#(I...shall try and... be positive. It's just hard. I wrote so much. All my things gone.)

[threegoldfish]

Alright. Hey.

So, threegoldfish got terminated (deleted) by Tumblr. Just like that. Kicked me out, I tried to log back in - boom. Gone. I already sent a ticket (two, actually) to tumblr support, unsure if they will bring my blog back. That's why I have made this temporary one.

Needless to say, for now, everything is gone for me. All my unanswered asks. My Headcanon-posts. My replies to asks. My threads. My mutuals. Everything just... gone. And I am still incredibly sad and heartbroken.

I hope I can get things back rolling, somehow, and that people will...find me again. That my mutuals want to follow me again. I am sorry about this, I wished it didn't happen, but I literally did nothing besides replying to threads. It's not like I broke any rules or whatever.

For now, I am here, as said. Unsure what happens when @threegoldfish comes back. Maybe I will move back over there then, or I will archieve it and stay here. Don't know yet. I am filled with sadness, please bear with me.

Thank you. ♥

[zombiebastian]

Beavis and Butthead in Saw

I have decided to repost my B&BH Saw fan fiction here on tumblr, the original is on AO3 my account is MrScissorsFanboy, enjoy the story!

Disclaimers: this fan fiction of course, contains violence and stuff, it is based on Saw after all. Second of all Beavis and Butthead are positioned differently than Lawrence and Adam were in the movie and the bathroom is a bit smaller. Third of all I hadn't watched Saw in a while when I first wrote this so I apologize if I get some details wrong

ENJOY!!

They had found themselves in an odd situation, the last thing Beavis and Butthead remembered before waking up in this cold dark place was watching TV at night, then they noticed a weirdo in a pig mask had been standing in a dark area in the room, next thing they know everything had faded to black.

"Damnit Butthead is this some kinda prank?!" Exclaimed Beavis, pulling the plug from the cold bathtub he had woken up in "Where the hell did you take me?!"

"Shut up bunghole, I didn't take you anywhere!" Butthead yelled back, unlike Beavis he didn't wake up in a bath tub but instead was on the cold hard floor.

Beavis rolled out of the bath, and tried to walk around the pitch black room, only to realise there was something around his foot "Uhhhh, Butthead, whats this round my foot?" He asks.

Suddenly the lights turned on, it turned out they had awoken in a dirty bathroom with one of their foots chained to pipes, Beavis pulled at the chains trying to pull his foot out "What kinda weird prank is this?!"

"Hey Beavis, remember that chick in the pig mask?" Butthead asks, "Oh yeah, I remember her," Butthead explained his theory,

"What if like... She kidnapped us and she's one of those -kinky chicks? Whats that thing called again... Ehh... BTSM?!"

Beavis replied "Whats a BTSM?"

"Ehhh... I think it stands for Bandage To Slut Moms? Its when she like ties you up and like... Rides your weiner?"

Beavis is confused by what Butthead just said "How does someone even ride a weiner?" He asks, Butthead answers

"Hold on, wait my memory is coming back, its when she ties you up and like handcuffs you, and then she takes you to this special theme park where you ride this big roller coaster where the cart looks like a weiner, huhuhuhu,"

-"Maybe we should wait and that kinky chick in the pig mask will come back and take us to the weiner coaster, HOLY CRAP BUTTHEAD LOOK!" Beavis suddenly yells when they somehow just realise that there is a dead person in the middle of the bathroom.

This dead person is covered in blood and holds a gun in one hand and a tape recorder in the other.

"This chicks a murderer!" Exclaimed Beavis "We have to find a way out of here before she comes and kills us too!"

"Shut up Beavis," replied Butthead "He's holding a gun in his hand, I think I know what this means, not only is she into tying up people and putting handcuffs on them, she's also into something called gunplay!"

"I don't like the sound of that!" Beavis said with a slight tone of fear in his voice

"You're not getting it Beavis, soon that kinky pig chick will come in here, and we will finally do what we've been waiting to do for our whole lives, we shall score,"

"BUT I DON'T WANT TO SCORE IF THAT MEANS I'M GONNA GET SHOT, WHAT THE HELLS WRONG WITH YOU?!" Yelled Beavis, that clearly didn't really calm him much.

"Don't worry, maybe we can convince her not to do that gunplay thing, I have some crushed up nachos in my pocket maybe we can give those to her and then she wont shoot us or something," Butthead explains as he reaches into his back pocket, except he didn't feel any of his crushed up nachos but a weird square shaped object.

"Hey Beavis, whats this?"

Beavis answers "Uhhhh, it looks like a small tape, like the ones we keep our special movies on, except that wouldn't fit in the TV and I doubt there's any hot chicks on there,"

"Hey Beavis, check your pockets, maybe you have something else we could give to that chick so she won't shoot us," Butthead suggests

"Yeah yeah, good idea," replies Beavis

Beavis reaches into his pockets and also finds a small tape "Damn its just another one of those tape thingys! I doubt these can convince her not to do the gunplay stuff with us,"

"Calm down dude, she won't score with you if you're all jittery like that, chicks aren't into that typa stuff," Butthead says in annoyance.

Beavis of course, doesn't calm down, yes he's wanted to score with a hot chick for so long but not one who might shoot him in the head!

"Hey Butthead, I just came up with an idea, what if we put these tapes... In that dead guys tape recorder!" Beavis said,

Butthead says back "No dude, thats dumb, in situations like these we have to like, think out the box or something,"

"Whatever, you do you, I'm gonna put my tape in there," Beavis tried to reach for the tape recorder in the dead guys hand but it was too far for him to reach

"Eh! If only I wasn't chained to this thingamajig!"

"I told you it was dumb, Beavis, now start thinking outside the box like I said!" Butthead exclaims angrily.

"Think outside the box? Butthead we aren't even in a box! Unless..." Beavis had came to a revelation "Butthead I figured it out! We aren't in some random bathroom! We're in a giant box!"

There was a moment of silence before Butthead replied "That could make sense, afterall the room is square shaped like a box, but why would someone put turd filled toilets and a huge bathtub in a box? Not to mention that dead guy,"

"Maybe its to like... Throw us off? But we figured it out with our genuis!" Beavis said, now with a more cocky and excited tone.

"Yeah yeah, more like my genius, I was the one who said the box thing first," Butthead responds.

The 2 sit there trying to figure out what to do next, but eventually Butthead falls asleep due to being a lazy teenager.

Beavis looks over to check if his friend is still asleep before attempting to get the tape recorder from the dead guy again.

"Think outside the box my ass," he rambles to himself, clearly not agreeing Butthead's "genuis". He attempts to reach over and grab it but keeps failing.

"Damnit dude why couldn't you have died a little closer?!"

Eventually Beavis is able to get the tape recorder by bending fowards and using hid big forhead to drag it across the floor. He then took its and put his tape recording into it.

The tape started to play and it was a lot louder than expected so it woke Butthead up

"God damnit Beavis I told you to never wake me up or I'd kick your ass! You're luckily I'm chained to this pipe,"

"Ahaha sorry about that, I was just listening to this tape," Beavis then rewinds the tape so they can both listen to it.

"Beavis, this is your wake up call. Everday of your life, you and your friend Butthead watch TV and talk about sexual intercourse, and at school you misbehave and drive your teachers insane. I'm giving you a chance to rebirth yourself, your aim in the game is to kill Butthead, if you do not kill him by 6:00 your TV will be destroyed and you will be left here to rot. Just remembered X marks the spot for the treasure. Let the games begin. Follow your heart,"

The 2 were left in shocked silence.

"Oh no... HE'S GONNA DESTROY OUR TV!!" Yells Beavis in absolute horror

"Calm down Beavis, put my tape thing in there, it might give us another way to save the TV," Butthead, despite being terrified that he may lose his beloved TV, tried to remain calm.

Butthead threw his tape at Beavis, and Beavis put it into the tape recorder.

"Rise and shine, Butthead. You're probably wondering where you are. I'll tell you where you might be. You might be in the room you die in. Up until now all you've done is watch TV and talk about sexual intercourse with your friend Beavis, and when at school you do the opposite of what all of your teachers say. Now I see you as a strange mix of someone angry, yet stupid, mostly just pathetic. So are you going to watch yourself die today, Butthead. Or are you going to do something about it?"

"Woah... Huhuhuhu, cool, I might die, like the people in that sick zombie movie," Butthead spoke "Anyways we need to look for the clues in the tapes, have any ideas Beavis?"

Beavis at this point was hyperventilating and having a weird panic attack "BUT... OUR TV!!!" He screams.

"Shut up bunghole, the sooner we find clues the sooner we can save the TV, then we can watch our "special movies" with the hot chicks,"

Beavis tries to calm down but is still clearly in distress "Okay okay... In my tape he mentioned something about being rebirthed... Rebirthing myself... REBIRTHING MYSELF?! AM I PREGNANT WITH MYSELF?!"

"I don't think so, where would the rebirthed version of yourself come out? Your butt?" Butthead asks sarcastically.

The 2 sat in silence for a few seconds before Butthead broke the silence once more

"So like... What do we do?"

Beavis exclaims "You're the one who said look for clues!"

Butthead then replies "Yeah but like... I never knew it would be this hard,"

They both looked around for clues before Butthead laughed

"Hey Beavis, there's a heart on the toilet next to you, its drawn in poop, huhuhu,"

Beavis looks and begins laughing alongside his friend

"It does! Hahahaha!"

Butthead then suddenly came to a revelation that this may be their next clue

"Hey Beavis, you have to dig your hand in the toilet, that is our next clue,"

Beavis looked at Butthead for a few moments with an angry expression "What the hell?!" He exclaims "No Butthead you do it! There's like... Turds in there!"

Butthead replied "You're closer to it dumbass!" Before throwing the tape recorder at Beavis, howevet it missed him and hit the top of the toilet which knocked the tank off.

"What the hell is wrong with you, fartknocker?! Oh wait! Look there's something in there," Beavis says, standing up and taking the lid off the tank to reveal a bag.

"You see Beavis? Just stick with me and before we know it our TV will be saved, and maybe we'll get to score with that pig chick," Butthead said cockily as Beavis places the bag on the floor and opens it.

In the bag were two saws and a picture of them both watching TV

"This picture... This was taken just before that pig chick showed up!" Beavis exclaims

"How do you know?" Butthead asks

"Because we're wearing the same shirts!" Answers Beavis

Butthead proceeded to throw a random object he found on the floor towards Beavis again, this time it hit him in the head

"That's because we always wear the same shirt dumbass!" Butthead yelled angrily.

"Ah! Oh yeah you're right... Hehehe,"

"Anyways, I think we use the saws to like, cut the chains off," suggests Butthead, Beavis answers

'Yeah yeah good idea,"

They try to cut through the chains using the saws but it doesn't work, the chains are too strong

"Damnit, its not working!" Beavis exclaims angrily

"Son of a bitch," Butthead sighs when his saw broke while trying to cut through the chains "This sucks," in frustration Butthead threw his broken hacksaw at the wall, specifically a part where there was a mirror, it smashed against it and as the glass shards came tumbling down, it revealed a camera.

"Woah Butthead, I think you found another clue!" Beavis says "So somebody is watching us..."

"Yeah, uhhhh, hello?" Butthead tries to communicate with the person watching them through the camera but then realises they probably cant talk to him "Maybe we should like, turn the lights off so they cant see us or something,"

Beavis noticed that next to him was a light switch, so he did what Butthead said and turned off the lights "So what now?" Beavis asks, Butthead answers "Its pretty obvious you fartknocker, we try figure out our next clue,"

The boys look around trying to find the next clue, when they notice an X on the wall written in some sort of glow in the dark substance.

"Look Beavis, X marks the spot, like the guy said on the tape. Its all starting to make sense now," Butthead explains, the X was close fo Beavis so he went ahead and checked it out.

Beavis pushed at the wall expecting some Indianna Jones type secret passage way to be there, but nothing

"Uhhhhh... What do I do?" He asks

Before Butthead could suggest anything, a vibrating noise was heard coming from behind the X, thats when Beavis realised he should probably break the wall open.

He tried to punch it open but of course he was not strong enough

"What should I do Butthead?!" He asks in a panicked state, Butthead replies

"Uhhhhh... I dunno,"

Beavis then grabs his saw and uses the handle part to break the wall open, eventually it smashes and reveals a box, but it took a while because Beavis was too much of an idiot to find something stronger to break it.

Beavis reaches inside and grabs the box before opening it, inside was a phone which explained the vibration noise, a piece of paper and a cigarette. Beavis notices words written on the paper and tries to read it.

"T-h-e... Kigarete? Aree, hayrmlees, i, promysee... Nope I cant read this," he attempts and tries his best but he does not understand such complex spelling and vocabulary.

Butthead then suggests "Why don't you throw it to me? I think I can read it,"

"Yeah good idea, hehehe," Beavis replies

Beavis tries to throw Butthead the paper but it lands too far away from both of them so neither of them can reach it now

"Oh well, it probably wasn't that important anyways," Butthead states carelessly.

"I'll answer the phone," Beavis says before flipping the phone open and answering the person calling it

"4 hours, Beavis," the person on the other line said before they began to play one of Butthead's "special tapes" on the TV, Beavis felt like crying.

"No... Her sweet voice, how dare you! Where is our baby?!" He yells "Where did you take our TV?!"

But the person on the other line did not answer, instead they just hung up. Beavis was now trembling in both anger and grief, the TV... The hot chicks... MTV music videos... If they did not find a way out of this they'd lose all of it.

"Beavis, we need to get out of here fast!" Butthead exclaims, but seemingly not as panicked as Beavis.

Beavis trembled and mumbled for a few moments before finally saying something "Hey Butthead... I think I know who might be behind this..."

Butthead turns towards Beavis and replies "Really? Who?"

Beavis remembered to one night almost 6 months ago, him and Butthead were doing what they did every night, watching TV on the couch while eating nachos, Butthead had fallen asleep and since Beavis didn't want his butt to be kicked he did not wake him up.

A News report had came on talking about this "Jigsaw killer" who would kidnap people and put them into weird traps, for example one girl named Amanda Young had been put in a "reverse beartrap" type contraption that would tear her face open if she didn't get the key in time, Jigsaw put her in that trap just because she did drugs, she survived her test somehow.

And another example was a guy named Paul Leahy who was put into a maze full of razor wires because he tried to kill himself, unlike Amanda he failed and bled to death, at the time Beavis thought this was really cool, but now that his TV and special movies were at stake, he didn't like this Jigsaw guy anymore.

Beavis explained all of this to Butthead

"I see..." Butthead expressed "And this guy still hasn't been caught?"

"Nope," Beavis answers

Beavis looks at the phone and says "Maybe we should call someone, who though?"

Butthead suggests "Maybe Todd, he's cool and strong enough to get us out of here and kick that Jigsaw's ass,"

"Good idea, hehehe,"

Beavis tried to call Todd's number (which he didn't even know but tried anyways) but for some reason the phone wouldn't let him call anyone.

"Its not letting me!" Beavis exclaims angrily, before recieving a call again from the same person as before, Beavis answers.

"3 hours and 30 minutes until your TV is destroyed, Beavis, not only that but we have implanted a nuclear bomb in your school which will be set off at the same time your TV will be destroyed, meaning all of your classmates and teachers will be blown to bits! Also, I've kidnapped your friend Stuart and his parents, if you don't escape by 6, not only will your TV and school be destroyed, but Stuart and his parents will be shot and killed,"

"Woah... Huhuh, cool!" Butthead says happily "Its a shame all of the hot chicks at school will die though, but its honestly worth it,"

The person on the other end hangs up

"No... Our TV... But at the same time, Stuart and everyone at school will die, which is amazing! I'm starting to consider just staying here, we can always buy a new TV, right? But all stupid school, all of our annoying teachers, our classmates, plus Stuart will be gone forever! Imagine not having to deal with those fartfaces anymore?!"

"Yeah, I'm sure we can save up money to get a new TV and-" before Butthead could finish his sentence, Beavis collapsed to the floor screaming and shaking in pain as if he were being electrocuted, soon enough Butthead would also be shocked just like this.

The both of them eventually passed out, in their unconscious state their life flashed before their eyes... Their TV... Most of their time together was spent in front of the TV... Beavis and Butthead's first memories as toddlers was watching TV together, even during Christmas and each others birthdays they both watched TV, their favourite movies and music videos, all of the hot actresses, the epic fire and explosions...

Thats when they both realised... This wasn't just any old TV, it was *their* TV, a TV that carried so many fond memories, a TV that was the only thing that had stuck with them throughout the years apart from each other, a TV that always played their special VHS tapes they had obtained from a peculiar man in an alleyway.

It was *their* TV.

No amount of annoying people dying and school being destroyed forever would make up for the loss of such an amazing, loyal, spectacular TV.

Soon Beavis woke up to the buzzing of the phone, he looked around to see Butthead still unconscious. Beavis felt quite tired but he picked up the phone anyways, his voice all groggy.

"Hello?"

"30 minutes until your TV is destroyed and everything you love will explode, Beavis, clock is ticking,"

"What? No no no! There's no way...."

Beavis realised him and Butthead had been unconscious for 3 whole hours "Butthead wake up!" He yells in extreme anxiety and horror. Butthead wakes up "Whats going on Beavis...? Just give me a minute..."

"No no no! You don't understand you idiot!" Beavis shouts "We slept for 3 whole hours! Our TV.... Our TV! All of those hot chicks! The fire! The memories!" Beavis cries.

Butthead then realises what his happening and panics too "Oh no... We need to get out of here now!!"

The phone is still on the line and the person calling them suddenly seems in distress, there is a lot of yelling going on in the background and things being thrown.

Eventually a few gunshots are heard and Beavis's heart stops.

"No... Whats going on out there?! What have you done to the TV?!" he screams, now in actual tears, but no reply, whoever wad behind the phone had just hung up with no answer to wether the TV was okay or not.

"Damnit... I'm not gonna let that stupid Jigsaw get away with this!! I'm not gonna die here!!" Beavis yells before he grabs the hacksaw.

"Hey Beavis... What are you doing?" Butthead asks with surprisingly not much emotion in his voice, he then grows a bit more concerned when Beavis holds the hacksaw to his leg "Woah Beavis, you're gonna cut your foot off?"

"I'm doing whatever it takes to save our baby!!!" He cries out before beginning to roll his pants leg up.

"Don't cut your leg off, Beavis, you'll die... Or something," Butthead says, only to be ignored.

Beavis cries out as he proceeded to saw his foot

"Oh god!" He yells "Damnit I need to get our TV!"

Butthead can only watch in horror as his best friend slowly and painfully saws off his foot while screaming, but in actuality, deep down he can only think "Wow... Huhuhu, cool,"

Eventually the foot comes off and blood spills all over, Beavis screaming due to the amount of shock seeing his own severed foot put him in.

Beavis eventually calms himself and wriggles himself over towards the dead guy in the middle of the room, whimpering in pain. He then takes the gun from the dead guys hand and points it at Butthead.

"Wait Beavis... What are you doing?" Butthead asks

Beavis answers "Only one of us can leave this room alive, Butthead, and since I'm the one who cares about the TV the most, thats gonna be me,"

Butthead suddenly looks quite pissed "You buttmunch, you can't shoot me, you're nothing without me, you suck without me,"

Beavis continues to hold his best friend at gunpoint, which increasingly made Butthead mad. Until, suddenly Beavis pointed the gun away from Butthead.

Butthead looks to wear Beavis is pointing it, and sees a man standing there who also holds a gun, but before the man can say anything Beavis shoots him multiple times, this man was Jigsaw.

The 2 were in silence for a few seconds after Jigsaw fell to the floor, before Beavis crawls over towards Butthead.

"I... Have... To go now..." Trembled Beavis as be grabs Butthead's shirt, Butthead then realised that his friend would be leaving him and replied with a stern

"No you aren't,"

Beavis continues to tremble as he says "You're going... To be alright... Butthead..."

"Of course I am dumbass," Butthead replies "But you cant just leave me!"

"I'm.... Going to go... And get help..."

"No,"

"If I don't get help..." Beavis rubs his hand against Butthead's face "I'll... Bleed to death... And we need... To save our TV..."

"Don't leave me! No! you buttwagon! No!"

Butthead continues to yell no as Beavis begins to crawl away out the door the man they just shot came through. Before he leaves though he turns around and says.

"Don't worry... I'll bring somebody back... I promise..."

He then continues to crawl away, much to Butthead's negative feelings.

"Beavis! Beavis you dumbass get back here right now!"

Beavis continues to crawl but as soon as he got to the front of the door he turns around to look at Butthead one last time.

"Are we like, gonna be okay?" Butthead asks, with Beavis replying "I... I wouldn't lie to you..."

Beavis soon crawls away, leaving Butthead all alone. Butthead then begins to search the body of the now dead Jigsaw Killer to see if he had a key to his shackles in his pocket, he pulls out his wallet and ID only to find nothing.

"Well at least if the police get here, they can discover the identity of the jigsaw killer using this," Butthead thinks to himself.

Butthead continues searching "Come on, where the hell did you put my key? Idiot,"

Butthead then pulled out a tape recorder from Jigsaw's pocket, looking at it in confusion. Dumbfounded, Butthead began to play the tape.

"Hello, Mr. Hindle. Or as they called you around the hospital, Zep. I want you to make a choice. There's a slow acting poison coursing through your system, which only I have the antidote for. Will you destroy a TV and murder a whole school and an innocent family to save yourself? Listen carefully, if you will, there are rules... ”

Butthead then says "Uhhh... My names Butthead, not Zep you idiot, this doesn't make any sense. Ugh I hope Beavis will be back soon,"

Butthead then notices a strange motion in the corner of his eye, he slowly turns towards it only to see that the man who had been dead on the floor for the whole game, the man who had been shot, had stood up like nothing had just happened.

"Uhh... Are you like, a zombie?" Butthead asks.

The man ignored him and began to rip off the blood and gunshots from his face as if they were just special effects, because they were.

"Dude, you were pretending to be dead this whole time? Why didn't you say anything we would've like, helped you escape and stuff," Butthead said.

The man slowly turned towards Butthead and pointed at the bathtub where Beavis was

"The key to your chain is in the bathtub,"

Butthead turned towards the bathtub and saw all of the water inside had been drained, and nothing inside of it

"Beavis you idiot! Because of you my ticket out of here is in some rusty pipe, I swear when I get out of here I'm gonna beat your ass, and I don't care that you're technically disabled now,"

Butthead was now just really angry at everything, so to take out his anger he decides to grab the gun and try and shoot the man, knowing he probably has something to do with all this, but before he can pull the trigger he is faced with an electric shock again.

The man had a remote that would shock them both the entire time which explained what happened before. Butthead ended up dropping the gun as he is electrocuted again, the gun flying too far for him to reach again as the man walks towards the door.

"Hey, get back here, fartknocker, I'm gonna kick your ass for this," Butthead says, but the man of course continues walking away.

The man then turns the light off in the bathroom and walks outside the door turning around and looking at Butthead for a few seconds. He then grabs the edge of the door and before slamming it shut yells:

"Game over!"

The door is finally closed and Butthead is left in complete darkness.

"Hey dude, I'm sorry about trying to shoot you... Uhh... Can you at least bring my TV here? Dude? Damnit I think he can't hear me now,"

I hope you enjoyed it, and yes I will be doing the other movies 👍🏻

[sephirthoughts]

4, 17 and 25 for the writer’s ask game 🙌

thank you for the ask i love doing these! 🖤

4. an excerpt of my writing with dialogue i'm proud of

this isn't really anything all that profound, but i love the dynamic between them so much (it's from a genshin impact fic i wrote over a year ago and haven't finished)

On this particular day, by some miracle of the Archons, Kaveh had finally managed to drag Alhaitham away from his stupid boring studies, to attend one of these campus parties. Wondrous! What a delightful time they shall have! But wait! No! It was Alhaitham, after all, and what did that insufferable chunk of granite do, rather than socializing, like a human being? He sat down in a corner and opened a book! A BOOK! Kaveh was so mortified, he nearly melted into the crevices between the floor tiles. “What in the Abyss are you doing!” he hissed, hurrying over to Alhaitham (after looking around to check that no one attractive saw him talking to the tower of muscle and jawline that was his roommate). Alhaitham turned a page without looking up. “I’m water-skiing.” “Ha ha, so funny. What are you doing reading at a party!” “As you gave me to understand the matter, the purpose of these functions is enjoyment. I enjoy reading. Hooray party.” “Ugh, you are so fucking embarrassing,” Kaveh groaned. “Fine. If you want to cement your position as a social pariah, you go right ahead. I’m going to go mingle, before anyone sees me talking to you and my chances of getting any action are obliterated.” “Why should you talking to me have any impact on your chances of engaging in sexual activity with others.” “Because of all…this!” Kaveh returned, gesturing to encompass Alhaitham’s entire person. “You’re offensively handsome, six-foot-four, and built like a male fitness model! No one wants to compete with that!” “Absurd,” Alhaitham snorted. “How can my looks be offensive? You’re talking a lot of nonsense, today.” “Fuck’s sake—it was a hyperbole! The point is that while you’re sitting here all stone-cold scholar, making every other guy at the party look like a before-picture, I’m actually trying to meet people! If they see me hanging around with you, they’ll think I’m taken, by the big, scary, hot guy and get frightened off!” Alhaitham looked up at him. “Well?” “Well what?” “Go away, then.” Kaveh made incoherent noises of exasperation and stalked off, in search of a much-needed drink. 

17. excerpt from an unpublished WIP

this one is tentatively called Corporate Espionage and it's Reeve/Vincent

He fired off his email to the zoning committee, explaining once again that currently inhabited dwellings were not to be considered ‘abandoned’ or ‘derelict’ simply because they thought a shopping center would look better there, and dropped his forehead onto the desk with a dull thunk. Was thirty-five too young for a heart attack? Probably. Too bad. No hope that way, then. He had a sneaking suspicion that even if he died, they’d find a way to yank him back out of the lifestream and make him review Land Use and Development reports. He very nearly had his fanciful heart attack, when suddenly something hard and cold clamped down on the back of his neck. His first thought was ‘Oh, good. They finally sent the Turks to kill me.’ After he gave his first jolt of surprise, he didn’t struggle or try to lift his head. He just stayed that way, with a metal something holding him by his neck. “Tense,” said a low, deep voice, barely loudly enough to be heard, over Reeve’s white noise machine and Zen relaxation fountain. “Uh—hngh!” he groaned, involuntarily, as the cold metal thing (which he now understood was a hand in a gauntlet) squeezed, exerting precise pressure on the neck muscles, right at the base of his skull. “Agent…Valentine. What are you—” “No talking.”  Reeve shut his mouth. The utter absurdity of the situation made him strongly suspect that he’d fallen asleep with his head on his desk, and was now dreaming. Having his neck rubbed by a nearly sixty-year-old former Turk maybe-vampire, who could swat him like a gnat (and that was when he wasn’t a monster), was definitely something his stress and fatigue-addled subconscious might invent.  Well, fuck it. He may as well enjoy it, before one of his phones rang and woke him up.

25. an excerpt from something i consider to be a favorite

this is the opening couple paragraphs from my Ryu Ga Gotoku fic. it's one of my favorite things i've written so of course it was not very popular 😂 (asexual kiryu x bisexual majima OTP of ever)

Hand-to-hand combat, like any religion, requires devotion. One must practice it every day, or wisely avoid its temple and its acolytes, as it can only be a source of pain and frustration. For those who observe it devoutly, however, the violent collision of muscle and bone is both prayer and worship. Communion and confession. A ritual to clear the mind and purge the soul. A pure, sensory meditation. Iron-hard fists raining blows like cannon shots. The teeth-cracking, bone-jarring thunderclap of impact. The intoxicating heat. The acrid tang of sweat and blood. The aromatic scent of petrichor from a freshly rained-upon city street. A hint of cigarette smoke and a man’s cologne. When he comes back to himself, he is standing over his opponent, battered but victorious. Stars dance in the corners of his vision. His knuckles are throbbing and he tastes blood. Then he sees blood. On his fists and his opponent’s face. For a split second, he’s sure he’s gone too far, this time. But the man lifts his head and looks up at him. Takes the outstretched hand to be helped back to his feet. Though he springs up with suspicious buoyancy, considering the beating he just took. “What’s with the face, Kiryu-chan?” he pants, smearing the crimson droplets across his chin with the back of his black-gloved hand. “Mad at me for jumpin’ you?” “I’m not mad at you, Majima-aniki. This is just how I look,” Kiryu answers flatly, which is one of the three tones of voice he has. “Right, right. I was meanin’ to ask, do kids run off cryin’ when they see ya in the street?” “Not…all of them.” This elicits a half-hysterical laugh from Majima’s still-bleeding mouth. “You look like you’re on your way from a funeral to another funeral. Why don’t you try smilin’ once in a while.” The furrows in Kiryu’s brow deepen. “I do smile. I just don’t do it for no reason.” “Must be why you’re so popular with the ladies. Come on, Kiryu-chan, lemme see ya smile.” “No.” “I’m not lettin’ you go till you do it.” “God damn it. Ok, fine.” Kiryu complies stiffly with the demand, stretching his mouth and turning up the corners, as if smiling is something with which he is theoretically familiar, but has never seen actually done. “Fuck, I take it back!” Majima exclaims, throwing up a black-gloved hand as if to shield his eyes. “I can’t believe you’d do that out in public. Some innocent bystander might see and be scarred for life.”

[blue-jisungs]

AXE ｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡ *eyes begin to sparkle* *goose anon starts levitating during the mere act of writing out this ask* *goose anon's life becomes 10x better because she is sending axe an ask*

HELLOOOOOO

I have no idea what to say, so I will start off by asking youuuuu HOW WAS THE PIWON CONCERT OMG (I am not normal) PLS SPILL I SHALL LIVE THROUGH YOU VICARIOUSLY (😞💔)

Also how have you been pls tell 🌻 I hope life has been good. Here please have a long hug 🫂 (if you like long hugs) (pls hug back) (🫂)

-🪿

omg goose anon hi!!!! i missed u sm u don’t event know:( all my anons disappeared but my life became bearable again when i saw ur message 🙏🙏🙏🙏

the piwon concert omagaaaa i could yap for HOUDS!!! i wrote a lil abt it before so check it out if u wanna (if wknd let me link it bug its recent so im sure ull find it!!)

but in general it was SO FUN!!!! the boys really gave all their best!!! and it felt like i was on a party listening to my friends yap and dance together!!! like istg they were so funny and interacted w us sooo much. also they talked SO much in polish like they really took their efforts to learn it!! and nor jsut some basic stuff but jiung genuinely said “polish is hard” .. IN POLISJ. he’s crazy !!!

and the way the concert lasted 3hrs bc they performed 3 extra songs + theo had 2 solo songs + they randomly started singing peace maker and their other songs bc a p1eces brought jr up??? and keeho even asked when did the last bus leave to make sure it’s okay :[ i fuckinf love them.

anywho !!! that was so fun and it’s the only thing keeping me alive rn bc i just started my exam season + i was sick the week prior to the concert so i misssd a lot of stuff. uni life is really stressful in this time, and today i had a small misunderstanding w my friends and there’s a family issue that popped out…. im just tired and it’s only the beginning lol!!! but as i said im trying to be positive (thinking abt piwon) … so actually i really appreciate your hug, i needed it 🥹 hugging u back tightly anonnie!!! never letting go actually!!!!

but do tell me how were u!!!! i hope everything was okay and that you’re doing well <:33

[briefpiratebear]

It’s so funny after all this time I finally get prescribed something that does work I mean it does adderall if I don’t have it I stay up all day long I passe and passé and think and think it is absolutely crucial I get these meds I have worked myself to the point of really trying to see things a bit for clearer stop being so impulsive all the time whether I’m on meds or not melotin lol I’ll be sleeping all day and that’s what I was doing for months…. Besides the fact that people don’t treat me in this house hold I’m only saying my mom my step dad he treats me less then I treat him like he is a pear that is more afraid of me then I am of him yet does everything for me good guy right. If you could imagine I get bitched at for everything no problem very grateful I do a lot of stupid shit like spend money out of anger or impulsivity not a lot lol I have I feel remorse although they understand my position greatly and have spoken to me about flipping homes or matching my next car I buy all in do time it is nagging like a bouncy set between people I am who I am your mom your step dad or whatever but he’s no step dad more so long lost buddy I do see myself learning from the most people I see value in. Without all of this I wouldn’t be who I am it does suck but finally finding meds and feeling okay for the first time in my life I don’t mean the last 2 months awful and the last years years I have spent alone chained to the government with so peace of mind just hard work mind is hard work so shall I learn i did I learned responsibility and hard work physically and mentally have I ever put any of this into practice I mean it hasn’t even been a few months iv been on the correct meds running circles in my mind for years I’m grateful for who I am a hard worker someone that has learned all of these things I have put them into practice this time it not a race to the finish line it just is what it is I fucking hate that slogan I’ll change it it is so much worth what your going through rn you know why because you learn without learning without knowing without being what are we we would never know I know this that I am okay alone by myself independent of if I have the chance to be again I could have had it all but that bitch manipulated me yes time tic tic tic that was it I learned that money doesn’t mean happiness what means happiness is how you carry yourself each and every day why you carry yourself that way god damnit I thought I new the way I swear I seen it somewhere… Jesus Christ is a story you are all that forsaken me many people do not believe me when I say I am who I am I say I am a Buddha maybe not so much I am close enough to tell you that I have learned my far share of whys I don’t ask them anymore like many things I write when it comes to mind I write I have wrote and wrote a lot . What left of it all is more then just telling a story a poet I new once I swear if I ever lost that fucker he used to be good I know good at something

[atangledfate]

The Doctor gave Twist a long hard stare without blinking not once, as he was sure he had. He worked long and hard during the war not for rings or fame but because it was the right thing to do. He was also a leader in toxicology and poisons and had wrote his fair share of papers on the matter. Though he was more worried it might have been from his earlier days. That wasn't something he needed coming to light again, he doubted it would lose him his job but could certainly hurt his reputation.

" Maybe from the war? I got thrust into the position of stitching people up back then. Surgery isn't my field of expertise, i didn't exactly go to medical school for it. But the War forced alot of us to adapt... I had the pleasure of learning the art in the field... didn't have much choice..."

He said the last bit with a somber tone, he didn't like stitching people up and all that blood overwhelmed his sense of smell. But when people are dying around you, well you have no choice in the matter. He made alot of stupid mistakes in his youth, but he worked hard to get where he was now.

" Even if i was inclined to let you see your Daughter Mr. Grimrose she's really not in the condition to do so. She was poisoned you see, and is recovering from the toxin. It could be a few days before she's able to get around... she's not in danger mind you. I gave her an Anti-Toxin... but, she needs rest... at least 24 hours. "

His eyes lingered behind him to Dawn who he knew was starting to wear thin with all her copies. She was a strong woman, she'd never show an ounce of weakness and she'd always smile, and seem right as rain. But he knew she was tired and needed a break, a chance to recover some of her energy. The stimulant's only lasted so long and could only do so much.

" We can use that kind of help its true ... But i can't act on it. You need to talk to someone in charge, one of the field commanders. They can make contact, and organize a transfer... hell i'd just be thankful for a few more nurses and doctors ... its just us right now and... we have our limits. "

Altriss covered his face as a gush of air washed over the lobby blowing papers everywhere. He was looking annoyed at Surge like he wanted to bite her! Chaos couldn't she have stopped outside and walked in like a normal person? His eyes went to Lanolin whom he knew by name, and also that she was the one giving orders. What was she doing here?

" Speak of the Devil and they shall arrive, Mr. Grimrose there is your commander in the flesh "

Lanolin was trying her best to de-static her wool and as much as she was thankful to Surge, she was hating how her wool was all standing up like she got a shock! She gave up on fixing it and gave Surge a side glance as her eyes went across the room to the mice running back and forth. She knew them well enough, as she helped hire most of the people on base with Jewel.

" That's Nurse Dawn, she's the Head Nurse here at the Medical facility. I remember Jewel and i hiring her, her gift of Gaia lets her create exact duplicates of herself. But i had no idea she could make so many... i guess with most staff at home for the grand prix she didn't have a choice. "

One of the Dawns paused to wave at Lanolin and Surge before zipping back along with a cart full of medical supplies! there had to be over 40 of them, deep down Lanolin always felt a power like that was game changing. to think Dawn was single handedly taking care of nearly the entire medical facility. It was astounding, and concerning could she sustain that many of them? and if she could how long?

Twist would look at the doctor as they entered the room, raising his brow. "I feel like I've seen you somewhere before." The lemur was sure they didn't know each other, though felt like he's saw the snake at some point in his life. Whatever, that hardly mattered now. "Look, I just need to have a talk with her. It's about this whole G.U.N blockade. I still got a few contacts from my days in G.U.N and should be able to pull some strings to move everyone in need of medical attention to a hospital with more staff. Though figured I run it by her first, since she works here."

Twist normally would've just found someone in charge and ask, though The Restoration seemed to be different in how they operate. "Besides, looks like you could really use it since you're clearly don't have enough staff to keep up with everyone coming in." They may have the training and equipment, though didn't matter if there wasn't enough staff to help everyone that needed it.

Surge would then come dashing into the room, skidding to a stop as she let go of Lanolin's arm. "I don't remember there being this many mouse nurses." The tenrec barely came here if she could help it, though the times she had wandered in there was always a couple of mouse nurse's who always looked alike. She just didn't know there was this many. Where have they been hiding?

[violentferalcat]

I am reading "The Second Sex" by Simone de Beauvoir and it's just so great. It's so much more than just a book about feminism. SO here's a list of quotes from the book that sometimes make me not sleep at night (and what I think about them):

I am reading in the Russian translation, and so I will be translating the quotes from Russian to English. Expect them not to match the official English translations or the French original!

"There is no femininity today because it never existed." (Introduction, p. 4)

Yes, yes, yes, absolutely. We hear so much about how "femininity is dying out today" be it because women are liberating themselves from the strict and arbitrary gender ideas, or because of transgender women "invading into women's spaces". It's all bullshit. People were saying that ALL THE WAY BACK IN 1940s if Simone had to include it in her book. But what more is that I can see parallels here with masculinity too! Especially now with the rise of toxic masculinity (about which I can ramble on about for ages too) we hear from those people that "masculinity is dying out." "Men are so feminine and weak and pathetic now, what shall we do??" Nothing! Nothing because if femininity never existed then neither did masculinity. Stop fearmongering and crying about the liberation of our society from these gender stereotypes.

"They [women] are scattered among men and are more connected with household, work, economic interests, social position with a certain man - father or husband - than with other women." (Introduction, p. 16)

Nothing much that I can say about it, the quote is pretty much self-explanatory. Simone argues that the liberation of women did not for a very long time because of the way women are dispersed around the globe. The working class bonded because of how close it worked with their comrades. The slave class bonded because of how close it was with each other. Women, on the other hand, are everywhere; they are not in one particular spot or place. The liberation of women, according to Beauvoir, is possible only when women become self-aware of their position; it is possible only when women work together. Of course, I doubt that Beauvoir wrote her book with transgender people in mind, but I can personally say that everything above and below can also be applied to transgender women. And of course the queer community (fuck you exclusionarism); we must work together; we must stay together.

"...the path from the egg cell to a woman is quite long. The concept of womanhood cannot be applied to egg cell itself." (The Data of Biology, p. 47)

Again, pretty self-explanatory. You cannot define a woman through her biology; neither uterus nor egg cells can describe the vastness of womanhood. Woman is not female; man is not male. This theory heavily parallels the current queer and feminist framework around transgender people. We cannot be defined by our biology, since the concept and idea of humans is so much greater than our nature. (More about that below).

"But the definition of a human isn't given once and for all; they make themselves. As Merleau-Ponty very much correctly expressed: human is not a natural species, but a historical idea. Woman is not a concrete reality." (The Data of Biology, p. 74)

That is, humanity is not granted or defined by neither nature nor god; we make ourselves and reach our current existence; we define ourselves and we should be understood and analysed only through historical lens. Not some concrete and never-changing reality.

"Ancient people alienate in a totem; modern people alienate in their individuality, their ego, their name, capital, work: such is the first temptation of a true existence." (The Point of View of Psychoanalysis, p. 92)

What Simone here means (just in case it's a bit hard to understand, because that was my first reaction, i.e. confusion) is that humans tend to alienate themselves (i.e. try and escape their existence) in things other than them. We are not our bodies (and Simone extensively talked about it in the Data of Biology), nor are we our names. Those are just things, they do not define us. They are simply our qualities, perhaps representing us, but not inherently us. So, this theory once again can be applied to the current queer and feminist framework (and all the other social movements, anti-racism and others, you get the gist). I, as a transgender woman, cannot be defined by my dead name, nor by my penis. To say so is to alienate yourself, to try and escape your true transcending self. I can change my name, I can change my body, I can change everything that I have but I, as a human, as a being, will remain. My existence and everyone's existence is transcending. It is above all that is physical; it is above all that is mental.

"If a subject doesn't go in totality through a path of development which is considered to be normal, then it is said that their development is arrested and they define that arrest as a flaw, a negative, but never as a positive decision." (The Point of View of Psychoanalysis, p. 96)

This, this, this, again. This quote just makes me go crazy. Absolutely, yes, Simone, allow me to kiss you on the mouth (very bad that she has been dead for quite a while now. I need to build a time machine). This can be applied to fucking everything, eh? Queer, neurodiversity, fashion, style, different body shapes (in particular fat people) and everything that doesn't necessarily fall under the category of "normalcy". Even cishet people experience this where they are oft not allowed to express their gender in a way that they like. Which just means that we all need to abolish this concept of normalcy, of this non-existing golden standard of being. This also applies to our queer community, where some people still believe that if you're not "trans" enough then you're not trans at all. Or, in particular, the recent aro/ace discourse where being cishet aro/ace excludes you from being queer (which it does not). What can be said about the quote, however, is that being queer, or fat, or neurodivergent, or etc. etc. is not really a choice. It's not a decision. I didn't choose to be trans nor did the other trans people. But the quote still stands strong.

"...the individual is always described by their connection to the past, and not from their projection into the future." (The Point of View of Psychoanalysis, p. 96)

The first time that I read this, I immediately thought about AGAB. Why is it that we and others define transgender people through their AGAB? Shouldn't we instead talk about the gender that they are now? And, yes, of course, I know that some trans people describe their gender as unchanging, i.e. they've always been a girl/boy/enby/etc. and that is true! But still, why should I call myself AMAB? Why do we still choose to care so much about our past, about who we were instead of who we are or who we will become? It's just a bit weird to me. I am not defined by my gender which was assigned to me at my birth. I am not defined as an "ex-boy" or "ex-male". I am a woman, though, perhaps, I haven't always been one (depends on your interpretation of being transgender) but that doesn't mean that my history of gender should describe me as an individual. I have changed, I should be defined by who I am. (I know the piss poor reading comprehension on this site, so please remember that I'm not talking about felonies, or crime, or whatever, attrocities, blah, blah. Of course I hate the police and prison system, but in this case we are not talking about it. I am not talking about "simply forgetting the Holocaust ever happened! Can't we just move on? Blah, blah, blah". No, that is not my point here.)

"...having too much is not better than having just enough." (The Historical Materialism, p. 100)

Capitalism. Need I elaborate more? I did take the quote out of context, though. In the original, Simone is talking about the physical strength of a woman. She talks about how in the past, when tools were more crude, a woman couldn't operate it and therefore there appeared the discrimination of women due to the separation of jobs. But now, with the industrial revolution, it didn't matter whether you were incredibly strong or strong just enough. The machine will work in the same way, no matter how much strength you apply to it. Note that Simone took this model from the works of Engels.

That's about it, I'm still very slowly but very surely reading the book. I recommend you read it yourself, it's such a wonder. I will try and keep this post updated as I progress through the text.

[logan368]

I have a request idea!

Could I request a fic of a Hermitcraft, Etho x gn!reader where the reader is clueless on redstone, but Etho teaches them, (and they still don’t understand it because it’s too much big brain work… as I also struggle with it LOL) I think it would be adorable! (This could even be wrote with Mumbo too if you want! Your choice! :D)

(P.S I stumbled upon your blog recently, love your writing and didn’t see an Etho one so I came to deliver! 💜 :3)

Yes! You asked and I shall deliver, let's give Etho some well deserved love. I hope you enjoy it. I'm glad to hear you enjoy my work <3.

Ugh, Redstone. Etho x Gn!Reader

You stared at it for a good five minutes. Why was redstone so complicated for no reason. You changed the position of the dust. You tried everything you could to get it to work and still nothing. You grumbled, all you wanted was an automatic storage system so you don't have to deal with chest monsters anymore, but no matter how much you tried following every tutorial online. Nothing worked. You looked at the tab list. Etho was online, but you had gotten so close with the white haired boy, you didnt want to bother him.

After trying for a couple more minutes you sighed in defeat and decided to fly over to Etho's base before he logged off and you were completely on your own. Grabbing your elytra and wiping the redstone dust stuck to your hands on your jeans, which was no help as your jeans were covered in the stuff. You just said screw it and flew over to Etho's base.

Landing with a soft stumble, you were never good at the whole elytra thing which is suprising as you used it all the time. You brushed yourself off and walked up to the door. You stood outside hesitantly for about 5 minutes before swallowing and just knocking on the door. After a few moments the shape of the door was replaced with the shape of a man. A specific white haired masked man.

"Oh, hello Y/N, what a wonderful surprise to see you here."

"Hi Etho." You took in a deep breath. "I want to learn how to do redstone. I have some diamonds I can pay you however much you want, could you please just help me." You begged.

"Calm down, I never said I couldn't." He chuckled softly. "I'll help you out."

You sighed in relief. "Thanks Etho."

He walked into a room as you followed and he taught you all that he could about redstone. Starting from the basics all the way to helping you construct a simple sugar cane farm.

Did you pay attention. Probably not, you kept getting distracted. Seeing Etho so focused was kind of hot. You never realized how much of a redstone nerd the white haired lad was.

"Okay now you try. Here's the materials." He smiled handing you a few items. That spooked you and you blushed hard. You stared at the items. What were you making? Oh yeah a no tick sugar cane farm. It shouldn't be to hard right. You weren't terrible at redstone. After putting together your farm you looked over at Etho who was trying not to laugh at you.

You glared at him and rolled your eyes which caused him to smile. "You did so bad it's almost as if you weren't paying attention."

"I was, for the most part."

He showed you what you did wrong and you giggled at your simple mistake. "Okay maybe I wasn't, but it's not my fault you look really good when you're focused." You mumbled the last part which caused him to stare at you in shock.

After your brain processed what you said you blurted out an apology. "I'm sorry, it must be the redstone messing with my head. Um. Thanks for your help Etho I better get going now." You rambled on which just caused him to smile at you.

"Well I think you look cute when you're flustered."

Then you both just kinda stared at eachother. It wasn't awkward but it was at the same time. Then you both started laughing. "What happened to this being a redstone lesson?" You asked

"You happened." Which caused both of you to just start laughing and the whole redstone thing was forgotten. You decided redstone was a talent. One that you didn't have.

[cowboyjen68]

Howdy Jen!

We all get tangled up in our personal lives, especially when it’s a new relationship, so I just wanted to know-

How do you find a balance between your time with your partner and your other hobbies/activities (such as organizing in the community?)

Aka, how do you stop fucking long enough to actually put that wonderful lesbian energy towards other important things in the little free time we have? 🤔

I am still deeply in love with my ex, but we found, almost a year ago, that we could not live together and long distance was just too hard on her heart. We are still best friends and working very hard to adjust our intense connection to friendship.

When we were together we, especially me, were very careful to set aside limited times to be on our phone or computer. I can do some stuff at my jobs so often I was able to film tiktoks or write for tumble away from home so It had no afffect on us.

Neither of us are big texters, even when we were together but lived apart . We both preferred time with each other or letters. When we were both home we mostly loved time and focus to be on each other. That was not hard for me. I was happy to turn off my phone and be wholly present with her. She means everything to me and and second I could I wanted to be really with her.

We had a highly passionate relationship but the stress of life meant we sometimes were just as happy to cuddle and talk and make plans. Pillow talk was our favorite pastime after quiet morning of coffee or doing a crossword I

In the evenings or on the rare afternoon when rain or bad weather had us "trapped" inside I would write while she work on her art. She is a talented artist who does everything from bead work to painting and I found if I pulled out my computer or pen and paper she would pull out a project. I took great joy in, peering away from my screen to watch her deep in concentration creating something because THAT is what gives her great happiness.

Now that I am single I am juggling my kid, my animals, my land and three jobs plus volunteering to help others on things such as moving or lawn care or just small projects they need help with. After 7 years I am trying to get others to take over the board I am on. The three remaining original board members, including myself are tired and can't give out all anymore. Our priorities have shifted and, frankly, we have served longer than we should have.

I still am careful to balance being on line with life. I write in the early mornings or maybe a little at night if I can get to bed early enough. I film tiktoks while out at about with very little editing. I am considering re starting the use of my youtube channel in colder weather, we shall see. My priority now is paying off debt, getting ahead on my crappy credit score and refinancing my house. I am raising a 16 year old and MAKE time to hang out with her or talk.

I try to ride or brush or hang with my horses a few times a week but often fail at that. I end up on yard projects or working in the barn.

I write letters to my former girlfriend and she continues to inspire me to imrove my life and create new goals.

I got "off grid" for almost two weeks at festivals this summer to recharge myself and not worry about my phone other than some check on my family and home. That was good for me. I met many new friends and hung out with old friends. I wrote with pen and paper and brought home notes for new ideas and ready to bring even more lesbian positivity to the world.

My love for her makes me miss the physical passion but my heart is grateful we had the time we did and I am so happy our friendship remained and is stronger than I thought possible. She helped me to learn a balance. What I can take on and what I can't. She made me see what is important to me and how to look forward with hope and not feel overwhelmed.

I still don't have much free time but I don't waste a second of it when it arrives.

[impcrios]

it hadn't been the best of weekends, seeing guari had put narcissa into something of a tailspin, it was hard having a very popular ex and everyone talking about their current game, narcissa had to busy herself, so she finally wrote back to the sanctuaries that were demanding a response upon sending dragons back to either the romania sanctuary or the scotland one. surely there must be a better way of communication, but they had yet to find it. but narcissa was trying to get a leader position amongst it all, just like they did in school. narcissa watches as the person before rosie had cut looks back at narcissa and she raises her eyebrows, and he knows that she did the stinging hex and she wasn't exactly being subtle about it before shaking her own head. "it doesn't really matter much, but our mother's side is french, yes." she eventually says with a small smile, she didn't really even care that much to know of her mother's side but she never got to hear the end of it. she laughs about at what rosie says next. "yes, well i'm always willing to go against the english, shall our alliance last long." they eventually say with a genuine smile, before shaking their head. "well i assume a stinging hex will put anyone in their place for being an absolute dickhead," they say with the roll of their eyes, saying it a bit louder for them to hear. "unfortunately i have to send many things oversees for our current sanctuaries and the thought of putting my poor owl through that sends me here," they sigh, "i do hope that at least these owls get some break times for making such a long trip." they say as more a thought to themself. "either way, it looks like you're sending some fun cards. are they for yuletide?" she questions. "i can't remember the last time i sent things out for yuletide but they seem colourful which is nice."

The familiar voice from behind her is unexpected and, with her face safely concealed from view by the thick curtain of her hair, Rosie can’t help but wince. It’s so busy in here, she hadn’t even noticed Narcissa Black standing in the scrum - if she had, she might’ve rethought how urgently she needed to post her Christmas cards.

Rosie doesn’t want to speak to them, not at all, and especially not while she’s still licking her wounds after her most recent encounter with Lucius. But what can she do? In spite of her broken heart, she knows that Narcissa hasn’t actually done anything wrong, and she won’t be rude to them, no matter how desperately she wishes she could just ignore them and walk away.

“Oh, I didnae ken yer people were French, Narcissa,” she says, reluctantly accepting the wix’s hand and getting back to her feet, “But I suppose I’d rather a Frenchman than an English one - wi the auld alliance, and all.” A weak smile accompanies her words, more a joke than her actual opinion - as proudly Scottish as Rosie is, she doesn’t really give a toss where other people are from. “I’m okay, thank ye, and thanks for stepping in. Folk always seem that bit more frantic at Christmas, and wi everything else going on…” Emotions are running high, whichever way you slice it.

[legguk]

Hi!! So,

it's my ( literal ) first time writing fanfiction, so I'm pretty new at this stuff, but Lady Dimitrescu is all I was able to think about for weeks and I >needed< to do something about it.

( If you want some context, I wrote this thinking “what if Alcina survived?” - Alcina's pov )

———

The fall,

The end of everything you once loved

Ethan Winters.

You woke up... somehow, you woke up. The frigid air hitting your fresh wounds felt like a jolt send by reality, as if one says "you're still alive" -

- and oh how you were starting to hate that feeling.

Laying on the demolished floor of your castle, muscles twitching in pain, mouth open gasping for air... that's how you are, how you will remember yourself from now on. A defeated dragon, a crushed woman, a dead mother.

You should get up, you should let go of your carcass and crawl your way back into the warmth of your home, you should—

—you should be dead, actually. Resting on death's cold embrace along with your daughters.

Daughters.

God, your daughters.

The memories flood your mind with a painful, unbearable reminder; they're gone, dead, crystalized - gone. They're gone. Your lovely daughters, your pride and joy, the main reason you'd open up your eyes in the morning...

...Bela,

Cassandra,

Daniela....

Their names are long cold, not yet forgotten - no, never forgotten - but somewhere else, as they don't belong here anymore; not on your arms, tucking them to bed. Not on your hands, caressing their faces. Not on your lips, kissing their foreheads. Not on your tongue, as you say them.

A raspy scream leaves your throat, it sounds disturbing.

You sob, hot tears trailing down your cheeks and neck, small cries for help find their way into the wind, disappearing with less importance then when they materialized.

You cannot recall for how long you stayed at that very same position, perhaps some hours, perhaps a day, but you are certain that at some point you were overcame by tiredness and collapsed - probably the best to do for now.

xxx

And so, rises the moon and the stars watch upon your limp body, the night howling a merciful wind and singing a melodic song. Grunting, you push yourself up with your elbows, sitting up and facing the sky through the hole you've made on the roof... and the levels above...

A huge carcass sits besides you, it's wings bended on itself and it's big mouth open to whoever would like to have a peek; you probably changed back into your normal body while unconscious... Now that you can see it clearly, you notice the damage that man-thing did to you... by heavens, how were you still alive and...

Oh. The castle. You look forward, taking in the horizon - the stars look exclusively shiny tonight - you breath in, the dusty air causes you to chough a few times. Stretching your neck a bit to see your whole house, you tell yourself it looks.. fine, actually, ignoring the broken windows. The broken windows.

It's cold. You shiver harshly, panting as the air meets your bare back and rumbles through your lungs, making you hug yourself, - you're naked, you just realized - the winter in Romania is truly kind to no one.

Your legs tremble with just the thought of trying to stand on your feet. You don't rush to do it either, let the wintry breeze take in your wounds, make it sting, burn it, freeze it; freeze your body along.

“To die. To die is to live. To live without them, that's torture. To live without their presence, absent of their scents, to not hear them, nor see their faces again, that's worse than death; far, far worse. How could I ever walk into that damned house without the heavenly sounds of their laughs, the tapping of their feet as they walk free, the steadiness of their heartbeats, reminding me that my own still beats.

Beats for them. For them only.

And they're gone.

So who shall my heart beat for? Myself? No, that wouldn't do. I will rip it out from my chest if I must, sacrifice it to any god who may hear me, all so I could spend five more minutes with them. Then I'd die in peace and find them at my arms again at whatever comes after this poor life.

But I'm here.”

You still hold yourself as you stare at a castle's - broken - window, new warm tears hanging the same trail the old and now dry ones did, a silent cry.

Your intrusive thoughts were abruptly cut by a loud noise from the inside of the castle, making you jump up, gathering all your last strengths to stand and walk a few shaky steps closer to home. The more you walked, the louder the noises got; a little rustle became a bang, and your tiptoing became a sprint, you hold yourself as tight as you can, ignoring the bleeding, the cold air spiking your lungs, how insanely fast you heartbeat was. You need to get there, protect the last remnant of them you still have.

The gates felt heavy now, even for you, who would open them with one hand. Where is your strength now? The fearless dragon who'd do anything to protect her house? Perhaps she died on that fall, and now all there's left is a shadow of what you were one day.

With much pain, you open the big doors, leading to the comfort of your house; you don't get in, you throw yourself in. The warm atmosphere engulfed you like a summer kiss on a winter storm, all you needed to ground yourself to reality for now. Grabbing some sheets laying over an old counter, you wrap yourself in it – oh, that's gonna get soaked in blood, but that's not of your concern now – moving incredibly fast for someone as hurt as yourself, you follow the continuous sounds that could not mean something good. The main doors are open, the cellar is unlocked as well, that idiotic man-thing couldn't even close the doors once he finished slaughtering your home? Imbecile.

You stand at the library's door now, suddenly frozen; you know what happened in there... do you really want to get in? Are you truly ready to face it again? Maybe you should take a step back and walk away, it would be the most logical decision to take now.

But what is logic when the heart screams? What is the brain for once your emotions take the best of you? You can't walk away. Put some honor on your name. Save the last bit of your daughter that fate is still conceiving you. Your chest rises and falls completely out of coordination, your fists close around the fabric involving your body; get ready, you're going in; gather the last bit of courage you have inside yourself and blast these doors.

And so you do.

You bring those pieces of wood to the ground, the only barrier between you and the reality you couldn't accept; a guttural growl forms in your chest as you see a lycan approach your child's crystalized body; you're blind with ire, sorrow, protectorship - you name it - and it makes you shout at the top of your lungs as you dilacerate the filthy beasts you'd bat your eye at. A bloody trail of corpses marks your way through the castle grounds, your claws dripping with fresh sanguine fluid - which you can't tell if it's from the creatures or from yourself - the crimson path follows you all the way to the other wing of mansion like a spirit who must haunt you for eternity.

You scream like a feral animal, blood soaking the once white cloth around your form; the scream becomes a shriek, which descends to a yelp, ending as a furious cry. You can feel the anger leaving you, like the waters of a waterfall; explosive, big portions of water falling into a numb, deaden lake. Hopefully those waters will carry you with them, you shall fall and sink at a anesthetizing lagoon.

You kneel, eyes closed, eyebrows frowned; a loud sigh fills the deafening silence in the air, your mind is blank – better, your mind is red, scarlet red mixed with black, ire and grief. Slowly, your head lower itself so you're facing the floor.

The big Lady Dimitrescu,

kneeling on a pool of blood, defeated.

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“Lady Dimitrescu!”

Who..? The voice was so far yet so close, you try your best to focus on the direction of the calls but your nerves just won't cooperate.

“Lady!”

Who would be calling for you? Is your mind playing tricks on you now? And since when you were laying on the floor? Too many questions for too little answers. You try to stand up, but a sharp pain on your side made you cry out and fall on your back, face knotted in pain – perhaps your adrenaline rush was keeping you from feeling what was really happening with your body, and now you feel like you're betraying yourself for that.

A small figure approaches you in a fast pace, causing you to unleash your claws one more time and snarl at the not-so-possible threat; you were hurt. Vulnerable. Letting someone close was the last thing you wanted now. The humanoid thing backs away a few steps with your aggressive reaction, hands on their chest, visibly afraid – even though your vision is quite blurry, you identify their expression: scared, desperate, sorrowful – they call out once more, almost shouting.

“Please, Lady Dimitrescu, let me help!”

Ah... Help... The now clearer feminine voice washes over you - a wave of compassion - as if hope has found its way to your house again. Well, it better go away again, or you'll drag it out yourself.

“Out.” was all that left your lips, your intense gaze locking with hers, a silent yet not so discrete warning; although you had only said one word, it was well understood by the woman, who stepped away, eyes still meeting yours, a dreadful cast hang on her face.

Still, she didn't left.

Is that girl testing her luck? It can only be. Once again you warn her: “Leave. I will not repeat myself.”

Her posture stiffens, after a moment of silence she looks at the door, truly wondering about leaving or not; her body turns around, her knuckles going white from how hard she was grabbing the fabric on her chest – she's conflicted. But why? Who is she, after all? – A long, defeated sigh leaves her, as if she knows there is no choice left.

“Allow me to help.” A failed effort on trying to sound confident; her voice is full of tears and her tone is oscillating – it makes you wonder if she has been crying – The human walks towards you, trying not to make any eye contact; you can't stand on your feet, you left hand is pressed on your injured side, the other is open and directing your now extended nails towards her.

Oh how funny it is, no?

The predator being cornered by the prey. The dragon being trapped by the rabbit. How ridiculous it is.

Her extremely shaky hands hang in front of her, trying to say she won't hurt you – oh if she only knew it's going to be the other way round. – One step closer.. Her lips and chin tremble; Another. Your claws grow bigger, eyes peering through her soul; another step, your eyebrows frown, her eyes are teary. The last step - your blood is boiling hot, your nerves on edge; you are still the predator. - a slicing sound and a half-scream saturate the air for a millisecond, just for silence to overfill it once more. Red splashes over the room again, on your face, on your chest, but mostly on the floor, where the girl was thrown at.

An agonizing scream leaves her throat - what a miracle, she remains alive - both of her hands cover her face, blood spilling all over her; what a sight, you would most definitely enjoy this very much on another situation. She cries out in despair, making you face the ceiling and close your eyes, a tired look on your face – you just want all this to end, you don't have any more patience for this. You want to crawl back into your bed and starve, you want to destroy this place, make it abandoned ruins of what one day was a home; you want to kill that damned sickening man-thing, kill this foolish girl for perturbing your grieving, and then yourself.

The woman captures your attention once again, she is kneeling, her body facing yours, her right hand presses her ripped face, the other makes its slow way up to you, although she is trembling, she manages to keep her hand steady enough to hand you a little green flask with a yellow-y label; You look closer, 'treatment disinfectant' it says... Oh you can only be joking. You feel like slaughtering the girl right this instant, but takes in a deep breath and holds the flask, her hand immediately falling along with her body. Is she dead? No, her slow yet consistent breathing exclaims that she is still alive – you honestly find it a bit offensive – You should, but you cannot bring yourself to finish the human; you should end her suffering, but now she caught your attention; and besides, she wants to help, doesn't she? then the price she'll pay is staying alive.

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hahaaa I'm so nervous about posting this,,, ,

and yes! It is a alcina x maiden fic! I do plan it to be slow burn, and if some you liked it and read it till here, please like and/or reblog and I'll post chapter 2!

( posted on Ao3! Name: “The woman in your castle” )

( chapter 2 posted!! )

[floresmarique]

Hello! This is the first one shot i wrote that you can find on my Wattpad too! Also, sorry if there are some mistakes, i'm italian so sometimes i still struggle a bit with my english but i hope you like it ♡

Plot; You are a new pupil in the Cobra Kai dojo and to impress John Kreese you fight with his best student, Johnny lawrence. But Johnny will develop some special feelings towards you...

WARNING: This one shot will contain smut and a bit of violence.

Tags; oral, swallowing, a little bit of bully Johnny at the beginning and a tiny bit of fluff.

Enjoy!

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Since (Y/N) was a kid, she always wanted to enter the fascinating world of Martial Arts but never had the economic possibility to afford the lessons.

But now that she was in California and her parents had a new well paid job, they encouraged her to join a Karate school and she couldn't believe that when they first told her about it with smiling faces.They always knew that (Y/N) wanted to learn Karate as a child and, with the new money they were making, her parents supported (Y/N)'s passion, which made her happy.

Everytime she came back from school, she always stopped by that dojo called 'Cobra Kai'. (Y/N) couldn't stop looking at the perfect moves of those boys, at their amazing grit.

But there was a thing that worried her; she never saw a girl inside the dojo.

Not having girls was kinda old minded and sexist in her opinion.

It's the 80s, for gods sake!

She thought.

But trying wouldn't be too bad, right?

So one day after school, she finally decided to enter inside that place and the first thing her ears heard were some screamed words by the boys. They all looked like soldiers and the Sensei looked like the captain.

"Strike first, strike hard, no mercy!" They shouted in unison and (Y/N) furrowed her brows.

What kind of motto was that?

She didn't know what she was supposed to do, so she just cleared her throat to catch their attention, hoping to not get humiliated by them or the Sensei.

The Sensei looked very rough and rude and the girl noticed that he had a cobra tattooed on his arm, he was the only one with a black gi while everyone else had a white one.

She always wanted to wear one.

The tall man walked towards her, trying to intimidate her with his glare but (Y/N) kept her head high and stared him in the eyes with a straight face.

"How can i help you?" He spoke with a slight grin on his face.

"I'd like to join your dojo."

After her answer, everyone bursted in a loud laugh and (Y/N) started to feel uncomfortable, especially with the man's glare on her.

"We do not accept girls." Was his simple response and she wasn't surprised about it, but disappointed for sure.

"Why not? Girls are capable of kick asses just like boys."

She didn't expect to be that bold, but did she care? No.

She wanted to challenge herself and demonstrate to those immature people that girls can be just as strong.

"That's very brave of you..." He started to slowly walk around her in a circle, only to stop again in front of her with his arms crossed. "I could give you a chance."

(Y/N) smirked, proud of herself while she took off her shoes to stand on the tatami. She was so excited and loved to see the disappointed looks on the boys faces.

"Let's see how good of a fighter you are, shall we?" The Sensei said and she nodded, repeating in her head the techniques she found in some martial arts books.

She felt ready.

"Lawrence, come here."

A blonde, tall boy with a muscular figure stood on the Sensei side, his expression was filled with anger. (Y/N) also noticed that he had a black eye and a black headband wrapped around his head. She couldn't deny that he was pretty hot, but she was too determined to get distracted.

"He's one of my best boys." Sensei smirked and the boys shared an amused look while sitting down on the tatami in a circle. "Good luck."

The man walked away and she and the boy remained at the center of the tatami in the attack position.

The blonde smirked before speaking.

"I'm gonna go easy on yo-" Before he could finish his sentence, (Y/N) kicked him right on top of his stomach, which made the boys howl in amusement. She was the one smirking now, standing again in the same position as before.

"I'm not gonna go easy on you, blondie." (Y/N) stated, and that was where the boy lost it. He started attacking her with punches and kicks that she perfectly shielded, just to punch him right in the face and kick him on his black belt, making him fall on his back.

Before he could stand up again, (Y/N) positioned herself on his lap and bent forward to put her hands under his shoulders to block him with her dead weight. She once saw that position on a book and it was kinda awkward to do since it looked like she was hugging him.

She could smell his sweat and a little bit of perfume, but she also could feel his warm breath against her forehead and it made her shiver a bit. He was attractive and being that close to him clouded her senses so much that she didn't hear Sensei's voice.

"Enough, you can stand up." He demanded.

When they both stood up, the blonde guy adjusted his gi and looked at her dead in the eyes while (Y/N) observed the shocked expressions of the other boys.

"What's your name?" The Sensei asked, walking towards her again. She tried to catch a little bit of breath before answering.

"(Y/N) (L/N)."

"Well, (Y/N), you're in. Consider yourself lucky, this is a privilege."

(Y/N) couldn't contain her happiness and a smile formed on her lips. She was proud of herself and she was sure that even her parents would have been.

"Thank you, Sensei." She said, but before he could respond, she heard the boy behind them speak.

"What?! Is this a joke?!" The same blonde blue eyed boy spoke. "I let her win, obviously. I bet she is not gonna resist a week here."

"Johnny, i'm the one who makes the decisions here."

So his name was Johnny.

Johnny Lawrence.

She heard of him at school, he was considered the 'bad guy' along with his mates but (Y/N) wasn't intimidated by them.

(Y/N) smirked and held out her hand for Johnny to shake.

"Pleasure to finally meet you, Johnny Lawrence."

He looked at her hand and then stared into her eyes with a killing glare.

"The pleasure is all yours."

Johnny refused to shake her hand and walked away, but that didn't wash (Y/N)'s smirk off her face because she had him exactly where she wanted.

She liked some rivalry.

Or so she thought.

For the next weeks, Johnny made her life a living hell.

He would tease her at school or he would start fights while she walked home, fights that (Y/N) either refused or won. Johnny had enough of that. He couldn't believe that a girl, a so innocent looking girl, could always beat his ass better than him.

On the other hand, Johnny also knew that he could hurt her bad if he wanted to, but the truth was that he didn't want to make her suffer. He didn't want to ruin her pretty face with a kick, so in a certain sense he let her always won.

Johnny knew about her even before she came into the dojo that day, he saw her multiple times around Ali or during P.E.

And he wanted her.

His friends thought that he still had his mind set on Ali, but he moved on as soon as he saw (Y/N) at school and when he saw her enter the dojo, his heart was beating so fast that he was afraid she would actually notice it. When she got on top of his lap to block him, Johnny smelled her hair and felt all of her warmth on his body.

And he got a boner too in that exact moment.

There was something about that look on her innocent face, about her fake naivety that he just loved and needed in every sense of the word.

He teased her only to be around her, only to hear her voice again even if it was just to tell him to fuck off.

But he wasn't the only one who was crushing hard on her.

Bobby, his mate, always talked about her to Johnny.

"I want to ask her on a date." He once told Johnny and the rage he felt inside was about to explode, but he couldn't let them know his feelings.

Not yet.

"Why would you do that mate?" Johnny scoffed. "Our plan is to kick her out of Cobra Kai. She will only cause trouble to our dojo. A girl, please, i don't know what Sensei was thinking. Everyone will laugh at us at the tournament because of her."

Johnny was talking bullshit.

She was perfect for Cobra Kai, she had determination and strenght that even some boys would envy.

She would kick everyone's ass at the tournament.

But he couldn't let Bobby ask her out, because he was sure that she would say yes. They always chatted a bit at the dojo during stretching and they even had two or three classes together.

"Johnny, i think you are exaggerating a little bit. She's a badass and god, so pretty."

And after that, Johnny knew that he had to make her his before Bobby would find the courage to ask her out.

And that time came soon.

After another lesson, (Y/N) went to the changing room to take a shower, as always. She was very surprised that there was a changing room for girls since she was the first one that was accepted, but she never questioned it and was pretty happy to have a whole changing room for herself.

She had plans tho, about revolutionating the whole Cobra Kai so that other girls could join in. She also wasn't a fan of their 'no mercy' motto, honor was much more important to her.

While cleaning up her body under the water, she mentally repeated all the things she learned during the last lesson so that she wouldn't forget them and she got so concentrated that she didn't hear steps inside the changing room.

She hummed 'Girls Just Want To Have Fun' while wrapping a towel around her wet body and stepped out of the showers while looking down, adjusting the towel.

"Ohh girls, just wanna have- what the fuck are you doing here?!" Looking up, she saw Johnny completely relaxed on the bench of the changing room, his hair were still a little damp and the blue tight sweater he was wearing perfectly hugged his muscles.

"So is it true, you just wanna have fun?" He raised an eyebrow and gave her a cocky smile.

(Y/N) blushed and wrapped the towel even tighter around her body, embarassed.

"Johnny, what the fuck are you doing here?" She repeated, her cheeks were flushed, both for the rage and embarassment. "Can't you read? It says girls changing room."

"I'm exactly where i'm supposed to be." He stood up from the bench and towered over her figure. (Y/N) rolled her eyes and started brushing her hair while looking into the mirror. "I just wanted to see my dear friend."

(Y/N) widened her eyes and scoffed, shaking her head.

"Friend?" She scrunched up her hair and stared at Johnny's reflection in the mirror. "Since when?"

"Since today." He crossed his arms and observed her, amused by the situation.

"Ok, well, friend" she turned around and sighed. "Can we be friends after i get dressed? We'll talk about this later outside of the changing room."

"Change here, i don't mind. You will not need clothes anyway pretty soon." He nonchalantly said, trying to hide his grin.

"Well i do mind actually, what the hell are-" before (Y/N) could finish her comeback, Johnny pressed his lips on her soft ones, completely shocking her. It was a short kiss, just to see her reaction.

When he pulled away, he stared into her eyes and saw shock in them, but also something that made him smirk.

Lust.

She didn't slap him or even tried to back off. Her slightly open lips and her red cheeks said it all, Johnny didn't need words.

He kissed her again, but in a more ferocious way, and she did the same thing. All the attraction they had for each other was coming out from their bodies and actions.

Johnny backed off while taking her with him, so that he would sit on the bench with her on top of him. She gripped his large shoulders and moaned a little bit when she felt his boner against her thighs. Johnny groaned and held her neck with one hand while the other easily took off the towel from (Y/N)'s still wet body.

"I've wanted to do this for so long." He sighed into her mouth and deepened the kiss. His hands were roaming on her body, not knowing where to stop. He touched her shoulders, her breasts, her arms, her legs.

Her skin was soft and the smell of her was driving him crazy. (Y/N) kissed his cheeks, his forehead and then his lips again, with a desperation that made Johnny even more turned on.

"I always wanted you too..." (Y/N) softly said and caressed his cheek while leaving wet kisses on his jawline and neck. Johnny closed his eyes and then opened them again, he needed to see her desperate for him. He needed to remember her face, her body, the pretty shades of her skin. He wanted her to be printed in his mind for the rest of his life.

"Yeah?" His voice was a lot deeper than usual and also rough. "Fuck, come here."

He took her face in his hands and kissed her again, feeling her little fingers on the buttons of his blue jeans. He knew that she wasn't as innocent as she made people think. And he loved it so much.

"Wait-" He spoke with a ragged breath. "Am i- am i your first?"

He searched for her eyes and when she kept looking down, he raised her chin with two of his fingers so that she could look into his blue eyes.

"Y-Yes." She stuttered.

She was ashamed, but Johnny felt like he was touching heaven with his fingertips.

Because she was the first one for him too.

"You are my first too." He admitted and lightly kissed the top of her nose.

"What about Ali?" (Y/N) furrowed her eyebrows in disbelief.

"We never did anything like this, only some make out sessions...but never like this." He caressed her lips with his fingers and bit his lip, staring down at her naked body.

He thought she was perfect, every curve on her body was, and he felt lucky to have her in that moment. To even speak to her. She was a goddess for him and he knew he needed to keep her in his life forever, because someone like her would be too hard to forget.

She was something else.

"You know, we don't have to rush..." Johnny calmy said, his voice was soft now and he made sure to keep eye contact with her.

He cared.

"I know, it's fine, i want to do it." (Y/N) said, confident about her decision.

"You want to do it... in a changing room?" Johnny raised his eyebrow and (Y/N) giggled at his shocked expression while caressing his golden damp locks.

"Well, wasn't it your plan?" She asked with a grin and Johnny rolled his eyes, a slight blush was appearing on his cheeks.

"Sort of..." He sighed "I just, i don't want our first time to be here, i want it to be more intimate and special."

(Y/N) thought about that and realized that he was right. They didn't even have condoms and it would have been too uncomfortable to have sex for the first time on a bench, considering the pain.

"I guess you are right." She nodded and gave him a peck on the lips. "But... we could do something else..."

Her fingertips traced the line of his abs, covered by his tight sweater. Johnny inhaled some air and rested the back of his head against the wall, grinning at her.

"Well, that was what i had in my mind in the first place..." He winked at her and took her hand that was placed on his belly, just to place it down on the buttons of his jeans. "Let's see how good you are now..."

(Y/N) felt a certain warmth in her stomach at his words and stared at his eyes while unbuttoning his jeans, her fingers were fast and almost desperate to feel him. Johnny eagerly helped her lower his pants, his white boxers showed the prominent boner under them.

(Y/N) slowly got on the cold floor, on her knees between Johnny's legs. Her heart was beating fast against her chest, she felt heat all up in her body and a deep desire for Johnny. She never saw a dick before, except for that one time in her old city where one of her friends had an adult magazine at school and showed it to everyone, and (Y/N) was pretty grossed out by the view of a penis.

"Do you want it?" Johnny deeply asked, his eyes were filled with desire and lust.

"Yes." (Y/N) said and slowly lowered the waistband of his boxers, only to display his full hard lenght.

She didn't feel grossed out now.

Johnny noticed her surprised expression and softly laughed.

"Like what you see, baby?"

(Y/N) shivered at the pet name and nodded, taking his member in her hand to observe it better. Johnny slightly panted at that and gulped, wanting to feel her hand around him.

"Stroke it slowly, baby..." Johnny placed an hand on one of (Y/N)'s shoulders to keep her going.

She did as she was told and observed his eyes and expressions to understand if she was doing it the right way and, judging by his heavy pants, she was.

"Like that?" She innocently asked, pressing her palm on his lenght while stroking it.

"Fuck, yes, like that" Johnny was already a moaning mess, (Y/N) never saw him look more vulnerable than that and she liked to be the one that made him feel that way. The skin of his dick was smooth and warm and it was probably 7 inches long. The head was red and wet with pre-cum that (Y/N) decided to taste with the tip of her tongue, causing Johnny to groan.

"Oh, god- yeah, keep doing that baby..." (Y/N) smirked at his desperation and pressed her tongue on the head of his cock, licking it up and down. Her eyes never left his face, he looked completely gone to the pleasure.

He looked at her with half lidded eyes, his mouth was in a 'o' shape and he was starting to sweat, (Y/N) could see it on his forehead.

Johnny caressed her hair, encouraging her to take his lenght inside her mouth more. His legs were tensed and (Y/N) gripped his toned thighs while going down on him.

"Mmh..." Johnny closed his eyes and thrusted his hips a little forward, but still carefully and slowly to give her time. "Keep stroking it while you suck it, baby..."

(Y/N) welcomed his thrusts into her mouth and wrapped one hand around the end of his dick, stroking it a little faster. The changing room was filled with Johnny's moans and the sloppy sounds of (Y/N)'s mouth wrapped around him.

She could feel herself getting wetter by the second and felt the urge to touch the area between her legs for some friction.

"Oh shit, yes, yes, i'm so close, love-" Johnny took her head in his hands just to feel her movements and opened his eyes to stare down at her. The sight of the pretty girl he wanted for months on her knees with her swollen lips around his dick, were too much for him. "Baby, i'm about to cum-"

(Y/N) looked up at him and managed to show a little grin while staying on his cock, bobbing her head up and down faster than before.

Johnny took the hint; she wanted him to cum inside her mouth.

"Fuck, you want it don't you?" Johnny bit his lip and rested both of his hands on the sides of her face, his cheeks were flushed and his forehead was wet with sweat. "I'm coming, oh fuck, (Y/N)!"

(Y/N) stopped her movements but kept his lenght inside her mouth, she felt his dick contract various times and then a salty and warm liquid squirted on her tongue. His thighs tensed even more and he never left his grip on her face while riding off his orgasm. (Y/N) made sure to swallow everything till the last drop before letting his dick out of her mouth.

Both of them were breathing heavily and Johnny looked high, still trying to recover from the intense pleasure.

"Fuck" he sighed and smiled softly while watching her standing up. She had messy hair and flushed cheeks, her lips were pink and swollen and Johnny couldn't help but to kiss her. "You are incredible, baby..."

"Well, thank you!" (Y/N) giggled and Johnny stood up, kissing her again but only to make her sit on the bench, on the same place he was some seconds ago.

"But i can't let you go like this..." Johnny was now on the floor, gently opening her legs while staring into her eyes. (Y/N) was dying of embarassment, no one ever saw her intimate parts and she felt self conscious about it.

"Shh, don't worry, let me admire you..." Johnny could see that she was nervous and it was important for him to reassure her. He slowly parted her legs without breaking eye contact. Once he saw how wet she was, Johnny licked his lips and slightly smirked at her, amused by her embarassed expression.

"Do you want me?" He whispered, leaving a wet trail of kisses along her thigh. His blue eyes never left hers while doing so. (Y/N) tensed, feeling him that close to her private area was making her sweat. "Tell me."

"Yes, Johnny." She gulped. "I want you."

He took both of her legs and rested them on his shoulders, getting closer to her pulsating pussy.

"Even out of this changing room?"

(Y/N) smiled and nodded, but Johnny wanted to hear her.

"Tell me." He kissed her inner thigh, getting even more closer to her vagina.

"Yes." She panted. "I want you, always."

Johnny grinned and before (Y/N) could blink, he pressed his entire tongue on her aching pussy, making her moan. He kept looking at her, holding her legs with his strong arms and he started to move his tongue in circular motions on her clit.

"Oh, Johnny..." She gasped and tugged at his blonde hair. Everything was new to her, she never felt something like that and she would have never imagined it to happen with Johnny. She for sure dreamed about it, but never expected it to become reality.

"You like it, baby girl?" He asked her, his voice was deep and his lips red and shiny because of her fluids.

"Yes, Johnny, so much!" She moaned when the blonde started sucking on her clit like he was hungry. He was breathing heavily against her, she could feel his warm breath on her pussy and it made her crazy.

"You taste so good, love..." Johnny whispered and reached one of her breasts with an hand to gently stroke her nipple. "You're so beautiful, fuck."

With his other hand, Johnny teased her entrance with one of his fingers but never left her clit untouched. He slowly inserted the tip of his finger inside of her, feeling how tight she was. (Y/N) let out a light squeal at that.

"How do you feel?" He asked her and slowly pumped the tip of his finger inside her.

"It kinda burns, but it's okay." She panted and nodded.

Johnny repeated the same action and watched as she threw her head back in pleasure. He smirked and added a little bit more of his finger inside of her while applying pressure to her clit with his tongue. He felt her legs shake a bit and heard her ragged breath and he couldn't help but think that she was absolutely perfect in those conditions.

She was close and he could see it and feel it.

"Please, Johnny- Oh!" Hearing her moaning his name made him pump his finger faster with the movements of his tongue.

"What do you want?" He groaned against her.

"I want to cum, fuck!"

"Look at me." He demanded. He needed to have her eyes placed on him, it was like a kink for him. "I want you to look at me while you cum on my tongue..."

(Y/N) looked at him but keeping her eyes open was an hard task with that intense pleasure. She wondered where he learned to do that since he said it was his first time, but he probably just was a natural talent.

Just like her.

(Y/N) felt a weird sensation build up in her stomach, a very heavy feeling and she knew what that meant.

"Johnny, i can't!" She panted and tugged harder at his hair, making him groan.

"Cum then, cum for me (Y/N)..."

And she did.

She did while moaning his name repeatedly, trying to look at him while her toes curled behind his back. Johnny had a proud smirk on his wet swollen lips and licked  her fluids with pleasure before standing up to kiss her sweetly on the lips.

(Y/N) still had a ragged breath and was recovering from her orgasm, but she was also scared.

What if he's gonna be an asshole again now and this was just a joke for him? She thought.

They both silently fixed themselves and (Y/N) finally got dressed. Her hair were almost completely dry and she didn't know how to act and wondered why he was so silent now, fixing his hair and clothes infront of the mirror. He looked like nothing happened while (Y/N) was still shocked.

"Will you go out with me this Friday?" He asked and turned around, resting his back against the wall. (Y/N) felt better after his question and gave him a smile.

"Well, usually, boys ask a girl out before they finger fuck her in a changing room-" she grinned and Johnny crossed his arms while letting out a laugh. "But sure, why not."

"Always a tease, aren't you?" He hugged her from behind and (Y/N) felt butterflies in her stomach while he rested his chin on top of her shoulder. "We could go to the Arcade, mh?"

Before she could respond, they heard the voices of the other boys outside of the changing room.

"Johnny!" They shouted. "We have to go, where the hell are you?!"

Johnny sighed and shook his head before speaking again.

"Seems like we are gonna need another shower when we get home, don't you think?"

(Y/N) giggled and gave him a fake disappointed look.

"Yeah, you jerk!" She laughed while putting on her shoes. Johnny gave her a peck on the right cheek and then proceeded to walk away. "Wait, Johnny, have you spied on me while i was under the shower?"

Johnny chuckled and turned his head to look at her.

"Doesn't matter anyway, now."

And after winking at her, he left the changing room with a big proud smile on his face. His mates were shocked when they saw him get out of the girls changing room and howled like little kids.

"Man, what did you do?!" Tommy asked while patting Johnny's shoulder.

Johnny shrugged and smirked.

"Nothing impressive, i'm taking her out on a date on friday."

Bobby was confused and Johnny could see the disappointment written all over his face.

"I thought you wanted to kick her o-"

"There are a lot of things you still don't know about me, dear Bobby" Johnny gave him a friendly slap on the cheek and then saw (Y/N) getting out of the changing room. She waved at everyone and gave a particular smile to Johnny, which he returned. "A lot of things."

[bunchofstraydogs]

Dazai Osamu in a relationship

Just a lil warning before you proceed: dis a chonky one, kay?

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Depending on why Dazai is in a relationship affects how he will act with his partner.

If Dazai is curious about them, enough to enter the relationship,

it will last at best a handful of months, at worst about 2 weeks. Enough to get to know them, test them out in terms of reaction, values, honesty and morality, and get bored of them. Thus leading to him braking up with the person or, if he predicts that the person would react badly and cause a scene, get them to break up with him. But even that is dubious because i doubt Dazai would make the relationship official. He would probably just act as if they're dating, leading the partner to believe they actually are without having to verbally confirm anything, and then as soon as he loses interest, pulls a now-you-see-me-now-you-don't and disappears with little to no notice. Hey, he never said they were dating, he calls everyone Belladona, the fault is that person's for being delusional. Yes, he is an asshole, what did you expect of Dazai?

But if Dazai is in love?? Unrecognizable.

I will make a separate headcanon(? whatever these are I'm writing) on what i think a person should be like to sweep Dazai of his feet, but now i want to concentrate on what he would be like in such a relationship.

Is it possible for Dazai to fall in love? Absolutely. He loved Odasaku and Ango, perhaps not romantically, but he's definitely capable of love. People like him- aware of the world's cruelty, dealing with demons and guilt, roaming the world for the sole reason that they haven't died yet, hoping to find something worthwhile they can feel the need to be selfish about and call theirs; don't fall in love, they crash desperately. It takes a lot for them to feel those emotions, but when they do, they can never really let them go.

He would try to act as he usually does in public and try approaching the subject of his trepidation and disarray in many different ways. Distancing himself and going as far to actively avoid them would just come back and bite him in his boney ass. To effectively avoid someone, you need to know their schedule, hobbies, interests, habits, etc. And having learned that would just constantly remind him of them, they'd never leave his mind. He'd look on the clock, see the time and know that they'll be in that specific class because he knows their whole curriculum and class schedule/ at the grocery because they're surly out of their favourite snack/ doing black laundry and yes, he knows unnecessary details about them as well. After that disastrous failure, he comes back running and commences new ways to handle that person. These beta testings are for him as much as they are for them. Just how much and what exactly does he feel for that person, what buttons can he push and which ones he doesn't want to.

When i say Dazai in love would be unrecognizable, i mean it. Not superficially, where everyone can see it, but where it matters.

After doing his best to rail in the unfamiliar feelings under control, going as far as using some of Mori's techniques, the realization of the situation he's found himself in hits him hard.

He comes back as if nothing happened.

The deadpan that person gives him and a "Are you done with your bullshit or do you need some more time to brood about issues you made with yourself?" He doesn't even blink, "Oh, my Belladona! Does that mean you've missed me? Were you worried about me as well??"

All of this was said in your typical, Dazai maniac style, the only difference is that he actually wants an answer. He wants to hear the confirmation, in whatever form it may come- he can read between the lines and body language, just give him something to work with. He's desperate.

While the public Dazai persona won't change, his inner musings and his approach to the love interest will.

Osamu will, sometimes sneakily, usually not so subtly, immerse himself into their daily life. Get them accustomed and used to his presence. What this will do is cause a sense of familiar coexistence, that of people living together; make the person unconsciously continue to include him in their activities; learn to depend on him (not in a unhealthy, yandere way, but if their car brakes down or they're feelinh unsafe, Dazai will be the first person they feel the urge to call) because Dazai can be reliable and he will be reliable for that special person. He will also be the first person they share good news with as well, because if someone is always there for and with you, it's only natural.

Make no mistakes, Dazai is transparent only when he wants to be.

The reasons he does this is because 1) he wants to gauge their reaction to his great interest in them, 2) mask his subtle advances which are the most important part of integrating himself into their life, 3) to get that person in the position where he needs them to be for him to move on to the next phase of his plan.

Now, i may have said plan, but that's a somewhat loose term since what he'll do next depends on their reaction. He definitely has a rough outline of the whole thing in his head, but he's also adaptable and ready to react accordingly to whatever they may throw his way.

[I will be using l/i or LI for "love interest" bc I'm tired of writing that person or whatever, okay? Good.]

Once his l/i made effort to go out of their way for him or commit any type of love language, basically:

act of service- pay for his bills, massage his shoulders, buy crab based food or alchohol he really likes for their own fridge so that he can have it when he's over (often) even if they don't like those things especially then

words of affirmation- thank you Dazai, how was your sleep?, please take better care of yourself i can't help you if you're not making an effort

physical touch- ruffle his hair, lean on him when tired, hold his hand or wrist because it's crowded and it would be a pain to search for you Dazai

gift giving- "I noticed you were running out of bandages", "I bought you food, figured your lost case would forget to eat", "saw this mackerel, reminded me of you^^" "BELLADONA, NO >:("

quality time- spending nights with him because he has insomnia, playing games at the arcade, drive around town run from the cops

He would be overwhelmed. In the best way possible. He'd feel overwhelmingly good and pleasant and warm and worried.

He didn't feel like this, ever.

Not even with Odasaku and Ango. They were probably his first friends, but that's the thing. They didn't make his heart race, they didn't throw him into panic attacks, they didn't overwhelm him, they didn't keep him up at night because he couldn't get them out of his head or completely monopolise his mind during the day.

He gets panic attacks.

A lot of them, actually. Usually he can fake being fine, but sometimes he hyperventilates and can't breathe and all that he can smell is the blood on his hands and his chest is as hollow as l/i's eyes. He knows what can happen. They can and will be used against him. Hell, it could even be an accident. He is vulnerable just because they exist and he can't do shit about it.

He could do his thing: pull some strings, have them move to another country and never speak to each other ever again. He has the power, but he lacks the strength. He could do it, but he doesn't want to. His thumb won't press the numbers, his voice died out, his mind went blank.

The wind blows and it carries their scent with it. The bells ring and it's their laughter that resonates within. His bandages ruffle and it's the warmth of their touch he feels. He's dying, but he's not just ready yet to leave. Hopefully, Odasaku will patiently keep a seat for him.

That was what gave him away, actually.

That's when Ranpo realised, with zero doubt, that Dazai Osamu is in love.

Dazai could be going on and on about suicide.

Enter l/i.

"I found an amazing tree yesterday with really sturdy branches. I wanted to test them out today, but i promised l/i I'd go to the new bakery with them today and who would they go with if i die?? Unacceptable!"

Ranpo: "A new bakery? I'll happily take your place."

"UNACCEPTABLE!!"

With every panic attack he feels stranded on an island in the sea of death.

He's exhausted. For the first time he finally wants to escape alive. Then they walk in and the storm in the sea moves to his heart. And into his stomach and his hands and his knees.

"I'm here for you, Osamu. Everything is going to be fine."

His insomnia goes by a different name now.

It still keeps him up at night and makes him restless.

But this time, when he fills his nth glass of whiskey for the night, when the TV is muted and the trafic quiet, when he can hear their breathing beside him in their shared bed, he raises the glass to hope for the halcyon days.

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Fucking finally. You think you're exhausted, you waste of bandages?? I have a final today I'm going to fail and actually wrote about your musky ass. You try doing that with my brain.

Hope you guys like it and if you made it this far, here's a cup of ☕ or 🍵, whichever you prefer. I wrote him as i see and envision him. Hope it all makes sense. He's a complicated character, but he is still human and he is not immune to emotions.

Have a good one~☆

I will probably come up with more things for him, because i doubt i covered everything, but for now this shall do.

[nsfwshiggy]

taste

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paring: keigo (hawks) x fem!reader

warnings: 18+, slight public sex, handjob, under the table, having to keep quiet, orgasm denial, sub/dom kinda(?), dumbification, noncon/dubcon, unprotected vaginal sex

word count: 2k

author's note: this is slightly based off an nsfw audio i listened to a few months ago but it is not fully like it. i cant remember the person who made it but all credit ideas go to him. i wrote this while watching minecraft videos lol please enjoy! comments and constructive criticism is welcomed and encouraged!

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this wasn't the first time you had brought your boyfriend over to your parents house but every time he was over, you loved to push him more and more. you wanted to see how far you could tease him in front of your parents.

the first time you kissed him way too many times in front of your parents. the second time you purposely wore a low-cut dress that was way too short and then made sure to sit on his lap every chance you got. and tonight, would be the third time and you really wanted to push his limits. he was really easy.

"please come in. we were all waiting for you at the dinner table." your mom says when she answered the door. he was late like normal. you followed him with your eyes until he sat next to you and whispered something in your ear, "did you really have to wear something like that again?"

all you could do was laugh while he spoke to the rest of your family and apologized for being late. you patted his thigh but that was all you did for now. it was only the beginning of the game you were about to play. an extremely dangerous game. "shall we just begin dinner?" you ask while looking around the table. you wanted to start already but you needed everyone focused on other things.

your mother smiled at you and passed around the food so everyone could get some on their plates while they continued to talk amongst themselves about nothing important. so far so good.

you were glad that keigo sat on your right side because that was your dominate hand so this could easily be done and it could go smoothly only if your lovely boyfriend followed along. you slowly moved your hand to rest on top of his thigh that was resting against yours. you started to rub little circles on the inside of his thigh and then slowly started to climb up his thigh with your finger, softly almost too softly because keigo could barely feel a thing until you rubbed against his crotch.

you ran your fingernail along his zipper, up and down putting slight pressure every time. you finally got a reaction out of him even if it was a slight hitch of his breath. out of the corner of your eye you could see him looking at you, but you carried on talking with your mother that was sitting across from you.

you hear him start talking with your father and brother as if nothing even happened. you could feel the outline of his dick through is pants so you traced it with a single finger before you slowly unzipped his zipper. it was honestly hard to do this with one hand and in the position, you were in.

you whispered into keigo's ear, "be a good boy" while running your tongue against his ear ever so slightly. the next obstacle was his jean button, you needed both hands for that. "why don't you unbutton your pants for me?" you ask him while leaning over to him pretending to pick something up off the floor. keigo was good at following directions so he did what he was told.

you look down at your lap and then looked over to his lap, you could see that he was slightly hard under his boxers and because his pants were undone his dick was nearly falling out. you left him alone for a few minutes and let him become even more needy. you felt his hand land on your unclothed thigh, and you laugh, like your brother had said something funny but you were really laughing at him, grabbing his hand and putting it back on his own lap. you shake your head in response to this. this was your game, and you were the leader.

another 5 minutes had passed, and you still hadn't touched him. but with just him sitting there with his dick halfway out made him fully erect because he could easily be caught by his girlfriend’s family and he would have no idea what to do. this was turning him on so much - the thrill of not knowing if he'll get caught was something that he loved. he could feel your hand squeeze his leg once again - finally. he needed release.

like a little person walking up his leg your two fingers slowly climbed his leg reaching his aching dick. you use one of your fingers to pull down his boxers letting him be fully exposed. the cool air quickly found his hot flesh which made him shiver needing you to hurry and touch him. you took him by surprise and fully grabbed his dick in your hand and started to pump up and down. you could hear him coughing to cover up his moans and you feel him move his arm on to the top of your chair slightly moving closer to you. while doing this you both were having full conversations with your family members.

to tease him again you let him go again but since his little friend was so hard, he was standing up straight, you were almost positive you could see the tip of it over the table. you wore a short dress and no panties for a reason, you moved your hand onto your lap and spread your legs apart. just from teasing him you were already wet, and you were sure if you had to stand up right now there would be a wet spot on your chair.

you ran your hand up your wet slit collecting your wetness so you could use it to make his dick wet. almost like giving him a blowjob but without your mouth. he couldn't see what you were doing and that was a good thing. you moved your hand back over to his dick, you could tell this caught him by surprise by the way he gasped which then he tried to cover with another cough. you didn't know if it was from the wetness or just because you were touching him again but you didn't care, you loved getting reactions out of him.

he looked at you confused because your hand was wet now without even getting it wet from your mouth. you looked back at him and winked - almost telling him that the wetness was from your pussy. he got the hint you continued to move your hand up and down and sometimes rubbing your thumb over the slit gathering the precum that was leaking out.

you didn't know what you were gonna do when he fully came because usually when keigo cums it's a lot and it shoots out sometimes going everywhere. you knew he was close now by how hard he was squeezing your shoulder. and then you thought of something - don't let him finish. you laughed at yourself for thinking something so evil but you wanted him to punish you later for it so you picked up your pace.

his fingernails were now digging into your skin and he was breathing was heavy now. he was almost there. he slumped down into his chair with his legs spreading outwards, so close. you looked over to him and smiled sweetly before letting him go. while looking into his eyes you could see the light going out. his orgasm never reaching the breaking point. he was mad you could tell just by looking at him. all you did was smile at him before whispering into his ear, "looks like i've been a bad girl, who needs to be punished."

dinner was finished now and keigo had tucked his dick away back into his pants - still painfully hard. you ask your parents if they needed help with the dishes but keigo was already trying to pull you away. "no it's okay sweetie. i have to get dessert ready so you both go wait in the living room" your mom says. you smile at her and turn away keigo following behind you.

you turn around and look at him with puppy dog eyes, "keigo" you moan to him. he was aggravated with you but you could careless. "do you want to punish me.." you say into one ear, "i've been a very bad girl" you tell him in the other ear. he smiles at you before dragging you into your bedroom. you yell to your parents in the kitchen that you needed to show keigo something in your room and that you both would be back soon.

before you could even close the door keigo was pushing up your dress. you could feel the tip of his dick rubbing against your slit. "w-wait let me at least close the door first" you say looking back at him before closing and locking the door. he pushed you onto the bed and makes you get on all fours. once again he is pushing up your dress and slapping his dick along the slit of your pussy.

"are you going to fuck me or what?" you ask him impatiently. you could hear him laugh at you, "now now now don't be so impatient" he tells you before slamming into you. it was tight but it didn't hurt at all. it felt incredible every time he would thrust into you. he was being so forceful that the bed frame was hitting the wall and making a loud noise every time it collided.

you were feeling so good that you didn't care about the noise. keigo pushed your head down into the pillows making his dick go deeper inside of you pushing against the sweet spongy spot deep inside you. he knew how to fuck you right and you never had to tell him where you liked it. "fuck keigo please" you moan loudly. you had to stick your fingers in your mouth with how loud you were being.

you were being fucked so good that your eyes were going crosseyed, "oh look at my pretty baby being fucked stupid" you hear your boyfriend say to you while slapping your ass making it sting. because of the bed frame hitting the wall you could barely hear your mother knocking on the door telling you that the dessert was ready.

you could hear keigo tell her something but you were so far gone that you couldn't make out anything he had said. keigo was close to cumming and had told you that he was cumming inside of you, you didn't care. you loved when he used your body like this. being fucking stupid was your favorite thing he could do to you. you feel him fill you up with his hot seed before pulling out leaving you on the bed shaking.

you hear him going through some of your drawers before pulling out panties and throwing them at you. "put these on. for punishment you have to hold my cum inside of you while we go have dessert" he says before cleaning himself up and walking out of the room not helping you or letting you cum.

©️nsfwshiggy

[shozaii]

title: the free! boys reacting to you holding their faces. (headcanons)

genre: fluff.

masterlist.

extra notes: a few months into dating, and their s/o finally gathers up the courage to hold the boys’ faces. how exactly would they react? i’ve also added some songs which would possibly go great with the boys! enjoy~~~

first of all, makoto.exe has stopped working.

you were probably on the couch, in the most comfortable cuddling position. and you can’t help but look into his beautiful, emerald green eyes, now glowing brightly under the ceiling light of the living room. it somehow is so effective - you drown in them the more you gaze into them. even the eyes look like they’re smiling. how was that even possible?

so involuntarily, your hand reaches for his face, your palm resting in between his cheek and jawline. 

makoto go SHOOK !!

“e-eh?!” he gasps at the sudden contact of your skin against his. realizing it was only you, he softened, now nuzzling his cheek against your palm. “you took me out of my daze...! would you like anything, angel?”

you brought your face up, his point of view now completely matching yours (cue pov by ariana grande oOPS)

 “you’re too cute.”

“y/n-chan, i might explode from blushing too much— but i must say, you’re cuter.”

he can get really smooth when it comes to praising you and such, i can tell. makoto has the blood of being husband material, and i will stand corrected.

tons of blushing, lots of kisses too. expect that coming your way \OwO/

no thoughts, head go brr

literally, this man just went brr when he felt this new feel of contact on his face. his eyes open wide, like this 👁👁

this probably happened after the two of you took a relaxing dip in the bathtub (because he found out that you were vv tired from all the workload you had waiting for you), and the both of you laid in bed, with you hugging him, and his arm wrapped around your figure. it’s almost his favorite position, but he wouldn’t admit it.

“are you feeling better now....?” he asked you with the usual soft tone in his voice.

slowly, you reached your hand up to his face. “absolutely.” (hmmm, cue art deco by lana del rey)

cue the brr !! what is this new form of contact? was he dreaming? this was you, right? hello...??

“haru! haru, love, are you doing okay? why do you look...flushed?”

“who, me? not at all.” and to think that he would say all of this in the most calm and collected manner, without stammering. when in reality he is slowly turning red, and his heart is violently beating, completely being in love with you.

“actually......i like this. can you do it more....often?”

when i first saw rin, the only thing i can think of when he is with his s/o is that he is a genius. in. making you. fluster. he doesn’t even have to try so hard to make you melt into a puddle. with a literal grin, your heart could skip a beat or two.

shark boy do be looking good tho, need i say more?😌

so i’d like to believe that in order to make rin malfunction, just give him affection. give him headpats. peck him on the lips before he goes out for training. enough to make the boy blush all the way, till his friends notice.

then there’s this face holding. you’ve never exactly held his face before, and you wanted to, so badly. (she by harry styles. wink wonk)

it was probably because he kept teasing you that one particular day. 

gou supports this 1000000000%

before his swimming practice, he needs his pep talks from his baby, because why not ;))))

and he’s a lil worried this time ‘cause he wants to make you happy, so he’s moving around a lot more, his breaths shorter, his hands getting colder.

“hey, hey rin. look at me.” and slowly, you place your palm on his cheek, bringing his face to look at you

at this point he’s already red. like red red. “eh? huh? i’m....wha-...?”

“win or lose, you’ll always be the best to me,” you smiled. your hands were warm at that moment, which was why he did not flinch away. the difference in body temperature was huge anyway. cue him sinking into your touch, while he covers his face with his towel. “you got me good this time.”

“now i’m only stating the truth, rin-kun~,” you cooed, sticking your tongue out.

you are his serotonin booster. 10000/10 would want you to hold his face again. please.

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(a/n): i only wrote three for today!! i promiseeee you i could’ve written more, but hey, let’s start it off pretty simple for now, shall we?? i hope you do enjoy reading this! take care and ily all! kissy🥺💕💕

[lululawrence]

hello!! i was wondering if u had a werewolf tag for fics? i would search it but not sure how to use tumblr that well :)) if not do u have recs? LOVE U HAVE A NICE DAY<333

hi babes! i don't have one here... damn that's a fucking great idea. hahaha i'm HORRIBLY unorganized when it comes to tags for fics on tumblr. i mostly use ao3 for the organization of fics. so! that said, i defo DO have recs for you!

you didn't specify pairing, which makes me smile because i get to rec rare pairs in addition to larry and hope you read them hehe okay, here we go!

He Carries The Key by me (8k, NR, niall/louis) - this fic is the only one of mine i'll include, okay? promise haha but it is also one i wrote for wordplay just a week or two ago and it's werewolves and a pack fic and i just had a lot of fun. very soft. much fluff. many feels. i hope you enjoy. lol

There's Fur Everywhere by @londonfoginacup / LadyLondonderry (4k, G, Harry/Louis) - this is a 5 times fic, and it's HYSTERICAL. it feels slightly spoilery for me to even be including it on this list, but also... it's still fucking hilarious. emmu is queen of the crack fic that makes you feel all the soft and wonderful things, and she doesn't disappoint with this one.

I Hear Them Calling for You by @jaerie / jaerie (6k, E, Harry/Louis) - this fic is... not for everyone. like at all. please please please read the tags and the summary and if you don't like it or it makes you uncomfortable, then close right out of it. as for ME i loved what she explored with it, all the emotions and the story and worldbuilding of it all. i thought it was fantastic and incredibly interesting. it is A/B/O, pack fic with claiming and... yeah. it's amazing.

Campus Creatures by @kingsofeverything / kingsofeverything and @louandhazaf / YesIsAWorld (25k, E, Harry/Louis) - werewolves! vampires! fae! university! frat houses! science research positions being vied for! enemies to lovers! like... not sure what more you could ASK for, but there's also a fuck ton of humor and nudity and sexual tension and... it's just a lot of fun. can't go wrong, really. haha

From What I've Tasted of Desire by @evilovesyou / 4ureyesonly28 (72k, T, Harry/Louis) - okay so i'm including this one even though like... harry and louis aren't werewolves. but it's a twilight au, so there ARE werewolves and i'm ASSUMING you know twilight and therefore know that means you know they're pretty involved and... that's true for this fic too. ahha for real, though, i love evi's writing and this fic was one of my first introductions to it and it was a fun read, so i wanted to include it in case it had enough of the werewolf flair to entice you haha

Compete Against the Stars by @daggerandrose / amomentoflove (31k, M, Harry/Louis) - omg okay so this one is like ANGSTY AF and i FUCKING LOVE IT because it's one of those fics that you HOPE you have figured out, and you probably do, but also there's SO many twists and turns to it all that you just have NO idea how it's all gonna work out and omg are they gonna just ruin it all for themselves by being stupid and ahhhhh the tension of just FIGURING OUT HOW THEY GET IT ALL TO WORK OUT!!! and of course it does. hahaha but HOW??? this is a RIDE and in my mind feels like a longer fic than 31k in the best of ways, they did an amazing job of packing a LOT of world building and storytelling into those 31k.

the straight for your heart (wolfpack au) series by foreverkneeld and foundfamilyvevo (96k, T/G, Multiple or No pairings including Niall/Louis, Zayn/Liam, OT5, and Shawn/Niall) - This series is the ultimate hurt/comfort and healing pack fic series omg. it was recommended to me when i was in a super hard time and my anxiety was so bad i couldn't focus on anything. These short fics that all focused so much on healing and found family were exactly what i needed. so so soft, so lovely. I still haven't read them all because i'm saving them for when i need them. they're glorious.

when the air ran out and we both started running wild by darlingjustdont (48k, M, Nick/Louis) - OMG OKAY LISTEN THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVS. a tomlinshaw werewolf pack fic?! ahhhhhhhhh i was SO happy when i discovered this one. louis is alpha of the pack and things are... shaky, shall we say. there's a lot going on that he's worried about and then he meets nick and it's kind of enemies to lovers? okay, more than kind of. but omg the FEELS. SO. MANY. FEELS. but also danger and a;lsdgkhas;ldfkja just please read this and rave with me because i don't have many i can talk about this one with and i LOVE IT.

You Smell Like by mystic_believexx (185k, M, Harry/Louis) - i had no idea this fic was so long hahahaha wow ANYWAY louis is human, but he's always been close with harry and therefore basically a part of his pack. but then one day harry leaves and louis kind of accidentally becomes the pack alpha. even though he's human. but there's SO much more to it. there's just sooooo much with the friendship and the pack bond as well as the danger and trying to figure out what the hell is going on... it's just a LOT and one of those epic fics that i still think about even though i read it...a year and a half ago i guess. but it's amazing and i highly recommend it if the word count doesn't scare you away haha

Canyon Moon by @eeveelou / delsicle (41k, E, Harry/Louis) - this is a lion king au, made a/b/o werewolves! i really enjoyed this one a lot, actually, because i could absolutely see the parallels, but also the way it was adapted made it so it wasn't always obvious how it would all play out. it was a really interesting and cool world building as well.

The Truth I Can't Explain (Smoke and Mirrors) by @fallinglikethis / FallingLikeThis (9k, M, Harry/Louis) - ohhhhh this one is SO cool cause it's by tabby so she made it incredibly fun and fascinating to try to figure out. there's magic and mages and werewolves and feuds and they're basically on the eve of battle and holy cow it's just SO cool.

One Touch Is Never Enough by @kingsofeverything / kingsofeverything (4k, E, Harry/Louis) - once again lauren delivers and there's just so much i keep giggling about with this because it is SO fun. there's a lot that louis is dealing with in this fic hahaha and the way she writes it all is so funny. the poor man just wants a fucking massage! lololol it's lighthearted, humorous, and basically filled with fluff, crack, and smut. hahaha

Knot Safe For Work by @jaerie / jaerie (6k, E, Harry/Louis) - a;sldkgha;lfdkjas listen i forgot about this fic until i found it in my bookmarks for werewolves because jenna writes so many fucking amazing fics that when i think of werewolves, i think of at least two others first, but i could NOT do this rec without this fic because now that i remember it exists i am going to have to go and read it again! hahaha harry's a werewolf, louis is a wizard, there's knotting dildos and table sex and... just read it. lolol

Saving's What I Need by @jaerie / jaerie (17k, M, Harry/Louis) - writer louis is out for a drive one day and he hits a dog. THIS POOR DOG! he takes it to the vet and tries his best to take care of it... but things are not as they seem. because yeah, harry is defo not a dog. lollllll this fic was hilarious and sweet and omg there's just so much to love about it. there were so many more emotions in it than i expected. loooove!

Out of the Wild by @jaerie / jaerie (22k, E, Harry/Louis) - this fic has such fun world building, which is actually a huge strength of jenna's fics and you'll hear me rave about it with all 50 of her fics that will end up on this rec list (not really 50, but ya know lol). louis is a fairly wild and undomesticated wolf and harry's from the city and they end up as roommates during the x factor process. oh my word this fic is so fun because of all the challenges they're going through PLUS the wolf side of things and just... the way they work together and navigate it all as well as falling for each other is pure gold.

Out With The Old, In With The New by, you guessed it, @jaerie / jaerie (7k, E, Harry/Louis) - listen, just. this one is smutty as hell and it's gonna take you some places that some people will be uncomfortable with, which is totally valid and fair. please be sure to read the tags and make your decision on whether or not to read accordingly, but also know that its written in a super interesting way that is also pretty amazing if you do decide to give it a shot. lol

Instincts by @marastarfar / StarFar ( 100k so far - it's a WIP!, T, Harry/Louis) - omg listen. i LOVE mara's fics so much and when this first posted it was a one shot little thing that was FASCINATING. i loved it! and then i was happily surprised when i learned more was added to it. and then it was turned into a wip and omg i am so far behind now but i trust mara with my life because i love everything i've read by them and what i've read of this so far is INCREDIBLE so just. yeah. lollll

There's a Power in What You Do by @londonfoginacup / LadyLondonderry (7k, T, Harry/Louis) - i just read my comment i left on this one and it was just mainly me begging for time stamps because there wasn't any way for her to improve upon the perfection of this fic (nesting! softness! even a silly comment in her endnotes to perfectly cap it all!), but i still wanted to remain in the story just a bit longer and learn more about them. hahaha anyway, those time stamps aren't happening, but this fic is still complete perfection.

amaryllis by @hattalove / hattalove (147k, E, Harry/Louis) - for a long time this was thought of as THE werewolf fic. if anyone was talking about a werewolf fic, it was probably this one. is that still the case? probably. i'm not sure. ANYWAY. there's a REASON it was THE werewolf fic and that's because this is amazing. it sucks you in and you feel like you're truly a part of the action. it's filled with the vibe of found family and wanting to figure out what happened while also adjusting to your new life and just... so many feelings. so much angst. SO fantastically epic.