#5 is a little half and half but a few are obvi

[nightingale2004]

Arachne cabin hcs 🕷

Mos of the kids of Arachne cabin have long arms and legs, which make them very tall from 6 to 7 feet.

Most of Arachne's kids are tall, but it's not completely rare to find a normal 5-foot kid in Arachne's cabin, but it is uncommon to find them

These kids are arts and crafts masters. They are also insanely creative and intelligent

Their cabin on the outside is black with spider web decoration and their mother's symbol, which is a spider (obvi) , but the inside is filled with items they made from arts and crafts along with some greenery that makes it look a little bit like a terrarium

Some of Arachne cabin aren't just skilled in the arts and crafts department but are very skilled in engineering, design, architecture, and manufacturing

When you're a child of Arachne, your powers kick in very early in your life.

The children of Arachne's powers are similar to Spiderman. Web fluid coming out of your arms, the power to stick to any surface, super strength, stamina, agility and flexibility, and of course the spider senses.

Powers of Arachne's children also include communicating and controlling spiders. They also have the rare ability to see the future, which very few of her children have.

Once you're claimed by Arachne, the symbol of a spider will appear above you, but you will also gain extra sets of arms and eyes, which you can retract once you've trained your abilities, they also get fangs.

They don't like Athena's cabin at all due to the history with both their mothers

Most of the Arachne cabin is very flexible, like an expert in gymnastics, kind of flexible, including very acrobatic.

Believe it or not, some of them do like standing or hanging upside down on the roof of their cabin (it helps get the blood flowing in their opinion)

Arachne's cabin are very distant, with others in camp half blood who aren't a part of their cabin, so they tend to keep to themselves

Their spider senses don't just warn them of danger, but it can also sense another child of Arachne or demigod child. But their senses go crazy if it's one of the big three's children or if Kronos is around

Arachne cabin consider themselves great judges of character

The Arachne cabin also has a love for insects. Not just spiders

Since their mother was a monster before she was a goddess, the children of Arachne have a scent that can help them blend in with other monsters

Due to what they are and their abilities, some of the children of Arachne cabin don't have the best home life or even the greatest self-image of themselves with their extra sets of arms and eyes, but they do find comfort with their half-siblings since they all look freaky to each other and they're not alone.

If a child of Arachne bites you, their fangs are filled with venom, which can cause headaches, pain, swelling, cold sweats, minor hallucinations, nausea, difficulty breathing, paralysis, fevers, aches, and you'll pass out. It also lasts up to a few minutes up to an hour or two, depending on how much venom they injected in you with the bite.

They are also a bit on the emo side

Despite liking spiders and their mother's symbols, being a spider. They don't like blood at all and feel queasy and faint at the sight of blood or even thinking about blood.

The arachne children are also very light on their feet

(Enjoy)

[stupidlovergirl]

Human TV I Think They'd Watch

All the Bros and Dateables

Dev Notes:I have been watching Kitchen Nightmares while writing and how I think Barbatos might like it,, and then it lead to what human world TV they might like,,, maybe spent a little to much time on it instead of working on WIPs

Lucifer

Really likes old people TV

He watches things like How It’s Made, National Geographic documentaries, if he wants a little laugh those shows about “aliens”. Skin Walker Ranch is his dirty little side piece TV show

He just enjoys educational shows because they are easy to tune out

Really loves Soap Operas. Young and the Restless and General Hospital are kept up with religiously(hah). He, Diavolo, and Barbatos usually watch it. Dia really likes it and Barbatos watches when working with Dia second hand while doing work. He latched on after watching it in the background a few times.

Also, just the news. Mans will put on a 24 hour news station and will keep it on for like, 5 days. 

Mammon

He watches Harrison Porter, so give him the joy that is Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit.

Would also enjoy the Spiderwick Chronicles movie since he doesn’t know how bad it was compared to the books

Just a big fantasy fan honestly. Loves them.

On another note, he also loves trashy reality TV and News. The only one who beats out his love for celebrity gossip is Asmo. When he is putting on a TV show to go brain dead to its something from TLC, like 90 Day Fiance, I Love a Mama’s Boy, etc. 

He watches the Kentucky Derby, bets on it a lot (loses a lot too)

His dirty secret show/movies are Hallmark movies. He watches them when he won’t get caught. Hopeless romantic nerd (Affectionate)

Leviathan

You’re joking

You’re joking right?

Anime or DIE!!! (/hj)

Also really popular fantasy movies based on books. He will rip them to shreds when you watch them. Can be fun if you read the books, annoying if you haven’t.

Has a soft spot for magical girl animes, obvi

There isn’t really much to elaborate on, half of his personality is anime and nerd stuff.

Just a few favorites I think he might have with no explanation:

Tokyo Mew Mew, Yugi-Oh, Death Note, Naruto, Angel Beats, Lucky Star, Soul Eater, Watamote, Saint Tail, and Cowboy Bebop

Satan

King of detective shows

He loves trying to find them out

It is canon he loves the Devildom equivalent of Midsomer Murders, so just show him that too

I think he would like Forensic Files too.

Also, thriller movies. And psychological horror movies.

He loves them, he typically can predict an ending, but it's nice to see how they write out how the characters themselves find out

Asmo

Trashy reality TV!!!!!

He and Mammon watch 90 Day and Mama's boy and talk shit about them.

Loves Maury, Jerry Springer (rip my king), Parent Court when he's feeling a little frisky

Next Top Model and RuPaul's Drag Race. It's about the DRAMA! The OUTFITS!

Watched part of Euphoria but honestly? Found it mid. Sorry but he just couldn't understand the hype after the writing started to plummet.

Has watched Jersey Shore, will not elaborate on his opinion.

Tbh, he also doesn't really watch much because he feels like he has better things to do with his time, he only watches it for Brotherly Bonding, and for background noise

Beel

Haha, big guy hardly watches TV

Watches workout videos primarily

He likes learning new work out and dietary things

Has been banned from watching any type of food shows. Sorry Diners, Drive-Ins, and Dives.

Will participate in movie night, primarily for food, buhe does pay attention

Honestly just watches whatever someone else typically puts on with no complaint

Belphie

Much like his twin, doesn't typically seek out TV watching.

Much easier to watch on his phone

He does enjoy satisfying videos

Watches Rug cleaning videos, silly ASMR videos, Video essays when he can't sleep and gets curious. Loves obscure media and icebergs.

The essays are about the only thing that goes on the TV

Sorry but he just doesn't care much.

Will also participate in movie night, almost always falls asleep. Still can tell you the entire plot of the film.

On a very rare occasion will watch South Park. Will not elaborate on this one.

Solomon

Loves old TV shows to some newer ones

I Love Lucy, The Twilight Zone, The Muppet Show

I cant really explain the Muppet Show, but I know its true, it is in my bones

Honestly loves older sitcoms. They just hit different.

Can I mention I Dreamed a Genie and Bewitched? Classics in his eyes. Would fight to the death for them

Will make a off hand comment on how he doesn't feel like TV is the same anymore

Watches reality TV in the background when Asmo turns it on when he lounges in either one of their rooms

I feel like I just can't explain most of these, but they are the truth in my heart and that is enough

Simeon

Haha...What?

Watches whatever Luke or Solomon puts on or whatever someone else would suggest

He has a preference for books most of the time I feel like. Just goes with the flow

Just suggest something and he'll put it up for the next movie night when it's his choice

I really can't think of one he would pick oops.

Barbatos

He watches whatever Diavolo puts on in the background. Likes the Soap Operas some times, gets a little annoyed with anime voices when he has a migraine.

Kitchen Nightmares and Hell's Kitchen just hits right for him. Loves the insults

He doesn't much watch TV either though. Prefers audio books since they are easier to carry around

You essentially have to beg to watch TV with him, he's a busy butler ya'know?

Diavolo

KING OF FLEXIBILITY

Has watched all of it, and will continue to do so.

Has a special place for Soap Operas and Ruri-Chan

Seen all the classics, the new block busters, all of it

Honestly you wonder how he gets the time?

He really likes consuming stuff, so he does it when he is working on paper work he puts on the subtitles and turning the audio on low and going HAM

Couldn't be me, I would get distracted

For the most part he's watched it all, and what he hasn't is on his to watch list. He just likes talking to his friends about it :)

Luke

GREAT! BRITISH! BAKE! OFF!

He likes seeing the different foods

It inspires him so much, it's so cute watching his eyes sparkle as he sees something he likes and he writes it down on his phone

Also, he really likes watching Bluey. He lets Simeon and Solomon, and Barbatos found out (because he knows everything), but would DIE if anyone else found out

Also likes early 80's and bad CG horror movies. Kid literally laughs and Mammon is losing his mind next to him. I think because of the bad effects it makes it more tolerable.

Killer Klowns from Outer Space slaps man what can the kid say?

I think I'm projecting hard onto him,, but he's my son so it doesn't matter

[vexcraft]

Need help with Convex, please!

Hi, Hermitcraft enjoyer who jumped on in Season 7 here. I recently finished updating my hermit tier list (gives my fingers something to do while watching episodes) and found that Scar and Cub are my fourth and third place favourites respectively. (Zedaph and Gem btw). Obvi this got me thinking about how there is, theoretically, an entire season and a half's worth of dynamic between them that I've never seen! This is exciting, except, I don't really have time to watch through the whole of their seasons 5 and 6 to get to the good duo stuff. (Both of their season 6 lineups are well over 100 episodes... Cub has over 200!! Yikes.)

So I'm consulting you, an expert, to help me out. Is there a list of particular episodes that show off their dynamic especially well? Or, if not that, then is there a good jumping on point from one or both perspectives to get right to the good stuff? I suspect the seasons don't just start with them teamed up after all. A number past which they're already an established group would be nice to know.

hello! welcome to a massive rabbithole :D

there are two playlists of the episodes with their interactions (s4 & s5 and s6) if that's something you would be interested in, though i can't necessarily recommend those for properly wanting to learn about them as you would miss quite a lot of stuff and things will most likely feel confusing :p if i remember correctly the vex stuff starts in scar's episode 24 and cub's episode 40 in s5 so i guess that could maybe be a bit of a jumping on point? (though there are a few pranks before that, you can find a links to the prank episodes here)

unfortunately the thing with convex stuff is that it's rather... complicated. it's everywhere, once you start looking. little bits and casual mentions all over the place. my best tip would probably be trying to watch through the seasons while doing something else, having the episodes play in the background so you can tune in when something sounds important, or skimming through things like long parts focused purely on building to get to the more relevant stuff. scar's seasons have less of the vex stuff but they're also a lot shorter and easier to get through and with that knowledge you can pretty easily watch cub's episodes from here and there and have some sort of an idea of what is going on :D it's a lot but man is it also a lot of fun

i'm sorry this isn't a very good answer for what you were asking for but i hope you can still get something out of this!

[urlocalnonbinarybastardwrites]

hiii so i put in a request for the matching thing but you didn’t respond to it so im guessing i didn’t put enough info which i completey understand!!! very sorry about that, i hope ur still doing these requests if not i deeply apologize. anyway pls take ur time so so sorry!!

i’d also like to be matched with someone in pjo pls!

personal info ? 15 yrs old, i’m a girl, she/her(truly idc), bisexual, half mexican (white dad…)

physical: i have medium length wavy brown hair with grown out bangs, im 5’4 average weight, pretty tan, brown eyes, silver circle glasses, i wear smudgy eyeliner w/mascara, i either wear tank tops with big pants or big t shirt with shorts

personality: i’m honestly very weird with the people im close with, like very. i have brainrot humor so im always saying weird ass shit acting like it’s normal. i’m also very sarcastic and if im not very close with someone i give them like 0 reaction i guess? idk ppl tell me im nonchalant but that sounds rlly corny 😬 anyway im very embarrassing in public when im with my friends and they hate it but i think its funny idc!! im also pretty moody but im just a teenage girl!!!!!!! i dont get mad that easily tho like i can take a joke i just get ANNOYED easily but then ill be fine in a few minutes. also ppl tell me im very funny so 😇 meat riding myself YES IM A NO SABO KID I AM TRYING TO LEARN SOANISH.

hobbies/intrests: love love love listening to music, love tv girl, tyler, mitski, arctic monkeys, the smiths, depeche mode, the cure, lana, tame impala, beabadoobee and so many other generes and artists but i only know like 2 songs 😬

i also had a severe fnaf phase, avatar the last airbender, spiderverse, saiki, and obvi percy jackson

currently OBSESSED with slushy noobz they are my whole personality they are how i act. along with avascreams on tiktok ive literally had 6 different ppl tell me “you know that one girl on tiktok?? you act just like her” IM TRILY NOT EVEN TRYING TO ACT LIKE HER I SWEAR. also love sam and colby i full heartedly believe in ghosts just watch ima become a ghost hunter 😊😊

as of right now my hobbies are playing stardew valley and never getting my homework done, i also love to draw but im not very good at it. i also love painting but i haven’t done it in a while bc of school :(( i take piano lessons as well but again, not very good even after 5 years. i rlly like reading too but again bc of school i haven’t read as much lately, love playing with my pets (dog and cat) they’re so cute i love animals so so much i want more but yknow im busy, ive also gotten into working out bc im tryna lose this face fat🫥

likes: love carnival rides!!!! they’re so fun i love the fair SO MUCH. beautiful atmosphere truly. the zipper is so fun don’t let anyone lie to you. nature, i love going on walks in the woods but i can’t bc i don’t live near any😔 food i love food, korean, mexican, american, japanese, i love it all. english class! teacher is so sweet i love her and its also easy and boring so

dislikes: six flags. i hate roller coasters. annoying ppl like bruh stfu up OH MY GOD. when my mom asks me about college, leave me alone pls!

okay i truly don’t know what else to put i hope this was enough 😓😓

-faith 👐

Hey Faith, I am so so sorry that this took incredibly long to complete. I’ve been insanely busy these few months and lots of personal stuff going on so I really hope that this does it justice! And also also don’t be sorry I’m really sorry that this took so long

Your PJO ship: Leo Valdez 🔥🔥🔥 (man I’m jealous)

Explanation: honestly the best way I can explain this is that you’re crazy totally matches his crazy. Your freak matches his freak. is somebody gonna match my freak? Yes, someone will match your freak and that person is Leo. Starting off with your physical appearance, I think that he would be very attracted to you and I think you give a vague match of his mom like I feel like you look like his mom a little little bit, which is what kind of drew him to you in the first place I feel like he probably saw you in a crowd and his jaw dropped. He just thought that you were your clothing style. He also liked your eyeliner which he had you do on him whenever you guys got comfortable enough in the relationship he was like hey can I please have your make up routine done on me? He looked rlly hot but anyway- you guys are just so chaotic together with your personality like you match him so well I feel like Leo in order to make a relationship work with him. He needs to have someone that’s either vastly different than him or the same because I mean, I just see you guys as Deadpool and Vanessa, you guys so chaotic in public you guys would do so much embarrassing shit together and social anxiety would be afraid of both of you combined, a deadly duo. Whenever you were first getting to know each other, and you were more relaxed and chill around him less if you’re crazy with showing, that’s what kind of Drew him like he thought that your dynamic could be that you would kind of be more opposites, but then he slowly realize that you were just as fucking goofy and silly as him, and he would have a blast with you as you guys got further on into your even like just friendship that eventually turn into romance. You guys always have the funniest times together like I’m not joking. You guys would be the couple to go out with if you wanted a good time because you guys just yeah you’re chaotic and glorious and also really freaking funny and I mean yeah. (I would also like to let you know to do a deeper dive into your personality. I did research some of the people you mentioned that you were compared to and watched some of their videos and subjected myself to the painful amount of puns and batshit crazy, honestly I’m pretty impressed if people are comparing you) as for your hobbies, he would love playing Stardew Valley and I feel like he would romance. Sebastian don’t ask me why, but I just feel like he would. He would totally want Sebastian as I don’t know why OK I really don’t. I really don’t but anyway that’s just my personal theory. But he would love playing Stardew with you. He’s also a procrastinator when it comes to homework and work and taking things seriously in general so you guys would be quite the interesting duo and I feel like U2 would just end up making out during study date so if you want someone to study with? He’s probably not the best person. Also, I think that he would love your art and would be absolutely obsessed. If you ever did any artwork of him or just inspired by him like he would love that he would frame that shit he would brag to everyone about how good you are and same goes with piano he’s obsessed even if you think you weren’t very good after five years of playing he thinks you’re magnificent. It took everything in him to not compare you to Apollo because he knew that that would probably get you like blasted into the sky or something, but he just thinks anything that comes from you is good basically. That’s Leo Math.

You + Anything= Good.

He can never read very much because of his ADHD. I just feel like he would lose interest in books really easily unless they’re really exciting or exactly what he’s being into at this point, so I feel like he would get the being too busy to read. He also loves animals. He would absolutely snuggle all the pets in the world. I feel like he just loves animals. I feel like he especially loves dogs because they match his energy and he’s definitely like a golden retriever guy or maybe a Chihuahua guy one of them anyway dogs are very Leo core. Also, he thinks your chubby face is cute, and while he promotes working out for the healthiness of it, he thinks you have the wrong motivation if you want to get rid of that cute squeezable cheeks. (Multiple cheeks if ykwim) he also loves carnival rides and he’s a huge foodie so if you ever went out to him, you guys would end up eating more than your stomachs and belts can handle I mean yeah you guys would just be done if you ever went out to eat because he would order so much food and then I feel like because of his ADHD he’d be midway eating through another thing and then see other stand and be like babe. We gotta go there next. basically you guys would be extremely full. He also likes nature walks. I think that he kind of just likes the dirt of it because he’s definitely not afraid to get dirty and he loves just poking around nature I mean, I honestly that’s how I see him going on hikes like he’d pick up slugs, he do all kinds of like gross stuff. People normally wouldn’t do like I don’t know, letting a worm crawl on his arm or something.  anyway you guys totally match each other crazy and match each other’s freak yes just like the song, and I really ship it 💕💓💗💞💗💞

[inkofamethyst]

25 August 2023

Okay, I'm finally starting to draft my Notion, and one page I'm adding will contain my saving goals. Each month, I plan to put aside anything I have left over toward some items I want to save up for! I'm already committed to saving 5% (may go up to 10%, we'll see) and investing 1.5% monthly (may increase to 3%... maybe), and then I'll save for specific goals (some serious, most fun) after my expenses. For me, almost any single item over $50 is an investment, and any frivolous item over $100 requires serious, long-term consideration before purchase (tbh anything unplanned over $25 feels exorbitantly expensive). I currently have six goals to complete in varying amounts of time:

bass guitar + kit -- I don't have a specific model in mind, but I think I want to learn bass as a treat for myself after passing quals!

american duchess shoes -- I just adore their oxford heels so much, but I think giving myself the time to actively save for them will help me decide whether I actually want them or just like the aesthetic on others

new laptop -- honestly I just want a laptop that's significantly more portable without sacrificing too much power/space (I don't know the slightest thing about computer specs though so I'm going to need a bit of research), and I want to save up enough to get a new one before my current one craps out on me (it's still going strong though!!)

england trip -- I would like to go visit a friend after my first year in grad school, but I'll likely have to dip into savings for this because that's a lot of money to save in a short period

starter emergency fund -- I know that I'm lucky to have familial support, but I want to have a base savings in my account I think to help with anything life has to throw at me. I won't be able to rely on my parents forever. I know you don't go to grad school to save money, and I know I want to live with a bit of comfort and glamour, but I still think this is an important goal to start actively working toward. Since I didn't spend much in college (and got a well-paying internship during lockdown which went directly into savings), I'm not that far off from my goal amount. Until I reach that amount, this one is my priority tbh (and I'll obvi keep adding after reaching this amount).

According to my Notion widget thing, I'd have to have $687 left over each month to reach all of my goals on time using my time and cost estimates (major note: literally $500 of that is going toward the possible england trip bc the turnaround is so quick lol,,,, ~$200 a month toward realistic saving goals aint actually all that bad).

I actually am looking forward to saving for things??? Which is weird and feels very adult. Like yeah having expendable income is nice but I love the idea of having a bit of patience pay off.

I was a little daunted by the idea of starting a Notion for my PhD because there are quite a few expectations I have for it, and I was afraid of not "getting it right" the first time (I recognized that it's unnecessary to create entirely new pages for each semester when I could just add them to a single dashboard to minimize the remaking I have to do each semester (grocery list, recipe book, etc), but this makes me feel like I would be stuck with whatever I crafted the first time even though that's obviously not true). That's a fault of mine that I have to work hard to overcome if I ever want to get anything done. But I watched a video about starting a Notion in ten minutes and the speaker plainly said to just start simple. Then build off of the simplicity in small chunks when you have the time. So that's what I'm going to do. I'm going to keep a lot of the same functions I've used previously that have worked (Academic Timeline, Spaced Rep calendar, grocery list and recipe book), add a savings tracker from a template which I know I want and will use, and worry about all the other little bits at a later date many later dates. Maybe I'll add a half-hour (or single-task) "Notion Tune-Up" to my Admin Friday routine. Play around and fix it up bit by bit brick by boring brick (da-da da da-da da da-da).

I'm going to be relatively close to one of the cities/venues where Welcome to Night Vale is performing on its tour this fall, and I am so so so so tempted to just buy a ticket and go alone. The only thing holding me back is not knowing exactly what my first semester will look like calendar-wise. Like I'd probably (maybe..) skip it if there was an exam the next day, you know? But that opportunity seems almost too good to skip considering the cost (esp since I'm going to have to miss out on The Crane Wives this fall even though they're coming near my hometown for their first tour post-pandemic and that kills me on the inside a little). I'd love to support my favorite scripted podcast if I could. I also just don't know the area at all or how safe it would be to go alone. I mean,,,,, I could just adopt a bit of the delulu and hope for the best. There are only a few more days for me to buy the ticket relatively guilt free and I'm pretty close to just doing it.

Today I'm thankful that my sibling had a good move in day.

I... ugh I really need to get started on my hair. My sister used a hack this last time on her hair where she braided halfway, banded, then came back to it after the roots were all done. I might implement that. There's no way I'll be able to finish all of my hair plus everything else I need to do if I braid every strand straight through. I want to be packed by Sunday night so I can use Monday morning as a last-minute-check period.

[obeysword]

i know i’ve written something like this before, but i’ve been thinking about it a lot lately and feeling like i, once again, need to reiterate it.

while it’s true that yu does see the people around him as expendable, the term is not as weighty as it appears. if any of yu’s friends died, he would be devastated and heartbroken and go into a deep mourning period over them. that being said, he chooses to live a life without regrets as much as he possibly can. he would never let a death be in vain. even to someone he hated, he’d still try to save them. ofc circumstances may vary, but for the most part, he wishes the worst upon you, it doesn’t have to be an easy out like death would be.

yu isn’t as callous as he tries to make people think he is. he’s truly a character who is void of toxic masculinity and extremely comfortable with his masculinity and femininity and who he is despite having his own issues in being himself. his links with kanji and yosuke, two people who have been deeply rooted and suffocated in toxic masculinity from the world around them showcase this. yu doesn’t tell either one to “stand up straight” and to “act like a man” it’s extremely damaging. he tells them to be honest with themselves, let’s them be open with their emotions and feelings, and never tells either one that they’re “too sensitive” or “weird” for their interests. yu is a sadist, but he’s not unfeeling and not telling you it’s wrong to have emotions. he’s been so engrossed by trauma he feels very little to a point where he feels empty inside. while yu was someone who was meant to showcase hope in izanami’s game, it’s very ironic how he could have gone into any of the roles because he shuffles through all 3 throughout the course of that year. a wildcard, in so many different meanings. it fits perfectly.

i really enjoy putting characters into the roles of chess pieces, and persona makes these very easy roles to do. i love amounting it to how yu tackles a fight, always 30 paces above his opponent, he’s already calculated a victory. in chess, you have to make sacrifices. he always tries to avoid serious injury to his friends, and especially death. i hc yu has an acute phobia of dying, he wouldn’t wish that on someone. suffer by being alive instead.

yu is the queen chess piece, he can move all over the board without limitation. yosuke is the king. yosuke died and the game ended because yu lost the will to continue. he doesn’t even realize that his other friend’s have died until after izanami has sucked yosuke down into yomi. losing yosuke was always yu’s greatest risk, he also puts himself in the most danger by being on a battle field unlike nanako who was always safe at home until namatame kidnapped her. multiple times yosuke has nearly died and yu had to reach for more power in order to save him. the time he was finished off for good, with no chance of coming back, yu had given up on the game and let himself die too.

[insufferablelust]

okay, so... matthews been working on his new script alot and you need attention. so you go into his office in just one of his button ups, instead of him fucking you right away he says you can come sit on his cock. if you are good he will fuck you but if you arent he will keep adding time. you end up sitting on him for an hour. for the last 15 mins he makes you edge yourself. then, he picks you up and bends you over and fucks you. he makes you watch in the mirror that is in front of his desk

Look, Its the queen again! @slutforthegubes is literally one of the only person who keeps me going and keeping me in a creative mindset! so thank you so much bb!! love you!

WARNINGS : Smut obvi, Dom!Mgg x Sub!Reader, Degradation by name calling, Rough sex, Slight exhibitionism, Spitting in mouth stuff :), Slight breeding kink, edging, orgasm denial, over stimulation, aftercare and um just your usual filthy smut from me you know the drill :)

excuse the writting errors! thank you and happy reading. view my other works —> MASTERLIST

It’s been an hour since Matthew decided that he needed to work on his newest script on a Sunday morning, you were half asleep when he pressed lingering kisses on your neck before announcing that he has some script reading to do, which you groaned at but still too drowsy to process anything. Of course, Matthew didn’t want to leave the bed at such an early morning on a Sunday nonetheless but he really needs to get this done.

But now here you were, all alone sprawled out on your shared bed, with no warmth from your boyfriend to engulf you. An annoyed huffed left your lips as you clutched onto his pillow, trying to inhale as much as his scent as possible, you want to drown and bathe in his scent, you want him— no you need him. It’s safe to say that you were desperately needy for him.

This doesn’t happen too often, but it does happen sometimes, more times than others now that you finally have the time to really enjoy each other. Sometimes you get like this, so turned on that you became a mindless little brat, and the only thing that can soothe your neediness is none other than Matthew. You just want him to pound into you like tomorrow doesn’t exists, maybe choke on you a little, and hearing his condescending tone as he spank you for being bad, god you need it and you need it bad this morning.

The heat inside your belly swell up at the scent of him, causing you to hump a little against the silky sheets, the fact that you’re naked and covered with his marks on you from last night’s activities only fueled up the building intensity within your core. You wanted to be good for Matthew, desperately after all, he doesn’t have that many rules for you, just the essentials like “Don’t ever cum without my permission, nobody and that includes you shall touch what’s mine unless its under my permission, and obey everything i said unless you safe word.” But you’re so needy, you’re willing to humiliate yourself by letting your cunt graze against the silk and moaned— technically you didn’t break any rules.

Soon enough, your need for him only became stronger and humping the sheets felt so dull compared to the pleasure you know he can give you, you just need him to be inside you that’s all. Letting out a frustrated sigh, you get up, quickly putting on one of Matthew’s button up that was tossed to the side and head downstairs looking all cute, and... messy— your hair is a cute mess, your nipples hard against the shirt, your eyes looked hazy, your lips red and bitten raw, the marks on your neck to your collarbones as well as the ones on your ass were exposed, and the dripping wet core between your legs. God, you looked like a fuckable goddess.

When you knock on his office door your feet jump giddily, knowing how this will go down, surely he can’t resist you looking this good and marked just for him... Oh if only you knew how patient Matthew is at keeping you on the edge.

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“Come in”

His voice sent her straight to heaven, she thought as she leaned against the door for a second before taking a deep breath and then open his office door, revealing a very very focused yet intimidating looking Matthew. His lips tucked away between his upper teeth, his veiny fingers holding the script as his glasses covered eyes taking through each words, plus his mismatched socks, blue and green this time. You kept wondering, How can one look so cute yet hot at the same time.

You closed the door before padded down on the carpeted floor, to where he’s sitting. “Hi, Matthew!” Your chirped, tone way too high, that has him immediately looking up from his script. See, You and Matthew knew each other so well, that even by how you act and speak can show what mood you’re in, and when he looked at you wearing his large button up, clearly no bra or panties, messy hair, and high pitched voice, he knows exactly what you’re up to, and oh no, Y/N has chosen a very very bad day to be naughty.

“Princess, come here.” He pat his lap, signaling for you to sit which you happily do right away, but when you tried to straddle him, both of his hand gripped your waist tightly so you stilled on your feet, looking at him with confusion “What’s wrong?”

The way he smiled sent goosebumps all the way to your core, as you gulped loudly. “I told you to sit on my lap, not to straddle my thigh. You don’t think you can fool me do you baby? I know how desperate little thing like you wouldn’t be able to resist grinding your needy cunt against me. It’s pathetic really.” Your eyes met his, but whilst his eyes shown unmerciful, your eyes begged for mercy. A perfect balance.

You really should’ve learned that there’s no way you could escape something that’s so clear already, yet you still run your mouth, “I wasn’t going to! i thought—“ you stopped abruptly when he suddenly pushed two of his lean fingers into your mouth as a way to shut you up. Y/N gagged a little, eyes watering before lowering them in submission, her mouth follows the gesture— suckling on his fingers eagerly.

“Oh would you look at that? the needy baby knows her place after all.” He scoffed, his other hand released your hips then pulled his fingers out of your mouth, bringing the wet fingers down past her (his) button up, Y/N gasped quickly at the way it trails up from her slit to the tip of her clit in a very agonizingly slow pace.

“Well somebody’s wet, isn’t she? been having fun without my permission, pretty girl?” He cooed, tilting his head with his eyebrows raised, and his lips curled into a tight smile. He’s mad, he’s burning mad.

“No! no, sir! i never touched what’s yours.” You defended yourself, trying so hard to not let your knees buckled at the sensation of his fingers slowly torturing your pussy with feathery touches and flicks around your clit.

“Shut up.” He ordered, “you know.. you weren’t as quiet as you thought baby, ‘s a shame really, you should’ve known how loud and greedy you are.”

“But i wasn—“ He dangerously cut you off, with one hand gripping the base of your throat and the other pushing two fingers up your pussy, pumping them slowly.

“Be quiet, petal.” He demanded, his fingers going faster and faster as he curled them upwards to thrust on your spongy walls making you tremble against him and involuntary tightening your walls around his fingers. “Gonna cum, princess?” you cried out a loud ‘yes please!’ at his coos— you were so close that your eyes fluttered shut, you breathing hitched when his hand around your throat tightened and he pulled out his fingers with a condescending laugh.

“Not so fast, love.” He pressed a soft kiss on your cheek, the contrast evident from how you were gasping heavily, “Now, I still have few more scripts to go through, since you’re here already why don’t you be a doll and sit on my cock, but you can’t cum, you can’t make a sound, and you can’t move. If you move even an inch, best believe there’ll be consequences” He explained slowly, suggesting how mushy your brain is right now, overwhelmed by the intense pleasure, but you knew that he demanded.

You obediently nod, receiving a small ‘good girl, i love you, baby’ from him that made your tummy warm, it was a reminder that no matter how rough and far he took it, this is all for your pleasure and his. Y/N smiled shakily whispering i love you, as she pulled his cock out, lining it up with her slit before she sink down on his length slowly, causing the both of them to moan out loud.

“That’s it, such a perfect whore for me. Sit still now baby, i have some work to do.” The way he snapped out of his demeanor to his dominant one really had you shaking, plus the way his cock filling your pussy— it honestly felt too much, too good, and warm. You just want to cum, this is going to be so hard, you thought as you try to sit still, leaned your head back against his shoulder and closed your eyes.

———

The first 10 minutes was a torture, Matthew is well endowed— not too big that it hurts, but perfect enough that you can feel the burn from his length stretching you out, he’s long enough that when he thrust up, the head of his cock hits the perfect spot inside you. So accommodating his size wasn’t easy, you practically squirming in his lap that has him slapping your thigh more than 10 times, with a harsh “Quiet.”

Then 30 minutes had passed, you were comfortable enough that you shakily asked him some questions about his scripts as he read them, but even then you still receive a total of 5 slap to your thighs for practically grinding on his cock— well who could blame her? she’s filled to the brim of him.

When they reached 45 minutes, Y/N watched as Matthew finished reading the last of his script— she can practically feel herself start to throb around him, itching to jump up and down his cock like a bunny. So she looked up at him through her lashes, batting them innocently, “Sir.. can i.. can we.. please? you’re done right?” You purred nervously as he put his files back onto the drawer. This is it, you thought.

“No, i’m not done. I’m going to get a call in a minute, and i want you to stay here and quiet like an obedient little slut i know you can be.” Okay.. that wont be too hard, usually his calls only last 10 minutes and you’re content. But as you were about to answer, your jaw fell open as quick as your luck have.

“And i want you to rub that pretty clit, edge yourself for me, every time you’re close i want you to slap it gently 3 times before going back at it, no stopping. If i hear a squeak or i see you stop or move on my cock, i won’t let you cum tonight. Understand?” He demanded right next to hear ear, voice all raspy and deep sending chills right up her spine.

She doesn’t have any choice but to say “yes, sir.” Knowing full well that if this wasn’t something that she wanted she could stop it, but she wanted this, and deep down she knows how much Matthew love seeing her all squirmy and needy mess for him.

So he pressed a kiss to the side of your head before picking up the call from his manager. His hand tapped your tummy twice, signaling for you to start. Slowly, you bring your hand down your clit, feeling the wetness from where your cunt connected with his cock, gasping quietly as you rub the wetness on your clit. If you thought that before was a torture, then this is death. You can’t even control the way you shake as you keep on rubbing your clit like he asked, meanwhile he’s talking about an upcoming project.

You panted heavily as you slapped your cunt 3 times when you felt how close you were, your face was a mess, tears streaming down your cheeks and you’re practically squeezing around Matthew’s cock earning a grunt from him, and a warning pinch on your thigh.

“N-no i’m alright, yeah i stubbed my toe.” He glared at you as your eyes begged him, you were seconds away from coming all over his cock when he finally— finally ended his call.

Matthew didn’t waste any time, he gripped your wrist and slapped it away from your cunt, using his own fingers to rub your clit fast as you clench all over his cock. “You’re so cute, but i’m afraid i’ll have to ruin you, baby.” He whispered as if you haven’t been acting like a desperate whore for him this whole time. “Just for you! just you fuck, Sir may i cum?” You mewled loudly, Matthew held you close against him, nibbling on your ear before whispering a low, “Cum, now.” and so you did. Hard. Warm, everything is blazing as you squirm and convulse safely tucked away inside his arms.

“Good girl Y/N, shh that’s it. So cute when you cry like that.” He cooed as you came down from your high, only to feel him buck his hips up and slammed his cock deeper into you,

“Think i’m done baby? no no no. Not fair right? i’ve worked so hard, yet you’re the only one who came.” His voice sending alerts to your system as you buzz and whimpered out, “No.. not fair sir, please let me help.” You’re so tuckered out but in your delicate submissive state, his pleasure is what matters to you.

Matthew pulled his cock out of you, causing you to whine not used to the feeling of emptiness, which he chuckled and muttered “Patience, my good little slut always wait.” You nodded eagerly, just wanting to please him.

He gripped your hair in hand, tightly pulling it back a little, leaving your mouth hang open— Then unexpectedly, his gaze is on your half lidded eyes as he spit down your throat. The gesture made you widen your eyes in shock but swallowing it still which made him grin.

“Ah, of course you would like that.”

“Sir.. can you do it again please?” You definitely shocked yourself and him, his eyes widen for a second before quickly clearing his throat and spit down your throat, which you moaned lewdly and closing your eyes, whispering “Thank you sir” that earned you a slap on the ass and him bending you over the opposite end of the desk where you can see your reflection through the mirror in front of you.

“Gonna give you what you’ve been wanting now, baby.” He whispered, his gripped on your hair is tight as he aligned himself with your wet entrance, your chin pressed against the desk with him leaning down and whispered “You’re gonna take it, and watch.”

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Matthew slip his cock into you inch by inch, letting out grunts and moans as he felt your tight warm hole engulfed his cock once more. Your eyes kept on looking to the mirror as you begin to whine, he’s filling you so good— its even deeper with this position.

He stared at your eyes at the reflection before he smiles dangerously and begin to thrust in and out of you, in a fast pace, with one hand on your hips and one hand on your hair, spontaneously gripping them. You let out little moans and squeaks as you feel yourself getting close quickly, body buzzing with oversensitivity. “Sir i- oh!—“

“Cum as many times as you want, fuck— baby go on, you deserve it.” So you came again, he can feel your walls became impossibly tight making him throw his head back and his thrusts becomes sloppier yet brutal.

“You’re perfect Y/N, such a goddess— fuck i love you.” He keeps on grunting your name as he fucks you on his desk, you both lock eyes in the mirror one last time before he came inside you, spilling every bit of him inside with strings of curses and i love you’s.

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“I love you.. Matthew..” Y/N croaked out, as Matthew pulled out slowly, then grabbed a cloth to wipes both of you and settling you down on his lap sideways as he cradled you. “I love you too, future Mrs. Gubler”

“We should really considering condoms.” You laughed as you hid your face on your fiancé’s neck

“Aren’t you on birth control?” He curiously asked, playing with your hair soothingly as you purred, “Yeah but.. we have sex 24/7, its possible that you know” You blushed as he chuckled then whispered on your ear,

“I wouldn’t mind anyways.”

“Matthew Gray Gubler!”

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Hope you enjoyed! as always, blurb reqs are open just send in ideas or feedbacks or constructive criticisms if you have any! i’m working my way down the requests so be patient. Thank you! i love you!

[voiceless-terror]

for the au game, i know at one point you mentioned a jontim roommates au?

oh yes! that's something i always come back to....jontim my beloved <3 this is mostly just scrambled thoughts, since i dont wanna put too much in here that's actually written

1. so this would be precanon - jon's flat is basically a dump and the building its in gets sold off, and he's trying to find something that's not too far away but also in his price range which is...taking awhile. tim's only been there a few months but he's just starting to become friends with sasha and jon, and one night at drinks he offhandedly mentions his spare room (the one where danny used to stay when he was alive) tells jon he's welcome to it. jon's in dire straights so he easily says yes, though the next morning when he's sober he tries to tell him its unnecessary, he can find his own place, etc etc. but tim, surprising himself, says he wants him to stay and the offer still stands- this does mean he'll have to go through danny's stuff or at least put it in storage.

2. anyway. jon ends up moving in. 'just temporarily' he keeps saying. tim helps him move all his old lady furniture from his little studio (jon liked his grandmothers stuff okay!!! and he was too poor to buy his own!!!) and is surprised at how nicely jon fits into his life. he forgot what it was like to have company, and its nice to have someone around even if they aren't in the same room as you. they're still more good acquaintances than friends, but tim loves jon's sense of humor and jon enjoys going back and forth with tim on the nerdiest of subjects. they start getting a lot closer, as you do.

3. in this universe both of them have ADHD. which means that there's a LOT of hyperfixating and info dumping and elaborate plans/forays into hobbies that go unfinished. tim gets really into dnd and designs a whole campaign, jon's got three characters he can't choose between and a bunch of half painted miniatures. by the time it takes sasha to come round to playing, jon's already in too deep with needlepoint and tim's moved on to zelda. RIP

4. tim gets nightmares about the circus, and that's how jon finds out about danny. i have a similar idea in one of my earlier jontim fics, though its a bit different in its execution. i just want them to reveal their trauma early on so they UNDERSTAND each other and have less room for miscommunication. because boy howdy am i not gonna let this universe end up like canon.

5. they end up DATING, obvi. but first they go through a lot of shit together and become really good friends who go into work at the same time and leave at the same time and go out to dinner and make each other breakfast and fall asleep cuddled in the same bed and give each other forehead kisses and sweet nicknames and it turns out they've been kind of dating for a month before they make it official <3

[1tsnoya]

hmm can you write some lists for the karasuno boys (kageyama, sawamura, sugawara, nishinoya)? some ideas could be 1. favorite body part (like are they a boob butt or both guy) 2. how they cuddle 3. how they react to lingerie 4. weird kinks heeh 5. how much skinship/ intimate they are thank you!!

reblogs > likes currently because i’m shadowbanned>:( i’m so sorry to be a pain but my blog’s interaction has um — yea it’s bad LOL. thank u soso much ily i’m sorry<3

✧･ﾟ relationship headcanons ✧･ﾟ

pairings: kageyama x reader, daichi x reader, sugawara x reader, nishinoya x reader

warnings: some suggestive hc’s

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* :･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

kageyama

what is their favorite body part/feature?

↳ i feel like he’s more of a butt guy

↳ ON THE DOWNLOW THOUGH

↳ but he really likes your hands, he’s always doing something with them

↳ he fidgets with your hands, holds them tightly in private, rubs circles in your palm, and if he’s feeling affectionate, he’ll plant a kiss on them

↳ this boy takes care of his nails so you best bet that he’ll make sure yours are nice too-

2. how do they cuddle?

↳ surprisingly, he’s a huge cuddler

↳ however, he prefers being like that in private

↳ loves half spooning. that’s his thing

↳ falls asleep when cuddling. he’s out like a light when you’re just there with him. he feels safe with you

3. how do they react to lingerie?

↳ SO FLUSTERED AT FIRST

↳ like he couldn’t look away but felt weird staring

↳ then you got closer to him and...WHEW he just pounced on you

↳ the dom side of him comes OUT when you wear lingerie

4. any kinks?

↳ praise him and bby will become putty

↳ i feel like just seeing your face flushed while he’s railing you gets him off

↳ ^^ or hearing you moan his name, just eggs him on

5. how intimate are they?

↳ intimate in private. not in public, he’s too shy for that

↳ at first he felt weird being affectionate but then got super used to it

↳ like i said earlier, you help him feel safe. hugging you and cuddling with you helps calm him down after a long and/or hard day

↳ he’s such a virgin when you first meet him but as your relationship goes on, his sex drive increases

↳ and boy does he get good at it 👀

daichi

what is their favorite body part/feature?

↳ boob guy. that’s it.

↳ remember that whole poster thing in the club room?? yea... he likes tiddies and it’s confirmed

↳ itty bitties, big ones, in the middle, don’t matter !

↳ on the softer side, he really likes your smile or how flustered you can get around him

↳ those shits make him 💞💓💕simp hard💖💘💓

↳ like if you get embarassed and your cheeks go pink, he’ll look at you and smile

↳ just admires you tbh. you make him soft

2. how do they cuddle?

↳ BIG SPOON OBVI

↳ he feels weird being little spoon hsjskh

↳ but yes he is very big into spooning

3. how do they react to lingerie?

↳ as soon as he sees you in lingerie, he gets whore-KNEE

↳ like he’ll grab your waist, pull you closer, and tell you in your ear, “you look so good baby”

↳ he’s a dom (obvi) so goes WILD bruh

↳ 3 rounds or more... i said what i said

4. any kinks?

↳ DADDY KINK

↳ call him daddy.. wow he will lose it

↳ ^^ he just thrusts into you harder

↳ very into thigh riding.. pls ride his thigh have you seen them?

5. how intimate are they?

↳ i’d say he’s pretty intimate. not so much but likes to show you off every now and then

↳ holds your hand in public, yuh loves dat shit

↳ he won’t tell the world that you two are together but has no problem being affectionate in front of others

↳ sex wise, oh boy he’s good

↳ a lil nervous at first but once you two start, he’ll go ham

↳ by that i mean that he’ll completely RAIL you

↳ def has your legs shaking and begging for more

suga

what is their favorite body part/feature?

↳ hmm i see him as more of a butt guy

↳ suga is a softie but he is also a very slick guy

↳ if you give him a kiss and walk away, you best believe he will sneak a look at your butt

↳ if we’re being more pure — YOUR LAUGH

↳ your laugh drives him crazy

↳ it makes him smile and get all red

↳ just reminds him how lucky he is to have scored someone like you

2. how do they cuddle?

↳ he’s SUCH a good cuddler

↳ he’s just always warm? and is always so comforting? ugh <3<3<3

↳ rests his head in the crook of your neck<3

↳ like kageyama, he falls asleep when cuddling. he’s all warm and cozy so it’s perfect

3. how do they react to lingerie?

↳ wow he loses it when he sees you in lingerie

↳ like just.. heart eyes for you. his lips are already on yours when he sees you like that

↳ the dom suga really comes THROUGH

↳ he’ll like suck at your neck while teasing you with it on

↳ oh believe me he just... sigh you two had a VERY good night

↳ cuddles after duh

4. any kinks?

↳ being the slick shit that he is, he probably loves edging you

↳ “what was that baby?” while your begging for more, “you want me to what?”

↳ ^^yes he’ll have a shit eating grin on his face too

↳ tbh he’s into whatever you’re into. he’s chill and down to try new things with you!

5. how intimate are they?

↳ aww he loves letting people know that you two are dating!

↳ he can gush about you for hours and how happy you make him

↳ forehead and cheek kisses are very common in public

↳ sex with him is either soft and passionate or ROUGH. just depends on his mood

↳ either way, it’s perfect mwah chef kiss

nishinoya

what is their favorite body part/feature?

↳ boob guy boob guy boob guy boob guy-

↳ like daichi, size doesn’t matter, he just APPRECIATES them

↳ 1000% stares at them and lays his head against them-i’m sorry but he does

↳ he also really likes your legs — whew

↳ LETS BE PURE AGAIN ! luvs luvs LUVS your smile

↳ seeing you smile makes his day so much better

↳ he tries to make you smile/laugh all the time just so that he can admire it. baby boy loves it so damn much omg-

2. how do they cuddle?

↳ i am so soft for this boy

↳ HE’S LIKE A KOALA

↳ always wants to cuddle with you

↳ plays with your hair when cuddling

↳ and when you two cuddle, he never wants to leave. he’ll just talk to you about his day and ask about how yours was

↳ long talks during cuddle time = his favorite thing EVER he looks forward to it 24/7

3. how do they react to lingerie?

↳ oh wow you already know he jumps up when he first sees you

↳ and is dragging you to the bed

↳ eats you out like that and then rails you. mwah perfection

↳ he asks you to wear lingerie more often. it just. it excites him to another level-

4. any kinks?

↳ edging and overstimming obvi

↳ when you dom, please praise him, please pull his hair, wowwie he will MELT

↳ ride his face ride his face RIDE HISFACE-

↳ he’s so into it. he’ll constantly ask you to do it

5. how intimate are they?

↳ so affectionate in public

↳ wants to SHOW YOU OFF

↳ everyone knows you two are dating. it’s just.. they have to

↳ quick pecks and nose boops in public. occasionally a little smooch to your nose

↳ lots of hold handing. lots of it.

↳ if we’re talking seccy times.. he is so intimate

↳ his stamina is HIGH so you best bet that he’s going for a few rounds

↳ when he’s horny, he is NEEDY. quickies are common

[dbnightingale24]

Last Chance At Redemption

Chapter 19

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HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!! I hope everyone had a happy, healthy, and fun New Year!! I decided to split this chapter in half. One, I keep giving y’all long ass chapters. Two, I’m trying to ride out the happy and fluffy feelings for as long as possible before y’all hate me. Also, this story  along with my Steve Rogers (OATS) are almost finished, so I’m dragging it out for that reason as well lol. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy! Feedbacks and comments are always welcome!!

Warnings: Fluff, Slight Smut (oral/female receiving) Implied drinking, Swearing (obvi), Dialog heavy, shitty writing, uhhh....that’s it?

Word Count: 2542

Song(s) That Inspired This Chapter:

Fall To Pieces - Avril Lavigne (that will make more sense in part 2)

Let’s Dance - David Bowie (also will make more sense in part 2)

I do not consent to having my works/stories posted anywhere else.

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Part 1

“Baby, I love you with all of my heart and there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you, but I’m not freezing my ass off in the middle of Times Square to watch the ball drop. You’ve lost your mind if you think that’s how I want to spend New Years” Abigail laughed, not taking her eyes off of her phone.

 They had spent the past few days with her grandparents and with Taylor, Jeff, and Harper. She couldn’t help but to tease Ransom when she made him eat his words about there being nothing to do in New Jersey. They had gone paint balling, played laser tag, gone indoor go-kart racing, and bowled at one of Abigail’s favorite bowling spots.

 She even decided to risk running into her mother, and gave him a small tour of where she was raised, ending the trip with stopping by some of her favorite eating spots. However, they both decided that leaving NYC then trying to get back on NYE was a terrible idea. Even after the ball dropped, it would still take them forever to get back in. Not to mention, both of them planned on drinking. So, they had spent the better half of the last hour trying to think of something to do.

 “I thought you loved the cold so much?”

“I do, but I love doing fun things in the cold. Standing way too close to a bunch of people I don’t know, not able to pee for hours, and not being able to dance like a drunk idiot is not my idea of fun. It’s not yours either.”

“I could get us into a party.”

“It’s New Years Eve. Whatever you get us will cost you a ton, and you’ve already spent too much money on me as it is.”

“Then what do you wanna do? Just stay here?”

“Why not? We can dress up, get fun little New Years trinkets like hats and noise makers, get drunk and dance around, and ring in the New Year together. That doesn’t sound too terrible, does it?”

“It doesn’t sound terrible at all” Ransom sighed, getting in bed and laying his head on her thigh. “Will that make you happy?”

“As long as I’m with you, I’m happy doing whatever. Even freezing my ass off in Times Square. I just don’t wanna hear about it later when you realize it’s a bad idea.”

“Ha ha ha,” Ransom mused, slapping her thigh playfully “is everything okay at work?”

“Yeah, they’re all set up for the New Years crowd. I told them again that I don’t mind closing for the night, but people wanna work. Who am I to be the dark cloud?”

“Their boss. You don’t need to do anything else?” Ransom questioned, making little circle on her upper thigh.

“Mr. Drysdale, do you think you can behave for 5 seconds?” she gasped, trying to keep her composure as a devilish smile came to his face.

“You and I both know you don’t want me to” he mumbled against her thigh, before kissing it.

“Is this really how you wanna spend the final day of 2019?” she giggled.

“Mhm, and it’s how I start off 2020. Deep inside that perfect pussy. Would you like that baby?” He pushed aside the thin material covering her sensitive bud, and started to give it little kitten licks.

“Hugh” Abigail groaned, running her hands through his hair.

“I’ve barely done anything to you and you’re already so excited for me. Tell me how bad you want it. I wanna hear you beg for it, like a good girl.”

“Baby…ugh fuck!” Abigail whimpered. She was interrupted by her personal phone ringing. “Of all the fucking times to call me, Tay!”

“You can ignore it” Ransom muttered before continuing his teasing assault on her clit.

“Hugh…mmm….stop, stop. She might need something.”

“Then she’ll need it in an hour or so.”

“Hugh, you’ve already had me today. Behave and learn how to share.”

“I want you all day every day.”

“Well, you can again after this call. Hey Tay, what’s up?” Abigail asked, getting herself out bed to and going to the living room to avoid any bad behavior by Ransom, who was scowling at her. She knew he’d make her pay for it as soon as she got off the phone.

“Harper isn’t celebrating New Year with us and I’m fucking bummed.”

“What? Why?”

“Her best friend is having a sleepover and she wanted to go. Of course I let her go, I can’t keep her trapped here with me cause she’s my most favorite person in the world, but it doesn’t change the fact that I’m bummed. It’s starting.”

“What’s starting?”

“Her not wanting to be around Jeff and I all the time.”

“Oh relax, she’s only 7.”

“You know as well as I do that this is how it starts. Soon, she’ll wanna go to the mall with her friends, wanna hang around boys or girls, not want to have movie night with Jeff and I, have random ass mood swings because of puberty, and so on.”

“Someone is emotional today.”

“I just feel like she’s growing up so fast. She was just born yesterday and now she’s having sleepovers and getting invited to every party. She’s so social which is a trait she clearly got from her father. Ugh, I’m just being a sentimental fuck. Sorry.”

“Stop. I’m sure if I ever become a mother, I’ll act the same way if not worse. You don’t need to apologize to me. Let’s talk about something different. What are you doing tonight since you’re not on mommy duty?”

“Well, I was invited to a clients party in Soho, but I don’t know if I wanna go. Jeff doesn’t like the guy anyway.”

“Well, what are your other options?”

“Going to our favorite dive bar in Brooklyn or just staying in. Ugh, I don’t wanna stay in. I feel so old and I’m only 31. What the fuck?!”

“Relax, Ransom and I are staying in. It’s much better than dealing with NYC crazies. We’re gonna order food, get dressed up, and get drunk. Staying in is fun.”

“Eh, you can say that. You’re not a parent.”

“Excuse you, I’m a proud dog mom!”

“Fuck you, bitch” Taylor laughed, temporarily moving the phone away from her. “It’s not the same thing.”

“Rude. Hey, why don’t you and Jeff come over here? We have a conjoined room that’s clearly not being used. Pack some shit, get dressed up, and come over. You don’t even have to buy booze, cause they stock the room for us. We’re getting a bunch of food-”

“You’re getting a bunch of food” Ransom interjected.

“Oh shut up! You’re gonna get drunk and eat it, like always” Abigail teased back. “Anyway, you and Jeff should come over. It’ll be fun, and we can dance to shitty music like always. Oh my God! Do you still have that CD we made in high school with all the shitty songs we loved?”

“Duh!”

“Bring it! We’re dancing our asses off to it.”

“Are you sure Ransom won’t mind?”

“He’ll be fine. He wanted to go out anyway, so I’m sure having people over will make him happy. Make him feel more social and less old.”

“She’s not wrong.” Ransom chimed in.

“So, what do ya say? Wanna ring in the New Year with your best friend? Your lifeline?” Abigail teased, flipping Ransom off.

“Abs, are you sure-”

“You’re not being a bother so don’t start your shit. Say yes and that you’ll be here in a few hours.”

“Fine, fine” Taylor laughed “we’ll be there around 7? Is that okay?”

“It’s perfect! We can get ready together!”

“Wait, you never actually told me where you’re staying.”

“You ready?”

“Oh God, this is about to be pretentious as fuck.”

“The Penthouse Suite at The New York EDITION.”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!”

“I asked you if you were ready!” Abigail laughed, moving the phone away from her ear a little to try and catch her breath.

“You fancy ass bitches. I would have never guessed that he would have gone that much out of his way. I shouldn’t be as surprised as I am.”

“He had the people who were staying here originally bumped to another room.”

“No he didn’t!”

“I swear to God!”

“Jeff, get off your broke boy shit and get some innocent people bumped from their Penthouse Suite for me!” Taylor called to another room.

“Yeah, be right there” Jeff called back, sarcasm dripping in his response.

“Stop” Abigail laughed into the phone, wiping her eyes.

“Ugh okay, we will see you later! I’ll tell Jeff to get his shit together and to wear is good shoes” Taylor laughed. “Thanks for this. I love you and I’ll see you soon!”

“I love you and I’ll see you soon, babes!” Abigail practically sang before hanging up.

“What time will they be here?” Ransom questioned before she even put her phone down.

“7”

“And I’m guessing you’re gonna wanna get New Years bullshit.”

“Yes” Abigail giggled.

“Then we better get started” Ransom sighed, getting up off the sofa.

“Get started with what?”

“Oh don’t play dumb now, baby girl.” He forced her legs around his waist and scooped her up, planting his hands on her ass. “You made me wait and disobeyed me. I’ve gotta teach you a lesson before I make you orgasm all over this cock” he taunted before slapping her ass hard. “Plus, we have to break in your new toys and I haven’t played with that tight ass of yours in a while.”

“Hugh-”

“Nope,” he chided simply before throwing her on the bed “get up and strip for me. Then I want you to bend over for me.”

“We have to-”

“You have to do what I say. The longer this takes, the less time you’ll have to shop” he smirked, taking his boxers off. “Now get up and strip.”

**

Abigail finished setting up the last bit of decorations she purchased before going to the bedroom to finalizing the outfit that she had picked out for the nights festivities.

“You’re stressing” Ransom called from the bedroom.

“I am not.”

“You are too. What is the problem?”

“Nothing.”

“Abigail.”

“Ugh, I just…this is our first…thing that we’re hosting as a couple. The last thing they came to that I hosted, was a fucking shit show.”

“You’re forgetting that the last thing you hosted had your cunt mother, whore sister, and Todd’s ignorant ass.”

“Hugh.”

“Was I wrong with any of my descriptions? No. Just because it’s harsh, doesn’t mean it isn’t true.”

“Still,” she sighed “I just want this to go well. I want to be able to pull something decent off. I want us to pull something nice off.”

“Well, I’m a fucking shit show without you,” Ransom laughed as he made his way out of the bedroom “but I think the two of us will be able to put together a good night of drunken stupidity and bullshit.”

“Fuck, you look so good” Abigail practically whimpered.

“I still clean up alright?”

“Fuck yeah”

“Wanna show me how much?” Ransom smirked as someone knocked on the door.

“OPEN UP BITCH!” Taylor yelled.

“I promise I will tonight” Abigail smiled.

“I’m holding you to that,” he smirked before smacking her ass “now lets host our very first…party? Whatever. Lets get fucked up.”

“Yes sir” Abigail laughed, running to the door.

“I have never felt so high class in my life” Taylor laughed, wrapping Abigail in a hug as soon as she opened the door.

“You ready to get fucked up?”

“Hell the fuck yes!” Taylor yelled and Jeff just shook his head.

“Lets bring in this New Year right! Like the fake bullshit adults we are” Abigail smiled, stepping aside to let them both in.

 Abigail tried to push away the pressing anxiety in her mind and forced herself to focus on what was currently going on. She didn’t feel like the current night would be bad, but she had a feeling that something bad was coming.

 “Hey, just relax a little bit. It’s all gonna be okay” Ransom whispered, pressing a small kiss to her temple.

“Yeah…you’re right. It will be” she smiled at him. She followed after Taylor, anxious to get all dolled up for the New Year.

 Abigail knew her mind was always going to the worst possible place, so she decided to ignore the anxiety trying to force its way in…for now.

**

taglist: @jennmurawski13 @goldenfightergir @princess-evans-addict @jeremyrennermakesmesmile

[yelenasdog]

il un a visage gentil (prof!gwilym lee x prof! gn reader)

genre: fluff

summary: who knew the attractive english lit professor also happened to speak french? not his new coworker, that’s for sure.

words: 1.7k

warnings: reader embarassing herself a lil bit, that’s it :)

a/n: hi!! first of all, no pronouns are used as this is from readers pov, so anyone can read. second of all, so i typically don’t write for gwil, but i had this idea in french the other day when my french teacher (sweet old french man who deserves better LMAODSJO) was going over some assignment that for some reason had il un a visage gentil in it LOLOL. that being said, i obvi don’t speak fluent french and this is all fictional! love u, hope u enjoy!!

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“Hello everyone, and welcome to your first day. I’m Dr Gwilym Lee, and I am the head of the English Literature Department here at Oxford University. Feel free to call me Gwil, it’s what all my students do.”

I slanted my eyes from my position at the door, gripping the frame just a tad tighter than I had been before hearing his voice. I continued to listen to the doctor talk as I made my way behind the last row of seats in the lecture room, trying not to make any noise. My heels were thankfully mute against the carpet, not drawing any attention towards me, the professor keeping complete focus on his students.

“One of the first things I wanted to kind of, um, touch on, is that I will be quite flexible. I understand that you have lives, as do I. As long as I can see an honest effort being put into my class, I will hold no repercussions for late work or being physically late to class.”

With that, he looked up to where I had just sat down, quirking a brow. The eye contact was momentary, only lasting what seemed to be a second, if that.

I cleared my throat, looking to my feet.

“We at the english department are quite proud of our status, ranking 4th in english programs overall in the UK. Now I won’t continue to bore you with the statistics, but-“

I made a scan of the room, seeing how only 1 or 2 pupils were actually listening, the rest either slumped over looking at their phones, or pretending to take notes on a laptop while really watching netflix. (More than one student was watching gossip girl, oddly enough.)

Considering it was only 5 minutes into the hour long lecture, I was confused, as he was holding my attention, at least, quite well.

After about 30 minutes, I realized that my own “first day lecture” was in 15 minutes, which assured that I most definitely had to leave. I was saddened by this (even though I had only even planned on staying in Gwil’s room for a small while.

I sighed quietly, picking myself up from the surprisingly comfortable seats and making my way towards the door. Just as I was about to go, I felt eyes boring holes into the back of my head. I turned, realizing Gwilym to be the perp. I opened my mouth to speak and then closed it again, quickly walking out and down the hallway to my own room.

I made it in, hurrying down the many stairs, past where a few students were waiting.

“Hi, everyone, I’ll just be a few moments, just waiting for the rest of your new classmates to arrive.”

I smiled briefly, before slamming my office door audibly, chest heaving with my back against the shaded window. I closed my eyes, unaware of why I had been so panicked by the brief interaction, not to mention the butterflies it hatched in my stomach.

After giving myself some time to decompress, I exhaled, smoothing out the skirt of my dress and rotating. I placed a hand on the handle, preparing myself for the fresh faced freshman.

As I opened the door, I heard half a knock, before whoever was behind the door (poor soul) essentially fell on top of me.

Expecting to see a red faced pupil who had just made a very interesting first impression, I looked up, suddenly becoming the one with a warm and itchy wave of embarrassment making its way up my neck.

“I’m so terribly sorry,” He stood up, reaching out a hand. I hesitated before reaching forward and gripping tightly, allowing him to tug me up.

“It’s alright, Gwil, really.”

He opened his mouth (not that I was paying any mind to his lips), presumably to ask my name. Before he got the chance, I beat him to it, blurting out my full title, unfortunately in a quite awkward way.

The students that had gathered had mostly turned their attention elsewhere by now, only a few of them still watching the live disaster that was my interaction with the incredibly attractive man in front of me.

He spoke up as I tried to maneuver my way around him to the podium positioned in the front of the room where my laptop was waiting.

“Well, I had assumed you were a student who was trying to sneak off early, but I stand corrected, then.” He looked around my slowly filling space, a slight amusement hiding in his gaze.

“Yes, sorry, I had caught you at a bad time, I was hoping to introduce myself, you know, trying to make a good impression. Feels like the first day of school all over again.” I laughed, bringing a hand up to brush away a stray strand that had somehow managed to escape my bun.

“It’s alright, don’t stress about it. And trust me, I get it. New jobs are scary.”

I huffed, looking out at the sea of judgmental young people that I now would have to face after that fiasco. Lovely.

“You could say that again.”

We sat in a comfortable silence for a short amount of time, the clock striking 2:30 being what woke me from my trance.

“That’s my queue.” I gave a small wave as he walked off, a smile spreading across his face at the motion.

I turned to my teaching assistant, fully believing he was out of earshot.

“Il un a visage gentil, eh?”

She only laughed, nodding her head and plugging in my macbook, allowing the screen to come alive with a flurry of colors in my powerpoint.

“Hi guys! Or should I say bonjour!” I paused, receiving a few chuckles in the crowd.

“I’m sorry for getting us started so late, I had a small mishap. I’m Dr Y/n Y/l/n, and I am your professor this year in the French undergraduate course, where you will have the opportunity to study medieval literature, modern day linguistics, and much more, which I will get into later on.

 We here at Oxford have the single largest French department in Britain, which we have come to have extreme pride in. We also have a french cultural center, where you will find a large selection of programmes and literature to choose from. If you haven’t yet checked it out yet,” I briefly looked up, seeing Gwilym still stood at the top of the stairs. He gave me another small smile, crossing his arms.

“Sorry, lost my place. Where was I?”

-

After class, I walked up to where the tall man had now moved to the side, allowing students to flood right by him.

“Gwil, hi!”

“Hi to yourself.”

I blushed, the feeling of fuzzy-ness once again flooding my entire system at just the brief statement. Odd. Extremely odd.

“That was very nice, I have a feeling this class will be quite popular in the coming years.”

I smiled and nodded my head. “Thank you, I appreciate it, truly. Although, I must say that I can tell everyone is racing to get a spot in Professor Gwilym Lee’s class 100% percent.”

He cocked his head, slimming his eyes.

“Really, you think so?”

We continued to walk down the long hallway, neither of us quite aware of where we happened to be going.

“Oh for sure, I can imagine you’re especially popular with a certain demographic, too.”

His confusion seemed to only grow, stormy blue eyes seemingly lost.

“What do you mean by that, exactly?” His voice slightly raised an octave at the end, earning a chuckle from me.

“Look, all I’m saying is that with looks like that, I bet your roster was full in seconds.”

I paused, the flow of conversation stopping as I came to terms with what I had just accidentally said. Out loud. In front of my new coworker, who happens to be incredibly gorgeous. A wonderful first day I’m having.

We resumed walking, a blanket of complete silence falling upon us all the way until we reached the entrance to the facility.

The chilly December air hit my face immediately, as well as droplets of rain that were falling so hard it felt like small bullets were grazing my nose, which I could barely feel after just a few moments outside.

“Here.” Gwil muttered, pulling out a bright red umbrella and using it to shield us both from the angry pellets sent from above.

“Ah, thank you.”

“Of course.”

Then it was quiet again between us both, minus the sounds of chattering students and the rain hitting and then sliding off of our cover, coming in contact with the ground with a final splat.

“You know,” Gwilym began, always the one to break the silence.

I hummed, turning my head in his direction.

“I speak a little bit of French, as well. And I think you also have a nice face.” He nudged my elbow and laughed, while I closed my eyes and sighed, hanging my head.

“So there really isn’t any other way I could possibly embarrass myself right now, is there?”

He only shrugged, scratching the back of his head. “Actually, now that I think of it, there might be one more thing I can think of?”

“What would that be?”

“Saying no to a cup of coffee?”

It was like I froze over completely, my mind suddenly growing blank when I needed it mostt.

“With me?” I asked, the question more aimed towards myself, a miniscule act of reassurance and affirmation.

Gwilym smiled brightly as he shook his head, and I swear, I had never seen anything more amazing.

“Yes, Y/n, with you.”

I stuttered, embarrassed for what seemed like the millionth time that day, specifically at my lack of verbal skills.

“Yes, yes of course, that sounds amazing.”

“Then what are we waiting for?”

He offered me an arm which I gladly took, and we started walking to the quaint campus cafe just across the street from our building.

It was the same cafe where (not that we knew it yet) the both of us would make many late night coffee runs together during midterms week, the stressful time growing to become one of our favorites as it was now filled with giggles and caffeine. 

Usually it would end up with one of us, that one of us usually being me, leaving a ring of coffee on the other’s ungraded assignments. Or even better, spilling an entire drink on the paper, only a “sorry!” written in Gwil’s rushed handwriting at the top of the curiously scented paper as explanation.

But as I said, we didn’t know that yet.

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kinda gross but whatevs, like and rb if u did indeed enjoy it. mwah, go eat some protein, take an electronics break and drink some water. love u 

xx hj

[ybcpatrick]

i was tagged by @toorational in a fanfic tag game!! damn y'all remember when i wrote FANFIC???

List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have  less than 20, just list them all). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag 10 of your favorite authors!

okay so 1: some of these might end up having to be opening chunks instead of sentences, in order for them to like. make sense lol. 2: for peterick dictionary fics, i'll be ignoring the dictionary excerpts, obvi. 3: i'm not gonna tag ten ppl just bc i don't think i know ten authors who haven't already been tagged akdksjfdl. okay LETS GOOOOO

1) The house had been on the market for quite a while. In fact, every few months, as he had been on the search for a place, it kept popping back up. It was never sold for very long and Patrick was convinced that it must have been fate or destiny or some of that other bullshit that spiritual people believed.

2) The silence of the bathroom deafens him.

3) The world was still.

4) Neither of them were strangers to impulsivity. Years upon years of going stir-crazy in tour buses and cramped vans would do that to a person, drive them to do stupid things on a whim.

5) "Well I'll be damned!"

"Shut up, Andy."

6) The light of his laptop was harsh on his eyes, glaring in his glasses and forming a new ache behind his skull.

7) To the surprise of literally nobody, summer in California is hot.

8) The new house was boring.

9) “You're stunning.”

Patrick choked on his Cinnamon Toast Crunch.

10) He can't feel his legs.

He's standing in the snow. No, no he's not. He's kneeling. He's on his hands and knees.

No, he's laying down.

11) “We gotta get outta this studio, ‘Trick,” Pete whined, flopping bonelessly onto the couch and the other man’s lap. Patrick scoffed, lifting his laptop out of the way of Pete’s skull as it collided with his thigh.

12) “Wow, you could totally bench press me.”

13) "I'm starting to wish I'd brought my phone," Pete murmured, eyes wide as he gazed at the sky.

14) When Pete was younger, he was certain he'd be fine without a queen.

15) There's only so many times you can watch The Santa Clause trilogy in the span of fifteen years before you lost count and collapse into a spiralling hell of Tim Allen.

16) Orange light streams into the bedroom, broken up by the blinds on the windows. Pete snuffles, eyelashes flickering against the back of Patrick's neck.

17) "So, are you and Patrick gonna do a couple's costume tonight?" Joe smirked, waggling his eyebrows. Andy threw his head back, laughing.

18) "So fucking cold..." Patrick muttered, burrowing deeper into his sleeping bag.

19) "Pete, are you sure I should go with you?" Patrick asked warily, fixing the collar of his button-up in the mirror. Pete made an unintelligible noise around his toothbrush, nodding furiously. He spat inelegantly into the sink and looked up at the singer desperately.

20) Bitter rain lashed against the sides of the bus, sending fresh waves of water down the windows of the bunk room every few seconds.

okay so there are i think like. four years between the first one and the last one. that is a lot of time. oh boy.

first off i’ve noticed that my like. approach to fic is actually kind of inconsistent? half of these are dramatic exposition, describing like.. the setting and stuff, and the other half are meant to be funny cold opens. half are dialogue, half are exposition. bro i am In Con Sis Tent. 

also i’ve noticed that there’s also a wide variety of sentence lengths, and topics, so like.. even tho i’ve got my hurt/comfort bitch branding, at least i do actually have some range lol.

this was a fun little exercise. it was nice to revisit my old work, that honestly makes me wanna write!! now if only i could find the time aksjfkansjj

i’m gonna tag: @ybcpete @needle-on-a-record @setting-in-a-honeymoon and anyone else who writes and would like to try this out!!

[izukult]

I saw your character playlist concept and I nearly squealed because I am so freaking bad at making accurate playlists like this but desperately crave one skfjaksd - if you’re still taking requests for that, I’d really love to see what you come up with Shoyo and I! My music type is mainly indie/alternative, but I also don’t mind some light pop in there too :)

Some things about me is that I write and read all the time, I’m decently athletic/enjoy sports, I LOVE animals (especially dogs), and I’m kinda sarcastic once I get comfortable with a person but will protect those close friends with everything I’ve got!! Just letting you know that you’re a literal icon for doing these <333 muah

i am literally in LOVE with shōyō!! I LOVED doing this one omg yes

that motherfucker is so cute. he loves with his all. it doesn’t matter what it is. if he wants something he wants something. he’s so happy to be with you i literally kid you not he will DRONE on and on and on about you like to no wits end. lmao it gets to the point where during practice he’ll be like “yknow i think y/n would’ve liked that spike😼”

he would try any way to find to get close to you. he was like “oh you like dogs? that’s wild because like four days ago i actually saw a dog while i was biking home so yea basically we have so much in common” he’s not even kidding. he’s 100%. he’s also golden retriever boy ugh I LUV HIM SM SIANFJAKDKAKDM.

you are sarcastic w him and he’ll do his little whiny yell where he throws some half assed insult like he does with kageyama LMAO. it will never hurt your feelings & he never wants it to

anyway it is named bedroom pop for a reason because you and sho SCREAM these songs in your room way too late at night. he 100% made this playlist for you. he ABSOLUTELY made this playlist for you. and he spent TIME thinking ab it too. it wasn’t just like “yes they will luv it😈😈” it was like “ok so i added this because four months ago you told me you liked this artist once and they are featured so” he is bad at studying school but he excels in studying you😎😎😎

i’m gonna link the playlist and i’ll also list the songs incase you don’t have spotify!!

1. cloud 9- beach bunny

2. i dare you- the regrettes

3. like real people do- hozier

4. you change with the seasons- the night café

5. honeypie- JAWNY

6. mariposa- peach tree rascals

7. peach trees- ax and the hatchetmen

8. brazil- declan mckenna

9. being so normal- peach pit

10. to be so lonely- harry styles

11. someone to you- BANNERS

12. still feel- half•alive

13. so alright, cool, whatever- the happy fits

14. the sun in her eyes- soft ride

15. malibu 1992- COIN

don’t get me wrong, you might’ve shown him a few of these songs but like i said he made this playlist DETAILED for you. obvi it would have more songs, and i feel like sho would be the kinda guy to keep adding songs to it til it had like 12 hours, but he would also make other playlists at the same time. if you want my reasoning for any or all of the songs please message me!! and if you don’t like a song and you want me to change it message me & i will! i loved making this one he’s so <3 beautiful

[punz4lyfe]

You play MK11, right? What are your thoughts on the whole Aftermath story?

Eeuuuuuuuuh....

While I do find it fun to get the DLC characters involved in the story, I’ve got a few... problems with the overall plot. Here they are:

1. The Infamous Sindel retcon. I think we all know about how ridiculous this retcon of Sindel’s orignal character is. In case you don’t, go watch any of The4thSnake’s Sindel videos, and you’ll get the idea of what’s wrong with it.

2. Just like in the original story, characters keep on disappearing and do not make any further appearances for unexplained reasons. Kollector, Frost, Erron, Baraka, even Scorpion and Sub-Zero! And characters like Scarlet and D’vorah don’t even appear at all.

3. So now characters get inexplicable heart attacks when they are near the presence of their Revenants? Liu Kang, Kung Lao, Kitana, and Jade must have REALLY strong hearts then.

3. Speaking of Revenants, where are Smoke and Stryker?

4. Shang Tsung nearly killed present Jax and no one batted an eye. Weird.

5. In the og story, Jacqui and young Jax went to Shang Tsung’s Island alone. In the Aftermath story, they came with a full squad of SF soldiers. Okay then.

6. I know Shang Tsung would be the overall bigger threat, but Sub-Zero became pretty trusting towards past Scorpion very quickly compared to the og story the minute he saw the sorcerer. 

7. The Shokan are full of idiots. Seriously, they see Sindel next to a knocked out Sheeva in a room containing two de-skinned Shokan, and they instantly take her side over a clear lie. Ugh.

8. Apparently, Kotal Kahn, young Sonya, and young Johnny Cage were with everyone else in the og story when they attacked Kronika’s Keep. Alrighty then... but wait!! Earlier in the aftermath story, Jade said that interrupting Kotal’s time in the Soul Chamber would leave his spine permanently damaged, and since he was taken out of the chamber without becoming fully healed, as well as being beaten by Sheeva afterwards, he should be at little to no condition to fight!

9. Young Sonya, the same gal who defeated Kabal and Erron Black in a cage fight w/o her gloves, defeat and kill Kano, fight off Geras, and wrestle off some Shokan with a garrote wire, gets knocked out by a single kick from Sindel. Wowie.

10. Gee Johnny and Cassie, your “love-one saving” powers would’ve been extremely useful against the two evil realm conquerers who are threatening you and your family members with a deadly four-armed army, a skin-splitting scream, and a warhammer. Just sayin’. Also, where’s present Johnny?

11. Is Sheeva STILL knocked out right now? Some queen.

12. Say, why didn’t Cassie go on the same ship as Jacqui and Jax like she did in the og story? Additionally, why did Kung Lao board the Outworld ship instead of the Shaolin Monk one? I can see Liu Kang going with Kitana for obvi reasons, but not Kung Lao. Why are the Tarkatans still going into battle w/o Baraka? Where is Baraka anyway? And did Kharon ALWAYS had this many ships for the additional Special Forces?

13. The Tarkatans and Outworld troops are also idiots. Immediately siding with Shao Kahn and Sindel after defeating Kitana and Liu Kang, even though they just killed a ton of their brethren.

14. Sooooooo what happened to Jade after Sindel threw her down the boat? Was she also chained-up with Kitana? Her revenent is still alive and well.

15. Kung Lao was thrown into the bottomless Sea of Blood after losing to Shao Kahn or Sindel. Yet, his revenant is still fine and well later on, even though the monk should’ve well drowned by then. And since he was knocked around silly by SK or Sindel, he would NOT have enough energy for teleport away or swim for safety.

16. There is NO way the good guys would have that many monks and soldiers at their side, especially since a good chunk of the soldiers were murdered by the Shokan.

17. And again, where is Sub-Zero and Scorpion? It makes sense for Cassie, Kitana, Jade, Kung Lao, and Sheeva to not be present, but after Fujin beaten the both of them earlier on, they were seen no worse for wear in the cutscenes afterwards. Also, did no one bat an eye to their large number of missing allies when they got to Kronika’s Keep?

18. So is Kharon just watching all this happen with a bucket of popcorn or...

19. What happened to the Special Forces and Shaolin Monks when Shang Tsung was fighting Nightwolf, Raiden, and Fujin? We don’t see any bodies of the two fractions afterwards, so what gives? In fact, what ever happened to Jacqui and both Jax’s?

20. Shang Tsung implies that Liu Kang deliberately triggered the deaths of many of his allies and friends for their final confrontation. Problem is, not a lot of Liu Kang’s friends are actually dead. The only confirmed ones are Kotal Kahn and potentially Kung Lao, assuming he drowned after the revenant got killed, but that’s still just two. Kitana and presumedly Jade are chained up. (we still see their revenants alive and well, so their past selves have to be okay too) Shang Tsung was halted from stealing Nightwolf’s soul before he had the chance. Raiden and Fujin were purposely left half alive. Shao Kahn and Sindel said they will use Sonya, Johnny, and Cassie as trophies or breeding slaves in Outworld, keeping them alive in the process. Sheeva was only knocked out unconscious. And Sub-Zero, Scorpion, Erron, Baraka, Jacqui, and both Jax’s just... disappeared from the plot. That’s still a maximum of two friends of Liu Kang that died, making Shang Tsung’s quote sound a little more of an exaggeration when it comes to Liu’s allies. The only other characters who died are Cetrion, Shao Kahn, Sindel, Revenants Kitana, Jade, and Kung Lao, and Kronika, but Liu Kang doesn’t give a rat’s ass about them.

Wow, longer post than I expected.

[boymeetsweevil]

MBD - 04

Grouping: Reader x Yoongi

Word Count: <8k

Summary: Three lessons to be learned: 1) don’t read the comments. Ever. 2) Baking will never let you down. 3) Don’t tease Yoongi.

Warnings/Themes: Angst?? Heavy doses of body image and related unhealthy behaviors, low self-esteem, cyberbullying? May be triggering for some. Some suggestive content. A jealous Yoongi.

part 0, part 1, part 2, part 3

A few more days pass through your break from work. Yoongi stayed with you the morning after coming back from the club to help you nurse your hangover, but he’d been in the dorms and studio since then. This left you with extra time on your hands.

In that time, you visited your best friend and your cousin who both lived deeper in the city, a mere hour’s ride from your apartment in the outskirts. You also got ahead on some work despite the fact that your boss gave you strict warnings about fully enjoying the break after seeing how hard you worked on the project for the quarter. But eventually you ran out work you could do and had nothing left but Netflix and the internet.

As it turns out, being alone with the internet ends up being a horrible set of circumstances. Curiosity and boredom get the best of you, and you find yourself breaking a cardinal rule.

You google Yoongi to see what pops up and get recent news about him being spotted with a lady friend. You know better, but optimism pulls you in and you’re opening up one of the articles. Apparently a fan that snuck into the VIP booth snapped a picture of you dancing with him at the club you went to a few days prior. Yoongi looks handsome with his bare face half obscured by his mask and a soft expression as he looks at you. But you let out a raspy gasp at your picture.

The only good thing about the photo is that your face is turned away from the camera, leaving your identity barely undiscovered. But your neck is coated with sweat, gleaming under the club lights. In the picture, the dance-move you’re doing is frozen, awkward and contorted, your body looks all wrong. With the powerful camera flash, you can see all the spots on your clothes where sweat had accumulated, all the spots where your amateur makeup skills failed. There’s no grace, no elegance, no dignity afforded to you in the photo.  It’s not the first time you’ve seen of yourself in a random pap site or careless photos. But it’s by far the worst one you’ve seen.

Like a magnet is drawing you there, even though your stomach already feels like shards of ice are forming inside it, you break a second cardinal rule. You read the comments.

It’s amazing that she feels comfortable looking like that when there’s a literal GOD standing next to her. I could never do that. I wouldn’t even leave the house

Why is something like this allowed when there are much prettier girls to pick from?

I don’t think Yoongi would be stupid enough to date this girl, the picture probably just makes it look like they’re together when they’re obvi not

actually I think this is the same girl in that ##0524 photo. Look (image01) same hairstyle and earrings. I think she just turned into a blimp...

Guys plz be nice u don’t know this person. Maybe she has a really great personality

so? This is what she gets for trying too hard to cling to Yoongi

Yo it’s prolly cuz she’s rich. You see those leggings? I didn’t even think they made them in that size but they’re from that brand IU wears. And they’re like $250 :0

She wasn’t even that pretty before this but now I REALLY don’t get it. Yoongi~~ there are skinnier girls who would suit u better

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You slam your laptop shut before fumbling for your phone. Breathing levelly, you’re the picture of eerie calm with the exception of the way your hands tremble. You pull up your text messages to text your best friend when you stop yourself. While the company knows that you’re dating, you’re not allowed to disclose any information about Yoongi or the relationship to any third parties. To the public he’s still single despite his dating clause having expired long before you even met. And there’s no way to explain what you’re going through to your friend without bringing up your secret boyfriend’s stardom.

So who can you turn to, you wonder. You can’t tell your friends. You can’t tell your mother either. As much as you love her, she’d spill the secret in minutes out of well-meaning pride. And there’s no way you can tell Yoongi.

Taking a deep breath in through your nose, you hold it for as long as you can before shoving a pillow over your face and screaming.  All that’s left to show for the few minutes you spend screaming is the fact that you feel about 1% better and your now-hoarse voice. But the relief doesn’t last. The relief leaves room for heat to rise on your skin. Annoyance fills all your empty spaces. You catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and feel more anger.

Maybe you just aren’t working hard enough and people can just see that. Maybe you just aren’t being productive, you haven’t earned your spot yet. You hop off the bed and look around the room, almost frantic in your search for something to work on and actually improve.

Start with a deep clean, you tell yourself.

Two days later when Yoongi comes over, you’re still in the process of purging your tiny apartment.

“What’s all this,” he kicks gently at the garbage bags full of clothes littering the walkway to your bedroom. You jump at the sound of his voice, having forgotten that he mentioned coming over.

“I’m just doing some tidying up. I started with towel folding videos on YouTube and ended up realizing I have a hoarding problem.”

“I don’t think having dust bunnies under your bed counts as hoarding, but okay.” He searches for some space on your bed to sit in. The duvet’s surface is also covered in a mixture of old clothes and little knick knacks you’ve had since before you graduated college. “I didn’t realize you had so many clothes.”

You watch him pick up a spaghetti string top that you hadn’t gotten around to sorting yet. He gestures towards the two trash bags full of clothes on the floor.

“Put it in that one,” you point to the one furthest from the bed.

“Is this the donate pile?” He folds the shirt almost neatly and places it on the top of the other items with a sympathetic pat.

“Uh, no.”

“Then what is it? Looks like you already have everything you’re keeping,” he peers into your stocked closet.

“That’s actually the...inspiration pile,” you explain quietly.

“What?”

“It’s the stuff I'm gonna keep as motivation for me to lose weight.”

“Oh,” you’re surprised to see what looks like faint disappointment in Yoongi’s eyes as your words register. “I mean...makes sense.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, I mean that’s one route you could take.”

“Is there another route?”  You turn to face him fully from your spot on the ground with a confused smile. The shoes you were organizing lay unattended.

“Well, you could not lose the weight,” he shrugs.

You avert your gaze to the ceiling, as if the true meaning of his words will be scribed there. It sounds as though he’s suggesting you don’t try to get back down to where you were before the huge project your boss assigned you, but you figure that can’t be it.

“I just mean that you could donate these,” he points at the clothes in the inspiration pile. “Some of them look like they’re brand new—I’ve never even seen you in them. And you could just get some new clothes.”

“You mean like ones that fit me now?”

“Or like before.” He shrugs. “Your style was nice, I don’t know why you changed it.”

“It changed because nothing I had before fits now. So I have to wear this other stuff.” You’re talking about the shapeless sweaters and the monotonous greyscale pants.

“You don’t have to.”

He makes a valid point, but it’s a small one. Besides, there’s something else you’re digging for. “So you really think I should buy bigger clothes?”

“Yes,” he says, like it’s so simple.

“Okay...but these clothes are supposed to be there to motivate me to lose the weight. If I just get a new wardrobe, that’ll mean the motivation is gone.”

“Okay,” he draws out the syllables while waiting to hear what your point is.

“That means I’ll stay like this.”

“What do you mean ‘like this’? What’s wrong with that?”

Your fists clench at your side as you think back to the photos of you in the club. And the comments from the netizens all saying roughly the same thing. With the puzzled way he stands there and looks at you, you feel another wave of frustration rise up. Did he really not see what was happening? Was he really going to make you say it?

“Hey,” he peers down at the veins rearing against the skin of your hands. “I mean it. What’s wrong?”

He gets up like the discussion is about to go somewhere but his phone ringing loudly with the little jingle reserved for one of his producer buddies stops the conversation in its tracks. You take this as a moment to shoo him out your place before your head explodes. Yoongi looks conflicted, he truly does. Still, he answers the call dutifully and gives a few affirmative words to assure that he is going to be at the studio soon and is ready to work. The call is short, but the mood is still tense like an angry, trapped breath.

“I have, like, 5 more minutes before I have to go—”

“You know what? Never mind. You’re clearly busy with studio stuff and I’m...busy too.”

With steely eyes, you take the clothes he was trying to help you with and add them to your own pile. He picks up the few things he brought with him in his brief visit and eyes you like he wants to say more. His gaze lingers over the sides of your face like a regretful touch and you turn to the side to shrug it off.

Another beep from his phone shatters the gossamer thin atmosphere further. He sighs and pulls his phone back out before hunching his shoulders.

“Can I use your laptop to check my email really quickly before I go? They just sent me a file and I can’t open it on my—”

“Yeah, yeah, just take it with you. I don’t need it,” you cut him off and wave a hand in the direction of your computer.

He looks almost upset when he gathers your laptop in his arms with the rest of his things, but doesn’t push the issue any further. The air is too tight for anything, even a genuine goodbye. Your throat is sore with oncoming angry tears and you just want him out.

The door shuts behind him softly, in place of the usual goodbye kiss. You wait until you know he’s gone let it all out.

*** Yoongi opens your laptop when he’s in the back of the car taking him to the studio. It takes him a minute to remember your password, but he logs on with minimal difficulty and the last thing you were looking at pops up obediently.

The rest of your break from work passes without a visit from Yoongi again. It’s not a coincidence. It’s because you turned your phone off for 48 hours and even after you turn it back on, you mute all other notifications and only look at it to check your work email and tell your friends that you’re ‘unplugging for a bit’.

In that time, you get all your clothes sorted. You burn through an entire fitness-based podcast series.  You declutter your whole apartment. But there’s still an unpleasant buzzing under your skin that doesn’t go away. Even with the reintroduction of at-home cardio and the shady water fast you did that promised a lifted mood and a loss of 2 pounds.

Then you’re home from work one day, and you find yourself pacing all around the rooms of your place. You’re fed up with bottling things up, but you don’t know what to do with this knowledge. Yes, it’s nice to realize that everything you’d been chasing wasn’t worth the torture you put yourself through, but you can’t seem to get any further. So you try baking. And when that doesn’t put you at ease immediately, you break down and call Yoongi.

Yoongi picks up immediately. Part of you is surprised because he’s been working on new mixtape stuff and when that happens he’s usually unreachable. But another part of you isn’t surprised because, to him, you dropped off the face of the earth after a near-argument and he’s still technically on break from promotions for a little while longer. There’s no reason not to be answering the phone. In spite of all this, his tone is a tentative mix of concern and relief that has you blinking in confusion before curtly telling him you wanted to talk at your place.

He arrives in a defensive cocoon of layers and squared off features. Only one of the two he sheds at the coat rack by your front door before going to find you in the kitchen, just finishing shoving dozens of muffins into the oven.

“Hey,” he says after clearing his throat to make his presence known.

“Hey.” You turn around and remove the oven mitts you’re wearing. “We need to talk about some things.”

“I know,” he chuckles humorlessly. “I saw that shit on your computer.”

Your brow furrows in thought as you recall the last thing you used your laptop for. Recollection comes eventually. Briefly you wonder if Yoongi read past the top comments. If he gave into the urge to comb through every single one to satisfy morbid curiosity. You nod.

“It definitely has to do with that.”

“Fuck what those people are saying. You don’t need to change or to—to keep an inspiration pile.”

At that, you groan. Your fingers tap on the countertop impatiently. “Can you please stop saying stuff like that?”

“What? That you’re perfect the way you are?” He spits.

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s not true.”

“Why wouldn’t it be true?”

Frustrated tears well up in the corners of your eyes because while you get that this isn’t an issue he’d ever have to worry about, part of you still don’t understand how he doesn’t get it. He’s trying so hard to be a good, romantic boyfriend that he doesn’t even see how much he misses. It’s supposed to be comforting, you’re sure, but it only infuriates you.

“Because I don’t fucking match you like this!”

He jumps at the sound of your raised voice, eyes wide. “Match me? What the hell?”

“You heard me,” you mumble.

“Yeah, I fucking heard you, but it still doesn’t make any sense. You’re not signed to some stupid contract, you’re not mandated to do anything with your body.”

“Haven’t I, though? I signed that fucking non-disclosure agreement after all. And I get a fucking angry call from your PR agents every time I show up in your pap photos, even though my face is never in them.” At this point you’re pacing again. This time it’s in tight circles in front of your fridge. “You said it yourself, you saw those awful comments. You saw how mad people get when I don’t show myself in just the right way. Those fans ripped me apart, Yoongi.” Your voice cracks and you curse yourself for being an angry crier. Crossing your arms around yourself, you try your best to beat back the tears.

“So you’re going to let a few fans tell you how to feel?”

“A few fans?” You’re close to laughter. “Try six hundred comments on one photo. Six hundred comments about the person who isn’t even the celebrity. And then multiply that by the number of times someone’s caught me at an unflattering angle or when I was bloating or when I started gaining weight back for real. Do the fucking math, Yoongi.”

That shuts him down instantly. Immediately worry replaces the incredulity. “I—how many times has this happened? Is this not the first time?”

You sigh at his ignorance. “No, but this is first time I was dumb enough to read the comments.”

“Why didn’t you say anything the first time something like this happened?” Yoongi’s face is full of distraught guilt. It’s hard for you to look at.

“What do you want me to say? Did you really want to hear me say all this stuff about some of your fans? These are people that love you. And you love them.”

“I love you, too. You know that,” he whispers, voice raw with emotion.

You can only sigh again because you do know. He does love you. He loves you perhaps too much. At this point, it seems like he’s so infatuated with you that he can’t fathom that people would have issues with you. But he’s also so in love with his career that you don’t have the heart to show him the things you’re facing. The dissonance would be too much to add to his already-full plate. And knowing Yoongi, he might do something stupid and get himself in trouble with his own fans. You’d hate to be the cause of something like that in his career.

The oven beeps and you use that as an excuse to escape the way his eyes shine as he contemplates just how much he wasn’t aware of until now.

He leans on the doorframe to watch you pull out the muffins from the oven and drop them unceremoniously onto the stovetop. The muffins are perfectly golden-brown and give off a warm, sweet scent that fills the kitchen quickly. You stand silent with your back to him, shoulders rising with the careful breaths you’re forcing yourself to take.

“Do you still love me,” his voice is small when it floats over to you.

“Ughh,” you claw at your face with your oven mitts. “Of course I do. I wouldn’t have asked you over if I didn’t. But...you have to understand that this is hard for me.”

“And what is ‘this’?

You turn and lean back against the counter, gesturing vaguely with a gloved hand. “This idol thing.” He tilts his head, not understanding. “I just mean that you have this amazing image because you’re out in the spotlight and I don’t want to sully that for you by...not looking like I should.”

“Why do you care about what other people think so much?”

“That’s so easy for you to say when people love you and you look like that. It’s different for regular people.” Your voice cracks once more as the shine lighting up your eyes breaks and runs down your cheeks. “It’s different because I’m already not deserving of you in their eyes. I can’t be regular and not look perfect.”

His hard demeanor softens at the sound of your sniffles and he comes to pull you into his chest, smoothing over your back. “Baby, there’s nothing wrong with the way you look.”

“I know that,” you sob. “I know that there’s nothing wrong with me, but you’ve seen what people say on those stupid forums. No amount of self-confidence could protect anyone from that shit.”

“Can I ask you something,” he says softly after a few aching moments of listening to you try to rein in your breathing.

“Y-yeah.”

“Who are the most important people in your life?”

“Huh?” You look up at him with watery lashes and he wonders how you could ever find fault with what you see in the mirror.

“Whose opinion matters to you most?”

“I don’t know,” you rub wet cheeks against the fabric of his top and think. “My boss since he pays me, obviously. And coworkers, I guess. My friends, definitely. My family, although they’re pretty easy to ignore.” He snorts. “A-and you,” you add on at the end hastily.

He gives you a sad smile when you look up at him. “What about you?”

“What about me?”

“I mean...doesn’t how you feel matter? You just listed a bunch of other people.”

“Of course what I feel matters,” you say suddenly. You push back from him to clear your head. The tears have stopped flowing, though your cheeks are still wet. “I just can’t go through the world only ever hearing or caring about what I think. But I like myself, Yoongi.”

He nods seriously.

“Even if it doesn’t seem like it because I’m shy sometimes, or quiet. I like myself. But it still hurts to have people tell me they think I shouldn’t. I’m not the type of person who doesn’t react when people attempt to hurt me. That’s the part that hurts the most, I think. Knowing that it was their goal all along.”

“I get that. Or,” He purses his lips, “I think I do. I want to get it, anyway.”

You give him a weak smile because he’s cute, even in moments like this.

He squeezes your hand before bringing it to his lips. It’s not quite a kiss, just him brushing his lips against your skin while he talks. “But I still want to be there for you. And I hate that I could only guess when you were hurting.”

“I should have told you, but I was embarrassed.”

“Why would you be embarrassed?” He moves back to pull up a chair at your dining room table. His gaze is genuine and engaged as he looks to you for an answer.

“I’ve been dieting since the company approved us dating privately. This is the first time I’ve been...normal around you. I was worried you’d have this epiphany. That I’m not who you thought I was.”

“Do you remember the first night we met,” he asks all of the sudden.

“Yeah? You came to visit me at work and freaked my supervisor out. She still has that napkin you autographed.”

“That’s not the first night we met,” he shakes his head and chuckles. “We first met at my party. The one your cousin brought you to.”

“Oh, god. I hardly remember that, I was so drunk. I think I blocked it out.”

“You looked like this back then,” he smiles softly at you, memories of that night settling over the surroundings as they play out in front of him.

“Yeah, I know,” you nod softly, eyes averted.

“And you were so pretty that night too.” His gaze turns slightly salacious. “In that little shiny dress you wore—what ever happened to that?”

“You’re dumb,” you shove him with a simpering smile. He merely grins before pulling you slightly closer towards where he’s seated at the kitchen table.

“You still have it?”

“Oh my god, leave me alone.”

He leans into your space, making you duck your head to hide the way your cheeks flare up at his personal attention. Seeing you like this makes something coil in his belly. In due time, he thinks as he backs off. In due time, he’ll really give it to you. But in the meantime he behaves and doesn’t do anything more than intertwine your fingers together.

“I’m donating the clothes from the inspiration bag,” you mumble into his hair.

He pulls back and is careful to keep his face neutral. “Yeah?”

“I did a lot of thinking. And I realized that I don’t think I can say I really like myself if I keep forcing myself into this...mold.”

His brows furrow, lips pouting prettily as he focuses on following your train of thought. “So, what does that mean now?”

“So, this is me. For a long time probably, unless something major happens. I’m telling you so it can sink in. This is your out.”

“Okay,” he stands up from his chair slowly. Large, warm hands come to cup your face tenderly. “And this is me telling you I don’t want an out.”

“Okay,” you breathe out a sigh of relief so deep you don’t know where it came from.

“Glad that much is worked out,” he says before planting a sweet kiss on your cheek. “Hey.”

“What?”

“Can I have a muffin?”

You roll your eyes but go and get a plate from the cabinet. He watches you carefully as you hesitate at the oven before gingerly putting two muffins on the plate. When you return to the table, you mumble something about just wanting to see if they came out good and he doesn’t say anything. Instead, he takes a bite of one of your rare instances of culinary genius. He lets out a moan that makes your eyes widen and you take a bite before nodding to yourself.

“Just open a bakery already,” he says with a semi-full mouth and reaches out with grabby hands until you get the message to leave your chair. He pulls you into his lap and you try not to feel too self-conscious as you settle your thighs on top of his own. His hand lands on top of your lap casually, large hands splaying out on top to squeeze affectionately at the softness he finds there.

You worry you’re cutting off the blood supply to his legs but he sits happily with you in his lap and even kicks a little rhythm out while finishing his muffin. You get up and he snags the untouched part of your muffin before pulling his phone out of his pocket.

There’s a stream of messages in the group chat asking about his whereabouts and what he wants to do tonight. He answers that he’s with you and the other members all complain about how long it’s been since you visited them. Jungkook even tells Yoongi to bring you over to his place since they’re having a small kickback with just themselves and your post-break workload is still light. He purses his lips and asks for a raincheck, not wanting to push you into being on just yet.

***

A few days pass and the messages get more and more annoying as the other members whine about not having seen neither Yoongi nor you in far too long. So during one of the last days of their break, while he’s trying to dictate a cookie recipe to you, he breaks down at the 13th ping from his phone in a short period.

“Do you want to come hang out with me and the guys tonight?”

Normally if you’re invited over, you jump at the chance because you love getting out of your apartment and you like seeing Yoongi in his element with the people he’s closest to. But you don’t jump on the invitation now because it’s been so long since you last saw the guys and you know that you looked different then.

“I don’t know,” you fold toasted almonds into the cookie dough.

“Why not?”

“You know why,” you sigh. “And as nice as they are, I don’t really want to deal with the ‘did you do something with your hair’ or ‘wow you look so different’ comments.”

“They’re not gonna say that, they’re not total assholes. Look, if anyone says or does anything stupid, I’ll rip them a new one and take you back here.”

You purse your lips while you think it over. “And then will you stay the night?”

“If something stupid happens, I’ll cancel my studio appointment and stay over,” he smiles at you, eyes crinkling. “I’ll tell them we’re on our way now.”

“I can’t leave now,” your hands flutter up as you go from 0 to 60. “I’m a mess, I need to—”

“It’s just the guys. There’s literally no one there worth impressing. I would know.”

“Fine,” you groan. “Just let me change. I’m covered in flour.”

In your room, you find yourself unsure of what to put on. You no longer have any of the clothes you used to wear when you needed to feel like you objectively looked good. But you do have the gorgeous leggings Yoongi gifted you. You switch out your current shirt for a cleaner one and slip on a pair you’ve become obsessed with.

Yoongi punches in the code to the front door of Jungkook’s apartment while you hold the tin of cookies you made. Your fingers slip against the container due to having grown a bit clammy on the ride over. It took a heinous amount of time to wrap them in a way that would keep them warm all during the ride across the city. And now you’re nervous despite the fact that Yoongi sensed it in the car and hurled reassurance after reassurance at you.

But when Namjoon pulls the door open and greets both of you with a smile and a hug and no weird looks, you let out a tiny sigh of relief.

The guys crowd around you after Yoongi announces that you baked. Hoseok mumbles to himself about Yoongi hiding you purposefully so he could hoard your baking and takes two cookies for good measure. Jungkook says thank you politely before splitting one with Jimin. Taehyung takes two for himself and Namjoon and tells you ‘welcome back’. While the rest of the members snack, you count off the remaining sweets in the container and realize you didn’t give any to Jin.

The oldest member is standing in the hallway, drinking from a glass of water and scrolling through his phone when you find him. He must not have gotten the memo that you arrived, so you make your presence known by softly clearing your throat.

“Long time no see,” you smile at Jin.

He peers at you over the rim of his glass for a few long beats and you work to keep your smile natural. You can’t help but worry that he’s looking at the way you’ve has changed since he last saw you, chiseling away at the outside to see the familiar you he knows underneath.

“I guess it has been,” he finally says when he drains his glass. He leans back to rest his back on the wall. “Whatcha got there?”

“Oh, um, they’re just some cookies I made today. Yoongi had been bugging me about making them and I gave some to the others. I just thought I’d see if you wanted any.”

“I’ve always liked your baking.” He reaches out and plucks a cookie from the tin. A second later half of the cookie is gone. He chews thoughtfully.

“This is a new recipe, so I don’t know if it’s as good as it could be. I haven’t had much time for experimenting in the kitchen with work up until now so they might be—”

“I can only imagine how good they were when they first came out of the oven,” he finishes the rest and cuts your rambling off.

You stand there, oddly nervous, while he chews. When he finishes, he watches you fiddle with the lid so the cookies don’t get stale.

“Something’s changed about you,” Jin says finally, his eyes moving from your hair to your toes. You nearly drop the tin in your fumbling, and cringe from both the comment and your clumsiness.

“Yeah, I... gained some weight recently,” you blurt out in the hopes that it’ll be less uncomfortable if you’re the one to say it. But it’s not.

“Hmm,” Jin’s eyes rove over you more thoroughly, making you stand ramrod straight. “I don’t think that’s it. It’s something else, I think.”

“Oh. Well I don’t know, then.”

“What’s going on,” Yoongi’s voice creeps into the mix.

When you turn your head, you’re greeted with the sight of Yoongi in the doorway. He looks comfortably settled against the doorframe, like he’s been there for a while. His gaze isn’t directed at you, but at Jin, you realize. A quick glance back shows that they’re both looking at one another.

“Nothing. We were just talking.” Jin shrugs before walking over to you. A hand on the small of your back brings you with him and up to Yoongi.

Yoongi fixes Jin with a narrowed stare. “The guys were wondering where you both were. They want to play a game together.”

“We were here. No need to worry about us.”

“Well, why don’t you go in and tell them that? I’m gonna speak with my girlfriend.”

Jin gives him an amused smile before giving you a two-fingered captain’s salute and heading to the living room. It might have seemed dorky if anyone had done it, but you marvel over how cool he makes the gesture look. Yoongi turns to you then and takes in your distant expression.

“He didn’t say or do anything to make you uncomfortable, did he? Jin sometimes is a total asshole.”

“No, he—well, he said I looked different.”

“Do you want me to beat him up,” he steps forward to rest his hands on your shoulders. “Because I can, just say the word.”

“It’s really okay. He said it wasn’t just the weight. That it was something else.”

Yoongi’s lips thin as he tries to look for some other message in your words. “I don’t know what the hell that means.”

“It probably didn’t mean anything bad. Just let it go.”

Yoongi nods but takes both your hands in his to kiss them. You lead the way to the living room, feeling a little more like you can handle the night. There’s not much space with all seven members and you. You end up seated away from Yoongi, on the couch between Jungkook and Jin.

Somehow you get roped into playing some Mario game with two teams. You don’t know anything about video games, but you listen to Jungkook’s instructions carefully when you get one of the controllers because he’s one of your teammates. You’re not very good, though. Jin, your team captain, eventually has to maneuver his hands over yours so your character does the right thing.

“You sure you didn’t change your makeup style or something,” Jin asks during one of the rounds where you’re supposed to be playing against Hoseok.

The question takes you by surprise and you turn toward the sound of his voice only to realize just how close he is when he’s acting as a gaming coach of sorts.

“Uh, no. Why?”

“Dunno,” he doesn’t look at you while he converses with you. He’s watching the screen with a hawk-like focus. “You just look prettier than I remember.”

You stutter around nothing, not sure what to say. In the end you settle for saying nothing, though you do spare Yoongi a glance. His gaze must have already been directed at you because you make eye contact immediately. Knowing that he’s probably just making sure you’re having an okay time, you give him a thumbs up and attempt to make Kirby spin on the large screen in front of you.

The night stays that same level of odd. No one else does anything out of the ordinary, barring Jin. He’s strangely attentive even after you get the hang of playing enough to take full control of the controller. After that point, he still slings an arm across the back of the couch, which makes full contact with your shoulders because of how tightly packed you all are on the couch. And when he wants your attention, he makes a habit of brushing his hand down your arm and sometimes leaving it there.

You figure you just don’t spend enough time with Jin to get used to him. But you’ve seen enough interactions between him and the younger members to know how touchy-feely they are with each other. Maybe you’re just enough of an extension of Yoongi to be included in that touching. So you try your hardest not to question it. It’s just nice to know you've been accepted that much and you start to lean into the touch like you would with your own friends.

Soon enough you’re taking part in the high fives that melt into hand holding when you score a goal.

‘Quite a feat for a beginner’, Jin tells you.

Yoongi watches from across the room as your face lights up once again from Jin’s praise. You look like you’re having wholesome fun and the urge to interrupt that is what kills him. But what kills him more is the way Jin’s thumb strokes gently against the curve of your flank as he gestures to something on the screen while Jungkook takes a turn with the controller.

He didn’t think he was the jealous type, but when Taehyung orders pizza one painful hour later, Yoongi’s come to the realization that he’s much more selfish than he knew. Jin whines until you let him feed you a bite of the pepperoni pizza on his plate, knowing you’re too nice to say no. You think this is run of the mill behavior, but even Jimin raises his eyebrows at the display before peering at Yoongi’s furious profile.

The last straw, though, is when Jin wipes a trickle of grease from the corner of your mouth and waits until you’ve turned your head to say something to Jungkook before sucking the residue off. At that, Yoongi stands up abruptly, nearly toppling over the empty box that was near his knees.

“It’s getting late,” he answers the curious stares watching him trudge over to you. “We should head out now if we still want to get back to your place at a decent hour.”

“Oh,” your eyes are wide, “You don’t have to. I know you wanted to do your thing in the studio tomorrow. I should be fine on my own,” you hint back to the promise he made to stay over if the night was a bust.

“I changed my plans already, so I’ll go later in the week. Come on, let’s call a car and go.”

“I can drive you guys. I brought my car,” Jin offers suddenly. His arm is back to resting behind your shoulders. And because his fingers are close enough to graze your shoulder, they do.

“You really don’t have to,” Yoongi bites out. His stare is potent with silent accusation.

“Yoongi, why not? Jin’s place is across the bridge from mine. It actually makes some sense, and I was getting kinda tired. If we wait for a car, I might not be able to get up early enough to go to that brunch spot you mentioned.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Jin claps his hands with finality and gets up from the couch before extending his hand out to you. Much to Yoongi’s chagrin, you take his hand like it’s a genuine gesture of chivalry.

Jin somehow manages to get you to sit up in the passenger’s seat with him, leaving Yoongi to fume in the backseat. Occasionally Jin’s eyes will meet his in the rear view mirror and they’ll crinkle with impish amusement before returning to caressing your silhouette.

“So,” Jin says once he gets on the freeway. “Is our Yoongi treating you good?”

You laugh because you don’t see the game at play. “Of course he is. He’s the best boyfriend I could have asked for.” Yoongi’s resolve softens momentarily at your sincere tone. “I love him, even when he gets weird like tonight.” That comment has Jin cackling.

“You know,” he says once his laughter dwindles down, “I actually had the flu the day of Yoongi’s party. The day you guys met.”

“That explains why I didn’t actually see you there. I remember everyone else being there, though.” You gaze wistfully out the window. “I was too shy to talk to any of you guys then.”

“That’s okay. If I had been there, I would have talked to you.”

“That would have been a fun night, I bet.”

“Yeah,” he makes sure Yoongi’s looking in the rearview mirror. “Who knows how close we’d be today if I hadn’t gotten sick.”

Yoongi’s cheek nearly bleeds with force of his teeth gnawing on the inside. If he could, he’d reach forward and throttle Jin. But he’s driving so that’s not an option.

The torture doesn’t last much longer because about 10 minutes later you’re directing Jin to the parking garage of your apartment complex. The goodbyes are annoyingly drawn out and Jin manages to invite himself to brunch the next morning. All the while, Yoongi stands behind you, dying to get inside and away from the eldest member.

Finally, the door gets slammed shut before Jin can say something stupid about seeing you both tomorrow. Yoongi gives the door a smug look and then turns to catch a flash of your eyebrows raised in amusement. His eyes narrow and he approaches you slowly as you shrug off your layers in an almost too mundane way.

“What’s so funny,” he drawls. He attempts to peer at your face only for you to keep whipping it away every time he gets too close.

“Nothing,” you turn and give him your back while you smooth over your already made bed. “It’s just interesting watching you with Jin. I never really get to see you guys together.”

“What’s interesting about it?”

Yoongi starts unbuttoning his own outer layers with painstaking care, giving you ample time to twitch under the weight of his gaze. You fight to keep a smile from sneaking onto your face, but it’s too hard and you let your lips turn up in a little grin. He can’t see it, but he can hear it in your voice.

“You’re just cute when you’re mad.”

A muscle in Yoongi’s jaw jumps.

“You noticed that I was mad, huh?” He shirks off his jacket roughly, sulking in his subtle way. Luckily—or perhaps not luckily—you’ve come to recognize it well.

“I did.” Your voice is high and steady as you remove your sweater, leaving you in a soft and worn t-shirt. “I’ll admit it was entertaining. A little bit.”

“Is that so?” He hums.

“I mean, I don't know what you were mad about. But I could tell it wasn’t about something serious.”

He merely nods and watches you fidget. You peer at him through the side of your eye and see him meticulously undoing the clasp of his watch. From the way he moves slowly through the process of undressing for bed, you can tell something’s coming.

“Let me ask you something, then.”

“O-okay.”

“Is Jin still your favorite?”

“Are you kidding?”

You have to stop hunting for pajamas at your dresser and turn to him to see if he’s in fact kidding. But he looks dangerously serious, and you have to fight to keep your eyes from rolling.

“That’s what this is about? All this sulky Yoongi is because of that?”

“Just answer the question,” he shrugs his shoulders lightly.

Supposedly he’s calm and collected and not jealous, but his eyes are sharp as they zero in on you. Easily, he pushes himself off the wall he was leaning on. The steps he takes toward you are measured and slow. You still find yourself holding your breath as he comes to sit benignly on the bed across from you. It’s something he does sometimes when you’re getting dressed or undressed. Because ‘he likes the view’, he usually says. But tonight it makes you grab the first thing that you find out of your pajama drawer so you’re not leaving your back vulnerable.

“Of course he’s not my favorite anymore. I haven’t felt that way since before we got together.”

“I was just wondering.”

“Yoongi,” you sigh and pull the old t-shirt off to replace it with a sleep shirt. “When you asked me who my favorite was half a year ago I didn’t realize you were flirting with me. And I didn’t really know much about the group either.”

He nods like he thinks what you’ve said is completely reasonable and you stuff your legs through some of your yoga pants roughly. When you finish, you’re still standing defensively on the other side of the room. He looks up at you and beckons you over without a word. You feel compelled to move forward. Unsure of what would happen if you didn’t humor him.

When you’re finally approaching the V of his parted legs, he motions for you to sit next to him on the bed. You do.

“You know,” he begins slowly, “You looked like you were having a great time tonight.”

“Oh,” you blink. “Yeah, I was having fun. Even though it took a while for me to win a round. And even then I think Hoseok might have let me win.”

“Was Jin a good teacher?”

“Yeah, he was a good teacher.”

“I bet he was. He had a good student. He looked like he was enjoying himself.”

“Maybe,” you tap your finger on your chin pensively. “It didn’t seem like he hated having to show me how to play.”

“No, trust me, he was enjoying it.” Yoongi’s tone dips audibly, and you stop yourself when you realize what he’s implying.

“God, Yoongi, stop it. It wasn’t like that. He was just being nice.”

“I’ve known Jin a long time. I know what he looks like when he’s flirting. It started as soon as you walked through the door.”

“That’s crazy,” you mumble. But then you think of all the lingering touches and glances again and it clicks. “He...he was probably just trying to rile you up. Jin likes to mess with people sometimes. You’re always saying that.”

Yoongi pins you with an odd look. It’s partly amused, partly pitying. Then it turns cold. “You know, Jin’s been sweet on you since I first introduced you. The first night you met, he told me he used to date someone who looked a bit like you when he was younger, before debuting.”

“Oh my god,” you whisper again.

“You really didn’t know?” Yoongi leans in so the words practically brush against the skin of your cheek. “He was shoving himself all over you the whole night and you didn’t notice?”

You shake your head, at a loss for words. His hand finds its way to your opposite arm, pulling you closer to him.

“Hmm,” he hums in acknowledgment.

Then Yoongi’s lips are pressing gently to the skin of your neck. There’s a hint of something in the kisses that makes them feel a bit too heated to be chaste. At first you think it’s gratitude, but when you turn your head to meet his lips with your own, it’s clear that it’s not just that. His tongue snakes in between your lips, and you let it happen as you turn the evening’s events over in your memory.

“Yoongi,” you whisper between kisses.

“Hmm?” His large hands are splayed low over the swell of your back, a pinky finger just barely dipping under the waistband of your pants.

“I think I did know.”

“Huh?”

“I think as soon as he said that thing in the car—about being in your place—I knew he wasn’t just being friendly anymore.”

“Yeah?” he mumbles against your lips.

Taking you by surprise, he pushes deeper into your mouth until he’s stealing your breath. His lips are plush but insistent. And you’re conflicted. But suddenly he’s pulling away with a damp mouth and a firm grasp on your hip.

“You knew and made me sit through all that and then invited him to brunch in front of me?” He nips at your lax mouth. “That’s not very nice.”

“I know,” you sigh.

“Don’t you think you should be punished, then?” When you pull away looking like he’s grown a second head, he shrugs mildly and like he didn’t just threaten to take you over his knee. “Or not. Your choice.”

[amusement-spark]

Busch Gardens Tampa part 5: miscellaneous!

On my most recent visit to BG, I did not ride any rides. I just used the opportunity to enjoy the Florida air, and experience a lot of what BG has to offer besides thrills. I will make a separate post about all the animals. This post will be dedicated to all the random other stuff that doesn't fit neatly another category, as well as some other thoughts I had on this recent trip.

Currently Busch Gardens has three performances throughout the day. I have only had the chance to experience one, Cirque Electric. This dance/stunt show is in the Stanleyville theater over by Tigris and runs every couple hours starting at 3.

The first thing I noticed about the show was it's unique aesthetic. The stage is decorated with gears and other items to build a fun neon steampunk look to the show. The costumes also carry this feel, somewhere between burlesque and Tim Burton's Alice in Wonderland. Be aware, there is use of intense lighting effects as well as smoke machines. All the technical aspects of the show, lighting, costuming, sound, etc, are really fun. Arguably it doesn't go with the aesthetic of the park itself, but works as a change of pace from the sometimes generic ruins and buildings of the rest of the park.

The performance itself is a series of circus type stunt acts with dances in between as the transitions. The dances were quick routines, never more than 1 or 2 minutes, but nevertheless had unique costumes for each one, as well as the occasional extra showpiece. The dancers kept the energy going while the stunt performers were setting up for their next thing. You have roller skating, intense balancing, some chair based acrobatics, and a couple other surprises. Sometimes it felt like a mid-tier circus, other times I felt like I was at a particularly nice Ren faire. The final stunt act in particular. Anyone who has been to the Bay Area Ren Fair will likely know what I mean. The performers themselves were all great at managing the crowd and getting well earned applause. It really felt like they were having a lot of fun, even though a couple of the stunts felt just a tad under rehearsed. Possibly part of the showmanship. Still, Cirque Electric is a lot of fun, and a great excuse to get out of the sun for half an hour. If you're wandering Busch Gardens after lunch and need time to digest before your next thrill, check them out. Cirque Electric gets 4/5.

One major aspect of the park that I had not experienced until this most recent trip is the train ride, the Serengeti Express. Currently they only have two of the four train stations open, and since the Skyride is closed, the train is your only way to get around the park while resting your feet. Quick tip, pay attention to the signs that tell you when the next train is arriving. It can hold quite a few passengers, so you don't need to worry about getting there particularly early to ensure a spot on the next train.

The two stations currently operating are Stanleyville, right beside SheiKra, and Nairobi, near the Myobi Reserve and the penguins. Both trips take out around the inside of the park as well as out into the Serengeti area. If you want to spend a but more time out with the animals, I suggest taking the Nairobi station train. However, at least for the time being, you can always get on at one station and ride it until you get back to where you started if you want to see everything.

I'm not gonna lie, the train is kinda magical. The stations themselves have plenty of decorations to evoke an early 20th century adventure, and the train itself is outfitted with old fashioned lanterns. When you're far into the Serengeti, for a moment you can easily forget Tampa, Florida and experience the Safari for what it is. I'm not sure if it's the real train whistle and railroad crossing signs or the fact that that the employees have to wave you off as you embark, but the Stanleyville express is just wonderful. Seeing the rides and everything from a different angle really helps me appreciate all the effort that goes into designing a park like this. Trying to maintain a single theme throughout an entire park is difficult, and the train ride is the perfect way to experience some of the little touches. I'll touch more on the animals themselves in my next post but rest assured, seeing the antelopes and giraffes from the train is one of the best experiences in the park that comes with the price of admission. The Serengeti Express gets a 5/5. I guess I just like trains

The final thing I'm going to touch on here is the Giraffe Bar. Located right beside Cheetah Hunt, and up a whole lotta stairs, you will find, for the time being, the classiest eatery in Busch Gardens. In the same lobby as the Giraffe Bar is the Oasis Pizza, which looks decent, though I haven’t been hungry enough to try it yet. Coming soon they also have the Treetop Kitchen The ambiance of this area is a welcome change of pace. Even the long line felt surprisingly calm.

The Giraffe Bar was quite a few specialty alcohol options. Three frozen cocktails, three on tap, and two curated beer flights. Prices are what you would expect from amusement park alcohol, but on a hot day, a frozen cocktail is more than welcome. I personally tried to Serengeti Sunrise, a fruity rum drink with a orange wedge and strawberry for garnish. As far as ten dollar cocktails go, I've had worse. It was certainly refreshing. Next time I visit I am tempted to try the Thorn & Berry, a whiskey cocktail on tap. A couple of the spirits they use here are from conservation efforts, and presumably these drinks help support those funds. They all sound pretty tasty as well, and a step above the frozen strawberry daiquiri and margaritas you can find at other locations in the park. Bonus note: in order to cut down on single use plastics, the straws for the frozen cocktails are edible. Imagine sucking down rum with a long hollowed Smartie. Pretty dang tasty if you have a sweet tooth like me.

The Giraffe Bar also has three food options meant as small snacks, and not a meal. These were the Giraffe shaped pretzel with beer cheese, a brisket truffle Mac and cheese, and hummus with pita. I tried to pretzel. It's not much to write home about. I was especially disappointed with the beer cheese. Like, you're owned by Budweiser, Busch Gardens. Up your beer game. If you need some carbs, go for it. As expected, a bit pricey but if you're sharing (and have that sweet pass holders discount) not a bad option for an afternoon munch.

The outdoor seating is nice. The Serengeti isnt quite as visible as I would like, but maybe I was just at a bad table. I'll have to go back some time and try different drinks. Oh no, what a travesty. Giraffe Bar gets a 3.5/5. That extra half point was because some birds were chilling on the terrace looking for food and one of them almost went inside. What a cutie. I love birds.

Side note mini review: as part of the Summer Nights event, some of the vendors have new desserts and drink specials. I tried to beignets, nice and soft, and am dying to try the “Churro Explosion” that comes with a bunch of different flavored sauces. Fried pastry gets a 5/5 any day of the week.

Just in 2021, I have already visited Busch Gardens Tampa 4 times. I am still finding new things to experience and enjoy, all included with the price of my annual pass (except for food, obvi). It seems to me that they are always trying to shake things up, especially with drinks and snacks. I just think it’s a really nice park. Later this week I will have my review of the various animal enclosures and experiences. Happy Summer!