#did not...like thst set up

[andragoras-in-vanity]

i need to play another fantasy game, alas now that i know my laptop can in fact run bd3 i dont have money for it, how do we think i could handle replaying pillars? not nearly as depressing yeah??

[kudakii]

why must they be made to face the horrors

[microwavetoaster-selfships]

Scrample egg...STOP MAKKING HIM LIKE EGG PRODUCTA. I'm. Stttoppppppppppp egg in cup was already bad enough -> he doesn't need to do scrample egg recipie on his stupid cooking show -> egg whisk attachment -> what if he still has it -> where do the attachments end where's the line in the sand is there just like a mounted rack in his lair or something of different ones -> back to egg whisk being the first one -> bawling my eyes out -> why was that his first thought or at least the one he concluded at -> this guy either really likes cooking or just really likes eggs -> I mean I guess he does have a whole cooking show which is unrelated to anything he's currently known for like his music or his evilness. -> I'm going to blow up a planet -> okay maybe not a whole planet I'll settle for an asteroid or something -> "idiof villian too busy with evil scheming and looking after glumps and some idol showcasing and apperences, lucky winner can help out with doing the wash" -> I want to *has 'mean' thought* *feels bad* *brain circles back to joke that I'm too nervous to make about him.* is it too late in the afternoon to be thinking about him right now.

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

[nopoodles]

This is why I made Earth Common Eurean, Earth Common Nord'Americ, and Earth Northern African-Xhosa as specific designations for my Inter-Planetary Alliance novels. And why I put a note in the opening about how ECE looks like English-centric language on the page only because my target audience is english-speaking readers (because I'm an English speaking author). There is not such thing as just "common" it's entirely based on which locations banded together for spaceflight.

I also made an IPA Engineering language so that everyone uses the same terms for engineering things (so that nobody dies in space).

And we also get specific languages for our aliens who have banded together to make common versions while still living with their own localised languages on planet.

It's always so disappointing when sci fi and fantasy books call their languages "Basic" or "Common". No language is apolitical or universal if they're all calling one language Basic, who made it that way? Why is THIS dialect "Common" and all the others are Special/Magical/Incomprehensible??? Show me even a hint of the politics, or give your language a real name

[on-the-clear-blue]

Down in the streets of Gotham, in the side alley next to Express Urgent Care run by one Leslie Thompkins and that was funded by the Martha Wayne Foundation was a soup kitchen.

Well...a soup kitchen of sorts. Not in any way official but if you were hungry in Crime alley you knew that the food would be safe and warm...and it was a place where *you* could be safe and warm.

Danny had left a week after his parents found out that he was Phantom, a week after he had seen their grief, the regret and pain in their eyes. The week had been spent in suspense, he knew that they needed to talk about what had happened but neither of his parents were ever able to even start bringing it up before they were sobbing.

Danny knew his parents loved him, thst his father felt soul crushing guilt, that his mother spent hours staring at herself in the mirror, as if she didn't even know who was looking back at her.

And to spare them both, Danny left.

It wasn't hard to do, not when he could turn invisible and phase through walls, a final text to Sam and Tucker to say his good byes (he knew that they would break and tell his parents where he would be going) and a particularly hard hug to leave from Jazz, Danny flew off with only a back pack.

He had traveled across the US for a few months, occasionally snagging a post card from a super store to send off home, paying only when he had the excess funds (Sam's rants about mega rich corporate billionaires let him know just which stores wouldn't miss the few bucks the cards sold for)

He had met up with Dani a few times, when she was in the country, handing him Vlads credit card and telling him to keep it (though he never did) only ever using it to book a room for a few nights at a hotel to clean himself up and sleep in a real bed.

He settled in Gotham after a while, he had briefly stayed in Faucett but that place didn't have nearly enough ecto for him to live comfortably.

Gotham on the other hand? It had everything, cops that don't question why a teen is on the streets, natural ecto up the wazoo and well...a crime rate that would dissuade his parents ever looking for him there.

He had set up a more permanent shelter in an abandoned apartment building (after chasing out the low level drug dealers that were using it) and found that he kinda liked the vibes of the place under the blatant crimes being committed in broad day light.

Sure people could see you getting mugged and look the other way, but if you were still alive and there 5 minutes later, they would come back, hand you something to clean up your now bloody nose and point out the bodega that had the best sandwiches.

It was a sense of community that Danny didn't know he had missed for the many months he traveled.

His first "cook out" wasn't even supposed to be a cook out, his apartment building was mostly wood and he didn't trust himself to not burn it down, so he came outside, setting up a portable stove and setting up a pot filled with some, water to boil up a soup mix.

As he waited for it to come to temp, he saw the group of homeless rubbing their hands together, watching him with curiosity, though that quickly turned to hunger as the smell of the soup spilled out into the alley.

Instead of turning the others away Danny only shrugged, pulled out his spare paper bowls and handed them out, taking a few bites first to show that it was safe to eat.

What followed was a sort of tradition, Danny would come out a few times a day, take out his hot plate and pot and set up a soup, others started asking if they could pitch in, and well...Danny would have loved to keep providing it freely but his food was quickly dwindling.

So his soup got add in, some jerky that Crazy Tom had got tossed in, a few herbs (re:weeds) were added in by Miss O'Connor, and Danny didn't even know where Lady Dimond pulled out some spices from, but he wasn't about to question the her, he had learned never to question where the working girls hid their things.

And it sort of grew from there, who ever was around came by, some came out of their way to share a meal, but it became a meeting place of sorts "Come by the Kitchen at noon, Tom got his hands on some steak! And it ain't even smells bad!"

Sure gangs tried to pull up on the meeting place, tried to intimidate the people there or coerce them into doing something...well that was until the host, some punk teen with hair darker than black and blue eyes that were so light they were white came up, and dished out a heavy handed fist into their jaws and sent them packing.

And so the Kitchen became a safe space, if you were hungry, if you were in danger, come by the little alley way, right next to the Express Urgent Care, the Host will take care of you there, if your willing to share, to stay peaceful with the rest of the gathered people, then you were welcome to grab a bite and relax, because the Kitchen was always safe.

---

It would be a few years since the Kitchen started, since people had brought chairs and tables, since an old grill of questionable origin was left out side it, since tarps with only a few holes were hung up to keep the place dry when it rained, since rugs covered the ground and the the alley it was in was swept clean of any needles or cigarette butts.

But for one boy it had only been a few short days since his Mama died, since he had found her cold and dead in the bathroom, a belt tied around her arm and a needle still in her hand.

Jason was miserable, he had stayed with her for the a single day before he knew he would have to leave, the body of his mother would start to decompose soon, so he did what he had too, calling the police with his mother's phone that didn't have a lot of minutes left on it, telling them the address before hanging up and leaving it there so he couldn't be tracked.

He couldn't be there when the cops showed up, foster care would do shit for him, and at least his Mama would be buried, and not left to rot in their bath tub.

So a young Jason Todd, scared, alone and hungry came to the Kitchen, as his mother had told him to many times before, had told him to seek out it's Host if anything ever happened to her...and well...at the very least he would get something to eat...

[gakukitty]

— PRE RELATIONSHIP SHENANIGANS x sakadays

summary . “so , how did the two of you fall in love ?” some random person questions. you ponder for a moment, mind drifting off to a place.. where these memories resurface and make a small little smile appear on your lips.

wc . 0.7k

cw . nothing to be warned abojt i think !!!!! gn! reader THE CHATACGERS AREEE : gaku , nagumo yoichi , shin asakura , heisuke mashimo , kei uzuki , natsuki seba , shishiba

note : i wrote these rlly late at night so sorry for any mistakes!! :3

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pre relationship! gaku who ran into you one day in a games shop. you were browsing through a few games, sights set on this one specific object— a new game that everyone’s been hyping up lately— only for a larger hand to snatch it away before you can even touch it. he looks back at you, noticing your dejected expression. pre relationship! gaku stays quiet for a few moments, before hesitantly hold on the game out to you. he’ll just wait for a restock.

pre relationship! nagumo who noticed you one day at the park— you used to go to the JCC, he recalls. the man wastes no time sliding to sit beside you on the bench, an arm draped around the back of it. “been a while, huh?” he muses, flashing you a smile that you used to see all those years ago. “so, what have you been up to?” pre relationship! nagumo questions, shifting closer to you. he’s always been like that— but it feels different this time.

pre relationship! shin first met you when you burst into the store, panting softly and looking around frantically. at the start, he just figured you were some type of assassin looking for mr. Sakamoto; but after reading your mind, he just realised you were in desperate need of… “chocolate!” you exclaim, tone urgent. yes, that’s it. you’ve been craving chocolate for the past week and after walking past a nice-looking store, you couldn’t hold it back anymore. pre relationship! shin was a little confused, but after you dropped by over the new few weeks he got used to it.

pre relationship! heisuke who first noticed you talking to Lu. your eyes met with his, and for a moment pre relationship! heisuke felt the world stop. until a thud is heard, and shin states back at you in surprise. pre relationship! heisuke doesnt get it— what was al thst about? oh, maybe you were thinking something crazy! either way, the man pays no mind to it. until you come to the store again, walking over to him and smiling. he just nods stiffly when you ask if Lu’s here, a hand reaching to scratch the back of his neck awkwardly as you depart. why’s shin staring at you like you’ve grown an extra head? has pre relationship! heisuke missed something?!

pre relationship! uzuki was a bit confused when he felt someone crash right into his back. it’s rare that something like that happens— yet he still stays cool, simply glancing over his shoulder. you scramble backwards, blinking back at the rather intimidating man in front of you. he’s handsome— very handsome. “do you need something?” he’d question, and you’re quick to shake your head. befote pausing, lips parting; this is kind of the perfect opportunity for you. “well, actually..��

pre relationship! natsuki has seen you around a few times. you’ve talked once or twice; but never enough for the two of you to actually be called friends or acquaintances. so, he’s naturally got just a few questions when you come to him, begging pre relationship! natsuki to fix your weapon. he pushes those inquiries aside, only nodding slightly as you hand over the battered object. over time, pre relationship! natsuki starts to realise that you are terrible at keeping your weapons in shape, even with his skills. he’s starting to wonder how you even manage it.

pre relationship! shishiba met you at a shoe store. an unexpected place, sure; but the man was in need of new shoes. he stepped inside of the shop, glancing around— and that’s when his gaze landed on you. are you.. struggling with shoelaces? he just scoffs, walking past you. pre relationship! shishiba already knows the exact pair that he wants. but when he hears a voice from behind him, he’s a little surprised when he realises it’s you. the person who can’t do their shoelaces. “help you with your shoelaces…?” he sighs. well, his mission is over anyways; a few minutes won’t cause too much trouble for him, right?

© gakukitty please don’t copy my work , repost it and claim as your own , translate , or do anything stupid with it ! try and improve on ur own skills first ♡

[sofiawritesstuff]

Platonic

part 1

summary: When Lando’s “playboy” image is setting a bad reputation for him. He’s turns to the person he trust most in this world for help.

pairing: landonorris x bestfriend!reader

warnings: none (i don’t think)

This is my first time writing, I hope you all enjoy and if there’s any advice you guys can give me to improve please do!!

“Please, please! You’re my best friend. I just need this one favour!” Lando begs following you around at a quick pace.

“Exactly Lando” you sigh before continuing “I’m your best friend and as much as I love you I just don’t think it would work or be realistic” you shrug, taking a bottle of cold water from his fridge

“Why? Why don’t you think it can be realistic! Fans accuse us of being together all the time because of how close we are! The only thing that would have to change would be not denying it…and maybe kissing” he whispers the last part

“Kissing!” you shout choking on the water “We’ve done it before!” he defends “Yeah when we were like 11!”

“And 14, and 17!”

“You’re not helping yourself Lando”

“Please, it would just have to be for a few months then we could say we were better off as friends. Please. I don’t want to be in a PR relationship with some random model who’s looking to gain attention for a brand” Lando sighs, visibly upset

“Can you give me time to sleep on it? You know I love you but I don’t want this to come between our friendship”

“We’re strong, think of everything and everyone that tried to separate us before we never let them come between us”

“Which is why I can’t risk loosing you, there a difference between a girlfriend not liking me that tries to separate us and faking a relationship Lando”

“I understand” he nods “I promise you, you will have an answer before the start of the race weekend. I’m gonna head to bed now okay. I love you” you hug him tightly before heading to the spare room in his apartment.

It wasn’t the first time you had turned down Lando, in fact he had asked you out every year from the age of 14 until you guys were 18 before he finally realised that you wouldn’t work.

It’s not thst you didn’t like Lando, you loved him and maybe you did have feelings for him. But the thought of loosing your friendship because of relationship scared you.

For most hours of the night you lay in the bed of Lando’s spare room at his apartment in Monaco, that was quickly known as your room, thinking about what Lando said.

You supported him before his career even started and Lando’s reputation with girls certainly wasn’t the best. The media painted him to be a “playboy” and “unloyal”, which in some senses he was. He had never cheated on his previous girlfriends but he did date his ex’s friends and colleagues.

Maybe it wouldn’t be such a harm to pretend for a few months? But what if your feelings began to grow stronger and you may not be able to go back to the way you were with Lando?

Lando was the same just through the wall, his feelings for you never left him. All the girlfriends he had he never felt for them what he felt for you, which was terrible but also why he was now single. He wanted you to say yes, he wanted you to agree but he didn’t want his feelings to get in the way, especially when he didn’t know that you felt the same way.

The next morning, you woke up to the usual clatter of plates from the kitchen. Which never meant anything good.

“What are you attempting to make this morning Mr Norris?” you laugh watching him by the pan “French toast but it’s not going well” he answers not taking his eyes of the food

“Well for starters, you’ve completely burned the bread. Would you like some help?” you ask holding back a loud laugh “Please”

The two of you started over, putting the uneatable food in the correct bin. You focused on the food while Lando focused on the coffee.

“There you go Lan”

“Thank you, how’d you sleep last night?” he asks putting the food in his mouth “To be honest, not great i’ve been thinking about what you said”

“You have?” Lando asks dropping his food “I will help you, if you promise me that we will still be best friends at the end of everything”

“Pinky promise”

part 2

[cryinggirlnamedhelen]

the winner takes it all, the loser has to fall - y. isagi

gn!reader

everything is temporary.

relationships don't last forever. bodies don't last forever. pets don't stay with you forever. your hobbies don't last forever. our personalities don't last forever. your favorite things don't last forever. one day, you will quit doing your favorite things when you're older or wiser. one day, our souls will give out on us; even our lives are temporary. everyone dies at some point, and yet the world keeps spinning.

you knew that, hence why you made sure to never get too attached to anything or anyone. no friends at school, no pets, no favorite celebrities, no particularly strong attachments to hobbies, no crushes, no nothing. you didn't want to get hurt just because of something in your life that'll only be provisional. everything was useless; everything was unnecessary.

everything except for isagi yoichi.

he was a constant presence in your life. he was your next door neighbor who you've known since you were four, and he's stuck with you since. you didn't want to call him a friend; he was just an acquaintance. just someone who you enjoyed the presence of. just someone who you felt unimaginably safe around. nothing more, nothing less.

and yet, for some strange reason, when you didn’t see isagi at school the day after he had lost the national qualifiers, there was a strange tightness in your chest. everything was temporary; maybe he had moved away. maybe he was sick. maybe he was too grief-stricken from losing that he decided to skip school today. you shrugged it off at first, but after having not seen him for over a week afterwards, you did the unthinkable.

you went to his house, knocked on his door, and asked his mom why he was gone.

you really shouldn’t have done that. there was no reason to; he would be just another temporary fragment of your life, one that you’ll forget about someday when your hair is thin and graying. and yet you felt strangely relieved that he was just at some soccer training program, and not gone.

and yet you couldn’t shake the thoughts of him away from your mind. would he change in that very program? would he, just like everything else in your life, become temporary as well? would he not care about you anymore?

the setting sunset glowed on your face as you walked home from school, once more without isagi by your side. well, that’s what you thought, not until a familiar voice called out to you. “hey, (y/n)! it’s been a while!” you glanced up, eyes widening.

“yoichi,” at the sight of him, you almost felt a weight lifting off your shoulders. before you realized it, you were running over to him. “it’s been a while. you—“ oh, wait, yeah. he had just scored yesterday during the u20 match. “good job yesterday.”

“ah—yeah, thanks!” isagi stumbled over his words, face reddening slightly. “blue lock’s great and stuff so i…” he began to ramble, but you couldn’t bring yourself to listen. physically, he didn’t look very different. just more muscular fit. but his behaviors, his small habits, the way he spoke and the way he moved, it was different.

but he seemed happy with his new self.

“uh-huh…yeah.” you nodded every once in a while as he continued to rant. you wanted to be happy for him, to be able to smile and congratulate him. but your heart broke just a bit; the only constant thing in your life was once more proven to be temporary, just like everything else.

“just don’t let blue lock’s change you too much, alright? i like you the way you are, yoichi.” you mumbled, the words leaving your lips before you could even think about it. he blinked a few times, eyes meeting yours, before he nodded slowly.

“uh, alright. bye! i’ll see you tomorrow!” isagi exclaimed, waving and walking away. was what you said awkward for him? well, thst just proved your point even more.

you were right; at the end of the day, everything was temporary.

[anon-sect]

Hey I want to get something nice for my younger brothers birthday he is about to leave for college and I would like to be a Fleshlight for him.

Picture source: internet

Jason couldn't be much prouder of his little brother Rey. He had finished up his high school years. He had waited one year to work and save up his money so that he could go to college the following year after graduating. They all did a college going away party for his little brother. Most of the gifts bought were things he would need for his freshman year of college, like a brand new high-end laptop computer, backpack, notebooks, etc. After the party was over, Rey had gone through all the gifts and was appreciative of them.

Jason noticed his little brother did look sad. He wondered why. "Why the long face? You should be excited. You start a brand new adventure tomorrow." He spoke, trying to cheer him up.

Rey looked at his big brother. They had been almost inseparable. He didn't want to leave Jason. "Yeah, but you won't be coming with me. I will miss you so much." He explained why he wasn't smiling.

"I will be a phone call away." Jason tried to encourage him thst it would be okay.

Rey shook his head. "Not the same." He replied, still not smiling.

Jason wanted to cheer him up. He hadn't got him a gift yet. This was the right time to give him a special gift. "I know a way to make you happy." He reached over and grabbed his TF Ray device. He put in a special setting and pointed the device at himself. "I will give you a special gift to take with you. Also, look in my closet. There is a wrapped box with your name on it." He spoke and hit the fire switch.

The device fell out of Jason's hands and onto the floor. Rey watched as his big brother quickly shrunk and turned into a fleshlight on the floor. He was in shock at first as he picked up the fleshlight. The realization that the fleshlight in his hand was his older brother. He looked in the closet and found the wrapped box. He opened it to find an object to go along with his new fleshlight. He realized he could now take his brother with him.

Rey went to his bedroom. He put the fleshlight in the device. Attached his phone and began to pump. The thought that his big brother was giving him a bj crossed his mind. It was slightly strange, but he sort of liked his new fleshlight. After pumping his load, he cleaned it up and packed it away with the rest of his things. "Thanks, Jason. I am sure I will use you many times." He laughed.

Jason was glad to see Rey smiling again. Having to suck on his little brother cock was a little weird, but he was an object now. Just to make him happy was good enough if knowing that he might be stuck this way forever.

[johnathanstatue]

Well I finally bought some tape diapers like real ones. I realized I can make them discreet I just have to pick the right clothes anyways I bought some depends because they always fitted me good and there only 1 of two options in my local pharmacy. The only other ones are Tena slips and they have weak tabs and there's only two of them, depends have 3. And there more comfy I'm not sure why. But anyways I woke up this morning and I was really craving a farmers wrap so I decided I'd make the 20 minute walk to Tim hortons but I figured I mine as well wear a diaper to see how they feel when walking longer distances. I didn't even plan on wetting or messing myself but I had the mindset that if it happens it happens. I secretly kind of wanted too so I didn't go to the bathroom before I left. I sort of had to go but it wasn't an overwhelming urge. Anyways I put on my diaper clothes aka my tight underwear to hold it all together and my long John's "leggings" and pulled it up tight and put on a rather baggy pair of these dark blue jeans I didn't care about. I also wore my hoodie that's way too big to hide the small diaper bulge. The diaper felt nice it wasn't so big it was saggy but just tight enough it stayed in place. Anyways I set off and I surprisingly heard no krinkle sounds and it was rather quiet. It wasn't long before the small urge turned into a bigger urge and I didn't pee this morning either so thst was slowly creeping up I could see the Tim Hortons so I figured I wouldn't hold onto my bladder and just let it out when my body wanted too. It felt so good to not have to hold it and I did stop to look at my phone when I was wetting just incase it leaked cus of all the movement. The warm sensation filled the front of my diaper up pretty full so I slightly spreaded my legs and I could feel the warm flow of pee flow back to the seat of my diaper. It wasn't a huge pee but it sure filled it up quite a bit. I had the urge to mess myself and I wasn't cramping in the stomach or anything I wanted to let it out bit by bit and so I decided to do the same thing and just not hold it and let it come out on its own. It honestly felt really good to just not hold on and I didn't even feel like I was going to for a second till I kept walking then I felt it slowly creeping out. Everything was pretty tight so it just kinda started slipping out but stopped as soon as it hit my diaper and I didn't wanna push so I just had a mess halfway out for a minute, I ended up abandoning the Tim Hortons idea and went to this public park thing and just walked around for a minute. I tried pushing a little so I stopped walking and realized I had the classic toddler pooping stance so I kept walking till I got behind a tree that was blocking me. I didn't wanna push to hard I just wanted to get it started so I pushed a little and I could feel it slowly filling up a little , it was pretty solid so I gave a few more slight pushes then kept walking. I started walking back towards my house which was like a 10 minute walk and the whole time this mess was seeping out. It was pretty solid to this point then I felt it slowly coming out easier and easier. It was getting more and more mushy and it spread around quite a bit and felt great. I ended up stopping at a convenience store on the way back and I didn't really smell anything till I got in there. I was buying my stuff aka my chips and I felt like I had to pee so I just didn't hold it and let it out it felt really nice. The diaper was pretty full but not leaky kinda full, after that I just made the short walk home. Seen my roommate in the kitchen so I quickly dashed to the bathroom and got in the shower. Then just cleaned up and got rid of the evidence. I really regret not taking pictures. Anyways that was my morning

[greenunoreversecard]

Plsss do another part to the fic ‘A koala and it’s tree’ the concept is so cool!!

a/n:I had at least half written and then my phone fucking deleted the draft I want to cry so hard I'm in mourning. Also sorry it Took me a minute to comr up eitheir a idea for the plot of it

Teaching a old Dog new tricks (task failed succesfully) ->Alastor x teen!platonic! Reader

(Pt.2 of a koala and its tree)

You sigh, dragging yourself along behind Alastor and Rosie. You don't understand much of what their saying, as their speaking like it's the early 20th century. Which, to be fair, they are from then.

But you could barely understand a word being said, due to missing ao much previous knowledge about slang and terms and shit. And you were so bored and

What if-

Oh ho ho! Bingo!

A wonderful idea indeed.

---

You sigh loudly, feet hurting from all the walking you've done today and plop down on the couch next to Angel Dust, and alastor sits on a arm chair across from the both of you. You smirk, setting your plan into action. You make sure your loud enough for Alastor to hear you.

" did you see that new video? No Cap I'm going to be for real it's lowkey giving try hard you know like? I'm just being real like I really don't vib3, like girls not giving main character.. and like, Miss ma'am you are not slaying you are not giving it is not the vibe like, twas not a glow up but a glow down. But it is kinda sus how she treated Kim like, big yikes. Not loving the energy. And That outfit did not understand the assignment. It was basic and it sent me"

Angel looks at you wide eyed for a moment, you nudge him and side eye Alastor hoping he gets the cue. He does.

"I for real was just thinking that, like bitch be deadass with me you did not leave your house like that. But that tea was piping hot and bussing. And the fact Jennie had no rizz? Bitch please, you acting all that and ended up capping, highkey a flop."

"THATS WHAT IM SAYIN BITCH LIKE-"

You glance at Alastor, who's wide eyed and with a strained smile. If you could guess it would probably be a mix between strange curiosity and slight horror.

"I- pardon?"

You smirk. Mission accomplished.

---

A week later you sat Alastor down, explained some simpler slang words and terms to him.

He didn't didn't to get it, bit when he told angel "Bitches be slaying, queen" you think he got some of it, but not the way he was supposed you.

You almost coughed a lung up from the amount of laughing you did, and vowed from thst day forward you were never going to correct his usage if it meant funny shit like this happened again.

[bbyquokka]

Hyunnie thst type of bf to have a spa day with u when u had a rough day at work and he be like

Getting face masks and wine ready and he be like

"Spill the tea baby, what happened"😭

spa day

FLUFF/SUGGESTIVE THEMES BELOW CUT – MINORS, AGELESS & DEFAULT BLOGS; DNI

cw: gn reader, established relationship, food & alcohol mentioned, it gets suggestive at the end, hehe. words: 1k ~ (1,002)

a/n: soft thought turned slightly hard? mhm, yes, hehe. i dont make the rules, my mind told me to do it! i hope you enjoy! don’t forget to leave feedback, reblog and tell me what you think here. i hope you all enjoy! ‹3

dont repost. dont translate. feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated!

“i'm so over today. freaking dumb ass people and their dumb ways of thinking. how can i give you a refund on something you used months ago!?” you mumble to yourself as you throw your bag on the floor and kick your shoes off.

your commotion makes hyunjin jump in his seat. he puts down his paintbrush and wipes his hands on an old tee. he peeks his head out of the studio door, brows furrowed together as he notices how stressed and unamused you look.

“fucking people. i don't get paid enough to deal with the bs.” you continue to grumble. you go to flop down on the sofa but a pair of strong and warm arms pulls you out of your bubble and back down to reality.

“oof!” you grunt as hyunjin pulls you into his chest. he rocks you side to side, stroking your hair softly.

“rough day?”

“you could say that.” you laugh bitterly before melting into hyunjin's chest.

“want to talk about it?”

"yeah, that'd be nice.” you whisper.

“ok. but go take a shower first.”

“trying to say i smell?!” you look up at him. hyunjin thinks for a split second and nods. you scoff and gently slap his chest. “ok ok, finee.”

you push yourself off him and walk to the bathroom. you do your usual shower routine, feeling a hundred times better and more relaxed in your comfy lounge wear.

you open the door to the bathroom and walk to the living area, gasping at how it currently looks.

the coffee table moved to the side to make room for two cushions and a blanket. candles lit up in the room with the tv on low volume. hyunjin dressed in shorts and his robe, his hair up on a half ponytail.

on the coffee table are two glasses of wine, bowls filled with your favourite snacks and treats, two facemasks and other spa inspired items.

hyunjin looks up at you as he pours you a glass before setting the bottle on the table. he gives you a warm grin before walking to you.

“what is this?” you whisper, still in awe.

"thought the best way to help you relax was to have a spa day!”

“you did all this in the time i was in the shower?” hyunjin nods and grins, clearly impressed with his handiwork. “that's impressive.”

“haha, thank you! now come and relax.” he guides you to the cushions. you sit down cross legged as he hands you a glass of wine.

“thank you.” you take the glass and take a big sip of it.

“easy there tiger. at least wait until food arrives.” he laughs

“you ordered food?”

“yeah, your favourite!”

“god i fuckin' love you.”

“i love you too.” hyunjin puts down his glass and grabs a face pack and a headband. he hands you the band and waits until you have finished putting it on.

he opens the pack and gently puts it on your face, soothing it out with his fingers. you hum softly at the refreshing coolness of the pack. you close your eyes slowly and sip your wine as you relax.

“all i need is some cucumbers on my eyes.” you mumble. hyunjin laughs softly before putting a mask on himself, relaxing beside you and sipping his wine.

“so, tell me what happened.”

“ugh. well–” you go on a rant and rave about work, about the customers, managers and bosses. the more you talk, the more annoyed you start to feel. hyunjin simply nods his head and listens to you.

he's good like that. he won't interrupt you in the slightest and just let you go on. once finished, does he soothe you with some kisses and hugs.

halfway through your long rant, the doorbell rings. hyunjin answers the door to the food delivery guy, forgetting about his mask. the delivery guy gives hyunjin a shocked face before laughing when hyunjin explains the situation.

he walks back to you, explaining what just happened. you laugh and make jokes about it, forgetting about your rough day at work and why you were so angsty to begin with.

“thank you, hyun.” he looks at you as he peels off his mask.

“for?”

“for this. i appreciate it greatly.”

"no problem! i hate seeing you distressed so this is the least i can do for you.” you hum softly and take your own mask off.

after eating the food, hyunjin gives your hands a massage and even paints your nails. you do the same, matching the colour he has given you. you both enjoy each others company and enjoy what he has done for you.

you can't believe how lucky you are.

“strip.” you blink at his sudden request before noticing the bottle of massage oil in his hand. you strip yourself of your tee, resting on your stomach with your chin on your hands.

hyunjin straddles you and pours the lotion onto your back. you shiver at the coldness which makes him laugh.

“wasn't expecting a massage, hyun.” you giggle

“it's not a spa session without a massage!”

"mhm, i guess you're right.” you grin before groaning. his thumbs dig into your tense back muscles, fingers working their magic on you.

you squirm underneath him, moaning and groaning. hyunjin swallows thickly as something so innocent is sounding so lewd to him. he feels himself heat up and his groin to feel warm.

“babe.. please, can you keep the moaning to a minimum.” he begs.

"but your fingers feel so good, hyun.” you grunt innocently as he digs into your muscles.

"yn.. please..” he huffs. you ignore him. hyunjin bites his lip hard, his penis twitching several times.

“h-hyunjin.” you moan softly.

“fuck.” you squeal as he turns you on your back suddenly. your eyes widen as you look up at hyunjin. his eyes filled with lust as he licks his lips, ready to devour you.

“you're doing this on purpose yn. you must really enjoy riling me up.”

[r-1-der]

warnings: threesome, oral (reader recieving), fingering (reader recieving), age gap, short but might add on more later, also written within 10 minutes or so, not proof-read

they finally got her.

valeria had been hunted for as long as she could remember. were it not her parents, her peers, her old boyfriends, men, or now the authorities. it was someone, which was all she bothered to think of.

when some pretty girl entered one of her bars, she thought little of it. a foreigner, sure. but what else?

first she came alone, then with company. valeria wasnt there of course, she was busy, and not idiotic. she knew a stickup when she saw one. though her men funneled every bit of information straight into her ear.

she was a young thing, with an older woman, visibly older. she had no business touching up on her like thst, but she was. both of them.

they were both their own versions of entertaining. valeria went down to see them for herself. the older woman commanding and, upon later notice from valeria, so deeply demeaning.

the girl, willing into her bones. did she have any shame? valeria pressed her boobs into the girls chest, her lips suffocating the girls. a set of hands pried their way between them.

"lick her, she loves it," laswell said, ordering lightly. but valeria was in a favourable mood and did so. laswell stayed behind the young woman, groping and squeezing, whispering whatever filthy thing came to mind into her ear, as valeria got down to make her own mouth useful.

"everything you want, and you still whine and complain?" was muttered against the girls neck, a tongue bullying its way between the girls lips to have her quivering between them both.

you moaned, torn between focusing on laswells words and valerias mouth. you only vaguely knew who valeria was, at least that she was dangerous and had a 'shoot-on-sight' order, something you couldnt believe as she delved into your cunt making your mouth hang open wihout means, and your back arch into the feeling.

laswell wasnt much sweeter, god her mouth was filthy and her hands mean. they pinched at your tits as her voice mocked your every reaction, urged valeria on too.

valeria licked and sucked any sense you had through your pussy, and with you barely hanging on to any of them laswell bullied her fingers into you.

"sh sh shhh, baby... be good for us," kate muttered into your heated neck, her lips brushing the soft skin along with her words.

they wrung an orgasm through you, shortly thereafter leaning over your shoulder for valeria to push your cum into kates mouth, moaning into each others pressing tongues.

rotting in a cell or not, valeria kept thinking about the girl and the older woman, despite them being her downfall. they all fell asleep in a heap, naked and sweaty nestled between each other. valeria barely had time to dress herself upon hearing some commotion ring out through her mansion.

of course the girl came to see her. unsure and nervous in her ways. she couldnt help a sly smile, she already had her wrapped around her finger.

"miss me already?"

"...i just came to see."

"you havent seen enough? i could tell you were greedy."

"..."

"youre uncharacteristically quiet, mija..."

not many more words were exchanged that night. but more were upon valerias predicted escape, and another stakeout in one of her bars, another useless arrest...

wherever valeria was, kate and her girl wasnt far behind.

[shelbgrey]

hello hope ur doing well! could i possibly request writing prompt 1.6 with rusty asking danny if two people can be happy together forever bc rusty wants to ask his gf/reader to marry him ? i think it would be super cute ^.^ thank you!

Short story: The Big Question (Rusty Ryan)

Paring: Rusty Ryan x Ocean!Reader X Brother!Danny Ocean

Summary: Rusty wants to pop the big question, but part of him fears he still isn't right for her. He goes to Danny for some advice.

Prompt: 1.6) “I need to know if it's possible that two people can stay happy together forever.” - “in my opinion, the best thing you can do is find a person who loves you for exactly what you are”

MasterList ML2

Rusty sat the bar bouncing his knee up and down nervously as he sipped his scotch. The more the thought about this life changing decisions, the more nervous he got. Danny knew where he would be hiding and went looking for him.

“figured I find you here” Danny took the seat next to Rusty. “what's eating you?”

Rusty tilted his head back and downed the rest of the drink before setting the glass down. The suddenly asks, “when did you know you wanted to marry Tess?”

Danny raised an eyebrow, not expecting thst questions and honesty he didn't know how to awnser right off the bat. The guy could be perfect match, but what man can honestly awnser that question right off the bat. Danny shrugged. “I don't know... I guess I just knew” Danny paused and nodded. “no, I knew with outta dought she was the one...of course it wasn't easy with her, but then again I wasn't either”

Rusty sighed and dug somthing out of his pocket then set it on the bar counter without a word. Danny looked down and it was a small, red velvet box. “oh, you bought a ring?”

“yeah...” Rusty said, letting out a airy chuckle.

“and your gonna ask her...”

“yep” Rusty quickly respond, popping the 'P' at the end. He fiddled with the box, not mentioning he's been carrying it in his pocket for a month and a half almost. He opened the box and showed Danny the beautiful ring. It wasn't overy extravagant, just how she liked it.

“pretty ring... You did a lot better than I did the first time around” Danny said, drinking the Scotch that was brought over to him by the bar tender.

“ya know, this is the first honest thing I ever bought? I don't know man, I couldn't bring myself to by it with the money we stole”

Danny chuckled. “hey, we worked hard for that money” Danny thought for a moment, wrinkled his eyebrows together in confusion as he turned his head back to Rusty. “okay... If you didn't use the money from the heist, where did you get it?”

“grandma's inharatens... That old bat still takin' care of me even when she's dead... Spent every last penny”

Danny picked up the box, looking at the Dimond ring. Not in a million year would he have expected Rusty to buy a ring, let alone buy a ring for his little sister. Looking back now Danny could see the signs he didn't see back then, at first he thought y/n just had a little crush and before he knew it Rusty and y/n pick him up from prison and tell him they are dating.

To this day the team doesn't know how it happened, it's kind of a inside joke now and if anybody asks the stories get more and more ridiculous. Then y/n and Rusty settled with just calling it 'the incident'.

Rusty took a deep breath “I need to know if it's possible that two people can stay happy together forever.”

Danny sighed and sat back in his chair, he thought about what he should say and shouldn't say. Then he thought about Tess and their past. “in my opinion, the best thing you can do is find a person who loves you for exactly what you are”

“you and Tess got devorced once... What if that happens with me and y/n?” Rusty asked. “What if in the end my just not good for her?”

“well, you and y/n aren't me and Tess” Danny said matter of factly. “and falling down the 'I'm not good enough for her' hole is just pointless and suffocating”

Rusty went to open is mouth but Danny cut him off. “if you thought you weren't good enough you wouldn't have bought the damn ring” Rusty put his hands up in defense. “What if she says no?”

Danny snorted, that was the stupidest thing he's ever heard. “you both are glued to the hip... I think you'll be fine” Danny looked over at Rusty. “but if you do end up hurting her... I will kill you”

“I'm lucky I even got her, ya think I'm gonna screw that up?” Rusty smirked and shook his head. “no fucking way”

Rusty downed his drink. “you know what? Fuck it. I'm asking her tonight”

--------(1st pov)--------

“where are we going?” I asked as Rusty pulled me along the streets of Vegas. “you'll see” he smiled.

Rusty held my hand tight and pulled along untill we stop infront of the The Westgate Las Vegas Resort. He stoped infront of me and held both of my shoulders then looked up at the Westgate sign. “remember this place?”

I looked up at the building it was significant for a couple of reasons, one it's the place Elvis Presley preformed at for months, but also it was the place me and Rusty first met. “we met in this exact spot... Officially at least”

---(Flashback)---

Before they knew who each other were thay were just two people at a poker table. Y/n sat across from Rusty at the table, she was in red dress and a leather jacket. Covering her eyes was Elvis looking sunglasses so he couldn't see the thoughts in her eyes. She was cleaning everyone out except for rusty as the night went on each guy gave up with fire in their eyes and on a occasion sent a threat or two.

Rusty was impressed at how unbothrted she was. “rise you 400” she said. Even though there was no emotion in the way she said it, Rusty still thought it was the sweetest sound he ever heard.

“brave little thing, ain't ya?” Rusty smirked as he threw his poker chips in with hers. “brave, smart, whatever you want to call it” she responded.

“hmm...” Rusty smirked, he glanced at her then back down at his cards. A Royal flush was in his hands, he kept his poker face and waited with anticipation.

“straight flush” y/n smirked and set her cards down, she thought she had this in the bag. Rusty chuckled. “That's cute,” Rusty set his hand down, y/n's eyes bugged out and her heart dropped. “Royal Flush, I win Darlin'”

“Fuck” y/n groaned, her streek was broken and so was her bank. She rolled her eyes and threw about 1,000 dollars rolled up in a rubber band at Rusty. He smirked and put in his pocket, part of him felt bad for taking that much money from a lady.

“that was fun, you got skill” Rusty and y/n stood up at the same time and bumped into each other. His tall frame almost knocking her down. She grabed his waist out of instincted, not expecting to feel the sum of money she just lost. Rusty's hands fell to her hips to keep her steady. He could barely see her eyes behind the sunglasses and he wanted to see them so bad.

Y/n knew she had him distracted, she could tell just by looking into his eyes. Rusty smirked and looked down at her. “how about a drink? To make up for the poker losss”

Y/n chuckled sarcastically and shook her head. Rusty was enchanted by her, that laugh was the sweetest thing he's ever heard. He wanted to hear it again. Y/n smirked and slipped her hand into his jacket pocket with out him realizing it. “maybe next time” she smirked and walked past him, putting the money her leather jacket pocket.

As she left, Rusty stuck his hands in his pockets, his smile fell when he felt his pockets were now empty. “son of a bitch” he darted after.

He ran out of the poker room and saw her at the entrance of the Westgate. “hey!” he yelled after her, she looked over her shoulder and gave him a innocent smile and continued walking. Rusty ran after her, he moved around a bunch of people till eventually catching up with her at the entrance. Just as he grabed her shoulder he was on his back on the side walk outside of the building. He groaned as y/n walked past him, not giving up he quickly stood up and pushed her against the building.

“I think you have somthing of mine” Rusty said with a raised an eyebrow. Y/n rolled her eyes and kneed him in the crotch, not hard but enough to make him back away. She tried to make a run for it, but Rusty had her tackled to the ground. “I don't fight girls, but I will take what's mine”

Y/n quickly flipped them, she put her forearm into his neck, pinning him to the ground. “I can see why”

Rusty felt his skin heat up in frustration, he was about to push her off but he was scolded. “Rusty, what the hell?” it was Danny.

“Danny?” y/n looked suprised to her older brother. She pushed Rusty away, he let out an oof as she stood up.

“Danny?” Rusty groaned, standing up. Danny ignored rusty and turned to his sister. “What the hell are you doing? How many times do I have to tell you not to hastl poker games, to stay away from casinos”

Danny looked between Rusty and y/n, looking both confused and frustrated. “and why the hell are you two doing?”

“she started it” Rusty quickly said. Y/n rolled her eyes. “I lost 1000 to this jackass”

“a thousand?!” Danny did a double take, then to Rusty's suprise started scolding the girl. “see this is why you don't gamble, yes your good but you also don't know when to quit. Yeah you cleaned out the other idiots, but he comes along and you lose it all”

Y/n was about to say something, but Rusty cut her off. “wait a damn minute, how the hell do you two know each other”

“Rusty, this is my little sister Y/n... Y/n this is Rusty”

---(end Flashback)---

“we met here for the first time and even though you kicked my ass, I knew you were the one” he smirked. “and I don't care how fucking cheesy that sounds... I love you y/n Ocean”

His blue eyes stared into mine with nothing but love and admiration. He held her face in his hands and leaned down, kissing her softly then pulled away. “I love you too” I said softly.

“good because what I'm about to ask you is pretty big” his blue eyes stared into mine and he knelt to the ground with a red box in his hand. My heart pounded and I felt tears pricking my eyes. “Rusty...” I said softly, covering my mouth.

Rusty pulled the ring out. “What do ya say? Will you marry me?” I smiled big and immediately nodded. “Yes, you idiot. Of course I'll marry you”

Rusty eyes went wide, the biggest smile spreading across his face. Upon hearing my awnser, he nearly leapt up off the ground and practically tackled me with a tight hug, lifting me up into the air, and spinning me around in a circle.

He sat me down I slipped the ring on to my finger. “there, your stuck with me now” Rusty smirked.

“good” I smiled, I placed my hand on his jaw and kissed him lovingly. I had the man of my dreams and that's all that mattered.

[whatifieatedpaperlol15]

Hey can you explain the will wood hair war for me. I'm confused. Why are there ocs. I wasn't a part of it please explain it. Please

(to answer the other ask- dont worry rhis isnt rude at all! Also sorry for late reply- I was a sleepn’)

okay- so basically the whole will war thing started when bald will wood and his roommate created hair will wood (gimmick accounts who would post bald/hair pictures of will wood daily) and decided it would be funny to jokingly start a feud. Well it worked- so alot of people wanted to join in! What they would do was create a side blog, grab a random feature or object and slap will wood at the end of it.(ex: nose will wood)

so anyways at first when it was still kind of small, it was mainly memes and jokes for shits and giggles. Making comical things happen, usually our actions centered around our gimmick.

Like say paper will wood for instance (dispite the fact I didnt make a side blog, I low-key was just kind of lazy - but with the resurgence i finally did yay) they at first would “cast” things on the enemy balds “origami-magic-style - insert something random and quirky here”

I think when meow will wood and woof will wood came into the picture, writing very detailed prose it being technically a joke, with the punchline being the entire point of the war- things took a shift.

more and more people started to join- and it started to become a comical role play. For me it became that when I interacted with eyebrows and liminal (love you guys!!! /p) another defining thing was when liminal started to make the updated charts, showing the relations in the war between the characters (who’s a general, whos on hair/balds side, are Chris and will (I will explain thst soon) still captured by the balds etc.)

and also when people started to become more creative with their woodlings (I’ll explain that in a moment too) or building off from their silly wacky one, giving them lore and backstories as more and more people shifted to role playing. as February became march, it really was that, people even began to talk to the characters they would interact with most, elaborating where they were gonna go next with their plot (still do!).

And coincidentally, the ides of march was coming up. That was to be the “final act” of the will wood hair wars. Basically setting bald and hair free (the admins didnt want to participate anymore- which is always fine. If you joined and had to leave there is absolutely nothing wrong with that)

anyways we classify that as era 1. Usually pretending it was the most violent and war torn era (even though it was so fucking funny brooooo)

Some people still wanted to participate in the will wars, so we cooked up the elections, era 2. And it was going great! Until it wasn’t. One day this guy pretending to be Chonny jash or something started to harass alot of people, even joined the will wars community thingy (those tumblr community things) spammed some awful shit, we got rid of him- but it just tired alot of people.

It also opened a Pandora’s box of people not in the hair war telling us to end it, it was becoming annoying and obnoxious, were flooding the will wood tag (which thst last one was a serious problem during era 1, but we fixed it and made sure to avoid that tag, but it was so long ago- I have to admit it annoyed me thst they were saying that as we have been so careful, monitoring ourselves and making sure to not inconvenience anyone. Ruined by trolls. But I digress.) so anyways we kind of got a deadline to “wrap things up” by a certain date, and we did. Thus ending era 2.

and also people we’re essentially saying that what we were doing was inappropriate and disrespectful towards will wood- saying that it’s rude to roleplay as a real person

that one made me realize that this is so much a role play that these characters aren’t even will wood anymore, theyre our own oc’s who are based off of certain will wood aspects and references mainly for comidic relief, but at the same time will woods dicography and aspects was like the basis of the whole logic system of the wood verse- and it was probably important to define that with how far in we were - so thats why we were now called “woodlings” as a species in the world (or willworld as liminal like s to call it) and the Chris and will being trapped, not being rp'd by anyone, we’re pretended to be “Gods incarnate” to those who were religious in game (some people think theyre the real will and Chris, some think theure con men, either way it was an immense political decision in game to kidnap them - but it’s okay because they were just playing dti style showdown in their cage at the balds barracks)

so anyways, browses admin and I had been kind of elaborating on the entire thing, establishing certain things thst solidified the fact that this is a world on its own- heavily referenced to will wood and other brainrot. We even created a geographical system to whereas different albums were regions, different songs were cities and landmarks, also elaborated on which album is next to which, not in a chronological way but mainly based on vibes and sound (it’s still very conceptual) aswell as elaborating on our own characters and their relationships with eachother (so much lore man)

so anyways, last week or a week before last idk, with summer coming up, alot of people decided “hey remember that? Thst was fun we should do it again” so ever since that, era 3 began. And now that things are more clearly established, it’s alot easier for people to join or roleplay and overall have fun. I also am glad that this one is going alot slower than the other two eras, mainly because of the mutual understanding that alot of us are either busy, or in different time zones and whatnot- respecting that we all have a life outside of this

Anyways this is all my own perception- so there may be some inaccuracies. and I have no idea if this helped in anyway or was coherent- and if anyone wishes to add on or correct me with anything feel free to! and thank you for asking!!!