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herarcadewasteland · 1 year

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Request 💗

I cannot get this yoongi out of my head 👀 can you write something spicyy based on what you think? Its giving husband yoon vibes i think hehe thanks 😘

AHHH TYTYTY HUSBAND YOONGI FOR YOU!!!

Still suck at writing smut so enjoy? 😬 but it also turned into a ficlet?

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Office Hours: Yoongi x reader office sex

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Yoongi had been away for weeks. And that meant no sex. Which for you, meant struggling to get yourself off properly. He was in control of your orgasms at this point even if you did have a fairly vanilla sex life. His touch was enough to drive you up a wall with horniness and yet he wasn’t there.

Thankfully, he was on a flight back from his business trip to Thailand. And his return meant mind blowing sex and finally an orgasm. So you sat and watched Netflix as you waited, hours passed quickly and soon it was 8. Yoongi would be home soon.

Jumping from the couch, you bounded to the door to wait for it to open and there he would be. Your wonderful husband. But as you stood and waited for his return, you realized you didn’t hear his car. Not even a Honda Civic engine that signified the taxi.

Sadness filled your being as you bitch-slapped the wall, the ache in your hand going ignored as you grabbed your keys and slipped on some shoes. Jogging to your car, you nearly yelled in frustration as the engine stalled momentarily before it kicked up and you were off.

His office was 35 minutes away. Anytime he didn’t show up for dinner or a date night, his office was where he was. And you doubted tonight would be any different. Standing outside his office 40 minutes later, you proved yourself right. His secretary had warned you against going in unannounced, but you had bigger problems than disrupting paperwork that could’ve waited until the morning.

Swinging open the door with an angry call of his name, your eyes scanned the office in search of your husband, his assistant rushing in behind you in a sad attempt to stop you from disrupting the conversation you already had. Yoongi’s head snapped away from the window the moment you called his name, his eyes widening as he took in your appearance after weeks of not seeing you. You disregard his almost melancholy gaze, shoes clacking on the floor with the force of your steps.

The clear anger in your eyes as you approached made him drop the phone, his hands reaching out to calm you automatically. You slapped his hands out of the way, your open palm swinging for his face next as he watched your eyes narrow. Head swinging to the side and jaw clenching as he made eye contact with his secretary, he growled at her to leave, her heels clicking frantically as she slams the door in her wake.

His large hands grip yours as you stare him down, his plush lips set in a thin line as he observed your anger.

“Hello, lo-“

“No. You don’t get to pet-name me, Min Yoongi!”

“And what gives you the right to slap me, Min Y/N?”

“You. You asshole! Is work really more important than coming home to your WIFE AFTER 9 WEEKS OF BEING AWAY?!”

Your anger was palpable and he sighs. His hands rub over his thighs once before he stands, your eyes meeting as his face softens.

“I understand you’re upset-“

“Fuck you.”

“I should’ve come home right away. I’m sorry, love.”

“Fucking right you should have! How dare you?! Heading straight back to the fucking OFFICE before your WIFE?!”

He sighs and itches his forehead, his glasses slipping down his nose slightly as he closes the distance between you.

“Let me make it up to you.”, his lips brush your ear as you close your eyes with a sharp exhale.

“Fine. If you must.”, you try to play it cool, the blush on your cheeks giving you away as you nod along with your words.

His smile is adorable as he registers your consent, his hands gripping the back of your head gently as he pulls you into a gentle kiss. His lips part yours slowly as you inhale… him. Your tongue sneaks out to brush against his, the kiss deepening slowly as you rip his shirt open. Buttons clang against his desk as you run your hands down his chest, his tie draping over them until you reach his stomach.

His hands stop yours as you break away from the kiss to catch your breath.

“We shouldn’t be doing this in my office, doll.”

“Shut up and fuck me.”

His eyes darkened, his hands seeming more veiny as he swiftly undid his tie, his lips curving in a smirk as he tugged open your jaw to place it between your teeth, tying it behind your head. You watched him carefully now, this side of him not one you were aware of and based on his reaction to his own action, he didn’t know about it either.

He guided you backwards with steady hands, your legs meeting the edge of the leather couch he had in his office, his sharp eyes watching you through lenses as you fell back onto the couch. The poof of the air leaving the leather filled the silence alongside your heavy breathing, his hands removing your pants in a rush as you undid his. The both of you exposed, your eyes traced his body as he did the same.

Your observation ended quickly as he pushed you to lay down, his cock standing tall as he hovered over your figure, his soft lips taking over yours as he slid into you slowly. A groan slipped from his throat as he slid in easily, preparation be damned. You moaned in a muffled response, hips thrusting up into his impatiently as you lowkey choked on the tie through the half-proper kiss. His thrusts picked up moments later as he gathered himself enough to thrust into your properly, his minty breath fanning over your lips in harsh pants as he slammed into you.

Your moans picked up in volume, the reason for the makeshift gag clicking somewhere in your brain past the feeling of his cock filling you so well. Your eyes rolled back as he got more aggressive, the sounds of your coupling echoing in your head and the office as you both approached your highs.

“Cum for me, my pretty little wife.”, his lips encased your bottom one momentarily, “Do it.”

His words ended in a growl as he felt you clenching around him. Your eyes watered slightly as your orgasm barrelled towards you faster than you thought, the weeks of no orgasm catching up in a split second as your legs tensed. Yoongi watched your expression carefully, your tightening core sending him closer to his own high as you squirted around him. The force of your orgasm nearly pushing him from your body, he spills into your aching core.

Your moans die out together as you catch your breaths, your legs shaking slightly as you recover from your intense orgasm.

“Have you done that before? I think that’s a new reaction, love.”

His cocky tone hit you like you hit him, your eyes widening as you tried to sit up to look at the mess you undoubtedly made. Yoongi removed his tie from your mouth with a smile, his eyes trained on the small puddle of your juices that had collected beneath you. You let out a groan, covering your face with your hands as you tried to get the earth to swallow you whole.

“Hey. Hey. Don’t hide from me, love, that was hot as fuck.”, his tone was light as he pressed kisses to your hands.

You gave up hiding with a sigh, moving your hands from your face to look at him closely. He did look turned on and impressed by that. His glasses were even slightly foggy from his increase in temperature. After another sigh, you nodded. You could accept it was hot for him.

Kissing him gently, you ran your hands through his hair, his hands fixing your own mess of hair until a cough cut through it all like a knife.

“Sorry to interrupt, Mr. and Mrs. Min but we’re going to need this agreement decided on soon.”

“Fuck.”

You both laughed at the disturbed tone Mr. Lee held over the phone, your eyes closing in exhaustion as Yoongi righted his clothes and sat back at his desk, settling the agreement within a few hours. Maybe you would have to interrupt him more if that was the outcome.

#herarcadewasteland #bts fanfic #yoongi x reader #yoongi smut #min yoongi #min yoongi smut #reader insert #ask!#kookslastbutton #fem!reader #oh my heart #ty ty <3

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 1 year

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AITA for wanting pay?

I’m a temp employee for my county government who gets paid for 7 hours when I’m scheduled, even if I swipe in before or swipe out late. I thought that this meant that unless *I* called out, I would be paid for 7 hours when I was scheduled.

My work is a 35-40 minute drive away, and Monday while I’m driving I receive a call 20 minutes before my shift starts that the building is closed due to a leak, I get this call while I’m already on the road and am, I think, understandably frustrated. For the past week (today, Friday included) I have been told everyday that the building would open the next day and then suddenly contacted that the building was closed for the the rest of the day, usually about 1 hour before my shift.

I have now lost an entire 35 hour work week.

I’ve just found out from my supervisor that because I’m a temp, they’re not going to pay me ANYTHING for this entire week, and honestly I’m kind of pissed. This wasn’t my fault and in some cases I’d gotten entirely ready and even started driving before being told not to bother. It’s not like I’m paid a ridiculous amount and I’d be happy taking half pay for this week (which I have planned for since if I got sick, that would be my sick pay) since I technically didn’t do the work. I’m mainly pissed because all of the sudden a wrench has been thrown in my plans and I’m not getting paid ANY money despite expecting about $500 from this week alone.

WIBTA if I took this to HR and asked to get half pay due to all the short notices?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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jselorekeeper · 7 months

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Time Stamps Part One

Welcome to the Jacksepticeye ego time stamps! Where I have went through every video and media post to share with you all! There may be some I missed but I have majority of the appearances, including ones that may not be canon anymore!

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

July 9th, 2016: Time to record some videos

JACKIEBOY MAN RETURNS | Welcome To The Game #2

Page Source: Nothing

Description: “Here come dat Jackieboi! Welcome BACK To The Game”

0:22-14:42 (Extended appearance; he is playing the game)

The Jacksepticeye Power Hour - Marvin’s Magic

Page Source: Nothing

Description: “Today we answer the biggest question about Magic: “Is it Real??” All on the Jacksepticeye Power Hour!”

0:00-10:23 (Extended appearance; he is in the whole video)

September 14th, 2016: Dr. Septiceye will see you now!

The Jacksepticeye Power Hour - Dr. Schneeplestein

Page Source: Nothing

Description: “Step into my E.R. to be operated on by the No.1 doctor in the world!”

0:00-8:38 (Extended appearance; he is in the whole video)

THE START OF THE NIGHTMARE | Five Nights At Freddy's Sister Location #1

Old Title: Something doesn’t feel right | Five Nights At Freddy’s Sister Location #1

Page Source: “Snooping”

Description: “You’ve waited a long time, now I wake”

4:28-4:29 (Momentary Glitch)

8:20-8:22 (Momentary Glitch)

15:29-15:30 (Momentary Glitch)

20:18-20:20 (Momentary Glitch)

26:25-26:26 (Momentary Glitch)

31:27-31:33 (Extended Glitch)

33:24-33:30 (Extended Glitch)

34:10-34:12 (Momentary Glitch)

35:29-35:31 (Momentary Glitch)

36:51-36:54 (Momentary Glitch)

39:26-39:30 (Momentary Glitch)

October 10th, 2016: “Anti is coming for you”

October 10th, 2016: “Of course, I noticed him ;)”

THEY HAVE AWOKEN... | Five Nights At Freddy's Sister Location #2

Page Source: “Curious I see”

Description: “Follow the signs, release me”

0:00-0:02 (Momentary Glitch)

4:00-4:01 (Momentary Glitch)

6:20-6:21 (Momentary Glitch, extremely hard to see)

9:09-9:15 (Extended Glitch, motions of the body glitching out)

9:20-9:22 (Momentary Glitch, following the context of Sean saying “I’m so close”)

12:56-13:04 (Extended Glitch)

16:28-16:30 (Momentary Glitch)

17:09-17:15 (Extended Glitch)

18:08-18:11 (Momentary Glitch)

19:00-19:02 (Momentary Glitch)

October 13th, 2016: Ỉ̌͌ͬ̚͟ ̘ͣ̂̃ͥ͌̿ͬs̸̹̗̖͇̣̞e̥̻͓̭͕͛̾̚ê̼͖̹̌̌ͥ̕ ̗͙̹̦ͬ̔́y̝͕͗̏̒ͮ͢ͅo̖̤͉̼̘͖͎ǘ͓̭͔̀.̪̐ͦ̊

October 15th, 2016: I̷ am̛ n͢ȩar..̧.͡

October 17th, 2016: H̵al҉l̵o͟wee͘ǹ's ́g͞ơnna͜ b̛e f͡un ̀th̕i̷s͜ ̕y҉e͢a͡r!̛

SOMETHING INSIDE | Five Nights At Freddy's Sister Location #3

Page Source: “Stronger” (“Let me out”, “Pay Attention”)

Description: “I see you understand now, keep watching”, link to the short video “Soon”

0:02-0:03 (Momentary Glitch)

1:13-1:15 (Momentary Glitch)

2:35-2:41 (Extended Glitch)

5:26-5:32 (Extended Glitch)

10:43-10:47 (Momentary Glitch)

14:30-14:35 (Extended Glitch)

14:41-14:44 (Momentary Glitch)

17:28-17:30 (Momentary Glitch)

Sǫo̴n͠: (The video has been hidden)

Page Source: Unknown

Description: “Very good, you may be worthy”

Temple Of No

Page Source: Nothing

Description: “No! Just no! Don’t Go There! Don’t go to that temple! I’m warning you!!”

11:10-11:14 (Momentary Glitch)

PLEASE DON'T KILL ME | Hello Neighbor #2

Page Source: Nothing

Description: “Hello Neighbor!!....AHHHH Stop Throwing Bear Traps at me!”

9:45-9:47 (Momentary Glitch)

October 21st, 2016: n̯̻̦ͮ̄͋ǒ̯̯̱͗̚ ͙̳̰ͦͦ̒ṃ̟̘ͯ̉͛ọ͕̣̐ͪͤŕ̘͓̈̑ͅê͇̘̙ͬ̌ ̙͍̬͌̅ͤg̜͉̤͌ͪ̓a̜͕̹̐͋ͨm̲͈̯̉ͦ̚e̤̝̤̒̂̈́s̪͚͈̄ͦ̎

MERGED TOGETHER | Five Nights At Freddy's Sister Location #4

Page Source: “The doctor, can’t save” (“Very Clever”, “I grow stronger”)

Description: “It’s almost time, I grow stronger”

0:00-0:02 (Momentary Glitch)

1:18-1:21 (Momentary Glitch)

2:40-2:43 (Momentary Glitch)

3:15-3:16 (Momentary Glitch)

5:13-5:14 (Momentary Glitch)

7:29-7:36 (Extended Glitch)

9:59-10:19 (Extended Glitch)

10:23-10:26 (Momentary Glitch)

20:10-20:13 (Momentary Glitch)

22:00-22:02 (Momentary Glitch)

27:18-27:20 (Momentary Glitch)

27:35-27:36 (Momentary Glitch)

CHOOSE YOUR OWN GOAL | ClusterTruck #16

Page Source: Nothing

Description: “Let’s try some more Custom Levels in ClusterTruck!!”

12:41-12:42 (Momentary Glitch)

GRANNY DAB | Stuntfest #1

Page Source: Nothing

Description: “Granny got some moves in Stuntfest! Watch her dab!”

8:33-8:36 (Momentary Glitch)

SWIMMING IN POOP | Pipejob (HTC Vive Virtual Reality)

Page Source: Nothing

Description: “It’s a dirty job but someone’s gotta clean up the Virtual Reality poop in Pipejob!”

12:13-12:17 (Extended Glitch)

ROBOT WARS | Manual Samuel #3

Page Source: Nothing

Description: “The orphans!!! What have I done!? Things are looking grim in Manual Samuel!”

21:33-21:36 (Momentary Glitch)

MEET THE YANGS | Guts And Glory #5

Page Source: Nothing

Description: “Meet the Yang Family in Guts and Glory! They ride and die together like any good family should!”

6:56-6:58 (Momentary Glitch)

ALONE AND AFRAID | Layers Of Fear - Part 1

Page Source: Nothing

Description: “It’s time to say goodbye”

Comment: “I don’t need my own!”

20:28-20:43 (Extended Glitch)

22:07-22:11 (Momentary Glitch)

SORE FROM LAUGHING | Stuntfest #2

Page Source: Nothing

Description: “The physics in Stuntfest are so ridiculous, I can’t stop laughing at them!”

2:18-2:22 (Momentary Glitch)

5:00-5:06 (Extended Glitch)

BULLETPROOF CHEST | Mr. President #3

Page Source: Nothing

Description: “Who needs a bulletproof vest when you have a bulletproof chest!!!”

Page and Description has nothing

1:07-1:10 (Momentary Glitch)

11:13-11:18 (Extended Glitch)

15:48-15:52 (Extended Glitch)

October 29th, 2016: M̦̠͇ͦ͊̚ọ̞̼̅̃ͬr͚̗͚͆ͫ͐n͚͔̣ͫ̊̒i̝͈̲̐ͣͩn̬̳̳̑͂ͣg̻͓̦͒̓ͨ

THE SIGNS ARE THERE | Layers Of Fear - Part 2

Page Source: Nothing

Description: “It’s Almost Time”

4:39-4:42 (Momentary Glitch)

7:50-7:56 (Extended Glitch)

10:20-10:25 (Extended Glitch)

13:00-13:04 (Momentary Glitch)

20:10-20:13 (Momentary Glitch)

26:01-26:05 (Momentary Glitch)

SCARIER THAN IT LOOKS | The Cubicle (HTC Vive Virtual Reality)

Page Source: Nothing

Description: “Tomorrow ends him”

Whiteboard: “Don’t Watch”

1:39-1:42 (Momentary Glitch)

3:48-3:53 (Extended Glitch)

7:20-7:32 (Extended Glitch)

9:16-9:21 (Momentary Glitch)

October 30th, 2016: I̢t is̛ d͜on҉e̵

October 31st, 2016: ar͝e you ̧re͠ady̡?̵

October 31st, 2016: t͡od̨ay's͝ t́he ҉d͜ąy

October 31st, 2016: Cu͡t͏e

October 31st, 2016: He̡ll̷o̕..͝.͜

October 31st, 2016: A͜w p̡oor͟ ̀yo͏u͏

October 31st, 2016: y̸ou̴r m̢i̴sery͠ ̛m͘a͡k̨es̷ ̵m̨e͠ ̵happy!̸

S͢ḀY ͏GǪÒ͜D̸B͞Y̧E

Page Source: “Say Goodbye, I’m back, good puppet”

Description: “You wanted me...well here I am”

Whiteboard: “Happy Halloween”

2:17-2:35 (Extended Glitch)

3:18-3:20 (Momentary Glitch)

3:40-3:42 (Momentary Glitch)

4:20-4:35 (Extended Glitch)

5:33-5:37 (Momentary Glitch)

6:35-6:38 (Momentary Glitch)

8:05-8:09 (Momentary Glitch)

8:25-8:45 (Extended Glitch)

9:08-9:10 (Momentary Glitch)

9:48-9:51 (Momentary Glitch)

10:32-12:00 (Extended Glitch)

October 31st, 2016: D̷id y͞ou en͞j̡o͘y̢ thè s̶h͝o̢w̸?

November 1st, 2016: Sw҉ee̢t́ Dréa̡ḿs̡

MURDER ON THE DANCE FLOOR | Party Hard #1

Page Source: Nothing

Description: “All I wanted was some peace and quiet…now EVERYBODY dies in Party Hard”

Comments: The only appearance is Anti being in the thumbnail

CHRISTMAS DOCTOR | Amateur Surgeon Christmas Edition

Page Source: Nothing

Description: “There is no break for a world class surgeon! Not even on Christmas!”

5:00-12:15 (Extended appearance; he played most of the game before disappearing)

I'M SO SORRY | Detention 返校 - Part 2

Page Source: Nothing

Description: “Forgotten or Just too Afraid to Remember?”

0:24-0:28 (Momentary Glitch)

3:43-3:54 (Extended Glitch)

BROKEN INSIDE | Detention 返校 - Part 3

Page Source: Nothing

Description: “Broken Spirit...let me out”

8:52-9:09 (Extended Glitch)

22:13-22:17 (Momentary Glitch)

BLOOD ON YOUR HANDS | Detention 返校 - Part 4 (END)

Page Source: Nothing

Description: “Betrayal, Neglect, Mistake”

1:12-1:14 (Momentary Glitch)

2:02-2:08 (Extended Glitch)

5:27-5:32 (Momentary Glitch)

5:49-5:52 (Momentary Glitch)

27:45-27:53 (Extended Glitch)

28:00-28:06 (Extended Glitch)

28:21-28:37 (Extended Glitch)

February 16th, 2017: I miss the piercings

March 7th, 2017: Trying to grow the beard out!

AL̛WA̢Y҉S̀ ̨W͠A͞T̡CH҉ING̶

Page Source: “Never Forget”

Description: “You Thought I Was Gone, Tried To Replace Me, I’m Always Here”

1:14-2:25 (Extended Glitch; Anti’s Speech)

Chase Brody - The Jacksepticeye Power Hour

Old Title: Bro Average

Page Source: Nothing

Description: “Welcome to Bro Average! Home to the sickest trick shots and extreme sports with Chase Brody. This one's called the teabag”

0:00-4:27 (Extended appearance; the whole video is about him)

May 12th, 2017: Some men just want to watch the world burn

SPREADING THE SICKNESS | Epidemic

Page Source: Nothing

Description: “The sickness and death spreads but I swear I had nothing to do with it..... it's an EPIDEMIC”

8:04-8:45 (Extended Glitch)

TRUST ME, I’M A DOCTOR | Bio Inc. Redemption #4

Page Source: “Cracks”

Description:“There's only one true doctor of death, the fantastic (terrible) Dr. Schneeplestein”

0:00-12:09 (Extended appearance; he is playing the game)

July 26th, 2017: REBORN

July 28th, 2017: Are You Ready?

July 28th, 2017: I’m Not Done Yet

July 31st, 2017: Don’t Believe His Lies (SOS in morse code in tags)

July 31st, 2017: Ze good doct͏͠à̷h

TOUGHER THAN EXPECTED | The Escapists 2 #2

Page Source: “Need a Doctor?”

Description: “Getting out of jail in The Escapists 2 might be a little harder than expected”

Comment: The Thumbnail has a date in it

August 1st, 2017: A̧̡͜nd Ǹ̡ow T̸̀̀͏empting Í͟nside

August 1st, 2017: Sti̸͝t҉ç̶͘h̨ed Toge̷͞t́͜her (Use to be Bad Blood)

Endless Cycle | Suicide Guy

Page Source:“Anti, looking in the right places”

Description: “Kill yourself over and over again to wake up from a horrible dream in Suicide Guy...what a weird sentence”

Comment: Overall the video has nothing, just page source

August 2nd, 2017: t͚̱̜̣̹̖͞ͅo̵̱̩̯̬̹ͅo̢͏͈̳̞̲l͚̭͉͓͈͕͡á̜̩̱͘͞t͏̧̝̱͈̝͓̟e̢̨̹͔̬

August 2nd, 2017: Sp̨r̡e͝a͟di̛ng

August 2nd, 2017: T̀im͠e̷i̴sbro͝ken

August 2nd, 2017: S̢͔͖͎͈̘̰͎ͅa̻̣͚͠͠v҉͈̭͖̙͉̰̩͈ͅe̦͚̞͞ him

KILL JA̶CKSEPTICEYE | Bio IN̵̛c Redemp T̨I̶̢on

Page Source: “no, save him, kill Jacksepticeye, virus, puppets, no more strings on me”

Description: “So concerned for your little boy, pay attention next time...who’s next?”

2:21-2:23 (Momentary Glitch)

3:04-3:05 (Momentary Glitch)

3:39-3:45 (Extended Glitch)

4:12-4:16 (Momentary Glitch)

4:46-4:49 (Momentary Glitch)

5:07-5:12 (Extended Glitch)

5:14-5:27 (Extended Glitch)

6:00-6:05 (Extended Glitch)

6:28-6:35 (Extended Glitch)

6:36-6:49 (Extended Glitch)

6:53-7:01 (Extended Glitch)

7:11-7:17 (Extended Glitch)

7:20-7:23 (Momentary Glitch)

7:30-8:02 (Extended Glitch)

8:05-8:15 (Extended Glitch)

8:16-8:46 (Extended Glitch) 8:46-10:36 (Extended Glitch)

August 3rd, 2017: H̶ell͞o̡

October 9th, 2017: 1 year

October 29th, 2017: I’ve got my eye on you!

October 29th, 2017: Feelin Dapper!

October 30th, 2017: Out Of Time

October 30th, 2017: Oui Oui!

The Jacksepticeye Power Hour - Jameson Jackson

Old Title: The Silent Movie

Page Source: “Boo”

Description: “It's time for a good ole fashioned pumpkin carve! Happy Halloween!”

5:23-5:39 (Extended Glitch)

#jacksepticeye #JSE Time Stamps #chase brody #marvin the magnificent #jackieboy man #iris #henrik von schneeplestein #antisepticeye #jameson jackson #altrverse

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gaywriterdude · 4 months

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Eddie helping Buck with his nightmares

This is a oneshot that started as a paragraph snippet of something to include in my current wip later, so enjoy

Buck wakes up, a terrified scream of Eddie’s name on his lips. Tonight’s nightmare was a particularly painful combination of Christopher being ripped out of his arms by the tsunami, water flooding Buck’s mouth and choking him as he screamed, and a blend of Eddie being shot and then buried by 40 feet of mud. God, that one wasn’t fun. He can still feel the water in his lungs, taste Eddie’s blood in his mouth.

He checks the time on his phone. 2:35. Well, 3 hours of sleep isn’t too bad. Buck runs a shaking hand down his face and groans. God, he wants to call Eddie. Actually, he wants to see Eddie, but that definitely isn’t on the table. Without thinking, his thumb finds Eddie’s contact in the favorites tab. Buck takes a deep breath, goes to exit out of it, but his shaking thumb clicks on the circular picture of Buck, Eddie, and Chris instead.

The phone rings. Buck puts it to his ear instantly, breath stuttering.

Eddie picks up on the second ring. “Buck?” his sleepy voice asks.

Buck’s wobbly exhaled “Eds,” is his only reply.

“That bad?” Eddie murmurs softly. Then, louder, “Okay, I’m sending an Uber to your house. It’ll probably be about 30 minutes.”

Buck nods, even though he knows Eddie can’t see him. His voice isn’t working right now.

“Okay, bud. It’s alright. I’m here, you’re safe, Chris is safe. We’re all okay, and soon we’ll all be together, alright?”

This time Buck is able to make a hummed affirmative sound in his throat.

“Wanna talk to Chris? He’s sleeping, but you can listen to him breathe,” Eddie asks gently. Buck hums again, and there is a long moment of silence and shuffling before Christopher’s soft, even breaths sound through the phone. Buck matches his breathing to Chris’s, and it helps. Eddie chuckles quietly, murmuring something about Christopher being a heavy sleeper, and it helps. Buck is able to put his sweatshirt on, stumble his way downstairs, and get a glass of water. That helps, too. After a while, Eddie must move back to his bedroom because Christopher’s breathing is gone.

“The Uber’s almost there, Ev, and then you can come home,” Eddie says tenderly, voice full of drowsiness, “Are you okay if I hang up? I’m trying to stay awake but I’m falling asleep here.”

Buck finally finds a quiet, choked version of his voice, and says, “C-can you just stay on the line?” Can you fall asleep on the phone with me so that I can hear you’re breathing and know that you’re okay? is what he really means, and Eddie must know it.

“Okay, Ev, I’ll stay on the line. The… the couch isn’t made up, so just crawl into bed when you get home,” Eddie mutters, and Buck knows his eyes must be slipping closed.

There it is again, that word. Home. Said so effortlessly, as if anywhere else couldn’t possibly be Buck’s home. He’s right, though.

“Okay, Eds,” Buck says softly. His best friend’s deep exhaling as he falls into slumber is the only reply, but even that is enough.

Buck grabs his headphones from the table and plugs them into his phone. He has Eddie’s breathing as the best kind of white noise in his ears while he slips his shoes on, walks down four flights of stairs, and gets into the Uber. The drive doesn’t feel as long when the roads are nearly empty and his personal soundtrack is playing.

Buck unlocks Eddie’s front door using his key when the driver drops him off. He peeks his head into Chris’s room for a moment, just to confirm that he’s there, and then he shuffles down the hallway to Eddie’s room.

Eddie is sprawled on his front in the bed, one leg stretched straight and the other bent and hooked higher, phone resting next to his face. He left just enough room for Buck to slip in beside him, which he does. He lays down on his back, his leg pressed into Eddie’s straight one. Eddie must feel him, because he wiggles around until his bent leg is now straight and the straight one is curled over Buck’s hip. Buck rests a hand on Eddie’s back and closes his eyes.

“Night, Eds,” he murmurs, and falls asleep in seconds.

#buddie #911 abc #ao3 writer #ao3 #Buck has nightmares #Buck has so many nightmares about so many different things #like get that boy some therapy #oh wait they did good job

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riptideripley · 4 months

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Chapter Twelve of Addicted

word count: 1,072

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Saturday May 25th.

“Can you get up please?” Rhea pleaded, tugging on Jey’s shirt. He sighed and sat up, seeing Sami’s title match on the screen. “Where’s Roman and.. Seth?” he asked, rubbing his eyes.

“Seth and Dean took him out to brunch for his birthday, we have to handle dinner.” Rhea told him, slipping on a pair of sweatpants.

He nodded, flipping the covers off his legs and walking to the bathroom. Rhea checked her phone to see her group chat blowing up, Damian getting fussy with Dom for the most part. She sat her phone down and pulled Jey’s hoodie over her head, slipping back under the covers. “So.. who won so far?” Jey asked as he returned from the bathroom, getting under the covers with her.

“So Bianca and Jade retained their titles, and Liv beat Becky because Dom was an idiot.” she told him, resting her head on his shoulder. He nodded, wrapping his arm around her.

Time Skip.

“Babe, what time did you set reservations for?” “7:30” he replied, looking through his closet.

The PLE had just ended a few hours ago and to say the least, Rhea wasn’t too happy. Dom really let Liv take her title so now she has to deal with that, along with hearing Damian’s complaints. Not to mention Randy lost when he shouldn’t have.

Rhea walked down to Roman’s bedroom and knocked on the door, “Hey Ro, dinner is at 7:30” she told him through the door hearing an ‘okay’ shouted back to her. She walked back to her room to see Jey pulling out a black dress from the closet, seeing as it matched his suit. “Ya know.. I feel like something is off with them.” she randomly blurted out, sitting on the bed.

“Yeah? Like what?” Jey asked, grabbing some of his hair products from his bag. “I dunno.. just Damian and Finn feel off. The whole group feels off and I feel like they’re hiding something from me.” Rhea sighs as she explains it to him, standing up from the bed. “Let’s not worry about that tonight okay? Tonight is about Roman and having fun.” Jey reassured her, wrapping his arms around her waist.

She smiled in return, planting a soft kiss to the side of his head. “Hey are y’all almost ready? It’s 6:40 and the place is an hour away!” Seth slightly yelled through the door, making both of them let out a slight giggle. “Don’t worry, give us 20 minutes!” Rhea yelled back, smiling at Jey.

Time Skip. 12:35 am May 26th.

Jey stumbled inside the house, carrying Rhea over his shoulder. Roman and Seth thought it was a smart idea to see who could out drink who, Rhea clearly winning between the three. Jey carefully set her down on the bed, making sure he sat her up right and gave her some water.

“Are you taking this off?” he asked, lightly kissing her shoulder to keep her awake. “Y..yes” she mumbled out, feeling slightly dizzy. Jey chuckled softly to himself, slipping her dress off her shoulders and down her body. Rhea suddenly clung to him, drifting off to sleep slowly.

Jey sighed and gently pulled her off of him, taking his clothes off. Suddenly she whined once she realized the lost of contact, stirring around. “Shh shh.. I’m here” he whispered, climbing into the bed and pulling her close as he slipped the covers over them. “I..love you” she whispered out through her tiredness, Jey coming back to reality. They may love each other.. but she isn’t his.

Monday May 27th, 10:30pm.

Rhea stared at her phone in silence. Everybody saw it, including Jey. “Hey..look-” Jey started but was cut off by her breaking into sobs. Seth stood in the kitchen, placing his phone down on the counter. He understood how she felt and it pained him to see her go through this. Jey carefully sat next to her, pulling her into an embrace. Her phone was constantly going off, from Charlotte to Damian to even Shayna.

A name appeared across her screen, someone she didn’t expect. Sonya. She picked up her phone and answered the call.

“Hey Rhe..I’m probably the last person on your mind right now but look, if there is anything I can do to help trust me I’ll do it.”

The line went quiet.

“Thanks..I’ll um.. keep in touch.” she responded, hanging up the phone. Suddenly Dom called, making her heart shatter. “Answer it if you want, okay?” Jey told her, looking at her. She nodded and answered, waiting for him to speak.

Or at least she thought it was him.

“No Dom move- oh Hi Rhea”

That familiar high pitched voice pierced her ears, “What Liv.”

“Awe.. someone seems mad, but don’t worry he’s safe and sound! With me of course” Liv laughed, tempting Rhea to throw her phone across the room.

“You can keep him. And for all I care Liv he can keep you, okay? I am sick of both of you. Do you not understand how humiliating this is for me right now? Calls after fucking calls. But neither one of you care do you? DO YOU?!”

Dom listened closely, feeling a small pain in his chest at her words. Liv just rolled her eyes, “Well Rhea this is what happens when you choose to be a little bitch about things!” Liv responded and hung up, leaving Rhea with her own silence.

There was a sudden knock on the door, everyone’s heads turning but hers. Roman carefully went to the door and opened it, Andrade.

“And look at what we have here.. I warned you Rhea. I really did but you didn’t listen.” he spoke, glancing over at her. She sat there quietly, fiddling with her fingers. “Sorry about the window by the way but uh, I was relaying a message. One that she clearly did not take.” he spoke, chuckling to himself before walking away.

Roman heard and felt a bag slip past him, Andrade being the one who threw it. He stood there confused before closing the door and picking up the bag, seeing Rhea’s name on it.

He gave the bag to her to which she snatched it from him, confusing both him and Jey. She wouldn’t and most definitely couldn’t open the bag in front of them, standing up and running upstairs.

#wwe #rhea ripley #dominik mysterio #judgement day #wrestling #damien priest #roman reigns #jey uso x rhea ripley #jey uso #liv morgan #liv morgan x dominik mysterio #seth rollins x roman reigns #seth rollins #dean ambrose #jon moxley

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New Fic Alert: lifeline of a promise in a shot glass (Brian/Justin AU)

PART ONE of MANY

Synopsis: What if Justin never met Brian when he was 17, and because of this, his father convinces him to go to Dartmouth and follow a business path? Years later, Justin is 25 and works alongside Ted, who was his mentor as he studied for his CPA the year before, and lives a life of limited socialization due to crippling grief and anxiety caused by the death of his close friend 3 years prior. What happens when Ted pushes him into interacting with the family?

Justin sat at his desk, ignoring the client files he was supposed to be working on. Instead, he fiddled with the personal check in his left hand. It was from his father, part of the reason he had driven the five hours to Philly over the weekend. He was so wrapped up in his thoughts about that visit that he didn’t realize that Ted Schmidt had approached his cubicle until the older man cleared his throat.

“If that’s a check from a client I can show you how to input it.” Ted smiled and jokingly tapped Justin’s arm with his fist.

“No, more like blood money.” Justin sighed, shoved the check into his desk drawer, and turned to give Ted his full attention.

“I feel there’s a story there.” Ted raised his eyebrow.

“More like a tragedy that could rival even the most beautiful of arias.” Justin licked his lips and quickly changed the subject, “You need something?”

“Well, it’s Wednesday, this week has sucked. I thought you’d want to go out with me and my friends to a club downtown.” Ted shrugged.

“Isn’t it a bit sad to show up with a young kid? What will your friends even think?” Justin loved to tease Ted considering the man was 13 years his senior.

“Honestly?” Ted rubbed his hand over his mouth, “Brian and Emmett will be shocked that I am allowed out in public with a guy as hot as you. And Michael, well if he or his husband show up they’re likely to be supportive of welcoming someone new to the fold.”

Justin glanced at the clock, saw it was 5:45 pm, shut down his computer and stood up. He grabbed his suit jacket off the back of his chair and smirked at Ted before chuckling.

“Also, I’ll have you know, Emmett is only 32, not much older than you. And Brian, Michael and Ben are all 35.” Ted followed Justin to the garage where they parked their cars.

“I still don’t understand why you hang out with me outside of work. I’m a first year and you are practically my boss.” Justin added, fishing his car keys out from his pocket.

“None of my lifelong friends like anything artistic. They think the epitome of human expression happens on the dancefloor at Babylon.” Ted rolled his eyes. “At least with you I don’t have to go to museums or art openings or the opera by myself.”

“Wow. Schmidt. I’m touched. Really, I am. It’s not sad at all that at nearly 40 you rely upon me, a gay man in his mid-20s to keep you alive.” Justin pressed his hand to his chest and gave Ted his best emotional simper.

Ted simply rolled his eyes and responded, “So, Babylon, 9 o’clock?”

Justin shrugged. “Maybe.” But he knew in his heart he wouldn’t be taking Ted up on his offer. Today was a rough one and he didn’t want his first impression to be that of a morose dickhead.

“If you decide not to, please at least give me a call?” Ted put his hand on Justin’s shoulder and fixed him with a knowing and understanding gaze.

Justin nodded, climbed into his car, and drove off without another word. He went straight to his apartment complex to park his car and drop off his work things. But, he didn’t stick around long before he went out to his favorite bar, Woody’s for a few drinks. Justin wanted nothing more than to forget about today.

He was two shots of whiskey deep when he felt the presence of someone else next to him. Justin sucked in his lip, sighed, and looked at who had joined him at the bar. The man next to him was older, elegant, and sex on legs. His brown hair was styled in a way that said he cared but wanted the world to think he didn’t give two shits. There was something so alluring about him that Justin couldn’t quite put his finger on and with his current mental state, didn’t have the patience to work out.

“Another,” Justin motioned to the bartender, slurring his words just slightly.

The gorgeous man next to him reached across the bar and grabbed the bartender’s arm. “Jake, don’t pour the kid anymore.”

“Fuck you. I’m an adult. I can have as many drinks as I want.” Justin was annoyed that this stranger would step in his business like that.

“Fine, suit yourself, but your current petulance tells me otherwise.” The brunette smirked, downed his shot, and then turned his back to the counter and leaned back to troll his eyes across the sea of men in the room at large.

“Besides, I’m not your goddamn mother. I just thought I’d do you a favor. Go home. Sleep off whatever you’re trying to drown away. Trust me, no one likes a sloppy drunk.” And just like that the gorgeous man was gone, stalking after a buff man at the pool tables who had curly black locks and fuck-me eyes.

Justin threw some cash down on the bar and stumbled out of Woody’s. He didn’t want to admit the man had been right, so instead, he stewed in indignation at the nerve of a complete stranger telling the bartender to cut him off. His stewing took him all the way back to his apartment. With a sigh and some fumbling, he managed to unlock his door and step inside.

Justin threw his keys in the dish on his kitchen counter, saw his answering machine was flashing a red 3, and pushed the button to let them play. He crossed to his refrigerator to grab a bottle of water before he stumbled to his couch and plopped down.

Hey Justin. I know today is hard. I’m getting worried about you. You haven’t called me to meet up for coffee in a long time. David and I would love to have you over for dinner sometime. We have big news. Love you. Call me back. Please.

Justin felt the tears prick the back of his eyes as his best friend’s voice rang out over his one bedroom apartment. Daphne meant well, but she didn’t know Jason. How could she possibly understand?

The same way she has been there for you the last 3 years. A voice in his head replied unprompted.

The next message played, and from the first seconds, Justin knew it was Jason’s mom.

Hey, Jus. I went by to see Jason today and saw that you’d recently been there and left some flowers. It warmed my heart to know his closest friend still thinks about him. I wish you’d come by to see us. We miss you dearly. Well you take care. Congratulations on earning your CPA.

The floodgates let loose at Jason’s mom’s words. He’d known her since he was 16 and met Jason at a High School Business competition. She’d always been kind and treated Justin as one of her own. And when Jason died she never blamed him, though Justin sure did.

Justin, baby. Please call me. I don’t want you alone today.

Instead of getting up to get his phone and at least call his mom back, Justin pulled his legs up onto the couch and curled against himself to cry. It had been three years. Three years since he’d woken up in the hospital only to find out his best friend was dead. Three years of feeling responsible. Three years of drunken nights and zombie days, just going through the motions to prove he was still alive. But was he really?

In the year after Jason’s death, Justin struggled to put his life back together. He couldn’t go from graduating straight into his internship and then CPA exam. No, he had to take a gap year to relearn so much of who he was in order to be the man he was today. His mother would argue that he was doing beyond great and that he was “good as new,” but what she didn’t know and Justin has yet to tell her, Justin was simply a shell.

Jason had been the love of Justin’s life and he couldn’t even talk about it. Daphne knew he was gay, but no one else around him did, besides Ted. It allowed him to put up a wall between himself and his family, but also his coworkers. If he didn’t tell people anything deeper than what appeared on the surface he couldn’t get hurt.

~ BREAK ~

Two days later, Justin was back to staring at the check from his father. Now that he was a CPA he hardly needed financial support from his estranged father, but Justin couldn’t bring himself to fully cut himself off from the man. He was hardly what one would call father of the year, but Justin didn’t have the courage to stand up to the man.

With it being Friday, Justin was one day closer to another day of keeping to himself and ignoring the world around him. He just needed to get through the day, and avoid Ted at all costs, like he had the day before. And then he was scot free for the whole weekend, unless Daphne decided to be her usual pushy self and show up at his door.

“Glad to see you are still alive.” Ted greeted him with a crooked grin. “After you didn’t come out on Wednesday and didn’t call me I figured something terrible must’ve happened.”

“Sorry, I went home on Wednesday and fell asleep. Then when I woke up it was almost 9 and I didn’t feel like going out.” Justin refused to look at his friend and boss.

“And yesterday?” Ted wasn’t going to let things go. It frustrated Justin to no end, he much preferred Daphne who knew when to push and when to let things drop.

“Jesus, Ted! What are you my mom?” Justin suddenly let his frustration bubble to the surface, “I don’t always want to be around people.”

Ted smiled and then backed off from his questioning. “I completely get that. That’s what makes accounting so great. You can completely shut yourself off from the world.”

Justin continued working on the file at hand. He would rather focus on numbers than the turmoil rolling around in his brain. So, when Ted offered an out for the evening Justin took it.

“Tonight there’s an art opening at my friend Lindsay Peterson-Marcus’ gallery, the Sidney Bloom Gallery. I wondered if you might want to go with me?”

Justin didn’t even think, all frustration at Ted forgotten, “Yes. That would be great. I can’t believe you know the curator at the Sidney Bloom Gallery. It’s been an obsession of mine since I was a kid.”

“I met Lindsay through my friend Brian, but honestly aside from you she’s the only person I know who appreciates the arts.” Ted shrugged and then handed Justin a ticket for the night’s events. “Just meet me out front at 8 o’clock.”

“Will do.” Justin finally looked at the older man and gave him a fake smile. His heart wasn’t really in it to be a functioning member of society right now.

The anniversary of Jason took more out of him this year than he expected and knew that he probably should just go home and work through those emotions. But, the nagging voice in the back of his mind reminded him that getting out and doing typical activities he enjoyed would help him move forward faster. Not for the first time in the last few years, Justin wondered if he would ever be able to go out with friends and fully be himself, let loose, and enjoy. He wondered if he would ever fall in love again without losing his breath and panicking that Jason would be mad.

So, by 8 o’clock Justin was just parking his car up the block from Sidney Bloom Gallery. He bit his bottom lip as he walked back toward where he was to meet Ted. Going into a big group of strangers like this gave him some anxiety, but not nearly as much as it did a few years ago. As much as he liked to bemoan to his mom about therapy, it was actually helping him.

“Hey.” Justin gave a half wave and then tucked his hands into his pockets, shrugging his shoulders upward.

“Glad you could make it. I hate showing up to these things alone. Brian teases me mercilessly for it.” Ted smiled and nodded his head for Justin to follow him.

“God the way you talk, Brian must be the biggest dick known to man.” Justin smirked, already feeling grateful to be out with a friend.

“More like he thinks he’s God’s gift to Gay PA.” Ted laughed.

Once they were inside, Justin felt his grief, anxiety, and worry all float away. He truly loved being immersed in a world of art and the freedom of expression. At times his heart itched to draw and paint, but he hadn’t done either since high school. Ted handed him a flute of champagne, which Justin simply held as he looked around deciding where to start.

“Teddy!” A blonde woman came rushing over. She was gorgeous and wore a maroon sweater and tan slacks that really extenuated her figure.

“Lindsay!” Ted gave the woman a brief hug before throwing his arm out toward Justin beckoning him forward. “This is Justin. I was his mentor all last year as he prepared for his CPA.”

Just then the gorgeous man from the bar a few nights ago sauntered up and wrapped his arm around Lindsay’s shoulder and placed a kiss on her cheek.

“Not another boring stiff. Seriously, Theodore? Must you? I do believe one of you in the boring gays society is enough.”

Ted sighed and opened his mouth to respond, but Justin beat him to it.

He gave his best smile and replied, “Ah you must be Brian Kinney. I’ve heard so much about you. And I must say, you live up to every word.”

“Welcome, Justin. So glad to have someone else in the group who has Brian’s number.” Lindsay chuckled and held out her hand to shake Justin’s.

“Theodore,” Brian immediately turned toward Ted, “What exactly have you been telling this…kid?” Brian looked Justin up and down with a smirk.

Justin wanted so desperately to correct this man on his classification of “kid”, but his anxiety was starting to rise and so he swallowed the champagne in his hand in one go and casually walked away. He knew, from experience, that Ted wouldn’t judge him for this. Instead, the older man would allow Justin to have his space and then check in with him later on down the road. It’s how they always handled social outings together.

Justin didn’t actively seek public occasions with many people because the accident had caused brain damage that made reading people really hard for Justin. Therefore, his anxiety went into hyperdrive when presented with multiple faces and phrases all at once. He stuck to simple one-on-one conversations, whenever possible, and only pushed that boundary while in therapy.

“You know, when you first showed up with Theodore I thought, there is no way someone as hot as that is willingly hanging out with someone as boring and bland as him. Then, you freaked out over a simple conversation and I understood.” Brian’s voice brought Justin out of his thoughts, and he realized he’d been standing in front of Pollack styled painting for far too long.

Instead of responding to Brian, Justin moved on to the next section of artwork and acted as though the brunette wasn’t there.

“Aren’t you going to ask me what I now understand?” Brian followed him, demanding to be noticed and heard.

“I don’t particularly care. I don’t know you. Therefore your opinion of me or Ted has little bearance on my life.” Justin replied nonchalantly and without tearing his eyes from the colorful art before him.

“Wow, you use big words. Let me guess, Pittsburgh Community College,” Brian continued to goad Justin into giving him his full attention.

Justin rolled his eyes, “Dartmouth. And judging by your pompous, holier than thou attitude I would say you went to some pretentious business school such as Carnegie Mellon or Penn.”

“Oooo an Ivy Leaguer!” Brian grinned as he stepped between Justin and the art, forcing Justin to make eye contact. “What makes you think I didn’t also attend such prestige as that? Why does it have to be local?”

Justin cocked his head and smirked. “It really bothers you doesn’t it?” And then he walked off toward another area of the gallery.

Brian continued to follow him. “What bothers me?”

Justin ignored him and instead turned to discuss the painting on display with none other than Lindsay Peterson-Marcus herself. He found her knowledge and passion for art comforting. She really did love the work she was doing, and Justin found that refreshing.

“Are you an artist, Justin?” Lindsay asked, looking past Justin to smirk at Brian. Justin could feel the man's glare on his neck.

“I used to be. I haven’t picked up a brush since high school.” Justin shrugged and tucked in his lips to smile, knowing that by ignoring Brian it was eating the man alive.

“What bothers me?” Brian asked again, cutting off Lindsay’s reply.

Lindsay gave Brian a searing look and continued, “We never stop being artists. No matter how much time has passed. If you want to paint, who’s stopping you.”

Justin thought about her words as she squeezed his shoulder and moved on to the next patron. He bit the left corner of his bottom lip and continued to contemplate the artist’s work before him. The mix of blues, purples, and grays made him think of the swirling grief that lived within him, always pulling him just below the surface.

“It bothers you that I don’t give a fuck about you,” Justin replied to Brian, who was still standing there waiting for him. Then he deposited his empty flute on the tray of a passing wait staff and walked out of the gallery into the night.

Tagging my discord pals so they can read! @winderlylandchime @lostcol and @maryp50

#queer as folk #brian kinney #justin taylor #brian x justin #fanfiction #alternate universe

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v-anrouge · 6 months

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Answer some or all, I want to know more about you 👀 that wasn’t the right emoji but oh well I’m using voice to text

Do you have freckles?

Do you drink tea or coffee? How do you take it?

What was the last song you listened to?

Do you sleep on your back, stomach or side?

Do you sleep with a stuffed animal?

Do you prefer drawing or writing?

What’s your ideal number of blankets to sleep with?

What’s your favorite band/artist?

When is your birthday?

How tall are you?

What color are your eyes?

Who are five (or more) people you want to hug right now?

Fears?

What’s your favorite color?

What’s your favorite season?

Want any tattoos? What of?

Want any piercings? Where?

Who is the last person you texted?

Do you have a best friend? How long have you been friends?

What/who do you miss?

How was your day today?

How much sleep did you get last night?

Do you believe in aliens?

When was the last time you cried? Why?

What’s your favorite decade?

What are some seemingly childish things you like?

What’s your favorite book? Or just one you’ve read a few times?

How are you, really?

Does it take you a long time to make decisions?

What are you looking forward to in the near future?

What are you looking forward to in the distant future?

If you could go anywhere right now, where would you go?

Do you sleep with your door open or closed?

What’s your favorite flower?

Do you currently have a squish?

Do you like your middle name?

Do you prefer dogs or cats?

Do you have any phobias?

Do you stay up late?

Do you like the beach? Do you prefer it sunny or cloudy?

What’s your favorite cartoon?

Tag 5 of your favorite blogs

Do you have siblings? How many?

Who was the last person you said “I love you” to?

Is there anyone you would die for?

What do you need when you’re sad?

Have you memorized your phone number?

Who’s someone you can trust with your life?

What does your last text say?

Wild Card. Any question, ask away.

1- actually yeah but theyre super super super light so u can barely see them

2- coffee, i hate tea. i drink it with milk and sugar

3- more KDA

4- side, shrimping

5- yes:3 rook vil and my childhood plush

6- drawing

7- one, and it has to be thin

8- DONT DO THID TO ME I CANT DECIDE

9- june 19

10- 5'3 💀

11- very dark brown

12- all my mooties

13- abandonment, forests, insects, worm like things, heaven, dogs

14- blue and purple

15- winter 100%

16- yes! maybe of a deer, not realistic tho

17- i want all my piercings back my mom made me take them off so now im only left w my bites and the cheek ones😔

18- my mother

19- my lesbian irl :3 like two years?

20- peace

21- okay-ish

22- like 4 or 5?

23- i don't care for them

24- like 1 hour ago, obey me 💀

25- i don't think there are decades to be celebrated humans are evil in all of them

26- cute things, children movies and cartoons, they make me happy

27- i haven't read in LONG because books in brazil are way more expensive than i can afford

28- okay i think

29- yes😭

30- getting a job that i actually like

31- moving with my irl

32- to my irl's house :3

33- locked shut

34- oleanders!

35- nope

36- HATE IT

37- CATSSS

38- insects, worm like things..i think that's it?

39- yeah💀

40- no, but also yes, i dislike beaches because in there's always those fucking sand dollars , i prefer it sunny because the water is cold

41- GUMBALL!!!

42- I CANT I DON'T WANT TO MAKE ANYONE SAD FOR NOT BEING HERE

43- two older brothers

44- my irl

45- my irl...

46- distract myself and talk to people i like (usually my irl)

47- no i havent 😭

48- my irl <3

49- it's a fight between me and my mom id rather not, sorry

50- I have absolutely no idea what to ask tbh😭 uhmm i guess id like to ask why so many ppl like me

#✎ ⇣‧₊˚ 【asks #ৎ୭ ⇣‧₊˚ 【stinks #♡ᭂ ⇣‧₊˚ 【 caspian

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friberchi · 8 months

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OC meme

Tagged by @galedekarios ♡

name: Eadgar (Just Eadgar because I’m terrible for surnames… he gets Dekarios later ♡)

I have always liked the name “Edgar” so I just add an extra “a” because sometimes I’m extra.

nickname: None! I have a friend that calls him “Ed” which is fine, though!

gender: Male (trans)

star sign: Pieces

height: 192cm

orientation: bi

race: tiefling

romancing: Gale

fave fruit: oranges, berries and pomegranates! He likes bittersweet flavors.

fave season: Summer.

Eadgar enjoys clear skies and sunny days. What he likes the most about summer are the hotter nights, since he likes going out at that time. Spring is a close second. He doesn’t necessarily dislike cold weathers though… He’s a cool kind of guy. "Every day is a good day, and when it isn't, you should sleep and start over." - Eadgar, probably.

fave flower: Sunflowers!

fave scent: Salty sea breeze, wet earth, oranges and fresh done coffee.

coffee, tea or hot chocolate: Coffee! Hot chocolate, too. I guess he wouldn't like tea.

average sleep hours: Hmm, I’d say six or eight, or even ten, if it’s cold. He enjoys being in bed. (Maybe twelve if you make it a challenge.)

dogs or cats: Dogs! 100% dog person. But he likes cats too. (I compare his personality a lot to dogs though… haha.)

dream trip: After the game… Hm anywhere! I imagine he and Gale would plan a lot of trips on their free time or vacations.

amount of blankets: One when it’s hot (?) five when it’s winter? I don’t know! But a blanket is always welcome!

random fact(s):

- He used to be a paladin, joining an order with his younger brother Demitri (and the only reason he joined was to support his brother). Demitri died, along with other friends, and Eadgar sought revenge – what broke his oath (not he cared much about it). He spent some time feeling guilty, drinking a lot and kind of slowly giving up on life… Until he met a traveling circus. He traveled with them for a while. His time with them helped him finding some joy in life again, and he realized he wanted to lead a simple life in which he could make people laugh. He decided to stay in Baldur’s Gate when the circus visited there (it is not that in-game circus), and started working as a bard in the city. I think after the game, he would be a music or history/lore teacher in Waterdeep (heehee). As a teacher, I imagine he’s the friendly, funny teacher everyone loves (It's the story behind this art post I made some days ago). - He’s 35~40 at the beginning of the game. - He does NOT wish to have kids ever. He likes them, but don't see himself as a dad.

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goodness gracious 102. brb x oc -finale-

THIS FIC IS 18+ ONLY! MINORS PLS DNI!

a/n: and....it happened my sweets. WE REACHED THE END OF goodness gracious. But as you well know, this isn't the end of Bea and Rooster. I just want to thank you ALL for giving my fic a chance, thank you, thank you so much. I feel so welcome in this fandom that even my self doubt and paranoia feels stupid sometimes haha. Anyway, enjoy the smut! And be prepared for the sequel's first chapter tomorrow, I'll link it to GG's first chapter too so everyone can UHHH get used to it??!! (also yes i did cry writing this chapter WOW)

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pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: SMUT, SMUT SMUTTTT, mirror sex, why is rooster so kinky we may never know

chapters:

1/2/3/4/5/6/7/8/9/10/11/12/13/14/15/16/17/18/19/20/21/22/23/24/25/26/27/28/29/30/31/32/33/34/35/36/37/38/39/40/41/42/43/44

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65/66/67/68/69/70/71/72/73/74/75/76/77/78/79/80/81/82/83/84

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“My feet are killing me.” Beatrice says once they open the door,her fingers hooked on the back of the heels, Jolene dragging her paws behind them as she was having a hard time keeping herself awake. In fact she just shook the flower collar out of her neck before hopping on the couch and immediately falling asleep, ignoring the couple still at the door.

Beatrice smiles sweetly, turning to her now husband who was just giving her a little smile, “Well,” he looks at the threshold, “It’s tradition, isn’t it? And since your feet hurt…,” she squeaks in surprise, immediately hugging his neck when he picks her bridal style - literally - laughing as he walks them inside, gently shutting the door when he hears Jolene’s loud snoring from the couch.

She giggles as he puts her down, “Thank you,” she whispers, kissing his lips as he locks the door, “Whew, what a night.” she laughs, pulling the half bun loose to the rest of her hair falls down her back, removing the tiny flowers pinned on the strands as well. Rooster follows his wife up the stairs, loosening his tie and unbuttoning his vest as he reaches the bedroom door. He leans his shoulder against the doorframe, watching Beatrice make her way into the room, gently putting the high heels aside as she rubbed her neck.

She felt his eyes on her, turning around and smiling, “Hi,” he smiles wider in response, “How are you feeling?”

“You know when you are a kid,” he begins, “And you have an amazing birthday party, you know you are tired but you don’t feel tired?” she nods while half laughing, “I know I should be exhausted, but…I’m not that much.” he also couldn’t stop looking at her, “You look so beautiful.”

Beatrice’s cheeks turn red when he says so, her smile widening, “You look very handsome yourself,” she whispers back, “Like a real prince.”

Rooster laughs breathily, dropping his head forward before entering the room, closing the door behind him, “You know,” he begins, his eyes dropping to her thigh where he knew the garter was, ‘We never got to remove your garter.” Beatrice’s cheeks got darker, but her lower lip curled into her mouth, “We should do something about it since,” he looks at his watch, “Technically it is our honeymoon, we just aren’t in Italy yet.”

“It is a fourteen hours flight, Roos.” she whispers, but she’s leaning back a bit on the bed, one of her legs straight in front of her body, “And we’ll have to get to the airport at six, so…”

But honestly neither of them seemed too worried about it, they could always sleep at the airport or at the plane or wherever, and considering how they were looking at each other it was obvious they were thinking the same thing. Rooster smirks, locking the door without taking his eyes from hers as he approaches the bed, shrugging off his suit jacket, “I promise it’ll be an activity that will make both of us so tired we’ll reach Palermo rejuvenated.”

Beatrice chews her lower lip even more, following his tall broad frame get closer and closer, eyelids low as he kneels in front of her, she could feel his fingertips tapping the outer side of her calves, making their way over to her thighs so he could figure out where exactly the garter was. “...y-you make a very good point.”

“I knew you’d agree,Mrs.Bradshaw.” his smirk only widens and with the only light source coming from the moonlight that peeked through the curtains, it made this whole experience almost ethereal, Rooster didn’t look real - like often - but adding that now he was her husband made the whole ordeal appear unreal. Beatrice continues chewing her lower lip, his fingers trailing all the way up her thighs, pulling the tulle along so he could see it better.

Once her knee is visible, he drops a kiss there, then proceeds to make a trail of wet kisses up until he reaches the garter, his eyes immediately meeting hers as soon as his teeth bite the elastic lace, her leg lifting just enough so he could pull it out without it getting stuck. She eased out a soft sigh, her cheeks burning so brightly she looked like a ripe tomato but she couldn’t move her eyes from him even if she tried.

He looks down at the garter in his hand as soon as he pulls it off, analyzing the intricate patterns and delicate lace that made it, before he sets it aside, “I might keep it as a bookmarker.” he jokes, “So I don’t forget this night.”

“Oh, you t-think it’ll be forgetful, Roos?”

He laughs while shaking his head, “No,I think it’ll be fucking amazing,” he pushes himself to his feet, “Stand up for me, gorgeous?” she does once he steps back enough, already knowing what he planned and giving her back to him. Beatrice feels him brushing her hair to the side so he can see the zipper that kept the dress together. Memories of last year’s Halloween when he stood behind her - the very day they declared their love for each other - comes to mind and she couldn’t deny how fitting it was to think of it again, hours after their wedding ceremony.

The dress was much easier to remove than the bodysuit, she held back a surprised gasp when she felt his mustache tickling the side of her neck, with his hands sliding down her arms so the sleeves would drop faster. Beatrice’s eyes fluttered closed, her blush going down her neck to her chest, feeling goosebumps following his wandering hands.

Her chest got colder, then she felt the fabric pool at her feet, followed by the sound of her husband’s clothes rustling, she blinks her eyes open and turns around to see he’s removing his vest - his eyes are deep black because of his pupils- and Beatrice holds his hands, “Wait,” she whispers, chewing her lower lip the very second Rooster ceased his movements, “Can I?”

Usually that was his line, because he worried about her comfort, he worried about her thoughts getting too overwhelming and he just wanted her to be okay with him. The fact that Beatrice voiced those words sent chills all over her body, “Yeah.” he breathes out, watching her gently pick the dress up and set on the futon by the end of the bed as folded as she could make it.

Her undergarments were simple, yet perfect for her, with the lace and the light pink color, making the image of a fairy be even more ingrained in his brain. She returns, standing int front of him and leaning up so their lips would meet.

They’ve been kissing a lot that night, no more than usual if he was honest, but something about this kiss was different. They were husband and wife now, there’s a whole new weight that was lifted from their shoulders, the cold of her rings touching his cheek when she cups his face, keeping him there with her. It was a thank you inside a kiss, a thank you for everything from now and beyond and a promise that she’d never leave him.

It’s strange how they both can feel the same emotions just by kissing, some people say that when you find the one, your soulmate, you don’t need words. You just know it. Her smaller hands drop from his face to his shoulders, feeling his defined arms through the fabric, before she drags them forward to the middle where she starts to unbutton his shirt. They never stop kissing when she does so, in fact the kissing gets more intense than before. He pushes them forward so her back is touching the wall.

She gasps into his mouth, pushing the shirt open so he can shrug it off alongside the maroon colored tie, not caring about it as much as she was with her dress, preferring to keep his hands on her body. But Beatrice wasn’t too far behind, her smaller hands dropped from his broad shoulders to his defined chest and six pack, following the dark happy trail until she reached the edge of his dark pants.

Rooster groans into her mouth when she presses her palm against the bulge in his pants, moving his hips forward to grind against her hand. Beatrice’s lips formed a smile against his lips, hooking her thumb on the seam of his pants until she found the little button that kept it closed. Her husband just moaned again, trying to get some friction out of that but Beatrice just unbuttoned his hands and let it fall to the ground.

He kicked them aside much like the rest of his clothes, now both were only wearing their undergarments and they finally broke up for air, chest heaving and mouths flushed red. His eyes move from her face to her scarlet blush covered chest, before he picks her up by her thighs and takes them to the bed, where he hovers on top of her, his massive frame almost shielding her from the moonlight coming through, “Fuck you are so beautiful.” he whispers, following the lace on her bra and panties, focusing on the dark damp spot already forming on her panties’ crotch just from their kissing, “You get so wet for me.”

Beatrice hitches a breath, “Always.” and he had to try to control himself at how she curved her spine and stretched her arms upwards on the bed, the pose making her curves even more pronounced and making her look like an actual pinup in a WWII poster. He licks his lips, dropping his mouth back on hers, then slowly makes his way down to her neck, kissing right under her jaw exactly where he knows it’s her weak spot.

Her soft gasp in response already adds to the sexual tension, but he wants to take it slow, it’s their very first night as a married couple, he wanted it to be special just like their actual first time was. Plus, his wife looked beautiful, he wanted to admire her a little bit more.

His soft lips travel down her neck to her collarbones, then to her cleavage where he presses a kiss right in between her breasts, his hands coming up her waist until they reach her back, quickly finding the clasp and opening it one handed. He only pulls back to help her get rid of the lacy top and leave her upper body bare. No matter how many times he had seen her naked, he always had to admit Beatrice had “The most beautiful breasts I’ve ever seen.”

She laughs sweetly, dropping her arms by the sides of her head as she watches how his gaze stood still on her newly uncovered breasts, his dark briefs looking even more tented than before, “You always compliment them.”

“Listen, don’t get me wrong,” he laughs, “Nothing against the women who want to add some more but the fact that this is completely natural is…great.” her breasts bounce in reply when she laughs again, “I mean, fuck Bea.” he growls, “Everything in you is fucking beautiful.”

There were times earlier in their relationship where she couldn’t really take the compliment without feeling tears sting her eyes, but now…now she was in a completely different mindset, she didn’t doubt him anymore. She just misled serenely in response, her brown hair partially hiding her eyes as she looked up at him, “You look like a pinup, seriously,” he suddenly confesses.

Beatrice takes in his words, “Maybe that’s an idea for a future photoshoot.” she coos and Rooster’s eyes snap up to her own, hunger written in the brown irises “So you can have something to put on the F-18 when you are gone.”

“Fuck,babe.” he breathes out in amazement, kissing the outerside of her breast, “Don’t fuckin’ tease me like that.” but Beatrice laughed a bit more, just in time for his mouth to fall on her nipple and the hand not holding himself upwards travels down to her panties, tugging at the elastic enough so he could slide his hand inside. Beatrice’s quiet moans were music to his ears, a whole concert if he was being honest.

She was so vocal for someone so shy and nervous, it really meant that she felt comfortable with him to let loose and that was honestly the best part of all this: she trusted him wholeheartedly. It took a while for her to break those scared walls that surrounded her but now that she did there wasn’t anything else holding her back. Her moaning got louder when his teeth gently nip her nipple, just a gentle bite but enough to make the brunette arch her back in response.

Two fingers moved back and forth inside her panties, against her outer lips and clit, not entering yet , just rubbing her soft center and feeling the fluids sticking to his digits even more. Beatrice gasps out his name when he moves to the opposite breast, licking along the way until he reached its twin just in time to press his palm heel against her clit a bit harder, earning a sharper moan from his wife.

Beatrice’s flushed chest turned darker, the tiny freckles he noticed after so long together almost disappearing under the dark pink blush only made her even more endearing. He wanted her to have a wonderful night, he knew she desired it just as much as the way her nails clung on his shoulders and how her head was tilted back.

He pulls back from her breast, something that earns a soft gasp of surprise from Beatrice, only to press his lips to hear ear just in time to insert his index and middle finger into her. He could see her goosebumps and could hear her soft moan when he finally did so smirking against her soft skin, “You are so fuckin’ beautiful, Bea.” he coos, moving his fingers slowly at first, straddling one of her thighs in the process, “So fuckin’ beautiful.”

“B-Brad…”

“All flushed up and so wet for me.” he whispers on her skin, feeling her thighs wrap around his arm as he moves his fingers, she turns her head towards him so their eyes meet. “Fuck I love you so much.”

“I love y-you too…” she whispers, moving her hips to meet his hand, whining quietly whenever he hit that special spot inside of her. “Roos…” but he’s not speeding up, in fact, he is pulling out, “W-What–”

“It’s our first night as a married couple babe,” he whispers a bit out of breath himself, “It’s going to be fuckin’ special, gorgeous.” he once again looks down at her body, pulling the panties down her legs and letting them flop to the floor before he moves to his own dark briefs, rolling them down his thick thighs until nothing else has him covered.

Beatrice bites her lower lip, he was all sharp lines and firm muscles, she couldn’t help but always admire him, “What do you have in mind?” she wasn’t even mad he stopped, too curious to know what he was planning. Her husband smirked, the corner of his lip lifted as he grabbed her by the hips,pulling her closer to the edge of the bed until he could grab both of her ass cheeks.

She knew he was strong, he had proven that time and time again, but it always surprised her when he picked her up. She squeaks out a laugh, holding on his neck out of habit even though she knew he wouldn’t let her fall, “Funny you asked.” he says quietly, flipping them around so he’s the one lying on the bed instead, “Because at the wedding you, besides looking like a fucking fairy princess,.” Beatrice bites her lip with a smile “You looked fucking sexy and it made me wonder if we could have a quickie before the reception.”

She gasped with her eyes wide,”Bradley Nicholas, you didn’t.” he nods without any shame on his face, rubbing her legs from hip to knee, “And is that your plan now?”

“I don’t plan on being quick.”

“Of course not.” she smiles, chewing her lower lip again before she speaks, “...Roos, you do know I stopped the birth control shots,right?”

His hands still on the curve of her hip, his eyes meeting hers immediately and his smile slowly faltering. He completely forgot she stopped the birth control shots - they weren’t able to do much since they were so busy with the wedding. And for a second, for a brief yet intense second, the idea that now they could have a child whenever they made love did something to him.

He wasn’t a guy who was turned on by the idea of popping children left and right, but he did enjoy the image of Beatrice carrying a baby - their baby. Just the very thought was already making the hairs on his arms stand on end and he had no idea how to react to that. He couldn’t explain, maybe it was how raw that thought was, it was something they talked about before obviously but now knowing that they were going to actually be able to do it was messing with him. “...fuck.”

“Roos?”

“I forgot,” he inhales deeply, “I forgot you stopped.”

“Well, you suggested it–”

“No,no I know baby.” he didn’t want her to think he was backing out suddenly, “But…shit…I don’t know, it’s kinda hot, you know?” he laughs almost out of breath, the hands on her hips digging just enough, “Fuck it is more than kinda hot, it’s really hot.”

Beatrice looks down at her husband in surprise, “Rooster…is that a kink I’m suddenly discovering?”

“Fuck,I have no idea.” he confesses, looking so intensely into Beatrice’s eyes that the brunette’s head recoil back in surprise, “But I kinda wanna find out.” he,however, seemed to be reconsidering their location, looking around before his eyes stop at the bathroom, more specifically the bathroom’s mirror. He wastes no time in picking her up and standing, rushing to take the two of them to the bathroom, turning her around so she sees her reflection in the mirror.

Beatrice couldn’t even figure out at first where they were until she saw her reflection, and his in the mirror. She panicked for a minute, almost ready to run away when the light on the mirror’s edge turned on automatically, illuminating the small area both of them were,giving the two of them a yellowish glow

She feels and sees his mouth pressing open kisses on the side of her neck, pushing her forward enough that she has to support herself against the sink, half open eyes following his wandering hands as he slides them down her waist, “Is this okay?” he asks quietly on her throat.

If this was months ago she’d beg him to go back to the bedroom, where it’s safe and dark and she couldn’t see herself…but the panic she felt before dissipated the more she felt his hands on her body, the more she felt how much he was turned on, the more she remembered how many times they did this just not where they could either see like that, “Yes.” she whispers, “I-It’s fine.”

Rooster eases out a sigh, dropping his forehead on the curve of her shoulder as he takes the words in. He lifts his head enough to meet her gaze on the mirror, wrapping one of his arms around her waist to pull her flush against him while the other disappears behind her to align himself to her entrance, gently pushing forward until he hilted inside. The second it happened, the moan that broke from both of them was loud enough to probably shake the windows.

Beatrice’s head tumbles forward, her hair covering most of her face as she tries to hold herself back, feeling the hand that wasn’t holding her waist slide all the way up her stomach until it reached one of her breasts, keeping it in his palm as he moved. Beatrice whimpers, the hands on the sink clenched into fists and her back was straight as a rod, he wasn’t moving fast yet, no he was keeping his movements slow and patient, he was dragging along, he just wanted to take things a bit slow tonight.

She could feel him everywhere, not only inside of her, he was such a big presence that she felt surrounded by him, “Brad…G-God…” she still has her head tumbled forward, which to him couldn’t be done.

He wasn’t going to tug her hair and push her back, instead he combed her hair to the side and pressed kisses up the curve of her shoulder to her ear, “Look up baby,look up…” he says in breathy whispers as Beatrice whines again, slowly lifting her head with her hair still in front of her eyes. Bradley combed the long brown strands back so her vision wasn’t obstructed by it.

Beatrice, once her gaze sharpened on what she was seeing, felt her body shudder upon seeing their reflection together, his face right next to hers with his lips on her cheek but his eyes meeting her own, “Fuck, look at you,” he whispers, moving his hips in a wave like motion against her behind something she appreciated a lot considering the moan that came out of her mouth, “Fuckin’ beautiful thing you are, can’t fuckin’ get enough of you.”

His words, added to the reflection, was doing something to her. Usually he didn’t have to do much because,well, it was Rooster. He could make eating cereal be sexy - which happened before - he didn’t have to do much to drive her crazy, “R-Roos…” she whispered, her eyes barely open but still looking at them. She whimpers, her own hand topping his own on her breast to keep it there, her hips moving back to meet his thrusts.

“Yeah, baby?” his deep voice replies on her ear, “What do you need?”

“I-I…”

“Huh? Do you want me to fuck you faster?” she whimpers and her channel clenches, “Do you want me to make you bend over this sink, huh? Is that what you want?” she couldn’t reply, too busy moaning quietly, but the way her hips were meeting his - the plush of her ass meeting his navel - was already enough. “Keep your eyes on me.”

Her pupils dilated this time, “Y-Yes, Lieutenant.” he could see how the corner of her mouth lifted with amusement but he couldn’t deny how sexy her voice sounded whenever she said anything. Bradley drops his head to her shoulder, lips to her jawline and now wraps both of his arms around her waist, his thrusts speeding up just enough to make another gasp leave her mouth, a gasp that eventually turns into a broken moan.

Bradley just kept his eyes on her, on how her breasts bounced, on how her head tilted back when she moaned, on how her hair was starting to stick to her skin, “Eyes on me.” he repeats and she immediately meets his eyes through the mirror, “Good, very good recruit.” he coos, “You like when I fuck you like this,don’t you?”

“Y-Yes.”

“Yes,what?”

“Y-Yes,s-s-sir.”

His hips speed up a bit more, the sound of skin slapping echoing in their bathroom, “Fucking delicious thing you are, taking me so well aren’t you? Such a nice tight pretty pussy,” his hand swoops down to slap her ass and in turn makes a loud yelp break out of her, “That just is dripping, fuck Bea.” he drops the lieutenant role to bury his face on her neck, “Fuck,baby I love you so much.”

“I love you too Brad…” she whimpers, turning to face his head on her shoulder, a delirious smile on her face but heart on her eyes as their gazes meet, “I love you too..I love you too…” so much happened in one year that neither of them could even explain how it worked. They met each other, dated,moved in together and got married all within a year.

Some people would call that crazy, some people wouldn’t understand how it was possible for these two people to find each other and decide to get so much done. “Bea…” he whispers, with his hips moving with more force and speed, enough to push her forward - her hands sliding until they reached some of the hygienic products on the sink, eventually dropping everything upon contact - their faces now much closer to the mirror, enough to fog the glass.

But the crazy thing is, when you find your person, you just know. “Brad–” she tosses her head back over his shoulder, one of her hands coming up to run her nails on his nape, “Roos, I’m going to cum, please!!”

“Fuck baby, you can cum,” he gasps, his hips hitting her cheeks with enough force to redden them even more, “Cum for me, gorgeous, just cum all over me, baby don’t–” she screams before he finishes the sentence, the hand on his nape goes a bit higher to tug the longest strands of brownish blonde hair but not with enough force to rip them off. His name leaves her lips when she does orgasm, the soft high pitched noises that follow only add up to his own release approaching.

He isn’t going to last long, he hugs her tighter against him, both of them perspiring enough for their bodies to become slick. He feels the tension snapping and his thrusts turn choppy as a deep - almost guttural - groan escapes from his throat, being muffled by her hair when he drops his face on top of it, clenching his eyes and brows, her smaller hand rubbing his arm soothingly as he tries to control his breathing with his hips still moving forward.

After a while there’s only their heavy breathing, nothing more. But the silence isn’t bad, in fact, the silence is very welcome because what soon follows is her quiet giggle, something that makes the pilot lift his head from her shoulder and look at her in question, “...You aren’t wrong, we’ll both be reach Palermo pretty rejuvenated.” he blinks at her words, before his own laughter comes out to join hers, their foreheads touching and smiles bright as they keep close together.

The laughter dies down, but the smiles don’t. Beatrice’s hand drops from his hair to gently caress his face, “Thank you.”

“For what, baby?”

Her eyes shine with unshed tears, “...for loving me.” it was so quiet, albeit so sincere that Rooster himself wasn’t expecting it. But he did wipe the one tear that rolled down her face before it fell to the sink.

“I’d love you even if we never met.” he says just as sincerely, smiling when her soft laugh greets his ears, ‘...maybe we should take a bath, huh? Get squeaky clean for our honeymoon.”

‘You just want to have bathtub sex.” she jokes, but her husband pauses, giving her a look.

“Well,I wasn’t…but now I got an idea.”

#bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x oc #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw x reader

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Distances in AoT

Or: Yams has no idea of geography and the relationship between distance and travel times in AOT makes no sense.

PART THREE: CASE STUDIES

Part 1 Part 2

There are a lot of rides and expeditions in the story that may or may not look like insta-travel, but we really can’t tell because we’re not shown or informed of the travel times.

So I’m going to focus in the two instances that we do have enough info to infer the time spent getting from A to B: The holding of Utgard Castle and the expedition to retake Wall Maria. I’m going to do it in reverse order, too, because I, like Levi, like to save the best for last.

Return to Shiganshina

The SC leave Trost as the sun sets, aiming to cover the 100 km that separate them from Wall Maria during night time, when titans are typically inactive. The idea that travelling by night “might allow” the SC to make it to Shiganshina before dawn was first proposed by Armin in chapter 37, “even if we cannot get there at full speed.”

The RtS expedition takes place only 3 months after the cadets graduation (Connie, chapter 72). We know the winters are harsh in Paradis (chapter 40) and in all the things that went down during that time we haven’t seen any snow or very heavy clothes, so it’s safe to assume that the main action took place during the summer, and the RtS events happen somewhere from late summer to mid-fall. That means 12-16 hours of night-time (fun fact: day and night duration through the year is very similar in Tokyo and in Nördlingen).

It is stated in chapter 9.5 that, during the 5 years since the fall of Wall Maria the SC has stationed supplies in the lands between this and Wall Rose¹, but this supply chain would likely be just storage of goods, horse tack and food and tinned food; there would be no change of horses as these would need the stations to be manned and this is titan territory. Each soldier needs to ride the same horse all the way. And we know the terrain wasn’t flat and that they didn’t even ride the whole time:

So we’re supposed to believe that a group of 100 people covered 100 km on horseback in 12–16 hours, at night. It’s not entirely in the realm of impossibility—if we take that expedition as an endurance race and assume horses have been trained and prepared as for one—but it is a big stretch and a huge gamble if any of the horses becomes unable to go on. Remember, both horses and riders need to stop for food, water, toilet and rest. And if you’ve ever been on holidays with a group, you know that the bigger the group, the longer it takes to do anything.

Still, taking into account all we’ve seen, and with all the assumptions and supositions skewing to the most favourable scenarios, I could give this one a pass.

Utgard Castle

This is all taken from Manga Chapters 35-40, in case you want to read along. A quick summary of the story:

Most of the 104th are isolated in a safehouse near wall Rose under the ward of veteran soldiers, pending investigation on their affiliation, or not, with the female titan. Meanwhile, Zeke transforms the people of Ragako Village into titans. When these are first spotted “500 m south” of the safehouse’s tower, they ofc don’t know about Zeke, so they assume the wall has been breached.

An urgent dispatch (Thomas) is sent with the news to Stohess where Erwin is dealing with the aftermath of Annie SNAFU. At the same time, cadets and veterans split into groups to go alert the people in neighbouring villages so they can evacuate.

The South team does a clockwise sweep of the area, passing by Ragako (where Reiner totally tells Connie that that titan’s not his mum) and then riding along the wall looking for the breach². At night, they meet the West team, who did a similar sweep but counterclockwise.

They take refuge in Utgard Castle, very close to the wall—The soldiers spot it clearly from the wall, at night, so I’m guessing 500 m tops. It is also supposed to be more or less midway between Trost and Klorva. The safehouse is probably somewhere between Ragako and Utgard. Titans attack, and they hold the castle all night until Hange’s squad arrive at dawn and rescue them.

Because Yams had the great idea of putting timestamps in all these developments, this is where things get... interesting. And by interesting, I mean incoherent.

I’ve adapted my previous wall map showing the places and shortest possible routes in this arc. We don’t know the exact location of any of the relevant places, so while I had to eyeball it, I assure you it’s less eyeballing than Yams did. Kind reminder, too, that IRL, actual travel distance would be at least 10–20% longer than the straight line distances used here.

Assuming Utgard is at the midpoint between Trost and Krolva, that would put it about 290 km in a straight line to Trost, and a similar distance to Ehrmich. Assuming Ragako is more or less in the midpoint between those two, that would make it about 140-150 km away from both Trost and Ehrmich. The safehouse from where the dispatch departs is supposed to be somewhere between Ragako and Utgard (orange area). So it could be anything from 140 to 250 km to Ehrmich—Thomas’ first stop. I’m going to pick 150 because it’s a nice round number.

Thomas leaves as soon as the titans are sighted. It takes him 8 hours to arrive to Ehrmich... and he arrives in Stohess 4 hours after that. I’ll let you look at the map above and let that sink in. I could say “I rest my case, your honour” and end this report here as we mourn geometry together.

The 8 hours to Ehrmich are already a huge stretch. As we’ve seen in the previous section, the Pony Express could cover only 100 km in that time (I’m going to be gracious and assume the roads between the town nearest to the safehouse and Stohess are as well equipped as the PE was.)

But then we’re told it took Thomas only 4 hours to ride the 352 km between Ehrmich and Stohess. On horseback. That’s basically what it takes nowadays by car, on the highway.

But it gets better! (and by better I mean worse). After Thomas gets to Stohess, EMA, Hange, Levi, and pastor Nick travel in a 2-horse carriage (driven by Moblit) to Ehrmich... Where they arrive 4 hours later. So we’re expected to believe that in a mere span of 4 hours, a decision was made, people was gathered, a carriage was tacked and loaded, and 7 people on said carriage covered a distance of 352 km.

From there, EMA, Hange and Moblit continue to Utgard (another 290 km) on horseback, where they get 3-4 hours later, just in time to save their comrades. Half of what it took Thomas. 1/6 of what it would have taken the Pony Express. And since the people between Utgard and Ehrmich would have likely evacuated, there might be fewer to no chances of changing horses along the way.

So either the horses of the SC possess the magical power of moving at plot speed anytime, or Yams does not even know what size he made his world, or he doesn’t give af.

Or all of the above.

FINAL THOUGHTS

I know AoT is “just a story”, like many others, and that not everything has to check out exactly to the real world. But while AoT has some supernatural and steampunk elements, these are framed in a world so heavily inspired in our own that it’s not a stretch to expect everything but the VM gear to behave according to basic geometry and physics rules.

In that sense, I believe Yams made a mistake in assigning exact sizes to the walls without taking the time to calculate how big a world would that really result in, or how long does travel take without our modern machines, or without giving a fuck that his numbers made no sense. But while he may not care about the numbers, and many reader also won’t care, some will, and call him out for it. And I’m not talking about splitting hairs, I’m talking miscalculations the size of Texas. So it really baffles me that none of his editors or publishers seem to have given a shit about it either. So much for the stereotype of Asians being good at math.

I understand AoT was a serialised manga, so maybe when you realise you’ve fucked up in chapter 2, that’s in last year magazine, but things like the wall size and how many hours it takes to go from A to B could have been easily fixed or retconned in any of the collection manga books (tankobon, omnibus, colossal) and/or the anime adaptation.

The ridiculously big size of the Walls also means that all the talk about people being cramped inside wall Rose after the fall of Wall Maria and needing to “cull” some of the refugees makes no sense whatsoever. Also, there are two or three simple solutions that Yams and his editors might have used to solve the problems that the wall size create. I might address some or all of that in another post (I need to crunch more numbers). One blunder at a time.

I guess what bugs me more about this kind of stuff is the realization that a work published traditionally, one that makes enough money to maintain a whole team of editors (both artistic and commercial) behind, turns out to be more poorly researched than many a fanfiction that someone wrote just for fun in the scarce free time their actual job, studies and/or household leave them.

Notes:

¹ I would interpret this as rather a re-establishment of supplies, as it makes no sense that there wasn’t such a set up before, at least between the main districts and towns.

² I’m going to ignore the fact that, despite both saying their villages are “nearby”, Sasha and Connie only reach them 5 and 9 hours after the sighting, as their mission was to warn all villages in the area, so they didn’t go straight home. Even with that, the area covered would mean their horses are supersonic lol.

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #aot meta

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memories — jake sim

y/n has always been faced with many hard decisions in his life, but he swore to never leave jake’s side, and he’s going to fulfill that promise even if it kills him.

tags :: jake sim x m!reader , requested!! , jake is only passed out in the beginning , the enhypen members are also here , a lot of writing and some dialogue, reader has mixed feelings , he’s in love with jake but doesn’t realize it till the end

6:35 pm.

y/n listens to the beeping of hospital machines, his eyes staring at the hospital bed before him. his hands reach over to hold jake’s. he almost felt tears brim in his eyes when he realized that the male couldn’t hold his hand back.

he’d been here for 6 hours, just staring at jake who didn’t move one bit. he could see the sympathetic looks of the doctors and nurses whenever they walked in, he knows he should’ve left left a long time ago, the company said it wasn’t healthy for him to just sit and stare at jake for hours on end.

well, fuck belift, they were the reason jake was in this state in the first place.

“hyung” jungwon calls from the door, but the older doesn’t budge he just stares. “we have to go home, it’s been six hours”.

“i’m not leaving”.

jungwon sighs in defeat. the male completely disregarded whatever he’d said before, his eyes puffy from all the crying he’d been doing the previous hours. “please, you can’t just—“

“i’m not going home, jungwon” he retorts. “just tell everyone else i’ll be home tomorrow”.

jungwon clearly doesn’t want that, but he can’t find the words to argue with him. he just sighs once more. “okay” he whispers, closing the door behind him.

y/n continues staring at jake, the male looked practically lifeless. he was pale, with bandages covering his head, and there was no sign of any movement in his body.

“why you? out of all people?”

why did jake sim have to suffer like this?

10:40 pm.

“if this unconsciousness is to continue, mr. sim may lose his memory”.

y/n heaves a shaky sigh, the words replaying in his mind over and over again. memory loss? what if jake were to forget him, forget enhypen, forget enhypen? the thought of that made him feel horrible.

if jake did forget him.. how would he even take the news?

y/n stares, the miserableness in his eyes so clear you could see your reflection through it. he blinks away any tears that he could feel forming.

i’ve already cried too many times today.

he sighs again, hands tightening around jake’s. still unmoving.

he stares, just.. staring.

he wants jake to do something, anything, even a move of his finger would give him at least some hope. his eyes start getting heavy, and he closes them momentarily, head falling.

that’s until, he feels jake’s hand move.

y/n jolts up, his eyes opening. his hand was still clasped around jake’s, and then the boys hand moved once again. “jake..?” he asks, he couldn’t even yell because of how low his voice had gotten. “are you awake?”

“ouch..” he murmurs, and y/n tightens his grip around his hand again. jake’s eyes flutter open, he moves the hand that isn’t holding y/n’s to touch his head, wincing.

“jake” y/n starts. “are you okay?”

jake blinks, his eyes searching the room for a moment. “yeah, just a bad headache”.

y/n assumed that jake’s memory was fine, since he wasn’t acting confused, but he wanted to be sure. “do you remember anything?”

jake looks at him like he’s crazy. “yeah.. i fell onto the hard ground during practice”.

y/n let’s put a sigh of relief. thank god, he didn’t lose his memory, good. “okay, that’s good! you didn’t forget anything..”

jake blinks, sitting up straight. he stares at y/n, who feels nervous with the now intense gaze on him. he squints, tilting his head. “why are your eyes red?”

y/n’s eyes go wide, and he tries to avoid jake’s burning gaze. “i… uh— i’ve been here too long”.

bold faced lie.

jake snorts. “yeah, sure n/n”.

y/n scoffs, letting go of his hand. “shut up! i’ve been here the whole week”.

jake reaches back for his hand, holding it. “no don’t go, stay”.

y/n hates the fact that he can’t say no to jake, he just has those convincing eyes that make you want to say yes, and never no. not like he’d say no anyway.

“where’s everyone else?” jake asks.

y/n looks to the door. “oh, they’re right outside, they’ve been super worried about you”.

“not as worried as you, i assume”.

y/n looks at him, eyes droopy. “no, they were all equally as worried, i just… couldn’t stand seeing you unconscious so i stayed with you”.

jake stares back, a small smile coming to his face. he turns a bright shade of red, though he’s sure y/n didn’t notice (he hoped). “thank you”.

y/n nods, and he suddenly felt himself getting emotional at the sight of jake being okay.

i could’ve lost him…

he felt himself get teary eyed, and he moves forward to hug jake. he rests his head on the males shoulder, jake is evidently surprised by the action, but he just decides to hug him back.

“don’t ever try to leave me again” he mumbles into his shoulder.

jake laughs, hugging him back.

god, i’m so in love with this boy.

“jake, for the love of god, eat”.

once jake had decided to wake up, he thought that being a menace was the best way to go. “i swear to god jake sim of you don’t eat—“

“you can’t make me” jake crosses his arms and pouts like a little kid. “hospital food is gross”.

y/n sighs. he had a backup plan for this, he looks over at his bag and takes out a bowl of ramyeon, he knew jake couldn’t resist. “you don’t have to eat hospital food, then, yun”.

jake’s eyes light up, and he grabs the bowl. “yay! thank you, n/n!” he exclaims.

y/n smiled, glad that jake could now eat happily. “no problem, just eat” he whispers, leaning back in his chair.

jake chews while staring at him. how could he just sit there and be so pretty? all the male was doing was using his phone, sitting there, yet jake found his beauty so hypnotizing that he couldn’t stop staring.

y/n looks up, noticing how jake was eating and looking at him at the same time. “are you okay? is the food not good—“

“no it’s fine!” jake quickly replies. “i was just… zoning out” he lies, y/n tilts his head confusion, but doesn’t question it.

jake just smiles to himself.

i’ll tell him later.

i’m sure of it.

AUTHORS NOTE — first request woah??? i hope the asker likes this cause it feels a little rushed and bad, apologies!!!!

#jake sim #enhypen jake #enhypen #kpop imagines #kpop fluff #fluff #mlm #jake sim x reader #enhypen 8th member #angst at the beginning

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