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[onlykiwi]

ok king! serve in your big jacket!!

[fictionfordays]

Parked

The gif search function would not load any of Ran!!! So I found this gif on Google Images, credit to the gif maker! So sorry :'(

(21+) Ran Haitani x Fem!Reader

CW: piv, riding, car sex, pet names (baby, sweet thing, good girl, pretty girl), begging, Ran is a tease but also kinda romantic, softdom!Ran ig, lil hair pulling

WC: <1k

A/N: The brainrot is so fr rn like 😵‍💫🫠 I. Can. Not. Function. Also as a side note: idk do we like the divider right here to separate the Masterlist links or nah???

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The air feels hot, a stark contrast to the cool breeze just outside the vehicle. Between the clouds and the city lights, the stars are nowhere to be seen, the night sky seeming even darker than usual.

Of course, the foggy film forming on your car windows doesn't help that fact. The only light illuminating you being the dim lights on the radio and the parking light a couple of rows over from where you're parked in a random lot.

Memories from your dream the night prior flooded your mind, coupled with the warm hand that grasped your upper thigh as he drove to who knows where, fingers delicately digging into the meat of your leg, made your panties feel uncomfortably damp on the far too long drive.

You squeeze your legs together. He notices, of course he notices, and you see him smirk out of the corner of your eye. His slender fingers sliding their way up your cute little skirt but stopping short of where you wanted him most.

He feels you, ready to jump out of your skin desperately.

"You okay, baby?" His voice holds a teasing lilt that makes sparks run straight to your core. "You seem a little... on edge~"

You slowly spread your legs a tiny bit wider, hoping that maybe he takes the hint. "'M fine..."

He knows you're not.

The air in the car changes as he begins to move his fingers again, stopping at the hem of your poor wet panties.

"Good girls use their words." A statement. No, a demand. You take in a shaky breath, pulling your skirt up just a little bit higher, sinking just a little bit lower in your seat, hoping to subtly entice him to keep going.

He taps your thigh once... twice... thrice before tsking. He's not one to ask a second time.

"P-please, Ran. Jus' need you..." your quiet pleas fall on deaf ears. He removes his fingers from where they sat so dangerously close to where you wanted him, needed him.

The rest of the car ride is silent. Your nerves becoming restless when he's suddenly veering the car onto random dirt roads and parking in some abandoned lot.

Which is how you find yourself now, straddling his lap in the backseat of his car, moving your hips frantically to the pace he set. His fingers dig into the meat of your hips harshly as he helps you move along his thick shaft.

Your fingers thread through his long hair and tug firmly, pulling his head back enough to expose his neck to your desperate and wet kisses, nibbling along his jawline before making your way to his collarbone and biting down roughly.

A shamelessly loud moan escapes his swollen lips, "f-fuuuu... hnn you'll be the death of me, sweet thing~" his voice is raspy and quiet.

He slides one hand down from where his fingers were bruising your hip, his thumb rubbing all too slowly through your folds and catching just right on your sensitive little nub.

"Raannnn~" you moan, too quiet for his liking.

"C'mon, baby, lemme hear you," he bites your shoulder before rubbing quick, tight circles over your clit. His lavender eyes searched what he could see of your sweet face ere his other hand wrapped behind you and firmly traced up your spine. He held you close, keeping you attached as he adjusted the position. He began fucking up into you, the force of it pushing you forward so your chest was pressed against his own.

You moaned loudly this time, mouth agape and eyebrows furrowed so beautifully as he continued to hit that spongey spot inside of you. Your warm, wet walls fluttering around his length as he held you close. Your legs began to tremble as his thumb rubbed faster circles over your clit and his thrusts became desperate and erratic.

“That’s it, baby…” he mumbled against your damp skin.

The coil in your belly was tightening.

"G-god, you feel so fuckin’ tight," he panted against your ear. "Close, huh, pretty girl?" He teased a little, though he, too, was getting close.

“Hnn~” you hummed, breath hitching. “Feel s’ good, baby. G-g’na cum mnnnhh-” you grabbed his face, bringing your lips down to crash against his, teeth bumping in the process.

He moaned into the kiss. “G-go ahead -ahhh- and cum for me, sweet thing~” His hips began to stutter when he felt you fluttering, your warm walls squeezing around his length so tight causing him to sputter thick ropes of cum inside of you. You both moaned and whimpered against each other’s lips as you milked him for all that he’s worth. His deep groans sent shivers down your spine as you rode out your highs together.

You rested your forehead against his, your breaths hot against each other’s faces.

He kissed your nose sweetly, with a warm, mischievous smile. “We don’t have to be home any time soon…” he smiled and searched your eyes, “we got time for another round~”

You chuckled at him warmly, “Ran, you are… insufferable.”

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[sleepysnk]

welcome to team player! this is the prologue for my Eren fic! i hope you all enjoy. i worked really hard on this and i hope you all will tune in for this fic :).

Team Player: Prologue

Pairings: Eren Jaeger x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Eren being an ass

Word Count: 4.1k

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(Y/N) plopped down in a chair in her biology class. It was her first day of college, attending Trost University was one of her biggest accomplishments. She never thought she'd get accepted into such a big school, her parents were very proud of her. 

(Y/N) was a very smart student. In high school she managed to maintain a very high GPA, and a perfect report card. Her parents like to say the girl was a genius. Her passion to become a doctor motivated her to excel, causing her studies to be a number one priority. . 

Her eyes wandered up as she noticed other students arrive into the classroom. Many just sat down and put their heads down, or just went onto their phones. 

(Y/N) looked around the classroom at the Professor who was waiting for students to enter. 

The door opened and a brunette boy with short hair and green eyes, wearing the football jersey with the school’s logo, entered the classroom. He was with another guy who had lighter brown hair, he was a bit taller than the brunette, and his face was a bit long. The two seemed to be chatting with each other about something, as they were laughing as soon as they entered. 

The two boys sat down next to each other and kept talking. Realizing class hadn’t started, (Y/N) looked at her phone in boredom, the room still silent. 

"Good morning. I hope you all are having a great morning so far. I'd like to welcome you all to Biology, I hope we have a great semester together, my name is Professor Klein," he said and smiled at everyone. 

Many students stayed quiet and just stared at the Professor. The two boys in the class kept talking, which somewhat distracted (Y/N) from listening to the Professor. 

"May I ask for you both to be quiet? You're interrupting," Professor Klein said and crossed his arms at the two boys. 

The brunette looked over and nodded. "Sure.. my bad" he said and chuckled a bit. 

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, she always disliked kids like that. Constant interruption, acting like they owned the class, etc. It bothered her a lot. 

"I'm going to start off with introducing something I do every year. You all are going to be doing a project, I know it's just the beginning, but this project will show me what you know. I'm going to pair you with someone in the class, I'd rather have you all get to know each other, and this is a great opportunity for that," he explained, picking up a piece of paper. 

Many groans came from the students, even (Y/N) let out one. She always resented working with people she didn't know, she didn't know anyone in this class either, which made her situation more difficult. 

As the professor began to call names for the project, (Y/N) zoned out as she waited for her name, heart racing in anticipation, wondering who her partner would be. 

"(Y/N) (L/N) and Eren Jaeger, raise your hands please," Professor Klein said and looked up. 

(Y/N) raised her hand and looked over at the brunette boy who sat with his friend. The one who was distracting the whole class. Great, just what she needed. 

She noticed his friend snicker a bit when he saw her, she rolled her eyes and looked back up front listening to the other students whose names were being called. 

"That should be it… anyone who has any questions about the project should ask me. This won't be a grade, but you should do your best. I expect you all to work together, please work equally on this. Presentations will be on Thursday," Professor Klein explained and leaned against his desk. "You may now move and sit with your partners," he added. 

(Y/N) stood up and grabbed her bag. She secretly knew that he wasn't going to move, so she just did it herself. 

She noticed his friend left and left a spot for her to sit next to him. (Y/N) looked at Eren who was on his phone laughing about something. He looked over and noticed her standing there

"You're my partner huh?" he asked.

She sat down next to him. "Yeah.. I am," she replied and avoided his gaze. 

Eren placed his phone down on the table. "So what are we doing? I wasn't paying attention," he asked and looked at her. 

She sighed and looked towards him. "It's just a project on basic Biology. It's on the packet" she said and looked at the pieces of paper. 

He looked down at the paper and rolled his eyes. "Oh.. ew, so uh.. is this done on Google Slides or something?" he asked. 

(Y/N) looked over at him again. "Yeah it is… I'll make it and share it with you," she replied and grabbed her laptop in her bag. 

Eren looked over at Jean who was on the other side of the room talking with his partner. He laughed a bit trying to get his attention. She bit down on her tongue from saying something, annoyed by his childish behavior to grab Jean’s attention. 

"What's your email?" she asked and looked over at Eren. 

He looked back at her. "Oh.. uh, here let me put it in" he replied and grabbed her laptop. 

She sighed and watched as he typed his email into her computer. She noticed how he kept looking over at Jean across the room, she just wanted this class to be over already. 

"Here," Eren said and pushed her laptop back to her. 

(Y/N) shared the slides with Eren and sort of sat there, he wasn't even talking with her, or even making an effort to discuss the project. She knew this was going to be a problem, as much as she wanted to stay back and tell the Professor to switch her partner, she didn't want to come off as 'that' student. 

She looked over at Eren. "Can you give me your number? We should do this outside of class too," she asked and nodded. 

Eren chuckled a bit. "Oh, you want my number? Alright… here," he said and smirked as he motioned for her phone. 

She handed her phone to him and watched as he entered his number into her phone. Within seconds Eren handed it back to her with a cocky smirk on his face. 

"I don't give many girls my number, so consider yourself lucky," he said and shrugged. 

(Y/N) rolled her eyes and felt gross. Who would want to give a guy like that their number? She felt so grossed out by the situation. It made her cringe inside. 

"Where do you wanna meet up?" she asked. 

Eren looked on his phone. "Uh… I don't know. Your dorm or something? I have practice after classes, so we'll have to meet later," he replied. 

She nodded. "Okay.. just text me. I'll send you my dorm number," she said and looked at her laptop. 

He leaned back in his chair. "Alright, bet," he said and looked at Jean. 

"You're all dismissed! Have an amazing rest of your day," Professor Klein said and looked around at the students. 

(Y/N) put her stuff away and stood up. She watched Eren join with his friend, already out of the classroom. A wave of relief washed over her body when class ended, but she dreaded seeing him. She already disliked the brunette, and being his partner made things worse. 

-

Hours went by and (Y/N) was sitting on her bed in her dorm. She was expecting Eren to arrive soon, she silently prayed he didn't forget to meet with her. Considering how he didn't even pay attention to her, it could be a possibility. 

She sat on her laptop just staring at the project in front of her, Biology wasn't something she wanted to take since she already took it her freshman year of high school, but it was recommended. She wasn't sure why someone like Eren would be in a science class, he seemed more interested in sports rather than science crap. 

(Y/N) felt her phone vibrate, she grabbed her phone off the small table next to her bed. Her roommate was gone doing whatever, so she just kind of put her stuff there. She noticed the text from Eren. 

Eren: hey, uhhhh are we still linking? 

(Y/N): yeah? my dorm number is 403.

Eren: betttt, i'm omw rn. see u there ;)

(Y/N) rolled her eyes at the message. She felt a bit of relief that he still remembered to show up, she just wasn't sure how this was going to go. She hadn't hung out with a guy by herself in awhile. 

A knock came from the other side of the door, she sat up and walked over, Eren stood behind the door with his backpack. He was visibly sweating, he just came from practice. 

"Hey," Eren said. 

(Y/N) gave a small smile. "Hey.. come in" she replied and moved so he could enter. 

He looked around her dorm and placed his bag down. "Nice dorm.." he said and walked around. 

She shut the door and went to her side of the room. "Thanks.. um, you can sit here," she said and moved her things off the table near her bed. 

Eren looked on his phone and grabbed his bag, he sat down at her table and looked at her as she leaned back against the wall. 

"So uh.. I was thinking we could do the project a certain way" he said and took out his laptop. 

(Y/N) nodded. He had ideas? "How? What do you wanna do?" she asked and furrowed her brows. 

He leaned back in the chair. "Uh.. just do bullet points, it's much easier. It gets the information out," he replied and looked at her. 

She was displeased by his suggestion. Bullet points seemed too half assed, and she would rather not make a fool of herself in front of the teacher. 

"I don't know if we should do that, but let's just start with research," she said and looked down at her laptop. 

Eren furrowed his brows and just went back on his phone. (Y/N) looked at the packet for what was required for the project, it wasn't too hard. They could probably get it done within a day or two. 

(Y/N) looked up to see Eren just staring at her. Awkwardness rushed through her as she caught his eyes. 

"You're really pretty you know? I never knew pretty girls took Biology," he said and winked at her. 

She rolled her eyes and just looked down at her laptop. "Can we move on? Did you get the project?" she asked. 

Eren leaned back. "Yeah I did… but we have two days to do it. Don't rush princess," he replied and chuckled a bit. 

(Y/N) cringed as she heard that nickname come from his mouth. "Please don't call me that," she said in a serious tone. 

Eren looked at her and looked on his laptop. "Jeez.. I was just messing with you. Anyway, which slides are mine?" he asked and scrolled through the slideshow. 

She looked at him. "The one's with your initials are yours," she replied and ran a hand through her (h/c) hair. 

He nodded. "Oh… okay, shit I'm fucking stupid," he said and started laughing. 

Within the next hour, barely any progress was made. Eren’s antics began to annoy the girl, whether it be him sitting on his phone or calling her nicknames that she hated. His laziness with not working on his slides, began to light an anger in her. 

"That's funny as hell.. did you see this?" Eren asked and showed her a random video she had no care to see. 

(Y/N) looked at him. "Are you gonna do any work? That's why you're here, I don't know why you're just sitting here on your phone doing nothing," she said and crossed her arms. 

He seemed a bit surprised at her words. "Yeah I'll do something.. just relax," he said and grabbed his laptop.

She rolled her eyes. "You said that an hour ago, you realize if you don't do shit you aren't gonna get credit? That's on you, not me" she said.

Eren furrowed his brows. "Are you on your period or something? All you're doing is complaining. It's just a damn project, it isn't even worth a grade either. Judging off your slides too you're adding way too much information, just do it this way and that's it," he said. 

She scoffed. "My period? You sound so stupid right now. I rather work hard on this project to not fuck up my first year, and I'm adding information so it doesn't look half-assed like your idea" she replied. 

He rolled his eyes. "My idea is half-assed? My idea was better than yours! You're making it all extra," he said and started to raise his voice a little. 

(Y/N) had enough and stood up. "Get the fuck out." she said and pointed at the door. 

Eren looked up at her. "What? No, you asked me to help with the project so I'm here doing it," he replied. 

"I said.. get. the. fuck. out." she said. "I'm not gonna ask again! Leave." she added and pointed at the door again. 

He slammed his laptop and grabbed it, shoving it into his bag. "Fine, bye then" he said and walked out giving her the middle finger. 

(Y/N) slammed the door to her dorm, and sat back down on her bed. She rubbed her temples in frustration at what just happened, he really was an asshole. She absolutely hated guys like Eren, they act all cool and better than everyone else, but they're really just idiots who are actually stupid. 

She lied down on her bed and shut her laptop, she was too frustrated to even look at it. She silently prayed that Eren would just do his part, and get it over with. 

-

The next day Eren was in a horrible mood. Everything that happened the night before left him mad at (Y/N). He even ranted to his roommate Armin about it, claiming she was being a total "bitch" for no reason. Of course, his roommate just sat there and listened. Secretly knowing that it was kind of his fault. 

Eren came into Biology the next morning and saw (Y/N) sitting in her seat. She was on her phone, not seeming to be paying attention to anything. 

Jean sat in their usual spot. "Hey! You finally made it" he said and looked at him. 

Eren placed his stuff down and sighed. "I'm fucking tired… I should have just skipped, but Armin makes so much damn noise" he replied and looked on his phone. 

Jean nodded and leaned back in his chair. "How did it go with your partner yesterday? She gave you some of that?" he asked and winked. 

Eren looked over and scoffed. "No.. she was a total bitch though. She got pissed at me for not working.. then she got all mad and told me to leave her dorm," he replied. 

Jean furrowed his brows and looked over at (Y/N), she was still on her phone. "Damn.. you know.. you should get back at her for that," he said and smirked. 

He seemed genuinely confused on what he meant. Eren was always in for messing with people, like the time during summer camp he stole the towels, and Reiner had to walk out butt-naked in the hallway. 

"How?" Eren asked intrigued by what Jean had to say. 

He chuckled. "Fuck up the project, embarrass the fuck out of her. She seems to be a really smart student, plus it wouldn't even fuck up your grade. Just do it, it would be so funny" Jean explained. 

Eren felt a devilish smirk grow onto his face. "Say less… don't say anything though. I'm gonna act like I'm doing shit, then change it later tonight," he said and laughed a bit. 

Jean laughed and tapped his arm. "I'll keep quiet," he said and looked towards the front as the Professor began to speak. 

"I hope you all had an amazing day yesterday. I know being in University is scary, but I believe you all will get comfortable soon. Your projects are due tomorrow, and presentations will begin tomorrow as well, make use of your time! I can't wait to see them, you may move with your partners," Professor Klein said and smiled. 

Jean stood up and winked at Eren as he went to sit with his own partner. His eyes wandered to (Y/N) who was still sitting in her spot. He figured she was still mad about yesterday, so he decided to just go sit next to her. 

He came in her spot and plopped his stuff on the ground. "Hey," he said and looked at her. 

(Y/N) didn't respond and just stared at her laptop, she was typing in the slideshow. "Hello?" Eren asked and snapped his fingers in her face.

She tapped her Airpod and removed it. "Huh? What do you want?" she asked and furrowed her brows. 

He sighed. "I'm here to work with you..? At least let me do my part, my bad about yesterday," he said and looked at her. 

(Y/N) shrugged and looked back at her laptop. "Just finish your part and get it over with… I just want this project to be done," she replied and put her Airpod back in. 

Eren looked at the slideshow and tried his best to make his work similar to (Y/N)'s, it would at least put her at ease. He'd wait until midnight to mess it up, he figured he'd put some kind of meme to play, and that would do it. 

The class time seemed to fly by and Professor Klein dismissed everyone for the day. 

"You actually did some good work today," (Y/N) said and looked at Eren as she packed up her things. 

He chuckled. "Thank you… you should have believed in me," he said and slung his backpack over his shoulder. "See you later" he added and exited the classroom. 

(Y/N) felt at ease knowing that the project was going smoothly, maybe something clicked in his brain. She walked out of the class not knowing what was about to go down tomorrow. 

-

Time seemed to fly by all day, Eren had just gotten back from practice all day. His muscles felt tired from the workouts and running he had to do, that's mainly why Eren was at Trost. 

As a wide receiver, he was offered a scholarship in his senior year of highschool. The coaches at his school believed that he was at a level of greatness, and was well liked by his teammates. As a great athlete, he was able to lead his team to playoff victories and a championship title. No one has their doubts, as his number one goal was to play at the professional level. 

"How was practice?" Armin asked as Eren entered the room almost sweaty. 

He sighed. "It was fine… our first game is in a few weeks and I'm excited." he replied and smiled a bit. 

The blonde nodded and looked down at his laptop. "Did things ever work out with that girl from yesterday?" he asked. 

Eren felt a smirk grow onto his face. "Yeah! Yeah it did… things are fine," he replied and laughed a bit. 

Armin shrugged and went back to his own work, not worrying about whatever Eren was going to do. 

Within a few hours, it was midnight. Armin was fast asleep in his own bed, while Eren was up looking at the project. (Y/N) was last active in it about 2 hours ago, so it was perfect timing for him to change things up his way. Eren cracked his knuckles and began working on everything, he changed the long paragraphs to shorter sentences and bullet points. Adding his own pictures and finally the video. 

It was a random meme video he found and pasted the link onto the document. He snickered and laughed as he saved it all, this was going to be quite the surprise for the class and (Y/N) tomorrow. 

-

Morning soon came upon both Eren and (Y/N). Eren dreaded getting out of bed, and so did (Y/N). 

She walked into the Biology classroom yawning, she noticed Eren was actually in class earlier than usual. He usually came in about one or two minutes before class started, she just shrugged it off and went to her spot. 

Eren noticed her enter and felt a smile come to his face thinking about what was about to go down. He planned to volunteer first, and that's when things would go down his way. 

Jean entered the class and came over next to Eren. "Yo," he said and shook up with him. 

Eren nodded. "What's up? Did you finish your project?" he asked. 

Jean leaned back in his chair. "Yup… she got it done. What about you? Did you actually fuck with it?" he asked and looked towards Eren. 

He chuckled. "You bet I did.. she has no idea either," he replied and looked at his phone. 

Jean raised his brows in surprise. "You actually fucking did? Holy shit… you're petty as fuck" he said with a laugh. 

"Yes dude I fucking did," Eren replied and laughed along with him. 

Professor Klein stood up and looked at the two. "Alright quiet down… I hope you all spent time working on your projects, now who would like to go first?" he asked and scanned the room. 

Eren's hand shot up. "Me and (Y/N) will go first" he said and smirked. 

(Y/N)'s head snapped to look back at him. "Uh… sure" she said and stood up. 

The two went to the front of the class while Professor Klein sat down in the back, he was shuffling papers. (Y/N) had her laptop and plugged it in to project the slideshow onto the screen. 

Eren was trying to hold in his laughter as Jean had his phone out recording. 

"Alright.. you both may begin" Professor Klein said and leaned back in his chair. 

(Y/N) clicked the next slide and confusion ran through her. Why was everything suddenly changed? Her sentences seemed shorter and less informational. 

She began speaking and stuttered a bit reading it all. She hadn't memorized any of this, and she didn't even remember putting any of this down. Maybe her computer messed up and didn't save everything right away? She wasn't sure. 

Eren read his slides and crossed his arms. Why were his slides different now too? 

(Y/N) could see Professor Klein in the back narrowing his eyes and writing down different things on the paper, she felt embarrassment rushing through her. 

"We have a video to include if that's fine" Eren said and looked in the back. 

Her brows furrowed. "A video? What? I never put a video in there," she said and tapped Eren's arm. 

"Yes you did… you asked me last night," Eren replied and clicked on the link. 

The video began playing and it showed a random meme playing, the audio blasted in the classroom. Jean bursted out laughing and covered his mouth, Eren started chuckling as (Y/N) stood there totally embarrassed and upset over everything. 

"Shut that off now!" Professor Klein yelled and stood up. 

(Y/N) slammed her laptop closed and stood there absolutely horrified with what just happened. 

"Mr.Jaeger and Ms.(L/N), I expected better from the both of you. This project isn't meant to be funny, or a joke. You both are receiving a zero for this assignment, you're both adults not children! That was absolutely inappropriate and unacceptable," he said and crossed his arms. 

Eren composed himself and looked at (Y/N) who wasn't laughing. She seemed genuinely pissed off. 

"That's funny to you?" she asked and looked up at him. "Fuck you Eren… you're a fucking piece of shit," she said and grabbed her laptop. 

"Sit down Eren," Professor Klein said in a serious tone. 

Immediately when she sat, she lowered her head, feeling the gazes of many students. Embarrassment rushed through her veins when deep down she knew it was Eren who messed with the project. 

She felt a piece of paper slam down onto her table. She looked up and saw the rubric circled with zero on it, she looked at Eren and Jean who were laughing. She put her head back down as her eyes brimmed with tears. 

(Y/N) absolutely hated Eren Jaeger from that day forward.

[graysonsdarling]

in the rain

places where people kiss: in the rain

word count. 1.7k

warnings. extremely cliché kiss sjfdknkd

author’s note. i have spent WAY too much time on this thing for it to not be good... and rewritten it like 3!! times!! and i literally have to wake up early for a google meeting and im queuing this at 3:02 am rn

Dick didn’t have the slightest clue as to what drew him to you. Maybe it was your eyes, full of life and curiosity. Or had it been that smile of yours? God, that smile. It swirled butterflies in his stomach. It was blinding, but he couldn’t help but stare straight into it. If your smile was the sun, then he was Icarus. His feelings came with ease, becoming a complete free fall for him. Around you, he was warm as though he had been wrapped in a blanket of love. You sent him the same exhilarating rush that falling from a trapeze did when he was younger. Yeah, how could he not fall for you?

Even sitting in a quaint coffee shop across from you made him almost forget how to breathe. His eyes fell upon your lips and he wondered how they would feel against his. How would you kiss? Would it be soft and chaste, or passionate and needy? There was one thing he knew for sure though; it would be all-consuming. There was a faraway look in your eyes—all thoughtful and he wished to know what was going on in that pretty little head of yours. Your elbow was rested on the table as your fingers went to tuck a piece of stray hair behind your ear absentmindedly. The action made him silently wish it was him who pushed back your hair instead.

“What?” you had asked him, plush lips slightly agape.

He blinked, snapping out of his lovesick trance, hand coming up to hold his chin. “Huh?” was all that left Dick’s mouth, too caught off guard by you to form a better response. He wanted to slap himself for getting caught looking at you like a total creep. What were you doing to him?

“You’re staring.”

“Oh,” he laughed, scratching the back of his neck. “Sorry.”

You giggled. Dick’s heart leaped out of his chest at the sound, and all he could think was that he was the reason for it. He wanted to be the reason for your laughter for the rest of time. “It’s okay, you’re not so bad on the eyes either, Grayson.”

Dick choked on his coffee, which he quickly masked with a cough. But the look on your face told him you had noticed. His ears turned a soft shade of pink. “I wasn’t—“

“I’m just teasing you, Dick. You should be very familiar with that by now—I didn’t think I could make you flustered though.” An amused smirk played on your pretty lips.

He pushed away the desperate thought of needing to kiss you to the back of his mind and rolled his eyes at you. “I’m not flustered.” Though the clear heat in his cheeks did nothing to aid his argument. He watched as you pressed your lips together in a line before taking a long sip of your drink, nodding along. He could almost hear the sarcastic quip from the look in your eyes.

Your head cocked toward the window, watching as dark gray clouds quickly enveloped the sky. “It’s going to rain.”

“When’s it not?”

His eyes met yours, an unamused look on your face from his comment, though it had soon softened. “Fair enough. Do you want to head out now so we don’t get caught in the storm?”

Not really, Dick thought. He’d rather spend all the time in the world with you. He nodded in agreement anyway. The two of you stood up and he smoothed down his clothes with his hands. After leaving a nice tip on the table, you quickly made your way out of the building. The rain began sooner than you had predicted and he felt you grab his hand, pulling him with you as you run to the nearest cab. He could only hear the loud thumping of his heart, which drowned out the sound of the pouring rain and the taps of your footsteps against the wet concrete. Once you stopped at an empty taxi, he held open the door for you to slide in. 

“Aren’t you getting in?” you asked him, looking puzzled by the way he stood in the rain, continuing to get soaked by the second.

He paused for a moment. He had planned to hail his own cab, thinking this was where you parted ways. Quickly, he rushed in next to you after hearing the cries of the taxi driver, upset that the leather in his car was getting wet. He didn’t have time to feel bad though, because his eyes trailed towards you as you began to spout off his address. Your clothes were practically soaked through, and the hair you probably spent a considerable amount of time on was stuck messily to your face. You still looked gorgeous.

The warmth of your presence enthralled him. It felt like sunshine on his skin, and he felt himself leaning into you, almost going in to close the distance between you in the back of this dingy cab that smelled a lot like little tree air fresheners. Yeah, he would rather not have his first kiss with you be in here.

You cleared your throat under his watchful gaze. Your eyes went to examine the water on your shoes before moving up to watch the little cat figurine mounted on the dash endlessly beckoning. He noted the way your hands fidgeted, switching the position of your legs every minute or so. Still, in this state of nervousness, he’s in awe of you. He wondered what would make you feel this way. Him, perhaps? Dick hoped so.

“Want to get dinner with me tomorrow?” he asked softly, words leaving his mouth without a second thought. Though his heart began to pound.

“Sounds like you’re asking me on a date,” you teased, not paying much attention to him as your gaze was now set on the car window. His eyes followed your index finger which absentmindedly traced the raindrops sliding down the glass.

“What if I am?”

He watched as your finger came to a stop. Worries instantly filled Dick’s mind. Had he fucked up? Was he wrong about all the signs? Maybe you hadn’t felt the same, making him look like a complete idiot to you and the taxi driver sat in front. A hundred different scenarios about how you’d let him down ran through his head. You were too nice and sweet to be mean about it. Instead, you would gently tell him you viewed him as a friend. Kindness was one of the things he loved about you. The thought nonetheless hurt.

There would be no turning back now. Things would be too weird after this. You wouldn’t want to see him again. Those many years of friendship? It was all thrown out the window. All because of a silly little sentence he uttered. He could hear Jason snorting at him, overly amused at the thought of playboy Dick Grayson being turned down. Nice going, Grayson.

The wait for your response felt like an eternity. An eternity of accepting the inevitable "no." His heart was hollow, and he wanted the world to swallow him whole. The bitter taste of the coffee he had came back. It overwhelmed the sweetness he felt with you earlier. He thought he got used to its harsh taste. But it came back with a foreign feeling, one he didn’t particularly enjoy. Rejection, he supposed. Dick doesn't think he could ever have another coffee again after this.

You blinked, seemingly processing his words. Maybe coming up with a carefully articulated rejection as to not hurt him? He prepared himself, ready to face rejection face first.

“Then,” you drew out, “I would say yes.”

The words reached his ears with such saccharine sweetness, almost akin to the taste of the raspberry filling of the bismark he enjoyed earlier. It was almost too good to be true, and for a second, he asked himself if it was real. He wondered if you were a hallucination and if you’d disappear if he blinked. But the beat of his heart calmed down, the breath he had been clinging onto was released with relief. He grinned widely, feeling like the luckiest person in the world right now.

His hand began to move on its own accord, almost reaching your delicate fingers before coming to a halt as the taxi driver’s gruff voice filled the air. The car came to a stop. Your head turned towards the man and you told him you were being dropped off at a different place, briefly mentioning you’d pay for the entire trip much to Dick’s objection. You quickly brushed him off. Repay me with dinner tomorrow, you had said. He reluctantly agreed, not wanting to cause the cab driver any more grief than he had already. He opened the car door, glancing back at you with a shy smile and a quick goodbye before sprinting towards his building’s doors.

But his eyes couldn’t help but linger on the shadow of you in the back window. It steadily disappeared from his sight, leaving him to continue getting drenched in the cold rain. The thought of you left a giddiness in his heart. Dick was just about to reach the cover of his building before he was tugged around, a pair of lips meeting his own feverishly. He soon melted into the sudden touch once realizing it was, in fact, you. Dick could taste the lip balm you had applied earlier in the day. The scent of it was strong as if you had reapplied it just to kiss him. Had you?

There was also the faint taste of the drink you had consumed in the coffee shop. The taste alone had never appealed to him before, but Dick thinks he could have it every day if it was off your lips. He felt your hands reach up behind his head, pulling him further towards you. His hands instinctively flew down to your waist, holding you like it’s the only chance he’ll get—still not sure if his mind is playing tricks on him or not.

Still, he’s drowning in you, and to him, it would be a death he’d gladly accept.

He yearned to have your lips touching his again, the second you broke away. His forehead pressed gently against yours, a soft reminder that you were real and right in front of him.

You exhaled, whispering as softly as the pattering of the rain, “See you tomorrow?”

[bbaronpiper]

Red

Hi, to the anon who requested this, I’m sorry it took too long. I got a little busy and haven’t had the time to write it until today. Soooo.. here it is, I hope you’ll like it. 

Also, I don’t know if the translations of the lyrics are right. I just googled it. lol. thanks google! Parts in italics are either flashbacks or thoughts and paragraphs inside a parenthesis are translations. Some names here are completely made up. sorry if it happens to be your name. 

I don’t know which category will fit this story. fluff? angst? smut? definitely is smut *winks* or all of the above. 

Lastly, this one isn’t proofread yet, probably will revise later when I woke up (it’s 5 am and I haven’t slept yet. blame the coffee) if there are mistakes or rewrite the whole thing hahaha. okay enough talking. Enjoooyy! 

Hiii I saw your taking requests & I wanted to request an Arón Piper imagine. Where him & the reader are costars & he’s always had a crush on her but she was in a relationship until her boyfriend cheated on her & because of that her & Arón became closer & she eventually let’s him in for them to be more than friends. I got the idea from the song Soltera by Lunay ft Bad Bunny & Daddy Yankee (basically it just says how she’s single & that’s trendy rn & that she wants nothing to do w/ love)

Arón x reader

“Y/N, are you almost ready? the party started like an hour ago!” you heard Omar groaning in the living room. You are going to a sending off party the Elite’s casts and production team set up for Danna, Mina, Ester, Jorge and Alvaro.

You look at yourself on the mirror one last time and put on your red high heels before opening the door of your room. You wore a red sleeveless bandage dress that complement your curves and ends just before your knees, your hair tied up in a ponytail exposing your neck up to your chest. You matched your dress with a bright red lipstick. So bright enough to scare a hooker. You were never this extra, you’re more of a girl next door type of girl. But that was then.

Months ago, you believe that red symbolizes love, celebration and happiness. Funny no?  But now, you don’t believe in love or in any of those things anymore. The old you were long gone and now, red has a new meaning for you: fire, fierce, and power sometimes anger.

“Damn girl! You’re on fire!” Ester said excitedly examining you from head to toe. This was more of her style and it suits her perfectly. Me? I’m not sure, but I try so hard just to bury my old weak self. My old self that believed in happy endings.

You laughed “Thanks to you! I should do more shopping time with you!” you said to Ester. You heard Omar clearing his throat “Okay, okay, we’re going hot stuff! So impatient!” laughing even more with the girls as Omar rolled his eyes at you. “Finaaalllyyy!!!!” he said dramatically. You took his arm and went downstairs.

Once you arrived at the club, you saw paparazzi’s on the entrance blocking the way making it almost impossible to enter the club. You expected this as you are a public person now, but you never got used to it. Grown ass men calling after your name at the same time, sometimes saying nasty stuffs too while their camera flashes at your face almost blinding you. “Y/N! Y/N! I heard you and Mateo broke up? What can you say about that?” “Is it true he cheated on you?” “he’s with Elena now, he says she’s much better than you!” that last one caught you off guard that you almost stumbled. Luckily, a hand grabbed your arm, tucked you in his arms shielding you from everyone and pulled you inside the club. You didn’t freak out even though you didn’t see his face. You knew who it was by the smell of his perfume.

You looked up and saw Arón looking at you worriedly. He must’ve heard it, you thought. He was about to say something when you beat him to it. “God that was crazy! Thank you though” you said lively like it didn’t bother you. It did, for a second but you were over it. You promised yourself you wouldn’t let anyone hurt you ever again. So, you put on a smile on go on with life.

“Anytime, Y/N” Arón said as he loosen his grip on your arm, slides it down to your wrist before totally letting go. You notice him just standing there staring at you so you took his hand and led him inside the club, the others following you close behind. You didn’t mind holding his hand or any of your cast mate’s hands, you two are good friends, you see him as a brother. He was there when you’re crying over your asshole of an ex-boyfriend. He knew what he did to you. He knew about all of your drunken nights and one-night stands and you knew about his. He was just like you. He enjoys life, loves to party and likes to fuck but never commit. That’s why you two grew much closer than before.

After one to too many shots, you are now having the time of your life. You’re a hot mess dancing and grinding over Jorge on the dance floor with Danna doing the same on him on the other side. “Oh man, you know I’m gonna miss all of you!” you screamed over the loud music. “eh? You’ll be fine you still have Arón” Danna laughed devilishly and winked at you.  oh this girl is so drunk. You looked over at Arón on the other side who’s not looking drunk yet with Itzan who on the other hand is dancing like crazy. He was always like this. He needed to get drunk a little first to bring out his extrovert side.

He was already looking at you so you raised your middle finger up at him and smiled. He laughed at you knowing it’s something you got from him. You both stared for awhile and you notice something different on the way he looked at you but you can’t just point it out. Was it just the alcohol you had or is he really… “You know he’s crazy bout you right?” Jorge said close to your ear snapping you out of your eye-fucking contest with Arón.

“what?!” you heard him but you just want to make sure you heard it right. You hear Danna laughing loudly and suddenly you burst out laughing too. You don’t know why but probably it’s because you both are drunk as fuck and everything is so funny at this point. You took Danna’s hand and start jumping up and down with her, laughing about nothing. “Y/N!! Y/N!!! it’s so fucking fun in hereeeee!!!!” she slurred. "I knooowww rigghhttt!!?" You continue jumping all over the place with her until Omar and Mina joined you and eventually more people did. Your head was spinning but you didn’t care. You’re having fun. You needed this.

You felt your back, mostly your ass bumped on to something. You turned around and saw Arón smirking at you. Soft blush starting to show on his cheeks signaling he’s drunk enough. “Heeeeyyyyyy Julio Manueeell!!!! You having f-fuuunn?!!!” you laughed at his face and scratch his shaved head. “Eh, not as much fun as you’re having, Y/S/N” he said while shaking his head at you. You and Arón has this thing where you call each other by your second names. Giving you both some type of ownership on one another. Like no one can call you by it except him, and his by you. You closed the gap between the both of you. pressing your body against his and spoke close to his ear “C’mooon I’ll shooowww yyou what’ss fuunn!!” He turned his head to the side at the same time you finished talking making your face so close to him. So close your lips almost touched. Damn this alcohol.

Soltera by Lunay ft Bad Bunny & Daddy Yankee started playing and you both went crazy. “This is our jam!!!” you screamed. “Your jam!” he corrected laughing at your drunken state putting emphasis on the word your.

You are dancing closely with your back against him. Swaying your hips as his hands went to your waist. You smirked to yourself as you felt his growing bulge on your ass. You didn’t care how close you are to him or if people will see you. Again, Blame the alcohol. You just want him close. So you grab him by the back of his neck and pulled him closer. His face was now buried on the crook of your neck. The feeling of his soft lips and the warmth of his breath turned you even more. You both drunkenly singing along to the song when he suddenly tightened his grip around your waist and turning you around to face him.

He grabbed your face with both of his hands and started singing to you. “Me dijeron que te acabas de dejar, Que el bobo aquel te engañó” (They told me you just left that fool that cheated on you.)

 “Que ya no crees en el amor. Que andas suelta igual que yo. No sé, pero la noche está pa’ desquitarno” (That you don’t believe in love. That you’re on the loose like me. I don’t know but the night is made to get even) He continued looking straight into your eyes.

The look on his face confused you. You guys are just friends right? But why is looking at you with so much.. what is this? Passion? Even on your drunken state, it had you thinking if he was sending you a message. Whatever. You decided to go along with it and send him one too.

“Porque 'tar soltera está de moda. Por eso ella no se enamora” (Because being single is in style. That’s why she doesn’t fall in love.) You sang to him with as much passion as him, smirking. “'Tar soltera está de moda. Por eso no va a cambiar” (Being single is in style that’s why she’s not going to change). Now it was your turn to hold his face while singing the lyrics hoping he got your message.

You both just dance there not giving a fuck about anybody, singing the song to each other the whole time trying to send the message. You are not ready for love nor commitment. You think you’ll never be ready for it. You promised yourself never again. Besides, it’s Arón. What you have with him as friends was so beautiful that you never want to ruin it by taking it to another level.

“Si no, nos vemo', mami, en el after party. Ponte pa'l problema, ándale, déjate ver. Lo que aquí empezamo', lo matamo' en el motel” (If not, mami, we’ll see each other at the after party. Get ready, let’s go, let me see you. what we start here, we’ll end at the motel. You’re singe, I’m single) Arón finish off the lyrics, with eyes full of lust. You were sure of that by now.

“okay, mister, did you just ask me to fuck you?” you said seductively as you bit your lip.

“Si” he said simply.

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You woke up the next morning feeling like you’re still drunk. Your head was still spinning a bit so you decided to get up and go to the kitchen to look for some medicine. You grabbed the door knob and twist it open. Hmmm that was weird? since when did I paint the door white? you thought to yourself but shrugged it off for now as you desperately needed that medicine.

You walked around the apartment absent mindedly trying to get to the kitchen when you bumped into someone. “AAHHHH!” you screamed as you were surprised that someone is in your apartment when you live all by yourself. You heard the other person screaming as well. You looked up and saw who it was. “Arón! What the fuck are you doing here?!” you said trying to cover yourself as you are only wearing your oversized shirt. No bra, no panties, just your shirt.

“Umm, I live here?” Arón said unsure also questioning himself now. Scratching the back of his head.

“wha-? What do you mean you li-..? you looked around and saw the white walls, the windows made of glass where you can see Madrid’s skyline. Panic starts to creep in now. You looked at yourself. fuck. It’s not your shirt! It was Arón’s. You looked back at him turning red as a tomato. “Did we….? You trailed off afraid of his answer.

Arón laughed his ass off as he looked up laughing so damn hard. You hit him playfully on his stomach. He returned a small “oww!” from the hit you gave him. “The fuck you laughing about, dumb ass?” growing impatient now. Desperate to know if you fucked him.

“What do you think, Y/N?” he raised his eyebrow on you. “why are you all so red now, babe?” biting his lips trying to hold his laughter.

“Dare laugh one more time and I swear I’ll beat the shit out of you Julio Manuel” you threatened him as you massage your temples. “ugh damn this headache”

“C’mon sit, I’ll get you breakfast and medicine while you rethink your life choices… specially last night” he teases.

“fuck you, Arón” you gave him the dirty finger as you proceed to his kitchen table.

“You already did, cariño” your eyes widened as he gave you a wink in return. You took a deep breath and placed your elbows on the table supporting your head. Trying to think about the events on the previous night.

You tried so hard to remember but all you get was flashes of memories. The last thing you remember at the club was when you asked him:

“okay, mister, did you just ask me to fuck you?” you said seductively as you bit your lip. “Si” he said simply.

Then you remember grabbing his face and smashing your lips onto his. “Fuuucckk!!!” you whispered to yourself but Arón heard it and chuckled. “What you remember now?” he asked playfully.

You put your pointer finger up at his direction “Shhhh!!! Not a single word from you again, Piper!” as you went back to thinking again.

Arón came back with two plates of pancakes. One for him and one for you and one Advil for your headache. “Thank you” you murmured. You looked up at him and saw he has his goofy smile plastered on his lips. You knew he was about to mess with you again so you glared up at him. He just shrugged and bit his lips in return.

“Can I?” Arón asked with his voice full of lust as his hands was already placed at the hook of your bra. As soon as you moaned yes, he wasted no time and unhook it revealing your breasts. His pupils getting larger and darker at the sight of you. He then proceeds to kiss your neck down to your collarbone. He kissed everywhere around your breast but not your nipple. Trying to tease you. he kissed you lower and lower until he reached the hem of your panties. Your hand then travelled to his bare chest down to his belt buckle and undone it. you unzipped his pants and tried to pull it down but failed. “Arrrooonnnn!!!” you pouted and whined like a ten year old that can’t reach the jar of cookies on the top shelf. Arón then laughed at you, sit up and remove his jeans by himself.

“God you are so drunk Y/N, you sure you wanna do this. I feel like I’m taking advantage of you?” you didn’t answer him. You just pulled down your panties. “ohh okkkkaayyyyyyy” Arón said under his breath feeling himself getting harder. “say red if you want me to stop, okay?”

 “Just fuck me.” And just like that. Arón grabbed both of your ankles and spread your legs wide. He started off licking your clit slowly and slid a finger inside you and curling it. earning a moan from you.

“You’re so wet, Y/N” he spoke and dive back in. licking you harder and faster than before. Grabbing the back of his head, you felt his tiny hair around your fingers, pushing him harder against you. He looked at you from in between your legs. You had your eyes closed and your mouth opened forming an O shape. Just about before cumming, he stopped.

 “Why’d you stop? Haven’t said red. have I?”

“I gotta have you. Now.” He aligned himself on your entrance. looking at you asking for your permission once again. You trailed your fingers to his chest down to his abdomen ‘til you reached his dick. You wrapped your hands around it, stroking it a little before guiding him inside you. you heard Arón groan. As you sighed in pleasure. He felt so good. He started pushing in and out of you slowly until it became faster and faster slamming on your g spot. You heard yourself screaming his name.

“Fuck Arón, you feel so good.” You moaned thrusting upwards to meet with his. Earning loud groans from him. He leaned down and kiss you. Sucking on your lower lips. You wrapped your legs around him forcing him to go deeper. The sounds of your moans filled the room and you felt yourself clench around him. And you knew you were close.

“That’s it baby. Cum for me” Arón encourage you. With that, you finally let yourself go. Arón not far behind you feeling your pussy fluttering around him. He pulled out of you, stroke himself and cum on your stomach.

“Fucking hell” you said as you instantly dropped the fork your holding and looked at Arón who was sitting opposite of you. He still had his goofy smile on him. Is he seriously happy about this? “Arón, what happened last night… we gotta, we gotta forget about it” you stuttered as you watch his face drop.

“huh? Why?” He stared at you trying to figure out what you were thinking.

 “You know damn well why, Arón” You looked down on your untouched pancakes avoiding eye contact.

He didn’t say a word for a while. “I’m not him, you know” he said under his breath poking on his pancake with his fork.

“I know that. I never said you are him” your heart’s starting to race. Unprepared of the coming conversation with your best friend. “but we’re fine like this right? You don’t want to be in a relationship, and so do I. Arón, we’re friends. We don’t wanna ruin it” trying to make up excuses but in reality you’re just scared to admit it to yourself.

“We?!” he asked clearly disappointed at the words he just heard from you. “who’s we Y/N? you meant you? Cos if you’re gonna ask me, I’m more than willing to try”

 “Arón you know I can’t. I’m happy being single. I’m done with all those fucking heartbreak! I just want to be happy!” you raised your voice a little, getting frustrated at the fact that Arón, your best friend said, he’s more than willing to be with you.

“Then we’ll be happy together! I’ll make you happy!” he said at the same tone you had. His eyebrows furrowed.

“It’s not that simple!” you completely lost your cool now. “You don’t know what it feels like! It’s hard that you’re always the one willing to take a bullet for the one you love only to discover that they’re the ones behind the trigger! I can’t go through that again!” you pointed your finger at him.  “it would kill me. You think I chose this? You think I chose to be this stone cold?” tears now forming on your eyes.

Arón’s face softened at your words. He stood up and walked over to your side pulling you close to him. You were still sitting down so your head only reached his stomach. “Shhhhh! I’m sorry Y/N, I’m sorry. Please don’t cry” he tries to soothe you as he rubbed your back. “but please just hear me out?” you nodded your head yes as you sniffed. He knelt down on your level looking at you with love in his eyes. “Y/S/C, you know I had my eyes on you the first time you walked in on set.” He caressed your cheek with his thumb. “I figured I liked you that one time when you pulled a prank on Miguel and Itzan causing the whole cast to laugh. I knew I loved you the moment I saw you crying over him outside the club and you told me what he had done. I can't believe he treated you like shit when you deserve the world. I spent my whole night with you when all I wanted was to knock him out. I mean don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed your company. But yeah, I’d rather beat the shit out of him that night” he said causing you to laugh a little. “I know I said I don’t wanna be in a relationship right now but what I really meant was, I don’t want to be in a relationship if it wasn’t you.”

“I’m scared” your voice was trembling. 

“I know baby. I know. I can’t promise you I won’t hurt you ever in anyway. That’s not how love works, right? We will probably hurt each other at some point. But I can promise you that I would never ever hurt you the same way as he did. Just let me prove it to you. Please? Don’t give up on love just yet.” He said with sincerity. You knew him. You knew he wasn’t lying.

You felt yourself melting under his gaze. You stayed silent as words fail to form on your tongue. So you just placed your hand at the back of his neck stroking it gently like he did to your cheeks and your other hand layed on his chest close to his heart. You felt his heart beating faster and so is yours every second that passes by.

You thought about it hard. You weren’t exactly sure when it happened or when it started. All you know for sure is that right here and now, you are falling hard and you are hundred percent sure he was there to catch you. it would be tragic to let something like this pass.

“Sometimes we have to stop being scared and just go for it. Either it’ll work or it won’t. That’s life, no?” you stared at him waiting for his reaction. Small smile forming on your lips.

Arón smiled widely at you and exhaled the air he was holding in for a while now while waiting for your answer. He hugged you tightly whispering “Te quiero, Y/S/N”. He pulled away and kissed you passionately. You kissed him back with as much passion as his. You felt his hand travel up your thighs but just before things got heated, you pulled away.

“Woah, lover boy, can I eat my pancake first?” you said winking at him. He just laughed, shook his head and went back to his seat, pouting like a baby. “Why do you have to be such a tease?”

You stick out your tongue and your middle finger up at him, smiling. Happy at the thought that he brought back the meaning of red you once tried to forget. 

[sugasgrowl]

The Positive [Prologue]

Hello all! I am finally back from the dead after literally writing this on a whim. My other wips are sobbing in Google docs rn. But alas, I’m starting my period and am emotional and soft for dad!bts. This is by no means a super original concept whatsoever, but I just *clenches fist* needed to write it. This is the beginning of a drabble series that I assume will show the OC and Tae go from estranged friends/a one night stand to parents. Basically, I just wanted an excuse to write Tae with kids. I have no idea how long this will end up being LMFAO.

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: ?? Friends to lovers? Manwhore to upstanding father? Sorta smutty eventually? There will be angst

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, mentions of sex, Taehyung is a fuckboy but at least he owns it, Get it Sandra, mentions of hangovers

Word Count: 1513

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Your brain felt like mush. Like when you were a kid and twisted your swing up just to lift your feet off the ground and spin around and around and around and the world was tilting and swaying before your eyes. The sweltering heat of the soft bed you lay on made your mouth feel just as sweaty as underneath your tits. 

In your barely-alive state, flashes of the night before flickered in your mind. A beautiful face catching in the glare of neon lights. Thumping bass rattling your lungs as you pressed your body against his. Deep kisses that took your breath away, tongues that slid against each other. A warm, eager mouth desperate to explore every inch of you. Burning, honey skin whose heat relaxed you more than the alcohol. And then...pleasure. Mind blowing, blinding white lights bursting behind your eyelids. A fullness you’d never felt before.

You really regretted drinking tequila last night. 

Squirming out from under the heavy down comforter, cool air hit your face. The room around you was dreary gray from the pouring rain--piles of dirty clothes towering in the desk chair and on top of the dresser at the other side of the room barely visible in the overcast veil. Through the blurry grog of sleep, you, unfortunately, could make out the sight of multiple beer and Mountain Dew bottles, as well as an old greasy pizza box. A gaming chair and monitor. Anime posters adorned the walls. You already regretted the decision to choose dick over standards, but it’d just been so long. 

The warm body beside you shifted with a throaty groan. You froze, praying to sweet angel baby Jesus that he wasn’t awake.

Taehyung. An old friend from college who never quite...left. Mentally, anyway. The two of you graduated years prior. Both of you felt the tickle of The Big Three-Oh breathing down your necks. Most of your friend group had moved on to have at least semi-decent Grown Up jobs, but somehow Tae was stuck in the same mindset he had when you were powering through classes with weak and tired prayers for graduating. 

And somehow, four years later, you thought it would be a good idea to fuck him.

You took a deep breath and slowly, carefully eased out of bed to pull on your clothes. The movement made your lower half ache with memories of the night before. Despite throwing back shots like your life depended on it, you could still remember pretty much everything from the previous night. And what you remembered was...fantastic, to put it frankly. Not that you were surprised. Taehyung was a good lay, based on what you heard from most of the girls in your dorm back in the day. 

Tugging your jeans up your legs, you decided that sleeping with your fuckboy friend was not the lowest or most shameful thing that had happened to you. You had been forced to move back home just a few months before, after you quite literally caught your ex in bed with another woman and left his ass in the dream city you’d both run off to to possibly start a life together. This was just a step to climb up from rock bottom. 

“You’re not sneaking off, are you?” Taehyung’s deep voice made you jump.

Half closed, chocolate eyes pinned you to the spot. You wished he didn’t look so damn good. If he was less attractive, you’d be less likely to let this happen again in the future. 

You sent him a small smile. “I...yeah, I gotta run. I’ve got a lot of work to do before Monday.”

He sat up on his elbow and ran a hand through his tousled, inky black locks. “You don’t have to leave yet, Y/N. You know that, right? We’re friends, we can get breakfast and catch up or something.”

You almost turned him down when you realized the nearest bus station going to the club where the two of you met, where you left your car, was a solid sixteen blocks away. It was raining out, and you had no umbrella. Not to mention, your monster of a debilitating hangover craved food. 

Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, you nodded and sent him a polite smile. “That would be nice, actually. Thanks.”

He drove you to a diner down the street where the food smelled like old grease and thin wallets, and on top of that, there was the lingering aroma of cigarettes despite the no smoking signs plastered and faded all over the smudged glass door. The waitress, Sandra, looked to be about forty. Maybe forty-five. Hell, maybe even fifty. Her pencil thin Pamela Anderson eyebrows and premature aging said that her glory days died in the early 2000s. 

When she came over to take your order, her voice croaked with decades of smoking. Her exhausted expression lightened when she spoke to Taehyung. “G’morning, sweetie. You look handsome as ever this morning.”

His boxy grin lit up the sagging establishment. “Not as beautiful as you, Sandra. Busy shift?”

“Eh. It was busier around four.” She gave you a quick glance and winked at Taehyung. “Your usual Morning After order?”

He flushed to his hairline and avoided your eyes. “I….um….yeah, thanks.”

Her dark eyes fell on you. “And for you?”

“I’ll take a Morning After order as well.”

As she walked away, you slowly turned to raise your eyebrows at the beet red man across the table from you.

“Listen…”

“Still getting around then, eh?” you teased. You propped your chin in your hand. “You haven’t changed a bit.”

He gave you the finger as Sandra placed cocoas in front of you both. You bit back a snort. He never could drink coffee, even when he was half dead after pulling all nighters--which was rare. 

“I’m living my best life. I don’t need your criticism and stank attitude,” he grumbled before taking a sip from the steaming mug. “I’m balls deep in good pussy. You’re just jealous.”

“Of all your pussies?”

“I haven’t seen you in two and a half years, I don’t know your preferences.” His gaze was warm and lingered as you blew the steam from your mug. “What have you been up to? I never expected to see you around here again. I thought you were some hotshot ballbusting editor off in picture perfect Fairyland or something. What happened to Mark?”

Your expression soured. His name made the cocoa taste spoiled. Lowering the drink to the sticky tabletop, you shrugged. “I’m still a hotshot ballbuster. Just…a single one.”

“Yeah, single enough to fuck me,” he sent a pointed look. “What’d he do to send you my way? I never expected you to ask to meet up like this.”

It seemed there was no escaping the questions. You took a deep breath. “Caught him in bed with someone else.”

He crinkled his nose and shook his head in disappointment. “How cliche. What an ass.”

He took offense to the quirk of your brow. “I may be a manwhore, but I’d never cheat. I just don’t commit at all.”

“How considerate of you.” 

The food was surprisingly good, considering how questionable the diner looked. Maybe it was just your hangover talking, but you couldn’t complain. Especially when Taehyung offered to pay.

You started to protest, but Taehyung waved you off and placed a twenty on the table with a devilish smile. “Don’t worry about it. In honor of your sorrows.”

He paused.

“Plus, I get discounts.”

“Do I want to know how you managed that?”

His smile widened. “Sandra and I have a special bond.”

You blanched, lowering your voice to a hiss. “My god, you’re disgusting. Do you even have standards?!”

“Hey! Sandra is a lovely lady!” he hissed back, sliding out of the booth. He looked over his shoulder with waggling eyebrows. “Besides, you called me last night. I could ask you the same question.”

You hated that he was right, and you hated yourself for calling him up. As charming and undeniably sexy as he was, you suddenly had the urge to fly to the nearest doctor’s office and get tested for every STI known to man. You thought back to your abandoned tinder profile and imagined the upstanding manwhore you could’ve found that at least had a baseline standard for the hoes he pulled. 

When Taehyung drove you back to the club to get your car, an awkward silence fell over the two of you. His run down death trap of a Buick Lesabre slowed to a halt, brakes squeaking mildly. 

He cleared his throat. “Well. This was fun.”

You let out a tense half chuckle. “For sure.”

As you opened your door to leave, he called out to you. 

“Feel free to call me again sometime. We don’t have to wait two and a half years to see each other again.”

You nodded and plastered a smile on your face. But deep down, you vowed never to call him again. At least, not for this. And not for a long, long time. All you wanted was a nap and to put this moment of weakness behind you.

[thephantomporg84]

[REDACTED] be complaining reg. the reactions of having "placed the cultist island Fortuna off the coast of Florida" while having the gall of "It’s the story & the way it’s told that should fucking matter" & "Who cares? It’s fictional geography, you idiots." Feels a bit like failing World-Building 101. I mean, Red Grave based on London would also be a callback to Dante's early concept of being a Brit.

Someone already sent me the whole post of hers that I’m pretty sure you’re referring to lmao. I’m in a particularly cunty but pleasant mood rn, and analysis is kind of my thing, so lets’s break it down, shall we?

Maybe someone can send this her way and… learn that tiny little brain of hers a thing. 😉

It’s fictional geography called world building, you idiots Karen after the cut:

‘I love how a number of shitheels have screeched amongst themselves on this hellsite about how I had placed the cultist island Fortuna off the coast of Florida or somewhere around the Gulf US states (re: the fanfic & project link in my header), whining that it should’ve been in Europe, namely Italy.’

An admission to stalking profiles is not exactly the best way to start a self-righteous rant or advertise your… magnum opus, but go off, I guess.

‘Not only that, but they whined about “plotholes and inconsistencies” without elaborating on what the latter are. The asshole who made the rant was annoyed when I used a poem as a spell in the story (“if I heard that, I’d turn off my PS4.”), but I’m sure she didn’t bitch about the cutscene before the last Agnus boss fight in DMC4.’

Like the movie The Room (2003), it’s just easier to say “all of it” is bad because “all of it” contains plotholes and is inconsistent in tone, has terrible half-baked ideas and plot threads that remain unresolved and/or do nothing to further the plot, is rife with poor + inconsistent characterization, has a lack of any knowledge how the medium it exists in is made, and in general makes me wonder how much pottery enamel you’ve been huffing to think any of this was a good idea. Howeverrrr, in contrast to you, Tommy Wiseau is kind of odd and weirdly charming both in general and about his terrible movie — he’s found glory and success in its terribleness. You, in contrast, remain a miserable cunt with delusions of grandeur.

Dante and Agnus’ Shakespeare bit is actually a pretty well known trope called Ham-to-Ham Combat. Dante and Agnus are both ridiculous Large Hams in DMC4, and when two Large Hams meet, in general, they are likely gonna try to ‘out-over dramatic’ each other. This can lead to a scene becoming either really funny or really corny (or both) really fast. If things go too far — and they do, in this case — the scene can become a Hormel Event Horizon.

‘…but they LOVE the plotholes & inconsistencies if Capcom makes the latter, and writes a terrible story! And Crapcom’s canon for DMC is as straight as a paperclip or a dog’s hind leg. Hypocritical pricks.’

Subjective opinion is not, and never will be, objective fact. People are, as of when I checked again in the last ~5 minutes or so, absolutely able to enjoy whatever media they want regardless of what the general consensus on the quality of that media is.

As an example, I enjoy The Room (2003) despite its terribleness and it never fails to make me laugh, while your magnum opus makes me want to huff pottery enamel so the pain will stop despite you thinking it is the work of an idiot savant.

‘They were also mad that I wrote Dante as a wiseguy who is a little more low-key about it due to the circumstances— instead of being a pathetic manchild airhead that tries too hard.’

You didn’t write Dante.

You wrote Reboot!Donte — a fucking terribly out of character version of him, at that.

‘I was primarily concerned about moving the story along. I didn’t care about where a fictional island is supposed to go.’

You literally had one (1) job, Karen.

‘…Meanwhile, not a single character in DMC4 had an Italian accent, so uh, why should I give a flying fuck where I put it?’

Haven’t you been like… shitting on the DMC staff… for terrible writing… this enti— You know what? You’re obvs way too dumb to notice that contradiction, so I’ll let it slide.

Just… a word of advice, if I may? Don’t ever watch dub TV shows. That last brain cell would fuckin’ just burst all over your carpet.

(Actually, don’t watch subtitled shows either. An extremely popular anime that was set in Italy just wrapped and all the characters — le gasp! — spoke fucking Japanese. You would shit.)

‘I wasn’t paid to write any of what I wrote, but be my guest & send a PM if you want to throw money at me. By all means, do that.’

Oh, thank fuck, because they would have been ripped off, big time.

[ btw, you sound p. jealous of people that write/do creative work/commissions for ko-fi/payment tho. Not a good look tbbh. If it’s any consolation, though, I don’t get paid for making fun of you and/or analyzing your dumb bullshit, either. :( ]

‘The pricks at Capcom didn’t even bother giving us a proper DMC4 and it was a half-assed game, with the latter half being hasty filler material. The “special edition” they coughed up in 2015 was just glorified overpriced DLC.’

Ya know, you gotta be pretty far up your own ass to think this much of your opinion. And I’m saying this as a person that’s pretty far up her own ass like 85% of the time.

‘And another thing, Redgrave City in DMC5 seems to be in England, yet no survivors speak with English accents or slang/dialects.’

Pretty sure no survivors had speaking roles.

If you played the game you’d know this.

‘Meanwhile, Dante and Vergil had lived there when they were kids (until age 8), but they both have ordinary American or Canadian accents. Furthermore, how did the twins make it to the USA or Canada? According to the little booklet in the DMC1 game case, Dante’s office is in modern America.’

You know that invoking the imagery of a specific place without naming your location is normal and standard practice, right? Overwatch even does this (For Ex: Byōdō-in (平等院), Uji, Kyoto Prefecture, Japan is the inspiration for Hanamura, Château de Duingt, Duingt, France for Château Guillard, etc.)

Furthermore, you know the original DMC was a rejected first draft of Resident Evil 4, right? This is what retcon is for. You at least know what retcon is, right?

‘…That information isn’t very important, but I’m bringing it up to illustrate a point that being a fucking pedant about geography in a fantasy game is idiotic, even if the setting is akin to modern Earth.’

So is freaking the fuck out and sending death threats over a fantasy game but you didn’t let that stop you either lmfao.

It’s actually super important to establish your scenery and the way your world operates, especially in a written work in which readers are dependent on your vision and your descriptions, and if you were a decent writer, you’d know this.

‘It’s the story & the way it’s told that should fucking matter.’

YOU HAD ONE (1) JOB, KAREN.

‘What US states are the Arklay Mountains located in?’

General description puts them in the U.S. Midwest. Raccoon City itself is stated to have a population of ~100,000 at the time of outbreak, and the only city in the Midwest that matches that population in 1998 is Springfield, Missouri, with a pop. of ~110,000.

Springfield is on the Springfield Plateau of the Ozarks region of SW Missouri. So they’re part of the Ozark Mountains.

This all took less than ~3 minutes to google, btw.

‘Where is “Zanzibar Land?”’

I actually just wrote a comprehensive answer to an ask a few weeks ago about this. It’s actually stated to be in Tselinoyarsk (Целиноярск), the (fictional) area of the former USSR in which Big Boss carried out the Virtuous Mission/Operation Snake Eater in 1964. Tselinoyarsk itself is heavily implied to consist of parts of Kyrgyzstan and/or Tajikistan. If you played MGS3 you’d know how important the setting and the varied environments/climates are to the game mechan-

oh yeah wait you believe in segregation of story and gameplay mechanics. I forget you’re completely tone deaf sometimes lmao.

How far is ‘Salem’s Lot or Derry from Bangor? Who cares?’

Stephen King does, quite a bit. He even has a map on his website of ‘his’ fictional version of Maine:

My disappointment is immeasurable, Karen.

[its-jijii]

dazai analysis (w/ screenshots)

so i’ve been working on analyzing several things in the bsd series, mostly manga, and my current focus is analyzing dazai

it is a big work in progress as of now. it’s on google slides (i originally planned google docs or just a tumblr post) and i think it has like 25 slides rn. but yeah if u wanna read a bunch about dazai being garbage i am now releasing the link on tumblr 

as of now everything written falls within what’s happened in the anime, but it is going to grow to eventually have a lot of manga spoilers!!

read here

if u don’t think that u could handle reading criticism of him w/o getting mad i don’t recommend reading 😔 also im aware this is all fiction but hey hating on dazai gives me motivation and something to do so

you are free to comment on stuff w/ ur opinions!! im always looking for more perspectives on dazai and other misc ideas

some extra notes: i hate dazai as a person. i love him as a character, and he’s in my top favorites. i harbor no ill feelings towards people who love dazai or think he’s the best. i just made this bc i’ve noticed that there is a notable amount of people who ignore his flaws or excuse his actions and it makes me sad :( idc if u love dazai but pls admit that he’s not a good person (even if he is sorta trying to be)

after i finish rereading and writing about the entire ass manga, i will write something positive abt him i promise. but for now it’s “analysis” that could look like slandering

thank u if u read all of this or looked at the slides. i know there are some with just blocks of text and it can be tiring to look at, but i appreciate any amount u read, even if its only a few slides!!

im sorry if anything is confusing or unclear, please let me know if u don’t understand something so i can try to clarify and make edits! (also shoot me a message or comment if something looks weird im trying my best to make stuff look organized but sometimes its hard) 

and lastly, right now, i update it rather irregularly. i usually work on it when i have nothing to do at home or during my free period at school, but the end of the quarter is approaching and i have my hands full of art projects and other stuff. ill probably eventually reblog it if i make any significant process in the months to come

[mikkock]

HELLO I ADORE YOUR OCS SO MUCH WILL YOU TELL ME ABOUT KAI HE LOOKS LIKE A TOTAL "YOUR DAUGHTER CALLS ME DADDY TOO" DOUCHEBAG AND I FUCKING LOVE HIM AND WANNA KNOW MORE ABOUT HIM

LBLMVBGK THANK U OMG love it when ppl like my kids, im a proud dad rn

ALSO wrow congrats on ur on point analysis, cause, that’s the Essence Of His Being (fun fact since i got two characters who go by the name of kai -cause fuck that basic writing tip that says ‘dont have two characters named the same thing- i usually refer to him as The Bad Kai cuz he a bad bitch)

so lets unwrap that dude shall we uwu 

SO this dude was created when i realised my story didnt have antagonists so i made a bunch of Bad People and then they all became good people after i started giving them more personnality somehow eXCEPt him for some reason, the only survivor of the “everyone will be baby” plague, the only rude bitch in this house, the only guy who’s still on the dark grey side of morally grey...but tbh im in love with him cause he’s an asshole and im an idiot so like.

His base concept was basically something along the lines of “fuckboy but make it Couture”, like douchebag indeed But Gotta Be Fancy at being one, gotta add a pinch of Sneaky Bitch in the pot. His aesthetic is Chillin, gettin in ur pants, then moving on for some more chillin and more pants. So if you’re into some funky sexy time with no pressure and no ties, ya gon get along, your goals meet, time to have fun.

All that is supported by his charisma, cause unless ya got some nasty history, he’ll just look like that charming bad-boy “oho hot dude with a dangerous but not agressive” vibed person, and he’s quite a sweet-talker. He’s probs not only the ‘your daughter calls me daddy’ kind but also ‘and so will YOU, i’m scoring with the whole family and you wont stop me (and you wont WANT to stop me)’ 

He got that handsome ppl priviledge ya feel

but also, he wouldnt be a rude guy if he was just the ‘i enjoy chill frick-fracking and im just so sexy that no one can say no to that booty’ guy

Dude got quiiite some spite-fueled ego and Does Not Take losing well, and will not, in fact, let himself lose on any objective he has, and when that objective is A Person, he gets ugly. Being good at sweet talking also means being good at small stuff like “not saying exactly the truth always when it would be more beneficial not to”, “deliberately using euphemistic, ambiguous or obscure language so to mask wrong doings and technically saying the truth but in such a way that it becomes completely masked by a thick fog of bullshit”, and “use words and behaviour in general to influence others unscrupulously so to get something in return”. Even a little “playing with their perception in order to make them doubt in their thoughts and selves”. In short dude got no qualms about using all the tools of manipulation available if it means that he comes on top (or on bottom if the goal was getting an assful eeeeeey we’re masters of comedy here) It tends to be all for short term results tho, so not much your ‘boyfriend who convinces you you’re nothing without him” and more of a “you thought you were dating but only you were thinking that as he always kept it just vague enough to have you not official yet convinced of his and now you’re blaming yourself for believing you were together”

master of getting ass, also master of Ugly Ass Breakups, and master of suddenly dissapearing from your life so hard that you wonder if it was just your imagination all along (he got ugly past with a bunch of other ocs especially he’s ex boyfriend with two that are now together cause i dig that sort of drama the sAME dUDe gave u the trust issues that held u from going full lovey dovey ? i fucking lIVE off that kinda shit wait until he pops back like ‘oho hello fancy seeing YOU TWO here my two fave exes together incredible what a small world”)

Though I have to rework on all that cause that backstory is oLD AS SHIT (like prolly i built it in what, 2016? ew ugly) I had that stem from some sort of neglect-fueled inferiority complex. I had given him a kinda cold family with a bunch of siblings who got Way More Nurtured due to their respective talents and achievements, having him left behind and feeling like he got nothing. SO that’s basically the explanation as of today but i dont like iiiiit anymooooore so I’ll have to work on it to make it something i dig, cause idk, bitch feels flat so far.

BUT i do intend on keeping the whole concept of ~Loneliness~, and of him working alone and quite hard for anything he gets. And the general need of proving himself that had come from the WIP backstory. I don’t exactly see him as an overachiever at all, but definitly as an obstinate and persevering hardworking guy, because “Look YALL I WAS aBLE TO DO THIS YALL THOUGHT I COULDNT HUH YALL LOOK DOWN ON ME well fuck u cause idc im better than u now also ur mum’s into bondage i kno from experience bye”. So tbh pair up with him for group projects, you’ll be sure his share of the work will be done (but also if you dont do yours then he’s probably going to be a bITCh about it, no remorse in leaving blank slides in the middle of the powerpoint and then loudly proclaiming ‘OH RIGHT This was supposed to be Kevin’s part but I suppose he never sent it to me, despite the numerous reminders i sent him, no big deal, no hard feelings, its ok sweetie we all sometimes feel too lazy i forgive u :)” )

Also he’d be Chill to hang out with for like, parties, nights out at the bar, that kinda shit. He definetly has some beans to spill about quite some people, he gathers the goss as he gathers lovers (i was gonna end that in “as he spreads legs” but it sounded too PG-18 for this good Well Behaved family friendly blog) and Will Not stay tight lipped, and Will be a bitch when trashtalking people, and It Will Be Entertaining as it always is when you’re hearing about crazy exes and you’ve had some beers. 

Now trivia that idk where else to write cause idk i stupid or more like disorganised :

- he digs red ale beer like if ya wanna win him over with the appropriate alcohol offer there u go

- he’s a fake blonde (cause my hobby is painting regrowth roots on hair)

- his design is a mixture of those 3dgy denim boys u see on pinterest and the specific brand of fuckboys that are french-L-section-chic-grunge-hipster-fuckboys (L section is like a branch of highschool)(that word combo is a so specific kinda guy)(its kinda like a softboi but more arrogant but in a lowkey way)(also they rich)(but he’s not rich so guess that should make him Less Arrogant)

-im constantly dead afraid of giving him more characteristics and story or whatveer cause he’s the only meanie i got left and i do Not want him to stop being an asshole but everytime i develop a character they end up nice or redeemed or whatever and i wanna keep him a bitch so i neglect him (just like his parents in his 2016 version wow)

he smokes (prolly started quite early to Be Kool and now relies on it for stress relief)

he’s outspoken and extraverted and prolly the guy who had a lot to say when you were doing debates in class (there’s always that person who has a Lot to argument about)(its him) but outside of a Set and Defined debate structure he probably doesnt give his mind voraciously 

he’s a law student and despite saying he’s the one bad guy left he probably wont be a corrupt lawyer or judge or whatever like come on he will do his job properly he worked hARD FOR THIS justice may be served

he’s not the kind to openly hate or even dislike anyone cause what’s the point of wasting your energy on that? its much funnier to him to be obnoxiously Neutral with someone and basically ignore them but still strike them with some Spikes of passive-agressive comments, let them be Mad at your calmness

he’s 177cm tall (that’s like 5.8 according to google)

honestly if you’re bros with him he’s fun to be with the being a jerk is completly coincidental 

he probably ranks high in the list of “those criminals who steal big lighters from their friends” 

i think at a point his design had tattoos but i forgot the designs of those so now he doesnt anymore

a dog person

i think ive run out of facts (or my brain dead) so im leavin with a shirtless pic cause my hobby is drawing tits

in short, charming asshole who can get ugly, secretly feels lonely and small, works hard for himself, better have him as a friend than as a foe though probably not the most frontally agressive enemy, and also, your booty, hand it over.

[kawaiigirlgoingghost]

That one time a guys Ghost and Demon gave me more attention than he did- A Storytime

To preface this story- I've been single for 2 years- I do go on dates using tinder from time to time but I knew this dude through friends and he was a genuine dude (he just possessed the personality of wet cat food and is kinda douchey to women due to not being in relationships whatsoever)

I wouldn't just roll up at someones house like this typically and do what I did under most circumstances!

We will call him "Sasuke" b/c I cant think of anything else but Naurto rn ( R*O*C*K*S* )

The story

This story takes place back in beginning of December and I was 21 at the time. I was swiping on tinder one morning and I see Sasuke is on tinder. Last time I had heard something from him is when he spazzed on me for dating someone and I blocked him on snapchat! I swiped on him thinking, "Hes not going to swipe lol" Hahaha I was WRONG. He indeed did and completely forgot he said what he said to me -.- so I was shook and he wanted to hang out that night- at his house. I obviously snapped immediately and asked- "Why are you asking me over to your house? Sasuke we've never hung out!" He flipped and unmatched me. He acts like he does not follow my cosplay account on instagram so I find his page and slide into his DM's. He starts treating me A LOT differently (idk why. I think I was close to 300 followers at that time?? I dont think following should determine how you treat people in my opinion.) He apologized and said he was moving (side note: I still do not know if he did move because I decided the universe was doing me a favor that nice and made sure he was blocked off my private accounts.) I straight up asked Sasuke "So you're alone is what you're saying- in an empty house and you want me to come over?" Of course I'm expecting him to address the obvious red flags popping up- you know an empty house, you're there alone and you want me over? He doesn't and says I'll be fine. A couple people know this dude and in my mind I got this figured out "I'll just leave enough DNA evidence with my hair, shoes, fingerprints, google location like good luck murdering me and getting away with it lol"

It's the best mindset I have towards things and someone who doesn't understand the value of forensic evidence could believe they could get away with such a crime. Also, the thought of dragging my dead body tires me. I assume the killer would get messy anyway b/c ya know. They didnt really sign up for a work out session with murder I guess? I digress

I got over there and I park in the driveway (like I was informed to, I hate just parking in places other people have claimed as there spot yk? So I asked him where like 4 times) So I'm parked and waiting for him to come outside. It's around 5:30/6 during the bigging of winter so the sun is gone and it's dark already. As I'm waiting I'm staring at this home and I'm getting a vibe from it. Unless I see that door open I'm not getting out of my car it's way to dark outside. I'm looking at this house and it's very inviting but when I see him come out hes very starled. So I quickly learn hes scared to be alone at the house by himself not by him telling me but by how hes acting, which he could have said upfront, I'm not a bad person! I'd stay with someone to house sit if they were scared of spirits in their home! I get inside and the house was set up like a split level so you'd walk up the stairs and get to the main level of the home. The first room was like an entry room and it had really pretty paintings in it. I, almost immediately, felt something standing back against the wall staring at him and I. When you walk up the stairs you face the hallway and the kitchen. The feeling was to the left of me, not to the right towards the hallway. This becomes important and relevant information.

Now this spirit, hes a younger looking business man, very attractive if I may add, and hes around 6ft, 6ft 1. I can feel hes taller than me and he is absolutely pissed off. He's not pissed with me and I can feel hes not aiming anything at me, he is, however, annoyed I'm there. I'm now walking through the hallway to his room. He shows me his little step up and stuff, which it's cute and his camera equipment was on point! I heard a knock two doors down but I know he has 2 bigger dogs that he always keeps with him so I guessed he put them two rooms down so they didn't swarm to me coming up the steps. We leave his room and go back down the hallway, he doesn't let them out so I assume hes like, scare they'll hurt me?? We through the kitchen to get to the living room to sit with him and chat. He starts talking about how he's suppose to be getting gumies (the not scooby doo kind so 🚮) from this dude. I'm looking at dude Sasuke like he's stupid. I asked him why he wanted me over so badily if he was waiting for something like that to come. He said he wanted a girl to kiss and then I feel something watching me. I stop him in the middle of his fuck boy bs and ask him if he has family or friends here. He said no, he has a cat and I know he has 2 dogs. I'm like oh okay I love cats and he asks what we should watch. I skeme and make him watch Yu Gi Oh. He leaves me alone off and on for about 2 and half almost 3 hours. His cat kept coming and going which was super cute but I hadn't seen the dogs and safely assumed they were in the room 2 doors down from his bedroom. I could still feel the man in that room, kinda peaking through the doorway to check on me through the opening over the kitchen sink. (the couch was on the other side of it) I was totally fine with that as he wasn't up to anything crazy and I didn't feel like he was going to harm me.

We changed to watching some show I now forget and I had to use the bathroom. He showed me where it was and that was all fine. He went back down the street or whatever he was doing to wait for his gummies. I saw the cats food bowl was in there (relevant I swear) and I do my business and leave out the other door. I went through a bigger bedroom and back out into the hallway. I heard knocking at the door again and told the dogs to calm down and I want back into that little room. This mans spirit was now very upset and I sorta felt for him for whatever reason. I go back into the living room and sit down. The man is now closer, like inside the kitchen staring at me watching tv. I then hear Sasuke come back in and call to me. I follow basically in front of the Invisible Man and into Sasukes room. The man does not follow us through the hallway so I determine hes just keeping an eye on me for some reason. He can see me still b/c I feel him staring. Sasuke sits his gummies on his dresser (this is relevant important information to back up a personal theory) and didnt do anything else but walk back out with me.

I follow him out and I can feel this man growing more upset by the second. I rush through the kitchen into the living room and sit down on the couch furthest away from the opening to the kitchen. Sasuke starts trying to put the moves on me by kissing me and I feel the man come into the room. Hes pissed and feels hurt. I take it as a warning that something's not right and push on Sasuke to stop. I ask him

"Is your house haunted?" The energy from the man almost automatically settled. I got the saddest feeling from the man in the corner. They completely ignore the fact they have a spirit in the home (which in my opinion, if you know for a fact it's not a malevolent spirit you are directly ignoring something a spirit that was human and imo I think its trashy to do. Especially if this spirit does NOTHING BUT EXIST WITH YOU!!! You're basically roommates.)

This spirit was, very obvious to me at least, very upset he wasnt being acknowledged. I think he knew I could feel and see him in a way so he flocked to me. Sasuke sort of stops and gets bug eyed at the same time. He asked why I ask so I tell him.

"I feel something here, hes been watching me." I answered. I wasn't upset or freaked out, but Sasuke was. I remember this vividly due to the fact I've never had anyone freak out on me like this!! The man backed off almost completely when he felt Sasuke getting freaked out so if he ever claims he had a demon in his home at that point: that man didn't want to harm him or me whatsoever. He gets up and starts looking around the room- at the walls, down at the floor and on tables.

At first I was confused at what he was doing but I noticed he was looking at things he sees every day and would have a usual spot it stayed in. He was actively looking for proof of poltergeist activity (imo I never did ask).

He gets done running around and sits back down next to me. He's visibly more calm and relaxed so whatever he was running around for helped I guess? He then starts to tell me he use to play is ipod at night to tall asleep and a spirit would violently rip it off and throw it. Of course, I thought he was exaggerating because the spirits in my home display that activity but only when my mother and I are extremely busy and ignore them so to speak.

They also don't have to use energy to throw things so far, they move things on high shelves while we're in eyesight or make a dish towel fall. They know we respond to more relaxed behavior than more extreme behavior.

I straight up told him that's bs, the man you have seems really okay and you dont even have an ipod dock. He said that was before he moved into another room. I asked him which room he stayed in orginally and he walks me into the hallway and shows me the door. 2nd. From. His. He said he would wake up with scratch marks but I didnt take that at face value until I left. I ask him where his dogs were, while I was here I'd love to give them pets (I love animals yk) he said they were ALREADY AT THE NEW HOUSE WITH HIS MOM.

I told him I was not going to be scammed out of pets and I knew his pup were in there. He asked me had a seen them. I hadn't, obviously, so I took the L and walked back out with him. He then proceeds to tell me the family (mom and uncle I believe) used an Ouija board in the home. I automatically hear a crunching noise behind me and look for his cat. She wasn't where the noise came from. I asked if his cat had food somewhere else? Like in the bigger bedroom. He said no.

Something was trying to make itself known and it wasn't the man. The man knew I felt him and knew I acknowledged him fully, so he wouldnt need to use energy like that to get my full attention. I feel something so heavy now lingering by that door. I told him I dont mess with that, whatever is in here with that man means you harm. I grab my shoes and go into his room to get my purse and then he goes to eat his gummies since I'm leaving. He cant find the 3rd pack and eventually makes me dump my purse out on the floor because he thinks I'd steal it (I don't do drugs but okay) I didnt have it so I started to help him look. He found it deep inside his dresser drawer. I automatically left after that because whatever bad spirit/demon this was wanted me to stay longer than I had to. Imo- something was most definitely trying to delay me from leaving and wanted my attention, which tbh if it's not a good spirit, it's not getting my attention. I felt the mans spirit come near the railing to the steps as I'm walking down while Sasuke was trying to get me to stay, he felt more authoritative like and wanted me to leave. I never really got the chance to thank that kind business man spirit but you are the MVP of the universe let's you see this stuff. Probably working to be angel. I don't forget that night because it's important to note that spirits can be stuck around with a demons/bad spirits and that doesnt mean they hold ill intent for you either!! Whatever sort of darker spirit that is, is attached to hallway or the man doesnt let him venture beyond it. It didn't follow me so I assume it's also stuck to the space!

My ending theory is:

His house has two spirits stuck, a good boy and a bad boy

Hes naturally scared to be alone in the house. He could just not be use to energy like that so take that with a grain of salt

He was activity speaking about poltergeist activity (when you think about this, disregard the movie) he was looking for things moved around or out of place.

He said there was use of an Ouija board so I can come to the conclusion that he may just have a low level demon and a spirit stuck there. I'm pretty sure if it was anything higher it would have fed off his panicked energy and would have done something bigger than crunching. It could also be a really grumpy old man but idk.

The scratch marks don't happen usually from everyday spirits but I do have a story time about that though!

Anyway. Be safe, sometimes your tinder dates are scared to be in there own homes. Anyway until next time~

Kawaiigirlgoingghost out!

[greeneyesandtea]

Four Years Ago

-automatically NO take the Google doc away rn we will not be doing this rn 😭😭😭

The coffee he’s made just for me despite my constantly changing demand in how I take it. He’s probably got the order right. Drizzle, coffee, milk, creamer, drizzle. Nothing before or after that order. He always gets it right.

- he is such a sweet baby 🥺 I’m an absolute [retracted] for Fleurs Harry but this just makes me melt because of his consideration and how he loves her so deeply

Today, I’m breaking up with him.

- I just want to take her pain away because FUCK loosing a dad is so hard especially when your far from home and couldn’t be there to comfort him

“I’m trying, Luce. Give me something here.”

- FUCK AND SHES ABOUT TO BREAK UP WOTH HIM RN OMFGGGGG FUCK

“Taking care of me. Stop it.”

- I just want to give her a hug and flash her forward to her healing and being with Harry ☹️

“Come back to me. I’m right here. I’m waiting for you. Tell me what to do! I don’t know what to do!”

- you’re such a witch omg I love these too so much that it’s actually hurts to read this. They feel so real to me and I’m honestly getting so emotional seeing this end because I know how they felt once they got back together.

“Luce, I don’t want to break up. Please don’t do this. I don’t want to be alone.”

- my sweet sweet sweet Harry omg this is actually hurting me right now wtfffff

“…if you just want me back, my Lucie, please just call me. Even if you want to see me one more time and decide you never want to again. I will come running back to you. I swear it. I love you. I do. I don’t want this.”

- This is so sad rn YOU SAID THIS WAS GOIJG TO BE HAPPY AND I NOT SEEING HAPPY RN BUT it just hurts so good to read this .

Harry lays kiss after kiss on my face.

- oh yeah! Now we’re getting happy AFTER I HAVE SNOT RUNNING AND MY TISSUES ARE ACROSS THE ROOM.

“Let me see those pretty eyes.”

- I was Lucías Harry rn ! My date tonight was 👎🏻 so like slide this man through please!

“You’re so soft. Can I keep you with me forever?” “Yes you can keep me forever.”

- my cold lifeless heart just melted 🥺 this is so soft 🥺

“You look so cute in my shirt. I just want to eat you up.”

- I love this man. GUVE HIM TO ME RN 👿

Unlike four years ago, Harry and I have been having frequent sex.

- now that’s a flex! You work the vagina out homie!

he loves getting on his knees for me. It’s arousing to see him submit between my legs, kissing and tasting me as if he’s never had anything so delicious.

- Sis winning at life rn

“My heart is going to stop.” “Are you going to give me a good one?”

- Lucía is LIVING life

“Thank you for everything you’ve done for me these past few years,”

- this was so sweet omg Sarah I want to send you a big smooch for this rn so 😘

But I’m In A New Hell* (Harry and Lucía’s Christmas Blurb)

Alright here we go, fic number…4? Yes, 4!!! 6 more to go. TW: mention of the passing of a parent, depression, just all around super depressing shit. This fic has smut, as you can tell by the asterisk.

8.3k words. Happy Reading! This entire fic is written in Lucía’s POV :-)

as always, here is my ko-fi link 

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Four Years Ago

I can’t tell if I’m awake or just dreaming. I’ve gone through this process three times already this morning, thinking I’ve gotten up and showered, combed my hair and ate breakfast only to wake up once more and find myself still in bed, buried under all the blankets Harry’s laid out for me. He’s dug them out from the closet because I get colder than him. When I glance over where he’s supposed to be on my right side, he’s absent, his duvet thinner and his singular pillow alone. I run my hand over his impression on the other side. It’s still warm.

I sit up and look around. The curtains are still covering the sun but the reflection off the snow makes me squint anyways.

“Harry?” I call quietly. Silence.

Our bags are in the corner of the room, packed.

“Harry?” I try again.

He finally comes in moments later, holding a steaming cup of coffee in his hand and a plate with a bagel in the other. His smile is more blinding than the sun, his dimples as deep as they go though I can’t figure out what about this situation is worthy of that smile. His eyes give him away, the dark circles battling with how dark mine currently are. I haven’t looked at myself in the mirror in a long time, perhaps 4 or 5 days, but I know exactly how dreadful I must look. He smiles at me anyways as he sits besides me, setting the cup in one of my hands, the plate with the bagel in the other.

“Hi,” he says softly, tucking my hair back. After a second thought, he goes to tie it up instead. I look down at the food he’s given me. “How are you feeling?”

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[mc-slowwalker]

I do not have dream merch (😔😔) but if I did and was in the discord I would literally never say anything and probably not even make it in time to the vcs before they got full. lmaoo more like dream is a milf. when dilf dream or whatever got trending a while ago because of connor, I replied to multiple people with “milf*” and I think I’d be happy if I ever got cancelled for that

yeah exactly!! I don’t want it to become a chore (which watching vods can be😭😭) I was watching ranboos mcc vod and I got so many ads I was ready to scream. also is it just me or are the ads always so fucking loud like it startles me so many times. idk about the sub thing tho but I’m like pretty sure you get an ad regardless

I haven’t bought a textbook for a single one of my subjects so I hope my lectures slides are good enough. last sem the exams were open book and online so I kind of just googled my way through the bio exam😬😬 also last semester I think I watched very few of my lectures and I’m already doing better than that this sem

apologist discourse is fully the lamest. it’s so boring too. and dumb. yeah!! discourse can be fun! I like having discussions and I love seeing different points of view but Apologist discourse?!?!?!! like seriously?? it’s so dumb especially with the assumptions made. which is why I always defend c!dream apologists. god you’re so right about the “in this day and age thing” but yeah teenagers will be teenagers

right?!?!! like I was like omg dream!! playing bedwars!! and I had a fun time watching it but like right after twt was back on their bullshit. good thing about living in australia though, half the stuff mcyttwt trends, doesn’t actually trend here lol. oh yeah that’s fair. I’ve watched hannah occasionally and she’s cool. absolutely cracked at bedwars. it’s so blatantly sexist!! and they’ll bend over backwards to justify how it isn’t it’s awful. lmao I felt the same when I left hannah’s stream once dream was gone😭😭 it sucks too cause they’ll whine about not getting dream content but the moment he goes and interacts with his FRIENDS they’ll start trending /neg or shitting on them for dumb stuff. like after dream played gartic phone with the ppsat crew and people started saying shit about gumi’s voice :/// plus another thing, kind of off topic but I was reminded, I see so many dream stans on twitter who hate techno so much (I don’t even know why and at this point I’m too afraid to ask like I know what he did but they’re so forceful in their hate) and just like??? dream is literally the biggest techno stan out there like how are you gonna have techno stans dni in your bio but still interact with dream🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

lolll. yeah my subjects really go from physics‼️bio🧫 chem🧪 to 😌being online: internet meets society😌

ranbob🥲🥲 I miss them dearly. the best dream apologist. YES DREAM WHERE IS THE LORE. it’s been MONTHS since the sneak peak. MONTHS. and sam slightly showing the courtyard in one of his streams and hinting at it’s importance??? like please give us the lore

but also!! new dream vid today :DDD

I’ve heard shipping rates to counties that aren’t american are killer and yeah I wouldn’t ever be awake enough to get into vcs….. here’s the thing though I’m not afraid to call dream a milf to his face but calling his mom a milf is a terrible first and only impression you know? My dumbass would walk in, reference the tapeworm post accidentally and be banned on site

They are loud but I’ve also found at that our favorite streamers are super quiet?? Like I was on dream’s stream for mcc and when I switch to quackity’s I got jump scared because he was so loud in comparison. Also if subs still get ads on vods I’ll fucking riot I’m jot subbed to anyone but no ads means no ads mother fuckers

From one college person to another :

Also all my classes were live so I wasn’t able to go back and rewatch them…. But honestly good on you googling your way through test I was too anxious to do that but I was also too anxious to do well on any of the exams so lose lose for me.

As someone who whines about no dream content I personally love seeing him on his friends stream! It seems like he’s on his bedwars arc rn so I’m really happy he has a bunch of friends willing to play with him! AYO IF ANYONE SAYS SHIT ABOUT ANY OF THE PPSAT CREW ITS ON SITE. How dare they what gumi is someone bothering you I’ll take care of it what the fuck!!! The hannah stuff bothered me but the gumi stuff is pissing me off!!! I like gumi’s voice she’s baller!!! I’m about to start gatekeeping (/j) the dream stan community are you even a dream stan if you’re not also a rivals duo enjoyer???? Shameful. I’ve had the same sub title/heading thing for my tumblr page forever and it just gets truer every day. Also extremely curious to see how many people clicked the links in it. If you haven��t you should, the first one is a joke but the second one isn’t

Actually I can’t call you a nerd I’m put here taking math, spanish, chem, and bio of my own free volition. Actually if you have any group discussions promise me you’ll tell people to touch grass yeah? I just think it would be funny

Ranbob my favorite he/they when will they return from the war…. Or arrive to the war actually. Better yet when will tales from the smp return as a whole karl I know you’re busy but please spare some serotonin please! I didn’t actually read the inbetween lore ever but I liked the idea of it!! I also miss all the banger characters that came from it,,, crops, ranbob, the twins, Cornelius, robin, unnamed cattboy,,,, all of the other characters that I got attached to right away,,,, I miss them always. I was watching tubbo’s stream today and he was talking about how he’s getting bored on the dream smp and oh boy did that hurt. Logically tubbo isn’t actively trying to do any lore and several dream smp members still log in everyday and do something, but it was for sure a kick to the gut. About the courtyard stuff, I wonder what they’re waiting for? Is there something in it that hasn’t happened yet or is there a different reason we haven’t gotten to see it yet? Guess we’ll have to wait

I accidentally watched the wrong dream video so I spoiled the whole thing for myself akhdkfjd funfact the video and the extra scenes look very similar

[thestalkerbunny]

wardrobe #squad, parachute, poison, contact shooting star, for all the trolls

I nearly DIED, Seel.

WARDROBE

Carina: she's sort of got that borderline lolita style/50s house wife style; she likes those dresses people would wear in the 50s. Which is probably because for a long while she was a 'grave' robber and wore basically burlap for most of her life and finally she gets to wear something girly. Kneelength dresses and skirts, usually with sleeves.

Somali: He always dresses like he's a shaloin monk. OR just doesn't wear a shirt. And if he did ever update his wardrobe-he'd wear those super ugly neon shirts that are cut to the near BOTTOM on the sides and backwards hat with something douchey on it.

Lyrain: Fuking dork has all graphic T-shirts with video game and movie refrences. Always wearing the studded bracelets and collars. He probably wears multicolored weed socks underneath those baggy hottopic pants.

Merlot: FLOWY WOODLAND ASTHETIC. If she could, she would wear a fake flower crown CONSTANTLY. Would 100% probably take the best selfies. She's a big girl so most of her outfits are relatively loose and flowing; usually with flowers.

Kotomi: I honestly need to update what he wears, but think the designs of Bethany Yellowtail. Kotomi is very Indigenous coded and I want him to have that style, at least in formal settings (or if Ecohla gets ahold of him and goes 'YOU NEED TO WEAR SOME NICE CLOTHES TELL ME WHAT U WANT BOI I WILL DO IT FOR U'). Outside of that, he'd probably have just ONE outfit he wears out of pure depression that's dirty sweats and t-shirt that says 'The only D I have is Depression.'

Ecohla: WALK WALK FASHION BABY. Usually in sort of Jade color scheme and formal male attire. Will not wear if it is not their own personal design or Gucci. ITS GUCCI OR NOTHING.

Scapin: Very similar to Lyrains-but it's all science jokes and science puns on t-shirts. And he usually wears dirty/semi clean leather labcoats over it (Think like the kind of leather/plasticy stuff made of butcher aprons in horror movies, blood just slides right off.) He sometimes enjoys wearing a skirt once in a while.

Tannuk: He's relatively insecure with his body; so he just wears hoodies and thick jackets constantly so you can't really tell if he's chunky or thin or WHAT under all that. HE doesn't CARE if it's 500 DEGREES, he would sooner DIE that take off that jacket. Usually fur linned shit. Wears basically Uggs.

Aderam: She doen't fucking wash her clothes and she wears the same smelly jacket and everything is sort of gnawed on and torn up at the edges and just. A hot. MESS.

Bastte: She doens't like wearing shirts. It's hard to keep her wearing pants rn. She's against bras, shirts, shoes and everything. If she could have it her way-she would just be nakey ALL the time.

Mohlai: you know those movies about beach bums and surfer bois? That's all Mohlai wears. He probbaly swim suit under neath his outfit when on land-100% HAS HIS WET SUIT UNDER EVERYTHING. JUST. SO READY FOR WATER. EVERY OUTFIT IS WATERPROOF.

Seadna: similar to Tannuk in the context of she wears a lot of jackets-but in the context she's never been exposed to warm weather.

Oshune: She's fucking GOTH seel. Just google CHUBBY GOTH GIRL-wait never mind. that's all just fucking porn. But she's a Goth. Always wears dark colors. Dark purples. Skull Jewlry.

Babbit: 70s-80s party girl fashion style. Leopard print is THE MUST. Leather Boots UP to the fucking THIGH with 6 inch heels.

Nivano: Similar to Babbit, but usually in leather with studs. Either a biker or bdsm casual TWINK. He's one fucking step away from wearing a collar that says 'property of Babbit'

　

SQUAD

Carina: Usually hangs out with Scapin, but would also hang with Oshune if the chance came along. Goth gal friends

Somali: NOBODY WANTS TO HANG WITH SOMALI. But Bastte finds him a tolerable workout friend. Mainly because he can't fucking run and she likes to watch him flail.

Lyrain: Seadna is his biggest fangirl and he wants to be friends with Kotomi. Kotomi would sooner slit his own throat.

Merlot: Kotomi is BEST MOIRAIL along with any gals. Merlot is the absolute mom friend.

Kotomi: Merlot is best friend first, SCapin is his depression sad times buddy. He absolutely LOATHES Lyrain.

Ecohla: Doesn't do WELL platonically. Was once friends with Tannuk.

Scapin: Carina seems to be his only actual friend along with Kotomi.

Tannuk: BEST FRIENDS SEADNA. They probably have BFFS necklaces.

Aderam: we don't discuss. Aderam just seems to hate EVERYTHING.

Bastte: tolerates Somali, is rather friendly with Ecohla and Merlot

Mohlai: Pals around with Lyrain most of the time and Ecohla at times.

Seadna: BESTIES with Tannuks and is Lyrain's number one fangirl.

Oshune: Seelie is best friend and seemingly only friend, but would hang out with Carina.

Babbit: ONLY NIVANO

Nivano: ONLY BABBIT.

　

Parachute

Carina: Carina would do anything for almost anyone, but none more so than with Scapin. She trusts him absolutely and totally. She never really feels 100% safe; probably the whole shitty upbringing with Buzzard Padre

Somali: Somali doesn't seem to trust really anyone and he's so secure in his own strenght that he's never cocerned for his safety. And since he doesn't really have friends he doesn't really...DO anytihng for anyone.

Lyrain: Lyrain is similar to Carina, he'd do anything for anyone if they asked. He puts utmost trust in anyone (which is probably a huge fault in him) I don't think he really has anyone he feels safe to??

Merlot: Kotomi. It's all Kotomi. She would kill for him, she would die for him. She has utmost faith in him.

Kotomi: Kotomi feels immensely safe and would do anything for Merlot and trusts her as completely as she to him.

Ecohla: Doesn't really TRUST anyone, but feels relatively safe around Scapin (its the chainsaw.) Ecohla would only really do anything if it benefits themself.

Scapin: Scapin doesn't really TRUST anyone-maybe Carina or ever really feels safe. He's like science but layered in paranoia. He would do anything for Carina. ANYTHING she would ask of him he'd do.

Tannuk: Seadna. That's it. Doesn't listen to anyone else. Nope. Just the fish princess.

Aderam: SHES THE PERSON WHO GOES 'YES I TRUST YOU' and then off camera she goes 'you're going to fuck up.' She does have this weird level of trust in people around her. Other than that. NOTHING. She does everything for herself and her own goals.

Bastte: Herself. That's the answer for two. She would also do anything for anyone, she wants to use her strength to protect thosewho can't.

Mohlai: Mohlai is too quick to trust and feels sort of safe around people like Tannuk or Bastte-people who he knows are strong-but is absolutely weak willed and can be pushed around easily.

Seadna: She has immense faith and trust in Tannuk and feels safe around him. She'd try and do anything for anyone, as a good ruler should.

Oshune: She doesn't trust theater troupes and you don't really feel safe after every sense of being safe is just so violated by being murdered. She'd do anything for Seelie.

Babbit: Nivano for all above-exept safety. she finds safety inherself

Nivano: ditto as Babbit.

　

Poison

Carina: Holds a grudge for a very long time. Not nessarily a bad thing, but she can be petty at times over things. It doesn't really affect anything she does, she just goes for swift justice. (*Breaks a cup* Okay I'm fine now.) She's also terrible Naive at times. She doesn't question things or do the reasearch she's supposed to do when people tell her information. She just takes it as the gospel truth.

Somali: He....he's such a douche. he's got that fucking stupid SJW mentality of 'I'm doing what's right by hurting other people and calling them out.' BEcause of this, he's sort of alienated himself by making himself this dislikeable.

Lyrain: He thinks poorly of himself and takes critism hard (like all artists do.) he often destroys his own work because they're not good enough.

Merlot: she upsets easily and stays upset much longer than nessary. She holds a heavier grudge and even after the person has said sorry, she still won't forgive them for a long time.

Kotomi: I don't think chronic depression would count as a vice. LIke, if that wasn't in his way, he'd be op. He'd be fine. Outside of the depression he's an actual upstanding moral individual with likeable decent qualities. Mental illness is just keeping him from being op.

Ecohla: Ecohla's lustful nature comes from being platonically a failure of a moirail and they try to over compensate for that by basically being the world's most amazing lover which sort of ruins their reputation as a designer and makes everyone view them as just a dumb slut.

Scapin: Scapin just takes the blame so easily and blames himself so easily. Like someone could say 'you broke my favorite cup' and he will immediately say 'I'm sorry' (even though everyone knows Aderam did it.) He blames himself so quickly that he often loses confidence in his own skills which makes him fuck up even more and he blames himself again.

Tannuk: He thinks he can do it all on his own and he doesn't need anyone's help. He bites off more than he can chew and he just drowns under it without calling out for help.

Aderam: She's a slothful easily wrathful being. She pushes everyone away as far as possible and doesn't let anyone into her inner circle or know what her personal agenda is or even her emotions. She doesn't vent or have feelings jams-she just bottles it up and then she just unleases it on some poor individual who invokes her.

Bastte: She's got the 'I GOTTA BE FIRST' competitive mentality and it sorta puts pressure on her. She's sort of a bad loser.

Mohlai: Doesn't really have a flaw except his terrible choices in friends. He tried to be friends with Aderam. Which was just BAD.

Seadna: She's a timid (is that vice) Weak willed, lilly livered person. She can't stand up to herself.

Oshune: Very slothful and gluttonous creature along with healthy doese of lust.

Babbit: Lust, Pride and Wrath are her vices and it WOULD hurt the people around her. but she only surrounds herself with Nivano and it doesn't seem to bother him since he's the exact same way.

Nivano: See Babbit. That's why they go so well together. They're absolute birds of a feather.

　

Contact

Carina: She's a very touchy person, she talks a lot of with her hands and she makes a lot of physical contact with people. In regards of herself being touched-she likes her hair being played with a lot.

Somali: TOUCH ME, LOOK AT THIS MUSLCE, I FLEX. YOU WANNA TOUCH? Nobody wants to touch somali. Bad. Nope.

Lyrain: He usually politely keeps his hands to himself and asks people to sort of do the same unless they're friends. *he has very squishable cheeks perfect for squishes. Like a Shiba Inu.*

Merlot: Don't poke her in the tum. She punch. But she's very huggy. Mom gestures. Always. SOFT HUGS FROM A SOFT GIRL.

Kotomi: Dont touch, dont touch, dont touch,dont touch, dont touch, dont touch.

Ecohla: VERY into touching and being touched-both platonically and sexually. Maybe it's the 'CANT FUCKING SEE' thing, but they basically are constantly touching someone or something.

Scapin: Doesn't really care to be touched unless it's intimate. He usually keeps his hands to himself unless someone asks him to do so (He likes playing with Carina's hair tho. Soft. Smells gud.)

Tannuk: Again usually keeps his hands to himself but is surprisingly tolerant to people touching him. He's with Lyrain in 'squishy cheek club' and Seadna loves playing with those soft boi cheeks.

Aderam: DO NOT TOUCH ME WITHOUT PERMISSION, BUT I WILL ALSO BE WEIRDLY INVASIVE TOUCH WISE. lIke. SMACK. I slap u. That is how I show any form of borderline affection. SLAP.-quote from Aderam.

Bastte: She's in the same bucket with Somali in regards of 'you wanna feel my muscles' but people actually WANT to feel the kitty buffness. She's pretty forward when it comes touching people. But only so she can bench press them.

Mohlai: Is open to being touch and usually asks politely to touch you. But smells like a fishy.

Seadna: She's not used to contact or being touched, but she'd probably start crying if you'd hug her.

Oshune: She's like Merlot, she touches with or without permission and enjoys being touched *as much as a ghost can*

Babbit:The only one Babbit allows to touch her is Nivano *and fans of course* THEIR RELATIONSHIP IS BASICALLY SUB AND MISTRESS, so yeah.

Nivano: Lives to be touched and wants to touch but is not allowed to touch. But that is his kink.

　

Shooting Star

Carina: I wish to be the world's best inventor

Somali: I wish people would see me for the visionary I am

Lyrain: I wish I could just do nothing all day but play my gitaur and draw.

Merlot: I wish everyone would be safe and sound.

Kotomi: I just want to be happy and okay again.

Ecohla: I wish to be loved.

Scapin: I just want to be good for once in my life.

Tannuk: I wish for Seadna to be happy.

Aderam: Give me back my friend you DOUCHE BAG.

Bastte: I wish for everyone to survive to see the end of this game.

Mohlai: I want to find the world's greatest treasure.

Seadna: I wish to be a good princess and make people happy.

Oshune: I wish I was alive.

Babbit: I wish Nivano knew how proud of him I am

Nivano: I wish Babbit knew how proud of her I am

[squishmallow36]

It's not really a weird time to be up because rn it's four twentyish in the afternoon but with this website i really don't think anyone has a decent sleep schedule so yeah it's weird for anyone to be up at any time

1) The squishmallows wiki is a great resource, even if it doesn't have /all/ the squishmallows and i'm sorry i made you go through all of that there's so manyyy. Frogs are wondhirful solution i should've thought of much earlier and doxl had a picture that i could definitely use. Ty for the gay frogs! Yeah, Wendy and Phillipe were both super early ones although philipe was part of the first valentines squad to be released. I didnt get one of him then but i did get my first during that time. It was a penelope :)

Hey, I've got a jim! Ngl i wasn't really worrying about the exact shade of green of canon because canon doesn't exist anymore but i think i like the frog better. Because gay frog. Now stop procrastinating your six assignments.

2) their geographical locations aren't going to do much aside from my own sanity because it's a squishmallow cruise and they're getting the whole experience whether they like it or not and like /mayyybe/ side comments of where they are? and possibly having their plane tickets be aer lingus (yes that is an actual plane company i'm not just making it up for the gender) as opposed to southwest. But that probably won't be important enough to mention. In my personal experience, trying to get the cruise materials over to marella in greece would be a pain but hey this is a fanfic i can ignore that.

I think sophie and dex will be the masterminds behind this whole thing, dex running the technology like the google meet and the youtube music and making up all the slides (which is most of my job and i project onto xem so it all works), and sophie buying everything on amazon and being the creative force behind it (my mom's job) which is why they have the titles they do while also providing the knowledge base for dex and xor trusty wikipedia to build upon. Everybody else is just going to be passengers. Fitz will inevitably be fact-checking them at every slide just for his own entertainment

Edit: here's a cruise card for your viewing pleasure :) everybody's got one of these but i figured i'd show you keefe's because that's the one you helped me with. Except pretend that the border around the frog is #17baec blue i can't change it on mobile. #399471 is squishmallow tours green. Font may change.

Hey you're awake it seems i've got a couple of questions

1. I'm making name tags and since it's squishmallow cruises everybody has a squish on their tags like sophie has a blue elephant fitz has a red dragon etc. what would keefe's gulon be? Like ig danny could work? All i know is i want it green and i want it to be a squishmallow

2. Should i spread everybody out geographically? I'm doing up plane tickets that probably will be completely useless. But, like, i could do floridian vackers british vackers if i wanted and i could have keefe up in british colombia and idk i'd look at the unlocked map for the others or i could just say they're all in san diego or its suburbs. It's not like they'd be actually flying to ft. Lauderdale

Also i think dex and sophie are gonna be the cruise director and activity coordinator doing the actual presentations. They get their title on their name tags.

hmmmm we're apparently in very different time zones if it's odd for someone to be awake rn, as it's 12:30 something as i'm answering this. this got long so i'm putting answers to your questions under the cut to save people's dashes.

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so. i resorted to the squishmallows wiki for this one. after going through every single green squishmallow on there (which was a LOT), these are the contenders i have for you.

baratelli the frog prince could work as a substitute for mrs. stinkbottom for three reasons. a) keefe likes frogs, according to shannon messenger herself b) baratelli has a crown on their head and as the king of good hairland (among other things, like bad decisions), i think he'd love a squishmallow w/ a crown and c) quil originally interpreted gulons as being fluffy frogs. this is not canon whatsoever but we trust quil with canon so if you want to go with quil's fluffy-frog gulons that is 100% acceptable.

reasons a and c from the former paragraph, plus the fact that this frog has rainbows on their stomach and let's be real keefe would love a frog with rainbows on it, doxl the frog is also a good option. also, doxl is a shade of green that's closer to mrs. stinkbottom.

wendy also has blush spots, and is a frog. fun fact: wendy was apparently one of the first eight squishmallows to ever be released.

gloria is another frog you could use, but they're not as cute as the others, in my opinion. same goes for philippe. sorry, gloria and philippe. i'm sure that you two have other lovely qualities that are listed in your bios that i don't have time to look at since i have six assignments i'm procrastinating on right now by helping a friend with aer fic.

jim the alpaca is also another option. an alpaca doesn't sound like a good pick at first, but when you look at them, the face and ears actually work pretty well as a substitute for a gulon. jim's got the same blush spots as mrs. stinkbottom too. and i would've said no for this since their green's more spring than whatever dark shade mrs. stinkbottom has in canon, but you said danny the dinosaur was a contender, and danny's the same color. so that's why jim made it on the list.

i didn't intend for all my suggestions to be frogs + 1 alpaca, but it is the way it is. if you go to category sort in the squishmallow wiki and go for color sort and then category:green, you can see if there's something you like more than the ones i picked.

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if we're going for 'what would be the nicest in terms of connections to canon', i'd say find where they're all at on the unlocked map and say that's where they're at. for example, marella's in greece, i'm pretty sure, from what i remember in my research for a marellinh wip. anyway. if that's too much work for you though, nobody will mind if you put most people in san diego. it'll be easier for readability, too, since not everyone knows where everyone's at in relation to the human world.

sophie definitely gets some title of some sort. dex has some human knowledge and is a tech whiz, so i can see why you'd give him a title. if we're going in terms of geographic knowledge, though, i'd consider fitz. with the search, he's gotta be a huuuuuge geography buff.

hope these long answers to your questions help :)