behind me before everything went dark. When I woke up, I was tied to a cart being dragged by people in deep red uniforms. The Yiga clan, a group that Link had caught me up on after my return. Apparently they had formed some time after the Calamity and were intent on finding the Hero and destroying him. I could hear them whispering in hushed voices, unsure of what to do to escape with my bonds keeping me quiet and in place.

Suddenly, the cart came to a halt, as if they had sensed I was awake. As I heard them walk around to the cart I pretended to be unconscious still, hoping they wouldn’t notice any changes. As the curtain to the cart opened, I felt the heat of the Gerudo desert hit me like I was back in the kitchens of the castle learning to bake. I felt the ropes around me loosen as one of the clan members picked me up and tossed me into a cell, forcing the wind out of me as I hit the ground.

I felt one of them approach me, and nearly gasped as something poked me in the neck. The last thing I heard before passing out again was “I hope you like it here Queen. You’re going to be here a very long time.”

Chapter 6: Failures

(Link’s Perspective)

Damn it! I let my guard down once. I knew better. I got too busy catching up with Sidon to realize I still had a job to do. This is what it gets me. The Yiga had Zelda. I failed as a knight…

I ran. I ran all the way to the Gerudo desert. I didn’t sleep for days. All I could think about is Zelda. My duty. My charge. Her father once trusted me to protect her with my life. I had betrayed that trust. I knew where the Yiga hideout was. I had fought them before. I knew they would have traps waiting for me at every turn but I didn’t care. I kept running.

I killed so many. I dipped into my ancient arrow supply. I cursed their souls to oblivion. A fate worse than death. I don’t know what made me do it, I had sworn to never use those arrows on a living thing, let alone a person. All I could think about was Zelda. We had won, we had our moment of peace. And they ruined it.

When I finally found Zelda, she had been beaten and battered, clearly unconscious for several days and severely malnourished. I picked her up, ignoring my own wounds to carry her. I picked her up and I ran, harder than I had to get here. I had to get her to the Domain. It’s the only place with doctors who could fix what the Yiga had done to her.

I’m sure my arm was broken, and I probably fractured more than that, but none of that mattered. I made it to the Domain, my body giving out as I reached the outer end of the bridge. I tried to lift myself, crying and yelling to Hylia, begging her to give me strength. I felt my body completely give out, the last blurry image in my mind was that of a large red fish barreling towards me.

Thank you for reading! I’ll post more sometime when I get around to writing it. I don’t expect this to end up doing well but if people want more I’ll make more.

[into-the-fraymotif]

just so you know, i have an ever-growing list of fraymotifs that i plan to ask you about you will not be running out of requests anytime soon lol

And This is not really a request, but i was wondering whether or not your opinion on any specific aspect or class has changed or grown in the process of writing/thinking up fraymotifs

Not to one up you or anything, but I have a finite list of 9504 Fraymotifs, get on my level scrub (/j). But fr the only thing I’m running out of is time to complete them to keep the queue up and running lmao

And I really haven’t been doing this for very long, so I will likely develop a more nuanced opinion later down the line, but that’s a tough question! My first instinct was the Maid, but then I got to thinking about it and the Bard has kind of grown on me? That’s not even mentioning how much I love Breath and Blood as aspects.

Idk I’m gonna draft this and let it stew for a bit

Back now, and this is no gap for you guys but I'm leaving this in for like, Fraymotif blog lore or w/e

So I think the Maid is probably my most redeemed Class. For a number of reasons. In cannon the Maid's exact abilities or Class symmetries are left unstated, only giving us examples through Aradia (Time), Jane (Life), and Porrim (Space). And for a while I thought the Class was just kind of... boring? if that makes sense? Like, yeah, okay, you can fix a broken thing, thats kind of what the Sylph does. And I see a lot of people analyze it as the active counterpart to the Sylph, under the verbiage [one who creates and creates through their Aspect], but I feel like that is still too similar to the Sylph, as one who heals their Aspect. It positions the Sylph as basically a downgrade of the Maid.

I interpret the Maid as being the passive (not an active Class) counterpart to the Knight. That's where I get the [one who serves and serves through their Aspect] verbiage, as a parallel to the Knight's protection. And I think that makes more sense and adds more nuance to what we see in the comic. Aradia serves Time, both in ensuring that Time can go one, but also in the sense of like, an actual maid, cleaning up Time and straightening out the clutter. She has the most clear example of Maid business in the comic, but we also see that in Jane. Jane serves Life, in the sense of she is devoted to growth and progress and evolution, so much so that she properly flies off the handle in the epilogues because she is so dedicated to preserving and maintaining and in many ways protecting her species (albeit in a completely crock-pot delusional way) that she tries to "straighten out" the other species she would describe as "clutter". Porrim tho, we don't really know much about how she established herself in her role.

And as I said in another post, their duty of service is not unlike a Knight's duty of protection. Whereas the Knight protects their Aspect from things that would interfere with it, the Maid tidies it up when it gets a little messy and acts on behalf of the Aspect's inherent motives.

To put this into an analogy that I think best describes the relationship between the Knight, the Maid, and the Sylph: The Knight stands guard outside of the castle, sometimes being sent out on crusades and being trained for intense war-torn battlefields, but they keep stuff from getting in to wreck the place. The Maid tends to the gardens and relics and halls of the castle, maintaining proper upkeep of the castle grounds after natural wear and tear, and acting as a second line of defense should anything get past the Knights. The Sylph is a mystic healer from the forest that comes in on commission to fix the castle after several explosions and or plagues besiege the place, often after the fact.

So yeah, the Maid went from boring to oh wow that really fits those characters over the span of a few weeks. More to come, though, this is a nuanced system.

As for Aspects? I really like how all 4 polar Aspects interact with each other within Fraymotifs. That being: Breath/Blood and Time/Space. Time and Space are noted to function on a sort of passivity scale, with Time being more active and Space being more passive, with both Breath and Blood equally in the middle. Breath and Blood though, which are my favorite pair, operate on a more vague abstractness scale. Breath is more ideal and abstract, while Blood is more concrete and material, with Time and Space equally in the middle.

I mentioned in another another post that some Blood Classpects can make their allies' abilities manifest in a way that benefits the team in a more passive way, but I didn't go into much detail. You see, Space is the passive Aspect, not blood. Passivity and activity are things I don't really focus on, but the general conception of them in Classpecting is that passive Classes use their powers for others, while active Classes use their abilities for themselves. This isn't entirely untrue, I suppose, but another equally applicable understanding of it is passive Classes go with the flow, while active Classes move against it. Now, Blood would aim to use their abilities for their allies--those who share bonds--but it absolutely would rather fight against the flow. Breath, in the same vein, would be more inclined to use their abilities for themselves--detached from anyone else--but would be far more in their element by going with the flow. That is why they are equally passive and active. So yes, a Seer of Blood would aim their allies to benefit all those they are connected to (passive quality), but a Knight of Blood is a stubborn knucklehead who absolutely will not budge on an idea (active quality). An Heir of Breath would love to just let go and let the breeze carry them away (passive quality), but a Page of Breath constantly fights for autonomy and individual accomplishment (active quality).

Which is a really long-winded and self-indulgent way of saying its actually the passive-active component that is hard-baked into the Aspects that have grown on me.

[crackedpumpkin]

“Chicken and croffles” I had flashbacks at that man. There’s this person I watch and they were telling their story of trying to rizz someone through food, and by rizz I mean they tried to impress an attractive waiter, but fumbled a bit and ordered chicken and waffles. He got so nervous they ordered the first thing he saw, which was chicken and waffles. How attractive was this waiter? So attractive that his friends literally had to warn them and also tried to clean him up a bit to look more presentable LMAO

Really liked this chapter!!! Love the sceneries and how Miles and “Ray Paynt” interacted!!!! Something about how you write feels real, like even in the little things with Miles’ “It’s a choice.” And when dragging him along to the cafe at an unexpected notice. Stop writing food so deliciously it’s nearly 8am for me and I’m wanting some nice fruit-ade or something!!! 😭/pos

From one Michael to another, MICHAEL STAHP WITH THE TOUCHING YOU’RE GONNA GET YOUR WILLYIAM CHOPPED OFF FR

omfg i felt that fr im not even kidding. what i would give to be on the receiving end of that starstruckness.... okay in all honesty I'd probably be that very dude dropping my utensils.

WAIT OKAY STORY TIME BECAUSE IVE GOT ONE OF MY OWN:

So i recently went to korea in june and i went with 2 other friends who went to queue up at the NIKE store in the morning for their customization stuff right? So I wake up later and i go grab a coffee first at this store my friend recommended because it's cheap + rly good.

As such, I casually stroll along the street with my earbuds in bc im cool and swag and feeling myself right? I finally find this coffee shop and step up to the counter to order, except what do i see?

A GORGEOUS, STUNNING GIRL MANNING THE CASHIER.

At this point i am in full blown panic. I have never met anyone so pretty in my life. Her hair was silky smooth and dyed a light platinum-ish shade, and her makeup was flawless. her skin? dewy like a morning glory in bloom. Her entire figure and being? goddesslike.

at this point i am sweating buckets just from the thought of talking to her. but it's fine, right? its just a cup of coffee. i can do this.

i then proceed to ABSOLUTELY FUMBLE MY WORDS.

I just wanted this pretty drink called a franobe guys. thats all i wanted. but i got so shy and she couldnt hear me saying franobe so she kept going 'ah, latte?' and guys. i almost died on the spot.

I repeated it like 2x before she got what i was trying to say. Quick PSA that i am not fluent in korean at all, and understand more than i can speak. she asks me something in korean and i just go 'ne?' with wideass eyes like id just seen my newborn child or some shit.

anyway i finally manage to pay and get my drink and i walk away with my head practically in my hands. up till this day i am paranoid she thinks im an idiot. this is my chicken and croffles story for all you guys out there.

also im straight but this is one of the rare exceptions i lost my composure fr. what can i say? im w e ak.

im really glad you liked this chapter !! if it's one trait i could've given my characters or reader oc its the endless funds to go cafe hopping. cafe hopping is so, so fun, but so, so expensive like goddamn let me live my main character life in peace fr....

it's euphoric to hear that you liked the little moments !! i enjoyed thinking through those and just going like ah yes, he would say this! i really love writing or thinking about the small moments that lead up to the big picture. (also @buthowboutno-spamming gave me such great advice regarding this, and i wouldnt have been able to flesh out my fic and vision if not for his advice)

michael deserves to get his dick chopped off fr. but it's okay!! I plan for all my characters to go through developmental arcs lmfao, ive gotten too attached to the two idiots to let go of their potential now :)

Go get some fruit-ade or make some yourself bro it's super easy super good. lmk if you want a recipe and im more than happy to provide~

[freyito]

I’m so sorry if this is rude, but do you ever plan to update your queue post? I think some of the stuff on it might be stuff you’ve posted, but I’m not sure

ik u said to ignore this anon but ACTUALLY im gonna use this to my advantage. this isn't me like yelling at you lol just so you know. just to reiterate a couple things

the first is i am missing a couple asks on my queue post and i do essentially queue everything the minute i see i got an ask or i get an idea. normally i delete them off my queue or on my pinned post when i finish them (unless they were never on there which kinda happens a lot ((fics and ideas that just. hit me and dont let go)), but i do post a lot late at night and normally when that happens i update my queue and my masterlist the next day over cause i am too sleepy!!!!!

second is since im getting a lot more followers (like a lot more than i thought id get for such self indulgent pieces lol and even as a m! writer in general tbh) i want everyone to know what i said above!!!! BUT ALSO i dont rlly have a set schedule and i try and write when i can. i did JUST get a job so im still kinda learning to balance my writing and stuff like that since they haven't really given me a consistent schedule. so lowkey half the time i'll be like "new fic tomorrow". and then there is NOT a new fic that day. sometimes i just get rlly excited to post a fic and then i space out for a while, that happens a lot when youve got mad adhd and like sooo many things you can do and want to do!! that you just . do nothing.

i also tend to be overambitious (those who have read my fics since i first posted know lol and also my moots) so i'll like load up my queue with all these ideas and then a month later i'll delete some cause i like. totally forgot.

i also have had a couple of gripes with asks i get... which i hope i dont sound rude T_T. LIGHTNING ROUND THO!!!

i've had a couple of anons (before AND now) drop essentially the same ask (same anons), and i know i don't outright say which ask is which cause i try my best to give fics genuine titles, but just know i dont rlly delete asks !!!!!! unless they are against the rules

ON THAT NOTE!!! i urge everyone to pleaaaase read my rules waghhh!!!! i've gotten a lotta asks about a pregnant reader (specifically!!!!). i'm not here to yuck anyones yum at all but i myself am uncomfy with writing pregnancy (simply cause its a huge fear of mine lol). genuinely that is like the ONLY rule people gloss over (granted i need to update my rules uber soon). that doesn't mean i wont write stuff where reader and character adopt kids or whatever, just no pregnancy nothing like that

i've also had anons/people in my inbox ask "when will x fic come out" or ""check up"" on fics. please know that i am working on everything on my own time!!!! i try my very best to drop fics in order of my queue and i do prioritize requests!!!! but there are days where suddenly i am not feeling an ask or a fic i'm writing so to avoid burn out and fatigue and just overall producing a soulless piece i work on a different piece.

i'm also currently switching from headcanons & drabbles to mainly oneshots, cause i've just had a lot more fun writing bigger and proper pieces!!! that doesn't mean i won't write hcs/drabbles when i see fit ofc, but due to this lowkey like 80% of my asks went from "haha silly little drabble" to full on oneshots (and some even full on fics!). so my writing and ""production"" time has been significantly increased.

also another thing of note: over time i've kinda just slowed down if not halted completely on writing fics for fem readers... the Robin one will most likely be my last x Fem! reader simply cause it feels odd for me to write fem reader all of a sudden. mainly cause i am . a boy lol and i did start this account to write for male readers (cause especially after coming out several years ago it was just so hard to find x male readers yk??). I won't be deleting x fem reader requests cause lowkey they are all kinda bangersss so most of the time I will default to gn reader or switch to male reader as i see fit..

also lowkey circling back to the queue and masterlist in general, all my masterlists have a date at the very bottom for when i updated them o7

That was a LOT I AM SO SORRY.... but lowkey had to get a couple things out there T_T i think it's kinda cause i just switched up on mk and went into hsr so fast so my asks def have a different vibe in general lol...

[chloe-skywalker]

Awkward Situation - Paul Lahote

Paul x reader!Fem!Swan

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,541

Requested: Twilight imagine the part in New Moon where Bella slaps Paul and her little sister is their w/her Paul imprints on the reader and jacob isn’t happy about it and stuff like that. - @cokecola4211

Authors Note: I enjoyed writing this I tried to make it different from what I’ve read before. Thank you for requesting! Sorry it took awhile to post my queue has been FULL lol

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“Bella, maybe Jake just wants to be alone- or maybe some guy time.” Y/n suggested it to her slightly older sister. Bella and Y/n were hardly even a year apart in age but that didn’t stop Y/n from occasionally getting treated like a baby compared to Bella.

Y/n knew Jake and Bella had been spending a lot of time together recently and it seemed to be good for her sister after the Cullens left. But Jake had become sick or at least that's what he and Billy had been telling Bella. Y/n wanted to just leave it, he’d come back on his own either way. But her sister, no Bella , needed answers now and she wasn't going to wait to get them on Jacobs time.

Bella shook her head with a tight expression on her face. “No, Y/n. Something's up. Somethings wrong I can feel it.”

“Bella, we’ve both known Jake practically our whole lives maybe he’s just-” Y/n shook her head lifting her hand in q wave motion before dropping it down to her lap. “I don’t know, going through puberty?”

“His dad keeps saying he has mono but it’s been almost 2 weeks and he won’t even answer texts. Let alone calls.” Bella explained further as she pulled into the Black’s driveway.

“Maybe he’s still sick.” Y/n tried one last time as Bella put the car in park.

“Well, we're going to find out.” Bella stated before she got out of the car.

Y/n unbuckled her seatbelt and got out of the car to chase her sister muttering to herself. “This isn’t gonna go well.”

Bella knocked on the door and shortly after Billy opened the door. Bella had told the man in the wheelchair that she needed to see Jake, but all she got was that he wasn’t there. Next thing Y/n knew her sister had welcomed herself into the home practically going right over Billy.

“Bella.” Billy called after her but it was too late and Bella wasn’t listening anyways.

“I’m sorry, Billy.” Y/n said apologizing for her sister's actions.

Billy let out a sigh and sent a tired smile to the younger Swan. “Don’t worry about it, Y/n.”

It wasn’t even a few minutes later that Bella stormed out of the house and Y/n followed yelling after her. “Bella!”

“Hey!” Bella shouted and shoved one of the shirtless males Y/n somewhat recognized. “What did you do to him?!”

That's all Y/n could really hear from so far back. So she shouted out to her sister again, hoping to defuse the situation if she couldn’t just get her to leave. “Bella!” 

“Y/n wha-” Jake spoke out suddenly standing beside the Y/h/c-ed girl.

“She dragged me here with her.” That's all Y/n had to say for Jake to understand what was happening. Charlie got Y/n in the devoirce so Y/n and Jake grew up together their whole lives as siblings in Forks. They could understand what the other was saying with just a look.

Jake nodded before looking back at the scene and then pointed “And that?”

“She slapped that Paul guy.” Y/n told him and that changed his demeanor.

“Crap. Y/n, stay back.” Jake said as he noticed Paul shaking.

Y/n wondered why but then she made eye contact with the Paul guy her sister was taking her anger out on. It was as if time showed for a minute. All the members of the pack put it together, and that's when Jacob flipped and inevitably so did Paul.

Seeing them turn into giant wolves Y/n ran to her sister. “Bella, you okay?” Her attention was drawn back to the wolves fighting not far from everyone. “Woah. Now that's cool.”

“Really, Y/n?” Bella asked, turning her head to face her sister in disbelief at how her sister wasn’t scared.

“What?” Y/n shrugged. In her opinion that was cool. Way cooler than Vampire super speed, the eyes, and sparkling under the sunlight someone dumped a 1,000 pounds of glitter on you. The Paul guy and Jake turned into Wolves! And not just wolves, Giant wolves. That's impressive.

“What just happened?” Bella asked Sam Uley she believed his name was. All the while Y/n was confused as to the looks she was getting from the others, a few she had grown up with just like Jake. 

“Paul imprinted.” Sam stated looking at Bella. Then Jacob came out of the woods still looking pissed off.

“On Y/n.” Jake grumbled, clearly pissed off at the new found fact.

“Take her back to Emily’s. Bella too.” Sam told Jacob which resulted in a very loud scoff from the younger male. “That's an order Jacob. Embry go with them.”

“Hey, Em.” Y/n nodded to Embry. They have been friends for years. It brought comfort to Y/n, knowing someone else. Someone that wasn’t pissed that would be in the car with her, her sister, and Jake.

“Hey, Y/n/n.” Embry smiled. He had missed seeing her around since he phased.

“Why is Jake so pissed?” Y/n asked Embry hoping he could fill her in on what's going on exactly.

Embry sighed before explaining. “Him and Paul don’t get along, and he’s protective of you. As he should be, you're like brother and sister.”

“Why would he be protective over me when it comes to Paul? I’ve never met Paul before.” Y/n squinted with a furrowed expression as she questioned Embry confused.

“Paul should be the one to explain it to you. It’s not my place, or anyone else's in the pack.” Embry felt bad for Y/n. She had no idea what was going on and it very much involved her. But like he said it wasn’t his place to explain any of this to her. 

Y/n nodded in understanding, kind of. But maybe he could explain something else to her. “Can you explain the pack part to me then?”

Embry nodded with a smile stretching across his lips. “Yes, I can do that.”

It wasn’t a long drive but long enough for Embry to explain about the pack to Y/n.

“Who’s place is this again?” Y/n heard Bella ask and she listened for Jake’s answer.

“Emily and Sam’s.” Jake answered as he got out of the truck.

Jake and Embry helped Y/n off of the truck bed. With a quiet thank you from Y/n they all headed inside. The only ones that weren’t there was Sam and Paul. But it didn’t take long for them to join in on the group.

“Can I talk to you? Outside. Alone.” Paul asked nervously looking softly at Y/n, to let her know she could reject his request if she wanted to. Y/n nodded ‘yes’ getting up to follow him.

“Over my dead body.” Jake growled, glaring with his eyes set on burning holes into Paul.

“Jake.” Sam said his name firmly. Making Jake stand down. For now.

“Come on.” Paul nodded his head towards outside Y/n nodded as well and followed him outside the small nice home.

They walked into the woods for awhile, Y/n assumed long enough to be far away enough so the rest of the pack couldn’t hear their conversation. “So, I assume that they explained the whole pack thing to you?”

“Embry did, yeah. But not the imprint part?” Y/n spoke with a unsure tone, hoping she got the word right. Paul nodded with a twitch of his lips. “Not the imprint part. What is that by the way?”

“Guess I should explain that part then.” Paul smiled, hearing her just say the word of what she is to him. That made him feel warm on the inside, which was a new feeling for him. He did like it though.

“Embry said it was only your place to tell me what it is.” Y/n looked to the still shirtless male with curiosity. What did it mean? What did it have to do with her? And why did Paul have to be the one to explain it?

“I have a spot I’d like to take you, and I’ll explain on the way.” Paul suggested there was a place he wanted to show her that only he knew about. Great view that he never that he never showed anyone.

“Ok” Y/n knew she was being way trusting with this stranger. But he felt trustworthy. She didn’t know why but he does.

Paul stopped them for a second in their tracks. He really needed to know something and it was bothering him that he didn’t. “I do have a question before we get too far that I should know that I do not.”

Y/n let out an amused breath before asking. “And what's that?” 

“Your name.” Paul smirked

Y/n nodded with a smile. “Y/n. Y/n Swan.”

“Well, Y/n Swan. It’s nice to finally meet you.” Paul’s smirk fell into a smile. He always teased the others who already had their imprints about how whipped they were, but now he was starting to understand.

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[slasherbvnnie]

Until We Found You | Part VIII

Hello again, part viii is finally out. One last chapter left of this series. I hope it’s been enjoyable so far. This one is a bit short, but don’t worry. The next part will be longer. Tomorrow will officially be the last update. I hope you all return for the next series I write. You know the drill, heed the tags below.

Modern Day College Scream AU, Obsessed AFAB!Reader, Poly!Ghostface x reader, NSFW, All characters 18+

Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI Part VII  Part IX

Word Count: 954

You stumbled on your feet a little as you walked downstairs, in a daze as Stu set you onto the counter. He gave you a kiss on the cheek before heading outside to help Billy with Colton, you grimaced as you saw him and looked away. “Awe come on sweetheart, I saw the photos you had of Casey and Steve in your room,” Billy said with a chuckle, “It’s different in real life, huh? After they die though, it’s kinda the same as seeing it online or in photos. They don’t look real anymore,” he said as you shook your head, “my side hurts,” you said as you looked to them.

Stu was quick to look over your wounds, glaring at Billy and punching his shoulder. “You hit deep, fuckrag,” he said as you whimpered. “Come on sweetie, you’re strong, you can last a little longer, right?” Stu said as he cupped your cheek, your eyes began to well with tears again as you nodded. “Yeah, I can,” you said with a sniffle. Billy was by your side now, kissing you and apologizing over and over as he patched you up. “Come on, little bunny, we gotta get ready now, Tate’s gonna be here soon,” he said as he kissed your cheek and helped you off the counter.

You were sat on the floor of Stu’s kitchen, feeling a jab at your shoulder and blinking in surprise when you saw Dewey hovering above you. “Hey kid,” he said, tears in his eyes as he looked at you. “Dewey,” you said softly, sniffling and letting out a little yelp as he picked you up. “You’re pretty good with a sewing kit by the looks of it,” he said as he looked to the first aid kit next to you. “Oh, yeah, my mom taught me…” you mumbled out, squinting when you saw the daylight. You didn’t remember what time last night you had fallen asleep. You remember Tatum coming back to the house, after the boys dealt with her you remember being in the back of Stu’s car. Stu stayed with you until Billy gave him his queue, after that, things got a little blurry. You remember them hyping each other up about something and their groans, you remember the blood on the kitchen floor of…Stu’s house. After that you remember one of the boys trying to stitch up the wound they gave you, to make it more believable they said. You couldn’t remember which one of them it was, at that point you had began to get a little dizzy.

“Stu…Billy… Where? Are they okay?” You asked as Dewey looked to you. “We’re still taking a look around the house. We’ll let you know if we find them, okay?” He said as he brought you to the ambulance, setting you down for the EMS to check on you. As the minutes passed you saw gurneys with black bags being hauled out, Dewey walking to his patrol car and crying, but eventually you saw Stu on a gurney. Your heart fluttered knowing he was okay, you looked to the paramedic and asked if you could go check on him, thanking them and slowly walking over, being mindful of your injuries. “Stu,” you called out, the older boy looking at you and smiling. “Hey,” he said as he reached for your hand. A moment later you saw Billy, feeling relieved knowing both of them were okay.

You rubbed at your eyes as a few tears fell, feeling everything from the last few hours hitting you like a ton of bricks. You could hear voices in the background, looking up when you heard your parents calling your name. You groaned as they ran to hug you, Stu’s hand slipping from your grip. “I’m okay, really, it’s just a scratch,” you tried to play off, receiving even stronger hugs and more kisses from them.

You noticed a few officers making their way towards you and Stu, both gladly giving them the same story of what happened that night.

All about how ghostface tried to attack you on the porch, how the three of you did your best to get out before learning it was mr prescott behind the mask. How he was going berserk because of the anniversary of Maureen. After he thought he wounded the three of you he left in Stu’s car, meanwhile the three of you were left wounded and exhausted.

It wasn’t long until you could hear the shuttering of cameras and announcements in stuck up news reporter voices not too far. The paramedics treated you, but with the prices of ambulances your parents opted to drive you to the hospital themselves. You looked to your side as you walked to your parents car, seeing Gale Weathers and her henchman with the camera. You frowned, shooting your middle finger at them before climbing into the car. You looked out the window, smiling as you saw the boys parents taking them back into their cars and away from the crime scene.

You were happy to know they were okay, to know they were getting their big dream of being directors of their own movie, to know you all could finally be together. Although you hated the way the girls were left, you couldn’t deny the little twinge of jealousy from last night. They had Billy and Stu all to themselves for so long, when the boys revealed themselves to you, you felt jealous to know Tatum and Sidney had been with them. Despite the small amount of sadness you had now that they were dead, you felt a bit of happiness knowing they were gone and you could have the boys to yourself now instead.

[sfwregressionfanfictions]

Discovery (Eddie x Little! Reader)

Summary: Dropping hints and trying to read between the lines.

A/N: Do I have a queue of requests I should be working on? YES. Did the dopamine tell me to write an agere fic for Eddie Munson? Also YES. So I lived by my motto: follow the dopamine. Sorry for the long delay, I’ve been going to the doctors for a month now to deal with chronic joint pains! I am still trying to go through requests, just really needed to write this story.

TW: Mentions of drugs, Mentions of alcohol, Friendly teasing, Big-headspace, Anxiety, Stress, Lying, and Negative talk. Also, Age Regression, don’t like, don’t read.

Words: 2969

Eddie Munson was sat at the ‘Freak’ Table, a rather sad sandwich in front of him. Gareth was the only one at the table with him at the moment, (Y/N), Jeff, and the freshman were caught up doing only god knows what. Eddie was huffing and sighing, obviously deep in thought about something that was bothering him.

“Hey man, are you okay?” Gareth asked mouth half full with mac and cheese.

“I- Yeah, It’s just that-” Eddie wasn’t sure how to tell his friend what he was thinking, “Well- Remember how I told you I wanted to take care of someone?”

“Oh! Yeah!” Gareth stopped, quickly shifting to a whisper, “Where you want to take care of an age repressor.”

“An age regressor…” Eddie corrected. In all honesty, Gareth wasn’t meant to know, however, Eddie got a little too drunk and high one hangout. “And you know how I’ve been seeing (Y/N) for about a month right?” 

“Yeah, we all do,” Gareth said sarcastically.

“Well, I’ve been trying to drop hints and see if maybe she’s an age regressor.” Eddie sounded so frustrated.

“Have you found anything that indicates she might be a- that?” Gareth asked, head tilted and tray pushed away from him slightly. Eddie had his undivided attention.

“Well- nothing yet really… They have stuffies on their bed… But that isn’t proof! They are super clingy when they are tired, but that isn’t anything either. I just need to find proof, like a paci or sippy or blanky…” Eddie grunted unhappily.

“So you have to snoop around their room.” The sentence was a mix of a question and statement, “OR you need to get them to regress in front of you accidentally.”

“Or that…” Eddie quieted, this time he was thinking. ‘How do I get proof of their regression?’

His thoughts were short-lived, as the table was soon swarmed by Dustin, Lucas, Jeff, Mike, and (Y/N). Jeff was carrying their trays. (Y/N) most likely almost spilled it on him earlier. They sat right next to Eddie.

“Hi, Eddie!” (Y/N) still sounded shy and like a school kid with a crush while talking to their boyfriend.

“Hey! How is my baby today?” Eddie didn’t mean to talk to them like they were little but he couldn’t help it. The way their eyes began to sparkle when he babied them and was overly affectionate, made him start to do it unconsciously.

“I’m good!” They shouted out before they realized how loud they were and whispered an apology. (Y/N) began to pull on Eddie’s sleeve to get him to lean close to listen to their murmurs, “Can you come over tonight? I’m gonna be all alone, and I don’t want to have to sleep all alone. I was left money for pizza and movies! I also have enough for snacks! Please Eds please!”

Eddie didn’t waste any time pressing his hands to their cheeks, looking into their lightly moist eyes, “Oh sweetheart, I will come over tonight. How about I drive us after school? We can stop by my house, then family video, and if you want a convenient store!”

“Really?!?” (Y/N) bounced in their seat, overjoyed. 

Eddie chuckled and kissed their forehead, “Now eat, we have class soon.”

Lunch went smoothly, the Hellfire boys mainly talked about new characters for new campaigns or about new dice. (Y/N) listening contently, and asking if they could fill out a character sheet. They were already an honorary member, however, was too nervous to play up until this point. Eddie decided they would fill the sheet later, at their home. 

Soon, the bell rang meaning lunch was over. The group split up, (Y/N) heading one way, Eddie carrying their bag along with his, and the rest of the group exploding rushing all different ways. (Y/N) had to go to their history class, while Eddie had to go to English (which was on the opposite side of the school). When they arrived, Eddies kissed (Y/N)’s forehead and stroked their cheek. Both quietly wished each other a good day and promised to meet at his van. 

(Y/N) sat next to their friend Robin, slumping in their seat. Robin was not great with social cues, but was quick to notice this and assumed the worse. Robin turned to her friend looking panicked, “Are you okay? Please tell me you aren’t slipping right now. Cause I wouldn’t know what to do or how to get you out of here without-”

“Robin, I’m fine. I’m not slipping.” (Y/N) promised turning their attention to the teacher, who was now putting on a history documentary. This class would be smooth, now to get through the other 2 classes. 

“Then what’s wrong?” Robin pushed, curious at this point. 

“I just can’t figure out if Eddie would want to take care of me when I slip, like be my caregiver… I tried to drop hints, I introduced him to Mr. snuggles and he didn’t pick up on it! So then I tried to figure out if he was a…  you know, by watching him and just seeing, ya know?” They whispered, frustration evident, “It’s just he makes me want to regress around him, how he talks to me and always makes sure I’m okay… I don’t know.”

“Maybe you need to just talk to him about it. I mean- c’mon- Eddie can’t judge you, he wouldn’t!” Robin says, “or you could snoop, that would be easier.”

“Hmmmm… He’s sleeping over tonight maybe I could snoop in his van, and then drop hints when we pick movies and snacks?”

“Good idea!”

They both dropped into a comfortable silence, learning about the renaissance through a terrible documentary. The rest of the day was a boring blur, of information and teachers’ lives. Luckily, the final bell rang, meaning it was officially the weekend. (Y/N) stopped at their locker before making their way to the parking lot. The sun blinded them as they search for Eddie’s beat up old van. It was easy to spot, especially with music blaring from inside, as Eddie made it to the van first. (Y/N) started bounding to the vehicle, their backpack bouncing against their back. Eddie spotted them as he stepped out to greet them properly.

“Hey Baby, how was your day?” Eddie asked as he wrapped his arms around their waist lifting them off the ground slightly. 

“It was good, D-” (Y/N) quickly caught their slip up and interrupted themselves, “In history, we watched a movie!” 

“Wow baby, sounds like you had quite the day! Maybe you can tell me more about it during the car ride?” Eddie smiled, walking them to the passenger seat and opening the door for them. Watched as they climbed in, in case they needed help getting situated.

“Can I pick the music?” They were met with a nod and a point to the console full of cassette tapes. Eddie walked, with a passion to the other side, not wanting to leave them in the car alone for any longer than needed.

Once sat in his seat, Eddie looked at (Y/N) digging through his music, not yet buckled in. Soon ‘Love Gun’ by KISS was playing, and Eddie was leaning over to buckle them in, before taking off (not buckling himself in). “So tell me more about your day, Prince(ss).”

“Oh! So in math, we played a quiz game, and if you got the question right, you got candy!” (Y/N) said, pulling candy out of the pocket on their bag.

“Woah, my baby is so smart! How many questions did you get right?” Eddie smiled, similarly to the Chesire Cat. 

“I got all 10 right! So I got extra for getting all of them!” The praise was nearly enough to make them slip, however they fought it off.

The pair's first stop was at Eddie’s trailer. (Y/N) stayed in the car, as requested by Eddie. They took this opportunity to snoop around his van. Opening the middle console, the console in front of them, and eyeing the back of the van: nothing. All he had in the back was a small mattress and posters, similar to his bedroom. Soon the door flung open and Eddie was throwing a duffle bag in the back, hopping in.

“Now let’s go get some movies baby,” Eddie said.

“How was your day?” (Y/N) finally asked, feeling big enough to remember their manners.

“Amazing, now that I’m with you,” Eddie replied cheekily, pulling their hand to kiss the back of it.

“I’m glad we can have a sleepover tonight…” (Y/N) said, Eddie was caught by the wording. Most teens would say ‘I’m glad you can stay over’, avoiding the word sleepover. The word feels childish and innocent.

“I am too,” Eddie wanted to say more, but they were at the store. So he decided to jump out and ignore his urge to ask stupid questions. He opened the door for (Y/N), holding their hand as they hop out as well. 

Walking into the Family Videos, they were expecting to see Steve, however, were met with Keith’s unwelcoming face. Rather than starting a conversation with the unhappy man, the pair decided to wander until they find something. The couple started in the horror section but quickly moved past it, (Y/N) not wanting to watch a scary movie while so close to slipping. Shortly they found two comedies, and a thriller, and (Y/N) grabbed a kid’s film and claimed it was their favorite as a child. 

“Hmm... I’ve never watched that, maybe we can grab a few more and watch stuff from our childhood all night?” Eddie asked gently, prompting them to grab another movie, Sleeping Beauty.

“I have some movies at home too…” (Y/N) managed to mumble out, staring at the two movies they were holding: a carebears movie and a Disney one. They wanted to giggle at the fact they were getting away with getting them on account of them being part of their childhood.

“Okay, Sweetpea,” Eddie bit his lip to stop himself from smiling too wide. This had to be a sign of them being a regressor. It just had to. 

Eddie walked them to the counter putting the five movies on it. Eddie was quick to pull out his wallet, paying to rent the movie onto his account. He wouldn’t be caught dead letting his baby pay for anything, even if he had very little money. Luckily, he had enough to pay, and even enough for some snacks for the night in also. Thank goodness for the Jocks throwing a rager the week before and going to him for… Party favors…

Eddie led (Y/N) out of the store carrying the movies for them. They assumed since his hands were full they should go and open their own door only to be met with Eddie loudly demanding they get their hands off the door handle. Once he put all the movies in one hand, he pulled open the door for them and helped them in, and placed the movies at their feet. As he walked around the van to get in, he grumbled about how they were trying to steal his job. When he finally got in he jokingly wagged his finger at them shaking his head, although laughing slightly. 

“Now, do you want to head home, or stop for snacks?” He asked, buckling up and watching as they did the same this time. 

“We can head home, we have snacks at home…” They said while smiling, “Even got your favorite!”

“Oh, did you know? Had this all planned out before you even asked me, huh?” Eddie teased, one hand moving towards them as he began to drive.

“NO! Wanted to have it for if you ever wanted to hang out!” (Y/N) giggled out as they were poked at. 

“Hm, guess I will believe you,” Eddie glanced at them. They looked slightly fidgety, gnawing at their bottom lip, “Baby, that lip isn’t food.”

The comment made them immediately stop chewing their lip. They realized how close to slipping they were, all because of how well they were being taken care of. Tonight was going to be a challenge, how were they going to stay big the rest of the night, if they couldn’t for a simple car trip. Usually, they would be able to stay big for a very long time, even when he babied them, today was different. It was like Eddie had taken everything up a notch. 

They were so deep in thought they didn’t realize Eddie got out of the car to help them out. They were startled when their door was flung open, they recovered quickly. Unbuckling themself, they turned towards the door, Eddie grabbed their waist and helped them down (You know what I’m talking about like he lifts them, and it's so cute!!!). Eddie then grabs his duffle bag and the movies.

The two walked up to the door where (Y/N) realized they have to find the key in their bag. After struggling and fumbling for way too long, they found the key ring. Unluckily, there were multiple keys on the ring, causing another struggle, this one was short-lived as Eddie took the keys and unlocked the door quickly for them.

“Thank you,” They mumbled walking in, and closing the door behind them. 

“No problem baby,” Eddie said kissing their head, dropping the keys in the bowl by the front door before following them to the living room.

Eddie was obviously snooping, looking at pictures and random nicknacks in the room. He almost bounced in joy when they pulled them towards their room, saying they want to change but don’t want to be alone. When the got to the room, he saw a (What your room looks like)  room. He was soon snooping through their dresser feeling the fabrics of their clothing, before covering by saying which they should wear as its super soft. Once (Y/N) was out of the room, just in the bathroom right next door, Eddie jumped to look in their closet and under their bed to find a “little” box.

Soon Eddie came face-to-box, with an ordinary-looking shoe box, the only shoe box in the room. With a quick glance around, he throw the box on the bed and opened it. BOOM! This is the proof he was looking for! The box contained crayons, coloring pages, and a paci (and/or chewie, depending on your little age). Too busy soaking in his find, he forgot to pay attention to the door.

(Y/N) entered the room ready to jump on their boyfriend, but was cut short by the sight of his shocked face and their secret box. They needed an excuse, he looks shocked… ‘Maybe it isn’t shock, maybe it’s disgust! SAY SOMETHING, LIE’

“What are you doing?” Was all they managed to let out, their voice caught in their throat. Eyes began to glaze with tears, regression was creeping in from the back of their mind.

“Oh, I’m just looking in your box! You draw so well Baby!” Eddie said entirely genuinely, however to them it seemed to be a taunt or tease of them.

“IT’S NOT MINE I PROMISE!” (Y/N) cried out, tears still yet to leave their eyes. They were slowly trying to back out of the room. Maybe they could run, at least then they can be free from this torture.

“Then who’s is it?” Eddie asked, smirking, too caught up to realize their distress, “Come over here.”

“N-No! Ou don like me an more!!!” They yelled, stumbling towards the stairs.

Eddie quickly realized he didn’t deal with the situation correctly, rushing to keep his little one away from the stairs. Luckily as they were partially regressed they were moving slower than he was. He caught them easily, hands catching their armpits and picking them up. Once they landed on his hip, they tried thrashing. Eddie was hit in the face once or twice before they were placed on the edge of their bed.

“Stop,” Eddie commanded. This caused their kicking and flailing to stop, but their tears continued. Their sobs ripped through his heart.

“I Sowwy!” They said wanting this to be over, wanting him to say he thought they were gross or whatever else he had to say.

“Baby, thank you for apologizing. I am sorry for scaring you, and looking in your box.” Eddie said hands stroking the sides of their face, “I’m also sorry for not realizing you were upset, I was just so excited that you were a regressor that I missed your queues!”

With big teary eyes, (Y/N) blinked in realization. Tears changed from sad to happy cries, “Weawwy?”

“Yes Baby, I am so excited to see you little and help take care of you!” Eddie said, a smile of pure joy. He quickly remembered they didn’t agree to him being their caregiver, “That is if you want me to be your caregiver?”

“YESSSS!!!! PEASE!” (Y/N) jumped on him, tears left to a sniffle.

���Good, 'cause that means I can go put on a movie for you and get some yummy food, and then take care of you all night. How about you pick a paci, stuffie, and blankie?” Eddie asked grabbing their box so they can pick a paci.

“Seep down’taiws?” (Y/N) asked, picking a paci.

“Yes, we will sleep downstairs.” Smiling as they start trying to grab blankets and pillows, “And I will get everything for our sleepover, you are far too little to carry these!”

Eyes wide, staring at their new caregiver, their hearts swell. He was so good at taking care of them, “Okie Dada!”

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Rúben Dias Imagine | three

Author’s note: Wasn’t going to write anything for Rúben’s birthday, but then I got inspired after watching a reel on Instagram about a girl meeting an actor while queing to go to the bathroom, and here we are 😅 Hope you like it and thank you for reading! 💜

And happy birthday, Ru 😁

Masterlist

"I shouldn't have had that last drink."

"Told you."

"I know you told me" Alexa says, rolling her eyes. "But if a cute guy asks, you just say yes."

"He isn't that cute."

"He is cute. And now he's probably flirting with someone else because he is tired of waiting for me. What is taking them so long? It's just a wee!" she says, looking at the queue in front of us.

"Maybe only one bathroom is working" I shrug.

"Oh, great. Just great!" Alexa says. "I'm gonna miss the chance to hook up with a cute guy, and I'm gonna pee my pants!"

"The hooking up maybe is for the better" I shrug.

"I hate you" she replies, sticking out her tongue. "But talk to me."

"What?"

"Talk to me. If I'm listening to you I don't think about needing to pee, so talk to me."

"About what?" I ask.

"I don't know. Maybe the hot guy you've been checking out since we arrived?"

"I haven't been checking out anyone.”

"We've been queuing here for what feels like an eternity, and you haven't been able to stop looking at the guy standing next to the men's bathroom."

"Ok, fine. I've been checking him out."

"Because he's hot."

"Very hot” I sigh. “And I wonder why he isn't going in. I've seen guys coming in and out and… oh. Oh!"

"Oh what?" Alexa says.

"Just wait here."

"What?"

"Wait here" I repeat, walking towards the hot guy, his eyes fixed on his phone. "Hello?" Nothing. No answer. But damn, this close he is even hotter. "Excuse me" I insist, raising my voice a bit.

"Uh?" he murmurs, finally looking up.

"Hi, sorry to bother you" I say, giving him my best smile. "Do you know if there is anyone in the bathroom?"

"I… I don't know, sorry" he smiles, scratching the back of his head and showing a bicep the size of my head. 

"Could you do me the immense favour of going in and check? The queue for the girls' bathroom isn't moving, and I fear my friend's bladder may explode any moment now."

"Yes, sure" he chuckles. 

As he goes into the bathroom, I turn to look at Alexa.

"What are you doing?" she asks.

"Just wait" I reply.

"It's completely empty" he says from the door a few seconds later.

"Great, thank you! Alexa, come!"

"What?"

"Come here!"

"I don't want to lose my spot on the queue!" she protests.

"Just come here" I say, rolling my eyes.

"Fine. What do you want?"

"This wonderful gentleman here has checked that there is no one inside so you can use the men's bathroom" I explain.

"Really?"

"Yep. So go before something happens."

"Ok…" she says, looking from me to him and back at me before going in.

"Again, thank you very much" I smile.

"No problem" he smiles back. Though it doesn’t last long. "You gotta be kidding me" he says, looking at his phone.

"Did something bad happen?"

"My friends. I told them I wanted a quiet birthday, but they didn't listen, and besides dragging me to this club, now they've hired a stripper."

"Oh, wow" I laugh.

"Yeah" he sighs.

"Is that the reason why you've been standing here all alone for the past, what, 15 minutes? You are hiding from them?"

"I am, yes" he laughs. "Too lame?"

"Just a bit" I smile. "But Alexa and I are leaving. You can come with us if you want."

"You won't mind?" he asks. “We just met.”

"I know I won't" I smirk. "And I don't think she will complain either. You just saved her bladder."

"Ok" he laughs. "Where are you going, tho?"

"Not sure. Some guys we met said something about going to another club, but we don't have to go with them if you don't want to. It's your birthday, you should pick what to do."

"I should, shouldn't I?" he chuckles. "But I don't mind where we are going. What matters is the company" he says, giving me a look from head to toe that makes my body temperature go a few degrees up.

"I'm alive again!" Alexa says, storming out of the bathroom. "Oh, sorry. Did I just interrupt something?"

"No" we say at the same time.

"Are you sure? Because the sexual tension coming from you two is making me horny."

"Alexa!" I say, giving her my most murderous look. "Should we go see if your cute guy is still waiting?"

"Oh, yes! If you are getting laid tonight, so am I" she says, giving us a mischievous smile before walking away.

"I… umm… happy birthday?" I shrug.

"Happy birthday" he laughs, taking my hand on his and following Alexa.

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"Good morning, birthday boy."

"It isn't my birthday anymore" he chuckles while turning to face me, the bed complaining with the movement. How we managed to not break it last night, will remain a mystery. 

"Then happy unbirthday."

"Thank you" he smiles.

"Did you enjoy it?"

"Best birthday I've had in ages."

"What was your favourite part?"

"Do you seriously have to ask?" he laughs, moving to be on top of me.

"I don't know what you are talking about" I try to shrug as he starts leaving kisses down my neck.

"Leaving that pub Alexa took us to was the beginning."

"I see… And then?"

"Then eating that pizza I shouldn't have eaten" he says, now kissing my shoulder.

"You loved it, tho."

"I did" he smiles against my skin.

"And then?"

"Then the walk around town."

"That was lovely. Anything else?"

"Kissing you" he says before doing it.

"A highlight of the night, yes. But I think that wasn't your most favourite part."

"What came after was" he smirks, starting to leave kisses on my chest.

"After?" I ask, feeling my body tensing under his.

"Coming to your place. Kissing a bit more. Taking off our clothes. Being in this exact position. And then…" he says, leaving a kiss below my belly button.

"And then?" I whisper.

"Then doing this" he says before disappearing between my legs.

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"Do you seriously need to leave?" 

"I do. I'm meeting with some friends."

"Striper friends?"

"No, not them" he laughs.

"I'm gonna miss you."

"I will miss you too" he says, kissing the tip of my nose. "But we can meet again. Maybe have a proper date?"

"That sounds perfect" I smile.

"Great."

"Great" I repeat.

"Now I have to go" he says, opening my flat's door. "Thank you for the best birthday and unbirthday ever."

"You're very welcome."

“And sorry for lying earlier.”

“What?” 

“When I told you that my favourite part of the night had been… well, you know” he smirks.

“You seemed to really enjoy it. And every time we did it.”

“I thoroughly enjoyed it. But all that wasn’t my favourite part. You were my favourite part. Spending it with you.”

“Aww, that’s cute” I smile.

“I know. I am very cute” he smiles back. “And very late, so I better leave. See you soon, ok?”

"Ok. But wait!" I say, stopping him as he turns his back at me. "You are forgetting something."

"Am I?"

"This" I say, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him as if my life depended on it. "A late birthday present so you don't forget about me."

"I won't forget about you, trust me.”

"You better" I threaten him with my finger. "Now you may leave."

"Ok" he laughs. "Bye."

"Bye" I smile as I watch him walk away down the corridor, crossing paths with my flatmate Caroline.

"Please tell me I'm not dreaming and that I just saw you making out with Rúben fucking Dias" she says when we meet.

"What?" I laugh, walking into our flat.

"Rúben Dias? The Manchester City player? That was him."

"That wasn't him."

"Yes, it was. I would recognize that back and those biceps everywhere.”

“And I would also recognize him if I had spent the night with him” I say, letting myself fall on the sofa.

“Did you sleep with him?"

"I did."

"Oh my God!" Caroline says, sitting next to me. "You fucked Rúben Dias!"

"I didn't! It wasn't him!" I insist. 

"Then he now has a twin brother?" she laughs. "Did he tell you his name or used a fake one?"

"He… he actually didn't tell me his name. And I didn't tell him mine either."

"You what?"

"We were too busy talking and having fun, and when we came here there was no time and… Oh my God, Caroline. Oh my God! He said he wanted to take me out on a date and he doesn't know my name! And I didn't give him my phone number either! How will he find me?" I say, starting to panic.

"Well, he knows where you live. It’s something" she shrugs.

"I guess, yes…"

"But I still can't believe you hooked up with a guy, didn't share names because you were too busy flirting and then making out among other things, and he turns out to be Rúben Dias" Caroline laughs.

"Are you sure it was him?"

“Positive. But wait" she says, taking out her phone and looking for something. "Ha! I knew it! John Stones posted this story last night. Celebrating my mate's birthday, he says. And look who is the guy standing next to him in the photo."

"No… fucking… way.” Same messy hair, same brown eyes, same shirt with half the buttons undone for whatever the reason. It is him. The guy I've had one of the best nights and mornings of my life is... “I slept with Rúben Dias!”

“Told you” Caroline laughs. “Congratulations, girl.” 

“I slept with Rúben Dias”I repeat, realization kicking in. He was Rúben Dias. The Rúben Dias. Holy shit. 

[tiajk]

“You are hurt”

“I’ll be fine”

“You better I need you”

My name is anjali

Jake x reader/OC x neytiri

Warnings: cursing, and a bit of angst,fluff at end, probably wrong grammar, bad writing probably I’m sorry, did not proof read so things might not be right

Description: basically Anjali and Jake are getting there ikran and Anjali almost dies in the process but Jake and neytiri are there for her while she gets patched up by mo’at

Me,Jake and a few other soon to behunters climb up the hallelujah mountains with Tsu’tey in front of us. I would never admit it but he lowkey scared the hell out of me but we were climbing so high attempting to comfort myself I tell myself not to look down or even think about it just keep going up

“Hey Anjali do not hold us back we will leave you” Tsu’tey boomed at me from above I rolled my eyes at him even though he couldn’t see me his yelled at me again “don’t make me come down there myself Anjali” I knew he was just trying to look out for me but it annoyed me “I heard you the first time I’m moving as fast as I can”

Jake was bellow me and he started chuckling “good job anji you made the great Tsu’tey himself worry about you”

“Yeah yeah Jake but come on I wanna meet my ikran”

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Jake had already found his ikran and came back to us now it was my turn Tsu’tey patted my back with a small smirk on his face “good luck Skxawng”

I look at him one last time “hmmm I’m gonna need it” as I walk towards all the Ikrans they all hid in fear I bear my fangs as I try to challenge them they all fly off or give me the side eye ‘did I deadass just get sided eyed by a fucking alien bird’ I keep walking careful. No ikran dares steps up to me

I sigh slumping my shoulders as I feel and probably look defeated I turn to Jake, Neytiri, and Tsu’tey “WELL WHAT NOW” I shouted over the waterfall “YOU KEEP SEARCHING” Neytiri yelled back at me I put my head back and groan be Neytiri isn’t a force to be messed with so I obeyed

I tired again at the one certain ikran it’s colors bright red and yellow it flew off and there was a cave a dark cave but I felt a pull like it was right

So I went in Jake was shouting after me “don’t die in there” I chose to beat is ass later

It was dark but there was some light from the outside shining in the cave allowing me to see just enough

Then I heard it the most ground shaking, terrifying roar to ever exist the cave rocks form the ceiling falling so my first instinct RUN And that I did running out of the cave the rocks were falling but that didn’t stop me I looked back and I saw the ikran my ikran chasing me with its jaw open truth got snap me in half

As I finally got out of the cave I fell (basic shit i know) I see the ikran Big like big big

She spreads out her wings and she was larger than all the hallelujah Mountains herself GET UP

“Okay got this big ass bird to tame then we’ll be all okay” I Remember what my mother taught me as a child “be the prey then become the predator”

So I told my head and snarl at her I think it’s a her “come and get me”

She runs towards me and I stay there waiting for her to be close enough so I can trap her I cut it close some of the teeth pick at my leg leaving a few cuts I duck the band we use I took it out really quickly it unraveling as i jump on her beak locking my legs over her mouth then replace my legs with the band and pin her to the ground “yeahhh I got you now bitch”

Apparently not she flaps her wings lifting both of us off the ground I tightened my girp on her body holding on for dear life “ANJA COME ON” Jake screams at me I look at him upside down he had worry and fear in his eyes I wanted to give him a Witt comment but I couldn’t not right now I climbed up on from being at the bottom of her neck to the top trying to grab mine and her queues trying to bind them together until she try’s to shake me off and I grab back into her neck again

“Godamn girl you got problems” as if I couldn’t be more terrified she takes us up higher to the point we’re about the clouds I see Jake and neytiri on there ikrans trying to help me but I know they could just sit there and watch me while I try to get my ikran under control as she continues to shake I remember again

To when I was small and scared of everything my mother saying “one day nobody will come and save you so get your ass up and use everything you have to survive” as I take my hand off of her necks and grab our queues and combine them together then it all stops

Everything silent the world nothing hit wind that’s because I passed out me and my ikran we’re both falling and quickly almost to the ground but I heard shouting “GET UP GET UP” as I open my eyes I see Jake, Neytiri and even Tsu’tey on there ikran shouting at me to wake up then I look down we’re almost to the ground my the river so I think the command UP

And my ikran obeys I sigh happily my back skimmed the rocks on the river it stung but that didn’t matter what mattered was I was alive and I felt amazing my heart our hearts beater fast and amazing

I screamed of joy and cried tears of happiness “JAKE DID U SEE ME DID YOU SEE THAT” I said as I saw Jake come towards me in his own ikran “YEAH ANJA YOU TOTALLY KICKED ASS” I laughed again as we went back I saw neytiri she went up to me and hugged me tightly “thank ewya you are safe Anjali” I chuckled

“You can’t get rid of me that easily”

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We were back at camp All of the hunter passed the test me and Jake were officially sort of the ometicya clan mo’at was tending to my injuries my back became bloody and bruised “tsk Tsu’tey told my about you at the test I knew you would get hurt somehow but not this much”

“Neither did I” I was smiling still neytiri promised shes take me and Jake somewhere but I needed to be helped first speaking of the devils they both came into the tent “You are hurt” Neytiri said while sitting in front of me Jake beside her ““I’ll be fine”

Jake spoke up “You better I need you” I laughed that caused Mo’at to hit me on the shoulder “child stop moving” I nodded “yes ma’am”

End <3

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summary : riri bestie come to wakanda and shuri is kinda selfish

its mature they not hunching frfr

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and i posted 2 times this week stop play with me. also the bestie is bdtrelilbrother from tictok i love him down .i never tried anything like this fr, yall know this only my second fic so give tips in shit i neeeed it!!!!! also this can be a part to i think i got a couple ideas!

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riri looks up from the board she is writing on. in the lab, she’s making updates to shuri’s panther suit.

“hey baby” shuri peeks up at the call

“ remember my friend is coming into town for this week he’s staying for like 2 days. i’ve got a list of things planned for us. you can always join” she smiles turning back to the board.

“knowing you get clingy and jealous as hell” she mutters to herself

“what I do not, I’m not clingy! have fun with your little friend.” shuri tells the lie so smoothly. riri rolls her eyes at the tale

“ oh, you don’t? wanna bet? I think I had seen some shoes I wanted” shuri tutts her

“ you can scam them lil college students, but you can’t scam me” she ends with booping her nose.

days pass by rapidly

riri’s heals clack with the materials of the landing deck. she walks up to the landing shuttle. okoye pops out of the aircraft with her bestie ray trucking behind her.

“ ms. willams I’ve delivered your weird, talkative friend”

“fast and safely thankyou, thankyou, general”

black pants sagging, white tee, white air force 1’s and a shiny necklace on his neck. sticking out like a sore thumb. a classic african american in wakanda. in his left hand is his large suitcase.  

finally, they spot each other. ray drops in suitcase immediately, they run and capture each other in a warm embrace. holding each other tight with arms wrapped around each other. unaware to the two shuri is spying above, looking out from the lab window.

‘they don’t have to hug for that long’ shuri sneers out

“ bitchhh you look good” the two down below, began to catch up.

“ no, ray literally missed you so much them calls just wasn’t cutting it no more” riri wipes a dry tear from her clear eyes.

“i knowwww! okay so I look good now, where are we going” ray spins around showing off his outfit

“yeahh, head to show wakanda how we get’s down, yeahhh” a nasty giggle is delivered from the two.

“okay, wait. so first I’m hungry so food, and then after that we can come back change and go out to the club” on queue riri stomach marks a monstrous growl.

“oooooo you got it all planned out for lil ole me” ray is jumping at squealing.

“ but..” riri causes him to stop jumping

“ I did invite shuri with us, she is always cooped up in her lab and I want her to bond with you also.” she nervously says.

“oh girl you had me stressed! yeah I’m down with the queen for sure” “do she know how to party tho?” he whispers, with a nasty smirk riri nods her head.

“umm she can party forsure , hopefully she just has the strength to get out of the lab”

“girl you know what! keep them lil nasty thoughts for later you have to tell me  everything later about you and the fucking QUEEN”

they enter the palace, going to ray's guess room

“ oh my god, bitch , this my room?!?”

“ uhh yea something wrong”

“ nah it’s giving black luxury!!! giving i needa find me a lil wakandan man so I can settle down here” he drags out, causing a series of laughter to erupt from the room. they put away the items and head out for food.

“okay so I know you love your nigerian food but we just gonna go by the vibes tonight” riri states while playing with her gifted personal beads

“yeah, I’ll buss it down for sum greens, ANY TIME AND DAY! plus I don’t want to get anything I can get back at home.”  he speaks while looking over to what riri is playing with.

finally getting her beads to corporate “ hey baby me and raymonte finna head out for some dinner, after we eat we was thinking about coming back here and getting dressed to go out to the club. I’ll keep you updated if anything changes. also, if you're going let me know! bye, love you.”

pointing to the kimoyo beads, “friend why is you taking to yo bracelet”

“oh these my kimoyo beads i can do a whole bunch with them. video call, regular call, record, do the lil cpr thing with them” ray pokes the beads.

“ oh okay I knew you said wakanda has technological advancements but dang”

“ yeah just wait till you see the rest of the city”

they exit the palace heading to the maglev train.

“ ri where the fuck the rails at omg”

“ ray get on the fucking train please. even if I did explain how it works, you still gone be confused.”

“ I ain’t even mad, you know me so well, I missed you so bad.”

they finally reach the city floor, orange skies complemented the tall building and buzzing streets.

“ you know wakanda give new york but like… without all the bad shit.”

“what the hell is you talking about”

“ new york like the best state kinda right, everyone loves new york. but they got high ass rent, trash, bugs, terrible homes everything is so much for lackluster. wakanda is just like new york but make it no bad shit oh and african- girl why it’s a whole mexican pop up thingy” riri just listens as her friend talks rambles on and on.

“oh since shuri made an alliance with the man namor”

“ wait the the bitch who was tryna murk you??”

“ yeah him, the talokans really like wakanda so some of them bring their food over here so yeah, but wakanda ain’t completely cut off we got food from like every african country and even soul food”

“ oh snap so they still knew the world, but was hiding from it ??? crazy”

“uhhhh yeah and yeah kbbq”

“ohhh okay well ms international want to share a torta?”

“ they got a wakanda inspired one, this beans, meat, and cheese different”

they order the food, sharing the sandwich while exploring the golden city. they stop and see different neighborhoods and downtown and malls.

soon rays legs start hurting so the exploring is cut short.

“ girl, wait, pause, my feet thobbin i need lay down”

“oh look here go the train just in time” they hop onto the maglev making their way to the palace. stepping into the entrance ray goes to his room to rest up and to get dressed, riri goes up to check on shuri. trotting into the lab,she finds it empty, still thinking her lover could be in there, she enters even further.

“shuri you in here” silence greats her.

‘hmm, maybe she’s in her room’

quickly reaching the room, she greats the queen.

“hey baby I’ve been looking for you”

“oh I was up here I stopped working a little early, how was the food?” shuri kisses the small girls forehead pulling her into her lap on the bed.

“ good we shared a torta. sooo that means you coming out with us?”

“uhhh I don’t know all about your friend”

“what baby, you never even met him”

“I’m just saying he’s really close and touch with you” riri gives a look to shuri

“see! I want my money I knew you was gone do this” shuri rolles her eyes at her

“yeah whatever I'm not going” shuri pushes riri off her lap trying to get under the covers. riri goes into the closet pulling out a dress.

“oh baby calm down, that’s just how we are. you have literally nothing to worry about I promise. this is a person that means a lot to me. he’s closer than family.” riri finishes as she slips up the short dress, “can you zip me up”

“wha what your wearing … that” shuri stares at her blankly

“umm yeah? it just a dress you should get dressed” picking up her phone riri calls ray

“are you ready”

“ yeah i’m puting on my shoes right now.”

“okay let me see the fit.” ray turns the camera around towards the full body mirror.

“okay lil gangsta” rounds of high pitch yeahhhs are said.

“yeahhhh”

“yeahhhh! you look good real bad”

“oh ooo lemme see you” shuri is already on edge. riri props the phone up on a dresser and backs away giving a 360

“my GAWD you big booty bit-” shuri slams the phone down ending the call.

“shuri… for real? why you do that” riri says with big pout

“ really…” shuri rolls her eyes at riri’s confusion. shuri zips up her low rise jeans, ready to go.

“you're deadass giving him a 360, I need you, to be for real” riri sends a text message

‘meet me at the club, and go with one of the doras’ she then drops the location  

shortly riri and shuri are walking up to the club. shuri’s arm rest around riri’s waist as they walk in. the club atmosphere is surrounded with yellows and browns.

“want a drink love”

“yeah baby and can u get ray some shots of tequila” hesitating she agrees.

the scientist stalks around the club looking for the man, once she spots him she waved him over.

“girl let���s go dance”  ray damn near yanks riri out of her heals to her dance floor.

the club is loud, lights bright, speakers blasting music. songs switch fast, at first freak hoe by speaker knockers is blaring. ray naturally turns around to riri and dances on her. creating a small crowd to hype him up. shuri is on her way back to the spot she left riri originally. spotting all the commotion, she makes her way to the dance floor. people naturally parting ways once they look up and see its shuri that’s cutting through. before she reaches the two, ray is still dancing on riri. then the song changes again and city girls is playing, the two irrupt screams.

“do it baby stick it baby suck up on that” riri screams

“WHATTT” ray answers

“until that”

“WHATT”

“hickey baby” they both scream the lyrics in sync, adding their own twist to the song.

riri then begins to dance on ray, in return he catches her as she did to him. riri dress rides up a bit and ray goes to pull it down.

“hold up bookie your dress”

shuri then closes the remaining distance, stepping into riri’s front line of vision. the younger head shoots up at the touch.

“ oh hey baby, ray this is shuri, shuri this is ray”

“heeey miss queen” shuri’s eyebrows rise to the top of her forehead, she didn’t expect him

to be so nice, but she is still pissed.

‘maybe riri was right, well we will see’

“hello good to finally meet you ray, you know since you stole my girlfriend away from me” she passes all the drinks around.

“shuri stop” riri smacks her arm.

ray give a loud cackle, “ms shuri you could have joined us earlier when we went and got some food. i never wanna steal her away from you, even though she was and is my first.”

shuri tries to bite her tongue, but she can't hold back.

“yeah, that’s cute, but I’m who she belongs to, so now what.”

shuri snakes her arm around riri’s waist, causing her dress to ride up. sensing that she then places a hand on her ass giving it a squeeze.

“OOOOO you said she was pressure, BUT GOOD GAWD” ray and riri giggle and geek over shuris possessiveness.

they dance all night, the queen finally letting loose for real. the club is jumping, the room to move gets smaller and smaller. after a few rounds of drinks and shots riri starts to feel the effects. Rihanna’s work seeps into the loudspeakers. as work plays riri grinds her hips on shuri. she turns around placing her hands on her knees fully loosing any shame or decorum. they dance to the beat, as ray tells them he’s going to the bar. riri turns around to put her hands around the queen's shoulder. out the corner of her eye she spots ray. her best friend is seen talking to some tall guy with muscles the too leaning on the bar. she is pulled away from her nosy antics by shuri.

“your lucky i love you for real.”

“I know I’m very lucky, but what made you think that this time”

“your dance on your little friend”

“love it’s my body I can dance on whom I want” they still continue to dance despite the weight on the conversation. work fades in quickie by Miguel.

“I understand that, but it’s just like, why she can’t dance with me, I’m her girlfriend. I’m the one who can make you scream, nobody else can.” shuri tightens the hold on riri’s waist.

“you are mine love, you know I don't sharing what mine love.” the queen snakes her hands down to riri’s core, delivering light touches. she knows the little drivers her insane, continuing, she rubs her clothes clit in circles. riri leans her head back on shuri’s shoulder, releasing moans that the music hungrily swallows. shuri front to riri’s ass, she persists putting the girl through hell, riri can’t wait to rip off her tight dress. the night slowly comes to an end, the boy and the couple slowly walks back to the palace.

“girl wakanda party a lil too hard for lil ole me” the group cackled

“nahh, but I did see that man you was talking to at the bar”  

“you always been so noisy, stay otta grown folks business”

“but nah I never got his number, I don’t know if he forgot or that’s just wakanda’s customs”

“It's not”

“well damn, I guess that's it for that then”

they enter the train platform and ray bumps into someone “ooop sorry bookie.”

ray looks up and see it’s the guy from the bar from. feet away, the couple sees them exchange numbers and socials. shocked and amazing at the perfect timing.

walking back to the couple “yeah, yeah! better hind your mans raymonte outside y’all”

they ride the train, walking into the palace.

“oops sorry bookie” shuri repeats in her accent tears in her eyes.

the couple head up to their room. while stripping off her dress riri sparks the conversation back up again.

“but what makes you act that way, you know I love you”

“yeah, but it just doesn’t feel good being selfish. I know it's irrational, but I do try.”

“plus, I just met ray and I thought he was some straight man trying to steal you away!!”

“first of all good thing we both gay” riri laughs at shuri’s misunderstanding.  

“and also you really thought I’m gonna give up you! YOU! wakanda, the relationships I’ve built her for some man… ewww!” riri slips out of the dress heading to the shower, shuri in tow.

“even if I was into men, he can’t do nothing. somebody that can’t even cook noodles right ? somebody that calls me when he gets scared of spiders and shit.” riri pulls the nob for the hot water to turn on.

“wow that’s crazy but not too much on bookie okay!” they giggle as their bodies become clean with the soapy suds.

[anabsolutemyth]

Pulled the Wrong Strings

Characters/Pairings: Taemin, Reader, Taemin x Reader

Content: Smut. Sub/Dom dynamic, anal play, public play, implied consent. No physical description of reader (open season for everyone!)

Word Count: 1119

Foreword for context: Taemin/Reader "situationship". Monogamous sexual relationship, living together because it suits both parties, but not a romantic relationship. I have not proofread this (apologies), I just wanted to throw it out into the wild. There would also be more smut to come at the end of this but I currently cannot be bothered writing it. Maybe I’ll come back and update/proof it properly.

Scrolling through Twitter was usually fairly dull, just cat videos, news, memes, but tonight you were taken by surprise when you noticed someone's name trending and decided to have a look. Taemin.

He was away performing in front of his fans for the first time in years, leaving you to look after Kkoong and Daeng. Suited you perfectly until you saw videos of him on stage doing a challenge, a challenge to make the audience scream as loud as possible while dancing to 'Strings'. Dancing would have been fine, but throwing his ass back was not. That triggered the possessive streak in you.

- - - - - - - - - -

When Taemin got home he greeted you as sweetly as always, fussing around the cats when they snaked around his feet, he clearly had no idea that he had fucked up earlier.

Without looking at him you started the game.

"Taemin?" You waited for him to acknowledge you, "I saw what you did tonight."

"Huh? Oh the fans uploaded videos of the show, was it good?"

"Strings, Taemin." Turning to face him, you could see the worry start to creep into his expression. "Did you really think I would let you get away with that?"

He started blushing and made his way over to the sofa and sat next to you, leaning in.

"I... got a bit carried away," he said, trying to hide his face behind his hands. The game was on, Taemin had dropped right into his submissive role without a moment's hesitation.

"You know I'm the only one that gets to see you like that Taemin, I'm gonna have to punish you."

At those words Taemin hopped off the sofa and got on his knees in front of you, ready to pay for his indiscretion, but you interrupted him.

"Tomorrow, when you're on stage."

Taemin stuttered slightly, "Tomorrow? It's being streamed live tomorrow, I can't —"

"You could be performing in front of the President tomorrow, I'd still be punishing you Taeminnie."

As you got up and walked past Taemin, still kneeling, you ran your hand through his hair gently. A moment of kindness before the cruelty.

- - - - - - - - - -

The next morning you packed your bag to go with Taemin to his afternoon fanmeet, making sure you only took the essentials: phone, purse, lube, facemask, wireless vibrating butt plug, entry ticket, and a sharpie.

When you got to the venue Taemin was grabbed by the stylists, so you dumped your bag in the dressing room and headed to the foyer to get your ticket checked for the show later. Perks of sleeping with the star of the show included front row seats whenever you wanted them and not having to queue to get in.

After getting that done you headed back to Taemin's dressing room where, thankfully, he was alone, the stylists had finished their work and the managers had gone out to grab some lunch. You closed the door over and made sure to do the latch to lock it. You walked over to where Taemin was, perched on the dressing room table, tapping away on his phone.

"You ready for your punishment Taem?"

He looked up, mouth open, hesitating, "...Yes Miss, how do you want me?" He put his phone down, paying full attention to you now.

"Over the table, face the mirror, trousers and briefs down," you commanded.

As Taemin followed your instructions you grabbed your bag and took out what you needed, placing them neatly on the table next to him so he could see. It made you smirk when you noticed him glancing nervously at what you were pulling out of your bag.

With your poor little sub in position you picked up the bottle of lube and gave him your next order, "Be a good boy and spread your ass for me Taeminnie."

An audible gulp before he reached back and opened himself to you, followed by the click of a lid being opened. Cold, velvety lube coated your fingers and dripped onto Taemin's skin, slowly sliding between his cheeks and over his hole. A soft, quiet moan spilled from him when your finger pushed into him. Slowly working in and out, teasing him open, adding a second finger and crooking them just enough to hit the right spot. His breathing had become heavy, letting you know he was ready.

You took away your fingers to slick up the plug, checking that it was charged and connected before popping it into Taemin's eager hole, fitting so perfectly with the contours of his body.

"Almost done," you said, wiping the excess lube across Taemin's cheeks to clean your fingers, "you can relax now."

You picked up the sharpie from the table, snapped the lid off and ghosted your free hand across the small of Taemin's back.

You questioned, "Now... what should I put here baby, hmm?"

Taemin knew better than to try and answer you, instead remaining quiet, until you started pushing on the plug inside him as you pondered what to mark him with. He tried to hold back but he couldn't help moaning, muffling himself on his hand.

After a moment you decided to decorate your man by writing "Destroy me" across his tailbone, just low enough to be hidden beneath his briefs. You took a step back and snapped a few pictures on your phone, making sure that Taemin was looking at you in the mirror.

"Better get dressed, managers will be back soon and you'll be on stage in no time."

- - - - - - - - - -

You took your seat in the front row, waiting for the show to start. When Taemin appeared on stage you noticed the look in his eyes when he saw you: a mixture of fear, lust, and excitement. Knowing that you had put that man on stage filled and marked was one of the biggest turn-ons you had ever experienced. Thousands of people in the hall and thousands more watching him online, all while he was being constantly reminded of who he belonged to.

To anyone else the subtle signs wouldn’t have been noticed: near-silent gasps during choreo, the twist of his smile, the crossing of his legs when sitting down, but you knew about what was happening, the pleasure building in him. You waited until Taemin was challenged to perform Criminal blindfolded to put the plug to full use. As the music started you opened the app on your phone and hovered your thumb over the controls, waiting for the volume to pick up before ramping up the vibrations as high as possible.

If Taemin hadn’t sat his handheld microphone down behind him, the whole crowd would have heard him moan. Thankfully for him, the bass made sure nobody in the front rows heard him either.

[mara-xx217]

Psssssst this is a total stranger you don’t know asking if you’ll write about your favorite characters - dbd killers or slashers - reaction to their girlfriend deepthroating a popsicle in front of them because she has no gag reflux and forgets about it. Again it is a stranger we’ve never talked I’m very shy 👄 🍦

Ah, yes, Anon I've TOTALLY never met before, I shall indulge you/j

This is gonna be fun~ 😏

Michael Myers

Queue classic Mikey stare

…

It's not unusual for Michael to silently stare at you like the creepy weirdo that he is, so it takes you far too long to realize that you're doing something very inappropriate

You've practically finished your popsicle before he's grabbing your wrist tightly, forcibly yanking the stick from your mouth

Before you could protest, he squeezes your wrist, a silent threat for you to Shut the hell UP

It takes you a few seconds to put the pieces together, but when he forcibly yanks you forward, face first onto his already rock-hard member, you figured that you may or may not have forgot to mention to him that you, in fact, have no gag reflex. Whoops...

Looks like you're in for a long night...

Jason Voorhees

He doesn't know if he should be terrified that you're gonna choke to death, or mortified that you're somehow not doing so already

Will do a very noticeable triple take, before covering his already masked face out of sheer embarrassment

W-What is happening..?! You're acting like that is completely normal! ... I-Is that n-normal?!

Jason has a bit of a crisis, contemplating everything he's ever known, all while you're happily deepthroating your popsicle, completely oblivious to your boyfriend's silent meltdown mere inches away from you

Will tap you on the shoulder and try his best to beg you not to do that anymore. What if you choke on it, o-or you swallow that stick o-or uhh- um-

Should you laugh, or should you cry? You awkwardly explain that you don't have a gag reflex, and you wouldn't just choke on something like a popsicle stick

He... doesn't quite get it, but he's glad you weren't going to die. But still... Please don't do that again! You're gonna give him a heart attack. And conflicting feelings...

Bubba Sawyer

He's even more mortified than Jason is, if you can believe it

If any of his brothers happen to see you doing... THAT...

Lots of squealing and flailing. So much that you almost swallow the stick that's currently halfway down your throat

Absolute pandemonium ensues. You're choking on saliva and adrenaline, Bubba is squawking and fussing over you, Nubbins and Choptop are now crowding the two of you being nosy, obnoxious bastards, and Drayton is shouting for everyone to SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!

It takes waaaay too long for things to calm back down, but when they do, you take Bubba aside and explain to him that: 1) no, you weren't going to die, 2) no, you weren't going to choke, and 3) you have no gag reflex, and he doesn't need to worry so much about you

Bubba will pout and huff about you needing to be more careful, but will blatantly be flustered over something else. What that something is, you just have no idea.../j

Max Thomson Jr./The Hillbilly

Congratulations, you've killed the poor boy

He can't. Stop. Staring. Oh god he can't stop-

Max is as fascinated as he is disturbed

He certainly can't do that. Is it a trick? Is... it just something you can do?? Did you learn how to do it??? He has so many questions, but... it's making him feel... weird

Knows he shouldn't stare, but he can't stop himself

When you finally catch him staring at you, mouth sort of agape and cheeks flushed, you realized that you may have done a small oopsie

You sheepishly explain how you don't have a gag reflex, and sometimes you forget that fact is a bit weird for other people to see. He understands, but is completely unable to look you in the eye for nearly a week after this incident

Maybe this is something that you should demonstrate talk about at a later date...

Demogorgon

Well, Demo doesn't really notice anything odd with your eating habits other than you eating far less that he does, soo...

Will try to steal your popsicle

And tries to shove his tongue into your mouth

Oh, and will sit on you if you won't give him what he wants

Over all, 10/10 a good boy that deserves his own popsicle

Herman Carter/The Doctor

Oh God, what have you DONE-

You don't realize just how bad you've fucked up until it's far too late

While you're busy deep throating your popsicle without a care in the world, Herman is carefully studying you. Hmm... How deep can you take it? For how long? Does girth affect your gag reflex?

So many fun and exciting things for him to experiment with!

You are gonna have so many different things shoved down your throat...

No, it won't just be his cock

And yes, it will be things that have zero business being in your mouth, let alone down your windpipe

Your throat is gonna be so damn sore after he's done with you...

@prettycutebunny

@randomyklol

@kennbb

@furanshinufuransu

[kainscape]

Slashers with an S/O who talks in their sleep

@chibizombiebehindyou: Could you do the slashers (including Asa and Jesse) with a reader who talks in their sleep?

A/N: Decided to do this in a short prompt type of writing piece so I can practice writing short stories without going way overboard

A/N: okay maybe it’s not as short as I thought but hey, it’s not over 2 pages- yeah no it’s pretty lengthy 💀 and it’s not proofread ‼️

Bo Sinclair

It was a consuming and bone-breaking job that the Sinclair brothers did. Therefore, sleep was never guaranteed. But, with you? You decided on your own that you would keep yourself awake to see Bo come home in one piece. He always brushed your worry off as your so called obsession with him. After a few times of butchering your sleep schedule, it wasn't long before you were fast asleep when Bo retuned home. He made his way up the stairs, shedding his boots at the top. Discarding his mechanic coveralls, he was left in a stained but washed grey t shirt and his boxers. He had heard some quiet mumbling but didn't really look into it. The noise had vanished as he pulled back some of the old cover, slowly resting his body beside you. You had looked dead asleep, your body contracting slow and steady breaths. Exempt your mouth moving and forming words. He smirked, realizing you were taking in your sleep. He had some assumptions about it when you would ask questions with no reasoning. He wasn’t too worried. He propped himself up on his elbow to look over at you. “What do you mean you didn’t see it?! It was as big as your ass dude!” That’s something he’s never heard before. He couldn’t help but genuinely laugh at your behavior, shaking his head until he heard his name. “Well, Bo, what else do you want me compare it to, your dick!? Yeah right.” His face deadpanned, furrowing his eyebrows. He scoffed, turning over dramatically as he rolled his eyes. He faced away from you, biting the inside of his cheek. In the morning, he might tease you or ask questions around what you said. Either way, he’s not bothered by it.

Vincent Sinclair

It had been a long day for the boys and you within Ambrose. What a better way to go to sleep cuddled up together and arise later in the day by Bo? Of course, you were always first within the bed, already dead asleep and dreaming of whatever your mind wander to. Vincent kept awareness of where the creeks were in the floorboards, avoiding them so he could peacefully lay in bed next to your sleeping form. Yet he heard some prominent mumbling coming from you, serving closer and gently easing up the blankets to slip in. He had removed his mask already, carefully turning to face you. You had your arm over your eyes, mouth open and moving from incoherent sentences. But one was clear as day, “I’m convinced Vincent uses Gucci conditioner and shampoo, my god.” You mumbled a few after that but he was utterly confused. Why were you talking about that weird brand you had showed him once, and why did it correlate to your dream?? He shook his head gently, scooting closer and resting his arm across your waist/stomach, pulling himself against your form until he fell asleep to your rhythmic breathing. Sometimes, he’s entertained by your night time conversations.

Lester Sinclair

Your boyfriend had a fairly easy job compared to his brothers, but when there were visitors piling up after one another, it took a whole lot longer to come back home to you and your shared bed. The frogs and cicadas were a whole lot louder than usuals, but it was like a lullaby to you by now. Which queues the small mumbling escaping your mouth. He was quiet when he came, but of course, Lester wasn’t the best at silence. Luckily you were to lost in your dream to realize he was already snuggling in beside you. He had took notice of your nonsense sentences from time to time, not that it bothered him. If anything, it was an entertaining thing to listen to before going to sleep. It gave him a sense of what your brain really thinks of. “Lester… if I dressed up as roadkill… would you pick me up too?” He tried so damn hard to stifle his laugh, his body almost shaking as you formed a stupid grin on your face. Lester took in a deep breath, biting the inside of his cheek as he buried his head into the side of your neck. “Sure, hun’” he was sure to keep his words to a hush, taking note to your shared silence. There was a comfortable coldness that covered your bodies compared to the blistering heat outside. What a way to end the day.

Will Graham

Go to work, panic, panic some more and get no sleep. This was Wills routine even with you trying to hassle him into bed. He was always focused on something, or just simply to stubborn to let himself rest for once. But tonight, he had one hell of an excuse. Jack had kept him for a lot longer than both of you would like. But you knew what you signed up for when you accepted to go on a date with Will. You figured out after multiple nights of fruitless attempts at staying up and waiting for your boyfriend, you just gave in and went to sleep on your own terms. This gave Will the opportunity to overthink in peace without the guilt of making you worry. The job had took a huge toll on his physical capacity, leading him to shrugging off his clothing while he made his way to the side of the bed. He rubbed his eye, yawning as he lifted the blanket to the new queen bed you guys had bought, giving more room for dogs and the two of you. He stopped his motions, watching closely as you turned your body towards him. You were mouthing words but they were quiet and blotched. Will slowly slid underneath the covers, feeling his body sink in the end to a relaxed position. He had took not of your sleep talking, not bothered by it. To be honest, he likes to hear what you would say when you weren’t conscious of it. “I wish we had one of those stress powered lightbulbs…” A very quiet and short chuckle made its way out of you, “of course it’s for you, you could probably power Russia with how much stress you have.” And with that, he scoffed and turned the other way, mumbling to himself before attempting to sleep.

Jason Voorhees

Jason always makes sure you’re getting enough rest for your health. He’s adamant about you being your best self with a healthy body and mind. But, he’s never really surprised to see you up waiting for him time to time, honestly he can’t complain. He loves seeing you there in the cabin with the fire still going as you greet him with that beautiful smile. It’s truly warming for him. The rest of the nights, you’re always in the dark comfort of your shared room, resting atop the creaking bed and under the quilt blankets. The cabin door whipped open, quickly caught by the giant hand wrestling against the harsh winter wind. He tried his best to quietly close the door, pushing the lock in place he had added after a break in from a trespasser happened. He observed the room, laying his machete within the kitchen sink after shedding his jacket and laying it on the chair around the wood table. Expertly avoiding the creaks in the floor, he gently pushed open the bedroom door, slipping in without a sound. There was a severely dim light coming from the window, which shadowed over your face just right so he could see you. Jason had took off his boots while he listening to the common small talk from your sleeping form. You guys had decided to look in all the cabins, landing on the jackpot of a bigger bed so you could have more room. Therefore, it wasn’t a huge hassle for Jason to slip into the bed without the alarm of waking you. You were turned away from him, slow breaths from to body. The hockey mask laid on the dusty end table, facing up as Jason looked down at you. A small smile formed on his lips, listening as your talking grew a little more coherent. “Come on Jason, you got all that cake.. and you’re not gonna give me none?” His smile slowly faded, realizing what you meant by ‘cake.’ It ha mentioned before, especially when you went out of your way to slap his ass and look him in eyes to say, “a whole damn bakery back there..” Jason took it on himself to get used to it, not bothered by the comments. He shook his head, inching down so he could pull you closer to his chest, a very strong arm wrapped around you.

Michael Myers

There’s never a sleep schedule with the two of you. There’s times where Michael is out for days at time, retuning only when your asleep and unknowing. There are those very rare times like this one where you’re aware of Michaels presence in the bed while you drift of into sleep. He’s definitely not the type to pull you close or make a move to hold you, but he’s not going to push you away if you wrap yourself around him. Which is where you lay on his chest, listening to his eternally calmed heart beat as you knocked out. It had took a damn long time, but you achieved the privilege of seeing Michael without the infamous mask you grew accustomed too. His eyes usually zeroed in on the ceiling, waiting until he need to close his eyes came. But this time, he looked down at you shifting a bit in his chest, a few words spoken. “I really don’t know how people can’t smell you form your hiding places.. I can literally smell you before you walk in a room.. it’s not a good thing either.” His eyebrows furrowed together, trying to understand why you were composing about how he.. smelled. Yet here you are, your face completely shoved into his chest. He gave you an unimpressed eye roll, turning his head on the pillow for an attempt at some sleep. He found it rather amusing that you would speak whatever you thought without restrictions when you would sleep talk. Something to quietly tease you about.

Jesse Cromeans

He had already experienced your sleep taking, the cameras in his house capturing anything you did. Sometimes you asked questions or said random comments, all that made Jesse smirk or silently laugh. He had also taken notice to the earlier times you went to bed, your stubborn idea to stay up and wait for him dying down. He didn’t mind this, satisfied with your healthy sleep schedule returning. He set the tapes in a box for tomorrow’s checking. Jesse eased open the bedroom door, a small ray of light traveling across the room to reveal the bed you laid in. The black silk sheets covering your sound figure. He pushed the door back closed, taking off all his work attire to be left in his boxers and undershirt. He shimmied underneath the covers, slowly scooting closer to your body. Of course, there were some unconscious words to be shared. “I just realized I’ve got to sleep in every room…” there was some silence before you spoke again, “why?… look don’t even worry about.” There was humorous tone in the last sentence, one that felt oddly genuine for someone asleep. He shook his head, smiling while he took in your scent that comforted him. His hands caressed any exposed skin as the room fell silent, including his mind as you both shared a deep sleep.

Asa Emory

It wasn’t something he really cared to take notice about, never really sleeping at the same time as you due to his large amounts of work he took on. It was to the point he would drift off into a dreamless sleep on his desk. Not that you could really do anything about it with his stubborn view point, so you kept to yourself and went to your bed without him. Well, went to bed also meant brining a pillow and blanket down to Asas work place and sleeping the the chair. You just wanted to feel your boyfriends presence before you fell asleep. He only looked up for a few before looking back down at the scatter of papers, shuffling though some before writing. You made yourself as comfortable as you could get, sighing as you let your body relax. The sleep came easier than expected, the few sniffles sounding in the room letting you know Asa was still there. It was oddly comforting. A flash of worry did strike you, the worry that your sleep talking would annoy him, causing you to have to leave. But it was worth the few bits of it. Asa sighed, running his hand down his face as he battled the tired feeling back. Lending back in his seat, he crossed his arms while looking up to you in the leather chair. Without a warning, a question was asked out loud from you, “What color box would I get if I was one of your butterflies?” He tilted his head, furrowing his eyebrows before humoring himself by answering, “Red. To match the original one.” It seems like your dream had answered for you, the words quiet on your tongue as your chest arose slowly. Asa took in another breath before rising to his feet, walking over to you. He brought a hand up to your resting face, his thumb brushing your drink. What a beautiful butterfly you would be.

[himbohood]

facedown - @himbohood​

a repost from my previous blog! i’ll be putting my old writings in my queue just so i can get them back on my blog. wanna be added to my tag list? click here!

paring: calum hood / female reader

about: this is based off of an experience i had with an ex-boyfriend and i started thinking about how this would be if i put calum in that memory instead. thus this was created. uni!sos

warnings: smut.

word count: 1688

The days she wasn’t bombarded with work or classes, she usually took up residency on her boyfriend's couch. Calum Hood split rent with three other guys and at this point in their relationship, she had meshed in well with the group. The atmosphere of the small three-bedroom house was more relaxing than any home Y/N had previously been in. With guitars hanging haphazardly on the wall and concert posters pinned up wherever the boys could fit them— this tiny house had become hers as well. 

She sunk comfortably in the soft cushions of the couch, her legs lying lazily across Calum’s lap. Michael, one of the aforementioned roommates, took control of the TV. He switched back and forth between YouTube channels before landing on a let's player of some sort. Y/N briefly overheard something about Overwatch but then quickly tuned out after that. She didn’t entirely know if it was just how Calum looked with the LCD screen shining back on his strong features— but the urge to crawl into his lap got harder to resist. 

Scooting closer each time he laughed along with his friend, Y/N let her hand brush against his chest. She figured Calum knew what she was hinting at because his hand moved dangerously close to the bottom of her fleece shorts. Y/N cursed herself for not just getting up and texting him to follow her back to his room. Though, she figured this was much more fun. Michael was seemingly oblivious of their silent sexual tension. If she wasn’t in such a haze of arousal, she might have joined in. Her mind just kept drifting away from the reality of the moment. The absolute need to be fucked by her boyfriend was the only thing that was important. Flashes of dirty memories ran through her brain and just the thought was enough for Y/N to fill a flutter in her stomach. She would have done anything at this moment for Calum to bend her over the back of this couch and fuck her senselessly. Maybe if she asked nicely, he’d pull her hair or spank her. 

The thoughts her heavily amplified by his beautiful voice booming about whatever the fuck he and Michael were talking about. She didn’t understand how he could be so subtle at rubbing the soft skin of her thigh. How could Calum not break concentration on his conversation as he gave Y/N the smallest amount of stimulation for her problem? She knew he didn’t want to seem rude, but she could tell by the bulge against her legs that he was just as interested. 

“ I think that I’m gonna go and pick up some food— you guys want to come with?” Michael said, finally getting up and heading towards the exit. 

“Nah, we‘ll pick up something later. Thanks, though.” Y/N finally spoke after Calum did, “Yeah, I’m not really that hungry right now.” 

Whenever that door shut, the two of them had the entire house to themselves. She didn’t have any time to blink before Calum snatched her up and pulled her in his lap. Y/N gasped at the sudden sensation and didn’t wait to roughly grind her hips down onto him. He made the prettiest noises and that only made her problem worse. She was sure that at this point he could just kiss her and she would cum. 

Her voice became a sort of wine as she spoke, “ Cal, please touch me.” It was most definitely a beg because she didn’t have time to take things slow. Michael would be back soon and she really wanted the opportunity to ruin her vocal cords screaming Calums name. 

There was a chuckle and then his lips made contact with her skin. They landed on her collarbone, teeth grazing the soft skin and vibrating it as he spoke. “ What’s gotten into you? Thought you were gonna fuck me in front of Mikey or somthin’” As he spoke he made quick work at pushing her shirt just over her breasts. Y/N let out a soft laugh, at his comment— moaning loudly when he bit the skin right above her breasts. “If we don’t hurry up I might have to fuck you while Mikey watches.” 

Calum let out a low groan and quickly wrapped his arms around her midsection. Lifting Y/N he supported her by placing his hands firmly on her ass. He made quick work at getting them back to his room. As soon as her feet touched the ground, Y/N crawled on the bed. Caum watched in awe as she lay on her back and shimmied off her shorts and underwear. With her legs wide open, she was at full display for him. “You expect me not to eat you out when you look that good?” He teased, walking towards her as he pulled off his clothes. “We’ve got plenty of time for that later,” Y/N promised, discarding her shirt and bra. “If you fuck me well enough, I might sit on your face.” Her face was bright pink after speaking, half distracted by Calum hovering over her. 

“I think I can do that.” 

His hands explored everywhere they could. He saved the best for last. He didn’t tease her, figuring that she had already edged herself just from sitting on the couch earlier. His thumb came in contact with her clit and Y/N let out an almost painfully loud moan. She was slick before he even touched her. That didn’t entirely surprise Calum but god was it pride boosting. “You don’t even need me to get you ready, do you?” His words were a soft mumble, catching her lips in a very much needed kiss. He pulled away just for a moment, getting ready to angle himself in— but before he could she spoke. “Cal, fuck me from behind. I want you deep.” 

Y/N didn’t have to ask twice because before she knew it Cal was directing her to turn around. She rested her head on his pillows, eagerly shaking her ass up at him. “Please fuck me, Cal.”

He lined himself up with her entrance, hand moving to brush down her spine as a sort of warning before he pushed in. She let out a loud, gasping-for-air type of breath when he bottomed out inside of her. “Fuck— Cal, baby you’re so big.” She moaned out, pressing back onto him as if to say more. She put her hands behind her back, asking Cal to hold them without even speaking. She didn’t know if it was her previous begging, but Y/N brought that same energy as he pulled her back against his chest. With one hand gripped tightly on her hip and the other grasped around her breast, Calum made quick work in starting his agonizingly slow pace. 

At the mere thought of friction, Y/N’s knees were weak— but now that she was finally getting what she wanted the idea of being quiet was a joke. The slow thrusts of his hips didn’t last long. Y/N figured he was just getting his balance because soon enough both of his calloused hands landed on her hips. He gave her a kiss that almost read farewell before pushing her face down into the pillows. 

“ Mmph— fuck you look so good like this baby,” his voice filled the room with soft, pleasure-filled mumbles. Y/N could only respond in incoherent gasps and mewls, eagerly bouncing back on his cock in desperation. One hand left her hip and the loss of it almost stung, but it went away when that hand traced up her spine and tangled in her hair. The loud noise of his hips snapping against Y/N ass practically filled the tiny house. 

 Her knees were weak and her forehead was covered in sweat. She tried so hard to tell him that she was close, but whenever her words failed her, she was happy that he just knew. Calum fucked her mercilessly into the bed, his hand now finding her clit and rubbing firm calculated circles against it. 

His name was the only thing that she could think as she fell apart. Screaming his name in praise, in thanks, in rejoice as she came around him. She fell from an unbelievable high and only felt it coming back as he focused on his orgasm. 

She could only imagine how his face looked as he fucked her. His soft grunts were perhaps the most beautiful sound in the world, but what was even prettier was what he said next,

“ Baby— fuck, I’m about to cum.”

She hated that he had to pull out, but the empty feeling was almost made better by the warm ropes decorating her back. 

She relaxed on her stomach as Calum lazily brushed a finger through the mess on her back and pressed a firm kiss to her shoulder. 

“Let me get a towel, yeah?”  and with that, he wandered into his ensuite and wasted no time in cleaning Y/N up. Falling to warm up space beside her, Calum eagerly pulled her on his chest. 

They sat for a moment, relaxing in the post-sex high. His hand brushed through her hair, lips leaving kisses across her forehead. She sighed, nuzzling her face against his chest before doing the same to him. Her fingers ran through his hair and her lips littered his skin. It was quiet for a bit— the world didn’t exist… until, well until Micheal made it known that he had been back for around 15 minutes. 

“ Are you guys done fucking yet? I bought you food, so if you’re not done I’m eating it!” His highly annoyed voice boomed through the house which elicited a laugh from both Calum and Y/N.   

“Fuck,” she laughed, “Guess we lost track of time?” 

“I’m gonna be real honest with you, I forgot he was even coming back.” and with that, the only important thing the two laughed together and rolled out of their haze to get dressed and eat the food Micheal had so graciously got them.