#I didn’t realize how stressful it would make people haha

[ssreeder]

I saw that other ask being like "I'm too scared by the title" and i laughed, and then i saw the title, and i *thought* about the possibilities

REEDY WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT THE FUCK. HELLO??? I HAVEN'T STARTED READING AND I'M ALREADY A MESS

-Fragile heart, now with fucking anxiety

I adore the title for this chapter because it’s kind of misleading but also completely accurate lol

I hope you enjoyed ;)

[junicult]

So... don't know if you have this in the works after your last post, but what would it be like with the bachelors going down on reader for the first time? If you're comfortable with it, that is. 👀

!! the bachelors going down on you for the first time

contains ; soooo much smut. i got so carried away mb y’all LOL. nsfw (minors pls dni.) fem!farmer. oral (f!receiving). praise. established & unestablished relationships. fwb!shane. sexual guiding. inexperienced!sebastian. implied height difference in alex’s.

harvey.

- haha.

- i love this man.

- he is so (i cannot stress this enough) so affectionate.

- absolutely infatuated with you and everything you do.

- as a doctor, he has a lot of people he spends time thinking about: but you are somehow always the main thing on his mind.

- like, tell this man that you did something so minor like stubbed your toe, and he’s carrying you around, forcing you bedridden so he can take care of you.

- well, maybe not to that extent but you get it. you’re the most important thing to him.

- so it’s no surprise that translates to sex as well.

- he only cares about your pleasure, and how you’re feeling.

- before you had sex, he was a nervous mess.

- he wanted it to be perfect :,)

- he didn’t wanna plan it ahead, just kinda hoped it’d all come naturally but surprise he spent the entirety of the day thinking about it.

- it was just supposed to be a fancy dinner date, yet he managed to find you underneath him in his neatly made bed, lips already swollen from his doing.

- “have i told you you’re the most gorgeous woman i’ve ever seen?” it’s corny, cheesy, but oh-so true.

- his fingertips feeling your thighs up your dress, burning into your skin.

- like i said, he’s been thinking about how this night would play out for days. he wants it to be perfect.

- what other way for it to be perfect then him going down on you?

- i’m just saying, harvey on his knees, wide, soft eyes looking up and you while his lips press against your thighs and his cheek rests against your knee.

- his fingers reaching up to slide underneath the waistband of your underwear, doing nothing but tug slightly.

- 😇

- “may i? please?” he nearly whispers.

- and the moment you nod, his lips turn into a soft smile like he’s been waiting forever for that simple gesture.

- he wants you to watch him comfortably, so he props a couple pillows against the headboard so you can look at him.

- loves when you get flustered and tries to hide your face.

- he pays so much attention to your clit. knows how stimulating it is, and especially when he sucks it just right and your hips twitch a little.

- deffffffinitely moans into your pussy 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

- & ruts against the bed lollllll

- uses his fingers too. he’s so slow, and careful, all the while his movements still make your head spin.

- “please don’t stop, ‘m so close,” you whine, eyebrows pinching, and you hardly even realize your fingers that ravel and tug on his soft brown hair.

- he’s shaking his head, as in a silent way to tell you “fuck, i’ll never stop,” as long as he can hear you moan like that longer.

- he’s SOOO EAGER.

- wraps one of his hands around yours while the other lightly presses into your stomach to keep you still.

- doesn’t even care that u nearly suffocate him when your thighs wrap around his head—if anything, he’s in heaven.

- can’t take his eyes off of u. he might just die from the sight of you alone.

- he has to catch his breath when you finally collapse, head lulling to the side.

- he’s literally so hard it hurts.

- pressing into your thigh when he comes up to kiss you make out with you.

- “y’taste so good, don’t you think? so sweet, can’t get enough.” “you’ll let me get some more, right? please? want you, need you so bad.”

sam.

- he’s blunt.

- just straight up.

- he’ll nonchalantly tell you if you have something in your teeth, and then pick it out for you.

- he’s the type to give you genuine input if you tried on a new outfit.

- like, “that looks amazing on you. turn around?” or “hm, it’d look better if it didn’t bunch up like that in the front.”

- zero shame. you know he’s not doing it to be rude, that’s just how he is.

- so, if he’s just lounging around at your house while you work, occasionally popping up to help you with easier tasks, expect him to be his same old self.

- and maybe even take you by surprise.

- you walk in during the evening, ready to change from your clothes and bathe after a long day.

- “hi baby,” he’s already smiling, greeting you with a kiss on the cheek and his hands wrapping around your waist.

- he doesn’t know what it is, maybe it’s the way your eyes were slightly lowered from tiredness, or the subtle earthy scent wafting off your body—but it made him much more excited to have you in his arms.

- “you always look so pretty when you finish work.” he sighs, his kisses pressing down the other side of your neck.

- “i do? please,” you snort, shaking your head to dismiss him like you always do.

- but this time, he wanted you to know for a fact just how gorgeous you are.

- “why do you never believe me when i compliment you?” he pouts, leaning to bury his face in your neck.

- it’s the way his soft gaze has your heart thumping a little quicker, and the slight tilt to his head makes your throat threaten to close.

- his lips wrap around yours before you can protest his comment, leaning into you to slightly dip your back over your bed until he’s dropping you both along the mattress carefully.

- “can i show you just how pretty you are? will you let me?”

- he can spend hours kissing you all over. if you have freckles or moles all around your skin, i can assure you he’s kissed every single one.

- i’d like to think that, despite him not being super experienced, he’s still a very loving guy.

- he doesn’t overthink, he’s very carefree, so if he wants to eat you out, he’s going to. obviously with your consent ofc.

- he may not be the best at it, but he does know a lot about you, and since he spends a lot of time with you, it’s easy to see what you like and what you don’t.

- he thinks ur cunt is so pretty. probably embarrasses you on accident by just staring at it LMFAOO

- he’s so gentle when he starts. pressing his hands into your inner thighs to keep them spread, and his tongue is the first to touch you.

- fingers your clit so he can really delve between your folds.

- “taste s’good,” he’ll moan into your cunt.

- btw he’s moaning just as much as you are, he can’t get enough.

- tell him what to do. he likes when you whisper, “just…keep doing that for a second,” or “wait move your hand ba—fuck, right there.”

- it makes him feel so good when he’s doing it right.

- another man who’ll rut against the bed, and may i be so bold as to say he might even cum just from eating you out?

- yes. yes i may.

- he’s so obedient too. i don’t think he has it in him to ever edge you, because he finds that he just can’t stop.

- will overstimulate you more then anything.

- when you cum, he’ll probably be panting just as much as you are. his breath against ur dripping cunt, making to shudder while you catch your own.

- cups your cheek to kiss you again, completely ignoring the fact that your slick is all over his lips.

- he’s in love.

- “thank you for being my girlfriend.” GNNNNN.

shane.

- tbh, y’all probably had sex before u even started dating.

- more then once, at that.

- some of which you were both tipsy after a friday night, coming back to your farm to fuck him in every room of your house.

- you guys were definitely fuckbuddies at first.

- he went down on you a few times during these stages.

- but, as a guy who was a little drunk, horny, and honestly just wanted to get his dick wet—it wasn’t the best he could do. just enough to warm you up.

- he was completely fine with your situation, until he started to realize he was actually falling for you.

- that he wanted to see you outside of just hooking up. he liked when you’d stop by on his way to work, talk to him for a minute. he’d actually look forward to it.

- so when he ended up on your couch again, arms laced and kiss marks already littering your neck, he knew he was going to make this time different.

- your dress rode up just under your bra, his lips sucking your skin down your stomach while you propped yourself against the armrest of the couch.

- he was quick to loop his fingers underneath your panties, tugging them down your legs.

- “someone’s eager,” you tease, having no clue that you’re absolutely right.

- he’s almost desperate. like he has to show you he’s better then what he’s done in the past.

- his arms latch onto your hips, teeth gently biting down on your inner thigh to hear you let out a brief squeal.

- “stay still f’me, okay?” he asks, his breath hitting against your cunt that makes your stomach flutter.

- it’s the way he delves between your thighs that has you stuttering a gasp, instantly ignoring his one request so he has to use minimal strength to force your hips still and thighs apart.

- his lips sucking onto your puffy clit, causing your stomach to clench and immediately squirm under his hold.

- you’re looking down at him like you’re baffled behind pinched eyebrows and jaw wide—which is exactly what he wanted.

- so much so, he can’t even hide his smirk as his tongue slides between your folds to taste you properly.

- “o-oh, fuck me,” you breathe, head hanging back.

- you’re squirming so much, and he’s not having it.

- “can’t you listen to me?” he almost groans, hardly pulling away for his words to become intelligible so the vibration against your clit has you arching your back.

- he’s so messy, uncaring about the slick that’s staining his cheeks and chin.

- loves when you hide your face, mainly because it makes his confidence boost, but he’ll fs call u out.

- “nuh-uh baby, eyes on me.”

- he’ll gently nip at your clit if you look away.

- and he’s teasing you so much, you can feel tears prickle in the corners of your eyes.

- he’ll edge you just so he can start all over, and then overstimulate you so you’ll never forget it.

- will literally leave you breathless, collapsed on your bed after cumming for what felt like hours.

- and he has the AUDACITY to ask, “what? that’s all you got? c’mon, you can give me one more…right?”

sebastian.

- spreading the inexperienced sebastian agenda one post at a time.

- he’s never gone down on anyone before. so genuinely, he has no idea what he’s doing.

- well, okay that’s a lie. he’s not an idiot.

- he knows how stimulating a woman’s clit is, and he knows where it is more importantly.

- but he’s never exactly had one directly in front of his face.

- he’s only ever seen pussy eating in porn, and that’s not the most reliable source. so he’s kind of just depending on you to help him out.

- don’t be shy, either. he wants to learn. he wants to make you feel good.

- his goal: to make you pass out, tbh.

- but baby steps first.

- you’ve already had sex many times before he even proposed the idea of going down on you.

- he’s fingered you before, but even then that’s still new.

- needless to say, you were taken off guard when he asks, “can i go down on you?” after a lazy evening.

- you’re both doing your own thing, with him on his computer and you cleaning some freshly harvested vegetables in the sink.

- “excuse me?” you laugh.

- until you realize he’s not kidding.

- “i wanna learn.” is all he says, before you’re grabbing his hand and guiding him to your bedroom.

- he’s gotten good at knowing how to kiss you, that enough has you warmed up pretty well. you didn’t even have to tell him to kiss his way down your neck, to your stomach before he’s spreading your thighs in front of him.

- he wants to start by fingering you, because he knows how to do that, plus he kinda wants to approach it confidently.

- like i once said. long, thin fingers. he also plays the keyboard…he’s skilled w his hands.

- rests his cheek on your thigh, watching the way his fingers disappear in and out of your wet cunt, and the occasional gasp you let out.

- “what do you want me to do?” almost breathless when he asks.

- when he feels bold enough, he subtly flicks the tip of his tongue against your clit, keeping his fingers moving inside of you while his eyes glance up.

- just the way your stomach clenched from that one simple action has him eager.

- wraps his lips around your clit and sucks.

- “s-shit, yeah, like that,” you weakly praise behind multiple stutters and pants.

- he can’t get enough of how your cunt squeezes around his fingers the more he does something your body appropriately reacts to.

- which he loves. it’s like you’re subconsciously telling him he’s doing so well.

- he never realized how much he loves when you tug on his hair until now, mainly because you unknowingly press him against your cunt so he has nothing better then to just lick.

- he doesn’t take his fingers out of you, but he does move them a little so he can finally get a taste of the entirety of you.

- whines.

- he’s practically drunk.

- wishes he wasn’t so nervous to do this beforehand, because fuck you feel so good on his tongue.

- “the prettiest pussy, tastes so fucking good,” he mumbles.

- you probably didn’t even hear him bc he made no effort to pull away.

- stuffs his fingers inside of you, curls them right when you’re about to cum.

- and when you do, he feels on top of the world.

- he’s never seen your body shake like that.

- and now he doesn’t wanna stop.

alex.

- omfffffg.

- he’s a sweetheart, through and through.

- so doting and adoring the longer you get to know him and be with him.

- it’s rare you’ll wake up to make breakfast, or make dinner without his arms wrapped around your waist and his chin resting on your head.

- and he’s a little clingy, but that’s just because he loves you so much.

- ur first time having sex w him was early in ur relationship. probably the same day you made it official i’m ngl.

- but he likely didn’t go down on you until a few times after.

- not because he didn’t want to, but lowkey giving or receiving head isn’t his favorite part of sex. as a man w a lot of stamina, he’s fucking you to fuck you. not just eat you out.

- which is why you were a little shocked when you felt his kisses move down your torso, his hands gliding against the sides of your waist as he moves down.

- he also wraps his arms around your thighs to hold you still,

- mainly to show off his muscles.

- oh yeah, he’s not wearing a shirt btw. he never does.

- kinda laughs when you express your nervousness about him going down on you.

- “relax, pretty. just trust me. i’ll stop if you want me to.”

- kisses your thighs, and once he finally takes off ur underwear he’s suchhh a tease.

- like, to the point where you’re dripping, impatiently rocking your hips into him.

- “what happened, baby? not scared anymore? what’s the matter, hmm?” “all needy and i haven’t even done anything, hah.”

- i hate him (affectionately.)

- once he finally touches you where you need him, he’s so fucking slow.

- eyes on you the whole time, his little snarky smirk on his face watching you nibble onto the back of your hand to muffle your moans.

- he waits a minute before he fingers you while licking your clit.

- he feels so fucking good when you give up on staying quiet, letting your back arch and nearly scream out a moan.

- he’s so quick with it, his nice, thick fingers knowing just where to curl inside of you.

- “cum for me, c’mon, know you can do it.” he pulls away to speak.

- he needs to watch you entirely when you cum, so he replaces his lips with his thumb while he rubs your clit and fingers you until you’re sobbing.

- “i know baby, i know. just let it out.”

- he doesn’t stop just yet, but he’ll slow down until you nearly force him away from overstimulation.

- makes u lick his fingers loooolllllll.

- and he’ll make out with you so hard while you’re still trying to catch your breath.

- side note, i feel like he enjoys putting you in lots of different positions. if you weren’t flexible before alex, then u sure as hell are now.

- …probably ate u out once with u sitting on his shoulders against the wall. i’m sayin.

elliot.

- alright now.

- do i even have to say it?

- HE’S A MUNCH!!!!!!!!!!!

- if u don’t think he’s eating u out the very first time u have sex then ur just lying to urself. there’s no way he’d miss this step.

- if you don’t want him to, that’s a different story. he wouldn’t even dream of pressuring you.

- but if you do…u better believe.

- he’s so gentle and sweet, first of all.

- holding your cheek, cupping your jaw while your lips move so graciously against one another’s.

- he’s absolutely kissing his way down, but he’s taking his time, letting you squirm underneath him.

- “you’re just so perfect darling, look so beautiful.”

- kisses ur clit <3

- he’s so slow and gentle, licking you softly and listening to your quiet gasps.

- he swoons when he can hear your breath hitch the moment he starts to pick up his movements.

- he’ll position your thighs on his shoulders and laces your fingers together.

- he’s super responsive. loves when you praise him / tell him you like what he’s doing.

- especially when you feel so good you can’t really speak, so you end up roping your fingers through his hair and tugging it into a loose bun.

- that’s enough to drive him crazy.

- “nngh, c-can’t, s’too much,” you whine, back arches and eyes squeezed shut.

- but your words mean nothing in contrast to the way your hands press against the back of his head, keeping his close.

- he doesn’t even need to use his fingers to make you cum. his tongue is so skilled.

- sucking ur clit like a pacifier 🫡

- he’s also very vocal. he usually coaxes you through sex using his words, but since he can’t while he’s eating u out, he’s just left to moaning uncontrollably.

- and he can’t get over the vibrations making your body shudder every time.

- he gets so excited when you’re close to cumming.

- how you just kind of go silent, jaw locked in aisle nt scream with an occasional whimper pushing through.

- and how you immediately exhale the moment you finish, body nearly collapsing.

- he’s not stopping lol.

- wants you literally shaking, your overstimulation short circuiting your brain so you just fall weak.

- ��i’m so proud of you, my love. did so good for me, tastes so good. think you can do it again?”

[blackrabbittwst]

Hello! I'd like to request for Trey, Azul, and Jade with a self-indulgent reader please~ A reader who happily accepts gifts, eats whatever they want, and encourages others to treat themselves just as much! I'm one of these people, and I've never understood people who worry so much. Ex: Ask me if its okay to take something from me, even though I offered it to them. ??? 😂

P.s. I don't mind whatever format you use!

A/N: Hello! And of course! I’m somewhat similar to this as well so I think it’s so cute! I definitely encourage people to treat themselves (almost to much haha), and these three boys don’t give themselves enough self loving, so they need it!

Synopsis: A self indulgent S/O who happily accepts gifts, eats what they want, and encourages others to treat themselves.

Characters: Trey Clover, Azul Ashengrotto, Jade Leech

Pairings: Trey Clover, x Reader, Azul Ashengrotto x Reader, Jade Leech x Reader

Gender/Pronoun: Gender Neutral

Warning: N/A

Trey clover

He would love to see your bright smile as you accepted his baked goods! It gives him butterflies in his stomach as he sees you appreciate his hard work. Also, he definitely wants to see your expression when you take a bite. It's his biggest pride and joy to see your expression light up as you hum with approval for how delicious it is.

No matter what he made that day, you would accept it as if it was the best thing you'd received all day, which he always appreciated. He has never needed to use his UM on any food that he gives to you since you love everything he makes! However, whether you know it or not, he would be aware of the foods you dislike so that he can make sure to not use it as an ingredient.

He would be the type to not really give himself a break and he wouldn't understand why you insisted he buy himself a hat every so often or take a break when he had so much to do!

Don't forget that he did spend all his allowance when he was a child so that his little bro could go to a spell driver game. He’s so used to giving things to others but not receiving or treating things to himself.

He would appreciate the concern that you feel like he should treat himself more, but it would take a while for him to fully embrace the concept. It made him feel a little guilty when he could use his resources to make others happy. He's used to keeping the peace and always appeasing others. To be kind to himself is something that doesn't easily occur to him.

Once he is able to accept your gifts and be a little more self-indulgent, he’ll feel a larger sense of self-fulfillment and joy in life that he didn’t realize he needed. He’d be less stressed overall and realize he’s a little more productive while also being more motivated to do tasks he normally would not enjoy.

Azul Ashengrotto

While Azul tends to be a little greedy here and there, he never uses this money for his own material needs. He’s more likely to invest it in the lounge, a deal, a project, or for compensation for something shady lol.

While he likes good things here and there, most of the time he’d have his nose on the grindstone. The workaholic he is will be only focusing on the Monstro Lounge and the numbers for it rather than enjoying the fruits of his labors. So you’d need to convince him to actually use some of his money for himself once and a while. Everyone deserves to treat themselves!

While he loves spoiling you with gifts and buying you all the things you could wish for, you think it’s unfair that only you get to enjoy the results of his hard work. Of course, you’d accept his gifts with joy and happiness, but he deserves to share this happiness with himself too!

However one of the big reasons he loves buying you things is that he loves seeing the look on your face light up when he gives you something. Your eyes basically twinkle like the stars in the sky by how happy and grateful that he would think of you.

Even as you try to coax him to treat himself more, he actually feels guilty using his own money just for himself. He'd rather put it to good use like an investment or something for the lounge. Buying something so frivolous like a new board game, or a coin for his collection seems like a waste when he could use that money for something more productive.

You have to convince him that he doesn't have to spend his money all the time on himself, but he should reward himself for all his hard work with the money he earned. Life is too short to just save all your earnings and never enjoy the fruits of your labor.

He would try to convince you that his investing in the Lounge is treating himself, but you don’t take his loophole as an excuse.

It might be better to just treat him yourself if he gets too stubborn so he can get used to the sensation.

Jade Leech

Especially if you love plant life, happily accepting his gifts would just make his day week. The amount of effort and time he puts into his plants and foraging shows how passionate is is about his hobby, and sharing it with you only makes life so much better.

He loves that you’d appreciate his fascination with mushrooms and accepts his terrarium gifts. He spends hours making sure the terrarium is to your style and aesthetic with the specific flora he specifically foraged from the mountains.

The moment he sees his terrarium flourish in your room, you might notice a big bright smile on his face as he strolls over to it. He wants to make sure his work of art is health and happy just like you, after all.

He used to being mocked by Floyd and Azul for his fascination of mountains, so having some thoroughly enjoy his hobbies is a dream come true.

Out of the Trey and Azul, Jade is most likely to take your encouragement of treating himself. While he works at a brisk and efficient pace, he always seems to prioritize his likes and passion. Like when he has a day off, he always goes out of his way to forage for new things. It would make him super happy if you went along with him. Even if you aren’t fond of the outdoors, he’d be patient and slow down his pace. He’s just ecstatic he can enjoy two things he loves together!

Jade’s cooking skills are just like him, accurate and efficient (especially after seeing him in the culinary crucible). If you try his mushroom dishes and/or dishes he makes with the flora he foraged, it would put him over the moon. Floyd and Azul are tired of his shenanigans and mushrooms that he can’t serve them often at the Lounge, much to his chagrin.

If you don’t love eating mushrooms, it isn’t the end of the world. He might just sneak them in here and there as an experiment. He would make the dish in such a way that non-mushroom lovers would be able tolerate them. Maybe by cutting them up in small bits, or frying them to change their texture (which can be the biggest problem about mushrooms). However, it would mean so much to him if you, a mushroom hater, takes the effort to at least try his mushroom dishes. It really shows that you love him.

[whitexwolfxx310]

I Love You In Every Universe

Pairing: Bucky x female reader

Summary: Trying to mend your relationship with Bucky is going so painfully slow. And then it's not.

Warnings: Spicy content! 18+ only! Cursing, oral sex MTF, penetration, praise kink, small amount of submissive kink, and I think that's all?

Word Count: 3428

A/Ns: I needed to write a total smut post. Those seem to be pretty popular haha. We have Baker Bucky! I got a few requests for that! Anyway, enjoy! I'll continue the storyline in my next post!

Previous Part

Masterlist

Finding out that your brother is not only alive, but that he is the new face of Hydra, is one of the biggest twists that fate could spit out. After the terrifying realization that occurred in your office, you’ve been thrown into countless meetings and conferences where you were probed for information on Luke that wasn’t already disclosed in his military files.

Steve and Tony had constant questions and concerns about the situation. They felt that maybe Luke would try and reach out or maybe there was some hidden information that you would somehow be privy to. But it had been two years since everyone thought that he was long dead.

The tension in The Compound rose. Your job got put into question, certain people wondering why you would even apply to intern here in the first place. Are you a double agent? Finding and leaking information to Hydra from within? Your morals had never once been questioned until now.

Bucky was the only one who didn’t make the whole situation feel like an interrogation. He remained supportive, being the person to suggest you take time to recollect yourself when it became too much. The only one who didn’t have questions but was always silently there in the corner watching and listening, taking every bit of information in.

A task force was assigned to try and track Luke, in hope of him not being too far gone. It had been done with Bucky, could it be done with your brother as well? You were also chosen for this mission, which did not go over well with Bucky. Him and Tony had argued over using yourself as bait to draw him out. In the end, it was your decision, and you would chose to go.

Even with the stress of the current situation, you used Bucky as a welcomed distraction. Leaning on one another as you both grasped onto your undeniable tethered connection. There was still a long road to recovery for both Bucky and your relationship. But he did his damndest to make you feel as though you weren’t under constant surveillance (at least from him). When the daily brainstorming sessions were over, you both avoided the topic of Luke. It was still difficult to process the concept that he was still alive. It just didn’t seem real.

Taking things slow with Bucky has always been an understatement. A part of him is apprehensive, more so now than ever. There has been close to no physical contact. You truly don't know everything that he went through overseas, but it was apparent that he was still working his way through it. You had your 'boyfriend' back. Yet in a sense, you didn't. And still, his presence still left the same, if not more, desire in it's wake.

Bucky was given his own apartment within The Compound for the time being. Although there was nothing to be 'afraid' of, everyone, except yourself, felt that it was necessary to slowly ease back into his routines and not just cannonball into the deep end.

Spending time together had always been your favorite thing. But now, it was like everything was exciting and new once again. The two of you were dealing with the 'holes' Bruce had warned you about- and the dark cloud of your brother hanging over both of your heads. These said ‘holes’ were more along the lines of not remembering how you take your coffee and other small instances. He remembers you, and most of the time that you had shared.

You filled the limited free time in your days together with simplistic dates and doing things that he really took interest in. Going to the gym together, long drives with the windows down listening to music playing, but most of all... Bucky loved being in the kitchen. It was as if he had a new found passion for cooking and baking-something simplistic to lose himself in. But he wouldn't share that pastime with anyone else, feeling like he may be judged. Although, you had no complaints. There was no shortage on baked goods and even homemade bread from scratch.

Bucky is in the kitchen, covered in flour and chocolate. The clear evidence of him indulging in his guilty pleasure.

"Mmm. These are seriously the best chocolate chip cookies I have ever had." You mumble.

You didn't want to be rude by talking with your mouth full, but he eagerly watched, awaiting your reaction to his creation of the day.

"Really!?" He asks, excitedly.

Nodding your head and smiling, you go to take another bite of the cookie. Since it is still warm from recently coming out of the oven, it partially breaks- melty chocolate all over your face and hands.

There's a moment of silence- you and Bucky are looking at one another until his nose scrunches and he starts hysterically laughing. A sweet sound that I have missed for so long. It's contagious. The next thing you know, you're both laughing to the point of just wheezing. Your cheeks hurt, the place where your abs once were before he entered the baking scene, hurt. It wasn't even that funny, just one of those simplistic moments where you get to fully be yourselves. A core memory.

"You're a hot mess," Bucky says, trying to compose himself by fighting through the laughter. His cheeks are burning red. The harder he tries to subdue the laughing, the more he fails. "Come here..." He reaches for a dish towel, dampening it under the faucet of the sink before taking a few steps closer.

You abruptly stop laughing, taking in how suddenly close in proximity he is to you. Aside from the hello/goodbye awkward hugs that you look forward to just being in his arms for a moment- this is rediscovering old territory.

Your mouth opens slightly as you hold your breath, awaiting to see what he does next. Covering his thumb with the cloth, he ever so gently wipes chocolate off of your bottom lip. His eyes fasten their grip with your own, occasionally breaking contact to look down at your lips.

Kiss me. Your inner conscious is screaming, begging and pleading for him to make a move. To just be wrapped up in all that is him- to let go of the past few months and just be yourselves. You can feel your chest instinctively move closer to his- which is rising and falling deeply. Bucky's mouth opens slightly as he takes in a shuddering breath.

Yes... His eyes are now solely focused on your mouth. You impulsively bite your bottom lip, willing it into the universe for his lips to be on yours. You're met with glacier blue eyes, now looking deep within yours. You cannot help but look up at Bucky with pleading, desire filled eyes.

Please.

"I-" He starts. Time is standing still as you hang onto what he will say. "I...um-" He breaks the eye contact as he takes a step back. "I have to clean this kitchen. My OCD is getting the better of me." He nervously chuckles once.

"Oh." There is no hiding your disappointment.

Bucky grabs a nearby plate full of the cookies that he had just made.

"Here...some for you to take home." He offers, sounding hopeful that you’ll accept.

He's kicking me out. Point taken.

"Oh, okay. Well, thanks. I'll see you tomorrow?" You can only focus on the plate that he handed you, trying to hide the humiliation. Not even waiting for a response, you quickly dash out of his apartment.

Breaking into a full sprint in the hallway, your back at your own residence. Quickly shutting the door behind you and laying your back flat against it, your mind starts racing.

We will never get back to the way we were. Giving him time and space isn't enough. Maybe after all he has been through, he has moved past this relationship? Past me? But I love him. I promised I'd wait...but is he just prolonging the inevitable? Will my brother become the new thing to try and get between us? I can't just let him go... I can't. He needs to know.

In that moment you dropped the plate; The shattering muffled slightly from the softness of the cookies. You didn't care. Turning around to open the door and run back to his living quarters- professing your love and need like some girl in a romcom you would make fun of.

You swing open the door, about to dart out when you smack into something. Someone.

"Oh, sorry I-....Bucky?" Shocked is an understatement.

He's standing at your door with an anxious look on his face- still covered in flour.

"I-..." He starts. Your heart is pounding- the sound of your heartbeat swooshing in your ears.

"Fuck it." Bucky breathes as he takes a step forward. Cupping both sides of your face, hungrily pressing his lips into yours.

Immediately you liquify into the kiss. His lips taste sweet- the remanence from his all day baking. Your arms interlock behind his neck as he steps forward- pushing you backwards into your apartment without his lips leaving yours.

It doesn't matter that you clumsily stumble behind, Bucky keeps you steady by holding each side of your waist while sustaining the kiss. Once through the doorway, he uses the back of his boot to loudly kick the door closed- not caring who might see or hear.

Guiding you against the wall of the hallway, Bucky reaches behind his neck and grabs your hands to pin them on the surface above your head, his metal hand still on your hip. The assertive motion causes a chain reaction- a small whimper from your throat echoes into his mouth. Being held firmly in place, your hips hungerly try to buck up into his body, greedily needing every point of physical contact possible.

His lips break away, but only for a moment as they move down to your neck. His tongue grazes, teeth nip occasionally through the soft suction noises his mouth leaves behind. You know that you'll be marked in just a matter of time. But it is his public claim on you that you'll proudly wear.

While keeping your hands pinned against the wall, Bucky's free hand starts to explore your body; painfully gentle he traces along your side, the bottom of your stomach, between your breasts, etc. But he's being cautious. He knows how to manhandle you and this is not it. Call it selfish, but after a total of 2 months of not being with him, you want aggressive Bucky.

"Bucky..." You breathe. The sound of his name makes him stop.

His body leans more into yours- touching chest to chest, which is growing more difficult due to the heavy breathing. Pressing his forehead into yours, his vision still focused on the trail of red blotches he's left behind.

"Hmm?" He answers as he adjusts his posture slightly so that his thigh is now between your legs. If you pressed your hips down the tiniest bit against him, the evidence of just how desperate you are for him would be all over his leg.

"Don't hold back." You say softly, but confidently. Bucky's eyes blaze to yours with a look of exhilaration dancing across them.

"Don't worry..." His voice is deep, husky.

The hand that he was using to pin your arms above your head lets go- letting it gradually slip down to your jawline. He hooks your chin between his thumb and pointer finger, encouraging you to turn your head. Bucky leans in, his breath hot against your cheek.

"I'll take care of you." It comes out low, from the back of his throat. The throbbing between your legs starts to become fierce. In addition, his tongue presses flat to your cheek, licking the side of your face just once.

Using one prompt motion, Bucky is now carrying you bridal style. His lips rashly press back to yours. Even with your eyes closed, you can feel the gentle sway of him walking- the sound of his footsteps pressing down into the floor.

He sits you on the edge of the bed, getting down on his knees and hooking each of his pointer fingers into the waistband of your jeans to start shimmying them down. Lifting your feet barely off the floor to get your pants the rest of the way off, Bucky discards them and encourages you to lay back on the bed.

Still on his knees, Bucky leans in and places one velvety soft kiss on the inside of your thigh. The lack of touch for months has left you on a whole new level of sensitive. A low moan in the form of a hum reverberates in your throat. The warm air resulting from a tiny snort from him already making your legs twitch.

Hitching your knees over his shoulders, the tips of his fingers gently caress the inside of your thighs. It's almost painful how good it feels. Taking his warm pointer finger he swipes once in the middle of your folds- above the panties.

"You're already so wet for me. What a good girl." Bucky purrs.

I'm about to get absolutely fucking wrecked.

Your eyes roll back and close as your back arches, gripping the bedsheets already feeling like a volcano about to erupt just from Bucky's heated breath.

*Thwap*

The slight sting in the groin takes you by surprise. Propping yourself on your elbows, you look down to Bucky with confusion. He's gazing into your eyes and a playful smile.

"I want you to look at me." His voice is still smoky and deep.

Being so hyper focused on everything he was doing, including looking up at you from between your legs, you wouldn't even need to be touched to lose control at this point. Even just the thought of his body covering yours is sending cold shudders of ice down your spine.

Without warning, he shoves the back of your thighs so that your head is between your knees. Now kneeling on the bed, he holds you in place, leaving yourself completely exposed; propped up right to his face, occupied with a content and cunning grin.

Fuck.

With locked eyes, Bucky focuses on your face as his mouth simply presses directly on you. Allowing for you to have a small moment before he starts to work his magic. You gasp at the connection; your knees going weak as you grip onto the bedsheets underneath you.

'I want you to look at me.' His voice rings in your head. It takes every molecule in your body to hold his gaze with his head between your thighs, but you do. Just like the obedient woman that you are for him. His ridged tongue sweeps over your labia as a form of slow and delicious torture. The licking over your sensitive skin causes you to whimper- Bucky looks at you through hooded eyes as he makes a few small reverberating sounds in his throat as approval.

Moaning, you can't help but grind your hips against his face. It feels incredible. He feels incredible. The leisurely, steady, sensual motions tell you that he's enjoying this as much as you are. You're practically coming off of the bed, but Bucky holds you in place as you start panting- the sounds coming from your breath are pleading, begging for that outer body, earthshattering orgasm.

"Please," You sigh, as your hand digs and grips tightly into his hair; knowing full well that it's slightly painful but don't care. Your quiet request is received as his tongue swirls around the entrance of your core. Once, twice, three times and then you come apart.

Unsure if you are screaming his name, thrashing against him, or whatever else, as you can only see stars in the moment. There is no room for any sort of coherent thought. Spent and exhausted are an understatement as Bucky lifts his head- His eyes practically glowing as he licked the lips of his sinfully wet mouth.

"I love it when you squirm," it comes out as a purr.

He carefully lays you back down before crawling over your body like a panther, his hips pressed in and down against your own. You're pleased to find that he is already naked from the waist down, raring to go.

Bucky's hand tenderly grazes your cheek as your chest still heavily rises and falls. It isn't long until your fingertips are dragging across the hot, soft skin of his chest. His hips settle between yours and you instinctively lock a leg around them. You can feel him press against your entrance, wanting, needing to be inside of you. Now you're lasered focused on him as you wait for that sharp breath as he pushes himself in and his eyes practically roll back in his head.

"I want you to look at me," You think to yourself and completely understand the fascination in that moment.

Beginning to press inch by precious, thick inch, you're grateful for the remanence of your orgasm which helps to ease his way inside. "Fuck," he breathes out as he looks downward to watch himself enter. You smirk to yourself knowing just how tight you are and can feel your walls contracting around him, a silent invitation to bring his enormous length in deeper. Once Bucky was fully inside, down to the base, his eyelids fluttered shut for a moment as he took in the sensation. Once they opened, his gaze was sealed on yours.

Taking in a deep breath in unison, he waits as you become accustomed to stretching around him. His hips wriggle the tiniest bit before he pulls back and shallowly thrusts in once; The sound escaping from his lips makes every single nerve ending in your body light up. You suck in a sharp breath as he finds his rhythm, his pubic bone teasing your clit with every push. The smallest adjustment and he is now inclined so that each ridge can brush against your g-spot with every stroke. Forward and back. Forward and back.

Bucky almost growls as you claw at his back and practically scream in pleasure. Your lips mesh against his bicep, stifling your moans ever so slightly. You come again. And again. He relentlessly keeps the same pace, your body shuddering under his to the point that your mouth is wide open but no noise is coming out. You start to feel the familiar pulsing inside you, filling you. It's warm; a few degrees hotter than his body pressed against yours. His fingers dig into your hips as he thrusts harder, coming over and over again, (which you didn't even think was possible).

He collapses on top of you like a weighted blanket as he tries to level his breathing. Bucky's body continues to tremble against yours. A moment later he shifts his weight to lay next to you. Placing a kiss against your temple, Bucky pulls you in close against him; The coolness from his metal arm almost bites at the beads of sweat across your skin. The familiarity of his body spooning into yours is so comforting that you drift to sleep.

During the night you stir, reaching for Bucky on the other side of the bed to only be met with cold sheets. He's gone. Your heart drops to your stomach as you sit up, holding the blanket up to your chest to cover yourself as you stare at the emptiness beside you.

Maybe it was too fast.

Something catches your attention out of your peripheral vision. You quickly look to the corner of your room, which is especially dark for the time of night. You squint, seeing something- But unable to make out what it is. Though, your stomach jumps in excitement.

"Bucky?" You ask, sounding almost too hopeful. As your eyes adjust to the bold darkness, you can see his silhouette in the corner. But he doesn't move. It doesn't even look like he's breathing. He sits so completely still that it's... terrifying.

"Bucky...?" Calling his name softly, you realize that this might be one of those moments you had been warned about. Your mind is racing and blank at the same time as you reach for scenarios and resolutions- but come up with nothing.

Until...

You clear your throat softly, pulling yourself into a sitting fetal position. Why of all things this came to mind, you have no idea. You're hoping, praying that you are wrong. You cringe as the word slips out.

"Soldat?"

"Ya gotov otvechet." Ready to comply.

Fuck.

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[successfulgoddess333]

Hey, I just wanted to say that people shouldn’t depend on others entering the void for them. In all my 3-4 years since learning about the void, I never really understood this as a plan (to ask others to manifest for you) because the core idea is that we are the only ones who can make the decision to do it. This has always been the main idea. I feel like people cling on to the idea of others manifesting for them so that they don’t have to take responsibility for their own faith because they don’t trust or believe in themselves and it’s just easier to place that energy on someone else.

Since we are all god in our own reality nobody has any say over us unless we decide so. Even if someone enters the void for you, it all comes down to you. If you don’t take responsibility for your own faith/persistence then how do you expect to do it. You would just end up manifesting that you are trying once again and not actually doing it. I could see how people would say that knowing someone else manifested for them will make them believe and therefore enter. But still, everyone that I’ve seen who another blogger has manifested for them didn’t enter. It’s probably because they didn’t actually decide they could do it. And after that they just go back to the cycle of trying all over again because it didn’t work. But it wasn’t because of chance, but because of their own decision whether they realize it or not.

An example : I remember a user called junkyufairy (I think it might be wrong but it was similar to this) who documented their struggle with the void for a while. I remember when they posted their success story a while back, they had said that people tried to hex them or manifested against them for them to not enter the void. But they still entered void state because they kept persisting and didn’t let it decide whether they could enter void or not. No matter what other people tried to manifest for them, it didn’t manifest for them in their reality because they did not accept it. This proves that you have the only say in your reality regardless of what others try to manifest for you. They deactivated now so idk if you can see their account anymore.

I know people end up entering even if they don’t fully believe but that’s because they persisted in the idea they can until it became fact in their reality. You don’t have to feel like you need to already have the full belief in yourself or resort to turning to someone else to have it for you. It’s just as easy as persisting because you gradually begin to believe it more and more by always choosing to think as the person you want. Even if you don’t end up feeling like you do believe, I’ve still seen people enter through robotic affirming because of the persistence of reminding themselves of the new story. It’s always going to come down to your rules and your reality. You decide how you enter and when you do. Nobody else is god in your reality.

So don’t feel bad or stress about people asking you to manifest for them!!!

Anyways this is really long, but I just wanted to vent and hopefully help others realize their power. I am going to come back with a success story because I am going to persist. I’m still maybe going to be lurking in your account just so I can see your post about what you manifested. I’m just curious haha and I love seeing how peoples lives change from what they manifested.

Omg hiiii sweetie

This is so real!!

Like I can manifest for people but it’s really up to you

I’m the God of MY reality not theirs and they have to realize they’re the God of THEIR reality

I want people to see this post

You took the words right out of my mouth

Because I’m not able to just grant wishes but I could make a post about a guide

I don’t know how to make subliminals haha

But I could share some that I love!!

I believe in you sugar I know you’re gonna have a success story because you already are one!!

[dandylovesturtles]

Hi, I love your Sidelined AU! My question(s) is about the emotional fallout of Draxum’s cruelty towards Leo in the original oneshot – do Leo’s brothers realize the impact of what Draxum said to Leo - since it hurt that they didn’t refute his words at the time? And what is Draxum really sorry for, if he expected Leo to die (‘I can make you a replacement son’)? (to be clear I like remorse and redemption arcs and am totally on board, just trying to get my head around it)

thank you!

this is a fair question! when I wrote that initial one shot it was not envisioned as part of a series, so if I had actually written it with that in mind there likely would be some differences, like I would have made an effort to include April and probably would have scaled back some of Draxum's more blatantly villainous dialogue. but I didn't know, and so I didn't write it that way, and now we have what we have because retcons are for cowards /jjjjj

in regards to his brothers not refuting Draxum: Leo would try to avoid letting them know how bad that hurt him initially because he doesn't want them to know that bothered him, but he's really low and ends up fighting with Donnie especially and I could see it coming out in a weak moment of bitterness that they didn't defend them, which would definitely make his bros upset, because yeah, they didn't. to be clear it's not because they actually agreed with Draxum, it's because they're young teenagers who were in a stressful situation and they were all in shock over what was happening. I think we can all forgive a 13/14/15-year-old for not having the correct emotional response ready to go, haha. and in time Leo will realize this too - they could probably all benefit from family therapy tbh but it is what it is. anyway, they do realize the impact of it on his mental health eventually and it's a work in progress to help him out of that rut.

Draxum... really wasn't thinking of the boys as, like... people, at that time? I'm not convinced if Draxum really knew what level of sentience the boys were going to have and was probably still thinking of them as animals at first. and then when he met them and realized they do have human level intelligence... well, humans dehumanize other humans all the time, and remember that Draxum was planning to attempt a genocide, so overlooking the personhood of others was a thing he was already prepared to do.

he said what he said mostly to antagonize Splinter. in his mind, Leo wasn't much more than an animal, so he wasn't really Lou Jitsu's son. like sure, he used Lou Jitsu's DNA to mutate him but that's not really the same, is it? the idea that Lou Jitsu had been off playing house with his experiments was ludicrous to him, because those aren't children, they're experimental soldier prototypes. it made as much sense to him as a trainer calling an attack dog their son.

it's not really until he's seeing their pure grief over what's happening to Leo, when he's interacting with them in a cooperative capacity, that he starts to accept that they are actually a family, and that what he's done has destroyed them. as with many situations, unfortunately, it takes seeing the hurt he's caused and empathizing with them to finally see them as people, and to regret the actions he's taken. of course, it's too little too late at that time, but he has time to make it up to them eventually... he just really has to work for it.

thanks for the ask!

[askbensolo]

Hey Ben!

I first found your blog when i was 13 years old and i just turned 18! I’ve been watching (or rather reading) as you’ve grown, and I’d like to say that you seem to have turned out to be a pretty great person. Even though I hadn’t faced the same challenges as you, it was really comforting to know that i was not alone with personal struggles, and just how hard growing up is. Thank you for being you and sharing that with so many people! I head off to university when my planet transitions to fall, and since you’re out of school now do you have and recommendations for college/university? It seems like such a daunting change, but you seemed to have handled it well. (I mean you did graduate so that’s a pretty big success!) Again I’m super proud of you!

-P.S.

Im glad that you’re getting back in contact with Fannie! You should totally invite her on a day out (go to a park, hang out in a market, etc.) I think those are great ways to better connect with someone if they feel a little distant. (plus that could be a perfect opportunity to ask her if she would like to move in with you)!

Thanks! Stay Awesome Ben!

Hey anon! Congrats on becoming an adult! It’s okay if you don’t feel like one yet, haha—Force knows I didn’t when I was eighteen. I’m glad I could share my growing-up experiences with you and everyone! And I'm glad you think I'm a decent guy. I try. Well, usually.

Congrats on getting into university! Oh, what? You're asking me for advice? Well, yeah, I guess I did graduate, heh. Sure, I'll give it a go.

Don’t freak out about not knowing how to do stuff—like not knowing how to buy groceries, or sign a lease, or navigate local speeder lanes, or apply for a job, or any of that. I used to not know how to do any of that. I was freaked out. But somehow, I learned. And now it’s no big deal. Older students and the holonet are your friends when it comes to figuring that stuff out!

For the love of the Force: take care of yourself. Whoever was taking care of you when you were a kid isn’t there anymore. The seven-year-old in you is gonna think that means you can eat ice cream for dinner and stay up till 2am every night. Don’t. Do. That. You’re gonna need to be your own mom now. Or, you can pretend my mom, the OG Space Mom™, lives in your head and lovingly judges your life choices.

Question the things you’ve been taught. And when professors tell you to question the things you’ve been taught, question their questioning too. But don't question things forever. You need to decide what you believe about things, 'cause otherwise someone else is gonna decide for you.

You don't have to choose certain classes (or even an entire major!) just because they line up with your interests. For example—I tried taking a poetry class. Hated it. I didn't like having my creativity cramped by assignments, and I didn't learn anything I didn't already know or couldn't learn on my own.

Don’t feel pressured to date in college. I didn't date anyone (yeah, I know, you're so surprised). Sometimes I felt like I was being left behind, 'cause I saw so many of my friends get into relationships...but, I saw some nasty breakups, too. Things happen when (and if!) they're meant to happen, so there's no need to stress about it. You know?

Try new stuff! Yeah, it sounds cliche. But I let my roommate drag me to the gym when I was a squishy noodly boi, and now lifting's my thing. You never know what you might be into!

Always keep the big picture in mind. Sure, it may feel like the end of the galaxy when you flunk an exam or fail a class. But do you really think you’re gonna care about that when you’re like, fifty? Nah bro. Keep it chill. And sometimes that even means dropping out of a minor or an honors program, if you look into the future and realize it won't really make a difference.

Don't do deathsticks. If anyone offers you deathsticks tell them to go home and rethink their life.

That's all the advice I can currently think of, though I'm always happy to share more from my infinite (not really) stores of wisdom! And thanks for your advice, too—those totally sound like things Fannie would be into.

Thanks for reaching out! You're gonna do great at college, little buddy!

[impawsiblecat]

100 days of Deathduo!

Day 1- Reverse phasmo au! (Also I'm so sorry if the format is weird I don't know how to tumblr)

Content warning for spooky ghost stuff, suspense. Also it's not beta'd haha

The breaker was off. Which was a bit annoying, but the previous owners clearly hadn’t been there in a while. Clover isn’t surprised the electrical company had turned it off to save power. That didn’t change the fact that it was a little bit… inconvenient. Still, she was excited. If all goes well, this house is hers. Her own place. It may be a bit rundown, if the torn wallpaper and worn floorboards were anything to go by, and that couch had certainly seen much better days, but it was hers. And renovations could always be made. She had plenty of money left over due to just how cheap the house was. 

    The house was cold, likely due to the breaker, and Clover shivered as she went to look for it, taking out her phone flashlight so she wouldn’t trip over anything. It must have been in either the utility room or the attic, right? Or was it called the storage area. It was somewhere upstairs, she remembered seeing it on the floorplan of the house. It could also be in the backyard, but Clover hadn’t seen anything back there when she had first investigated the house. She smiled as she remembered seeing the for sale sign and peeking into the windows while imagining what could be. She had bought it that same day.

    Clover coughed from the layers of dust that was scattered around, and she pulled her backpack in front of her in order to dig around for her waterbottle, taking a swig from it when she found it. This house needed a ton of cleaning. Which was fine. It was hers! Still, next time she may have to bring a mask, or something. Breathing in all of this dust was probably not the greatest for her health, if she had to guess. She passed by the stairs next to the front door, thinking that the utility room was the more likely place for a breaker to warm the cold rooms.

    The house wasn’t very big, but it didn’t stop Clover from getting lost, finding herself in a bedroom instead of the kitchen she expected. Which would have led to the utility room. The light from her phone bounced off of the walls, showing the pictures of the previous owners that lived here. She didn’t quite know what happened to them, or why they left. It did make her curious, but she figured they were likely evicted, or just had somewhere to go. Perhaps they thought that the house was too isolated, alone from everyone, with nothing but a plain barren field nearby. But that was what Clover loved about it. Come next spring, she was sure it would be filled with crops that she could farm. It had an irrigation system built in, and she was excited for the different pace in life that it was sure to bring. Peaceful, hopefully, away from the monotonous and stressful work environment of a corporate office job.

    Did she know how to actually farm? Well. No. But surely it couldn’t be too hard, right? It was just. Planting the seeds. And waiting for them to grow. 

    Clover’s thoughts became distracted when the beam of light caught on something shiny. Upon further investigation, she realized that there was a flip phone on the dresser, covered by a layer of dust. The people here must have really hated this place, to just pack up and leave like that. It was a mystery. Maybe Clover would try to figure out the reason why it was abandoned so much, and try to get some of the pictures and mementos back to the people they belonged to.

    But for now, the breaker. If she could stop getting so turned around in the dark. Clover tried to recall the floorplan given to her on the release forms. If she was in the bedroom, then she just had to make her way to the living room, and then the- aha! The kitchen. She knew where she was going the entire time. Clover’s flashlight caught on jars of old pickles and unopened soda cans that she was definitely gonna get rid of. They had probably been there for ages. Luckily, nothing seemed to have rotted out in the open, which Clover was grateful for. The chill of the house probably helped, even after all of these years. 

    She found the door to the utility room easily, but groaned when all she saw was a dust covered tool rack and an old mattress. So much for finally being warm. She sighed, shining her phone at the wall once more in hopes that she may have just missed the breaker, but alas, it was not there. Time to head upstairs to the storage room, unless it was in somewhere completely unexpected, like the master bedroom or something. That would be ridiculous though. Who would put an electrical breaker in a bedroom?

    Clover managed to make her way back to the front of the house much easier than she was able to find the kitchen, luckily. The upstairs was even smaller than the bottom part of the house, and she was pretty sure she remembered correctly, so hypothetically it shouldn’t take too long to find the utility room. Hypothetically.

    The stairs creaked under her feet, and Clover shivered a bit as she turned right. Because she was pretty sure that was the correct room. Wasn’t heat supposed to rise, or something? If anything, the air had gotten slightly colder up here than downstairs, but Clover knew that it was the barely spring chill seeping into the house. Come summertime, she was sure it would be sweltering in here. She should probably make sure that the air conditioning unit was here. And the heater, probably. Most likely. 

    She was. In a bedroom. Not a storage room. This house was so confusing, but she was sure the floorplan said it was this way. Spotting another door, Clover made her way over, hoping that it was the correct place. She was grateful that the house had wooden door knobs, seeing as she could feel the chill through them. Metal would have been even colder. She smiled when she saw the metal of the breaker glinting from her flashlight.

    As Clover stepped in the room, she felt the temperature drop, a chill running over her shoulders as she stood in the doorway, confused. It was so much colder than the rest of the house, and it made her uneasy. Or perhaps that was the unnatural creaking of the floorboards, or the many items scattered about the room that had disturbed the layer of dust on the floor. 

    It was probably just a broken board that let in the outside air, right? Maybe the wind had knocked over that hammer. Stealing her resolve, Clover started moving towards the breaker, clutching tightly onto her water bottle with one hand and her flashlight with the other. It was fine. She would just get the breaker on, and save this room for when she was actually able to see. And be warm. Which sounded so nice right now. Warm and away from this room.

    Clover screamed when a pale, almost transparent face suddenly appeared in front of her, yelling at her with an unnatural screech, and she scrambled back, away from the cold breath of air that washed over her as the face got closer to her. She threw her water bottle at the, the apparition, or creature that had showed up and ignored the prickles on her arm as she raced outside the storage room, through the bedroom, down the stairs and outside to her car, only daring to breathe when she had safely locked the door and double checked to make sure there was no one, or no thing, in there with her. 

    She was pretty sure she figured out the reason why the previous owners abandoned the place, now. 

[heavyteddy25]

Bad batch pt2

Jared was heading back to his dorm room after class, he had a terrible time in his algebra class and needed to study for his midterm tomorrow. He finally made it to his dorm where his roommate was chillin in bed. Their dorm was pretty spacious since it was meant for 3 people, but their other roommate dropped out and was never replaced.

Jared: dude I’m so screwed! I have my midterm tomorrow and I haven’t studied at all!

Timothy looked over at Jared and watched him stress out.

Timothy: dude chill just do an all nighter everybody does it.

Jared knew Timothy was right he didn’t need to freak out, he would just put on one of his favorite pajama onesies. The one that looks like a panda and zips up in the front. He headed to the mini fridge they recently stocked up on some new energy drink and downed one. It was surprisingly tasty if not for the after taste.

Jared: hey what flavors did you get? These are not bad!

Timothy: they had a bunch so I got a bunch just don’t drink them all dude I gotta study eventually too haha.

Jared spent the whole night studying till he crashed out in his desk and woke up to sunlight shining thru his window blinds. Looking at the clock Jared realized he was running late for his test! He grabbed his bag and one last energy drink for good luck and out the door he went without even changing from his onesie. He made it to his class with seconds to spare, he sat in his desk and started his test having not yet noticed the changes to his body that started under his pajamas. Jared started to feel a pressure building in his belly he could feel something bubbling inside him. Jared thought he might have had one too many energy drinks it must just be some bloating. Seconds later Jared felt his belly touch the table of his classroom desk not realizing he was leaning over so much he tried to sit back but there wasn’t any room. He finally looked down at himself and saw what was happening, his belly was expanding before him filling out his onesie. He silently freaked out and ran out of the classroom and into the hallway bathroom, in the mirror he checked himself out. Nothing out of the ordinary besides what looked like a basketball under his onesie making the panda print look a little too real. He rubbed his belly realizing it felt firm and taught he poked his newfound girth and it gurgled in response, sounding mad. Something was clearly wrong with that energy drink he needed help he raced towards his dorm room dialing 911.

Phone operator: hello what seems to be the emergency?

Jared: help I think I drank a bad energy drink now I can’t stop growing! My belly is getting huge! I’m heading to my dorm room 211.

The operator asked what he drank and Jared told them the new turbo drinks. The phone went silent and then it hung up on Jared. Not knowing what to do he made it to his dorm room where Timothy sat at their desk. Timothy turned around about to say something but stopped as soon has he saw Jared newfound size.

Timothy: dude what happened to you? You look like you swallowed a beach ball!

Jared was filling up faster now his onsie painfully tight as his belly kept pushing and stretching his outfit till. POP! The zipper running down the front of the onsie burst open revealing Jareds furry belly, swollen and covered in new stretch marks.

Jared: I don’t know what’s happening but I’m so full idk how much longer I can hold it. It feel like my insides are being shredded.

As if on cue his belly let out an angry groan and gurgles were coming from somewhere deep inside Jared’s belly, he could feel it slightly vibrating as it grew. His belly was starting to take up more and more room putting distance between Jared and Timothy. Just as Timothy walked up to Jared’s growing belly he realized it grew in all directions including up it covered the view of Jared’s face as it went up it went down as well. Timothy started poking and prodding Jareds belly feeling it have less and less give. Jared couldn’t help but moan and shiver his skin becoming so sensitive from the stretching he could feel the bottom of his belly reaching the floor he knew he didn’t have much longer. But as suddenly as it started the growing stopped, Jared felt a wave of relief wash over himself and his now 6ft tall belly that now took up half the room covered in stretched out belly hair and stretch marks. Just as there was a moment of silent disbelief of their situation there was a knock on the door.

Stranger: hello!? Open up it’s the paramedics we got a report of someone having a reaction to something they drank?

Timothy opened the door and two muscular men entered the room immediately brought to a halt before they end up bumping into Jared’s wall of belly.

Stranger: geez you weren’t kidding but what could have done this? You sure it was a drink?

Jared: I’m positive! Those stupid turbo energy drinks did this to me!!!

Stranger: I was afraid you might say that. Welp that settles that, can’t have anymore witnesses or evidence….

One of the paramedics grabbed onto Timothy from behind pinning him. Timothy just noticed they weren’t wearing uniforms he recognized or any kind of badges and he had a bad feeling. The free stranger pulled out a vial of a clear substance and a blue substance. He walked over to Timothy and grabbed him by the lips till they parted and forced him to chug the blue vial. Then walked around Jared’s giant firm belly to his face where Jared was going to put up a fight but only being able to reach the stranger with one arm he there wasn’t much fighting. The stranger simply jabbed the belly with his fist causing Jared to yelp out which the stranger then shoved the clear vial into his mouth. Then he stepped back and waited. Suddenly Jared lurched forwards as his belly went back to expanding, Jared began to plead with the stranger

Jared: no please don’t make me pop! I don’t wanna be a balloon like this I don’t know how much more I can hold!

Jared’s skin was becoming shiny and pink you could see little veins crisscrossing all over his every bloating belly. His skin began to creak as the end neared you could see the fear in Jared’s eyes as he began to pant focusing on stretching as much as he can.

Jared: fuck.. so full.. can’t.. hold… anymore!!!

Jareds face went red and his eyes crossed right when he hit his limit then BOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!

[gemini-care-barr]

Okay, I’m an effort to lighten up here’s a more fun question.

It’s Saturday night and Oppenheimer just dropped on Amazon prime. And all ur favs and their respective partners (so like Bruce brings Selina and Barry brings Iris etc.) to a JLA watch party!

How do you think all (or some) of your favs would react to the movie? Who would like it? Who would say words? Any fun commentaries? Who’s talking the most? Who’s eating the most? Who disagrees with Oppenheimer etc.? Who’s spiraling? 🤣

I’m still reeling at the fact that you think anything to do with Oppenheimer would lighten things up hahah 😭🤣

To answer, as briefly as possible haha:

Barry/Iris: Barry is interested from a scientific and historical perspective and very moved by Oppenheimer’s dilemma and the emotional burden he carries after the realization of his creation lands squarely on him. Iris is hyper-fixated on why tf Florence Pugh had to be naked right in front of her salad lmao.

Hal/Carol: Hal is high key bored and asking Barry when the explosion happens, once it does happen he’s in absolute shock that the credits aren’t immediately rolling. Carol is enjoying it as a closet movie buff and is feeling very seen in all the scenes showing the stress of organizing large projects haha.

Bruce/Selina: Bruce is interested for similar reasons as Barry and is getting ready to enter an hours-long debate with Barry and Ollie about the validity of creating something so dangerous for the sake of making it first. Selina is recognizing the validity of avoiding marriage when men like Oppenheimer exist, and is getting ready to enter into an hours-long debate with Lois and Dinah on how marriage could possibly be an option lol.

Arthur/Mera: Arthur is approaching the movie from a king’s perspective and is appalled at the idea of weapons of mass destruction because of the endangerment of so many innocents, he’s getting ready to join Ollie’s fight against the preemptive motive of mutually assured destruction. Mera is surprisingly okay with mutually assured destruction and even more surprisingly likes the movie as a movie, so she’s just vibing while eating popcorn haha.

Clark/Lois: Clark is saddened by the story, but understanding of Oppenheimer’s hunger for knowledge, it’s nothing he didn’t already know, and now he’s getting ready to play referee for the Barry/Bruce/Ollie/Arthur fight debate. Lois is looking up articles on Oppenheimer’s life to see just how accurate this movie is, “no way he said that ‘I am become death’ line right then,” she thinks.

Ollie/Dinah: Ollie, ah Ollie, he’s ready to fite, Oppenheimer’s complete disregard for human life and the flimsy excuse of the safety of mutually assured destruction or getting ahead of the “bad guys” when creating something so dangerous just isn’t enough for him, he holds little sympathy for Oppenheimer and doesn’t believe in his remorse, he’ll fight Barry and Bruce’s scientific/pragmatic/forgiving natures on this. Dinah has Ollie’s back on this, she’s slightly more forgiving, but that gets overridden by Oppenheimer’s treatment of the people in his life, granted, she’s also not that willing to fight over a movie no matter how historically accurate (or not) it is, so she’ll be supporting Ollie, but also reminding everyone to chill.

J’onn: He’s amazingly brought down by thoughts of his home world that are sparked by the movie, he has a deep appreciation for art though and is marveling at the technical and artistic aspects of the movie, the cinematography, audio, writing, and acting are all stunning and he is moved, he’ll be the one to sober everyone up afterwards and remind them that they’re all friends here, he’s the true mediator of the group, everyone trusts him on this since he’s the closest to all that pain.

And those are my thoughts! Sorry for getting a little sad there at the end haha, but can you blame me?? It’s Oppenheimer 😭

[igotanidea]

The Raven's daughter part 10

It's a bit short, but I just could not keep you all waited :D

previously: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9 (catching up is highly recommended)

masterlist

Chapter 10

Escapism.

„Hello?” the girl picked up the phone with a bit raspy voice, stupid with sleep. This night could not be described as particularly satisfactory and refreshing .

“Yn! What the Hell?”

“Sarah? Could you please lower your voice a little?”

“Are you hangover?”

“What? No, how could you think so?”

“You asked me to speak quietly so probably headache overwhelms you and therefore I suspect you are.”

“Haha, don’t get ahead of yourself.  I just haven’t slept well, that’s it”

“Does that have to do with that handsome stranger from yesterday?” another voice joined the conversation from behind.

“Kat! Stop it!” if she was sleepy couple minutes ago her friends successfully woke her up with their insinuations.

“What? I know I would ….”

“Give me back the phone Kat!” a few loud sounds disrupted the call and after a few screams and squeals Sarah regained the power over the mobile “speaking of last night. You were supposed to call me!”

“Us!” Kat once again chimed in, showing nothing wrong has actually happened to her during girls’ little fight.

“Whatever!” YN could almost hear Sarah rolling her eyes “Do you know how crazy I was going?! Why didn’t you ?!”

“I just woke up for god’s sake. It my free day, remember?”

“Not by your own volition as I recall.”

“So what? YN pouted “If I’m forced to it might as well enjoy it.”

“Mhm. Sure. Do that. Spend the whole day in your pajama eating cereal straight out of the box. Next thing you know it will become a habit. Slippery slope, my dear.”

“Isn’t that a bit of exaggeration?” YN scratched her head unwillingly getting out of the bed, checking her reflection in the mirror and quickly realizing that her friend my actually be right. YN’s face was pale with the exception in the form of dark circles under eyes, hair disheveled and her posture was just screaming for immediate sanitary intervention. And people say dream’s do not affect reality. Bullshit!

“Not at all. So I’ll tell you what you are going to do now. You will doll yourself  up and meet us for a lunch at the uni.”

“Sarah…. I’m suspended, remember?”

“Of course, but still….”

“Tell her to stop sulking and come join us. This is going to be fun…”

“I can’t believe I’m saying this but for once Kat’s right. Just because you can’t do a lecture doesn’t mean you can’t come round. So get yourself together and be here at noon. No refusing.”

“Fine” YN sighed in defeat “I’ll be there.”

“Good. And then we will talk about your handsome stranger and how you really spend your night.”

“Sarah!”

***

3 hours later, YN did not doll up. Instead she put on some comfortable pants and her last clean sweater, forgetting about makeup, save the essentials and sneaked out to the lecturer canteen. Ok, perhaps the word sneak out was a bit much. YN was never one to hide and her presence was generally noticed unless she wanted differently. She could professionally hide, but decided that using this skill in those particular circumstances would do more harm than benefit. Maybe that was a mistake on her part. As she was walking to meet her friends the door to one of the auditoriums opened and the crowd of students surrounded her making it impossible to get through.

“Professor YLN. Hi, how are you? Are you ok? Why weren’t you at classes today?”

“Hello, Jace. I’m just taking some time off, you know.”

“Are you sick?” he looked at the girl carefully

“No, no, nothing like that” she shook her head trying her best to sound convincing “just some general stress and overwhelm issue, bet you know what I mean.”

“That I do” he grinned “but you know, prof Gadling filled in for you. He’s an awesome dude… Sorry, amazing teacher” boy corrected himself “so much knowledge, it’s impressive and the way he talks about history and writers…. Almost like if he knew those people himself.”

“Right.” YN muttered

“But we are still waiting for you to come back, so get well soon I suppose. I gotta go now, prof, but hope to see you in class. Bye!” he rushed over to his friends waiting nearby impatiently. That reminded YN that she also had a meeting with friends to attend to, but some other though came into her mind and she made a decision to act on her guts.

“Professor Gadling” she pushed the door and entered now empty classroom.

“Professor YLN” man’s face  lighted up when his eyes landed on her “how nice to see you”

“I suppose we didn’t get a chance to meet properly.”

“Yes, but your reputation precedes you.”

“Might say the same about you” she moved forward and perched on the front row of chairs “ might we cut the formalities? You seem like a sympathetic, straightforward name so how about we get onto first- name terms? I’m YN” she reached her hands forward ready for a shake.

“How could I refuse a smart and beautiful woman” he took it “I’m Hob.”

“You are a flatterer aren’t you. How are you dealing with my students, Hob?”

“Exceptionally well to be honest. You taught them well.”

“Why do I feel there’s a but coming” she crossed her arms smiling at him lightly.

“But, there are still a lot of things they can learn. You know, some titbits, unknown facts to pique on their interests.”

“I know. But the books and sourced only say so much a teacher get to know.”

“I might share some stories with you if you like.”

“Are you asking me out, Hob?”

“And what if I do” he flashed her a smile

“How can I refuse the opportunity to gain some additional knowledge.”

“Hope it’s not only about learning, YN”

“Maybe you can convince me otherwise, Hob” she looked at him. It was quite unusual for YN to connect with someone so easily but what harm could go with that. In the worst case she would get disappointed, in best she might gain a friend or maybe even take it further and get free of that Morpheus drama she was dragged into.

“How about we meet at the Inn? You know the place?”

“I do.” She grinned “ someone took it to great length to make sure people get into the place”

“Yeah, well. That might have been me” he looked down shyly

“What?’ the girl laughed “you don’t seem like the defacer type”

“Well, I might own the place, so ….”

“Is there something else I should know beforehand, Hob Gadling? Are you also a serial killer?”

“Nothing like that I assure you. But I still got a few card up my sleeve.”

***

“Did it work? Did it work?”

“Be quiet and let me watch“

Two grown-up women were hiding behind the auditorium window trying to get the better view of what was happening inside. Both of them were extremely glad the plan they masterminded worked out well.

“Do you think we did the right thing setting her up like that?” one of the girls asked, clearly being hunted by remorse

“Of course we did. Don’t you dare thinking otherwise. This dark one was not the right one for our sweet little YN”

“But she is still capable of making her own choices”

“Yes. However I consider my duty to keep her safe from the heartbreak and trouble.”

“But don’t you think….”

“Sh! Not another word! This is on now. No turning back.”

“Fine, fine but I still think she would hate us for messing with her life like that.”

“We only made this meeting possible. The rest is up to her.”

“But she should know the truth. It’s too much…”

“Oh, be quiet! She’ll learn soon enough!”

***  

Dream Lord was getting impatient. He was not the one to back out or break promises made, but YN definitely put his character to the test and regret of giving the word to keep her updated slowly creeped inside his mind. She was not sleeping so it was rather hard to reach to her and appearing in the Waking, again was something he could not imagine doing. Not if it was because of her. If it were about nightmares or some stray dreamers he would not hesitate, but since the last events being around her was both something he longed for and something he desperately tried to avoid.

“My Lord” thankfully Lucienne had perfect timing skills and saved the King from his spinning mind.

“Lucienne”

“Matthew just came back from the Waking. He kept an eye on the girl as you commanded. She is safe.”

“And Matthew could not report it to me himself?” he eyed the librarian coldly, not understanding what was happening.

“He is currently talking to Merv. Describing in every detail how his daughter just got the attention of one of her colleagues.”

Morpheus felt his blood boil but did not show it on the outside. Matthew clearly had problems with the chain of command and this would not be accepted without punishment.

“He dare ignoring me? Talking to Merv first? Perhaps I should remind him who is his King”

“My Lord, if I may ….”

“Speak Lucienne”

“He loves his daughter.”

“I noticed that.”

“I believe he just need someone to talk to about her. After all, he died and getting her back is a miracle and a blessing to him.”

“What are you trying to say Lucienne”

“It’s not my place to speak, but… maybe he does not deserve punishment? He is loyal and faithful to you, but YN is his family. Like your sister is to you.”

“Perhaps that’s true. Thank you Lucienne. That would be all, now I wish to be alone.”

“What’s new” the librarian thought while leaving the throne room.

Morpheus was just sitting on the throne sulking, a single thought on his mind. “We have to put an end to this. To break that bond by any means necessary. I shall not be connected to a mortal. “

And with such attitude Morpheus decided to wait for the girl to enter his Realm again and then take further action. Such a shame poor Endless had no sense of time in the Waking and he was up to quite a bit of waiting. And that made him even more annoyed and harsh towards everyone.

At the same time YN was up for quite a pleasant afternoon and evening. That was, after a bit of confrontation with her friends, since despite their poor attempts at sneaking she obviously saw them behind the window.

@marvelsmylife @wickedly-grim @mind-of-a-girl @thereeallink @lisacarolined @boofy1998 @endlessdreamqueen @mikariell95 @shadowluna25 @sippysthoughts @kaoriloveskeiff @venomsvl @annievvv7 @somest1 @pinksirensong

[watmels]

Shiratorizawa’s Spy (Reflection)

I made the first panels of my comic Shiratorizawa’s Spy in January 2022 on a whim, based on doodle requests from my Instagram Story. I didn’t think it would turn into a big project that would take over a year, but I’m glad it did! To finally wrap this all up, I wanted to organize my thoughts about my experience making the series.

🌞 Highlights ━━━━

Shiratorizawa’s Spy-noff + Shiratorizawa’s Spy-noff 2

It was incredible to see art and writing that others created based on the series. I was especially wowed at how several writers were able to capture what I wanted to convey. To see it written out... it’s unreal!

Comic style

I’m really thankful that I drew/colored the initial panels roughly, because this style let me work quickly. If it was full color / rendered... I probably would have burnt out.

Crowd-sourcing ideas

Many plot points and even the character Goshiki Toshiki came from my followers 🙌🏻

Reading comments

This was sooo motivating. Knowing that I made people laugh, or that people felt conflicted because of Oikawa... It made me happy that my work could touch people like that! 🥺

🌚 Lowlights ━━━━

Lack of Seijoh bonding

I totally understand how readers would feel that Oikawa should have stayed at Shiratorizawa in the end, because most of the comic illustrated his relationships there... I should have drawn more interactions between Oikawa and the Seijoh team to build a stronger sense of belonging. I really wish I had introduced Matsukawa and Hanamaki in the beginning. And I probably could have expanded on the Seijoh captain, but I was reluctant to make decisions about that guy...

Losing track of the timeline

I had a bit of a meltdown when I realized InterHigh was quickly approaching in the storyline.

Discovering again that Oikawa has an Android phone in canon

I forgot about this and gave him an iPhone. When I found out again, I was unwilling to change it midway... I don’t stress about this that much though haha

📝 Lessons about making comics ━━━━

Plan ahead

It’s fun to make spontaneous filler episodes, but it’s important to remember the timeline! After my meltdown, I carefully planned the rest of the story. I’m glad I had an outline of each part towards the end.

Comic boxes

I initially drew a new box for each panel. Later, I changed to duplicating & rotating the same box for most panels. This saved a lot of time.

Procreate stuff

My process for making the comic was to duplicate a previous file, keep a few things (series title, some boxes, my signature) and create the new part.

I wish I knew earlier to TURN OFF THE PROCESS RECORDING! As time went on, my files loaded so slowly... eventually I realized it’s because every file was bigger than the last, with ever-increasing video info 💀 thankfully you can purge the time-lapse recordings.

Text

I came to this conclusion before SS, but still wanted to mention it. I much prefer typing text over handwriting it when creating a comic. It saves time, it’s easier to edit, and it’s more legible for readers!

And... that’s it! Shiratorizawa’s Spy is my magnum opus...

✈️ Now some personal updates ━━━━

This year I’ve been making some life changes and want to make even bigger ones. So it works out well that I was able to end Shiratorizawa’s Spy at this time. Next week, I’ll be moving into a friend’s apartment for a few months.

After that, I really hope to move internationally to South Korea for... an unknown amount of time. I am thinking about quitting my job. I’m grateful for my opportunities and experiences thus far, but I feel lost as an adult... I don’t know what I want to do except that I want to try living in another country. I had an amazing vacation in Korea last year, so I think I’ll start there. I’m really anxious because I don’t speak the language though.

I have so much to learn about personal finance, fitness, beauty, growing as a person, etc. I still want to draw and post occasionally, because art is my first love and passion 💖  but not sure about the frequency.

👋🏻 Anyway ━━━━

Was reading Shiratorizawa’s Spy fun? Like, about as fun as buying a coffee from a shop or seeing a movie in a theatre? If so, I would really appreciate a tip on Ko-Fi. How else could a comic artist make money — maybe mostly drawing through Patreon...? 🤔

Thank you for following me through all this. I hope it was interesting! 

[random4townheadcanons]

Haha angst time

Ro felt like he always had to be picture perfect, everything had to be aligned just right. Nothing could be out of place in the slightest. This stressed him, so much because a lot was expected of him and sometiems he just over did it, this wasn’t your normal over to top kind of deal. He would stay up late working on demos to make sure they were perfect, because they had to be. Damn this got kinda long— *cough- co-self projecting-ugh-*

Robaire is a perfectionist

In the first year that the band was formed he felt huge pressure to make everything he did flawless because he really thought that he wasn’t living up to his full potential and people would notice. He always thought that the other members were doing everything so much better than he was and he thought something was wrong with himself because he felt that they didn’t have to try as hard to look and sound perfect, while he felt like he had to bend over backwards to be as good as them (his point of view was extremely distorted) he thought “how can they just wake up and look that good and I wake up looking like this” (He always wakes up looking ridiculous perfect, he just didn’t see it). He felt like he didn’t deserve to be the leader. A lot of the time he would work on songs way too late at night at the kitchen table and he’d see the Aaron’s hanging out, playing video games/watching movies and he’d get extremely sad because he’d so much rather be on the couch hanging out with them instead of writing/mixing/editing and it made him feel like he was being a bad friend. Eventually Jesse approached him and told him he needed to stop overworking himself and that it’s important to spend a lot more time doing other things that actually make him happy. Robaire talked to all of them about how he felt like they always wake up looking and sounding perfect and how he wished he could be more like them. They were shocked to hear this because they didn’t think someone who looked like him and was as talented as him could possibly feel like this about himself. He continued by telling them how much he wished he could hang out with them and have fun instead of work all day, he apologized for being “such a bad friend” and told them how much they really mean to him and he’s sorry for not hanging out with them as much. Hearing this broke their hearts. They told him that he wasn’t being a bad friend, just that he was overdoing everything and he just couldn’t see how good of a person he really is. T empathized with him and told him that he felt the exact same way about himself, and how he also felt like the other members are way more important and deserving of love and attention than he is. Tae reminded him he always looks and sounds perfect without trying and that he’s the leader for a reason. Z added on by saying “I wish I looked as good as you when I first wake up” and Robaire was very surprised to hear him say that because to him Z looked like a god. This pushed everything into perspective for Robaire and he realized that he is attractive and ridiculously talented, and that he needs to remind himself of that next time before he spirals. Now, whenever he feels insecure he talks to one of the other members about it when he needs to feel reassured. It makes him feel safe and comforted to know that he has the 4 most supportive and loving people by his side who will always be there for him.

This was really long and angsty lol

But I hope you liked it :)

Keep sending requests!! I’m always taking them!

[lake-archive]

Track 3

Fandom: Hypnosis Mic

Series: Rap God O

Characters: Rosho Tsutsujimori, Sasara Nurude, Original Character (mentioned)

AO3 Link

Track 2 - Track List - Track 4

The time would come earlier than expected, something Rosho was not necessarily prepared for. To be honest he just wanted to work the stash of papers off, all the assignments to grade, tests to look over and checking if he had to switch something up for the next lessons. Honestly, all he wanted was to get work over with and then fall to bed. Another rapper? One he had never heard of? Not today, he didn’t have the time for that, nor the energy. But of course there was one person in question who would just show up at his home and not give the teacher any rest whatsoever. Honestly, it was getting old and at this rate Rosho should just throw the uninvited visitor out. Well, he did a few times but he always knew how to return, sometimes in the most unusual ways. So there was no other option but to endure it, as much as he didn’t want to at the time. He was just a little stressed… Or very. The life of a teacher wasn’t easy, especially at times like these… But alas, luck was never on his side.

Because the moment Rosho had opened the door he was greeted by a smiling guy sitting at his table, apparently having prepared himself some tea he was slurping while having seated himself, legs folded beneath his thighs. Usually it would be a position one could quickly grow uncomfortable in yet he seemed unbothered. Instead he was just drinking up his tea in peace, at least the last sip before placing the cup down to turn his head, coming face to face with the one who was actually living in this place.

��Haha, welcome home Rosho~” The guy greeted him. No hesitation, no regret, no regard for the situation whatsoever.

“For the last time, you’re not living here Sasara!” Rosho couldn’t help himself but raise his own voice at least a little. He was a lot to keep up with at times… Some things just never change, do they?

“Haha, don’t get yer pants in a twist. Your friend’s visitin’ ya!” Sasara instead decided to reply to this with the usual laughter, appearing to be in rather good spirits as always… At the very least he was as shameless as ever. 

Who wouldn’t sigh and drop their head in utter annoyance? Especially if it was such a common occurrence. “What do you want? Please make it quick…” 

“Someone’s cold today.”

“Am I now?” 

“Yeah, not cool bro!”

“I don’t have the energy for that  right now…”

“Right right. Gotta hurry before time grows some legs and starts running.”

Rosho only shook his head, deciding to place his bag down, take his shoes off and sit down at the opposite end of the table, right across Sasara. The quicker the better. He felt a little ti–

“Then I’ll cut to the chase… Ya heard of this solO act?” Sasara interrupted those thoughts however, suddenly making sure that the other man was wide awake. After all, given the weird emphasis, who wouldn’t pay attention? 

“Solo act?” He repeated, a little baffled. What was his friend heading at? Well…

“C’mon, I’m sure your students’re talkin’ ‘bout it too!”

“About what?”

“You heard of an O, didn’t you?”

There it was, the sudden drop of the name… ‘O’... “The mysterious rapper suddenly roaming the streets?”

“Yep, that one. Causing quite a cat–a–strophe I’ve heard.”

“Don’t you mean—” But a quick interruption from himself once realizing. “Nevermind… Why are you bringing him up all of a sudden?”

“Haha, it should be obvious y’know?”

“D… Don’t tell me—”

“Let’s face this O and see if he’s O–so great! If ya catch my drift.” 

“Y… You mean—”

Before knowing it Sasara got up from his seat, grabbing Rosho by the arm and forcing him to get up, or almost. “No time to waste! Onwards! To the frontlines!” He even announced. That guy… 

“Woha! Wait, we don’t even know where O could be! Let alone how he looks like! And besides—”

“How many people run ‘round with cat ears?”

“Cat ears?” This had to be a joke… That’s not what Rosho had heard from his students, not even close! Where’s that comedian pulling this from now!? Unless this was some type of joke again… With what punchline though?

“Yeah. Y’know, cats. Ya need a re–”

“Don’t! I know! But cat ears? I heard something of a… Long black coat…”

“Ooh. Looks like he ain’t that good at hide and seek then! Him not being found yet’s a joke on its own!”

“Wha—”

“Alright, enough talk. We’re going, now!”

“Wait now!? I didn’t even—”

“See it as a nice work out. ‘sides, I’m kinda curious. Aren’t you?”

“W… Well…” Even if Rosho were to say that he wasn’t, it was merely because he did not want to know. It was just… With everything piling up… 

“It’ll be over before you know it too! C’mon c’mon!”But he was not having a say anyway because before knowing it he was dragged out of his own home, right onto the streets. Looks like Sasara was serious about finding O, especially without much further explanation than that. Yeah, that is how this eventful afternoon started… But nothing could prepare the two of them for what was lying ahead… No, really. Not even Sasara was prepared for this.

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[takemebythehand-andsetmefree]

I’ve been obsessed with desire for like the past two weeks, and there’s like three people who’ve written fanfiction for them, so if you would like a prompt, how about a reader who works in the theatre world (either as a stage hand or acting, go nuts) and desire sees one of their shows and the reader catches their eye?

So this might not be exactly what you asked for, but as someone living in New York and trying to be a Broadway actor I kind of got carried away with this haha. Let me know if you want me to continue with it because honestly it was so much fun to write!

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It started out as any other day, with you sleeping through your alarm. Except it wasn’t just any other day. You had your first callback for a broadway musical. Rushing through your morning routine, you barely made it out the door even with skipping breakfast. 

The callback hadn't gone as well as you wanted. Maybe it was because you were stressed about potentially being late, or maybe you just sucked. Either way you were in a shit mood, but still holding onto hope. As you were on the subway heading to work, you felt eyes on you. Now that wasn't abnormal, but as you attempt to casually check, you find yourself frozen. Instead of a creepy guy in a suit staring at your ass, there stood one of the most ethereal beings you had ever seen. Slicked back platinum hair, pale skin that seemed to glow in the faded subway lights, and golden eyes. This beautiful stranger catches your eye and you immediately look away.

When you looked back they were gone. As a New Yorker you were used to falling in love with random people on the subway and then never seeing them again, so you didn't think too much of it at the time.

After a terrible shift of multiple posh rich white women screaming at you, and no golden eyed stranger on the train home, you decide to skip dinner and go to bed instead.

Soon enough, you’re on stage performing a song unfamiliar to you, but you sound better than you ever had before. As you hit the last note, there is silence, no applause from the audience, but there is a single person clapping as they make their way onstage from the wings.

“Magnificent,” They say, dragging out each syllable in a gravelly voice. You blush, ducking your head.

“Thank you but-”

“No buts" They cut you off, suddenly appearing into the light. It’s the beautiful stranger from the subway, “Your voice is truly remarkable.” 

You just nod your thanks, unable to find words. They keep walking closer, eyes straying only as far down as your lips before flitting back up to your 

Eyes. Nothing is said as they step closer and closer, only stopping once there is no more room between the two of you.

“Who are-” You can’t finish your sentence before a soft finger settles on your lips.

“I am what you Desire.”

Your alarm blares, as your jolt out of bed. It takes you a second to turn off the insistent ringing before you slump back against your pillows. It takes you a second to come back to yourself, but when you do you realize that all of that was just a dream. A weirdly realistic and vivid dream, but a fantasy all the same. 

For the next month you keep an eye out for the beautiful stranger, send in more self tapes, and try not to worry about hearing about your call back. It is also filled with dreams of your mystery subway stranger. 

Two months later you were seeing them even while you were awake. Glimpses of platinum hair as you were walking to work, a glint of gold sparkling as you got off at your subway stop. On one particularly exhausting day, as you were walking home from a two show day, you could’ve sworn you had seen someone matching their description with a tail, but you brushed it off as being too tired.

Just as quickly as they had seemed to take over your life, they disappeared, no more glimpses of them in the street, and no more appearing in your dreams. So you chalked it up to an overactive imagination and dreaming about someone who didn’t exist, and you forgot about them. Life moved on, you got the gig you had worked so hard for, and then you were working 8 shows a week on Broadway. 2 years later, you saw them in the front row as you were coming back on for bows.

You always were filled with adrenaline after a show, but you were literally shaking as you stepped off stage. Without taking time to small talk with those backstage, you head to your dressing room to change and go home. Maybe it was a trick of the light, or maybe you were just way too tired. It couldn’t have been them, they weren’t real. Now you weren’t so sure. 

To exit the theater you passed the doorperson, sending them a quick good night, hoping to get out of there as quickly as possible, before they stopped you.

“This was left for you before the performance,” they said, handing you a letter. Thanking them, you head out, smile for some pictures with those who waited at the stage door, and then walk towards your apartment. About a block away from the theatre you become too impatient and step to the side to open the letter.

Meet me at 48th and 8th

-D

You know immediately it’s from them, and detour a couple blocks to get to the destination. No one is there at first glance, but after crossing the street, you see them. A soft billowing red skirt paired with a matching blazer, black cat ears adorning their otherwise perfect hair, glowing in the street light. Your breath catches as they meet your eyes, 

“You’re real.” 

A smile breaks across their face, bordering on predatory, but you don’t feel afraid. Hesitantly you step closer to them, and reach out to touch them, stopping for a second unsure if you’re allowed. As if knowing exactly what you want, their hand meets yours, and time stops. Literally stops for a second before letting you go. 

“How-”

“Not here pet,” they speak softly, their smile growing fonder. All you can do is nod, unable to say no. “You live close by, yes?” You nod again, “Lead the way.”

The walk there is silent, but content, as if you are both on the same page. Whatever has to be said shouldn’t be spoken with an audience, and on the streets of New York City you will always have an audience. (It doesn’t help that you feel as if no one else exists in these moments, but you hold your tongue regardless.)

There is no weirdness as you enter your apartment. The stranger walks around observing the minimal decor. stopping in front of a bookshelf holding memorabilia from your career.

"Playbills from the theatre I ushered at,” You say as they inspect a thick binder. They nod, placing it gently back down.

The silence grows thick, but you don't want to break it; something about the way this person fits so well into your apartment makes you hold back.

You quickly follow them as they sit on your couch, gesturing for you to sit next to them. You’re powerless to ignore them.

"I can tell you have some questions,” They drawl, crossing one leg over the other, 

shifting as they wait for you to reply.

“Um, yeah, I guess I do.” 

The anxiousness that was absent from your walk over begins to seep into the room. You don’t know where to start, or what questions you can ask. 

“Oh my pet,” they move to still your fidgeting hands, and at their touch you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, “There is no need to be nervous. I’ll tell you anything you Desire.” Their voice drops on the last word and it hits you right in the chest. You had never felt this kind of pull towards anyone before, and you were slowly beginning to never want it to leave.

[missingn000]

hi chi i hope youre doing well♡ i just wanted to pop by to say i'm finally catching back up on tpg after a while of my brain not working enough to read lol but anyway! i just got to the retrial in ch34, and when nanami's defense culminates in this moment:

“You don’t have to stop caring,” Nanami reassures. “Humanity would cease to exist if we did that. But if all you do is count the reasons why you shouldn't be here, you’re going to miss out on every little joy that makes it worth being here anyway.”

Nanami whips his head towards Judgeman. He’s decided how to plead.

“You’re right. I nearly killed Nara along with every last member of the Inumaki clan. But I didn’t, because someone in the courtyard needed me and I saw meaning in giving him a home.”

Judgeman’s jail bars of teeth bare themselves one final time.

“Innocent,” it declares. “Restoration.”

hhhh oh my god. i got chills sitting here in between sets on the leg curl machine ahsjhwksbd. i've been so engrossed in this chapter i havent been able to put it down, the fight has been awesome and i've been having so much fun visualizing it. and ive been soooo stressed about nanami's technique being confiscated just desperately hoping all his words could get through to higurama... AUGH the clash of ideals is just as juicy as the physical violence.

but like. nanami choosing toge over the vengeance, finding meaning in the small happinesses that happen in daily life... it's such a beautiful arc to his character that he's changed from the man who views adulthood the accumulation of small despairs into who he is now. and i'm just so excited for higurama to go through his own journey. but yeah ! i just wanted to take a moment to fanboy about it in your inbox because i don't think i have yet and i needed to rectify that Immediately!! i love tpg soooo so much 💕 anywhoo i'm gonna keep reading now haha ^_^

YOU READ TPG?!?!?!??!?!?!??!?????????????? WHAT OH MY GOD I HAD NO IDEA

but damn i am so so happy you like it!! GOD ch34 fucked me up too...fight scenes are my favorite thing to write and i love striking that balance of physical vs emotional impact. it's awesome to hear you think i succeeded with this fight!! i've always thought it would be interesting if nanami and higuruma interacted, but i actually think they wouldn't get along, at least not at first. after all, higuruma went straight to murder and apathy upon realizing the cruelty of the world, while nanami decided to bear that emotional weight and use his power to help people anyway.

omgggg the character development for nanami was SO satisfying to write. that journey of him believing little despairs making someone an adult to little joys making life worth living...auughgrtghfggahj i love him so much!! higuruma's about to go down a crazy journey of his own for sure, and i hope you enjoy it. thanks for this message im literally BEAMING