#<- very mild spoilers but I'm tagging anyways

[biocrafthero]

loss...

[tracfone]

anyways chelldos fucks and uh. so i guess this dynamic is not great in any real world sense as it can only work with the canon if the both of them for the most part just stay underground together forever alone isolated from the world but also i really do not care. also i think along the way they do (canonically) and will (fanonically in my brain, in my head, lmao) develop a lot of trust in each other and mutual understanding and interdependence that puts them on equal footing with one another rather than like, glados being this big towering force you cannot overpower

[princessasmosprincess]

Sunkissed

Summary: After a fun day at a Human World beach, the brothers realize they're sunburned.

Characters: The demon brothers and GN Reader/MC (it could be Asmodeus x Reader if you squint because this is my fic and hey, you're the one who came to the Asmo kissing blog).

Genre: Sickfic (kinda), humor, fluff

Warnings: Canon-typical sibling on sibling violence, sunburn, nonsexual nudity, mild canon-typical innuendo, no major spoilers but MC is in possession of a certain object they obtain in season 2.

***

“I might have to get rid of that new toner we bought, MC,” said Asmo as he held the door open for you. “My face hurts.”

“Really? My skin feels fine.” You’d known demon skin to be stronger than your own in most cases, so this was perplexing.

Asmo had purchased the toner with you only three days ago from a Human World store famous for selling the most exclusive skincare. It had gone viral online despite its steep price tag, so naturally Asmo had to buy it.

Asmo gasped. “You don’t suppose it contains holy water, do you?”

“That’s not really a common skincare ingredient in the Human World,” you said.

“Humans don’t use it to purify their skin?” He asked.

You shook your head, suppressing a laugh. “But maybe there's something else in the toner that doesn't agree with your skin, let’s take a look at the bottle.”

“Ok! I’ll go get it. And while I'm at it I’ll prepare a bath for the two of us,” He slipped his arm around your waist, leaning into you with his charming smile.

“Maybe…” you said, bumping him gently with your hip.

“We can even try out those bath salts I brought back for you, wouldn't that be nice?”

You had to admit a relaxing bath did sound nice right now. You and the brothers were just coming in from a day at the private beach Diavolo owned in the Human World. The beach was protected by a magical barrier, cloaking it from anyone not authorized to be there. You and the brothers were free to do whatever you wished, including using magic.

It had been a very full day. In the morning you'd surfed a little with Beel, needing to relearn most of what he’d taught you before. And then as soon as you got back to shore, you’d been pulled into a water fight “to the death” that had begun when Satan dumped a handful of sand down Lucifer’s rash guard while he was resting in the shade. You’d mostly been used as a shield between Satan and Mammon against Lucifer. You didn't really mind, though, since you got to see Lucifer's conflicted expression every time he faced you; not that it had really saved you in the end, you’d ended up soaked anyway. Then, Asmo had whisked you away to collect shells in the water with him, with the assistance of mercandy. You’d so enjoyed being merpeople together on your last beach trip that this was truly a treat to experience again. In the water you’d gotten to watch Levi swimming with Lotan, from a distance, of course. Satisfied with the shells you’d collected, you and Asmo dragged yourselves back onto the beach and fell asleep under the umbrella with Belphie, completely exhausted from all the swimming you’d done. You hadn't woken up until the sun had shifted and you were no longer in the shade. At the end of the day, you and the brothers got to watch porpoises breaching in the distance as the sunset lit the sea in shades of pink and gold.

You were grateful the beach Diavolo had lent you came with a vacation home (more like a mansion) just steps away from the shore.

“I call the first shower!” Mammon declared, kicking off his flip-flops.

Levi grabbed his arm before he could run up the stairs. “No, I get the first shower. There’s a raid starting in an hour and I want to login early.”

“Too bad, little bro,” Mammon wrenched his arm out of Levi’s grip. “Hierarchy says I get to go first since I'm older.”

“Really, Mammon, if that’s the case then I’ll be taking the first shower.” said Lucifer.

The three oldest brothers shared one of the mansion’s bathrooms, while the youngest shared another (minus Asmo, since Barbatos had set up a portal to his bathroom at the House of Lamentation). You had your own private bathroom as well, but you didn't mind letting the brothers use it from time to time. It seemed like that would be happening tonight if you ever hoped to have a peaceful dinner.

“One of you can use my bathroom tonight,” You left the three oldest brothers in the foyer to argue, now that an offer to use your bathroom was on the table. You needed some water, you were starting to get a headache, you’d probably had too much sun.

Beel was already in the kitchen, rummaging through the fridge for something. Belphie was nearby, sitting at the kitchen island as he rested his cheek on the cool marble counter.

“We’ll have dinner soon, Beel, I just need a drink of water and I’ll get started cooking.”

Beel tossed you a water bottle before grabbing one for himself.

“Can I have a snack while I wait?” He bit into a nectarine, coming to lean against the counter.

“Well you’ve already started.” You teased. You took a long drink of water, mentally checking off all the ingredients you’d need to start dinner. Hopefully one or two of the brothers would agree to assist you, it would go much faster with help.

Beel rolled his cool water bottle against his neck, “I think I missed a spot when I reapplied my sunscreen,” he said. “Can you take a look for me?”

“Sure,” you slipped off the sunglasses you were still wearing as Beel turned around for you. “Oh, Beel I think-”

A blood-curdling scream tore through the mansion.

“Wha-” Belphie woke with a start.

You took of running upstairs, towards the source of the scream. You and the twins were the last to arrive at Asmo’s bathroom.

Asmo threw himself into your arms. “Oh, MC! I’m hideous!” He began to cry. His face was red everywhere except where his sunglasses had been, leaving a white impression of their shape behind, “I don't know how you can bear to look at me!”

“Asmo, you’re not hideous,” You stroked his hair. “I don’t think that’s even possible.”

“I’m not?” He sniffed.

“Not at all, you’re just a little…” You trailed off as you looked around the room. Lucifer, Levi, Satan, Beel, and Belphie (in addition to Asmo) were all severely sunburned. Several of them had already begun to shift uncomfortably. “You’re all-”

“MAMMON WHAT DID YOU DO?” Satan roared. Judging by the dark aura surrounding him, he was about to shift into his demon form.

“Wha’da’ya mean, what did I do?” Mammon ran to hide behind you for protection.

“Clearly this is your fault,” he seethed, the aura beginning to dissipate a little since you were in front of him, but his eyes were on Mammon, “We’ve been cursed, you probably wronged some Human World witch and now we’re all paying for it.”

“While that does sound like something he’d-” Lucifer began.

“You’re not cursed,” said Mammon, cutting him off. “You just have a sunburn.”

Satan paused. “You're saying this happened because we were outside in the sunlight?”

“Yeah,”

“Is this true, MC?” He looked at you.

You nodded, “It happens to some humans, too.”

“I did remind you to reapply your sunscreen earlier, Satan.” said Lucifer.

Satan growled. “I didn't think it would actually do anything. I’ve never had a sunburn before.” You noticed the new freckles sprinkled across his nose and cheeks. He would have looked so adorable if not for the anger glowing in his eyes.

“Really?” Beel asked.

“Me and Beel and Asmo used to get sunburned all the time when we snuck down to the Human World.” said Belphie.

“That was before sunscreen existed,” Asmo added. “I would never go out without putting it on now. Earlier I just–” He burst into tears again.

Belphie ignored him, continuing to talk to Satan, “You’ve been here a fair amount and it’s never happened?”

“I’m typically summoned to the Human World at night.” Satan answered flatly. “As are most demons, I’d wager.”

“Satan, your poor, virgin skin!” Asmo sobbed.

“My what?”

“Did anyone remember to reapply?” Lucifer pinched the bridge of his nose, recalling that even he hadn’t remembered after the water fight, and then he’d even removed his rash guard, exposing himself further.

“I remembered, and I also put some on Belphie’s face,” said Beel. “But we got burned anyway,”

“What sunscreen did you use?” You asked.

“This one I got from Mammon,” Beel handed you his bottle of sunscreen. You read the label, it was 20 years past its expiration date and the brand name was misspelled.

You shot Mammon a look over your shoulder.

“Must’a got mixed up with my newer stock– uh, purchases.” he lied.

You looked around at the demons in front of you. All six of them were varying shades of red. Satan and Levi seemed to be in the worst condition as they’d been in full sun for most of the day. Asmo, Lucifer, and the twins hadn’t fared much better despite taking advantage of the umbrella’s shade. You could feel the heat of Asmo’s skin on yours, plus more warmth radiating off of Satan. It had to be so painful.

Satan turned back to you and Mammon. “Why don't you two seem to be affected?”

“I don’t get sunburns,” Mammon smirked before ducking behind you again when Satan turned his glare on him.

“Father blessed him with a golden tan complexion,” Asmo pouted. “He was like that when we were angels, too.”

“And you, MC, are you immune like Mammon or do you have some sort of talisman against the rays of the sun?” Satan asked. “I don’t understand how a human could be unaffected when we are all suffering.”

“I don’t have any special talismans, I put on sunscreen before I went outside just like everyone else,” You looked down at your arms. You hadn't been sunburned at all, and you hadn't reapplied your sunscreen either. Your eyes caught on the gold ring you wore on your finger.

“You might have been protected by my Ring of Light,” Lucifer said with a small smile, echoing your thoughts almost exactly.

The others nodded. It was a very powerful magical relic.

“Well now that we've cleared that up,” Satan said through thinly veiled rage. “How long is this agony supposed to last? It feels like spiders are crawling all over my skin.”

You really didn't want to tell him. Judging by the severity of his sunburn it might be… “A week?” you said. “Sometimes it takes longer. But most of the pain occurs in the first few days or so.”

Satan looked like he was about to explode with rage or drown Mammon in the bathtub. Maybe both.

Lucifer cut in before he could do anything. “As we are demons, our cell turnover is faster than humans, which will shorten our recovery time. It will be about 48 hours until we fully heal, I’d estimate, but that also means we’ll be feeling the worst of it tonight.”

***

You sent the sunburned demons downstairs to the living room, directing them to ice their skin while they waited, so you and Mammon could collect supplies. The mansion was well-stocked thanks to Diavolo and Barbatos preparing it for you ahead of time, but only with Human World essentials. They had wanted you to feel right at home. You doubted the brothers kept very many potion ingredients in their rooms, and definitely not anything that could give relief from a sunburn.

You had Mammon fetch the first aid kit from the kitchen cabinet while you looked through Asmo’s and Lucifer’s skincare collections to see if they had any skin-soothing products. When you were finished, the two of you deposited your loot on the living room’s coffee table. Mammon had found a tiny tube of lidocaine cream, one packet of colloidal oatmeal, and a small jar of aloe gel. You’d come up with a bottle of unscented body lotion and two small tubes of expensive healing ointment; you’d also found a half-full bottle of demon-strength ibuprofen in Lucifer's things, which would definitely be needed to get through the next couple of days. These were your only supplies. You might be able to get the aloe gel to stretch between your six sunburn victims but it would be pretty scarce. As for everything else… you’d cross that bridge when you got there.

Asmo and Beel got started slathering healing ointment and lotion on Belphie who was whining in his sleep.

You scooped some aloe gel into your hand so you could administer care to Satan as Mammon did the same with Levi.

Satan started reciting cat poems under his breath as you rubbed the cool gel into his skin as gently as you could.

“MC, there’s a bottle of Demonus in the basement fridge.” said Lucifer. He sat next to you, his perfect posture rigid, as if moving at all would cause him immense pain. “When you have a moment, please go get it.”

“Demonus would be really nice right now,” Asmo hummed, pressing a generous amount of healing ointment onto his own cheeks.

You gave a sympathetic smile, “You both know that’s just going to dehydrate you and make your skin feel worse.”

You knocked two ibuprofen into Lucifer’s palm as consolation. He gave you a look, taking the bottle from you. He poured out four more into his hand and then passed the rest to Asmo.

SMACK

Levi screamed at the top of his lungs.

“MAMMON!” You and Lucifer yelled at the same time.

You rushed to Levi’s side only to see the perfectly white handprint of Mammon’s slap contrasting with his lobster red skin. Levi began to cry, inhaling a ragged breath as tears started streaming down his face.

“He insulted me after all I’m doin’ for him?” Mammon defended himself. “He called me a scumbag!”

“Go help Lucifer,” you snapped.

“Ok, ok, I’m goin’.”

Levi couldn’t catch his breath, his shoulders convulsing as his sobs came out in a silent cry. It was a bit disturbing.

You gently placed your hand on the handprint. “May the vestiges of pain that linger within the demon before me be eliminated.” A gold flash sparkled under your hand as you recited the spell. Levi slumped against your shoulder, breathing once more. For once, he wasn't embarrassed that his bare skin was touching yours.

“Are you ok?” you asked him.

He sniffed a few times, still shaking, “The pain from the slap is gone but my skin still feels like it’s on fire,” he said, wiping away a tear.

You had a feeling the healing spell wouldn't be strong enough. It had been worth a try, though.

“MC,” Satan called your attention from the other side of the couch. “The aloe gel has dried and the infernal itching has returned.” He squirmed in his seat.

“Here, try this,” Mammon slid an ice pack over Satan’s shoulders.

“THAT’S MAKING IT WORSE!” Satan tore the ice pack from Mammon’s hands, throwing it at his face and knocking his sunglasses off.

“Ow!” Mammon rubbed the red mark just beginning to bloom on his cheek.

You sighed. This was proving more difficult than you’d expected. There wasn’t enough aloe gel to apply on each brother twice. You needed to come up with a solution.

“Is there any chance we can use a duplication spell on this?” You slid the jar to Mammon, who was still holding his cheek in pain.

He picked up the jar and scanned over the ingredients list. “There’s too much stuff in here, between the two of us we might end up with somethin’ similar but there’s also a chance it’ll make everything worse. I ain’t Lord Diavolo.”

You looked at the dwindling supplies on the table. Asmo and Beel had already exhausted the first tube of healing ointment. “That means we can’t duplicate any of that, either?”

“Probably not.”

“I’m hungry,” Beel complained.

Right. Everyone still needed dinner.

Lucifer handed you his credit card before Mammon had a chance to register what was happening. “Just buy anything we need. Supplies, takeout, I really don’t care right now.” He picked up the tube of lidocaine cream and squeezed the entire contents into his hand, rubbing half of it into his own chest and the other half into Satan’s shoulders.

Well, that certainly made things easier. You turned on an animated movie for them to watch while you and Mammon went to the kitchen. You picked a random takeout menu that was stuck to the fridge and ordered meals for everyone, and Mammon sat at the island and searched Akuzon for sunburn relief products on his D.D.D.

“Does Akuzon even deliver to the Human World?” You asked as you hung up the phone.

“They do for demon lords,” said Mammon as he added another item to the cart. “Levi pays for the premium shipping rate so they deliver anywhere.”

“You’re using Levi’s account?”

“Got locked outta mine…”

You sat next to him, helping him choose the best products to heal his brothers’ damaged skin. Lots of aloe gel and healing ointment, analgesic products too. You also purchased a balm that was supposedly infused with magic to speed up the healing process. The bill would be several hundred Grimm but you didn't think Lucifer would mind, considering the circumstances.

“We got three hour delivery, we just gotta keep ‘em happy ‘till then.” said Mammon.

“NO!” Asmo shrieked from the other room, right as the doorbell rang.

“That’s probably the food,” Mammon sighed, “Do you wanna find out what Asmo’s problem is or should I?”

You pressed your hand to your heart, your pulse still racing from being startled. “It would be better if I went to him,” You were less likely to start a fight between the brothers just by entering the room.

Mammon went to answer the door while you returned to the living room.

“Is everything alright?” You asked tentatively.

“Everything is not alright,” said Asmo. “How dare those disgusting eels tip over their boat, Ariel was just about to get her true love’s kiss!”

You breathed a sigh of relief. It was just about the movie.

“Mmm, eel…” Beel was almost drooling.

“Would the kiss have even worked?” Satan mused. “How could it be true love, Eric just barely learned her name and they’ve known each other for two days.”

“I wonder,” you smiled.

“Come sit with me, darling,” Asmo pulled you onto the couch between him and Lucifer, nuzzling into you, his skin still feverishly warm, “This movie is wonderful. Have you seen the sea witch’s makeup? I should try something like that for fun, don’t you think? It’s such an iconic look.”

They all seemed really into it, which left you pleasantly surprised. Satan was trying to figure out if the story would end the bittersweet way the original fairytale did, Lucifer argued that it wouldn't be appropriate for a children’s movie to end tragically; their conversation was very lighthearted and almost academic. Levi was using his tablet to draft cosplays of various characters from the film, asking you who you wanted to be. Beel was commenting about all the fish he’d like to eat every time they appeared onscreen, while Belphie hummed along to the score. Mammon brought in the food and then everyone was glad to eat while finishing the movie.

There wasn't a dry eye as the credits rolled after Ariel finally got her happy ending with her prince. Not even yours. A mermaid leaving her family to live with her true love in another realm, the irony wasn't lost on you.

“That was great,” said Mammon, dabbing at a tear with a handkerchief, “Should we watch another?”

Belphie’s shoulders shook as he cried quietly.

“What's wrong, Belphie?” Beel asked as all eyes turned to the youngest.

“M-my skin st-still h-hurts,” he hiccuped.

You were worried about that. They’d all been distracted by the movie for a while, the pain was bound to kick in once it ended.

“I’m starting to feel it again, too.” Lucifer popped a few more ibuprofen capsules.

“How much longer until the delivery, Mammon?” You asked.

He checked his D.D.D. “They’re a hundred stops away, should get here by ten.”

“That's two and a half hours from now,”

The brothers began to complain. You didn't blame them, they were still suffering, but it was starting to give you a headache on top of the one you already had. You needed to placate them and clearly Disney movies weren't enough.

They'd used up all of the supplies, the empty containers littering the table. All that was left was the packet of colloidal oatmeal. You picked it up.

Ingredients: Colloidal oatmeal 100%

“Everyone upstairs to Asmo’s bathroom,” you instructed. You took Mammon by the wrist and led him to the kitchen.

“Now what?” He asked.

“This has only one ingredient,” You held up the packet.

“So we can duplicate it. Good idea, MC!”

Mammon helped you locate a large mixing bowl and you emptied the packet into it. You both waved your hands over the bowl, reciting the duplication spell in unison. You had to repeat the spell six times to have enough for what you needed to do.

When you got upstairs, the brothers were all standing around the bathroom looking very uncomfortable, Asmo had already started filling the tub.

“Everyone needs to strip,” you tossed each of them a towel.

The room broke out in half-hearted groans. You were sure if their faces weren't so red from sunburn, most of them would have been blushing.

“It’s nothing I haven't seen before,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“What?” Mammon’s gaze shot to you.

“Nothing…” you gave an innocent smile.

Mammon crossed his arms, muttering something to himself.

“I c- I can’t strip in front of my brothers!” Levi whined.

“It’s no different than bathing at the hot springs,”

“Yeah but I usually–”

You raised an eyebrow, “Are you really in a position to be complaining, Leviathan?”

“N-no…” Levi sniffed.

“MC, look over here, ” Asmo cooed, winking. “I can strip for you, like a good boy.” He swayed his hips, dropping the towel from his shoulders. “Doo doo-doo doo-doo doo doo doo,” he was singing his own sexy background music.

You just stared at him.

Asmo bent down, giving you what was supposed to be a sensual smile, his lips curved wobbly and his eyes were hazed with pain and unshed tears as he moved. But the show must go on, as they say. “Touch me, tease me, feel me up,” He tossed his hair, sliding his hands to the waistband of his swim shorts, beginning to roll them down. “Touch me, tease me, feel me– AHH!” He screamed as the fabric brushed against his inflamed skin.

“Asmo!”

His swim shorts dropped to the ground unceremoniously, as he writhed in pain. Everywhere the shorts had previously covered was porcelain white. He squeaked, picking up the towel to cover himself. This was not how he wanted you to see him.

The others followed suit in a less dramatic fashion, all stripping out of their swimwear, some more bashful than others for being naked in front of you. You and Mammon dumped the contents of the bowl into the tub, allowing the running water to mix it around.

“Get in,” you said.

And they obeyed.

There was just enough room for the six of them to fit in the tub comfortably. They all relaxed in the warm water, their skin finally feeling soothed. They were quiet. Belphie fell asleep right away, and Satan’s eyes no longer glowed with barely concealed rage.

You sat down on the padded bench next to the tub, your muscles untensing at last, Mammon passed you a water bottle and a single demon-strength ibuprofen, just enough for a human headache.

“Thanks,” you took it, sinking deeper into the bench’s soft cushion.

“I’m gonna go put some music on,” he said.

“Sure, go ahead,” You said, your eyes slipping closed.

When Mammon returned with the portable speaker, you were fast asleep.

“Shh…” said Lucifer.

Mammon set the speaker down and lifted you into his arms.

“Thank you, MC,” the brothers each whispered as Mammon carried you off to your bedroom for a well-deserved rest.

“Sleep well,” said Mammon.

***

Cross-posted on AO3

[catusbeanius]

Decided to branch out and take notes on my Riddle vignettes! So, here are some Riddle tidbits (I have all his cards aside from his birthday jacket and tsumsitter, sadly :(. Also, why doesn't masquerade riddle have a vignette smh. Gave me a heart attack thinking I never got him)

Tidbit 16:

Riddles calls himself the "King of Heartslabyul" (Suitor Suit vignette pt 2), yet he still appreciates the powerful femininity of the Queen. He says he enjoys the way heels make him stand taller and how the clacks catch everyone's attention (Halloween vignette pt 3)

Tidbit 17:

He shows his insecurities on his sleeve.

In his Suitor Suit vignette pt 1, he mentions to Malleus how the princess won't like him because he's short (he also mentions this in the regular event). He doesn't want Kalim sharing anything about his low P.E score (P.E uniform vignette) and he assumes Vil is making fun of his athletic ability when he was just trying to compliment Riddle in heels (Halloween vignette pt 1-2)

Tidbit 18:

He initially assumes everyone understands things the same way he does, but he can grasp other methods fairly easily.

In his Dorm Uniform vignette (spoiler for the whole plot, if you care), he's trying to help Cater pass his exam and initially gives him a 300 page study guide to memorize in a week. He gets very upset when Cater can't even pass the table of contents, but Trey tells him to think about it from a different perspective. He asks Riddle what method he'd use to eat his least favorite foods, and Riddle responds that he'd dilute it or eat it alongside something he does enjoy. He quickly comes up with a way to help Cater study (through Magicam tags).

Imo, this means he's learned to be open-minded and to listen to people before collaring them immediately (however his gut reaction is still anger)

Tidbit 19:

Kind of in conjunction with the last tidbit, but Riddle is not very confident in things he hasn't mastered. Namely, cooking. He follows directions unquestioningly (can also be seen as his strict rule-following).

Riddle trusts Lilia with only mild-skepticism when he tells him how to make soup (Labwear vignette). I don't know for sure what he put in it, but Lilia tells him to make a strawberry tart soup. Lilia tells him to min-max the nutrients and Riddle is like, "Really? Okay... I guess that makes sense."

Tidbit 19.25

I gotta yap about Diasomnia ONCE, okay?? /j

Anyway, I noticed Lilia was very good at making things understandable for Riddle while cooking. When something was up to Riddle's preference, he basically explained it as, "what do YOU like in food," and, "how much would Trey realistically eat?"

Analyzing TWST vignettes has proven that they are VERY careful and purposeful with who they have interact. Knowing Lilia in his general days, it's very obvious that HE struggled with similar things. Very different circumstances, but they're both loosely following rules/orders to survive. They both grew up in tense environments without the tools for self expression and self understanding.

Does that make any sense??? I think it does.

Tidbit 19.5

I gotta yap about Mally, too.

He talks with Riddle in his Suitor Suit vignette and we learn about his ideals in a king!!

He says Riddle's character is befitting of a king (quickly acting to save his dorm mates) and laments how he can't do the same (since he can't marry a princess willy-nilly). Flash forward to his overblot... Yeah, makes sense. He wants to be a good king/son/student/brother/boyfie, idk (talking about the MC not Diasomnia ftr) and he assumes trapping them from harm is the best way.

Tidbit 19.75

Also, why does Riddle say "noblesse oblige" is a philosophy of the "Realm of Roses??" (in the Suitor Suit vignette again)

As far as I know, the Queendom is never referred to as the Realm of Roses & the translation on the Japanese wiki is the Queendom as well. Idk what's going on.

That's it for my Riddle tidbits! Idk who I'll do tomorrow, but I'm planning on spotlighting a different character every day. I might just do Riddle's voicelines (or I'll do those tonight, who knows). Maybe leave a comment/ask for a suggestion? I can't guarantee a quality tidbit post since this is only based on my vignettes. I also wanna try rereading the entirety of TWST and taking notes (idr if I mentioned that before) but especially Leona's, Azul's, and Jamil's overblots bc I know an embarrassing little amount about them. I only discovered critical thinking the past few years /j

Anyway!! Until next time BD

[siriannatan]

Canary and A Mermaid

LimitedLife / Au / Flower Husbands

I'm putting the entirety of the blame for this existing on Scott settling on the water.

Might have some mild (thus no tag) Limited Life spoilers

Song Jimmy's singing: Steffan Argus – Ship in a Bottle

AO3

Scott heard more warnings about humans than he cared to count. Martyn warned him The weird harpies did (Cleo, Bdoubs, Scar), the dwarves (Tango, Impulse, Skizz), and the weird elf (Etho) living with the dwarves all warned him whenever they passed by the lake or saw him just floating down a river. But when the weird humans settled in an old ruined house by one of Scott's favourite smaller lakes, he could not help his curiosity and watched them instead running back home as everyone told him to do.

There were three of them. All rather loud and obnoxious when together. The two shorter ones remained noisy even when separated from the rest. but the tall and pretty one would get quiet and just mumble something Scott couldn't quite catch from his hiding spots.

And he played a small instrument with strings and sang pretty well for a not a mermaid. Scott was somewhat tempted to join in but he didn't know the songs and didn't want to destroy the nice melody so he just listened and tried repeating it when alone. Martyn would be so angry if he knew.

Most of the songs the human - Jimmy as others called him - sang were happy and cheerful. At least from what Scott could understand. He was not an idiot so he usually observed from a fair distance and Jimmy didn't sing too loudly anyway so he could have missed something.

You can fit everything you know In a bottle for you to show Pick your brain apart and put it in And build it again with needles and pins...

Jimmy started in a forlorn, shaky voice, pulling at the strings. He was sat on the sandy bank of the small (by Scott's standards) lake. Barely paying any attention to his instrument as he looked up at the clear sky. Scott couldn't really see his face but he slowly got louder and louder and...

Oh, captain, let's make a deal Where we both say the things that we both really feel I feel scared and I'm starting to sink And I only sink deeper the deeper I think Oh, captain, oh, captain, deal Oh, captain, deal, oh, captain, deal, oh

There are red spots under your eyes From when you cry into the sky Ocean waters rising above your neck, mmm You feel the glass start to crack

Scott was a simple man, for a mermaid. He liked pretty things and Jimmy's voice was really pretty so of course on the next 'Oh, captain, oh, captain, deal Oh, captain, deal, oh, captain, deal, oh' he joined in and clearly startled the human who froze to look for the source of the noise. And now Scott had to decide if he should flee or stay and talk to Jimmy.

Scott obviously chose to stay. He'd care about Martyn's warnings later. Nothing he saw about the humans made him scared. And it wasn't like they swam that well anyway so if he was wrong he could just swim away. "Sorry, I couldn't help it," he said after pulling himself onto a rock a bit closer to the coast but not so close Jimmy could just grab him. "You've got a nice voice," he smiled fanning out his earfins. 

Jimmy was shocked to say the least. One moment he was having his me time away from Joel and Grian and the next there was a whole damn mermaid in front of him. That's not what 'retirement' was supposed to be. But here he was. "Um... I'm sorry if I disturbed you?" he offered. Offending magical creatures was a very bad idea. And even if this one said it liked Jimmy's voice it could be some game. Better save than sorry, and Jimmy had nothing to defend himself with. He was not expecting any creatures this close to the ruined mansion they set up camp in. 

"No, no, I live in a different lake, this one's a bit too small for that," the mermaid smiled and showed off pearly white, sharp as-heck, pointy teeth. "I like your singing, it was a nice song, I'm sorry I interrupted," the mermaid said and slipped off the rock. 

Jimmy expected it to get bored and left so he was a bit shocked when teal hair broke water just by the beach and the mermaid left the water. Teal scales morphed into a pair of pale legs. And to Jimmy's dread, all it was wearing now was a tunic, stopping barely at his thighs, made of weird, almost translucent material. and it was wet and clung to their skin.

"Um... I kind of have to..." Jimmy started saying but the mermaid sat next to him on the ground and smiled. Jimmy hoped it was supposed to be a smile.

"Can we sing together sometime?" it asked before Jimmy could collect his thoughts. "The name's Scott, by the way, and I already kind of know yours."

"Su... sure?" Jimmy stammered out and got an even wider and scarier smile in return.

"Great, unfortunately, I have to go, but next time I won't be hiding, don't worry," Scott said leaning in and gave Jimmy a kiss on the cheek and was gone. No goodbye or anything. Just gone as suddenly as he appeared. Almost as if Jimmy imagined him. But the cold feeling on his cheek persisted and there was a wet patch on his shirt from when Scott's hand briefly rested on his shoulders.

After a minute of just sitting there, Jimmy hurried back to the mansion. Before Scott changed his mind about eating him.

Back on his way home Scott was beyond giddy for the next meeting with Jimmy. He was even cuter up close.

[lafortis]

and just gonna follow that up... if you're counting calories, that's disordered eating bud. idk if the tag means you're aware of that or just trying not to trigger people, but yeah. please don't starve yourself :(

HUGE content warning for eating disorders under the read more (spoilers, I don't have one, I recommend just not reading at all if you do)

The tag is because I know the discussion of anything like that is triggering to those with eating disorders, not cus I consider myself to have an eating disorder lol. I promise I'm waaaay too lazy to get disordered about my thinking regarding my diet. I eat a good 40% of my meals at a banquet hall anyway, so my caloric estimates are spitballing for that portion of it. Mostly I'm tracking stuff because even just writing things down is enough to reconsider certain dietary choices, but no, I'm not starving myself or ignoring my body's signals. Because I'm making a conscious effort to eat healthily I feel better than I have in months if not years tbqh.

Like listen, I get where you're coming from. Things like CICO and other various fairly mild dieting concepts being indicative of eating disorders is a helpful truism to offer those recovering from eating disorders. I'll take this Reddit thread as an example because it's the best discussion I could find of such a thing: https://old.reddit.com/r/loseit/comments/wry6m1/disordered_eating_the_inaccuracy_of_tdee_and_the/

But the conclusion the OP makes is that people are using these tools in disordered ways, not that the tools themselves are disorder-inducing. The very first response OP has (that I could see) is agreeing to the sentiment that precise and obsessive adherence to their TDEE calculator is the disordered part and they're still perfectly useful as guesstimaters as long as you don't think that they're more than that. And again, this isn't a helpful sentiment to express to someone recovering from an eating disorder, because they don't need to hear that nuance or mollification of users of such tools, they just need to stop using them completely because they're going to lead to further harm.

But importantly, I do not personally have any particular eating disorder, nor have I ever had one, to the best of my knowledge. I take Vyvanse, which suppresses my hunger sometimes so I go on 14 hour coke fuelled gaming binges, but that's different. I am fully capable of monitoring my caloric intake (the restriction of which to healthily and safely reduce your weight is fairly widely agreed upon as a practice, as long as it is healthily and safely adhered to) without sliding too far into something unsafe for me; I've done it before, and I can do it again. I fuckin chopped a tree down yesterday. I work on my feet for goodly portions of the day. You can rest assured that you don't need to tell me that I gotta feed myself properly, because the consequences would be pretty immediate if I didn't.

Again, none of this should be read by pretty much anyone with an eating disorder (in fact I think I'll put it under a read more), because it's like telling a depressed person to simply not be sad. However, when you're not affected by that disorder, sometimes it really isn't that complicated. Many many people the world over undertake similar regimens safely. It's about the most normal form of dietting one can pursue. Now if dieting itself is a triggering concept, then yeah, that's a bad thing. Thatll be bad for you. But for me it is not. I am a relatively healthy 28 year old able-bodied man who has had a couple #neurodivergences throughout his life but nothing to do with his diet. I know I sound like an idiot explaining to you that I'm a big boy who can take care of himself (altho I am and I can), but I'm trying to get across the point that I think the message you're providing is a really good sentiment to the wrong person entirely lol.

Anyway I still very much appreciate the concern and compassion. I promise if there were ever to be truly any negative consequences to this pattern of behaviour I would bitch out in maybe five days tops because I am weak willed and love comfort more than almost anything else. The reason I am able to do a 500 calorie deficit at all is because it is truly so so so easy. I eat more on days when I do hard stuff anyway, altho my tracker is all about them averages so it don't rly care day to day. And I weigh myself not because I care about my weight but so that macrofactor can have data to work with to help it's estimates of my energy expenditure. I promise I am using the tool safely. I own and use an angle grinder regularly, you should probably be more worried about a splintered cutting wheel splitting my facemask or tearing out my jugular than that I starve myself (because I'm really not; I love food and anything that prevented me from enjoying enough food would not even be entertained)

[lotusflowerbreakingthesurface]

[PX Fic Rec 114] 無頭

by vomisa72

Translated title: Headless

Relationship: Zhang Qiling/Wu Xie

Writer’s attribute: PingXie (unverified)

Rating: G

Status: Complete + Extra

Language: Chinese

Words: 298,221

Tags: AU Setting—Crime/Mafia AU, Criminal Investigation, Clear Water, Ambiguous Relationship, HE

What’s inside the fic: Third Person POV, Mysterious (to avoid spoilers) Ping × Police Officer Xie, Mystery/Suspense, Horror/Supernatural

Warnings: Mild Gore, Genderswap Da Kui → Pang Kui, a vicious(?) Wu Yiqiong, Minor Character Death

About this fic:

Wu Xie is a new police officer in recent years, he was assigned to work in the criminal investigation team. One day, they found a headless corpse in the mountains of the North District. And then the story began...

Personal opinion:

Honestly, I don't really remember the detailed plot since I read it a long time ago. At that time I hadn't read the book yet, so I couldn't judge the characterization, but I have a good impression of its story maybe because I'm fond of criminal investigation fics (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠) PingXie is very subtle here, that's why it's rated G, but remember that this is also a criminal investigation fic that deals with murder cases... Anyway it's an interesting story with canon ambiguous PingXie. The romance isn't the strong point, even until the end they are still ambiguous hmm... but overall, I like it! ✨

Where to read: AO3

[sweetloleepop]

𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑶𝒍𝒅, 𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑵𝒆𝒘, 𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑩𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅, 𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑩𝒍𝒖𝒆

Chapter 3: Les Nuits Parisiennes

Synopsis: What comes after the wedding? The honeymoon of course. And where else is it best to celebrate it other than the city of love?

Pairings: Zeke Yeager/Reader, Erwin Smith/Reader

Tags: Modern AU, Arranged Marriage, Additional Tags to be Added, Implied Sexual Content, Reader is kind of a dandere, Erwin Smith is mean and cold, angst, spoilers in tags, slow burn, mild smut, vaginal fingering, fingerfucking, loss of virginity, p in v sex

a/n: I'm trying my best to update as fast as I can and I hope I didn't made you guys wait for so long!! Also, here's chapters 1 and 2

Wordcount: 1.8k

“Will you, Erwin Smith, take (Y/N) (L/N) as your lawfully wedded wife?”

“I do”

“Will you, (Y/N) (L/N), take Erwin Smith as your lawfully wedded husband?”

“I do”

“By the power vested in me by God and man, I now pronounce you as husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride”

Erwin and (Y/N) faced each other. He gently lifted her vail and slowly inched closer. (Y/N)’s heart kept on beating so fast, she hasn’t kissed a man before, this will be the first. She tried to calm herself just before Erwin closed the space between their lips.

The kiss was short, only lasting at least 5 seconds. Erwin thought kissing her for so long would be too immoral and kissing her without making it last would look too suspicious so he decided to count to five when their lips met.

After the kiss, the newly weds looked at the people in the church, they were all cheering for them.

In the corner of (Y/N)’s eye, she saw her father, he doesn’t look happy but not mad either. (Y/N) thought to just ignore him for now, after all she’s married and she doesn’t have to stay with them anymore and that gave her a sense of relief.

||

(Y/N) found herself reminiscing in the earlier events. She’s currently sat down on the hotel bed, wearing only a nightgown. Their trip to Paris was short, thanks to the fast and steady flight of Erwin’s private plane.

(Y/N) felt a bit nervous. They’ve finished their dinner earlier and have took a little rest. It’s what’s going to happen next that is causing her anxiety. She has never slept with anyone before and she’s afraid that she’ll make a mistake —worse, displease her partner.

She jumped a little as the door suddenly opened. Erwin looked at her with his stunning blue eyes. They looked shiny and dreamy in the darkness of the room.

(Y/N) examined Erwin. He’s wearing a pair of pajamas in dark shades of blue, he looks so enticing. Her thoughts were interrupted by Erwin’s heavy steps. He’s heading towards her and she can’t calm her rapidly beating heart.

“May I?” Erwin asked while pointing at the empty space next to (Y/N).

“Sure”

Erwin sat down on the bed next to her and cleared his throat.

“I’ll be forward with you and say it. We both know what’s supposed to happen tonight but I won’t force anything on you. I know that we still barely know each other but this needs to happen anyways. I would rely on your decision right now for your body is greatly involved but do know that you’re free to tell me when you’re not feeling comfortable about something or if we should do anything at all tonight.”

(Y/N) didn’t know what to say. Erwin is being considerate and she’s glad that he is but having her decide on this is very unexpected. Personally, she’s anticipating something to happen tonight but saying that out loud is very embarrassing.

“W-well, I mean, we’ll need to do it eventually anyways so why not do it tonight?” Gosh, if this isn’t incredibly embarrassing.

(Y/N) looked up just in time to see Erwin nodding.

“I see. Very well then,” Erwin stood up and picked out something from the mini fridge inside their room. “Would you like something to drink before we get to it?”

“Sure, I guess”

Erwin gave her a glass of red wine. She watched as the red liquid swirled inside the glass.

“Thank you”

“You’re welcome. Cheers to our wedding, hm?”

“Cheers” They clicked their glasses and drank the red liquid. (Y/N) hummed as she tasted the bittersweet wine.

||

Erwin and (Y/N) drank for a while and talked a bit. (Y/N) found herself feeling more comfy with Erwin as she knew more about him and see more of what he’s like. Erwin feels the same way but of course, he can’t forget what all this is about.

Erwin gave her yet another glass and they raised their drinks together. (Y/N) drank it almost immediately, feeling as the bitter taste of alcohol caress her tongue and ran down her throat. She was honestly feeling a bit light headed but not really that drunk.

“This should be enough for tonight, don’t you think?” Erwin asked.

“Oh, yes, sure” (Y/N) simply replied.

Erwin took their glasses and put them away. After that, he came back to his seat beside (Y/N) and they just sat there in silence. Both knew what they’re supposed to do yet no one’s doing anything.

For the first time in Erwin’s life, he is unsure of what to do. He know what he has to but deep inside him, he doesn’t really want to do this– Not in this circumstance. He took a deep breath and looked at the woman beside him. (Y/N) must’ve noticed his gaze because not long after he looked at her, she looked back at him. Erwin took that as a cue and held (Y/N)’s chin between his thumb and index finger.

They looked into each other’s lips and eyes then finally, they closed the space between them. The kiss was soft, almost tender. It wasn’t rushed which made (Y/N) thankful for she’s still learning things and this is very new to her, in fact this is her first real kiss– except for hers and Erwin’s shared kiss at the altar.

Not long after, she felt Erwin’s tongue swipe through her lips and she subconsciously opened her mouth. Erwin took that chance to enter (Y/N)’s mouth. He guided her tongue and she followed his ministrations. ‘So this is what kissing is’ (Y/N) thought to herself. She felt Erwin’s hand caress her cheek and touch her waist, he was trying to guide her to go near the bed’s headboard. (Y/N) obliged, trying her best to not break the kiss while moving backwards. They soon reached the pillows and Erwin made her lay down.

Erwin broke the kiss which made (Y/N) release a small involuntary moan. She was blushing so hard and was catching her breath. (Y/N) felt very embarrassed under Erwin’s gaze and so she averted hers. She felt Erwin’s fingers run through her gown and she looked back at him.

“May I?” Erwin quietly asked.

“S-sure,”

||

Erwin removed (Y/N)’s clothes. He slowly traced his fingers through her body and caressed every parts that he could. He watched as she twitched and squirmed under his touch, ‘sensitive’ he thought. He started to remove his own clothes, leaving only his underwear. Just when he thought (Y/N) couldn’t get any red, she blushed harder when he saw Erwin’s body. She’s never seen a man naked before and the anticipation and excitement that it gives her is almost unbearable.

(Y/N) watched as Erwin slide his hand down in between her thighs. Her breathing is hard and she’s covering her face with her hand. She sighed as she felt Erwin’s finger wander near her clothed entrance. He’s teasing her. Erwin wanted to make sure he preps her well so kept the teasing going until (Y/N) is practically grinding into his hand. He slowly removed her lacy underwear and threw them away.

Erwin slowly encircled his finger near (Y/N)’s entrance. He slowly but surely gathered enough of her slick to rub her clit. He sank his finger a little and swiped through (Y/N)’s folds. She released a moan as she felt Erwin’s finger slid through her. Erwin started to rub his finger in circles in her clit, making her whimper. He continued with his ministrations for a bit before he slid his finger down.

Erwin slid one finger in, making (Y/N) gasp and close her legs. He was fast to catch one of her leg though, opening them again. He thrust his finger in and out for a few times before inserting another one. He fingered her with two of his fingers for a while and then he tried to insert yet another one in.

(Y/N) felt Erwin trying to insert a third finger. She felt herself stretch and she released a hurt whimper. She tried to bear with it for a while but she’s getting too hurt and uncomfy so she looked at Erwin with teary eyes.

“I know, but I need to prep you well or it’ll hurt more” Erwin told (Y/N) as if he’d read her mind.

(Y/N) endured the pain which soon turned into pleasure. She felt Erwin’s fingers slid in and out of her repeatedly and curl inside her. It wasn’t long until she felt a weird sensation in her stomach. Her moans became louder and she bit her hand. Erwin noticed that (Y/N)’s about to cum so he traced circles around her clit with his thumb. As (Y/N) reached her high, she moaned a loudly, gripped the sheets and arched her back. She twitched a lot afterwards, having been so sensitive after her first orgasm. (Y/N) felt heavenly and light, it was a feeling that she’s never felt before. Erwin waited for her to come down from her high and while waiting, he started to remove the only garment left on his body.

(Y/N) took a look at Erwin and her eyes widened at what she saw. She- She’s seeing a man’s- And- Ah-

“Don’t worry, I think I’ve prepped you enough. I can’t guarantee that it won’t hurt though”

(Y/N) only nodded as a response.

After (Y/N) calmed down from her previous orgasm, Erwin took his time making himself fully hard. He slowly stroked himself before he placed himself between (Y/N)’s legs. He positioned his cock in line with (Y/N)’s entrance and slowly, he entered. (Y/N) felt hurt due to the stretch even though she’s still so wet.

Both released a sigh of relief as Erwin bottomed out. (Y/N) felt so full but the lack of friction made her a little frustrated. She bucked her hips which Erwin took as a cue to move. He slowly started to pull out, then he’ll enter again with the same pace.

Not long after, Erwin has started to pick up a fast pace. (Y/N)’s cunt squeezed Erwin’s cock so tightly which made the man almost lose his rational thinking. (Y/N)’s still so tight, something Erwin hasn’t felt before. He only ever realized he’s never had sex with a virgin. It’s only her. While Erwin’s body is busy, his mind wanders to think of a certain someone, that woman.

Erwin’s fast pace made (Y/N) feel that same sensation in her stomach as before, she’s close. She doesn’t have anything in her mind except from chasing that high. She quietly whispered Erwin’s name.

Erwin snaked his hands between their bodies, trying to locate (Y/N)’s clit. He started to rub tight circles on her before she finally came. (Y/N) tightly gripped Erwin’s arm causing for him to groan.

Erwin’s orgasm didn’t take long after (Y/N). After a few more hard thrusts, he finally came. His arms trembled and he let himself fall beside (Y/N).

As both tried to catch their breaths, silence enveloped their room. This will be the start…

[thompsborn]

Hi! How are you?

First, thank you for create tbaf and hb, I really love the au's you create and how you tell stories, idk you are amazing. I just needed to tell you :D

Now, I'm sorry if this ruins the 'no spoilers' but can you say if there is a happy ending for homeward bound series or is there not one planned yet?

Have a nice day, thanks!

hello!! i’m pretty good, actually! i hope you’re doing good, as well!!

no one has to thank me for tbaf and hb, these two projects have been very fun to write and have helped me a lot in terms of developing my writing styles and exploring different approaches to writing in general, and i genuinely LOVE writing them (even if i sometimes go a Very Long Time between updating them lmao) so please no need to thank me!! thank YOU for reading them !! ❤️❤️❤️

honestly i’m not against giving spoilers, i’m more just worried about posting them and anyone who may have wanted to avoid them getting upset? it happened a few times back when i wrote reddie fics (the reason i stopped writing for the it fandom is because i would get a lot of messages and asks that were in general not nice and very demanding about what i write and how often i post and it just took all the fun out of it) so i’m just like… overly cautious probably lmao

but!! if anyone WANTS vague spoilers, there are some that i don’t want to share at all because i’m very excited to see peoples reactions to them (there are things i haven’t even told oddy, who i have messaged A Lot about hb and have told the most about my plans for it) but i’m down for some spoilers/hints !!

here’s my compromise i guess for anyone who WANTS to see these hints and mild/vague spoilers and stuff: i’m down to post them, but i’m gonna put them under a read more tab and maybe i’ll start a hb spoiler tag?

homeward bound fic is my tag for the series (i also follow the tag in case anyone else ever wants to post about it pfkfkf) but i’ll tag this homeward bound fic spoilers and any posts in the future that drops hints and shit will be tagged the same !!

anyway, your question: will hb have a happy ending? look under the cut if you’d like to see my answer!!

okay, so here’s some transparency about the series: i don’t have the whole thing planned out.

i have a lot of ideas and i have certain things decided and vague ideas about the other parts, but past the last three chapters of the first fic, i don’t have like proper outlines or anything just yet. i didn’t even have a plan for the first fic when i posted the first like two or three chapters—i was coming up with it as i wrote it and it wasn’t until i was a couple chapters in that i started planning ahead because it was at that point that i realized how massive i wanted the fic to be and it was around that time that i started thinking about making it a series instead of a stand alone fic.

i’m still trying to decide who the antagonists of the second fic are gonna be (i know one, but i’m debating adding more and am ironing out subplots and such)

basically: i don’t know how the series is going to end yet. i’m planning on having the four main fics that will basically be the main story, and then having additional one shots/short fics that kind of fill in gaps and provide moments after college, as the four fics are supposed to encompass one of their school years. this might change, i might make it three fics or add a fifth one or something, but as of now that’s my plan.

while i don’t have the actual ending figured out, i can say with certainty that i want it to be a good ending. maybe not necessarily a super happy one, but it’s not going to end in tragedy. harley and peter are going to have a future together. the spidey squad is going to remain a found family and support system for each other. (also the spidey squad is going to consist of more than the core four we currently have, but i’m not going to spoil that part. it’ll start to be clear who else will be in it group as the series continues. matter of fact, the last chap of the first fic starts that process!)

the one shots that i plan to write based after the end of the main fics will have a lot of snapshots of moments as they all grow up — ups and downs, highs and lows, relationships taking next steps and having fights and making up and everything in between.

this answer is kind of long and rambly, sorry, let me try to summarize my answer in a few sentences:

while the ending of homeward bound has not been officially decided, it is not going to be a bad ending. it’s not going to end in sadness or tragedy. that being said, it might not be a super upbeat ending either, because life will always have its struggles, but the ending will be hopeful and happy in whatever way is most fitting of the series once it ends.

hopefully that answers your question well enough? idk i don’t wanna make it sound like it doesn’t have a happy ending at all, because i definitely want the best for these characters and their futures, but homeward bound has, at its core, been the embodiment of being a realist—not an optimist, not a pessimist, but a realist. the reason i started writing the first fic was because in the emotional turmoil following nwh, i wanted to try and take a realistic approach towards what peter’s story could be following the spell and may’s death and the loss of everything that his life used to be. and also wanted to explore how harry and gwen could be introduced and how harley could be brought into the loop. and of course as a parkner shipper how to make it into parkner as well lol.

life is hard. these characters have been through a lot (and will go through a lot more as the series progresses) but they are strong and they are full of love for each other and that will get them through it.

thank you for the ask!!! genuinely i LOVE answering questions about my fics and having a chance to ramble about them so please feel free to send more!!

[dawning-day]

RONAN LYNCH IN A TIME LOOP SAY MORE AT ONCE (but only if you want to no pressure the all caps is just my enthusiasm and also my brain being broken by those tags and that concept)

apologies in advance for what this turned into <3

so for context of me personally i absolutely adore a timeloop au in any context in general like there is something so funky so fresh about the whole idea of a guy getting worn down by time while everyone around him is experiencing something for the first time?? to be so jaded but still have to wait for the other people to go through surprise/shock at something that's already gotten old for the guy who's seen it more times than they can count????

so that's already delicious but Most Specifically i am a fan of the version of the time loop that is "a guy who has to go back and re-do the worst thing that ever happened over and over until they fix it" both from the perspective of (a) the lingering doubt of no matter what they change does it ever actually make a difference? is there anything that could be done that would Matter enough or is fate always going to lead them to the same place and we are doomed to repeat our mistakes ect ect but also (b) the thing about the worst thing that ever happened to a guy is that uhhh it sucks? like having to relive any period of time repeatedly is already concerning but when it's a moment that fundamentally defined the subsequent period of life ? to have so much urgency but still be repeatedly brought back to square one !!! and to have to see that worst thing over and over and knowing they failed !!!!!!!!!!!! terrible !!!!!

and if that wasn't already a bucket of laughs the most very absolute worst part is always when the person has to waste so much of their very limited time the loop resets and then they're all alone again??? to not have one person in the entire world who understands what they're going through and to have any progress they've made immediately get undone, but to do it all again anyways because fuck what other choice is there ??

all of this to say. ronan lynch. bc i'm not sure if you noticed by now but these freaks are literally all ride or die for each other from MINUTE ONE like ronan walked up and said hey i pulled this bird out of my dreams and no one blinked? like mild spoiler the third book and holy fuck especially the fourth one really lean into the?? fantasy side of things?? kind of?? (it will make sense in retrospect i promise) but never not one single page are any of these books about them not believing each other. there is an inherent irrevocable acceptance that when one of them has A Problem it is Their Problem and that's part of the reason they are soooo <333333

but yeah you'd damn better believe if ronan sat down and told those freaks this was his 18th wednesday in a row they would believe him without question or cause there would be none of that wasting time on that stupid trope of "ronan knowing everything the other person's about to say and that's why they believe him" nonsense. they are his family and they are fundamentally there for one another when it matters. when it doesn't matter. everything in between.

so ronan's time loop is just immediately about the finding solutions part??? about gansey sneaking Meaningful Glances at adam across the table because they both know ronan's more unhinged about this than he's letting on. maybe blue convinces them to go to fox way to ask maura and calla and persephone to read his future and the first time blue has ever seen those women look Genuinely Scared is when they have to tell him point blank that they don't see one. not that it's blurry or that the signs are unclear but that ronan lynch fundamentally does not have anything other than the Now.

ronan lynch the dreamer the dreamed afraid to go to sleep not because of what he can do when he dreams but because this time being awake is the scary part??? because he doesn't know where or when he'll be when he wakes up???? to have something so. core to who he is. be so fractured. and his family not really being able to help but being so willing to try anyway????

anyways sorry i didn't realize i had so many thoughts about this hi tldr i wanna humble that maniac sooooo bad

[juanabaloo]

hi! this is so random but I just found hightown and saw you in the tags I was wondering if you recommend it? I wanna watch something with a lesbian couple but it's hard to find shows (I tried station 19 but got bored easily besides the appears couple is on season 3). anyway would u say it's a good written show and good rep? like is it worth it? thanksss

hello hi! i highly recommend Hightown if you are a Monica Raymund fan, she plays Jackie - the supposed main character. (Monica was on the first 6 seasons of Chicago Fire if you happen to be into firefighter shows.) i have randomly seen a few eps of both Chicago Fire and Station 19 (Maya x Carina is the couple you were watching for i think?) and they were just alright.

it's hard to know if you would like Jackie / Hightown without knowing what else you also like. (related, my top 5 sapphic movie recs)

(also disclaimer while i am flattered i'm not a lesbian, i'm bi so def not an expert on lesbian rep)

OK so i'll try to pitch this without too many spoilers.

Pros for watching Hightown

it's short! 3 seasons is only 25 episodes total

Monica Raymund!! she's truly amazing and gorgeous

if you watch BTVS and like Faith Lehane, Jackie to me is like an older but still very fuct up Faith

rated TV-MA in the USA (versus TV-14 for Station 19 and Chicago Fire)

sex and nudity is rated severe in the IMDB parent's guide (versus mild for the other 2 shows)

Jackie has sex and enjoys it, with different women

Jackie is clearly a lesbian and shows no interest in men

there are other women on the show you may find attractive (Renee played by Riley Voelkel, along with fewer appearances by: Charmaine played by Imani Lewis and Leslie played by Tonya Glanz)

Jackie is in a relationship with one woman at some point in the show

the chemistry between Jackie and the one woman is really good, for both sex scenes and softer moments

MILD SPOILER: the relationship lasts for a while (more than a few episodes)

MILD SPOILER: neither Jackie nor the relationship woman die during the show

Cons for watching Hightown

there are a lot of other sex scenes that don't involve Jackie that are hetero (Ray or Frankie)

Ray takes up too much space in the story IMO (i don't find Ray very attractive, so maybe i am biased. i don't mind the space Frankie takes up, and he IS attractive.)

"lesbian couple" is too strong a term for the relationship Jackie has with the one woman

if you believe ACAB - well this is a cop show. Jackie may be a "fish cop" but she's still a cop. (i believe ACAB and just hold my nose.)

not really a con - totally separate from ACAB Jackie is not a good role model. so she might not be good rep.

the one woman has some struggles with understanding her own sexuality (related the show pretends no one is bi)

not really a con - drugs (specifically hard drug use) is rated severe in the IMDB parent's guide

not really a con - Jackie is a real mess, and her struggle with sobriety is a major theme of the show

not really a con - Jackie has a rough relationship with her Dad

there's a lot of angst and drama in this show. if you want a solid lesbian couple / sapphic couple to watch, i don't recommend this show. but if you want to watch Jackie having sex and also root for her and this one woman, you can. if that is your plan then you can basically only watch S1 and S2 and skip all of S3 except for 3x07 the finale. So that would be only 19 episodes.

i can say more but trying not to spoil things. ask if you have more questions!

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#5

Not-really spoilers for Obi-Wan Kenobi ahead!

I love tiny Leia. She is as full of chaos and sass as grown Leia is. Well done, creators of Obi-Wan, well done. I think Carrie Fisher would be happy with this representation.

5 notes - Posted May 28, 2022

#4

I kinda doubt it, but I have an idea if anyone wants a random writing prompt. I call it the "leftover valentine's candy challenge". I still have a box of smarties conversation heart things, so I could give you a prompt of a random candy or two drawn from the box.

So if you want to participate (which I doubt anyone will), let me know and I'll send you a picture of however many random candy quotes as you want. Obviously, you'd have to tag me in your finished story.

(I suspect this would be excellent for writing fluff.)

6 notes - Posted February 18, 2022

#3

What am I doing with my Saturday night? With a migraine and having had quite a bit of my energy taken up in helping my mom with her class reunion, I'll be catching up on Bridgerton.

(Yes, I am only tonight beginning season 2.)

Plus, because I do love period dramas, I will be going to see the new Downton Abbey movie in the morning.

6 notes - Posted May 22, 2022

#2

Anyone else watch Moon Knight and find themselves just enamored by Oscar Issac with an accent? Like, I knew I was attracted to him as Poe Dameron, but add a fucking accent and I'm head over fucking heels over here.

The show itself is cool, but I'll admit, this was one of the two reasons I even tried the show. (The other one being "it's marvel".)

13 notes - Posted April 5, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Three Drinks, Two Texts, and a Phone Number

Here we go! My first new fic since December! This is for @make-me-imagine 's 5th Anniversary Challenge

Pairing: Malcolm Bright x gn!reader (I reread it to double check, but if you spot any runaway pronouns please let me know)

Prompt: “Meet up for a blind date and getting along very well, only to realize halfway through you met up with the wrong person on accident.”

Length: just over 1200 words

Warnings: the reader does do a bit of drinking in this, and maybe mild language warning?

A/N: This is my first time writing in this fandom! I've wanted to write for this for awhile, but haven't gotten around to it. I also messed up with the prompt a bit, so that probably disqualifies me. But I wrote it anyway!

Three Drinks, Two Texts, and a Phone Number

You’d just gotten off work when your best friend called with an usual question.

“You’re single, right? Please tell me you are.”

“Ummm, yeah?” They’d been by your side after your most recent, and rather painful, breakup, so they had to have known this.

“And you still owe me for getting you an advance copy of that book?” You couldn’t lie, having a friend with a job at a bookstore had its perks.

“You’ve held that over my head since you did. Let me guess, you finally figured out how you want to cash in that favor?”

God, you hope it’s not something bad. Or illegal.

“You’re going on a date tomorrow night. Consider it a gift.”

“What?” You’re a little taken aback. “No.”

“You owe me. I’m not saying you have to marry the man, just go out with him. One date won’t kill you. Look at it this way, you’re getting a free meal out of this too.”

“If I do go, which is a big if, can I ask who I’m going on this date with?” You question, still a little hesitant.

“That would ruin the surprise, it’s called a blind date for a reason. And you are going, even if it means I have to drag you to the restaurant myself.” You knew she was being sarcastic, but something also told you that there was a bit of truth in that.

Eh, what the hell. Why not.

As you straighten your shirt, you can’t help but wonder if you’re overdressed for this.

“That’s nonsense. You’re still used to the work-from-home sweatpants. This is absolutely perfect for a date at a fancy restaurant.” Your best friend continued to babble over the video call, but nothing really stuck. You were busy being stuck in your own head.

*ding*

The sound of your phone jolted you back into reality.

“Okay. I sent you the address of the restaurant. Remember, 6 PM. No later.”

—-------

You arrive at the restaurant a little early, choosing to wait in the lobby than take up a table before whoever your date was showed up.

But that was exactly the problem. He never seemed to show up. You waited until 7 before giving up and asking the hostess if there were any seats available at the bar. Sitting down, you checked your phone in case your friend texted you that something happened to your date.

No text. You managed to get stood up by a blind date. 

“Date gone bad?” The man to your left asked.

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Silent Treatment

from Textbook Love drabble series

pairing: bully!Jungkook x nerdy!fem!Reader

genre: drabble, smut, college au

synopsis: Why did you reject him? He’s consumed by his thoughts and theories of your behavior because you didn’t say a single word to him. If your actions were anything to go by, which apparently speak louder than words, you didn’t even want him to touch you.

warnings: slight angst, drugs, arguing, dubcon, cunnilingus, mild degredation

word count: 4.2k

tags: @mwitsmejk @1-in-abillion @kooookie

a/n: the request (contains some spoilers). i'm gonna take a very short break from this couple to write other requests!! hope u enjoy 💗

The shift in the Spring weather is unpredictable. One moment it’s chilly, and the other sunny. Humans can only adapt so much, and it causes an outbreak of common colds. Most people recover easily, handy medicine soothing their sore throats, syrups suppressing coughs, and nose sprays ridding the blockage. You, on the other hand, are not that lucky. With a weak immune system, you’re very careful to not get sick, but there must have been a slip-up because you’ve somehow lost your voice after catching a cold.

You sniffle and cough, but you can’t speak. It’s advised to not exert your vocal cords in cases like these, and that is just so unfortunate for you. The last thing you’d ever want to do is spread your sickness to Jungkook, and that meant not getting too close to him; it meant no kissing. 

A very large white placard is spread out in front of you on the wooden table, and you’re plastering printed images of a specific global issue on it. You’re sitting on a bench with two of your friends as they chatter mindlessly while you work. Jungkook has a project about climate change due in a few days, and it’s supposed to be very important for his final grade. You’ve already written him a script for his presentation along with a stick prop to point at specific pictures. It’s fun, glittery and he’s going to love it. 

“Hey,” Minnie, your friend, calls for you, “we’re going to get some coffee from Starbucks. Want us to get you green tea?”

Soyeon laughs when your eyes light up; it’s your favorite beverage, and it’s supposed to help with your sore throat. They leave with a smile after you give them a hyper nod and you’re alone as you adjust your woolen scarf around your neck. You need to heal as fast as you can so you’re no longer missing your beloved’s affection.

Jungkook has been feeling more inclined to approach you without reason lately, but that doesn’t mean it’s a common occurrence. Getting teased by his friend, specifically Taehyung, about having a sissy crush on a girl like yourself angered him to no end. A hit always got him to shut up, but not for long. He’s walking your way today because there’s no one around to judge him for talking to you. 

You’re tearing a double-sided tape when he sits on your table, carefully avoiding your materials. Your breath hitches as his eyes gloss over your work in progress. “Working hard, I see,” he comments with disinterest. He doesn’t say anything about your efforts, but he’s impressed. The corner of his lip tugs upwards before he leans in for a kiss. You have enough self-control and concern for his well-being over your desires to lean back before your lips make contact. His face is close to yours as he pauses and slightly frowns before trying again. He receives the same results and finally pulls back. 

“You did well,” he frowns at you and speaks as if you’re a child, “I’m praising you.” Your eyes are darting back and forth awkwardly and you don’t know what to do other than sit in silence. You put your hands on his knees as a resort and his frown deepens as he watches you. “I can take a hint, you know. You don’t have to fucking ignore me.” He roughly shoves your hands and stands up before storming off with a scoff. You’re torn between following him and being responsible over your belongings. You can’t let his grades go to waste because of a small misunderstanding, so you decide to text him instead. There’s always a possibility someone might steal his project. Or maybe after he’s cooled off? You delay the message, but somewhere in your heart, you’re satisfied by his reaction because it’s clear that he wanted to kiss you.

Heavy footsteps clomp against the sidewalk before Jungkook slumps on the seat next to Taehyung. It’s an isolated area for smoking students at the back of the campus, and his friend group is no exception to this role. They’re taking drags of cigarettes individually as Jungkook glares at his boots. They’re chunky and a bold black, and his dark outfit paints him as the big bad wolf. It fits, because he’s ready to attack when he’s filled with so much resentment. Why did you reject him? He’s consumed by his thoughts and theories of your behavior because you didn’t say a single word to him. If your actions were anything to go by, which apparently speak louder than words, you didn’t even want him to touch you. It doesn’t make sense, but you also grimaced at him, but then why were you doing his homework? He’s feeling frustrated, and upset all the same.

“Someone’s troubled,” Seokjin points out with a mouthful of smoke. “Kookie?”

Said boy only grunts in response.

“Did the lousy girl finally see you for who you really are and leave you?” Taehyung doesn’t hesitate to mock him with a pout. “Tragic.”

“Shut the fuck up, Tae,” Jungkook spits and sends him a death glare, fire flaming in his fierce eyes. “Go actually talk to a girl or something, and leave me alone. I can’t take your shit right now.”

The low blow doesn’t affect Taehyung in the slightest as he holds up his hands in defence with comically wide eyes. “Relax, tiger.”

“Moving on from Tae’s inability to talk to girls in broad daylight, what’s up with you Kook?” Namjoon butts in, earning a fake cough from the receiving end of the insult.

He pauses for a moment before babbling, “I hate those bitches. My mother for one, couldn’t stand wearing clothes whenever she saw a dude. Moving on from guy to guy, unless they’re a fucking asshole. What do they want? Why are they never fucking satisfied?!”

A moment of silence passes among the huddled friends before Yoongi breaks it with a joke, “Who’s the lucky girl?” It doesn’t land as Jungkook deeply sighs in response. “Did she cheat on you?” he tries again.

“No,” he murmurs.

“Then…?”

“She… I don’t fucking know, she gave me the silent treatment. She leaned away from me too,” he shakes his head with a quiet groan, “it just doesn’t add up. I got mad and left.”

“No way that could’ve ended up badly,” Taehyung chuckles but purses his lips when he’s sent another dirty look.  “How long was the interaction anyway?” 

“Like 30 seconds.”

“Are you coming out tonight?” Yoongi asks and puts out the burning tip of his stick. “Could help you feel better.”

“And we’ve got molly,” Namjoon adds.

“Yeah, fine, whatever.”

Alcohol’s effect on a person differs in moods, and Jungkook is usually a horny drunk. Being a sad drunk is a first for him tonight, but he’s just so confused. It made his heart drop when you outwardly refused his advances and anxiety blossomed in his chest, which he has no idea how to deal with. It kicked in fight or flight instincts, and he just… hated the idea of you not loving him, even if it’s momentary. He can’t bear staying in a situation that makes him feel so insecure, and that feeling is supposed to be left in his childhood. You just about brought out the worst in him without doing anything. 

You didn’t do anything.

It’s 10PM and he’s waiting on your usual good night text that he never responds to. It’s so pathetic, and he hates himself for being so used to your affection that it worries him when he’s deprived of it. He’s never doubted your love for him, but his insecurities are churning his gut. It’s an overflow of all of his pent-up emotions, and he can’t handle it.

“Here,” Taehyung pops in out of nowhere, clutching a pill in his hand. There’s a bottle of water in the other as he holds them out for Jungkook to take. “Stop moping and get laid.”

“I’d say the same to you, but you’d probably start crying during sex,” he mumbles and uncaps the bottle before throwing in the pill and washing it down with the water. “Thanks.”

“See that girl over there?” he ignores him and steps behind his miserable friend to point at the owner of the sultry gaze directed at Jungkook from the bar. “She wants to fuck you. Or maybe me, but I’m passing her onto you.”

“How kind of you,” he sarcastically replies.

“Uh-uh, so you’re gonna be in ecstasy in about 10 minutes. Don’t fuck this up.” He slaps his shoulder before disappearing into the kitchen. It’s a lonesome party because not a lot of people are allowed in when drugs are involved. Causing a ruckus, receiving a noise complaint and then getting arrested is out of the question. 

He isn’t interested in sex with a stranger - not today at least -, but he hopes for it to change as he waits to approach her. Maybe drugs will rile him up enough to have fun with someone else and rid his mind of you. It’s an annoying itch on his brain, so he rests his head against the couch to comfort himself with the soft fabric. He’s sleepy from the beer he drank earlier, and he doesn’t know how time goes by so fast when he closes his eyes.

A few minutes must have passed, because he’s starting to feel dizzy in his seat. A smile carves on his face as his mind grows slightly fogged, and he opens his eyes to find the girl quietly chatting with a friend. When she glances at him, he beckons her to come over. She mouths a “be right back” to her friend before strutting in his direction.

“Hey,” she smiles down at him before sitting on the couch. She’s aristocratic, chic and pretty. “Sorry if I weirded you out earlier.” Her voice is sweet like honey, and her words flow out of her tongue so naturally. A dream girl, really, and Jungkook is starting to get horny.

“I don’t mind,” he reassures with a subtle seductive tone, “what’s a girl like you doing with this crowd? You look too innocent.” He wraps a finger around a strand of her hair and twirls it. It feels strange.

“My friend sent me here, told me to watch over someone,” she lowly speaks. “I’m Soyeon.”

“Nice to meet you, Soyeon,” he breathes before crashing her lips with his. His hand reaches down to grip her thigh, tongue poking out to swipe the sticky gloss. It’s flavored, and it tastes of strawberry. When she kisses him back so slowly, innocently, it turns him on so much. His pants feel tight around his crotch as he runs another hand through her soft hair. Compared to him, she’s passionate whereas he’s sloppy. He’s starting to get dizzier, and it feels so fucking good, but he hates it.

There is not a single reason for him to not enjoy this, not when his mood is lifting so high. The hand on her thigh lands on her cleavage instead and she’s so submissive and shy, but something’s off. He groans into her mouth before biting her lip, ripping a whine out of her. Why does she sound so sexy and annoying?  

He pulls away from her before sighing in irritation. “Fuck, I can’t do this.” 

“Did I do something wrong?” she asks worriedly.

“No, just, fuck.” He starts laughing before rubbing his palms on his eyes, “I really want to fuck, but I just can’t.”

“We can just chat,” she softly suggests. “What’s your name?”

“Jungkook.”

He removes his hands from his face when she goes silent. Her eyes are wide and she’s gaping at him… guiltily? “Crap,” she hisses quietly, “I was supposed to make sure you were okay. My roommate is like, super in love with you and asked me to come here.”

He says your name in a question, wondering if it’s you. When she nods, he asks for your dorm instantly.

“She’s in room 124… Why?”

When he stands up, there’s a sway in his posture but he recovers quickly. There’s an involuntary grin on his face as he thanks her ignorantly. He’s out of the villa in a rush, and he has the overwhelming urge to just run. The campus is a bit far away from the house, but he doesn’t care as his footfalls echo in the dark streets. He has so much energy to waste, and with his current stamina, he’s confident he’ll find you before dawn. It’s stupid but it’s fun, and he doesn’t care for catching his breath as the corner stores pass by him in a blur. 

Throughout the two hours of his reckless jog, where he mixed up directions multiple times, his mind is starting to clear up little by little. He’s happy because of what Soyeon told him, and he feels relieved upon seeing the familiar college building. He’s not allowed in dorms at this time, but he’s done this too many times to get caught. Except he was drunk in those instances, and being on MDMA was different. Sneaking past security was tough because he couldn’t bring himself to tiptoe without making so much noise. When they glanced at him, he thought it to be the only choice to just run past them. He’s in the elevator by the time they catch on, and the numbers look wonky in his eyes but he presses the button for the right floor. 

He’s shifting his weight repeatedly in an attempt to contain his excitement; he wants to see you so bad. The moment he hears the ding of the elevator, he’s running past the halls and stops upon seeing 124. He has to squint, but he knows this is your dorm. 

You wake up with a silent gasp when there’s a pound on the door. You clutch your sheets in fear until someone starts to sing your name. “Jungkook?” you mouth to yourself. You stand up and look through the peephole and there’s a man on the other side who’s bouncing on his feet impatiently.

“Open up,” he sings loudly. You’re worried when you swing the door open and yank him inside so he doesn’t wake up any other students. You try to talk but only a wheeze comes out, so you switch on the light to see him instead. The brightness hurts your eyes as you close them for a few seconds. “Well, well, well, look who we have here…”

He starts to circle around you slowly and stumbles behind you. “Sending people to spy on me after rejecting me like that.” His words are slightly slurred and you turn around to face him with a pout. You point at your throat to give him a hint, but his eyes don’t waver from your pleading ones. “What are your intentions, huh?” he weakly pushes you, “Sending me mixed signals. Who- who do you think you are?”

You hold his hands and place them on your neck, trying to communicate with him by mouthing, “I’m sick,” but he only chuckles. He seems sickeningly joyous, but he’s not over his anger. “Still not going to talk to me? What did I even do?”

You deeply inhale from your nose because he’s not paying attention to you. You’re frustrated with yourself until he yells, “WHY WON’T YOU TALK TO ME?” The surge of serotonin, his state of euphoria is crashing down on him the more you ignore him. He had believed the drug would only make him happy, but it intensified his sadness and anxiety just as much when he saw you. It helped him forget you in a social circle, but you confused him so much after he was reassured for so long - coupled with your silence, he’s raging.

“Why are you ignoring me?! What did I do that was so bad that you can’t bear talking to me anymore? You told me you loved me, please,” he chokes and tries to swallow the lump in his throat. “I-I’ll make it up to you, I’m so sad right now. Just say something…”

You’re watching him in shock and a hint of fear from his fluctuating mood. You want to cry at how pitiful he looks, but instead you aim to grab a piece of paper from your bedside table. He misreads your actions and pushes you against the wall. “Stop this. Stop!” He has your arms pinned and he’s trying so hard to intimidate you so you give in. A dry sob leaves you because he's going mad, but then he has a sudden epiphany. “Maybe you’ll love me again if I fuck you hard enough and engrave it in your brain that you’re mine. Yes, yes!”

He starts unbuckling his belt and you immediately try to stop him; he’ll get sick! He shoves you again and pulls down his jeans before mashing his mouth against yours. All of your efforts have gone to waste when his tongue forces its way down your throat. There’s no point to denying him now, so you hesitantly kiss him back. You’re so guilty, and he’s so careless as he roughly pushes his hand down your white cotton shorts. You’re wearing a navy blue sweater to match so you don’t get cold in the night, but the shorts are meant to prevent a fever. What’s the point now, then? He hasn’t even read your texts that you only remembered to send before sleeping. He missed a whole paragraph of your explanation and confronted you so angrily.

“I’m going to fuck you all night,” he growls against your lips, “then you’ll remember how much you love me.” Your moans are quiet and hitched as he presses down on your clit through your panties. His other hand is on his cock as he strokes it eagerly, ready to get inside you. “I missed you so fucking much in one day,” he whispers in a croak. Hearing it makes you feel even warmer inside as you nudge his hand to urge him to enter you. “You missed me too, huh?” he takes notice of your neediness. “Shouldn’t have fucking brought it upon yourself then.”

He removes his hand from your shorts and taps your thighs before demanding, “Jump.” You bite your lip in consideration until he taps them harder and you quickly wrap your legs around his waist. Your shorts are relatively short, resembling loose boxers, so when your back is pressed against the wall he only pushes them and your underwear to the side before thrusting into you. A scream gets caught in your throat, and you forget all about your aches as he roughly fucks into you without caring for protection or lube. It stings only slightly, but the pleasure in feeling so full of him outweighs the pain.

Jungkook is moaning and groaning as he bruises your thighs in his hold. Your panting is all he can catch, and though the feeling of you is an amplified sensation because of the drug coursing in his system, he wants to hear you chant his name as well. “Still quiet?” he tuts and carries you to your narrow bed and you cling onto his shoulder while trying to catch your breath after the sudden attack. “Your cunt is throbbing though,” he says as he pulls out of you and drops you on the bed. He manhandles you by flipping you on your stomach and holds up your ass. He finally takes off your bottom clothing, but he’s slightly dizzy as he yanks them off your ankles. He spreads your thighs apart and you’re on your knees with your head against the mattress. “I wonder why that is,” he says before slapping your pussy, making you whimper quietly. “So wet, yet you don’t even make a sound. Some whore you are.” You purse your lips and muster a whine, but it’s interrupted when he pistons his cock inside you without warning. Your sounds are hoarse as he pounds into you from the back, hands kneading your ass to the shape of his hands. He gives it a spank as he moans loudly; the new position makes it feel so much more intense, and Jungkook loves it. His ears finally get to hear your pathetic mewls as he thrusts so deeply inside you that your vision blurs with tears and your eyes roll to the back of your skull. You feel like a doll that can’t speak or move, and he’s evidently enjoying it going by his rushed pace. You’re challenging him with your silence, and he loves proving himself.

All of a sudden however, he stops moving. You look behind you with a pout and he quirks a brow at you. You grit your teeth because you know he's waiting for you to tell him to continue, or rather daring you to do something. A sudden surge of confidence overcomes you and you gently slam your hips against his, fucking yourself on his cock with your eyes screwed shut.

“Yes, baby,” he strains, “show me that you're still my good girl.” At his encouragement, you meet his thrusts faster and you're seeing stars at how amazing it feels. You want to be his good girl so bad, and you arch your back to savour the pleasure. “Your pussy is mine, all mine,” he affirms to himself and stills your hips to turn you around without removing his length. His fingers are digging into your flesh and your tits bounce under the fabric as he rams into you restlessly. Your mouth is open in a silent scream and he can barely make out your pupils, the whites of your eyes stirring his climax at how attractive you look under the poor lighting. “I love you so fucking much,” he cries, “say it back, baby.”

You try to, but you can only dryly cough. “You fucking bitch,” he hisses at your defiance and pulls out of you to pump his length. He’s close to his release, and he pushes up your sweater to see your hard nipples that make him salivate. He crawls to slide his cock between the valley of your breasts and it hurts when he harshly pushes them together. “Stick out your tongue,” he commands in a whisper, and you do so while panting like a dog. Every time he thrusts upwards, the tip of his head grazes your tongue and leaves a bitter taste in your mouth. He’s massaging your tits as he stutters between whines, and eventually his load spurts out to land on your chest and cheek with a particularly loud groan. His cum surges down his shaft as he rides out his high with the last slow thrusts. 

“Oh fuck,” he sighs airily and collapses next to you in the tiny space available. You clumsily turn on your side to give him more room and he pecks your swollen lips. He zips his pants back up and you’re still naked from the waist down. You’re staring at each other adoringly in the romantic, fragile atmosphere; another first.

“I love you,” you croak finally. It’s quieter than a whisper, and it makes you cringe at how hideous you sound; it’s painful as well.

His face lights up once he registers your words before noticing the tone. “What happened to your voice?”

“Sick.” You can’t bring yourself to say anything more as you snuggle into his side and he instinctively wraps an arm around your shoulders.

“Shit,” he murmurs, “why didn’t you tell me that sooner, idiot?”

You slap a hand on his front pocket where his phone is, and he hastily takes it out to see a bunch of notifications from you. “You sent it at night, you’re still the idiot.” You giggle and roll your eyes. “A promise is a promise, though,” he purrs before cupping your bare heat. “I did say I would fuck you all night.” You widen your eyes when his head lowers down to face your sopping wet cunt, and he slowly licks up a stripe over your soaked folds, making you shudder and grip his hair. He’s leaving kitty licks all over your sensitivity, the tip of his tongue lightly brushing against your clit every now and then. Your hips lift involuntarily, and he finally takes your clit in his mouth and sucks on it loudly. He slurps your arousal before spitting it back on your hood, and you can only squeak in response. Your hazed mind only tells you that you want more, and he doesn’t fail to provide.

Two fingers enter your clenching hole, and he’s scissoring your walls as he messily eats you out. The pleasure from earlier returns all too soon and you know you won’t be able to last long. His lids are hooded when you glance down at him and the way he’s looking at you makes it even harder to resist your orgasm. The knot in your stomach picks back up right before unraveling and your moan is raspy as you start twitching under his relentless mouth. He grows gentle and leaves kisses all over your vulva until your body falls limp on the sheets.

After another round of penetrative sex, the two of you fall asleep from exhaustion in your bed. It’s a first for the both of you, and Jungkook decides in his drunken mind that tonight won’t be the last. It feels so intimate when he cuddles you, and you won’t ever forget his love confession.

The next morning is not so pleasant however, as Jungkook wakes up with a loud sneeze and in his now nasal voice says, “God fucking damn it.”

[purplesugarygirl]

Still into You by stablebiscuit20

Hey everyone! First of all, thanks for your support on my first post-review-recommendation fics :) It means a lot. So, here's the second one!

If I'm being honest with you, this Spotify playlist made me choose, so let us begin.

I'll give you a bit of context.

The fic name is "Still into You" by stablebiscuit20 on AO3.

Oh, and yeah, it's bakudeku bitches. From Boku No Hero Academia (or My Hero Academia, that one works too)

By the way, I'll try to not put many spoilers into this, but beware, mild spoilers of, I don't know, the fic and probably from both the anime and the manga.

Another warning: this fic is rated Mature, and yeah, I'm not you mother or whatever but don't go reading stuff you're not supposed to.

Rating: Mature Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku; Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku Tags: Fluff; Pining; Eventual Romance; Eventual Smut; Eventual Relationships; Eventual Sex; Fluff and Smut; Fluff and Humor; Bakugou Katsuki is Bad at Feelings; Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot; Top Bakugou Katsuki; Power Bottom Midoriya Izuku; Pro Hero Midoriya Izuku; Pro Hero Bakugou Katsuki; Characters Are Pro Heroes (My Hero Academia); Aged-Up Character(s); So they're more mature Stats: Published: 2020-03-18 Completed: 2020-03-23 Words: 20743 Chapters: 10/10 Summary: "Midoriya and Bakugou haven’t seen each other since they left UA and graduated, both going their separate ways and becoming pro heroes. One night, Bakugou hears his neighbor singing loudly in the shower at 1 AM and goes over and pounds on the door. Golden God Midoriya opens the door. The rest, my dear, is history."

Yeah, I know exactly what you're thinking. 'Why is this 22-year-old-idiot recommending a fic that sounds like your typical cliché?'

Well, it is not.

Let's come back to the title of the fic: Still into You, in case you don't know, this is a Paramore song (and if you didn't know, then you live under a rock or you're really young, 'cause this song is from 2013, like-- holy shit it's 8 years old ._.) anyways, doesn't matter if you're or not a fan (for the record, I am) the thing here is about what the song talks about.

The song itself talks about someone who stills have a crush on a person, of being in love with that someone, even after knowing each other for years. It talks about a romantic relationship, about the process of not only falling in love with someone, but on being with that s/o, and also on how they go together through the process of a relationship itself. Something that my single ass won't know.

Anyways, here's the first part.

Can't count the years on one hand That we've been together I need the other one to hold you Make you feel, make you feel better It's not a walk in the park to love each other But when our fingers interlock Can't deny, can't deny you're worth it ‘Cause after all this time, I'm still into you

If you want me to analized the whole song, verse by verse, I could but it would take us hours, but I think this first part is enough to explain. If we translate this into the bakudeku-verse, then you can see the whole childhood friends to lovers, which is very implicit the whole fic, mostly because they're grown up, already Pro Heroes. So, in a way, Still into You gives you an idea of someone's feelings, it could be Katsuki or Izuku.

Along the fic each chapter is named after a Paramore song, and like the title, the song (if you know about what the song is about) gives you an idea of what is going on.

Chapter 1: Rose-Colored Boy Chapter 2: When It Rains Chapter 3: Caught in the Middle Chapter 4: Hard Times Chapter 5: Where the Lines Overlap Chapter 6: Grudges Chapter 7: Tell Me How Chapter 8: Misery Business Chapter 9: All I Wanted Chapter 10: Let The Flames Begin

In my honest and humble opinion, while in some chapters the song's lyrics explain it completely, in others it's the music that makes the work. Probably I'm wrong and the author (if they read this) will want to behead me😂😂😂😂 but still, the choosing of each song it's what makes this fanfic one of my favorites regarding this couple.

Now, let's talk about the fic itself. As I said at the beginning, Still into You (the song) explains the feelings, either Katsuki or Izuku, during the whole story. It begins with Grumpy Bakugou, the guy can't sleep because his fucking neighbor is singing in the shower at 1 AM. I'm very conflicted here, I know the feeling of that, so like every normal person who wants to sleep after a hard work day, Bakugou wants to beat the crap out of his neighbor and goes to knock his door.

Only to discover that, the guy who has been ghosting (at that point it's mutual ghosting) him for 5 years and that he was masturbating to, was his neighbor. And I mean he was Midoriya Izuku.

Poor Katsuki, and you know what he does? Ogle the broccoli man🥦, yeah, no shame. But in Bakugou's defense, Izuku just came out of the shower, so yeah. Shame on me.

Katsuki was having a mental breakdown in front of Izuku (who wouldn't?), blonde couldn't handle the sexyness so of course he forgot what he was doing there. And yet, Izuku not only had it in him to mention the fact that 'he has a different schedule than Kacchan' BUT HE SAYS "And by the way, you got hot, too."

HOW. DARE. YOU. MIDORIYA. IZUKU.

Broccoli man has some balls. Literally.

Anyways, after that point, everything is Drama. You know, the usual.

And we have some issues to mention:

They try to mend, sort-of, their relationship. But their issues is what stop them.

Bakugou sleeps around, being openly gay, while Midoriya has the "perfect boy" image to the public, and you know homophobic shit, so only his closest friends know that he's bisexual and into Katsuki. And at some point, blonde makes the mistake of sleeping with Candy Man, or you know him as Todoroki Shouto.

They play this very bad version of Cat-and-Mouse, except that neither of them is the Cat and are being coward for not affronting their problems.

So, we know that the fic begins with blonde having a mental breakdown and sort-of-sexual crisis over his old high school crush. By the way, a big portion of the fic is under Katsuki's POV so you kinda know he's feeling like shit after seeing the guy who broke his heart on Graduation Day. At next morning, he found Deku and learn from him that he usually talks with Bakugou's friends (and actually he keeps in contact with all of his old classmates EXCEPT Katsuki) and he feels a rollercoaster of angst, kinda like "my friends have been talking with the guy and never told me" and a bruised ego, and while Kirishima explains that it's just the typical stuff (getting together to have lunch, or saving the day, AS FRIENDS), Katsuki has issues with that. In a way, he's angry (what a surprise) and jealous. And hurt.

That takes us to n°2. That's a crime. Kirishima warns him and yet blonde just goes yeet to fuck Todoroki. I mean, in my eyes for a single moment, blonde boy become an asshole. Yes, I said it. You don't fuck with your best friend's crush, it's a big NO-NO in the book of 'Rules in Friendship for dummies'. But only for that moment, because karma kicks him in the balls and Bakugou finds Midoriya the next morning at the email post in their building. Poor broccoli has red and puffy eyes, and blonde boy has a Todoroki shirt on him with the sticky-whity-thingy in it. It's like the meme 'It was in that moment that he knew he fuck up'. The worst thing is that when Bakugou goes back to his apartment, he sees all of the messages that Izuku sent him (so they could go on a date). That was kinda the top of the cherry.

So after that, they had this Cat-and-Mouse thing going, except both of them are the mouse and none of them wants to talk about the elephant in the room. Until Ground Zero (by the way, I have SO many issues regarding Bakugou's hero name) goes reckless being a Hero, gets injured and Deku saves him and tfswhe day.

The thing I love about the 'bakudeku' theme for fics it's not only the 'childhood-friends-to-bully/victim-to-rivals-to-friends-to-lovers' but also the idea of giving a second chance when they finally fix their issues. If you're reading the manga, then you know about how Bakugou apologized to Midoriya after he saved him from that people who was under the control of some villain, and while we haven't seen them interact much after that (mainly fanfics has been feeding me with that), you can clearly see that for Bakugou, his time in UA, has been the beginning for the redemption path and the eye-opening he need it, to finally realize who was Izuku. It's pretty evident that he's finally fixing his own issues regarding Izuku. In a way, we see that in the fic, but before they had this sentimental talk about feelings and stuff, they beat the shit out of each other. At this point, it's part of their thematic.

They're idiots. We love them. But still idiots.

Then we see the other side of the POV, which is Midoriya Izuku. While we see Bakugou struggling with how to approach Deku to realized he really fuck-up and then mourning the what-we-could-have-been, with Izuku is different, he's not only dealing with a heartbreak on Katsuki's part, but the betrayal on Shouto's part.

I mean, of course he's hurting. Who wouldn't? You heard your best friend fuck with the guy you've been in love for years. If that ever happens to me, been angry wouldn't cover how I feel. Not even heartbroken. But after weeks, he, being the impulsive shit he is, takes his phone and message Todoroki. So basically Broccoli man decides to take the step on the road of healing and fixing this mess. And while, IN MY OPINION, the excuse Todoroki gives him on why he did what he did is completely BULLSHIT, it's what Izuku need it to open his eyes and realized that Katsuki won't be always there with his feelings waiting for Izuku to decide what he wanted.

So Izuku goes to find Katsuki, and discovers that the blonde is long gone, in like, took all of his stuff and decide to disappear from the face of earth, broccoli is hurting again and decided to go home with his mom. Midoriya Inko is the saint we all know. But apparently that's what Izuku need it, go home, affront everything he feels from the beginning. In the end, that's how he finds Katsuki.

Under the beautiful moonlight. I fell in love 5 times, people.

I want to add that after a voting with some people (me because none of my friends read fanfics), we decided to name Kirishima Eijirou as the MVP of this fic. Just read it, and you'll probably agree with me.

I won't tell you how this end, or this won't be a review but a resume of the fic😂😂😂😂😂, but I totally love it. The thing with the music and the story is that while you read it, and you listen the music, everything sorta makes sense.

So 100% recommended ✨✨✨✨✨.

Anyways, if you reached here, thanks for reading me ranting about this.

And if you want, please share, give your love, reblog and recommend your fic (or a fic you read) for me to praise them in very constructive ways. And of course, to give me your critics✨.

Hope you’re safe and healthy🙏✨

I think that’s all, ✨Purple Girl out✨💜💜💜

[softpine]

Hey just wanted to put my two cents into the whole nipple thing, I think if it's tagged as nsfw and tumblr doesn't take it down there's nothing to worry about on that front, but what kind of concerns me is how old the person who's nipple we're seeing is. I know teen dramas have gotten us used to adult actors playing minors being nude making it more digestible for the audience that we're actually seeing characters that are minors nude/engaging in explicit sexual activity and I think there's a lot to be said about it and many sides and opinions, but personally I wouldn't want to see it if it belonged to any of the kids. If possible I hope the same result could be achieved with showing a nude back or something less explicit. Idk maybe I'm thinking too deep into this, but considering this is tumblr and it has a not so good history with p*edophilic content I'm just a little worried. But then again I can't think of a single thing from Frozen Pines that I thought crossed any line, so I also think you'll most likely choose the best thing for this situation and we don't even know the details I could be way off. Sorry for the rambling and I hope I didn't come off as rude I adore your work I just get a bit scared with stuff like this, but again, I could be way off.

oh god no, i should have made it clear: i'll never, ever show any sexual content related to minors, not even in a suggestive way. i absolutely despise the way that the media treats sex related to teens; i do think there are appropriate ways to talk about these subjects and still make it entertaining (it's a common aspect of life, of course, but that doesn't mean it needs to be exploited and made “sexy” for an adult audience), but i'm not in the business of trying. the most you'll ever see is what you've already seen – ie. very mild discussion and the occasional joke, but nothing is ever shown.

anyway i was talking about two fully grown adults!! (spoilers, not really, but i was talking about danny & mikaela fjkjsd)

[unprompted-acapella]

So I've had this idea in my head for a hot minute

Spencer Reid x vigilante! reader where the reader is a super slick killer who easily breaks into prisons and kills the really bad bad guys. All the bad guys know reader by their vigilante name. So it goes like this- the BAU gets an unsub, when the unsub gets caught, they freak out cause they know reader would be coming to kill them while they're in jail. The BAU is like "huh? What do you mean?" Turns out the unsub was very much correct and they ended up dead with no evidence of a break in or anything. Like...it's clean. It was like the unsub just died spontaneously. So the BAU ends up going on this chase to try and figure out who is killing all these inmates but reader knows about it. And maybe even goes as their regular daytime self to see the BAU idk it seems spicy. Reader aims to get close to Spencer and they have that whole hero/villain thing going on. "Dr. Reid, I'm afraid there's no point in trying to catch me." "And why's that?" "There are no handcuffs that can hold me. No cells that can cage me. No prisons that can keep me away. I'm always in control." If reader does get "caught" they are completely unbothered cause they know they'll leave whenever they want. They just like to mess with the BAU for fun.

Idk man. My brain was like "this sounds good" but is it already a thing? If it sounds familiar, please let a girl know cause I want to read it. If it's not and you like the idea for a series or a one shot, tag me! I want to read it

Update! It's this fic by @pastanest !

https://pastanest.tumblr.com/post/613594173918117888/reid-x-vigilantereader

Check it out please!